Tw: NSFW MDNI, yandere pizza deliverymen x bimbo reader! Dubcon, sexual transactions, food tampering, obsessive/posseive tendencies, cum eating, handjobs,
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yandere! Pizza deliverymen who fight over the rotations in who’d get to deliver to their favorite regular customer, and receive a special tip in return.
You always had a craving for pizza so you got to know most of the delivery staff for YanSlicers. They only accept cash for payment at the door, to which you forgot about half the time.
So you’d always be so embarrassed going up to the door with insufficient funds. As you had difficulty handling cash and figuring out the percentage of tips and whatnot.
Bottomline is you sucked at math, even the basics. So the nice deliverymen would always offer you an alternative.
One day, you didn’t have enough and the youngest pizza delivery man showed up leaning at your frame door panting out of breath.
Oma had won the ticket lottery to come to your address. And despite being pulled into a minor scuffle by his sore loser colleagues. Which left him looking like he came outta a car wreck.
He just boyishly grinned at you as if he wasn’t wearing a torn uniform, a head wrap bandage, and a dozen hello kitty bandaids slapped across his face.
“Oh I can already tell! You must not have enough this time either huh cutie pie?” Oma sounded so elated that you couldn’t even pay him. As if he didn’t work to get paid to begin with, and only does it to see you.
His sweaty hands were already fumbling with the buckles on his pants. Knowing the drill you got on your knees looking bashful as but determined to get that box of hot pizza.
“Aweee you look so damn adorable when you get on your knees for me~ we trained you up real good.” He gushed, with a heavy flush on his cheeks. Eyes blown wide staring down your cleavage. “C-can you do me a favor and take out a slice for me?”
Oma was the most tame, when it came to alternative payments. Or was mainly scared that if he fucked you like the others, he’d make a fool outta himself.
Since he knew the moment, he’d attempt to penetrate inside that juicy cunt of yours. He’d seen from pictures and videos his colleagues sent in the group chat that he’d bust a fat nut instantly.
You opened the box he handed to you, smelling the lovely aroma of melted cheese, fresh toppings, and toasted bread. Making you salivate before you held the slice up for him to aim at with the tip of his cock.
“Now lend me your other hand, uh huh that’s it keep pumping me just like that and squeeze it real tight.” He was always so vocal about what he wanted from you to make him feel good. And he relished in how obedient you were.
His length was warm, and slimy twitching in your hand. He helped in guided you to fap it faster and squeeze tighter around his thick girth.
Damn his knees were already starting to buckle, which was understandable as he’s been erect. Pathetically palming at himself the whole car ride to your place.
His tongue lolled out as his hips stuttered into your enclosed fist. Small dollops of precum dripped onto the pizza slice. “You’re doing amazing honey, just one more favor, tell me I’m your favorite. That you love it when I’m the one knocking at your door. Please?”
Oma always was a stickler for being praised and wanted by you, as your favorite deliveryman.
He wanted to rub it in his colleagues face, tell them that their adorable regular adored him the most.
While he may get ganged up on and possibly get stomped on by his jealous coworkers. Nothing would ever break his inflated ego which came from your cute voice telling him he’s the best.
You really did enjoy how needy he was and continued on praising him with a sweet smile on your face. He was just so charming when he was an sniveling overstimulated mess.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck I’m cumming sweetness, this love sauce is just for you! T-take it all for me!” He whined, head tossed back using your hand to jerk off his shaft furiously, till his mushroom tip spurted ropes of his hot jizz all over your face and the pizza slice.
You continued to stroke him, even when his hand left yours. Making sure to coax all of his extra love sauce onto your slice. Making him curl his toes and squirm while biting his lip.
“Haa, thank you. I— shit I need to take a picture.” Gods, you drove him wild he got so flustered looking at you. That He nearly dropped the phone he was fishing out of his pockets.
“O-okay uh smile for the camera baby, need a clear shot so I can mount this moment on my wall—I mean mark it for a delivery well received!” You merely gazed up at him, making him groan from how slutty you looked with his baby batter, sticking to your cheeks.
Fuck his dick was rearing up for more again, and really it didn’t help when you bit into the cum covered slice giving a peace sign.
He didn’t have much time left, before the others would rally up and complain about him going over the time limit of delivery.
Oma shakily exhaled, clumsily angling his phone to take a momento of this transaction.
It was a procedure they said that was required of them to do, to make sure you get more points for your VIP membership.
Funny thing is they never had a rewards membership program to begin with being a new franchise. They just needed an excuse to spread their photos of you in the group chat. And gloat about who left you marked up as theirs the most.
part two of monster fucker march: demon jester m!oc x f!reader;
for as long as you had lived, the king never allowed you to venture into the dungeon. then, when you were old enough to handle whatever truth there was, you decided to find out what was so bad • themes: yandere oc so he’s written in that kinda way, plot before the main course, he has good intentions but he’s a demon so he comes off as manipulative, kissing, smut, dubcon before the memory hits — w.c: 3.6k • on ao3
For as long as you could remember, your father, the King, had always spoken of the world as though it had belonged to you; everywhere from the highest tower to the faintest trickle of a river, everything indeed, except for the dungeon right below the castle.
It was a firm decision that was made early on, and he refused to ever answer anything more about it. Whenever you would bring up the topic later on in life, his voice changed into something colder, simply telling you that:
“There is nothing for you in there,” and then, that would be the end of it, until—
You grew up.
Given how your childhood had to unfold, you learned early on that silence was safer than defying him and everyone else in the castle head-on. You could learn a whole lot more just by listening rather than challenging those set in their stubborn ways, and so, while others your age demanded to know why, why, why something was the way it seemed, you digested any procured knowledge in silence. You became good at reading faces, body language and intentions.
Courtiers grew fond of calling you shy, and servants spoke of you as a gentle and withdrawn, if not shy, girl. You were easily favoured by the castle as kind-mannered and obedient, even if, deeper down, you did not feel that way. Just about everyone mistook your demeanour as weakness, someone to marry off eventually, because goodness, you were favourable.
Even if all the while, those very same people who watched you grow up and claimed to “know” you, never quite realised that this was intentional from the moment you could not shake off the curiosity of what was down there.
You picked up easily over time, how the guards would shift posts and when and where, and who would replace them on the next assigned shift. You paid extra attention to which corridors were avoided after sunset and which rooms the castle did not care for. Or how, sometimes specifically, the stairwell behind the tapestry was always watched by someone at least, making it the less than favourable route to take.
It was later, more recently, from one of your knights that you heard in passing, who finally shed some further light on the truth of what was right below.
“Just don’t see the point anymore,” your most trusted sword yawned out.
His partner shifted in his armour. “Of what?”
“Of guarding that place,” he followed up. “She’s probably forgotten all about it by now, anyway, so the old man’s just being needlessly paranoid, isn’t he? Besides, prisoners don’t go there anymore, since it’s straight to the yard with ‘em and it’s just empty space.”
