Y/N looked up at the monstrous building in front of him. The building was a 3 story, brick mansion with multiple additions added to it. To his left, it looked like a gymnasium had been built into the side of the house. Above that, a metal walkway connected to what appeared to be a greenhouse. The front door was a heavy oak slab with an ornate X-shaped knocker at eye level. Y/N hesitated before raising his hand to knock, suddenly aware of how much his palms were sweating.
Y/N had been personally invited to this mansion in the back country of Westchester County, New York, but standing before its looming façade, he couldn’t help but feel like an intruder. He wiped his palms against his jeans before finally lifting the heavy X-shaped knocker, its cold metal pressing into his fingers as he let it drop once, twice. The sound echoed unnervingly loud in his ears.
There was no immediate answer.
He looked out in the front yard and saw three kids tossing a football around, one of them floating a few feet above the grass without a care in the world. Before he could decide whether to call out to them, the door creaked open. A man that was damn near 7 foot tall and built like a linebacker stood in the doorway, arms folded. He had dark, slicked-back hair; he wore a red jacket and a pair of jeans that looked like they'd split if he flexed wrong.
"May I help you," he asked, his thick Russian accent rolling the words into something closer to a challenge than a question.
Y/N swallowed hard, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that he was just a human in a place full of people who could probably bench-press trucks.
"Uhh…Yes, uh, I'm here," Y/N gulped hard, "to see Illyana. She invited me here."
The Russian behemoth's expression didn't change, but one eyebrow arched slightly higher. He crossed his arms and looked behind him at something only he could see. He looked back at Y/N, "What for? I've never seen you before."
Y/N felt like he was being sized up by a predator deciding whether he was worth eating. He looked to his left and noticed a blue-skinned creature peeking at him over the bushes, grinning with razor-sharp teeth before disappearing back into the hedges. He grew more and more terrified that tonight might be his last night alive. He tried to speak, but only a dry cough came out. Clearing his throat, he managed to stammer, "She's, my uh, girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?" The bear-sized Russian man repeated.
"Y-y-yeah. We met at-at a, uh, rally a few months ago," Y/N managed, his voice cracking like dry wood. "Is she here?"
The Russian smirked. He moved out of the way and gestured silently for Y/N to come on in.
Y/N swallowed again, the click in his throat embarrassingly loud, as he stepped past the giant into the foyer.
The inside of the mansion was both grand and chaotic, like a cathedral of children, teens, and adults with too much power and not enough supervision. A staircase spiraled up to the left, its banister scratched in places where claws had dug in. In the kitchen, a girl with red hair and a man with red glasses tried to hold a hold a child that looked to be 5 years of age; and trying to feed himself a bowl of cereal, but instead was turning the milk into bubbles and letting them float around the room. In the living room a man with an Asian girl with a yellow coat was performing small firework tricks for some of the younger mutants, while another girl with purple hair was reading a book upside down on the couch, her feet kicked up on the armrest.
Y/N felt just followed the Russian giant deeper inside the mansion. The Russian opened a door and walked him in. Inside the room were some chairs, a pool table, and a dart board. The Russian sat down on a chair that groaned under his weight, then gestured for Y/N to sit across from him. He did so cautiously, perching on the edge of his seat.
"You say you met at rally?" the Russian rumbled. "Illyana is not the type to go to rallies."
"We bumped into each other. I was at the rally and she was mostly passing through," Y/N explained, fingers tapping nervously against his knees.
The Russian man's gaze was unrelenting. He looked at Y/N like he was either about to attack or laugh, Y/N wasn't sure which would be worse.
"What was the rally for?"
Y/N nervously ran a hand through his hair. "Mutant rights," he admitted, glancing around the room as if expecting a surprise attack. "I was, well, I still am, one of the organizers for the New York chapter. We were protesting the latest bill brought up in Albany, the one that would let landlords discriminate against mutants in housing." He hesitated before adding, "We were marching across campus and I accidentally knocked her books out of her hands cause I wasn't looking."
"You are for mutants? Or is this a recent change?" the Russian asked, his fingers drumming a slow, deliberate rhythm on the armrest of his chair.
"I've always been for it since I could remember. Some of my best friends in elementary onto college have been mutants--in secret," Y/N said a bit more confidently, his shoulders loosening slightly as he spoke. "They trusted me with that, and I never broke it."
The Russian's expression remained unreadable.
"My mom--you may know her--(Mother's Name) Hawkins. She was a mutant rights lawyer," Y/N continued. "She worked with the guy that runs this place for a short time before my dad had to move us out west for his job." He swallowed, realizing how small that sounded.
"I know of her." The Russian said, not budging an inch. "She used to give Henry a hard time in court."
"Yeah, uh, Hank," Y/N said, scratching the back of his neck. "Mom used to say he was brilliant but too idealistic for his own good." The words tumbled out before he could stop them.
