Synopsis: Reader finds themselves buying and moving into a suspiciously cheap house. Little does she know is the Ghost she’ll be sharing her new space with.
Kinks: Ghost sex, paranormal, partially invisible sex, belly bulge, size difference, scientific words and dirty words to refer to certain body parts, p in v, no condom, whiny male, creampie, begging male, humping, temperature play-ish, virgin Morph.
a/n: First day of Kinktober! Way longer than I meant it to be lol, will work on that. Next post will be Alex!
Word count: 3.8k
💀𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 ‘24 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽👻
MDNI 18+
The house you moved into seemed to raise eyebrows not just amongst your family but the community you were now a part of. Just months ago you were given the news of a promotion, having to move across the country for your new position where this beautiful Victorian home had quickly caught your eye. It was just you but it had more than enough rooms for a growing family in the future or at least a place to host family and friends for the holidays. The down payment was suspiciously cheap, the addition being the fact that no one seemed to jump at the chance from the online advertisement. You had to double-check just to make sure that the website was legit. It was a steal, with more pros than cons, though the big con was the remote location, miles from the nearest town and perched atop a hill with way more land than you knew what to do with.
Even the real estate agent assigned to the house seemed eager to give it away, pushy and overly friendly as if to keep you from changing your mind. Not a single negative thing came from their lips about the house or the previous owners. The only real thing that was considered to be negative was how outdated the home was, a cellar that looked straight out of an old movie, the electrical, plumbing and appliances would need to be worked on but it wasn’t anything to worry about.
A cheap home with a large square footage, more rooms and bathrooms than you knew what to do with, everyone was telling you it was a bad idea. But, standing here in your new living room, all their worries and concerns went out the window. It was beautiful, although dusty, a lot of the furniture seemed to be intact. Just small reminders of the era that the house came from. With a heavy sigh, you pulled off the plastic covering from the couch and plopped down. You’d done all the moving on your own, always known to be self-sufficient, you knew you could rely on yourself and get things done the way you liked. You may have been a bit over your head, especially with carrying boxes throughout the house to rest them in the corresponding rooms. With the ache in your limbs, you seriously doubted you’d be unpacking today.
With all your things unloaded from the moving truck, you allowed yourself a moment to relax. All the lights were on in the house but they were dim and yellow, giving the peeling wallpaper an eerie look. You were slowly growing accustomed to the house, the silence and periodic creaking from the old house settling. Something about it was calming, your eyes fluttering shut before you could stop yourself.
Unbeknownst to you the lights flickered, powering off briefly before they hummed back to life. A cold chill settled in the living room, goosebumps rising on your covered skin. The long-sleeved shirt and jeans you wore for the autumn season did nothing to shield you from the uncalled for chill. Shadows danced on the walls, stretching into oblong and elongated shapes. The chill seeped into your bones as a presence joined you at your side, clinging to your very being.
A hand reached out hesitantly, ghosting over the warmth of your cheek, eyes admiring the rise and fall of your breaths. It was only when you felt the chill on your neck that you woke, eyes fluttering sleepily. Moving all those boxes had taken a lot out of you and you stood in hopes of heading to bed. It was only then you remembered that you hadn’t unpacked your room, boxes of clothes pushed to the corner but your bed was at least intact. You walked out of the room, a wall of warmth greeting you as you left the living room behind. It was like you had been in a walk-in fridge, but in your tired brain, it was just something else to add on to the work that needed to be done.
You clicked off the lights one by one, crossing back over to the now warm living room. The house was dark, moonlight seeping in from the slit in the heavy curtains and that’s when you saw it, a glimmer of something as it moved away from the light. You may have excused it as a trick of the light if it didn’t vaguely make up the shape of a body. “Who’s there?” You called out into the room, the chill slowly returning. Your voice was soft, weak from disuse, not as firm as you’d like it to be when questioning a potential home invader.
The silence stretched as you stood there, trembling from the cold and the fear of there being someone in your house. Maybe it was a squatter? You had been confident in the state of the home since your last tour and didn’t think there was anything that needed looking for. You regret that decision now, peering into the dark to see if you saw any other signs of movement. The dark was staring back at you. Maybe you really were just tired…The fear began to dissipate but the chill remained, and slowly and hesitantly you turned to head to the staircase, suspiciously eyeing the curtains.
You climbed the staircase to the second floor, the chill following you into the hallway. The floorboards creaked under your weight as you pushed open the door. It squeaked eerily, swinging freely on its hinges. A breath caught in your thought when you saw the figure again, standing in the center of your bedroom. You hadn’t gotten the chance to close the curtains, the moonlight flooding into the room and illuminating it in a white light. The figure was there, tall but their features were indiscernible. It was as if you were peering into a rippling reflection, the longer you looked, the more distorted the features were. One thing was for certain that whoever this was…whatever this was, it wasn’t human. It was standing there and yet it was transparent, you could see your bed behind it.
“I can see you…” Instead of running your feet felt like they were planted in place, eyes wide as you took in your discovery. The idea of sleeping was gone completely as the figure shifted, surprised to be called out. “Who are you?” You quickly followed up, arms coming to hold your figure from the persisting cold. Silence stretched on again and you watched as the figure moved, a slow hesitant shuffle.
The closer it got, the more recognizable its features were. It was a man, easily towering over you with angular features and the softest brown eyes. His hair was cropped short, the sides shaved into a fade with tight coils of black curls on his head. Your blinking and your breathing became rapid, was he going to do something to you? What did he want from you?
“You can see me?” His voice was like a distant echo, deep and seemingly bouncing off the walls in the room. He sounded like he was in disbelief, the same disbelief you felt at the sight of him. He didn’t even seem tangible, like your hand would pass right through him if you tried to touch him. You had the juvenile thought that you must’ve been speaking to a ghost…? But, ghosts aren't real, right?
You gave a slow nod of your head in response, swallowing thickly as his expression changed from one of disbelief to excitement. His smile stretched wide, dimples dimpling his cheeks and his features stretching joyously.
“You’re the first person to ever see me.” His excitement was heard clearly in his voice and it was almost contagious, if it weren’t for the fact that a random man was standing in your bedroom.
“How’d you get in here? Who are you?” You repeated, your tone coming off more urgent. Several times you asked and it felt like he was dancing around your questions.
“I…” He started but paused, his brows pinching in confusion as he tried to recall his name. It was such a simple question, something everyone would know about themselves but he didn’t have an answer. “I’m…not sure. I don’t remember. I woke up here one day and haven’t been able to leave.” His tone shifted, noticeably more sad.
All the signs were pointing to this guy being a ghost, transparent, not remembering his name or where he’d come from. You would’ve thought he was crazy if it weren’t for the fact that you were seeing him with your own eyes. You gave a slow nod, he must’ve been disoriented and all alone…”That’s okay…” You found yourself saying, finally able to pick up your feet and move deeper into your bedroom.
You told him your name, wanting to turn on the light but unsure if he’d disappear when you did. “How are you…transparent?” You didn’t know how else to sugarcoat it, or if he even knew what you were talking about.
“I don’t really know, I’ve looked like this since I woke up. But, I can touch things.” He turned, looking around the room for an example. The room wasn’t as set up as the rest of the house, you had opted to toss the older furniture for your own more salvageable things. “Is it okay if..?” He trailed off, hand outstretched towards you but not moving any closer.
You nodded, curious yourself as his hand came down to touch your shoulder. It didn’t pass through as you expected, sitting heavy and cold on your shoulder. It was the same chill you’d felt in your dreams, seeping down to your bones.
“You…you’re warm…” The ghost murmured, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. Ever since he saw you enter the home he’d been smitten. From your first tour all those months ago, to you finally moving in. Seeing you sleeping on the couch he couldn’t resist a small touch. The feeling of your skin beneath his hand warmed his fingers more than he thought possible. Since waking up he’d never felt anything like it. All the previous homeowners had run when he tried to make himself known, just wanting to help from the situation he found himself in. Alone, afraid and invisible. But you were different, you could see him and speak to him.
“And you feel cold.” The chill that seemed to randomly take over the house made sense now, it was him roaming from room to room, watching you as you unpacked your boxes into the house. It should have made you nervous, the idea of constantly being watched, but it became clear that he was in need of some kind of help. “I could feel your presence all this time.” You admitted to him with your own revelation, biting your bottom lip in nervousness.
His lips twitched in a smile but his hand remained on your shoulder, his fingers flexing as the warmth settled. Silence settled again, and all he did was look over you, mainly your face as he took in your warmth. “Can I um…” He was unsure of how to ask, wanting to feel more of your warmth against him.
You were nodding before he could finish, assuming that he wanted to share your warmth. A part of you did want to help him, he seemed so lost, and in need of some kind of companionship. You reached out hesitantly, taking his free hand, and still you expected to go right through him. His hand was solid, just as the other one was on your shoulder. With a gentle squeeze, you led him over to the bed. The idea of turning on the lights was forgotten. With the moonlight you could see him perfectly, still a little ripply but manageable when you were close.
You let go of his hand briefly, sitting on your bed and scooting back until your back hit the headboard. You pat the space next to you, not as unnerved as you should be to cuddle a stranger, but the way you saw it, you guys were roommates from now on. It was like an icebreaker of sorts. You watched as he carefully climbed onto the bed with you and instead of settling next to you like you offered, he was crawling between your thighs.
To be so close to you like this was exciting, your warmth jumping to him like it was his own. It felt like he could wiggle his fingers and toes freely with less frigidity. He had no doubts that if he were to hold you closer, that the warmth would ease his whole body. He’d feel normal again.
The ghost kneeled between your thighs, carefully laying himself down overtop you. You smelled so nice…his eyes closing as he came to rest his head against your chest, his arms winding around your midsection. His weight came down to rest against you, heavy but comforting. You hadn’t expected such a reaction from him but you supposed you would do the same if you hadn’t had contact with anyone else in who knew how long.
It was quiet between you, comforting as you relished in each other's company. The exhaustion was returning, a burn behind your eyelids and the arms of another person was lulling you to sleep. Your breathing was just beginning to slow when you felt something poking against your upper inner thigh. It roused you along with the ghost’s quiet murmuring by your ear.
“I’m sorry…” He spoke quietly, his nose brushing along the length of your neck. You were blinking yourself awake when he ground his hips down against you causing whatever was pressing against you to shift.
“Sorry..?” You mumbled tiredly, hands moving to rub at your eyes and wake yourself up a little. You didn’t want to fall asleep on him without saying something, and you were close to doing just that so you could roll over and finally rest your tired limbs.
He didn’t respond for a while, starting to find a tempo with his hips. He sighed deeply through his nose, his growing bulge being strategically rubbed against the crotch of your pants. His movements were jerking your body gently, enough to lull you back to sleep if he wasn’t answering your question. “You just smell so nice…and you feel so warm. I couldn’t stop it…” He murmured. “I’m sorry…” He repeated, his lips brushing against your neck.
You lifted your head, realization settling from what he said and now it made sense as to what he was doing exactly. He did sound apologetic but the way he was desperately humping against you didn’t exactly reflect it. His grip tightened around you, his humping picking up its pace and rocking your body more noticeably.
“It’s…okay…” It was all you could think to say especially when he began to apply the right amount of pleasure against your clit. You figured you couldn’t be mad at him, he was a pent-up man and you were a little pent-up too…Homeownership wasn’t easy in the least and you hadn’t had much of a moment to yourself since starting the whole process.
The ghost’s breaths came out as pants, cool as it fanned over your skin. The cold persisted, more focused this time. Your back arched off briefly, nipples hardening and poking through the material of your shirt. “I’m not upset or anything…let’s just…” You let your words trail off as you reached to pull your shirt over your head, breasts bouncing free from the lack of a bra.
His face was flushed, mouth agape in surprise as you began to undress, hands working between your bodies to discard your pants next. He pulled back to give you space, the bulge in his pants more than obvious and just as desperate as he looked for attention. His next apology quickly died on his lips when your panties finally came into view. In the low lighting, he could see the wet patch where the material stuck to your vulva from your growing arousal.
“It’s okay baby, come here.” You spoke gently, as if he were a frightened animal. He certainly looked like it at the moment. The moon's rays shifted slightly, for a couple moments it passed through the ghost, shining down on your abdomen as if he wasn’t even there. Your hands reached out, helping him out of his clothes, which he eagerly helped you with.
Beneath his clothes, he was muscular, just enough to fit his large stature. His muscles were prominent but not unnecessarily so, a part of you wondered what he’d done while he was alive to keep in shape. His height and his body had barely clued you in to how big his length was. It bounced up briefly before it hung low from its weight. It was thick and veiny, matching his dark complexion in color. Precum had already started to bead at the tip, his length twitching a few times from the visuals of your own body.