You took in the news quietly, trying to make sense of it. If it were empty, then why was there such a big deal being made out of its secrecy? You could not fathom the logic behind the reason, and then, just a couple of weeks later, an opportunity to investigate the space opened up:
A banquet was to be hosted at the castle, which meant that a distraction could be formed. You hated those things even if you pretended you didn’t. Mostly, you just disliked exercising the idea that being confined to this place was anything less than thrilling. You hated talking to others your age who visited, also bearing the crown to where they had travelled from. You ended up not liking a single suitor who was picked out for you, which led you to the reputation that not only were you meek and reserved, but that you were difficult, too.
You’d show enough interest to stop the court from pestering you, sparing yourself the lectures from your father, only for anything beyond to fall flat from the exact moment they might attempt to woo you.
For others, however, it made you highly desirable, leaving you in a complex position.
You were expected to attend this party, too, and your father had even brought up—hope strong in his voice—that you’d perhaps, finally, at your grown age, find someone you liked. This was not on the agenda, though. Early on, you claimed that the noise made you nauseous, and you feigned feeling faint, which allowed you the reason to break away early on.
It was easy enough to avoid your knights, and especially all of the guards scattered around the castle. For the most part, they were all distracted. Your most trusted sword was stationed at the foot of the stairs leading to the banquet hall, ensuring that nobody could follow you, while the second in command was busy stuffing his face.
You, all the while, managed to finally slip past and into the dungeon tower, gulping thickly as you were granted the descent down the winding stairs. You ended up hating the way it spiralled, and so, even if you didn’t truly feel sick just before, you certainly did now.
When you finally managed to reach the bottom of what felt like a passage that spiralled on forever, you finally came to a stop. Cells bearing iron bars filled out the perimeter, but the cuffs and chains that sprouted from the cobbled walls were long rusted with disuse. Each cell was empty, and every gate was open. There was, just as the king had spoken, nothing there.
You turned on your heel to leave, feeling almost… disappointed?
Only then, to have heard the undeniable shifting of fabric—of a breath shuddering out—of a foot scuffing on the stone floor.
You turned around right away, expecting it to be your mind to have been playing tricks on you, only to be met with a life-size puppet now occupying one of the cells, staring right at you. Strange, you thought, you did not hear the door close, let alone the lock settle, but sure enough, it was there. Rich, yet dull fabric clung to their frame, displaying once vibrant colours that were now worn out from time. A ruffled collar sat around their neck, and small bells hung from their hat, ankles and wrists.
This was just… a puppet, right?
You stepped a little closer, taking in the painted smile that was drawn across its face and the dark crescents that marked its eyes, giving it an almost mocking exterior.
Then, their head tilted, causing you to gasp and take a step back.
“Finally,” it spoke, its tone kind and almost loving. “Finally, you have come back to me.”
You didn’t reply as it talked, backing away until you hit the cold stone wall.
“I have been waiting so long for you,” it added anyway. “So patiently. So faithfully.”
You blinked.
“Had the curiosity become too hard to ignore?” it asked, sounding almost amused.
Finally, you managed to say something.
“W-what…” you started, but then cleared your throat. “Who are you?”
The puppet shrugged casually.
“Someone you know, silly,” they replied as if it were obvious. “Don’t you remember me?”
You shook your head in response.
Their smile faltered, somehow, as if it had been erased.
“Then, my, oh my, it has been a long, long, long time,” it said wistfully.
Your head tilted. “What has?”
“Oh! Everything,” they replied, their smile creeping back onto their face. “For you see, once upon a time, long, long ago, I was the court’s jester, lonely and true, and goodness, I was in love with a girl that as fate had it, I could never pursue.”
It folded its hands behind its back, beginning to pace the cell, although its footsteps were quiet and made no sound.
“A crown above and bells below, such stories never end of how one dreams of them doing so,” it went on before abruptly stopping, stepping towards the cell and curling its wooden fingers around the bars. “A princess so royal and a jester so loyal, and yet never allowed to be.”
It pulled at the bars, its voice rising with volume and pitch—
“And so off went my head, rolling clean and spilling red…”
It quietened down just as quickly.
Its voice was now no more than a mere whisper.
A painted tear rolling down its masked face.
“Away went my darling, finding solace in poison instead, as lovers do, when…!all hope is… dead.”
You tried to walk away all the while as they spoke of their tale, the action executed almost by instinct, but no matter how far you would go, all that you felt was cold stone pressing against your back. The realisation grounded you, reminding you that this was all somehow real and not a dream.
The jester’s—the puppet’s—whatever they were—eyes softened as they looked at you, opening the door to the cell effortlessly, as if it had never been locked at all.
“But no fear,” they assured gently, walking up to you, “for souls are such… stubborn things; they wander, and they die, and then, they… come back.”
“What are you—” you started, only for it to keep going—
“Except for mine; I came back all sorts of wrong— a demon, it seems—for loving too deeply, for kneeling too… proud.”
Then, after a pause.
“Unlike my princess, who has found her way back to my heart,” it added, extending its fingers to brush along the trembling skin on your cheek, “back to me.”
You blinked.
“Me?” you asked.
It laughed at your surprise.
“Oh yes,” it confirmed, pressing itself further against you, close enough that you could smell something and distinctly metallic in the air that seemed to cling to it. “You have her eyes,” it observed. “The very same quiet fire within, the same careful light,” then, it lifted a finger, tracing the air without touching you further. “Her wit, her patience, her way of listening more than speaking.”
Its hand rose, and two fingers slipped right beneath your chin, tilting your head upward, and while you gasped, somehow, you did not resist.
“Even her taste for all things vanilla and spice, on skin that never quite sees the sun,” it added. “Tell me, my princess,” they added a moment later, their tone ripe with amusement, as if anticipating hearing your answer. “Have you loved anyone in this life?”
You reluctantly shook your head.
The puppet smiled.
“Right, because your suitors were obligations,” it suggested. “I should imagine that your heart longs for something much more substantial than being married off as mere political fodder.”
You hesitated, not quite too sure. “Well, I suppose?”
The thing in front of you stepped back just once, the courtesy of their actions almost intimate.
“Curious,” it remarked. “But do tell me, princess. Are you afraid of me?”
The abrupt change of topic once again disoriented you and left you feeling even more unsteady on your feet. You could not form a good response no matter how you tried, and yet, still, somehow, you could tell by the way this puppet was acting that it did not mean any real harm. At least not to you.
You ended up shaking your head.
Then, slowly, as if in response to that, its finger elongated, and its bones shifted from wood to something organic, presenting a soft, wet crackling sound. Instead of fingers painted into chiselled spears, it bore now pointed claws. Its eyes darkened, too; the once-painted smears almost glinted as though it had a soul. Finally, its lips parted, tying it all together that beyond its flat mask, there was something more insidious beneath, and it had very real, glistening teeth.
“Even now?” it challenged you.
You gulped thickly and shook your head again.
“And yet,” it whispered, pain flooding its voice, “you still don’t remember me?”
Hurt sparked in its eyes. “A shame, truly, because I waited centuries for you,” it revealed, tilting its head at an unnatural posture. “We were more to each other than mere strangers, just so that you know.”
Before you could stop it, it closed the distance suddenly, pressing its lips against yours. In the brief moment that it connected with you, something exploded within your mind like a memory, giving way to a life that felt as though it belonged to you, although not the one you were currently experiencing.