The Russian's lips twitched, almost imperceptibly. He leaned forward slightly, the chair creaking ominously beneath him. "And Illyana," he spoke, "what are your intentions with my sister?"
The question landed like a hammer blow, and Y/N felt his stomach drop. "S-s-s-sister?" Y/N stuttered, "sh-she's your sister?"
His mouth went dry as the realization hit him, this wasn't just some random mutant interrogating him. This was Piotr Rasputin. Colossus. One of the X-Men's heaviest hitters in every sense of the word. The man who could, and would, turn into solid steel and fold Y/N into a pretzel if he gave the wrong answer. He had seen on the news during the infamous "Inferno Event" footage of Piotr tearing through demonic hordes like tissue paper, his steel fists slick with otherworldly gore and not even breathing hard. He sat back in the seat, feeling like he was going to pass out.
"Yes," he nodded. "Has she not told you about her family?" Piotr's voice was low, deliberate.
"No, no she didn't. She said that she lived in a big house with a bunch of friends," Y/N confessed, realizing how ridiculous that sounded now. "She…she…oh God, I think I'm gonna be sick." The room spun slightly as he hunched forward, elbows on his knees.
Piotr watched him with a slight frown, the kind a doctor might give a patient who'd just confessed to ignoring obvious symptoms. "Breathe," he said. "She is still Illyana."
The words were meant to reassure, but they only made Y/N more aware of how little he actually knew about the woman he'd been dating for months. The girl who laughed at his broken pronunciation of Russian words. The girl who opened up to him in just a short time about her fears and dreams, but never mentioned she was related to literal superheroes. He took a shaky breath and sat up, rubbing his temples.
"I just, I had no idea. She never--"
Piotr reached over and patted Y/N on the shoulder, almost breaking his collarbone with the friendly gesture.
"In through the nose, out through the mouth," Piotr instructed, demonstrating with exaggerated breaths that made his broad chest expand like bellows. "Illyana is… private. Like a Russian nesting doll, many layers, but you must earn each one."
Y/N was about to reply to Piotr's metaphor when the door slammed open behind them. In the doorway stood Illyana herself, arms crossed, one hip cocked to the side. Her platinum hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, and she wore a faded Black Sabbath t-shirt that Y/N recognized as one he'd lost months ago.
"самый старший брат," Illyana drawled, her voice dripping annoyance. "What are you doing scaring my boyfriend?"
Her sharp blue eyes flicked from Piotr to Y/N. She instantly noticed how distressed he looked, his face pale except for two bright spots of color high on his cheeks. She walked over to Y/N's seat and placed a hand on the top of his head.
"Солнышко," she murmured, fingers threading through his hair, "He didn't break you, did he?" She asked as she leaned down, her lips brushing Y/N's temple in a gesture so casually intimate it made Piotr's eyebrow twitch slightly.
"I--You--He's…." Y/N took a breath, trying his hardest to center himself. "You didn't tell me your brother was Colossus," he finally managed, voice cracking halfway through the name.
Illyana blinked, then let out a short, sharp laugh. "Oh, please. Did you think I'd introduce you to him first?"
“Illyana.” You whine softly as your sleep is disturbed. Your bed shifts as she plops down beside you anyway, ignoring your grumbling. You spread your legs, the habit already worn into you after the countless nights Illyana has done this. Illyana hums but doesn’t move from her position beside you. Instead, she dips her hand between your legs and cups your cunt over your pants.
“I want to try something,” Illyana says softly. Those words never mean anything good for you. It means there’s some new kink she’s discovered that she wants to try. “You like me, right?” You hum and nod. Whatever she wants to do will happen; you’ve given up hope of fighting against her. “All of me?” She walks two fingers up your stomach, imitating a person walking.
“Mhm.” She’s not perfect, far from it, but you know what she likes to hear. And, somehow, you’ve found yourself becoming more and more attached to her. It’s wrong, you know, she’s manipulated you into it, but you can’t help the way you feel- can’t help the way you get wet every time you hear her sneak into your room at night.
“Come with me to Limbo.” Illyana jumps up suddenly and yanks you roughly from your bed.
“Wha-” You don’t even get the whole word out before she drags you through a stepping disk and lands you in her domain. She’s done some construction. There’s a magical dome surrounding a small area and a wide bed in the center. There are no blankets or pillows. It’s clearly not for sleeping. It’s just a mattress, a box spring, and a black bed sheet covering it. “Illyana.” You sigh. You’ve told her countless times you don’t like coming to Limbo for sex. Frankly, you don’t like coming to Limbo at all.
“We need to do it here,” Illyana says and tugs you forward. “I-” She pauses and licks her lips. “I want to fuck you.”
“Okay.” You sit back on the bed as she pushes you down.
“No.” She stands back. “Jean said…” Illyana sighs and drums her fingers against her side, a nervous habit. “I’m getting better at controlling my Darkchylde form, and I should practice. Practice controlling the power and rage.” You don’t like where this is going. “I’m going to fuck you like that.”