The ghost shifted closer from your invitation, watching as you laid flat on the mattress, your head supported by your pillows. You were watching his face, hand reaching down to take hold of his thick and heavy length. It took some adjusting with the height difference but when he was close enough, you eagerly guided his drooling tip to your entrance. Just like the rest of him, his tip was cold as he pressed against your sopping entrance, squelching noisily from the applied pressure.
He took a breath, holding it in anticipation as you carefully guided him deeper. “Push your hips forward.” He was distracted, eyes glued to where you were connected, but his hips moved from pure instincts. He was seeking out your warmth, his tip finally pushing in up until the ridge of his mushroom tip. He moaned unabashedly, feeling the ways your walls clenched and sucked on him, trying to grow used to his size.
You watched as his eyes rolled back, spurts of precum painting your walls, and easily spilling past his tip and down your taint. With your dainty hand still holding onto him, you pulled his length towards you, guiding him to slide in deeper. You were taking your own quick inhales, his girth spreading you deliciously. Grool spilled over the ⅓ of him you had managed to work in thus far, his veins brushing against every spongy spot inside your walls.
“Oh, thank you…thank you.” He repeated, his hips starting to move on their own even in his haze of pleasure. For a moment it was without rhythm, the ghost working purely on what felt good, trying to get as deep into you as he possibly could. It was more than just the constriction of your walls, or your hungry pussy trying to suck him deeper. It was the warmth that shot out to his fingers and his toes, it spread throughout his very being.
You moved your hands to instead cup his cheeks, turning his face towards you. His expression was pleasure-stricken, his words coming out as delirious mumbles when he finally settled into a rhythm. His thick length bullying your walls open had your moans joining his, grool squelching loudly past his length. “There you go.” You murmured, your legs coming to wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper with the pressure against his tailbone. “Just like that baby.” Your lips met his in a desperate kiss, his hips stuttering momentarily from the distraction.
His length felt heavy inside of you, the angle perfect to have him gliding along your front walls, a bulge pressing against your pelvis from his size. Your hips ground down eagerly, moaning against his lips as his pace quickened from the taste of your lips.
Your tits bounced against his chest enticingly from his eager pumps, nipples brushing against the cold of his skin. Your walls sucking his length just as desperately as your lips came to wrap around his tongue and suck on it. You cupped his cheek while the other came down to stroke your pulsing clit, your walls milking him harder.
“Think I’m gonna…” The ghost mumbled, leaning in to catch your lips again to quiet his desperate moans. He was chasing his own orgasm now, his cold hands desperately coming to grasp onto your thighs, pressing them down towards your chest, forcing his length into the base.
You grunted softly, his balls smacking loudly against his skin and his tip finding your g spot. You yelped as he pummeled the spot hard, your eyes fluttering closed from the dizzying pleasure. He held your body still beneath him, moans escaping from your throats, mingling together and making the air warm finally.
“Right there baby, keep going.” Your words were cut off between moans. It was now his mission to hold out before you, his length wet to the base, sticking to your skin briefly before he was pulling out and burying himself right back in. The moonlight had shifted slightly, the ghost's form flickering from the lack of light. If it weren’t for his cock stretching you out and his hands on your body you wouldn’t have known he was there.
Glancing down, your hole was lewdly spread around nothing and that excited you. An invisible lover spreading you open, making you moan louder than anyone else you’d been with even with his over-excited humping. Your fingers worked faster on your clit, your breathing quickening as your orgasm crashed into you. Your walls clenched down tightly, cum splashing over his length quickly, your hips bucking slightly, trying to alleviate the pressure on your g spot.
“Yes yes yes.” Invisible lips pressed down against your neck, his grip firm to keep you from squirming away from him. You were clenching down on him but simultaneously trying to push his length out from the force of your orgasm. It made him shudder from the warmth you were gracing him with, his thrusts slowly when his own orgasm came, flooding your walls with warm cum. He thrusted a few times, forcing his load deeper, the mess between you becoming creamy.
You let out a sigh, your body buzzing pleasantly, and when your eyes opened, his form was back, moonlight flooding back into your room like it had never felt. Your hand reached down, gently stroking over the twitching bulge that sat inside of you.
A comfortable silence settled, the ghost nuzzling into your neck affectionately, releasing your thighs to stroke your body tenderly. He murmured something against your neck to which you responded with a lazy hum, not having heard him.
“Can we uh…do that again..?” He murmured shyly, brown eyes searching yours, desperate for an answer. With a subtle grind of his hips, you noticed he was still hard, throbbing, and desperate for another round. Not only did you have a ghost haunting your home, but a horny one at that.
Female Bottom Reader x Vampire Alex
🖤𝓐𝓵𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓷🖤
Synopsis: In your Victorian town, you’ve managed to catch the eye of a mysterious stranger. No one knows of his origins and before the night is through he uses his charms to get you in his home and in his bed where you discover his true intentions.
Kinks: Biting, blood, pain, loss of female virginity, age gap, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, cervix fucking, cervix play, concentration on female pleasure, size difference, fingering, scientific words and dirty words to refer to certain body parts, inhumanely long tongue, saliva/drool, hickies/bruising, missionary, overstimulation, crying, p in v, scratching, big dick lol, no condom, foreskin, creampie.
Warning: Kidnapping-ish. Period Piece somewhat with inaccuracies.
a/n: First official post. I’m known to go on tangents in my writing, I tried not to this time around but I think I did lol. I’ll try to write something short form next post! I’d love to hear your thoughts and opinions. This is a repost as I'm trying out formats and whatnot.
Word count: 8.8k
MDNI
The town had always been overrun with gloomy and strange individuals. People came and went, few stayed behind in the struggling town, the lack of business and abundance of rain drove many away. However, it was the only life you knew. You found comfort in the night sky, twinkling with stars that were invisible in the city. The pitch black of the surrounding woods never scared you, not even with the folklore of immortal creatures with pale skin and grotesque features associated with it. If such powerful beings existed, what stopped them from picking off the town one by one?
You were used to tourists coming in through the bar as if it had a revolving door, they came and went, never staying long. The connecting inn had more than enough rooms, but all were collecting dust. The folklore that you grew up with, a ploy to get children into bed on time, were believed by the older folk of your town. They only planted the seed in poor tourists’ heads, scaring them to the point of them leaving as quickly as they’d come. You’d seen it all, grown men becoming pale in the face and the dramatics of many traveling women.
One stranger didn’t fall for the antics of a regular, quietly settled in the corner of the bar with an untouched wine in front of him. He was handsome, holding the beauty of the statues that were placed throughout the town square. His features were just as angular, his pale skin smooth and without a blemish. If you hadn’t known any better you would have thought he was a statue with how still he sat. Not a breath expanded his lungs, nor a swallow bobbed his Adam's apple. His blue eyes were set dead ahead, his full lips pressed into a thin line showcasing his vow to silence. Even when you came to his table to check up on him he didn’t blink from the wind your dress created.
The man’s eyes snapped over to your figure, mostly hidden by the apron and thick skirts of your dress. The view that was granted to him was nothing short of mouthwatering. Your corset held up your breasts, the skin of your chest and neck smooth and glowing beneath the dim lighting. Your chest rose and fell with each of your measured breaths, waiting to hear his request. Something about the intensity of his eyes made you swallow nervously, hands tightly gripping the pen and pad in your hands.
“I’m fine, thank you.” He spoke with an accent, one you’d never heard before but it sounded pleasant to your ears. His voice was deep, rattling your bones as if he were speaking into your skin. Goosebumps blossomed along your bare arms and chest, the man’s gaze never lifting from your neck or chest. Even with his words saying one thing, his eyes meant another.
You nodded wordlessly, and stood in place for an extra few seconds. The way his attention seemed to be glued to your body was unlike anything you had ever experienced. You were an unmarried young woman, it was expected that men would want to court you, but none in your town ever asked. The most you received were flowers from a friend in childhood, but in your adulthood many had moved on and away from your town. You hadn’t even thought to form words before your feet led you away, your brain not yet catching up to the action. You could still feel his stare on your back as you retreated and it took everything in you to not ask what he wanted.
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By the time your shift was ending the bar had emptied, your boss leaving you to lock up on your own. It wouldn’t have been the first time and likely not the last. When everything was cleaned up to the standards of your boss, you gathered your things to start the trek home. You knew your town well, knew there were no dangers waiting for you in the dark. You pulled on your overcoat to protect you from the harsh chill of the night, stepping out onto the streets and pulling the door closed behind you. By now the street lamps were lit, illuminating either side of the street in a warm glow. Not a soul was in sight, the other businesses on the main street having closed hours before, leaving just you and the moon.
Crows cawed in the distance, perched on the branches of dead trees. Your heels clicked softly on the stone walkway as you walked in the direction of your home, the moon facing your back. You walked straight towards the darkness, a path you took daily for most of your life. The longer you walked, the colder you felt as if your coat consisted of holes allowing the breeze in. Shivers racked your body, your arms winding around yourself to keep in some warmth. The crows grew louder, their raucous noises melting together, footsteps behind you going unnoticed.
A gasp escaped your lips, a freezing feeling encompassing your wrist and spreading throughout your arm. Turning quickly, you recognized the man, it was hard not to with his striking blue eyes and pale skin. Again you couldn’t find the words, tongue darting out to lick over your bottom lip nervously. His left hand rested over the sleeve of your coat but goosebumps overtook you from the chill that climbed up to your shoulder and down to your fingertips. It felt like you’d plunged your arm in a bucket of ice. Your chest rose and fell quickly as you began to panic, the cold was numbing and suffocating, making it hard to breathe.
“Shh.” A grin spread across his lips as he watched your mouth move, still trying to form words. His right hand grabbed your other arm, turning you completely to face him. The same cold feeling began to spread through your right arm now, just the same. It was him that was doing it, keeping you frozen in place like prey. “You’ve managed to catch my attention these past few nights. I find it hard to let you go.”
The sound of his voice was warming, oddly comforting even with your predicament. You clung to every word he said, holding eye contact as you waited for what else he’d say. You needed to hear what he had to say, just how you caught this beautiful man’s attention. Had you done something different? Spoken to him in a certain way? Looked at him differently than the other customers. You may have looked at him with a bit of admiration, curiosity of where he came from but nothing so telling.
“Return home with me.” The man wasn’t asking, his left hand coming up from your forearm to allow his fingers to brush against your prominent collarbones. His touch was just as cold as the temporary paralysis but it was gentle, calming you down and evening out your breaths.
“Who are you?” You found your voice but it didn’t exactly sound like yourself. You sounded drowsy, as if put in a trance. Something about this man was comforting, his hold, his eyes on you, the words he spoke.
“You’ll know soon enough. Come home with me, my love.” He insisted, his fingers curling around the base of your neck, holding you tenderly as if you’d known each other for centuries. You’d never met this man in your life before he arrived and you found your eyes fluttering closed at the hand of a stranger.
“I can’t do something like that.” Your eyes snapped open, your brain trying to pull you from the trance, but your arms still wouldn’t move. You tried to move, to get some space and air, but your feet seemed locked in place.
“Of course you can, you belong with me. Not here. I can take care of you.” He pulled on your neck, gaining your attention and eye contact. “Let me take care of you.” He purred, leaning in and brushing his nose against yours. Everything about him was freezing cold but it left you alight, excitement running through your veins. He was very quickly pulling you back under, pulling you deeper under his influence.
“With you..?” Your lips moved with no connection to your brain, his woodsy scent overtaking your senses. The idea of your life was left behind, to go somewhere where work wasn’t a problem, to be under the care and attention of a good looking man. Everything was saying yes, your brain, your body, your lips.
“Smart girl.” He hummed, leaning in to let his lips brush yours. They were so soft, so gentle just like his words. Your eyes slipped closed again, the paralyzation taking over your body completely. Just when your body gave out, his arms wound around you, catching you as you fell into a dreamless sleep.
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Coming to, you felt the softness of sheets beneath your body. A duvet was tucked comfortably beneath your chin, warming the chill that had previously settled in your limbs. It took a moment to fully wake, your fingers flexing to test its dexterity. You could still feel the slight rigidity in your joints like you’d been frostbitten after standing in the cold.
Slowly you sat up, a gentle headache throbbing through your skull. The room you were in was lavish, the sheets beneath you satin, and the wallpaper a deep red damask. The four poster you were in held a red silk canopy that partially covered your side view of the room. Above you was a high hanging chandelier, candles resting at every point, the fire smothered out and keeping the room dark.