“Hold onto it,” it pleaded, its tone laced with something longing and aching. “Don’t you dare let go.”
It moved in even closer, daring you to remember more as its fingernails dug into the soft flesh of your skin, its body radiating a heat so unnatural that its puppeted body almost felt real, and despite the fear you felt, somehow, you leaned into the touch—finding that it felt familiar—that it felt right—
“Those suitors that they’ll keep on sending your way will never understand you as I do,” it spoke to you, its touch growing needy. “I know what makes you laugh,” it promised, its hand moving to tangle around your scalp, “of what makes you ache with what you won’t admit to anyone else,” it added. “I know what kind of dreams you have at night and the thoughts you have that make your whole face flush and your body—” it gasped, “ache for things you don’t even understand.”
Its hand was on your breast now, cupping the soft and pliant flesh with such reverence but also possession, the wooden thumb tracing circles around your nipple. You gasped under the pressure, not understanding why your body was leaning into its touch so well.
Then it kissed you once more, and something else surged past—
Revealing you standing in a bright stone courtyard, with sunlight spilling across the decorated floors. You wore a heavier skirt then, and your hair was much longer. There was laughter nearby, and when you turned, someone was bowing dramatically in front of you, their hand taking yours and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
You remembered a painted smile against real skin, matching clever eyes and bells that chimed softly as he moved, looking profoundly ridiculous. But god, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world felt truly magical back then.
Visions flooded you of him juggling fruit just to make you laugh and to purposefully trip over his own two feet whenever he knew you were looking his way. You could feel his fingers brush against yours whenever he handed you ribbons and flowers and trinkets and—
Goodness, you even remembered sneaking into the courtyard at dusk, with him waiting right in the middle with a bundle of wildflowers tucked behind his back.
The kiss deepened, and the memories came in faster; of him dancing barefoot in empty halls as he whispered jokes—crude ones, mind you—behind muffled sleeves; his voice low and quiet—
“I remember,” you finally confessed, and at that, his fingers dipped lower, finding the wetness between your legs as the anticipated recognition had finally surfaced at long, long last.
His words came out breathless after, his eyes locked on yours as he guided himself in between your legs—no longer protesting, and dare he even acknowledge—feel you welcoming him inside. Was this trickery? Or was this something else? It felt right to accept him, whatever it was, to let in the memories—to let him in—to feel him—
“I know you so well,” he promised, “because a stranger would not know what makes you writhe the very same way, nor could they—” he added, pushing himself further in, stretching you completely, “—know how to make your cunt clench like this; no, no, your soul remembers, your soul knows.”
Indeed, you had: you remembered not just of the fleeting glimpses but so much more. From the feeling of him, yes, but also to the devastation that he left behind. You remembered being loved so thoroughly in ways that something arranged could never fulfil. You remembered your wedding night and the look in his eyes as he strummed a wistful tune on his gittern, watching you walk down the aisle. You remembered being taken by someone you did not love, sharing a bed far too large, and on the same night, hating that it was not he who made love to you, dreaming of him the whole time.
You remembered it all; yes, god, yes, from sneaking out of your newly shared bedroom as a queen, finding Patch, your loyal jester, and how he fucked you properly and made you cum, finishing up what the other sorry excuse of a man could not do.
You remembered as he pounded into you—
—As you screamed out his name—
—Not your husband’s, down the hall.
You blinked, your eyes glimmering with reverence and hurt and love and awe as it all came flooding back, your hold on him tightening, returning to kiss him the exact way as before, as he kissed you back—his tongue slipping and catching against yours—his hips sawing back and forth, surrendering to the reunion that he had long been denied for centuries by now.
In turn, your own body rolled in arching circles as he held you up against the wall, even as your form leaned into his—his form feeling gradually more and more human—more and more real—the tighter you held on. You could feel as he stretched you and made love to you in the exact way you liked it, even if in this life, this was something new.
But he was right.
Your soul remembered.
Your soul knew.
“I have waited so long for you to remember,” he shuddered as his thrusts grew rapidly erratic, as his pleasure rose to blinding bliss. “For you to finally have the sense to come here, and fuck,” he gasped, “free me of this curse.”
He then redoubled his efforts, holding onto you with nearly a crushing force, gasping and rasping and yet still desperate for more. He pulled back ever so slightly, his hands coming to reach and cup around your face so that you could see the worship in his eyes.
“Do you love me?” he asked.
“Yes, Patch,” yes—”
Then, after a gasp.
“I always have.”
At the sound of his name, he just about melted away into you, his body succumbing to the recognition alone. He grinded harder into you, catching onto the spot that always made you whine with something primal, that made you come undone, spilling into your core with something that—given his form—should have been impossible, and yet, it wasn’t.
It all tightened from the depths of your core until it felt right to let go.
As he, too, came down from his high, and as you did, too, from yours.
He then asked, perhaps as a promise—
“Will you stay with me, princess?” he asked. “Will you choose me for eternity? Even if it’s dangerous to do so— Even if they’ll find us out yet again, and kill me—kill you—even if it’s wrong, even if—”
“Yes,” you said, seeing genuine and utter hope flood his face.
He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, his voice suddenly light.
“Good,” he murmured, “because I will never be letting you go again.”
You then blinked, being plunged into the darkness, as the sense of something uneasy overwhelmed you. Not too far away, you could hear footsteps rapidly close in from around you, spiralling down the tower. The dungeon was no longer so dimly lit, either, but burning bright with closing in fire, and despite your dress and your body initially being in tatters and bruises and marks—everything else was back to normal—as though it had never happened at all.
Was all of that a dream?
Your knights found you in a hurry, swooping you up and carrying you back up to the surface of the castle.
Your eyes drooped shut, and you fell asleep—
Only to awake in your bed, with your father standing at the foot, his voice sharp with anger and accusation.
“What were you thinking?” he demanded, barely giving you time to wake up.
A lie crept out of your lips, the night catching up to you.
“Guess I wanted to rebel just a little,” you meekly admitted. “Stole a bit of the wine and I think I just… wandered away.”
At that, however, his anger softened, coming to look at you like you were just a normal girl, sighing heavily, leaving you be for the time being.
You always did get away with lying too easily.
And as he left, your two knights remained, bursting out laughing from the second that he was out of earshot.
“Next time you want to do something like that, invite us,” one of them suggested.
“Right,” the other said. “Spare us the heart attack, and our heads.”
You smiled faintly, but then, just a moment later, your father had returned, and everyone—including you, of course—straightened up.
“Also,” he spoke. “Another addition to the roster,” he said, stepping aside to reveal another knight. “To keep you in line.”
“But I already have—” you started, blinking between your two swords.
“For your own safety,” he interrupted.
Just as you were about to pout, however, the newest knight stepped in, and you heard his voice, your attention successfully caught, finding that he sounded familiar, like someone you knew far too well.
“Princess,” he greeted you with a nod.
You glanced up then, your words falling flat, catching a glimpse beyond what lay in the helmet: dark hair and dark eyes, glinting with timeless adoration, settled right on you.
“Do you… object to this arrangement?” the knight asked.
Your heartbeat faltered, remembering the promise you made in the dungeon, of the curse that you broke, or worse yet, manifested.