“No.” You say softly. It’s by far Illyana’s least favorite word to come out of your mouth. Her expression twists.
“I wasn’t really asking, baby. Lie back on the bed.” Illyana snaps. You do, you can’t help yourself, but you prop your head up to watch as she starts to transform. She shifts before your eyes, her body mutating into its demonic form.
A pair of red horns sprout from her forehead, the same color as the wide wings that sprout from her back and the tail that extends from the bottom of her spine. She grows taller, legs extending and shifting to look like a goat, making her look like a satyr. As she grows taller, her muscles get thicker, making her look stronger as well.
What really catches your attention is that as her pants fade away to her brown furry goat legs, it leaves her crotch bare. The fur starts at the tops of her hip bones and creates a V, the point ending below her balls. Your eyes widen as her cock morphs. It turns red, the same hue as her horns and wings, and lengthens and thickens. Her balls turn the same shade, fatter and heavier than before, no doubt full of copious amounts of demon seed.
Not only that, red ridges pop up in circles around her massive shaft, starting just below the circle of her tip. Behind each ridge is a row of what looks like flattened spikes. They seem to point backwards away from her tip, meaning if she were inside you and they went up, the spines would stab you from the inside.
She was above average before, always stretching you out, usually painfully, because she’s too impatient to wait. But now, “there’s no way that’s gonna fit.”
“Don’t be a baby.” You cringe; her voice is different, too. It’s deeper, gravelly, like it hurts her to speak. You look up at her face. It still looks like her, but different. Her eyes and cheeks are sunken in, making her look gaunt, almost like a corpse. Her mouth is wider. When she opens it, you see her teeth have shifted to have sharp points like a shark. “Clothes.”
“No.” This is too much; she’ll actually kill you this time. You try to scramble away, but a newly clawed fist wraps around your ankle and drags you back towards the edge. Her hand dwarfs your foot now, and it’s easy for her to overpower you. Her other hand spreads out over your chest, pinning you down.
Illyana ignores your struggles as she claws your pajama bottoms to shreds. You don’t wear underwear to sleep; you gave up wearing them after the 4th pair she ripped, and so as your pants fall away, you’re left bare. Two long claws brush against your cunt, and you shiver. Despite the fear crushing through you, when she pulls her fingers away, a trail of your arousal spreads between them.
“Whore.” She growls and wraps her hands around your thighs, forcing your legs apart. She forces your knees up as she maneuvers your ass to be flush with the edge of the bed. Getting you into position has worked her up- her cock has hardened between her legs and somehow seems to have grown even bigger. The tip is so dark red, it’s almost black. She lines up between your legs, slapping her cock against your stomach. Her tip reaches almost halfway up your chest.
You struggle as she pulls back, the countless number of her thick inches sliding over your abdomen. Illyana lines up her cock with your entrance. “No, please.” Your pleas go unanswered as she lines up with your cunt. She thrusts forward harshly, and you scream as she enters you. It’s too big, too thick, and only a couple of inches slide inside you before it stops, and the pain is unbearable.
“Fucking take it.” Illyana slaps your face, and your cunt gushes around her. She jerks her furry hips forward again. You sob and squirm as she rams more of her cock inside you.
“‘yana, too much.” You cry, but she ignores you. Illyana growls, wings extending out behind her as she buries her claws in the mattress and rams her hips forward. The head of her cock slams into your cervix, but she keeps going. You feel something happening, something breaking, and then the worst pain you’ve ever felt. You scream as her thick, ridged cock slides through your cervix and deeper inside you than it ever should have gone. The pain is unbearable, and your eyelids flutter briefly, a one-sided fight with consciousness that you quickly lose.
It’s pain that wakes you up again. Burning pain from between your legs makes you thrash as consciousness takes you again. Darkchylde grabs your wrists, pinning you to the mattress as she hammers her hips into you. She slams her hips into you mercilessly, forcing every painful inch of her massive cock inside you with every thrust. Your stomach bulges up obscenely as she buries her cock inside you.
“Perfect cock taking slut.” Illyana purrs and releases your wrists. You slap against her chest uselessly, attacks going unnoticed or ignored.
“It hurts so bad.” You sob, making fresh tear marks down your cheeks.
“Shut it.” Illyana snaps and slams her hips forward again. Your eyes roll back in your head as she wraps her hand around your throat. You haven’t become accustomed to her size in your sleep; it seems impossible to get accustomed to something this big, but the pain has faded slightly. It doesn't help me that Illyana has no mercy; in fact, it seems like she enjoys your pain. Every time you cry, her cock twitches inside you. Illyana normally only hurts you when she's too impatient or angry, but this is something else. She’s not herself, clearly, more sadistic, not holding back the darker parts of herself she usually does.
She’s shredded your shirt as well, and there’s a necklace, something new, around your neck. You look down at the golden amulet with a red jewel. Engraved on the jewel are two figures intertwined, one human, one clearly not.