You prepared to pull the duvet from your body, curious as to where you were and how exactly you got here. You weren’t as worried as you should’ve been and it felt like something about this room was familiar.
“You’re awake.” Your heart leapt in your throat at the sound of a voice coming from the corner of the room. You hadn’t even noticed a shadow if there had been one to begin with. The mysterious man stepped out from the shadows, settled next to the mahogany armoire. He moved to stand where you could properly see him, leaning against the frame of the bed. The light of the moon illuminated the side of his face, making his blue eyes glow and his skin resemble ivory.
“Who are you?” For once you were able to speak with ease and a clear head. Whatever the influence this man had didn’t affect you. You moved to stand, cheeks flushing as you became aware of your state of undress. You reached to cover yourself back up, corset hidden between the duvet. You cleared your throat, trying not to shy away from his intense gaze.
“Alexander, but you may call me whatever you please.” You didn’t miss the way his eyes raked over your form as if seeing through the thick material. “I hope you don’t mind my undressing you.” He gestured behind him, where your dress was neatly draped over the back of an armchair. “Guests of mine deserve comfort.”
You should have had a problem with it, but you didn’t. You, an unmarried women, having the attention of…a man you didn’t know the marital status of. You spoke your name, a shy whisper, that made the corner of his lips quirk up in a smirk like he knew something you didn’t.
“Beautiful.” Alex hummed softly, coming around the side of the bed, he pulled back the canopy, leaning down towards your figure. Your heart hammered in your chest at the close proximity, memories of what felt like just a few minutes ago flashing in your head. He’d been holding you, his body pressed close to yours just like this, his cologne filling your head.
“Beautiful…” You repeated after him, letting him lean in close until your lips brushed again. Your breaths came out shorter, anticipating what, you weren’t sure. He had some kind of hold over you, never had you once been attracted to a man in such a way. One never effortlessly got so close to you either, touching you gently and eyeing you with the hunger of a starving man.
His lips brushed yours, gentle and barely there. Before you could lean in more and connect your lips more firmly, he was withdrawing. A soft whine of disappointment came from your throat, a pout settling on your lips.
“None of that, my love. Let me show you around.” Alex’s hand dropped down, grabbing onto your hand to pull you from the comforts of the bed. This time you thought very little of your corset being exposed, allowing Alex to pull you towards your waiting dress. “Come.” Upon closer inspection it wasn’t the dress you’d come in, but instead a burgundy one that swept the floor. Black lace trimming lined the short sleeves, the deep plunge of the neckline and the bottom of the skirt.
Alex held the dress open in front of you, gingerly guiding you to step into it. He was gentle, each motion well thought out as he pulled the dress up your legs and over your hips. You placed your arms through the puffed sleeves. His hand never left the collar of the dress as he came up behind you, carefully securing the bodice of the dress. It fit like a glove, like something you’d worn before. It hugged each curve, lying perfectly against your fame. “How do you know my size?”
“A guess.” He hummed from behind you, smoothing out any wrinkles and making sure everything laid perfectly against you. He leaned down, his lips brushing the exposed skin of your shoulder. He whispered compliments against your skin, his nose brushing against the junction of your neck and shoulder.
Being showered in compliments made your skin warm, a flush returning to your cheeks as he paid you attention. His hands cemented on your waist, holding you still and firm. You could feel his soft breaths as he inhaled your scent, his nose coming to rest beneath the hinge of your jaw. He exhaled, his lips pressed against your jugular vein. Your eyes slipped closed, finding comfort in his grasp, the gentle touches and the sweet words.
Moments passed and neither of you spoke, his lips pursed against your vein, little kisses being left behind. A shudder ran up your spine, having never been touched before. Such gentle kisses left a good impression.
“You smell divine, my love.” Alex’s voice reverberated against the warmth of your skin, his hands stroking along the sides of your bodice. You could almost feel each touch through your clothes, the cold and gentleness of his large hands.
He inhaled softly against your neck, taking in the sweet scent of your skin. His hands stopped just beneath the cups of your bodice, wrapping around your rib cage. He was a large man, easily dwarfing your frame. He sighed softly, tutting under his breath as if admonishing himself.
“Come.” He reminded you, pulling back regretfully. He took your hand in his, his skin freezing to the touch. It felt like the coldness was affecting your own hand, the two of you sharing his cold temperature.
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The castle was large, Victorian style with heavy red curtains drawn open to let in the moonlight. High hanging chandeliers held lit candles, keeping the corridors illuminated. It was a place you never thought you’d be in. Stained glass windows, mahogany wood and stairways, carpet runners leading the way deeper into the castle. It was clear the man you were with came from money. Each room had multiple chandeliers, priceless works of art between statues and paintings.
Although it was meticulously decorated, something about it was cold and lonely. Not a speck of dust floated in front of your face, or rested on any surface. It was like those who worked within the castle knew you were there, keeping out of your line of sight. It had to be a lonely life, all this castle and no one to share it with. Alex didn’t seem worried in the slightest, showing you around his large home with pride.
The garden was expansive with tall hedges and red roses, the fragrance unlike anything you’d smelled before. He had delicately picked a rose, his fingers naturally falling in the gaps between the thorns. You weren’t so lucky, your finger pricking against the sharp thorn.
Alex’s eyes were on you, intense and wanting before you could even let out a gasp of pain. Instinctively you withdrew from the rose as it was still in his grasp, wanting to soothe the prick with your mouth.
A gentle rumbling started in Alex’s chest, his fingers wrapping around your wrist to stop it in motion. Your eyes met his, your heart beating heavy in your chest as he brought your finger to his lips. A bead of crimson blood had broken through the skin, inches away from his pink lips.
You were breathless, watching with excitement shining in your eyes as your finger effortlessly slipped past his plush lips. The suction was divine as he drew out the blood from the small prick, his warm tongue rubbing up against the skin, his spit coating the tip of your finger.
Goosebumps rose on your skin, your lids closing partially as you thought of his lips sucking on other parts of you. The attraction seemed to intensify, his gaze holding yours. You felt like you couldn’t pull your eyes away from his, feeling the phantom ghosting of his lips along your neck. You blinked slowly, that familiar haze taking over your brain again.
The suction on your finger increased like he was searching for more, his tongue sweeping over your fingertip a few more times. An unfamiliar tingle zapped straight down your body, as if his tongue were lapping between your thighs.
He withdrew from your finger, placing a kiss over the cut that no longer stung. Even without his lips on your finger you felt like you were still under his spell.
He hummed softly, almost a groan before he spoke. “You don’t know what you do to me, amore mio.” Alex purred, pulling you into his arms and against his chest. His hands slotted naturally at your hips, leaning down and breathing in your air.
“What I do..?” Your brain felt miles behind your mouth, instinctually leaning up towards his lips. “What…what does that mean?” You had hardly caught the pet name he’d called you, having not a clue what language it was.
“You’re intoxicating. You invade every one of my senses. Your scent, your taste, your beauty.” His voice came out as a purr, his hands squeezing down on your waist you felt as if he were only further stealing the air from your chest. “Allow me another taste.” His nose pressed against yours and wordlessly you nodded, eyes fluttering shut when his lips pressed against yours.
You had no trouble letting Alex lead, his lips pressing firmly against yours. His lips felt as soft as they looked, slipping between yours seamlessly in a deep kiss. It wasn’t long before he was coaxing you along, the tip of his tongue brushing against your bottom lip slowly. You didn’t want to pull back to ask what was expected of you but as always he seemed one step ahead.
One hand moved from your waist, index finger and thumb pressing gently against your cheeks to help you part your lips. His tongue slipped into the warmth of your mouth, licking over your tongue slowly and feeling it beneath his own. A soft moan sounded from your throat, his tongue muffling the noise as your saliva mixed together. You could taste the metallic tang of your blood on his tongue, pressing your body more firmly against his. Something about tasting your blood made those exciting tingles return tenfold. You didn’t even know what to say to try and voice your dilemma to him, your tongue pushing back against his.
“I know, amore mio.” Alex whispered against your lips after withdrawing his tongue, leaving your lips parted and your chest rising and falling heavily with your breaths. “Let me make it all better for you.” His lips captured yours in another kiss, shorter and sweeter before he withdrew again to pick you up bridal style and carry you back inside.
You couldn’t be bothered to look at the rooms that you walked through, your mind jumbled and excitement thrumming through your veins. It was wrong for a woman to fool around with a man that wasn’t her husband or trying to court her. Perhaps you could count this as courting to keep your guilt at bay.
It was like you had blinked before he was pushing the heavy wooden door to your bedroom open. It was record timing that he walked the large castle to get to your bedroom, though he knew the castle far better than you did. The door shut quietly behind the two of you, this time the candles lit and the curtains drawn closed. It made it easier to see his breathtaking beauty again.
Alex helped guide you down onto your feet, his hands cupping your cheeks to gather your full undivided attention. “I wish for you to stay here with me.” In his eyes was that loneliness that you suspected, the usual intensity lurking behind. His wish was a surprise to you, a man you had just met sweeping you off your feet and wanting you to move in. It was all out of order from what was expected of a woman your age but quite frankly, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He was beautiful, he was lonely and he was wanting you. To give yourself away, to never return to your town, to continue to be pampered and spoken to just right.
Alex’s thumbs stroked over your cheekbones, and he was quiet and patient as he waited for what you had to say. He was prepared for either rejection or acceptance but he wasn’t sure he could allow rejection to happen. “Think about it for me then. I have something I need to do for you first. I am a man of my word.” Alex leaned down, leaving another gentle and quick kiss on your lips.
You couldn’t help the smile that tugged on the corner of your lips after he had pulled back, no one had ever paid so much attention to you. His hands expertly found the back of your dress, pulling loose the bodice from your chest. His eyes roamed over you with hunger and desperation. It went without saying that he wanted you and you wanted him just as badly without really knowing what exactly you wanted.
Alex leaned down, kissing over your shoulders with soft barely there contact. Again your eyes closed, feeling his lips linger towards your neck. He seemed to like it there the most, his lips repeatedly gravitating to kiss against your pulse. While he kissed, his hands made work of pulling your dress the rest of the way down, his fingertips finding purchase on your thighs when your skirt fell to your ankles. His fingertips easily sunk into the fat of your thighs, his fingers massaging and finding their way higher up towards the hem of your panties.
That tingling anticipation returned, his hands skipping over your panties to settle at your waist again. It felt like heat resided in your veins, heat and electricity meshing together making you feel lightheaded.
“Not fair if I’m the only one undressed.” You found your voice, reaching for his blazer to help pull it from his shoulders. Beneath it he wore a silk button down shirt, buttons tight along his broad chest and abs. The size of his pectorals beneath his dress shirt caused the buttons to strain to keep the shirt closed, his biceps in the sleeves almost seemed too big. You wouldn’t have imagined that’s what he had been hiding beneath his clothes, a throbbing starting in your clit as you watched his muscles flex.
“I’ll undress after I get what I want. You won’t keep me from getting a proper taste.” His voice turned stern, his hands moving to your back to undo the intricate ties of your corset. Your breathing became a bit heavier from the tone of his voice, the corset releasing your form allowing you to breathe. Alex pulled the corset from your body, disregarding it onto the armchair.
Before you could think to cover your tits from his view, his large hands moved to cup them, the coldness of his palms made your nipples harden. “Look at you.” He mused, leaving a kiss on your collarbone, both hands massaging the warmth of your tits. ”Beautiful.” He purred against your skin, the pads of his fingers pinching at both your nipples and earning a squeal from your lips.
Your back arched towards his hands, the pinch catching you off guard but beginning to leave your panties damp with your juices. He was leaning over you significantly to kiss your flushed skin, lips gliding down towards your areola. You moaned loudly in surprise when he slurped your hardened nipple into his mouth, his tongue rolling over the hardened nub slowly. Just like when he was sucking on your finger the suction was strong, making your thighs shake from the foreign feeling.
Alex’s right hand gravitated towards your waist to help keep you balanced, his left fingers still pinching on your nipple while he lewdly sucked and slurped on the one in his mouth. It was all too much for your inexperienced body, the touching, the sucking, the noises. Quiet pants left your parted lips, your body taking great pleasure in how his large hands and mouth worked your body.
You whined when his lips withdrew from your nipple, he left open mouthed kisses across your sternum, his tongue darting out to lick along the curve of your tit. His warm spit quickly cooled on your skin, your eyes greedily watching his movements. Feeling your eyes on him his blue eyes met yours, holding eye contact while he sucked your other nipple into his mouth.