“No, you admitted softly. “I do not have a problem at all.”
{A/N: I wanted to write a round two where you ride him, cowgirl-style, but it got too long. Hopefully I'll post a part 2 (bulletin) and some fluff if this gets enough notes. This took like a week or two to write because I was on and off again my bad, getting back into writing again! Also do not expect a fic this long anytime soon unless its the Clark Kent stuff I'm working on (JK!) There were some things I had to exclude unfortunately so I will include it in the part 2. Tag me if you see a grammar mistake IMMEDIATELY!}
{A/N 2: I had everything indented with some pretty ass pngs as little visuals but tumblr is such POS it crashed when I fixed it smh.!}
Imagine being a lone traveler sent on a quest to collect flowers for a warlock’s potion. He needed a vial of flowers for a brew he was making and had sent you to collect them for him due to how far it was. Being eager to earn more gold and acquire more experience for yourself, you decided to accept the task. It took only six days from your departure to you collecting the flowers, to you now returning. It would only take you one more day for you to return to your destination, however, crossing the bridge from where you came from isn't a viable option, and you certainly couldn't cross the Cornium forest by yourself. The forest would be the quickest way but due to how dark it gets at night, combined with the scent of the flowers attracting magical predators, you decided it would be in your best interest if you hired a bodyguard to accompany you.
You set aside a small amount of gold for the being you decided to employ--one hundred gold pieces. Eight hundred fifty-five pieces and some silver bits were enough to compensate you for the minor troubles you went through. It only took you a few hours of searching for you to come across a small outpost. The worker posted there informed you that there was an ex-Lycan guard posted up ahead. He warned you of the creature’s odd behavior, you didn’t mind. All you needed was someone to guard you as you trekked through the forest at night and a lycan would be the perfect fit.
The nose of wolfkin is infamous–being able to track prey from miles away, giving them a hunting and defensive advantage. Many people have testified that these beings' supernatural sense of smell have detected poisons in foods and solved missing people cases. You hoped the wolf ahead was of decent character, you didn’t want to start any fights and were hoping to maybe gain some insight on wolfkin. After all, this would be your very first time encountering someone of wolfkind, you were happy to gain new knowledge on them! Half an hour went by until you saw him. The sun, which was now about to go down, shone greatly onto the creature. Its golden rays highlighting even the darkest parts of his fur.
You approached him slowly, your weapon slung behind your back and both your hands rested by your thighs. He stood–arms crossed, leaning against a tree, soaking up the remaining sunlight. His ears twitched repeatedly as your footsteps grew closer. He didn’t open his eyes until you spoke.
“Hi there, I saw your job request posted on the board back there. I was wondering if you would accompany me on my journey? It’s not far, maybe only a day’s walk from here.” You stated in a pleasant manner.
“You willing to pay?” He inquired in a low voice.
“Of course!” You answered, “Once you join me and get me through the forest safely, I’m willing to pay you one hundred pieces.” You continued on.
The lycan paused for a bit, thinking to himself quietly.
“Fine, I’ll join you.” The creature you enlisted now followed you on your journey. “Although, I am curious to know why a simple being like yourself can’t use mana to light your way through the night.” He remarked.
Your eyes glanced briefly downwards to the pouch strapped to your side. The spells you learned were for enchanting magical weapons only, you never bothered to learn other spells. “Magic just isn’t my strong suit.” You responded. Truthful, but also makes you feel a little weak. What kind of person can’t cast an illumination spell? Having to study magic for hours on end with little reward combined with the uncomfortable feeling it leaves your body turns you away. Earnest work comes from traditional fighting, you believed. For a person like yourself, sword-fighting was your forte and you could never imagine wasting a skill like that just to wave around a measly wand.
The master you worked under was especially skilled in using magic alongside sword-fighting. She taught you some of the most detrimental skills you know and equipped you with a sword she obtained during her time as a young woman. The knowledge she gave to you has helped you avoid trouble more than often not. ‘Overconfidence is one of the fastest ways to get you killed.’ She once said, which is why you hired the lycan as your protector through the night.
As you walked through the forest, the sun had faded away and what little light you had was given to you by the small fluorescent mushrooms and fauna that surrounded you. The lycan had taken the lead, leaving you to take in his figure from behind. He didn’t walk on all fours like you imagined and he wore clothes. His fur was dark brown, and his eyes were a deep shade of olive green. The bandana he wore was a dark blue color and around his waist was his scabbard, sword and belt that held various items. He was much taller and physically larger than you as well.
Despite his size his footsteps were soft and made little sound as he walked. You were starting to grow curious about him. The right side of his face looked like it had been scarred from a heavy battle. Maybe a month old? You wondered, trying to match his pace as he began to walk faster. His bushy tail swung side to side as his steps increased. You did your best to keep up with him, the night wasn’t as kind to creatures without any sort of night vision. A loud groan left your mouth as the lycan placed an arm in front of you suddenly without warning. His ears twitched rapidly as he picked up sounds in the distant night. He pulled you down to your knees and motioned for you to be quiet.
“I’m detecting the scent of some enchanted mongusi. They’re a mile ahead of us. It's a small pack but they seem to be agitated.” He said in a low voice.
“You got all that from your nose?” You asked questionably.
“My ears picked up their bickering.” He replied.
“It would be easier if I went ahead and dealt with them myself.” He stated.
‘This is what I hired you for.’ You thought to yourself. “Go ahead, I’ll stay behind. Just let me know when the coast is clear.” You said.
“I’ll make it quick.” He said.
You watched as his shadowy figure disappeared into the forest, feeling his furry body brush past you briefly. Crouching down, you waited for a few moments before opening your pouch and taking out a small rune connected to a thin piece of thread. You held onto it tightly, feeling around the ground for a solid object. Your fingers brushed over a small stone, grabbing it you set the rune on ground before slamming the stone on top of it, causing it to light up. The rune shone dimly in the night, providing you with a very limited view of your surroundings. You equipped the rune around your neck and wondered how long it would take for your company to return.
He could take care of himself, you knew this. You knew his pay would increase by sixty bits or so. ‘Maybe he could use it to purchase a healing spell for his scar.’ You thought to yourself. He didn’t reveal much information to you during your walk. He told his name–Balthair–and told you he used to live in the fallen kingdom of Venshurra. You wanted to inquire more about his sword skills, you were hoping to maybe spar with him and see how far you’ve come along as an adventurer yourself. Time had passed and you grew increasingly worried. You weren’t sure if he could handle being on his own and wondered if you should look for him.
The rune around your neck was still glowing. The creatures he mentioned weren’t that strong, even if they were enchanted, they would put up a fight but for a skilled warrior like Balthair it should be easy for him to defeat them. Unless they scratch his wound or tear at his eye or rip at his throat. Suddenly your mind began forming countless scenarios where he ends up losing his life in the forest. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of bushes rustling a few metres away from you. You quickly draw your sword and get into a defensive stance. Preparing for the worst–you're ready to cut down anything that lunges at you.
The rustle noises continue to grow louder until the creature steps forward. The creature was Balthair, he had returned from his scout ahead. He approached you silently, his eyes glowing in the dark as he got near. The dim light emulating from the rune revealed his crimson-soaked muzzle and the scar near his right eye. He leaned in before speaking.