“Demon amulet. It makes sure you won’t die from my cock.” She huffs as she notices your attention on the jewelry. How considerate of her. With the hand not wrapped around your throat, she presses against the bulge of her cock through your stomach. She moans at the feeling and massages her cock through your body. “Mmm, you’re the perfect cock sleeve.”
You squirm as she rubs your stomach hard enough that the skin starts turning red. The amulet around your neck glows softly, and you feel the pain fade further; warmth spreads from your core. It can’t be starting to feel good, but despite the thought, it does. She’s so deep, so thick, you don’t know how your cunt is ever gonna be the same again, but your arousal leaks around her anyway.
“Slut.” Illyana hisses but draws her hips back and slams forward again. You squeal, a pathetic sound you would be mortified to make in most circumstances, but you can’t think of anything but the massive cock slamming inside you. “Pathetic.” Illyana moans as your cunt clenches around her.
She ruts into you without care for you or the pitiful noises you make beneath her. You grab for her back, anything to ground yourself. Your hands find the spots where her wings jut from her back. Illyana moans as you pull the sensitive structures and slams her hips forward, heavy balls slapping your ass. She pulls back, resting just the fat head of her cock inside you.
You moan, high-pitched and embarrassing, but all you can focus on is getting her dick back in you. You jerk your hips up, needing more. “Feels good, huh?” Darkchyle grunts and rocks her hips into you, slow but hard, pushing her hips all the way forward till her cock is stuffed inside you again. Her cock is so deep, your body burns with pleasure. You hook your legs around her furry hips, moaning as you rock up against her.
“Yes.” You whimper. “Feels so good, Illyana.”
She grunts and takes that as her cue to start fucking you again. You can feel every ridge of her cock pulsing inside you as her cock throbs. The thought of her cumming inside you, of her filling with her demon seed, makes you ache. “Please.” You moan and tighten around her. She moans, and her wings shuffle, flapping behind her in excitement as she slams her hips forward, forcing the top of her cock through your cervix.
She starts to draw back, but stops. Or more accurately, something stops her. It takes a minute to process the pain, but it comes. You squirm as what must be the spines of her cock extend and hook her cock inside you. The sharp points stab into your inner walls, preventing her from pulling her cock back.
Her balls throbbing against your ass and a long moan is the only warning you get before her cum starts to spill inside you. It seems endless, rope after rope of thick, hot cum pouring directly into your womb. “Gonna make an excellent broodmare for my demonspawn.” Illyana huffs.
“Wh-What?” You whimper. The amulet has stopped glowing, and the pain starts flooding back. The spines of her cock poke painfully inside you, and the stretch of her cock starts feeling more intense than a few moments ago. “No.” She can’t be serious, she said before she couldn’t get you pregnant, it’s why she never wore condoms.
“Hush, not physically.” She grunts and rubs her hand over your stomach, swollen with her giant load of cum. “Demons aren’t born. Our baby will grow here, in Limbo, until it’s ready to leave its amniotic sac.”
“But…” You fumble, at a loss for words in confusion and pain. “We just-”
“Made it.” Illyana mumbles and taps your cum filled stomach with a long, clawed finger. “Demon baby maker.”
“You… what the fuck, Illyana?” You whine. Trying to sound angry proves difficult in this position. “What is wrong with you? Why did-” You’re cut off as she slaps your cheek.
“Enough pathetic whimpering.” Illyana growls and shifts. She tries to pull her hips back again, but her cock is still locked inside you. “You’ve never cared before.”
“Before…” You trail off, thinking of all the times Illyana has cum inside you. “We were making demon babies?”
“Yep. Every single time. I’m very virile.” Illyana grits her teeth, and you feel the sharp poke fade as the spines of her cock retract.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? You should have worn condoms.” You snap, but it comes out weak as she pulls out of you, a flood of thick cum mixed with your blood follows. You don’t feel like you can move; your cunt feels thoroughly wrecked.
“They’re not human babies; they don’t need anything. We’re just adding to Limbo’s population.” She mutters like it’s no big deal and examines the mess you’ve made on her monster cock. “I’ve never jerked off or anything in that form; the spines were a nice surprise.”
You would not call it nice at all, but you can only whine softly, unable to move your limp body from the mattress. Illyana grunts, as if your pain annoys her, and grabs both your hips. She drops down, kneeling on the side of the bed. You lift your head weakly, looking up at her. She licks her lips hungrily; her tongue is longer, thicker, and forked.
You know what’s coming, but still throw your head back when her tongue swipes over you. She pays special attention to your clit, using the fork of her tongue to toy with it. You writhe on the mattress, but she grabs your hips, sharp claws digging into your flesh to hold you still. Illyana’s long tongue dips inside your sore cunt. She ignores the way you squirm as she slips her long tongue as deep inside you as it’ll go.