Your brows knit together, eyes closing to break eye contact. It felt like your whole body was shaking, unable to handle the new sensations zipping through your body. His hands had settled on your waist again, hoisting you up with his ease, his mouth still sucking on your nipple. “Oh God.” You breathed, limbs wrapping around him for purchase. You were at the perfect height, tits squished against his face while his sucking only grew harder. Your thighs were wrapped around his upper torso, your hands gripping his black strands of hair while he hummed in pleasure against your chest.
Alex carried you over to the bed, your frame feeling incredibly light in his grip. Your skin tasted just as sweet as you smelled, fragrant enough to make his mouth water and his mind be filled with images and filthy thoughts of you.
Your back came to rest on the soft sheets of the queen sized, your nipple still caught in the warmth of his mouth. His hands rested against the arch of your back, forcing your tit deeper into his mouth. His teeth grazed against your soft skin, sharp and making your thighs tighten around him.
His lips released your nipple to kiss down your sternum, stopping just above your navel. “Spread your legs, my love.” When he spoke to you so tenderly, you couldn’t help but want to obey. Alex watched as you spread your thighs for him, a groan reverberating through his chest at the sight of your panties. They were transparent in the low lighting from how much of your grool had wet the gusset, your vulva pressed against the material. He could see everything, your labia and your clit peeking from its hood, begging to be kissed on and toyed with.
“Oh.” You moaned, your breath quickly leaving you as you felt his lips kiss you through your soaked panties. That tingle returned, never leaving for a second as he ran his lips along your slit. It felt like your panties weren’t even there, your head thrown back on the sheets when his mouth met your clit. His lips were pursed, only kissing over the sensitive pink bud. Each tap of his lips made your hole clench down on nothing greedily, reacting to the intense but brief pleasure.
“So wet for me.” He murmured against your skin, his voice sending vibrations through your clit. Your hips bucked desperately, forcing his lips against you more firmly. “She’s just for me, hm?” He gave you what you wanted, kissing more firmly against your bud but it wasn’t even close to enough.
“Yes, just for you.” You stammered, struggling to speak through your excited pants. His index finger hooked into the gusset of your panties, bunching them up as he pulled them to the side, finally revealing the entirety of your slit to him. Your vulva was shiny and sticky with your grool, thin strings of it connecting you to your panties.
A blush flooded your cheeks as he stared down at you with an intense hunger, his tongue darting out to lick up and break the strands. His tongue was warm as it ran over the length of your slit, your hips bucking again as his spit made an even bigger mess. He groaned against you, his tongue traveling in the reverse, down to lap at the grool that leaked from your hole.
“Alex…” The rest of his name got caught in your throat when his tongue pressed against your hole with the right amount of pressure. His saliva pooled against your pink walls as he forced his tongue deeper, the tip of it lapping against your walls. He felt every squeeze and convulsion of your walls, more grool dripping onto the flat of his tongue. It felt like you couldn’t breath with how his tongue lapped at your insides, eagerly licking against your trembling walls. It gave you the pleasure you were craving when he had only his lips on you, your hips continuously bucking against him as he attempted to lick your insides clean. The pleasure was slowly peaking, electrifying tingles being felt in your toes and your fingertips. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, staying spread with the help of his firm grip.
Alex pulled back, swallowing the grool that had gathered in his tongue, the tip of it pressing against your slit and spreading your lips apart. He could hear your blood rushing as he continued to lap at your lips, his tongue finally meeting your swollen clit. Your hips jerked back from the intense feeling, your head thrown back and a gasp leaving your lips.
“That where you want me, my love? Sucking on that pretty pink clit?” His questions were vulgar, his lips pursed together to blow cool air on the hardened nub. Speechless you nodded eagerly, although still reeling from the brief touch he’d allowed you. Rather than giving you what you wanted, he kissed above your clit and around the sides, your hole clenching down in anticipation. “You know better, answer properly, like a lady. Use your manners.”
You swallowed thickly, eyes meeting his so he could see the pitiful look in your eyes. It didn’t work in giving you what you wanted any sooner, his lips having gravitated to your inner thigh, kissing along your femoral artery. “Please..” You started, your voice feeling small as you tried to rearrange your thoughts to think of what you wanted to say. “I want you to lick my…my clit…please” Your face felt like it was on fire, watching as his lips moved and sucked against your skin, leaving a bright pink mark.
“Better.” He purred against your thigh, brushing his lips upwards on your inner thigh until his wet lips brushed against your lips. He parted his lips, gently sucking your clit into his mouth. You moaned loudly, hips jerking towards his mouth as he steadily began to suck on your clit. His tongue brushed up against your clit while he sucked, his lips tight around you. The pleasure was instantaneous, a fuzzy feeling filling your brain. More grool spilled from your hole, trailing down your taint from his eager sucking.
“Oh my God, please don’t stop.” You were bucking eagerly towards his face, toes curling as his sucking remained steady and consistent. His thumb brushed against your hole, massaging it and spreading your grool around with soft clicking noises.
Your breaths quickened, listening as he sucked and slurped on your clit, his spit covering you and dripping down your slit, mixing sloppily with your grool. “Something…something’s coming.” You moaned, your abdomen clenching at the same time as your hole, your fingers desperately grasping onto his hair to keep him down against you.
With one extra hard suck it felt like an explosion had gone off within your body, stars dancing across your vision and white noise filling your ears. You felt faint, like you could lose consciousness from how hard your body was bearing down on nothing. His mouth kept sucking, working you through your first orgasm, his fingers stroking against your trembling thighs.
You could feel the feeling come back to you, the warm sheets beneath your body and the coldness of his hands on your skin. His mouth was no longer on your clit, instead his sharp teeth embedded into the skin of your thigh, a pinch that you hadn’t felt in your euphoria. You couldn’t even make sense of the fact that he was doing more than just biting you, swallowing thick gulps of your blood. It tasted sweeter in the throes of your pleasure, running quickly from how hard your heart beat as you came.
The suction of his lips against your skin only left another bruise behind, his teeth slipping out from the wound he had made. The warmth of his tongue brushed against the fang marks of your skin, his saliva healing the wound closed, your blood smearing from his lips against your thigh. He licked his lips, moving his thumb to lick up the cum that was steadily dripping from your messy hole.
Sensitivity buzzed through your hole, bringing you back to the moment, your fingers still threaded into his hair. “Too much..” You murmured, feeling the sweat at the back of your thighs from how hot you felt. You tried to pull on his head but he didn’t budge, his tongue only moving faster to clean up your cum that dripped straight into his mouth.
When you tried to pull him back again he growled against you, the vibrations reverberating in your bones, being felt right down to your core. You could feel the prickles of sensitivity when his tongue pressed back into your hole, pushing and prodding deeper and lapping at the subtle ridges against your walls.
Tears sprung in the corner of your eyes when he flat out ignored you but the pleasure spiked along with the discomfort. Your walls clenched down, feeling his tongue press against a certain spot against your front walls. It was like a blinding white light crossed your vision as his tongue pushed and prodded against the rough spot within you. “Ah.” You moan loudly, not even sounding like yourself, your hips bucking against his face again. Your eyes rolled when his nose brushed against your sensitive clit, his tongue snaking deeper, filling out your walls.
Somehow it felt like his tongue was hitting all your walls at once, the base of his tongue pressed against the rough patch while the tip of his tongue pressed against your cervix, exactly where he wanted to be. His drool along with your grool made your walls even more slick, his tongue lapping against your cervix. You hadn’t even had the chance to completely calm down, hips bucking eagerly against his nose. The sensitivity didn’t matter when you could feel another orgasm just on the precipice, hole squeezing down on his broad tongue.
Your thighs came to close against his ears, your breaths coming out quicker as you tried to prepare yourself for another earth shattering orgasm. It did nothing but make you lightheaded as a second orgasm crashed into you, your walls clenching down hard as if trying to push his tongue out. Your cum easily dripped onto his tongue and his mouth, your hips not slowing down as you tried to chase the feeling of your slowly ebbing orgasm.
Alex pulled back only when he was satisfied licking your cum from your walls, his long tongue licking his lips and nose clean. He kissed your hole, licking up more strands of grool and cum before his mouth was kissing up your midsection, right below your navel. You were trembling beneath him, your limbs feeling like jelly and your pussy buzzing with oversensitivity.
“Good girl.” He purred against your skin, kissing up to your sternum and nibbling on the warm skin. “Delicious, just as I thought.” His lips wrapped around your skin, sucking bruises onto your sweaty skin, his tongue lapping over it slowly. “Can’t get enough of you.” He groaned, leaving a path of hickies along your heaving chest, over the tops of your breasts and along your collarbones.
You moaned high in your throat when his hand cupped your pussy, trying to scoot your body back and away from him. “One more, give me one more, my pretty girl.” He cooed, his lips latching onto your neck, feeling the vibrations of your moans.
“Can’t.” You whined, hips jerking when his thumb rubbed against your sensitive clit. He rubbed it in quick circles, listening to the moans and gasps that got caught in your throat.
“I’ll make you.” His teeth were sharp as they nipped at your throat, his middle finger pressing and slowly sinking into your dripping walls. From how many times you had cum the expected discomfort was nonexistent. Having his finger inside of you was more filling than his tongue, thick and long, his fingertips purposely rubbing against your walls, forcing out more moans from you.
The pleasure was nearly painful, everything in your body wanting you to draw back from his touch, to finally catch a proper break. He wasn’t as kind as you were led to believe, your clit being stimulated constantly just to get a reaction out of you.
Alex’s nose brushed against your neck, smelling the sweetness of your skin and the saltiness of your sweat, the arousal clinging to your every pore. It wasn’t long before his ring finger joined his middle finger, pumping slowly and following the natural curve of your front wall. Your grool splashed against his wrist from how quickly he was pumping his fingers into you, his knuckles flush with your hole after each pump. You wanted nothing more than to feel him filling you more, deeper, pressing against your cervix again.
“God I can’t.” You repeated, those unshed tears streaming down your cheeks from the repeated fluttering of your walls. You couldn’t stop the tenseness in your thighs and abdomen, your body preparing well before your orgasm rounded the corner.
Alex’s lips moved to kiss the tears from your cheeks, his tongue savoring the salty taste. “You will.” Even when he spoke his fingers didn’t slow their brutal pace, pressing firmly on your g spot.
You brought your hands up, grabbing and scratching on his broad shoulders as he didn’t slow down despite your moaning and wailing. Your hips bucked despite yourself, your eyes rolling back into your skull as an orgasm suddenly ripped through you from the prodding to your g spot. You hadn’t even realized you had screamed until his lips pressed against yours to silence you. He withdrew his fingers from inside you, your body no longer felt like it was a part of you. You felt boneless, wanting to sink into the mattress and sleep after what he’d put you through.
Alex smiled as he pulled away from your lips, pleased with having tired you out but he was far from done. “You’re doing so well for me, so perfect.” Alex pecked your lips again, his mouth moving to work the skin of your breast back into his mouth. “Stay with me.” Alex repeated against your skin, listening to you try to catch your breath. “Be my wife.”
“Mmm.” You could only hum in response to his voice, eyes closed to pass the lightheadedness, taking in the coolness of his skin on yours. Your eyes flew open at the pinch of his teeth sinking into your breast. You tried to sit up on your elbows but his hand stopped you, a cold feeling overtaking you as his tongue worked the skin of your breast, helping to fill his mouth with your sweet blood.
“What are you doing…?” You couldn’t fully wrap your head around what was going on, the near deranged look in his eyes as he drank from your breast. You heart only raced harder as the realization dawned on you. Breathtakingly handsome, large empty castle for a home, those sweet words you couldn’t disobey. When he pulled away, your blood on his lips and tongue, two puncture wounds in the fat of your breast, it all clicked into place. He was who you should be afraid of, the vampire from legend. Not at all just a story to be told to young children. You had fallen into his very trap, became his next meal to be locked away in his home. But, was it all that bad when he treated you with such gentleness and kindness? When he made you squirm on his fingers and tongue so expertly, listened to your every moan and scream. You should have been scared but you were not.
“Again…” You whispered, licking your bottom lip in anticipation. Tha made Alex’s lips quirk in a smirk, flashing a bright white fang you hadn’t noticed previously. His tongue licked over his teeth before he leaned down to bite into the opposite breast. The pinch this time still left that cold feeling but it seemed to reawaken that desire in you. You needed more, deeper…
Alex drank from your second breast, his hands moving low to spread your thighs and slot himself between them. The material of his pants rubbed against your sensitive vulva, something firm and warm pressing against your slit. It seemed to be the only part of his body that wasn’t plagued by the cold, his hips pressing down against you firmly.