“Did I scare you?” He purred as he spoke teasingly.
“No.” You said firmly.
You both knew that was a lie because your heart could be heart beating against your chest. Filled with relief you put your sword back in its sleeve and held the rune up so you could see his eyes.
“Are you injured?” You questioned him.
“I’m fine. Not a scratch on me.” He said. “We should probably get going if you want to be there on time.” He added on before grabbing your hand.
As you traversed deeper through the forest. Its terrain began to change from grassy flat plains with tree roots sprouting out to trip you to rocky ledges with mounds high enough you would need to cast a small spell or be athletic enough to climb over them. With Balthair as your guard, you didn’t have to worry about falling in the dark or breaking anything. He kept you on a straight path, only having to duck occasionally to avoid the low-hanging branches. The temperature had dropped significantly and Balthair had picked up on this. Your teeth began to chatter loudly as you ventured through the night, goosebumps covered your skin and the clothes you wore didn’t offer you much protection. Thanks to the rune you could start to see your own breath.
‘The situation could be worse.’ You thought to yourself.
“Quit moving.” Balthair said in a gruff voice.
He motioned for you to move closer to him and in one swift motion he removed the shawl from around his arms and placed it on you. The shawl that contained his scent smelled of costus and smoked wood, consumed your body, protecting you from the wind and now drizzling rain.
“Thank you.” You said in a quiet tone.
“Don’t mention it.” He replied.
You two continued further down your journey. You didn’t know how long it would take for you two to make it out so you decided to initiate a conversation.
“Hey, Balthair, may I ask how long you’ve been doing bodyguard work?” You asked innocuously.
“Four months. Mainly assisting adventurers like yourself or being a lookout for private escorts. Someone of my nature never has to worry about being out of a job.” He answered.
‘Four months huh? I’ve only been doing adventure work for a year now.’ You thought internally. ‘Wonder what he meant by escorts though. Perhaps he helped escort royal blood?’ You question.
“Are you going to ask me about the pack of mongusi as well?” He stated, bringing you out of your head.
“Were there a lot?” You asked, making eye contact with him.
“Enough to overwhelm someone like you.” He said in a slightly-taunting way.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked furrowing your brows.
“It means that someone who can’t cast spells and relies on sword-fighting in the dark could not survive a wild pack of enchanted creatures. Especially considering how many surrounded me .” Balthair said matter-of-factly.
“I’ve come across a handful of young human adventurers like yourself. Most of them seem to lack the intelligence you possess though.” He added on.
“And I suppose being able to see in the dark gives you an advantage as well.” You retorted.
Balthair let out a small chuckle.
“I did not mean to offend,” he said, “it's true though. My eyes do give me the upper-hand in battles. I can fight well and not waste time trying to cast spells.” Balthair continued to speak.
You both stopped when you stumbled across a small ravine with a furious stream rushing underneath.
“It’ll be easier if you let me carry you.” Balthair said.
“Are you sure that’s okay?” You asked him.
“I’m offering, aren't I?” He retorted.
You made sure the items on your back and waist were secured before climbing on his back. His body was overwhelmingly soft and your fingers seemed to get lost as they gripped onto his furry back. His body smelled just like his shawl, except stronger. Your nose was tickled by his long hair and you giggled softly.
“Something amusing?” He asked.
“Your hair is ticklish.” You mused.
He chuckled again.
“Hold on tight.” Balthair said as he leapt across the ravine and began navigating you two through the woods. The two of you raced through the night–Balthair excellently dodging fallen logs and thick brambles. You kept your arms wrapped around him tightly, feeling his heart beat loudly as he ran. Your pussy fluttered every time he jumped or took a sharp turn. Feeling the vibration run deep to your lower body, you closed your eyes and held your breath so as to not let a moan slip from your lips. Gripping onto his fur, you prayed that your companion would not detect anything with his hearing. You could feel a small heat growing between your legs and decided that this was more than you could take.
“Can I get off now?” You asked.
He came to an immediate halt, crouching down so you could hop off him.
“Did I do something wrong?” He asked smoothly. You could sense the genuine concern in his voice.
“It’s fine, my arms were getting tired and I didn’t wanna slip and fall. That’s all.” You stammered.
Balthair raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure that’s it?”, he asked.
“Yes! I’m sure I’m fine. The path up ahead is starting to get wider so I can walk on my own either way.” You commented. Hoping your choice of words were believable to him.
“I’m sure you’re tired of carrying me too.” You added on.
“Your weight is nothing, I was more so afraid you’d go flying off of me. Be ashamed if we had to cut your little adventure short.” Balthair replied.
It took you both only an hour to stumble across another postal board. The path was starting to look familiar to you and you began to recall certain landmarks nearby.
“If I recall, there should be a tavern nearby. Maybe you and I could stop for a bit. Get some rest, freshen up, grab a bite to eat. That sound nice?” You said.
“Fine with me.” He said in a cool tone.
His eyes were low as he watched you walk ahead, his gaze was fixated onto your ass. Every now and then, he would quickly look at the trees or check behind him to play it off. The lycan shamelessly thought about stopping just to rub one out right here in the forest. You were hardly paying any attention to this, you were busy trying to read the map you brought. The tavern should only be a fifteen minute walk from where you were. You were excited to take a shower and replenish the energy you lost during your journey. Maybe you could treat Balthair to lunch and get to know him more. If you were lucky, maybe he would stick around long enough for you to ask him to spare with you. You saw the building up ahead, as you both closer, the sound of music playing could be heard through the shut doors and closed windows.
You looked at Balthair for a bit before reaching forward to grab the handle. You pushed the door open with a small amount of force. The sound of a woman singing loudly accompanied by the sound of fiddle and a cornet filled your ears. The tavern was a lively sight, it had seemed that this was a common resting place for travelers of all types. At the bar, some barstools were taken by a group of three burly men, a large bird creature was downing a beer and an elven person was conversing with him. A young hybrid bartender was scrambling to refill everyone’s orders while a cook was calling out orders. The seats were filled and everyone seemed to either be paying attention to the music being played or talking amongst themselves.
It couldn’t have been a busier day than the day you arrived. You motioned for Balthair to follow you as you moved through the crowded building. You searched around until your eyes landed onto the manager standing under a sign that read open.
“Excuse me,” you said, hoping you were loud enough for her to hear.
“Do you have any rooms open for us? Separate please.”
“Sorry dear, all rooms are occupied until tomorrow. We do have one bedroom open with a bath. A queen if you’d like.” She answered.
You looked up at Balthair, meeting his gaze.
“It’s fine. I can sleep on the floor.” He said.
“Okay, one room please.” You said.
“Alright, that’ll be fifty pieces please.” The manager said, before grabbing a key off the board behind her and handing it to you.
“Your bedroom is upstairs down the left at the end of the hallway.” She said before turning to serve the customer.
You and Balthair both headed upstairs–the noise drastically dropping in volume as you walked along the creaky oak floors. The further you walked, the heavier your body felt. You unlocked the door and pushed it open, the room was a sight to be held.