Your chest grows warm as the amulet glows again, and your hips arch off the mattress instinctively. Illyana growls into your cunt, but swirls her tongue around inside you. She relishes the taste of both of your juices flooding her tongue. She eagerly drags the mixture out, slurping obscenely at the salty taste of her cum mixed with the metallic tang of your blood.
You grab for her hair, but grab a horn instead, pulling her closer. Your stomach tightens, and you hump her face, forcing her tongue to shiver inside you. The amulet on your chest grows hotter, almost painfully so, but you're too focused on Illyana’s demon tongue to think about anything else.
She's eaten you out before, gotten better at it after practice, but this is something else. Her tongue feels almost like a cock inside you, nothing compared to the cock hanging between her legs now, but an average, normal, human-sized one. It soothes the pain inflicted by her before, while also pressing against your most sensitive areas.
Your toes curl as she pulls some of her long tongue out, just enough so she can press the end against your clit. Her claws dig into your hips as she guides you to grind against it, forcing your clit to rub up and down the flat part of her tongue as the rest of it quivers inside you. It's too much to bear, you claw feverishly at her head, grabbing both horns as you cum. You jerk your hips against her face, cumming as she eagerly lets your arousal flood her tongue.
For the first time, you're glad she brought you to Limbo- thankfully, there's no one here to hear your pathetic moans as she makes you cum. She keeps guiding your hips as you grow weaker, riding out your orgasm until you're trembling from the continued stimulation. You try to push her head away with the horns, but she doesn’t stop. She wiggles her tongue, collecting as much of your taste as she can.
It’s too much, you writhe, body spasming as you cum again in quick succession. Illyana hums as your legs tighten around her head. Her claws dig into your hips as you try to wiggle away. She holds you firm, forcing you to take the overstimulation as she keeps feasting on you. “Please.” You sob and thrash, trying to push her mouth away as waves of pleasure and pain crash over you. She growls as your knee knocks into her cheek.
She takes her time pulling away, swirling her tongue around inside you as she retracts it into her mouth. “Delicious.” Illyana purrs and licks over her sharp teeth like a hungry predator. “And you’re all mine.” She bares her teeth and grazes them over the inside of your thigh. You shiver as her teeth tease your sensitive skin.
“Say it.” She growls. You can’t even process her words; your brain is overloaded from her cock and tongue. When you don’t answer her within five seconds, she sinks her teeth into your inner thigh. Fresh pain sears through you as her pointed teeth sink into your flesh. She releases you and lashes her tongue out, soothing the fresh bite mark. It’s not too terribly deep, but trickles of blood still flow from the wound and laps eagerly at it. “Say it.” She mumbles against your skin.
“Yours. I’m yours.” You whimper, fists balling the sheets beneath you.
“Let's make it more official.” She grunts and shoves herself up. When she stands, she has a metal pole in her hand. She must have had it stashed under the bed. Illyana twirls it, rotating it in her grip so you can see the other side.
“No.” You whisper softly when you see the carved shape of the metal at the other end. It’s her initials, I.R., in a sharp blocky font. Her claws wrap around the carved end, and it starts to glow red-hot in her grip. “No.” She wants to brand you, and clearly has for some time, if she’s had this made and stashed here waiting for the opportunity.
“Where do you want it? Ass would be best, I think. Unless you want it somewhere more visible.” She holds the brand in one hand and grabs your ankle with the other, predicting your attempt to escape.
“No.” You kick, somehow getting her grip loose enough to squirm free. You try to climb on your knees, but they buckle underneath you. Your legs are weak, unable to support your weight after Illyana’s torment.
“Where are you going?” Illyana bares her teeth and presses her shin against your thighs. She pins your legs to the bed with her strength and presses her hand against your back, pinning you face down on the mattress. “Hold still. If you mess this up, I’ll cut it off and do it again.” You’re helpless, pinned down with your ass exposed for her. With her current lack of restraint, you don’t doubt she’d make good on her promise, so you hold as still as you can.
You can’t help but tense in apprehension. You scream the second the hot metal touches your skin, searing her mark on you permanently on your ass cheek. She takes the heat away a couple of seconds later, but the burning lingers; if anything, it gets worse as time passes. “Fuck.” Illyana groans, “That’s so perfect, nobody else would dare touch you now.”
You hadn’t realized that was a concern of hers; if you had, you would have made sure to reassure her and avoid this. But now you’re stuck with her burning mark forever. You twist your head, looking at the mark branded on your flesh. It’s bright red and raised, a painful burn on your skin.
“Beautiful.” Illyana growls. You whine softly as she runs her claws over the fresh mark.
“Illyana.” The amulet glows bright on your chest, and a surge of arousal floods through you. It’s a total surprise to you, but you ache for her to fuck you again. You roll onto your back, trying to ignore the way your ass burns when your fresh brand presses against the smooth sheet underneath you.
Apparently, branding you really did it for her- her massive cock is rock hard again. “Want my cock again, whore?” You nod weakly as she growls at you. She sits heavily on the edge of the bed and lies back, folding her wings neatly underneath her. “Come ride it then.”