It was clear that Alex wasn’t kidding about wanting you, wanting to keep you as his wife for as long as he saw fit. He was convinced that you were perfect for him. Every part of you was to his liking, the taste of your skin, your blood, the way you reacted to his touch. How could he let you return to your life?
Your hands moved from his shoulders around to finally begin unbuttoning his shirt. Your hands were shaky, prolonging the time it took to help undress him. He chuckled at your eagerness, lapping over the bitemark he pulled his fangs from, his hands moving to help you unbutton his shirt. The rest of his body was just as pale, his nipples the same blush pink as his lips. You were in awe as his muscles flexed as he pulled off his shirt and began to undo his dress pants.
It was not a position you thought you’d find yourself in, being absolutely drowned in ecstasy and euphoria from a man that generations before you had feared. Nothing about him was scary like you were taught, he was a loner who wanted love and appreciation like anyone else. If anyone else knew that about him it would certainly put him in a human light. You were the only one that had gotten the chance to see it, allowing him to indulge in your body like he hadn’t had the chance to with anyone in decades.
Your hands rubbed against his chest, feeling his cold skin beneath the warmth of your hands. It was no wonder you thought him to be human, his skin was soft, veins and muscles taut beneath it. Your hands moved down brushing against his pectorals and down his ribs towards the dark happy trail disappearing into the waistband of his boxers which he was starting to work off next.
You could feel the excitement returning, it was like watching a gift being unwrapped in front of you. A hunger gnawed in your abdomen watching with bated breath as he pulled his boxers down his powerful thighs. Your brows furrowed at the sight of him, his length spilling out of the confines of his underwear. His dick was long and pale, slightly more pale than his skin, large veins coiling around the base of it. His tip was partially covered by foreskin, just a glimmer of his pink tip with a bead of precum threatening to drip from his slit. He was mouthwatering, you wanted to taste him just like he had tasted you.
You licked your bottom lip, watching as his large hand grasped his base, pumping slowly and drawing the skin back, the bead of precum landing on his fingers. His right hand moved to spread your left thigh open for him, his body sliding back between your thighs.
“Be my wife.” He proposed again, your breath catching in your throat at the warmth of his tip rubbing along your slit. Your grool and cum smeared onto his tip from his hand guiding himself up as far as your clit and down to gently press into your hole.
This time you heard him loud and clear, body tensing in anticipation before his tip moved again, spreading your slit around his tip. His precum dripped slowly on your skin, dribbling down to join the mess that was leaking from your hole.
He was waiting for your answer, tapping his tip against your sensitive clit, your hips bucking up towards his length. It was heavy against you, the veins throbbing as he guided the rest of his length to grind down against your slit. His pale skin was sticky and covered in your grool, strings of it connecting the two of you. He slapped his tip against your clit repeatedly, watching as your hips continued to buck from the stimulation. “Don’t keep me waiting, my love.” He grinded his tip down against your clit, your breaths coming out quickly again. It was so sensitive you already felt on the brink of another orgasm but it never came. It was like a continuous build but your body was too tired to give in to the feeling completely.
“Your wife?” You reiterated, your brain feeling like it was elsewhere again. He hummed in response to your question, finally guiding his wet tip to gently push into your pink walls. He was thick, already a significant stretch compared to his fingers and tongue. “I don’t…I’m not…” You stammered, trying to figure out what you wanted to say. His hips continued forward, his tip sinking slowly into your hole, your grool squelching loudly.
There was a slight bit of discomfort but just like his bite the pain burned so good. The pleasure spiked, your walls clenching down on his tip but not stopping him from forcing his way through your tight pussy. He groaned softly, deep in his chest as you continued to bear down, between trying to suck him deeper and force him out from the foreign feeling.
“Don’t, not, what?” He was teasing, repeating the words that hadn’t gotten the chance to form real sentences on your lips. “You’re perfect for me, everything from your taste to how your pussy grips me.” You moaned at his words, back arching when he continued to push deeper, his girth spreading your walls wide around him. His fingers dug into the skin of your thigh, making sure to keep you steady.
When more than enough of his cock had settled inside the warmth of your walls, his left hand moved to spread your right thigh just the same, your hole stuffed with no space for anything but his cock to fit. It helped guide his length deeper until his tip firmly collided against your cervix. You squealed in surprise, feeling the heaviness of his cock pressing into you. There was that painful pleasure again, tears springing to your eyes before you could fully process the near numbing feeling.
“Yes! God yes, I’ll do it!” Your thighs trembled beneath his hands, his hips pulling back only for a second before his tip was pressing right back into your cervix. Another shout between a yelp and a moan as he pounded into your cervix, his large length hardly fully seated inside of you. Your walls were clamping down non-stop, grool quickly coating the length of him as he thrusted, cream starting to form a ring around his base.
“Good girl, so smart.” He cooed, placing a kiss on your neck while he held your legs open for him. You felt like you couldn’t breathe with the weight of his hips coming down on you. Every vein of his rubbed up against the ridges of your walls, pressing lightly against your g spot, precum squirting against your insides. “Gonna stay with me forever right?” He nipped your neck with a fang, grinding his hips down against you just to hear you whine.
You nodded wordlessly, the pressure of his length inside of you making stars burst behind your eyes. You tried to pick your hips up against him, wanting more, needing more friction. You felt like you were just on the edge, dangling so close to another sweet release.
“I wanna hear you say it. Tell me.” His left hand moved and you could feel it ghosting against your clit, earning another moan for you. That was what you needed, but every time you bucked your hips needily, he’d move his thumb entirely, hips giving your cervix a constant beating. Your pussy sounded sloppy, wet noises filling the room alongside your moans and pants.
“I’ll be your wife, I promise I won’t ever leave you. God please don’t stop..” You were full on crying, frustrated from being denied for so long. It was like your body was betraying you, not allowing you to cum on his cock like you wanted.
“Please please…” You begged softly, one thigh closing against his side. The sounds of your begging was so pretty to him, something he would happily get used to for the rest of your mortal life. He was contemplating just what the meaning of being his wife would be, a beautiful mortal to warm his cock whenever he needed to, to drink from whenever he was thirsty. Maybe he’d turn you, grant you immortality to keep you from ever leaving his side. To have more than a lifetime with you moaning and crying from his cock.
Alex pressed his finger down on your clit, rubbing it in quickened circles that had your whole body tensing and your walls gripping him tightly. It felt as if you’d lost all your senses, back arching, his cock continuing to pummel into your cumming walls. A large bulge pressed against your abdomen, his cock throbbing against your stomach.
His fangs sinking into your neck went unnoticed, drinking your pleasure from your veins while pounding into your tired walls. Your cum soaked his length, shining against his hips and thighs from how quickly he was fucking into you. Your blood exploded over his tongue, a low growl emitting from his throat as he forced himself as deep as he could physically fit.
Your walls milked the girth of his length, his veins throbbing as his own cum spurted from his tip, coating your walls quickly. His cum only joined the mess that dripped from your walls, further creaming his base.
You were tired, trembling despite yourself even when you came down from your orgasm. You could only feel his cool skin against yours, hearing the blood rushing in your ears. You hadn’t even noticed that he adjusted the both of you, his arms wound tight around your body, your head on his chest as you were now cuddled up at the head of the bed. His thumb stroked gently against your lower back, your heart still beating loudly in your chest.
Your eyes could hardly stay open, your tongue darting out to wet your lips, your voice feeling raw from all the noise you were making. “Your secret is safe with me..” He had never told you himself but you were confident in your deduction. Your new lover was the vampire that everyone feared. Everyone but you.
Synopsis: A very touchy boyfriend turns an innocent spa day into something more.
Kinks: Foot fetish, footjobs, foot massage, pedicure, cum on feet, scientific words and dirty words to refer to certain body parts, cum play (cum as lotion), spit
a/n: Fourth day! I see you guys really like Morph and I’m loving it! Now this one is actually short.
Word count: 1.7k
💀𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 ‘24 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽👻
MDNI 18+
A typical Saturday night consisted of binging shows and movies with your boyfriend Jasper. If bored enough the movie may be paired with popcorn, takeout, a quick card or board game or a classic cuddle. Tonight, your boyfriend sweetly decided to give you a foot massage, especially when it came to your more than stressful Friday afternoon at work. Jasper was always thoughtful in that way, listening to your rants and finding a solution to help you relax. You both knew you could find one yourself but his attention to detail was always appreciated.
He’d spent all of Saturday pampering you, making your favorite breakfast and dinner, watching your favorite shows and movies, and most importantly, getting to curl up together on the couch for hours.
You both sat facing each other on the couch, your feet in his lap and your backs to the arms of the couch. Your eyes flitted between the TV and his hands working on your foot. Your left foot was on his right knee, the nail polish he had carefully applied being left to dry. Your right foot was carefully cradled in his left hand while his right applied the top coat over the color you had chosen. It was nice to be pampered and not waste a ton of money to get it professionally done. Jasper couldn’t do designs but he had gotten a lot better at painting without creating any lumps or streaks.
“How’s that?” Jasper released your foot, your head turning and your toes flexing to see the job he’d done. It was nothing outstanding but it was special that he even wanted to do something like that for you.
“Looks amazing like always, baby.” You sat up, carefully adjusting your feet to lean over and give him a gentle kiss. He was beaming from that alone, closing the polishes and setting them aside on the side table. “Should hire you as my personal nail tech.” You rested your feet back against his lap to allow them to dry without the mistake of smudging them.
“Don’t even have to pay me, getting to spoil you is payment enough.” Jasper was just sweet like that, he liked doing the little things for you, even if it was as simple as throwing your towels in the dryer for when you stepped out of the shower.
“You’re so cheesy baby.” You giggled, cheeks flushed from the embarrassment. You could never get over the sweet talk and sly touches he gave you.
“You like it.” Jasper leaned over to pump a few squirts of lotion into his palm. He rubbed his hand together before starting a slow massage on your left foot. He stroked against your ankles first, your eyes fluttering shut from the sensation.
You sighed softly, nodding to his statement. You did, a lot, more than you could even admit to him. He worked his hands down, massaging and pressing at the arch of your foot. His hands worked like magic, pressing hard where necessary and stroking to soothe.
You were zoned into the TV while he massaged, and when your toes had dried on your right foot, he massaged that too. You felt like your body was sinking into the couch beneath you. Eyes closing more than it was watching the screen. Jasper didn’t comment on it, smiling to himself as you finally got the relaxation that you needed.
Minutes passed, the TV droning on in the background and a drowsiness settling over your form. It was exactly what you needed, peaceful and warm. Your eyes opened when a commercial began to ring out, loud and obnoxious and pulling you from the edge of sleep.
You gave Jasper a sleepy smile, “Thank you baby, always know how to cheer me up.” Jasper looked back at you, green eyes alight with adoration. Watching you be so soft with him made his heart swell.
“Never have to thank me.” He gave your foot a gentle squeeze before releasing it to rest on his lap again.
“Of course I do.” You fully moved to face him again, stretching your feet on his lap, your smile less sleepy now that consciousness had completely returned. You hummed softly in thought, watching as your toes flexed on his lap. It didn’t take long at all to get the idea, the sole of your foot rubbing against the bulge in his sweats.
Jasper ignored it the first time, but the second time when you pressed harder had gotten his attention. He knew then that it wasn’t an accident. “What are you thinking up over there?” Jasper grunted softly when you pressed your foot down against his bulge more firmly.
“Want you to get a goooood look at the work you did.” Your eyes jumped up to meet his, the sole of your foot stroking along his bulge more firmly. He was still soft but slowly filling out from the repetitive movements and pressure applied. “Your turn to lay back.”
Jasper could see the glimmer of excitement in your eyes, and he trusted you, so he laid back, allowing you full access to him. Your smile was mischievous more than anything, that pretty brain working a mile a minute as you formulated your plan.
You sat up, reaching to help him out of his sweats just to make things easier. You set them aside carelessly, resting back again with your feet returning to his lap. One less layer of clothing made it easier for him to feel you. The warmth of your feet was felt even through his boxers, your foot massaging back over him had his head tilting back.
It was a slow build of pleasure, his hips bucking at times to get that desired pressure. His length twitched beneath the sole of your foot, growing firm to the point that it was visible through his boxers. Your pretty toes flexed, pressing firm against him, lightly squeezing him beneath your toes before you withdrew.