The window was open allowing a fresh breeze to flow through, the sun was shining high in the sky, and you could see little dust particles floating in the light. The bed was neatly made; the heavy dark blue covers were tucked into every corner and your pillows (although a little stained) were placed on top, waiting for you to rest your head. The room came with a moderate-sized nightstand, a small table and chair and an orange rug made of some type of deceased creature’s fur. There were two doors inside the room, one leading to the shower and another being one for storage. You took off the belt containing your pouch, a small bag you were carrying and removed your sword before plopping onto the bed.
Balthair huffed at you before placing himself near you. You couldn't recall the last time you were able to rest your body on a soft bed. Sleep wasn't often a priority for you when you traveled, so you considered this to be your treat before you collected your bounty. You laid there, comfortably, eyes closed, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin, the relaxing breeze blowing away any troubles. Both of your feet dangled off the bed, your boots were still on your feet.
Balthair took a glance at your sleeping form; watching your back rise and fall gracefully. The curve of your ass caught his eye. He watched you rest for a bit before allowing himself to close his eyes. Time passed and the emptiness of his stomach awoke him. He looked over and saw that you were still sleeping, quietly, he got out of bed and headed for the door. Twenty minutes had gone by and you had begun to stir awake. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked around. Balthair was nowhere to be seen, puzzled, you assumed that he was around at the bar somewhere. Surely he would want to get paid for his work after all this.
You pulled out some spare clothing from your bag and headed straight to the bathroom. The bathroom quickly filled up with hot steam as you strip naked. You took your time lathering yourself up with soap, allowing the suds to run down your thighs and in-between your legs. You took your time while washing yourself, letting yourself savor the moment, appreciating the warm wet cloth around your neck and thighs. You let the warm water run over your soft breast, white suds slowly falling off your chest. The smell of soap had allured you, the bar of soap smelt of jasmine, clove, apple and a hint of black pepper. You ensured that every crack and crevice of yours smelt and felt clean enough to your standards before hopping out of the shower. The room was still empty so you quickly tiptoed across the room, picking up your bag again.
You pulled out a small jar of lotion and began to moisturize your body. Blithely unaware of the fact that Balthair was returning back to the room. Your body was facing the window, you were busy focusing that you hadn’t noticed the doorknob turning. Balthair had stepped in, the door was halfway open so he had a clear view of your back. It took mere seconds of him watching the water drip from your coily hair down onto your back for him to step out and close the door suddenly. You flinched at the sudden noise–catching you off guard, you whipped your head around and saw an empty room. Right outside the door Balthair’s heart was pounding, his dick starting to form a tent in his pants. Had he seen you?
Your heart began racing and your ears burned at the thought. For a moment something in you had wondered if he had liked what he had seen. You blushed before picking up your clothes, you walked towards the door hoping that Balthair was still out there.
It seemed that you were right, Balthair hadn’t left, in fact he was only a foot away from the door. You had called out to him, summoning him closer to your shared room. He towered over you; eyes that were dark green pierced into yours. Balthair’s tail wagged back and forth quietly.
“Balthair, you can come in. You’re tired and I can finish changing in the bathroom.” You said in a low-tone.
Balthair paused before walking inside. If he wasn’t hard before he sure as hell was hard now. He had a hard time finding his words/concentrating due to your new overwhelming scent and you being barely covered. Water droplets ran down your bare legs, glistening as you walked in the light. Balthair’s tail had begun to wag harder, at this point it felt like you were purposely teasing him. He wanted to reach out and touch you so badly. He couldn’t resist walking closer, his body looming over yours once more.
“Balthair?” You said quietly. Caught off-guard by his sudden affection.
Balthair didn’t say anything, he just continued to stare at you before pulling you into a hug. He pressed his wet nose into your neck, inhaling your scent like it was the last bit of oxygen. You could feel his dick in his pants rubbing against your thigh, his muscular arms pulling you closer against his toned body. You could feel your body starting to heat up; your nipples stiffening a bit as you pressed your chest against his. Balthair continued to savor your smell, pressing himself even further than he originally was. He moved his large claws down to your lower backside, his fingers gripping you tightly.
“I would like to continue if you don’t mind.” He said in a low voice.
“Please.” You responded.
Before he went any further he began kissing you, as a sign of mutual trust and affection. Balthair’s tongue slipped inside your mouth with ease, easily overpowering yours. His clawed fingers cupped your cheeks as his hot wet tongue overlapped yours. His second paw gripped your asscheek softly, you moaned softly into his mouth. The beast continued to kneed at your ass–now with both hands. The tip of his dick not only pointed through his shorts, it had left a dark stain. He pulled away for a moment, admiring his view of you; eyes glassy, face visibly flustered. He picked you up, gently placing you on top of the bed. Eyes narrowed as he softly laughed.
“I’m going to savour this.” Balthair said in a dark tone, sending shivers down your spine.
His fingers kept your thighs open as he placed soft wet kisses along your inner-thigh. As he moved closer and closer, he could feel the warmth radiating from your pussy, drawing him like a siren to a sea captain. Your back arched instinctively as his wet nose pressed against your cunt. His tongue lapped at your pussy, causing you to moan. Balthair’s tongue teased at your clit, rapidly flicking it up and down until you came. Your body spasmed incredibly as orgasm and you instinctively tried to close your legs but Balthair’s strength prevented you from doing so.
“Oh fuck,” you cried out.
Balthair’s fat heavy warm tongue had no problem sliding itself into your hole.
‘How delicious.” Balthair thought.
His gaze was fixated onto yours for awhile, until he brought his attention back to your hole. Balthair had plunged his tongue deep inside you. He watched in amusement as you bucked your hips and moaned louder. You gripped the sheets as Balthair continued to greedily wolf down your insides. Every part of you felt as if it was on fire; beads of sweat began to form and roll off your neck onto the now–wet bed. You wanted to feel Balthair even closer than he was, you wanted to feel him inside you, his large paws grappling at your breast. You had no idea how eager this beast was to claim you. The room was filled with the sound of your moans–music to Balthair’s ears. He took immense pleasure in watching you squirm in delight. He could feel himself pressing against the soft mattress, humping it ever so slightly.
Balthair’s dick had gotten even harder, the pre-cum stain had only grown larger as he continued to go down on you. His tongue swirled around inside, tasting everything, his low grunts and moans sent vibrations down your spine and up to your pussy. This was Balthair’s treat after a long journey and he deserved it. The lycan continued to ravage your pussy, the obscene slurping competing with your moans.
Your pussy juice had soaked his chin as he wriggled inside. He pulled out before licking your clit once more. He took his time–concentrating as he rubbed circles around your clitoris. The heat started building up in your core, your head was spinning, you knew if you could stand you'd feel dizzy. You felt orgasm approaching–your hands tugged at his furry head, groaning louder. You called out his name as you came–legs shaking violently as your third orgasm was drawn from your.
You laid there breathless, unable to move. Balthair had removed his tongue and had begun planting more kisses around your thighs and crotch. His gaze was stuck on yours as he sat upwards on the bed. You were ready for what was about to happen next. Balthair carefully removed his pants, tossing them onto the ground. His dick was bright red, a thin line of pre-cum dribbled out from the tip. He aligned the tip of his dick to your pussy. He paused before he continued.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Balthair asked.