“Illyanaaa.” You whine. This is really unfair. Your legs barely work at this point.
“Get to it, cow.” She snaps, impatience spiking. You bite your lip at her choice of words and somehow manage to get on your hands and knees. You half crawl, half drag your lower half over to her and throw one leg over her hips. You straddle her, setting your dripping cunt atop her thick shaft. “Don’t sit down. Get up and take my fucking cock.”
She grabs your hips and lifts you up. Her cock sticks straight up, and she maneuvers you until your entrance is lined up. Illyana gives no warning before releasing your legs. You scream as you fall down onto her cock, forcibly impaled on her entire thick length. Your stomach bulges as her cock fills you brutally.
Illyana moans and grabs your hips again. She holds you in the air and starts moving her hips, not so much having you ride her as she is just fucking up into you. It’s slightly better for you, seeing as you don’t think you’re in a condition to actually ride her, but it still aches when she slams her cock all the way up into you. Her hooves are planted firmly against the ground for leverage.
She grunts and groans as she slams her cock into you. Her furry thighs are slamming against yours with every thrust. The amulet warms your skin, dulling the pain and spiking your pleasure. “Bet no other slut could take a cock this big.” She growls. “You’re just made for it, huh.”
You moan softly at her words. “Made for taking my cock and babies.” You grimace as she reminds you of your demon spawn babies, but can’t deny the gush of arousal that floods her cock.
“Yes.” You moan as she slams her hips up into you. “I want your babies.”
“You’re gonna get ‘em.” She moans as her cock throbs inside you. “Gonna take my seed and be my little breeding slut.”
“Please.” You whimper.
Illyana bares her teeth as she cums. Her cock pulses as she spills inside you for the second time. Her cum seems no less potent, the thick fluid filling you up till you’re swollen full of her load. You cum as her warmth spreads inside you, cunt spasming around her throbbing length. “You’re practically milking me.” Illyana groans as your cunt massages her length, draining every drop of cum from her balls.
You freeze as her spines stab into you again. The amulet can’t dull the sharp pain, and you collapse against her. Illyana grunts and groans as she weakly humps up into you a few more times before relaxing back against the mattress.
She leaves her cock stuck inside you as she moves back onto the mattress. She wraps her arms and wings around you, cocooning you against her as you struggle to stay conscious. “Sleep.” Her growl sounds almost like a purr, and the rumble of it in her chest lulls you further to sleep. “I’ll give you a healing potion when you wake up so that cunt is nice and tight for me next time.” How sweet. You shut your eyes, tucking your head into her chest as you fall asleep, her cock still stuck inside you.
despite the way your relationship started, Illyana can be very sweet in her own way
she likes to leave you little gifts, often after nights where she was particularly rough on you (to show she cares- it's also a good manipulation tactic)
takes a long time to make your 'relationship' public and only did so after someone else tried to flirt with you
usually cums quick but recharges fast and goes for multiple rounds
one time you teased her about cumming fast and she went right out and bought a flogger to use on you
took great interest in training your throat so that meant you spent a lot of hours with her cock buried in your throat
head pusher. can not let you set the pace no matter how hard she tries to let you suck her off, she just has to grab your head and fuck your face
has fucked you with the handle of her sword
SOMNOPHILIAC- loves to sneak into your room at night and start fucking you before you're awake, eventually had you move into her room so now all she has to do is roll over and slip her cock inside you
very frequent user of the sentence 'roll on your side' in the early morning because it's the easiest position to fuck you back to sleep in
her feelings for you quickly turn from lust to 'love' which means she gets very controlling and possessive
controls what you wear, usually tries to put you in something of hers to help solidify her claim on you
scent kink, loves to smell you and have you smell her (no she doesn't care how you feel about it)
licks your tears when you cry during sex
told you to start stretching your ass for her one day and fucked your ass anyways when you didn't listen, she was gracious enough to use lube but you were still sore for almost a full week
soft physical touch was not her strong suit but she slowly got more comfortable holding you after sex or cuddling with you at night (it also makes it easier for her to fuck you in the night)
loves to cum inside you no matter which hold she's fucking, huge breeding kink and likes to watch you swallow
tries all kinds of different kinks with you just to see if she likes them
so far her favorites have been bondage, all kinds of impact play, humiliating you, and temperature play
often sticks ice cubes inside you and fucks you while they melt
likes to mark you, whether it's leaving her handprints on your ass and thighs, hickeys, or bitemarks she just likes knowing you have reminders of her on your body
her accent gets thicker when she's upset and during sex, sometimes she switches to complete russian while you're having sex
you did eventually learn a few phrases in russian: 'нагнуться = bend over', 'глотать = swallow', 'возьми это = take it', 'Опустись на колени = get on your knees', 'выгните спину = arch your back'
gets you outfits so you can dress up for her, including a maid's outfit and lots of lingerie, it does not matter if you like wearing it, she adores the way you look so you will wear it when she wants
manages to get you assigned to every mission she's on so she can watch over you
will sit between your legs and eat you out for hours, long past you start begging her to stop
you eventually become complacent with her and stopped fighting her as much but occasionally will fight back which only makes her want to fuck you more
wrestling and sparring with you is a huge turn on
as she starts gaining control of her darkchylde form she starts thinking about fucking you in it, she hasn't done it yet but the thought is stuck in her brain so it won't be long
I huffed and fell on the couch of the common room "Something wrong Y/n?" Danielle asked from the floor, next to Rahne as she always is "I am so annoyed right now." I spit out as I flipped around on the couch to be sitting.