Your left foot slipped carefully into the right leg of his boxers, your right still stroking along the top of him. A groan slipped from his full lips when his tip came to rest between your big and second toe. He was throbbing, your foot moving slightly just to massage beneath his frenulum. You flexed your toes against his tip, squeezing gently on it and pressing your right foot down to grind against the rest of his length.
His eyes watched eagerly as your pretty painted toes pressed against him. The bulge of your foot in his boxers was enough to have warm precum spraying over the top of your foot, a few drops landing on your toes. Jasper reached a hand down, pulling the leg of his boxers up to his hip to reveal his length and your feet working on him.
Jasper bit his lip from the sight, pearlescent precum drying on your foot, your top coat shining in the low light. With your feet free, you shifted your left foot, wiping his precum onto his length for lube. Both feet came to rest his length between their soles, finally having enough room to stroke his length between them.
Jasper pursed his lips, leaning over to spit on his length, helping to create more lubricant for your movements. Your feet squeezed him, moving in small circles to massage his leaking tip, precum dribbling onto the soles of your feet and between your toes, spraying against your nail polish.
“Mmm.” Jasper moaned, hips picking up from the couch to thrust into your feet, soft noises of spit and precum sounding from your feet working him. “They do look pretty…” Jasper spoke out between moans and pants, eyes closing and hips continuously bucking to chase the forming orgasm.
He liked this more than he thought he would, getting to revel in the pedicure he’d given you, how pretty it looked and how it looked even better around his cock. His hands came down, holding your feet and keeping them pressed firmly against him for better friction.
“Yeah? Think they’ll look as pretty with your cum on them?” You grinned, knowing exactly what you were doing, spurring him on. His hips stuttered at that before he found his pace again, his tip pressing in and out between your soles, precum dribbling back down onto his lap.
“Definitely.” He bit his lip, brows pinched in focus as he shook his blonde waves from his face. He was panting now, balls clenching close to his body as he grew closer. You knew the look well, how focused he got when he was going to cum, he’d grow quiet, tense, and desperate to cum.
“Gonna…gonna test it out.” Jasper moaned, starting to shift. He got up to kneel on the couch, keeping your feet against him. It was a better angle for him to thrust at, his precum now dripping onto your pants from how he moved your legs to bend at the knee, his body now hovering over yours. His eyes were burning into yours, desire and need obvious if it wasn’t for his firm grip on the tops of your feet.
Your hands reached up, pulling him down to kiss him softly, swallowing each moan and pant he let out. It was more than enough for him, his thrusts deepening, his tip poking from the other side of your feet before he was spraying cum onto your feet and your clothes with a drawn out moan. It excited you to think that he was able to bring himself to orgasm with your feet alone, with a bit of help from a kiss. But, the idea that he liked and was turned on by every part of you was a giant ego boost.
You pecked his lips softly, over and over as his breaths finally calmed down. His hands moved to release your feet, his length softening between your soles. He sighed softly, his hands cradling your feet instead, fingers stroking in the warm and sticky cum into your skin. Gentle massages over the soles and the top of your feet, down to your toes.
“Thank you baby.” Jasper kissed you back, heart beating quickly in his chest as he came down. He pulled back, eyes looking over at your stained pants, spots of cum and precum seeping into the material. “Let me run a bath for you.” His bright smile returned and he was already on the move to get up and drag you along.
Female Bottom Reader (Final Girl) x Serial Killer Alex
🖤 𝓐𝓵𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓷 🖤
Synopsis: After running from a serial killer all night, you don’t think you can run anymore. With all your friends dead, all you can do is hide and pray for the best.
Kinks: Dub-con, final girl, survival horror, masked killer, crying, knife play, bloodplay, belly bulge, size difference, scientific words and dirty words to refer to certain body parts, p in v, no condom, creampie, public-ish, knife near vagina, crying, name carving with said knife, vocal male, mute killer, doggy style, sleeper hold, cervix fucking, impossibly big dick, squirting
Warning: Dub-con and knife near private parts
a/n: Second day! Exposition is my weakness lol. And I had a bit of fun with this one.
Word count: 3.1k
💀𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 ‘24 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽👻
MDNI 18+
Celebrating your graduation with friends was supposed to be your last hoorah before entering the monotonous work force. You and your group of friends hadn’t stood a chance, the week long celebration was being held at a friend’s lake house surrounded by nothing but woods. No one knew the area or expected the unreliable cell service. Whispers from the nearest town about a crazy murderer on the loose were unheard of with thumping music, close dancing bodies and drinking. It was no surprise that no one noticed the lingering figure in the shadows, closely watching for his time to strike.
It wasn’t until it was too late, screams ripping through the party that chaos descended. There were only a handful of you but throughout the night, everyone was picked off, assumingly killed in a gruesome manner. You were the only one to make it out the house, sprinting through the disorienting woods in search of the town that was miles out. You’d left everything behind, trekking through the dense woods in nothing but a thin skirt and crop top. Your leg had been poorly bandaged as a result from cutting yourself on broken glass, a daring escape from the first floor window. You’d been terrified, boarding yourself up in the study, and attempting to break through the safe you’d found for a gun. It was just a moment to breathe, and think before you were interrupted by the bowing of the door, a large object ramming into it rhythmically. The house was no longer safe.
Rain beat down on your frame, crisp white shirt becoming see through as you limped through pockets of mud, stepped over overgrown roots and squinted to see the woods ahead. The leaves and branches obscured the moon for the most part. You were tired, thirsty and hurt, but you needed to keep moving. Your lungs burned, as did your muscles as you tried to persist further. You knew you wouldn’t be able to make it, he’d easily catch up to you with your injury and fleeting energy.
You took a break beneath a tree, shielding yourself from the gaps that allowed rain to pass through. Your breathing was labored, pants passing through your lips as you settled to rest for a moment. Just a couple minutes was all you needed…You could hear your own breathing in your ears, your thunderous heartbeat as panic started to settle in. What were you going to do? You were alone, you’d die before you made it to the town whether that be from the murderer or getting lost within the woods. All around you it was just trees, you’d zigzagged in an attempt to confuse the killer but you’d also confused yourself in the process. Who knew if you were even going the right way anymore.
Your breath hitched when you heard the cracking of a branch, and shortly after the loud crunching of leaves. It was him! It had to be! You turned quickly to continue your path, the rain and your fear leaving you freezing cold. You hadn’t even gotten the chance to step away from the tree, your shoe catching beneath the root and causing you to tumble face first into the dirt with a loud yelp. Your eyes squeezed shut, the noise echoing through the woods, tears burning your eyelids. There was no way he hadn’t heard you, he knew where you were, you were done for! You listened, trying to hold your breath and hold onto a tiny bit of hope. Maybe luck was on your side, or maybe some higher power, maybe he hadn’t heard you at all. The silence settled, your own yelp still echoing in your head.
A terrified scream ripped from your throat when hands clasped onto your sides. His hands were large and heavy, fingers nearly touching, his grip hard enough it felt like he was squeezing the air from your lungs. Your heart was pounding so hard you felt lightheaded, it was too late but still you struggled, movements more erratic in the attempt to get your foot out from beneath the root. The hands around your ribs loosened, one coming down, gliding down the left side of your abdomen, your outer thigh, past the bandage, along your calf and eventually stopped at your trapped foot. He made no noise but his own breathing behind the mask, heavy and excited at your attempt to run from him.
You stilled, tensing when his large hand wrapped around your ankle. It took one hard tug for your foot to come loose, his hand squeezing around your ankle to keep you from taking the chance to run off. His right hand was still grasping your right side and another few moments passed. You were confused, why wasn’t he killing you? You could feel his stare against your back, raking over your form slowly, a shuddering running down your spine.
He released your ankle, grabbing the hem of your skirt and flipping it up, your thin panties on display. You had worn them for your boyfriend that night, thin and sheer, high waisted and hardly keeping your cheeks within the material. He liked the sight, licking his lips beneath his mask while you squirmed beneath him. The last thing you expected was something like this, you had watched him kill your friends ruthlessly but for some reason you were getting different treatment? The hand at your side, moved to splay against your upper back, strong enough to pin you against the ground. Your skirt was left up, a breeze ghosting over your skin before his left hand squeezed at your ass.
It was even harder to breathe when pinned down, a knot in your stomach forming at the feeling of his heavy hand groping you freely. You didn’t want to know the thoughts that were going through his mind, breath hitching when his hand shifted between your thighs. It was unexpected, feeling his thumb stroke along your slit, it was embarrassing that such a gentle touch had that knot within you tightening.
“What are you…?” Your voice was shaky, trembling as you turned your head to try and get a good view of him. His body easily took over your field of vision, he was wearing a simple black top, muscles bulging from beneath the fabric. He straddled the back of your thighs, even his jeans seeming too snug on his body. Such miniscule movement of his gloved thumb pressing against your vulva had the tendons in his arms shifting, his pale skin beneath the sliver of the moonlight made your mouth water.
It didn’t take a genius to know what his intentions were, especially when he finally pulled aside your panties and against your better judgment, thin strings of grool stretched from your vulva. His throat rumbled, a dark chuckle from your clear enjoyment of being chased down. You jerked from beneath him, eyes zoning in on the mask he wore, his thumb coming down to stroke against your hardening clit. It was stark white, the eyes black and empty and the mouth elongated in a terror stricken scream. You could see nothing through the mesh that gave the mask its endless black features, and it made your stomach turn at the blatant mockery of his victims.
Aside from your breathing and the beating of your heart, you could hear the familiar sounds of your juices as his thumb passed through them, spreading them along your vulva, shining in the lowlight. You could hear his own breathing deepening behind his mask, his hand moving from your vulva and towards the hip you couldn’t properly see. Your stomach dropped when you heard the telling sound of metal being drawn, the bone chilling scraping of it leaving its scabbard making your mouth feel dry.
He was going to do it now, panic settling all over again. It left you feeling cold from head to toe, the pattering of the rain on your skin feeling hard and icy akin to sleet. Your eyes were squeezed closed, dots swimming in the blackness at your insistence. You didn’t want to watch when he prepared to kill you.
With his left hand on the handle of his knife, he guided the tip of the blade to your warmth. It brushed your skin just barely, your grool sticky on its metal surface before it caught in the cloth of your panties. Pulling the knife towards him, it easily cut through the fabric, letting it fall limply between your thighs. You let out the breath you were holding, tears in your eyes when he seemed to take joy in your fear.
His body shifted upwards, his bulge pressing against your ass, firm and imposing. The knife returned, the tip of it pressing against your tailbone and just like with your panties, he used it to trail along the peeking skin and cut through the flimsy fabric of your shirt.
“Please…” You blubbered, tears escaping from your eyes and wetting your lashes. His right hand pulled open the tatters of your shirt, while his left cut at the sleeves, allowing him to pull the shirt from your body, leaving you in just your skirt. Braless no longer seemed to be the right idea, your hard nipples pressing into the dirt, rain dripping onto your shivering form.
Humiliation was beginning to set in alongside the panic and fear, loud sobs racking through your body. From where he sat over you, he watched with amusement as the terror settled. He knew what he was doing, forcing you to wait with bated breath for his next move. He brought the knife down, scraping it along the backs of your shoulder, against your spine, connecting droplets of water and separating them. At the feeling of the knife your cries only grew louder, expecting it to be the final blow but it still never came.
The point of the knife settled on your ass cheek, his strong thighs right back to straddling your trembling thighs. Your tears stained the dirt beneath your head and your cheeks, your face flushed from the effort. More pleas were falling from your lips even though you knew he wasn’t listening to you. Your body relaxed into the dirt, feeling a false sense of security, expecting that he’d trace over your body.
You were mistaken, screaming when he dug the blade of the knife into the meat of your cheek. The pain was searing hot as he carved through your skin, deep enough to scar. Three grueling lines felt like forever, blood bubbling from the cuts and staining your pretty skin, just as he would have hoped. The burn persisted even when he moved the knife, you briefly thought he’d still been carving your skin.
On your cheek, bright red and bleeding was the initial of an A. His name that you had yet to learn, not that you wanted to realistically. Your body relaxed only when the blade was moved, tired and sore from how long you remained tensed up. Your body was already beginning to give out, exhausted from running all night, being kept awake and moving solely from adrenaline alone.
Your eyes fluttered closed, fighting to stay alert. It was freezing from the rain and from the fear, the dirt beneath you only retaining the water from the cloud. You were brought back to the moment when you heard the unzipping of his jeans, his weight lifting briefly as he adjusted himself behind you.