“YES!” You exclaimed, ready for him to take you.
Balthair, amused at your enthusiasm, chuckled dearly, before sliding the tip in. You felt the heat immediately rush to your core, your body churning in pleasure. Balthair grunted loudly as he entered you–your pussy clenching around his dick. His breathing had become heavy, he placed both his hands on top of your thighs, his sharp nails digging into your skin.
“Balthair,” You moaned his name aloud.
You felt his slightly-ribbed dick rub against your walls, pleasure overtaking your body. Balthair thrusted inside rhythmically–your moans filling his newfound desire to claim you. Your babbled moans and cries encapsulated him. He watched your face with such intense focus as he fucked you.
“Balthair please,” You whined as your pussy stretched around his cock.
“You want me to fuck you harder than this?” He asked seductively.
“Yes please," You whined in response.
His panting increased as did his speed. He began fucking you harder; there was a prominent bugle pushing out from where his dick was. You could feel him taking you even harder now than before; your pussy was practically sucking off his dick by now. Balthair felt his orgasm approaching; his thrust started to become sloppier, his knot had now grown twice its original size. The beast fucked himself harder and harder inside you. His dick hitting your g-spot repeatedly causing you to cry louder. You could feel yourself about to cum around him. You moaned again:
“Please Balt, I’m about to cum.” You squealed out.
Balthair rocked his hips harder. He lifted up your thighs and had fully inserted himself inside by now. His dick kissed your cervix multiple times–god you felt so full of him. His claws had moved to your hips, his fingers nipped at your skin, leaving small red marks behind. You didn’t want this feeling to end. Your body felt like it was on fire and you could feel Balthair's dick twitching inside you–signifying that he was about to come.
“Please cum with me,” Balthered said exhaustedly.
Your pussy clenched and spasmed around him as he came inside you. Balthair leaned over you as he came, his sticky white cum filling your insides. You could feel your womb slightly filling up as he came inside you.
“Take all of my seed,” He growled into your ear.
Balthair pushed his knot inside you, preventing any cum from being wasted. His dick stuffed you completely, your insides–now painted a cloudy white from his semen, forming a small bulge in your belly.
You laid there, covered in a mix of his and your sweat. Balthair had gently placed his body on top of yours. You took this opportunity to rest your arms on his soft body. Your arms wrapping around his head and back. You could feel the knot still stuck inside of you, the swelling would take an hour to go down. Balthair burrowed himself into your neck, his eyes closed. Letting the rhythmic sound of your heart lure him to sleep.
You also felt your eyelids growing heavier. You fell asleep and quite some time had passed. When you too had woken up again it was late in the evening. You took another shower; this time with Balthair included! By the time you two had left it was dark out. The tavern wasn’t nearly as filled as from before. You ate dinner before returning your key, hoping the owner wouldn’t mind a few new stains on the bed. You had enjoyed Balthair’s company dearly. He continued to escort you even when you two were far into civilization. You passed through the kingdom of Aschenilde together, walking past the busy marketplace, quickly following the rushing stream of water in the woods, heading straight to the bare lands of Ikbaire the Fallen. Balthair had placed you on his back as you climbed the mountain that led to the wizard’s hiding spot. Even though insisted that you could climb it yourself (and you have, countless times) he still forced you onto his back and scaled the rocky wall with you on him. After arriving at the top and gifting the wizard his bounty, he rewarded you handsomely with your payment.
You moved to the side and counted the gold given to you. You counted one hundred thirty pieces exactly and placed them in Balthair’s palm.
“Here, your payment is now complete.” You said while smiling.
“Thank you.” Balthair said.
You stayed quiet for a bit, before talking.
“I guess this means we’ve gotta part ways now huh?” You asked, a curious glimmer in your eyes as you spoke.
“Hmph. I’ve come this far with you, I don’t see the point in leaving you now.” Balthair replied.
You smiled once again, happy to have a companion to keep your company on your travels across the six lands.
Imagine being kidnapped by your seemingly shy classmate. She was quiet and shy but when she has you bound and gagged, she turns into a different person.
“You know, I’ve always liked you, Y/N~.” She’d say as she licks the shell of your ear. “F-fuck!” You’d moan as her fingers were in your panties, her fingers delicately rubbing circles around your clit. She’d keep going until you’re nice and wet. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” She reassured as her fingers plunged into you, she was getting wet too now. Seeing the apple of her eye, her obsession in front of her now and you were completely at her mercy.
You were spread eagle on the bed, your beautiful body now completely nude and open for her. Her pussy was practically dripping from what she was about to do. She lined up her strap on’s plastic dildo to your exposed pussy.
“J-just pretend like this is your boyfriend’s cock~” She’d purr out and insert the dildo inch by inch into you. Her dildo was thick, it was spreading your pussy out much more than what your boyfriend has ever done.
After a few experimental thrusts, she’d start exhaustingly slamming her hips into yours as all you could do was hold onto the restraints and moan that border-lined on screaming. She was too good at this, it’s like she knew your body inside-out. In the darkness of your blindfold, all you could feel was the soft bed sheets under you, her dildo pounding your poor pussy, the restraints gripping your ankles and wrists and her cold hands grabbing your nipples. It was too much, it was all too much. You felt your abdomen muscles clenching, and a very familiar feeling. After one especially deep thrust, you felt the bed sheets under you getting soaked, you couldn’t believe you squirted from this.
“Haa- I knew- *pant* you’d love this! That *pant* you’d love me!” This revelation was too exciting for her and she ended up stalling her thrusts. She collapsed on top of you, her dildo still inside of you. She lazily rubbed and shallowly humped against the harness to finally cum herself. She panted in your ear, her tits squishing against yours. “You don’t need your boyfriend anymore, you have me now~.” And kissed your forehead.
Hi there do you think you can do a part two of the yan jock Jason?
Sure thing! I definitely did not wait a year and a half to write this request, definitely not. I hope you enjoy it either way lol, and sorry for making you wait so long!
Also I wasn't sure if I should have made this post more yandere esque than the first one, but I decided to keep it at relatively the same level. I hope that's ok!
Yandere Jock! With A Bottom Reader
Part one can be found here!
Minors DNI!
Male! Reader
Warnings: NSFW, overstimulation, biting, marking, degradation, rough sex, dirty talk, anal sex, handjobs, jealousy, possessiveness, creampie, yandere tendencies leak through what Jason says but reader doesn't realize how far it goes, bad aftercare, Jason's ass at it ngl, bathing, insults, mentions of punishment, mentions of giving head, Jason's an asshole.
Divider credit goes to @strangergraphics
“Fuck, Jason, it’s too much, gotta–gotta slow down–”
A sharp thrust from your boyfriend had you moaning the last syllable of your sentence, loud and unashamed in its intensity. From where you were positioned, you could just barely make out the shape of Jason’s moving body, obscured only by the thick, salty liquid blurring your gaze. Even with your limited sight, you could see the shit-eating grin spreading across his face, a sharp blob standing out dramatically on his flushed face.