"Why?" Rahne questioned, I leaned forwards and thought for a second about what just happened "Its so small, i don't even know why! I'm annoyed. I mean it happens every-"I was cut short from my rambling by Danielle "What happened?" she asked with a small smile.
A few hours before
Y/n walked around outside for a while before coming back in for a while. It was starting to become fall after a very hot summer "Reyes!" Y/n yelled as the door opened and they walked in. The sound of whistling echoed down the halls as y/n walked down them. it made the place 10x scary, but the group knew it y/n everytime.
Mostly because if you scare them when they are zoned out, which is most of the time. You will be energy blasted into the wall.
"Hey Screamer." Illyana said as she walked behind y/n. y/n jumped and turned around "What the fuck dude, Not fucking funny." an they pushed Illyana shoulder and continued walking, Illyana skipped behind them.
"Your mutation is kinda stupid, you know that." she taunted y/n from behind. Y/n took a deep breath and continued walking "Come on, talk to me. Banshee." y/n stopped walking and turned around "You know what? So is yours." they said with a smile.
Illyana laughed "I'm the most powerful mutant here, all you do is scream and blast things into walls. What is so special about that?" y/n rolled their eyes and turned around to start walking again, not really wanting to fight today "Your not the strongest, and you know that. All you have is a sword and a puppet. Ok barbie." they said with a smile that Illyana couldn't see.
"Now, politely." y/n stopped walking and turned around to face the blond behind them "Fuck off." Illyana huffed and crossed her arms, watching y/n turn down the hall.
present time
y/n pov
I finished telling Danielle and Rahne about what happened. I wouldn't call them close friends of mine, but we're friends "Wait I'm so confused, what is going on?" Roberto asked as he sat down on the couch "Oh my fucking god." i rubbed my forehead "Fucking blonde doesn't know when to shut the fuck up. I swear I'm about to scream and make her head fucking explode in the courtyard." I expressed my annoyance to the group, roberto laughed "VIolent, huh?" I faced him and glared.
"You would be violent too if shes been teasing you since you first go here. I can't stand the bitch." I took a deep breath and ran my hands down my face. Danis smile dropped as she looked behind me "What ups bitch?" I said from behind "How'd you know? you got super hearing or something." she walked behind me and put her hands on my shoulder. I grabbed her wrist hard "Take your hands off of me, Illyana." I stated keeping calm, she leaned down to my ear and whispered "Or what? what are you gonna do? scream to mommy to come get you. oh wait, shes dead."
3rd person
That was the final straw. Y/n jumped up from the couch and turned to face Illyana. The couch was the only thing in between them. Rahne and Dani watched from the floor as Roberto go up from the couch to stand behind the table with the other 2.
"What did you just say?" Y/n Said in a low voice, Illyana smirked "Your mom is dead." She replied. The two looked at each other in the eyes, Dani perked up from the back "Hey guys. Lets not fight okay? it doesn't-"Dani was cut off by Illyana "Shut up."she yelled.
"You wanna fucking go? Ill go now, and I won't hesitate to not blow your brains." Y/n Yelled at the girl in front of her. The room knew they were lying at what they had said. They didn't take jokes about family lightly.
"You wanna go? then come on, your not scared are you?" Illyana said in a taunting high pitch voice. Illyanas eyes turned bright blue and her arm started to transform. y/n walked around the couch, Illyana stepped back towards the other side of the room, making space in between the two mutants.
"Oh wait you guys are gonna fight here? and now?" Roberto asked from the corner of the room, Illyana turned to him "What does it look like? A Tea party?" Illyana sassed back.
As Illyana had her back turned Y/n sent an energy blast toward her. Illyana shot back into the wall. Illyana gasped as her back hit the concrete wall "I'll do it again. Wanna see?" Illyana tried to stand but was blasted again onto the floor against the wall. Dani and Rahne had moved to the over side of the room as to try and not get hit. Roberto had done the same.
Y/n chuckled and looked at Illyana, as she got to her feet. Illyana fixed her grip around the handle and took a deep breath before charging at the person across from her. Illyana almost hit y/n before a scream echoed around the room "Y/n!" Danielle screamed as her, Rahne, and Roberto covered their ears. Illyana fell to the floor cupping her hands over her ears.