You were too tired of fighting, wanting to melt into the ground, for all of this to finally be over. You let out a soft whine, feeling his warm tip rubbing against your vulva. The presence of the knife didn’t scare you as much as you would have thought, grool leaking steadily from your hole, dripping onto the dirt below. You kept your eyes closed, lips pressing together in defiance when his tip came to rub at your clit. Pleasure jolted through your veins, mixing with the pain of the cuts on your ass. Tears welled in your eyes, unable to escape from how tightly they were closed. Your body was still finding pleasure in your pain, in the terror of the situation you were in.
“Mm.” Your moan was muffled as his tip tapped against your clit, his ridge grinding against your clit deliciously. Grunts and moans you tried to make quiet, attempting to muffle them into the dirt as he lewdly slapped his length against your vulva, grool sticking to his length. He was determined to hear you scream for him again.
He pressed his tip against your vulva, spreading your lips as he guided himself up to your awaiting hole, clenching down on nothing and desperate to be filled. Your clit was buzzing from the attention, throbbing and desperate for a firm touch. It was more humiliating than just being stripped down naked in the middle of the woods.
He wasn’t gentle, his tip pressing into your hole that seemed two sizes too small for the girth of him. Your eyes flew open suddenly from the burn of his girth stretching you open, jaw dropping from the ruthless pressure. He had one goal in mind that had nothing to do with your comfort. Your walls squelched loudly from the pressure of his length, squeezing down on bulbous veins. He made you feel undeniably full from less than half of his length alone.
“Oh my god…”You couldn’t help but squeal from the stress alone, forearms scrambling to hold yourself up in an attempt to drag yourself from beneath him. The dirt was slippery beneath you from the rain, staining your skin and making it impossible to find purchase. He laughed again from behind you, his large body leaning over your smaller frame and trapping you beneath him. His forearms closed you in, his hips continuing to press forward into your struggling walls.
You froze beneath him, body tensing up as his cock bullied itself deeper into you, pressing firmly against your cervix. He hadn’t even worked himself in halfway before you felt as if he were crushing your insides. Your eyes rolled, walls clenching hard from the inability to relax. “Ugh.” You grunted out, the bizarre pressure already having you teetering on the edge of your orgasm. He stilled inside you, for just a few moments before he pulled his hips back and started a rough pace, brutal as he slammed back into your cervix.
He was fucking the moans right from your throat, hips working his length as deep as he could manage it. Your back arched, tears of pleasure dripping quickly. You were still trying to get away, alleviate the pressure and the bulge poking through your lower abdomen. Your nails scratched at the dirt beneath you, quickened breaths coming from your lips, your own body betraying you as you pushed back against him, trying to chase your orgasm.
“Fuck!” You moaned when his hips clapped against your ass, hot pain and pleasure bubbling from the contact against the cut he had given you. Your walls clenched down harder, your body pushing involuntarily as you came, squirting onto the dirt. He groaned from behind you, pressing his chest to your back while his hips slammed into you. Your body jerked beneath him, dirt caking onto your knees as his strength forced you forward, inch by inch.
Your walls grew sensitive when your orgasm dissipated, a sob wracking through your body when he didn’t slow down. His pace was the same, even, deep and rough, precum squirting against your cervix. You tried to catch your breath, the sensitivity of your hole and the cut on your cheek quickly shifting into pleasure. Your blood smeared onto his hips and your skin, marking the both of you.
Your ass clapped loudly against him, mixing with the sounds of your moans, his groans and the sloppy sounds of your pussy continuing to wet his length. His balls slapped against your clit, your back arching all over again, attempting to sink further into the pleasure.
Your brain felt foggy, hazy from the force of your first orgasm, you’d forgotten just who was fucking you. What he had done to your friends, what he still could do to you. Your heart leapt into your throat when his left forearm came around the front of your neck, right beneath your chin. Your neck rested in the crook of the elbow of his left arm, his left hand resting on his right bicep, and his right hand stabilizing your head with his palm on the top of your head.
Your eyes rolled when he applied pressure to your carotids on either side of your neck, hips bucking into you eagerly, bruising your cervix. You felt lightheaded all over again, anxiety spiking from the impending doom you felt of your consciousness slipping. Your body was relaxing, allowing him the ease of splitting your walls apart on his cock. Your moans and whimpers were quieted, his groans loud in your ear. Your body jolted, the impact of his hips on your ass no longer felt as consciousness slowly began to slip away.
It was before you could fully pass out, his grip loosening and the blood surging right back to your brain. All the pleasure crashed right back into you, the connection of your brain and limbs returning, your walls clamping on his length again as if remembering he was there. Your second orgasm was just as hard as the first, quick and mind numbing when he began to squeeze on your carotids a second time. You had hardly felt it at first but when he released you again you were trembling beneath him, dirt and squirt mixing together beneath your spread thighs.
He pressed his hips firmly against yours, hot jets of cum painting your walls and cervix. His right hand moved down to his base, guiding his length out of your sopping hole. He was dripping with your grool, a ring of cream around his base. His fist worked to pump his base, guiding his tip over the still bleeding cut of his initial, cum spraying atop it and mixing with your blood into a light pink mess. The burn was unbeknownst to you as he pressed his tip down against the mangled skin, pumping his hips against it a few times in satisfaction.
He breathed a sigh into your ear, releasing you and allowing you to fall down into the dirt, head swimming, body buzzing and trembling from the pleasure. His body above yours was gone as he withdrew to put away his knife and fix himself back into his pants. You could feel the pattering of the rain on your overheated skin again, washing away the sweat that had begun to build up.
You felt boneless when he stood, reaching down to pick you up and toss you over his shoulder with ease. The tatters of your clothes rested in his right fist, not wanting to leave evidence behind. You were unlike any of your friends, destined to a life with him, where no one else could lay their eyes on you.
I’m back! I took a break, for no real reason, but decided a little late that I would like to attempt Kinktober this year. Everything will be relatively short and straight to the point as much as I can manage it. Listed below are the prompts and with which OC.
🎮 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓹𝓱𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 🎮
Day 1: 👻𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒴𝒶 𝒢𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁?👻
Reader finds themselves buying and moving into a suspiciously cheap house. Little does she know is the Ghost she’ll be sharing her new space with. Tags: Ghost Sex, Paranormal, Invisible Sex
Day 9: ...
You come to your gentle boyfriend with the idea of trying something new sexually. Tags: Whiny Male, Begging Male
Day 17: ...
(Pup Morph x Bunny Reader): In a world of hybrids, you and your boyfriend manage to create a taboo relationship between predator and prey. Tags: Hybrids, size difference, bunny hybrid, dog hybrid, belly bulge, cervix fucking
🖤 𝓐𝓵𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓷 🖤
Day 2: 🔪𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 13𝓽𝓱💀
(Serial Killer Alex x Final Girl Reader): After running from a serial killer all night, you don’t think you can run anymore. With all your friends dead, all you can do is hide and pray for the best. Tags: Dub-con, final girl, survival horror, masked killer, crying, knifeplay, bloodplay
Day 10: ...
(Vampire Alex) In the night you have a mysterious fanged visitor. Tags: Vampire, Vampire bites, blood drinking, blood,somnophilia
Day 18: ...
A certain outfit you wore catches your boyfriend’s attention. Tags: Breeding, talk of impregnation
🐴 𝓚𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔀𝓼 🐴
Day 3: 🍑𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓖𝓸𝓽 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴🍑
You find that your boyfriend seems to have an obsession with your ass and what to explore how far he’d go. Tags: Anal sex, anal fingering, anal play, rimming
Day 11: ...
Caught in the moment, you two don’t even get the chance to remove your clothes before you’re moving in tandem. Tags: Clothed Sex, Dry Humping, Cumming in clothes
🎹 𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓼 🎹
Day 4: 💅𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓣𝓸𝓮𝓼💅
A very touchy boyfriend turns an innocent spa day into something more. Tags: Foot fetish, footjobs, foot massage, pedicure
Day 12: ...
Having your boyfriend spot you for your workout leaves you more sweaty than you started. Tags: Body worship, sweat, cunnilingus
Day 19: ...
Medical (Gyno Jas x New Patient Reader): After moving to a new city, you’re dreaded gynecology appointment finally came but you find yourself giving in to your doctor’s gentle and expert touches. Tags: Medical Kink, Medical Examination, Gynecologist
🌱 𝓢𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓪 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼 🌱
Day 5: ...
After your small town sacrifices you to your Goddess, it's revealed that she’s very gentle and very curious about you. Tags: Goddess, Vines, Tentacle Sex but with vines
Day 13: ...
Your girlfriend is always up to see how far she can push you with a gentle hand and a bit of cooing. Tags: Orgasm Control, Orgasm Edging, Praise Kink
🍒 𝓢𝓮𝓲𝓴𝓸 𝓡𝔂𝓸 🍒
Day 6: ...
Your Mommy loves to toy with you and see how obedient you’re willing to be just for her affection. Tags: Mommy Kink
Day 14: ...
Your girlfriend has the bright idea to record how many times she can get you to cum. Tags: Sex Tapes, Recording
Day 20: ...
When having a trip to the mall, your hands can’t help but drift when your girlfriend decides to try on a specific dress. Tags: Mirror Sex
💋 𝓥𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓑𝓪𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓻 💋
Day 7: ...
Your girlfriend purchases a brand new dildo and wants to break it (and you) in as soon as possible. Tags: Strap-on
Day 15: ...
In a bit of delirium posed by the lack of another person’s touch and stressors within your life, you foolishly sign up to meet with a femdom to be dominated by. Tags: Femdom, lingerie, strap-on, heels, impact play
🦇 𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓱 '𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓽' 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵 🦇
Day 8:
Midnight drive thru turns into empty parking lot sex. Tags: Car sex
Day 16: ...
You have a collection of sex toys you’ve been collecting and finally decide to reveal them to your curious girlfriend. Tags: Sex toys, dildos
Synopsis: Spending time with your gentle boyfriend takes a turn when you get the bright idea of teasing him, just to hear his cute whines.
Kinks: Belly bulge, cervix fucking, size difference, scientific words and dirty words to refer to certain body parts, reverse cowgirl, cockwarming, p in v, no condom, whiny male, creampie, thigh riding, begging male, pussy slapping
a/n: Second post! Tried for something shorter this time with less exposition and straight into the good stuff. Thank you for all the love on my first post, thinking of something Sapphic next post! Let me know if you prefer short or long form.
Word count: 3.4k
MDNI 18+
Your sweet boyfriend had a myriad of nerdy interests that he liked to indulge in, often bringing you along for dates. Truthfully, you liked the excitement on his face when he brought you to the aquarium or the museum, telling you all the facts he knew about the same exhibit he saw nearly every week like clockwork. His interests nearly fully encompassed anything having to do with science and biology, you could ask anything and he had an answer for it. It extended past just scientific venues, movie nights were filled with Star Wars marathons, Sci-Fi movies and the Jurassic Park series. It was only fair when half the time you watched things that piqued your interest. Perfectly balanced.
Though one thing you both enjoyed when neither of you wanted to watch an hours long series or a movie franchise was gaming. Any console, any time, whether you played locally or online. You two could spend hours playing late at night, the adrenaline of competition rushing through your veins. When not in a competitive mood you two would work together in a cozy game.
This time, you challenged your boyfriend to play a game from your childhood, one he’d never played before. You knew the game like the back of your hand having spent countless hours 100% the game over a summer break. Morpheus was relaxed, reclined against his gaming chair with you on his lap. The both of you faced the computer monitor, his arms caging you in as one hand was on the keyboard and the other on the mouse.
It was a game right up his alley and once the introductory cutscene started, he was focused. He had that cute furrow to his brow and his plump bottom lip caught between his teeth. You were watching his face more than you were watching him play but judging by the sounds coming from the speakers he was dying. The old age of the game showed just off of the difficulty alone, Morph could hardly make it past the opening sequence.
He had been mentioning wanting a challenge so you had happily given it to him and it proved to keep your boyfriend focused and quiet. You couldn’t help but stare as focus, and then eventual frustration encapsulated your boyfriend. He’d breathe a heavy sigh from his nose, or scrunch it up. Even his frustration looked cute on him. A part of you wanted to ease it for him, take his mind off of the brick wall he was repeatedly running into you. It was your fault he was struggling, and what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t help take care of it.
Morph had shifted in his seat restlessly again, his hips bucking up as he readjusted, allowing your small body to drag against his lap. The friction was perfect, excitement running through your veins as his bulge rubbed against the crotch of your shorts.
Morph was unaware as he usually could be, incredibly smart but mind numbingly unaware when it came to sexual or romantic advances. He didn’t do it on purpose, and you kind of liked how shy and bashful he could get when you requested a kiss from him. That of course didn’t mean that Morph didn’t act on his own desires, sometimes it was like he was a different person. Still with his meltingly gentle touches but having his lips against yours with a desperation and need.
Today he was his usual clueless self, humming softly when you ground your hips down against him a second time. Glancing at the monitor you could see that he had made it past the first fight sequence, the muscles in his arms flexing as he clicked keys and buttons. You relaxed against his firm chest, hips starting to pick up a rhythm on their own. The drag was slow as was the build of pleasure, his thick cock felt even through the material of the bottoms you both wore.
Although Morph wasn’t paying attention, his cock was beginning to stir within his sweats, thickening further beneath your ass. You angled your hips, a soft breath escaping you at the pressure of him against your hardening clit. Your hips stilled for a second, juices flowing from your hole freely at the gentle nudge. Your panties clung to your labia and you forced your hips to relax again to continue the maddening pace.
With your head tilted back on his shoulder you could see his expressions clearly, his brown eyes darting between enemies on the monitor. He was the perfect mix of pretty and handsome, those long lashes, his full lips and clear skin. The sight of him made your hips move faster, Morph’s eyes darting down to meet yours.
“Why are you squirming so much baby? Are you cold?” That gentle caring look was fixed on you, the game paused momentarily as he waited on your response. He was looking at you so sweetly while you were grinding on his lap and wetting your panties.
All you could do was shake your head, giving a small smile to hopefully give him some peace of mind. He looked over your features, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your cheek and down to your jaw.
His lips were warm, shocks of pleasure shooting down your spine. His gestures were sweet, contrasting how you were dripping onto his lap. Your eyes fluttered closed, breaths coming out deeper and your hips stuttering in its movement. Too soon was he pulling away, the familiar sounds of the game returning. A part of you regret telling him to try it out.
The lack of attention was enough to bring you back to the challenge at hand. Morph was finally advancing consistently, loosening up and recognizing the patterns of the game. You wanted to reward him, and yourself, for his unwavering focus. His lips were pressed together as he reached the mini boss.
You could feel the throbbing of his length beneath your ass, straining against his sweats and neglected from your ceased attention. Morph didn’t even seem to realize the predicament he was in, his fingers quickly clicking the keys of the keyboard when the fight started.
Reaching down you were careful, slow and methodical, as you slipped out of your shorts, finally kicking them off your ankles. Beneath your back Morph’s breathing was still calm and unaware. They fell beneath the desk in a heap, your ass grinding down against his bulge as you feigned finding a more comfortable position.
Excitement caused your clit to throb when you heard the hitch in his breaths, his eyes glancing down just for a second but not as long as you would have liked. You two were having two different competitions, you wanted to see just when your sweet boyfriend realized what you were doing.
Experimentally you ground your hips down against him again, feeling his length jump between you, his thigh tensing up beneath you. As discreetly as you could you began to lean forward, grinding your swollen clit down against the taut muscle of his thigh. You sighed softly, hands moving to hold his knee to support you in the new position and your feet coming up, one to rest in the chair at his outer thigh and the other carefully placed between his thighs.
“How’s it going?” You tried to keep your voice even as you started another painfully slow grind of your clit against him. You tried any assortment of movements that you could, forward and back, side to side and sinful circles that had your thighs clenching on his. You were looking at the screen but not necessarily watching, more focused on finding just the right movement of your hips.
“It was a little hard at first but after a couple deaths I figured out the patterns of the enemies. Takes a bit of dodging and parrying to get past the first onslaught of enemies.” Your hole squeezed down on nothing as your boyfriend explained himself. You loved everything about him, more than just his looks and his gentle heart, even the way he spoke turned you on. He sounded so sincere and spoke like he knew the inner workings of everything.
Circles were perfect, your head hanging forward as his thigh remained tense beneath you. He drove you crazy without even realizing it, his fingers not stopping their clicking on the keys as he spoke to you. “I knew you’d get it, you’re so good.” You moaned softly, your juices spilling onto the gusset of your panties. Morph had that cute smile on his face from the praise, dimples sitting high on his cheeks.
You didn’t know how long you could stand it, letting your hips shift backwards so his bulge pressed against your panties again. Surely this would catch his attention, the warmth of you pressing against him and stimulating him. You ground down against his tip, imagining the flush color it had taken from how long he’d been hard. You wanted so badly to soothe it, feel it jumping between your pink walls.
Morph’s own breathing had deepened as he drew nearer to the final boss that would flag the end of the tutorial section. His hips would jump at times, subtly to feel you against him more whenever your hips would lift from his lap. He swallowed thickly, feeling hot despite the air at full blast. Another glance down at you and his mouth grew dry at the sight. He thought it had to be an accident, the way you were wiggling against him to get comfortable had made him hard.
Now that he had seen what you were doing, it was all he could focus on, how warm you felt against him, the wet spot that was beginning to form on the cotton of his sweats. It caught his attention rather quickly that you weren’t moving by chance, you were grinding down against him on purpose. His fingers paused on the keyboard, his character going idle as he watched you closely, brows pinched as his focus quickly shifted elsewhere.
Your head turned when you heard a grunt come from Morph, his eyes on your ass rather than the monitor. He was begging with his eyes already, like a puppy with how big and brown they were.
“What happened to the game? Gave up?” Your hips didn’t stop as you questioned him, another breath coming from his throat. His fingers twitched from their position on the keyboard before he was moving them to gently grab onto your hips, wanting to guide you against him. “No no no, keep playing. Have to beat the boss…” You gave a little bounce on his tip, your cheeks rippling against your thighs and Morph letting out a soft groan that lit your nerves alight.
Morph listened, he was always such a good listener, his hands returning to the keys. He was hesitant before he fully committed to moving his character again, his eyes flitting eagerly between you and the monitor.
You stopped your hips again, letting him settle and return to gaming. It was only during the cutscene that you turned partially to help pull his sweats and boxers down his strong thighs. Your hand reached into the leg of his sweats to help guide his length out, thick and throbbing in your palm. He was warm, precum already beading at the tip.
Morph held his breath as you held him in your hand, the cut scene running without him taking in a word of it. He was eagerly waiting for what you’d do, hands twitching and wanting to hold you, guide you, touch you, anything.
Your hips were grinding down needily before you could guide his fat tip to press against your clit. It was like electricity, your thighs starting to tremble as you stroked him along your slit, nudging your clit periodically. You moaned softly, wetting his length with your juices as you guided him down to your hole.
Your attention was brought to the monitor when his character yelped in pain, the fight having started without Morph noticing. He was entranced by the sounds of your wet lips parting for his tip, the feeling of being dipped into your hole but not getting the relief of sinking in like he wanted.
“FiFi, you’re dying.” Morph’s finger pressed against the key, his character rolling out of the way of another attack, his eyes finally moving back to the game. His attention was split, and not very well as he was doing more dodging than he was attacking. Morph licked his lips, picking his hips up to help press deeper into your entrance.
You caught on quickly, pulling his tip away from your hole so he instead slid along your wet lips, precum squirting onto your clit from the sensation. “Focus on the game.” Morph shifted in his seat, trying to get his attention back on the game. He managed to get a few attacks in as you tapped his tip against you, thin strings of grool connecting the two of you.
The stimulation was minimal enough, he got his opponents health down ⅓ of the way without getting hit again. You took it upon yourself to up the stakes, pressing his tip down until he was pressed against your entrance again. You pushed your hips down, his tip popping in with a wet slurping sound. His tip was enough to make you feel full, walls clenching down desperately on what you’d been waiting for.
You could feel his tip twitching, pressing against your front wall. Morph whined from behind you, his nose nudging against your neck as he drew in closer to you. He wanted to be closer to you, not focused enough to move his character away from an attack. He was picking his hips up again in an attempt to get deeper, his tip heavy as it weighed against your walls, a bulge prominent as he shifted inside of you.
You moaned as his veins rubbed against the ridges of your walls, which turned into a giggle at his eagerness. You lifted up onto your knees to keep his tip at your entrance. Morph whined your name, his hands moving from the keyboard, his character dying on the screen as he grabbed for your waist.
“Don’t tease, please. Sit..” His voice came out whiny, his hands gripping your body but not pulling you down. He knew that it was your decision and not his but he was desperate for you, wanting to feel you deeper. It was torturous feeling how you clenched and massaged his tip, urging out more squirts of precum.
You loved when he spoke to you like that, desperate for you in a way that no one else had been. Slowly you allowed yourself to sink down, a gasp caught in his throat as you squeezed and clenched the whole way down. Grool dripped down his base towards his balls, his length easily filling out your walls.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He chanted, kissing over the skin of your shoulder as you seated yourself on his base, walls stretching to accommodate him. You never really got used to how big he was, how you could feel him pressing against your pulsing walls at any given time. How he made that bulge in your stomach that he couldn’t help but pet and stroke with perverted admiration.
Your hands returned to his thighs, allowing you to distribute your weight better, rising up towards his tip to sink back down to his base. His hands gripped your waist, fingers sinking into the skin as you bounced your weight onto his thighs. His groans were only broken up by his eager pants, warm precum spraying and painting your already dripping walls.
“So good…so perfect.” He moaned mindlessly into your ear, balls clenching when his tip kissed your cervix. You stopped for a moment, walls clenching repeatedly at the pressure, seated at his base and keeping his tip pinned against your cervix.
Morph’s hips were moving on their own, bouncing you lightly on his lap and not giving you the break you felt you needed. Your walls already felt sensitive from the few thrusts to your cervix and his overexcited thrusting didn’t help. The thrusts were short, just enough to slam his tip into your cervix before he was retreating and doing it again.
You hadn’t been in control long, his thrusting reducing you to nothing but moans and whimpers. His right hand trailed down between your thighs while his left grasped your left breast. You shuddered as if shocked, his finger quickly swiping at your clit.
“Too much.” Despite what your mouth was saying you were already lifting yourself up to continue the brutal pace on your cervix. You came down on his tip when he was bucking his hips towards you, your eyes rolling back at all the sensations at once. Your head tilted back to rest on his shoulder as you both listened to the lewd slurping of your walls around him, breathy moans and skin slapping together.
“Almost done, I promise. Just a little more…” His hips picked up speed and the hand on your breast moved as well as the hand on your clit, both wrestling your legs from the chair to in front of you with ease. He pressed your thighs against your chest, your balance being thrown off and your back resting against his chest. His hands pinned your body against him, pressing against the back of your knees as he thrusted into you from below.
You couldn’t move no matter how bad you wanted to, your pussy at his disposal, his balls slapping against your vulva loudly. He was moaning your name on repeat, like it was the only thing he could think of, his left hand moving to overtake both your knees while his right went back to flicking your sensitive nub.
“Baby.” You whined, hands grasping at his biceps desperately as he kept going, not a tremor or pause in his hips as he edged you both closer to release. “Doing so good for me.” Your voice caught in your throat when he pinched on your clit, lips hurriedly kissing over your neck. It was nothing like the quickened and needy pace he was fucking you with, causing your walls to contract almost painfully to keep him inside of you.
Morph knew you were close, judging by the way you whined and gripped onto him. Your pussy was dripping onto his lap, wetting his upper thighs, even moreso when he’d sink back against your cervix. Lightly he pat his hand against your clit until he progressively started to hit harder, wet smacks causing your thighs to jump against each other. “C’mon, give it to me.” He pressed his hips forward, hard against your cervix.
Your thighs trembled in his grip, your abs tightening as you finally came, your cum dribbling out around him messily. You sobbed softly from the intensity, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, trembles still wracking through you as he kept thrusting.
Feeling your walls tighten around him was enough for his thrusts to finally slow, his length twitching as he squirted cum against your walls. He groaned, the vibrations felt in your back from his chest, another few kisses being peppered along the length of your shoulder. He let your legs come down only when he was finished pumping you full, allowing your body to relax against his.
“Sorry, I didn’t get to finish.” You had forgotten about the game, so caught up in your boyfriend as you calmed down. You rested back against him, guiding his arms to wrap around your midsection in a warm embrace.
“S’okay…” You murmured, eyes fluttering closed as you enjoyed the moment. “I can sit right here while you finish…” His length had begun softening inside of you but at the idea of you staying on his lap while he gamed had it twitching back to life.
Morph leaned in to press a kiss to your temple, leaning over towards the bed to pull a blanket off to cover the both of you. “You’ll tell me if you get uncomfortable right?” He looked down at you, rolling the gaming chair closer toward the desk. He only started the game when you nodded. You finally got the chance to watch him cruise through the game with ease.