"Y/n!" was heard as a field went up in the room, containing the screaming person. Y/n stopped screaming and took a deep breath. They looked down at the floor, and Reyes looked around " Are you guys okay?" she asked, Roberto looked up and so did Danielle"What the hell." danielle whispered, she had never seen Y/n's mutation in action before.
"What is going on?" Reyes said loudly and helped Illyana up "They threatened to kill me!" Illyana pointed at Y/n. Reyes took the shield down and looked at them "Im disappointed in you, Y/n. We had come very far, and you almosted messed yourself up like that." y/n played with their hands and reyes escorted them out to confinement.
"where are they going" Danielle asked the room, Rahne looked up " To confinement. But not the one we know. You know those padded rooms you see on horror TV shows?" Rahne asked Dani, she nodded "Y/n is going there. I don't think it's the best as all they do is scream while they are in there but Reyes superiors believe its fine." Illyana picked up Lockheed and put him in her back pocket, he had fallen out when she had hit the well the first time.
"The room is 'soundproof’ you know? you can still hear them scream if you go close to the room." Roberto said as he exited the room, Rahne nodded "The room is in the other buildings. To make sure everyone is safe."
"They deserve it." Illyana stated, Dani looked towards her "What is your problem with them?!" Dani yelled in a stern voice, Illyana scoffed and turned around "They remind me of the men." and with that,Illyana walked out.
The group sat on the floor on yoga mats, Dr.Reyes was doing a meditation season.
"In.... out." Dr.Reyes repeated over and over again, most of the group paying attention and taking advantage of the quiet. Illyana wasn't participating, Roberto kept on opening his eyes up to look at the room, Rahne, Dani, Sam, and Y/n were taking it seriously. After a while, the session was over and the group was dismissed to go to their chores or whatever they want.
Y/n and Sam walked out of the room, they have been best friends since she came to the facility. They had similar childhoods when growing up, just for y/n, she doesn't have seven siblings.
"That season was stupid." Y/n yawned out, sam rolled his eyes "If you had paid more attention to the session then daydream'in Illyana maybe you would've enjoyed it." Sam joked, Y/n elbowed his side "Shut the fuck up country boy." Y/n defend "And I wasn't 'Daydreaming' about Illyana... not this time." y/n said in a hushed tone, sam laughed and ruffed her hair "I bet. Anyways I'm going out, Roberto thinks it's fair to play basketball with me." Y/n laughed and fixed her hair "Haha, your gonna lose. Good luck though, see ya." Y/n waved and walked away from sam and sam did the same.
Y/n walked to the lounge knowing the chances of Dani and Rahne being in there was high. Y/n turned down the hall and through the open doors, Dani and Rahne watching Tv. Illyana on the floor probably coloring. Y/n jumped over the couch and sat down "Hey!" She said with a smile "Hey, how are you?" Rahne asked, "I'm fine, you guys?" Y/n asked the girls.
Dani looked away from the Tv "Good. What happened to your hair?" Dani laughed, y/n rolled her eyes jokingly "Sam. Always, had to ruin a good a hair day." Rahen and Dani laughed. y/n looked down at the floor, Illyana hadn't said a word or looked up at.
Y/n shifted in her spot to get comfy "What you guys watching?" she asked with a raised brow "Something that was on Tv." Dani replied, y/n nodded and sat in silence for a while.
Illyanans POV
I sat on the floor, on the right side of the Tv. Danielle and Rahne sat on the couch together. I was drawing with the crayons that were kept in the lounge, we cant stab ourselves with them. I was just drawing random stuff when I heard someone walking down the hallways "Hey!" Y/n said as she jumped onto the couch. I didn't look up, Danielle and Rahne talked with her for a while as they watched the movie.
I don't hate y/n... but I also don't like her, even though I have no reason to not like her. She's just... too nice, not to just me but everyone.
I was lost in thought I didn't even hear Danielle and Rahne trying to get my attention "yana... Illyana!" I heard y/n yell as I came back "What!?" I snapped at her. She threw her hands up quickly "Don't gotta go blue eyes on me, geese. We were trying to tell you, we have to go to the cafe." y/n defended as she stood up and walked to the door, I stayed still on the ground as Danielle and Rahne walked out.
"Do you have a problem with me.?" Y/n blurted out, which took me by surprise. I didn't answer as I picked up the crayons and put them in their box. "Illyana." Y/n said this time sternly."
I looked up "What?" I questioned pretending to not hear the question, Y/n walked to the back of the couch "I asked ' Do you have a problem with me'?" Y/n repeated and I stood up "No." I answered and went to walk past her but she stood in front of me.
"No? Then why do you ignore me? Why do avoid me?" she questioned as I tried to walk past her, but she walked in front of me again "I don't know why! okay." I snapped back, y/n chuckled slightly while looking at the ground.
"I don't think you know how to feel... anything." y.n said as she looked into my eyes, and then she left "I know how to feel... Just not about you," I said in a hushed tone trying to not break.