“Are you fucking serious?” Jason pants in your ear, throwing one of your legs haphazardly over his well-muscled shoulder. Without his jersey on, you have a much better view of how sweaty his dark skin had become, dripping down his toned chest in defined rivelets. You should have expected it, with how much he’d been exerting himself throughout the day, but it was a welcome sight nonetheless. “You really want me to slow down? After all those pretty, fucked up noises you’ve been making? I don’t think so. Come on, I know you’ve got another orgasm in you. Just gotta let me take care of you until I decide you’re done, got it?”
You open your mouth to bite back, a protest on your lips, but the harsh pushing of Jason’s hips against your pelvis replaced it with another groan of pleasure, overtaking any words you might have spewed his way. You should have known it was going to go like this. You should have known that Jason would have more steam to blow off after his big game, steam he couldn’t possibly burn without your help. The round he had sprung on you in the college’s locker room should have been indicator enough. But no matter how many games Jason played, no matter how many times you were called upon to help him use the last of his energy, you always forgot how demanding he could be, pulling more and more from you until there was almost nothing left for you to give. Which was what he was doing now, and would continue to do for who knows how long. The round in the locker room was just a precursor to what was to come. The real event wasn’t in motion until you stepped foot into Jason’s apartment, rushing to his room before you could even check if his roommate was home.
Now you’re on your back, lying in Jason’s messy, unmade bed, four orgasms deep with a fifth one soon to come.Your boyfriend was buried deep inside your ass, your sensitive cock was rubbing painfully against the stained sheets, and your head was thrown back against one of his plush pillows, the only softness your body had experienced since you had started this whole mess. You can’t see yourself, but you were sure you must look like a mess, with your bruised skin and your cum-stained body, a mingle of your fluids as well as Jason’s coating your grimy skin.
And then there was Jason. Jason, who didn’t look even a little tired, even as he pounded into you for the sixth time that day. Jason, who had somehow retained enough energy to completely destroy you, even after giving his all during his football game only hours before. Jason, who was making it his life’s mission to exhaust you completely, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of your tired body. It was almost like he thrived off of your overstimulation, growing more and more energetic the more overwhelmed you became. It wouldn’t surprise you. After all, he always enjoyed pushing you to your limits.
“Awe, poor baby. You too tired to make any noise for me? What happened to all that screaming you were doing earlier? Don’t tell me your throat hurts too much. You’ve never been one to let the pain stop you, have you?”
Speaking of which…
You try to let out another garbled whine, wincing at how hoarse your voice sounds to your muffled ears. Your throat did hurt, but your boyfriend wasn’t entirely right either. You just didn’t have any voice left to use. You had spent the past couple hours calling out for him and moaning into the pillow, so much so that your voice couldn’t keep up with the constant pressure it was under. “C–Can’t. I can’t…”
“Can’t what?” He mocks, placing a condescendingly comforting hand on your stomach. His fingers trace little patterns and shapes on the top of your skin, sliding through the sweat that had accumulated there with practiced ease. “Can’t speak? Poor thing. You getting tired already?”
A jolt of shock flashes through your rocking body, followed by the slight gnawing cold of panic in your stomach. Already? He was surprised you were getting tired already? Really? Did he consider four full orgasms to be just the start of a wild, night-long endeavor of pleasure and lust? Was he planning on putting you through…god, you didn’t want to think about how many more rounds he might have in store for you. Not that you minded, at least, not normally, but there was only so much your battered body could take…
You intend to tell Jason this, the bright beginnings of a squeak building up in your throat, but before you could utter a sound, a malicious cackle fills the humid air, rubbing against your eardrums like nails on a chalkboard. From your tear-filled eyes, you can see Jason grinning even wider than before, his face contorted in a mean, intimidating show of amusement.
“Hah! You should see the look on your face right now! You look fucking petrified! Come on baby, you know I’m just teasing, right? This many rounds is a lot, even for me. Not as much as it is for you clearly, but still…”
He chuckles again, and this time you can see the hand on your stomach inching downwards, slowly sliding towards your hard, leaking cock. Fuck, no, not again, seriously, how much torture is e planning on putting you through–
“I gotta admit though, it’s a little infuriating, seeing how pitiful you’re acting while I stand here, doing all the work for you.” Jason continues, his smile growing impossibly wide at the way your eyes widen before him. “I mean, what have you done all day, huh? I played a long, hard game of football. I carried the team to victory when nobody else could. I’ve been doing all the work here, making sure you get off time and time again. And here you are, laying on my bed and taking my cock like you deserve it, like you’ve done anything worthy of being rewarded! And you’re the one who’s tired! Tell me, what did you do today, huh? What did you do that left you in such a miserable state? It couldn’t be just me: There’s no way you’re pathetic enough to go comatose from some sex, right? So what did you do? Come on, what’d you do?”
As if in a spell of his own making, Jason picks up the pace, slamming into you at an unreal speed while you whine and moan into the sheets below. You can just barely make out the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, the wet squelching noise annunciated by the thick loads he had already shot deep into your ass. It mingled well with the combined sounds of your heavy breathing, only making your cock ache something fierce as it twitched against your stained stomach.
Jason didn’t seem to be focused on the sounds he was making though. You weren’t sure he was even paying attention to the sounds you were making. He was too busy glaring daggers into your soul, sweat dripping from his black hair as he pulled closer to your trembling body.
“Fuckin nothing, that’s what you did. If you didn’t feel so good…If I didn’t want my reward so badly… I would slip a cock ring on you and make you suck me off until I decided I’d had enough. At least then you’d be working for all I’m giving you. It wouldn’t be as much effort as I’ve put into today, not even close, but it would be better than nothing. But I can’t go back now, can I? So instead…”
Before you could react, Jason’s slow–moving hand suddenly shot out, grasping the head of your dick with leg-weakening strength. It wasn’t enough to be painful, not truly anyway, but it was enough to have you gasping for breath, your overstimulated cok throbbing desperately in his hand.
“...Yeah, this’ll work.” Jason nodded to himself, his smirk echoing in his voice. He kept his pace up all the while, determined to rearrange your insides while he tortured your poor, cum-strained member. “I’ll just have to keep fucking with this little thing instead. It’s not as good of a punishment as I would want, but it’ll do for now."
You whine, squirming erratically in Jason’s unyielding gasp. You loved your boyfriend, you really did, but it never ceased to amaze you how cruel he could be. “Fuck, Jason, I’m…I’m sensitive, please–”
But Jason wasn’t listening. Or if he was, he didn’t care. He was too busy moving his hand up and down your cock, teasing the head of it softly with the pad of his thumb. Unlike his thrusts, the movement was slow; deliberate. Almost gentle, if you didn’t know the extension behind his actions. “Come on babe. You’re gonna behave for me, right? After all the trouble you’ve caused me today? After the way you flirted with my teammates? Don’t you think you owe me that one little thing?”
For a moment, all the pleasure you're experiencing gets overtaken by an amused sort of annoyance, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. It had been four full rounds since you two had left the locker room, the fifth well under way, and he was still on about his teammates. No matter how you reassured him that you weren’t flirting with them, he wouldn’t drop the subject. But you had already told him you hadn’t done anything! You hadn’t even known they could hear you, cheering for Jason (and only Jason) from the stands. You knew he knew you hadn’t meant to do anything but show your support for him, so why was he still hung up on the whole ordeal? He was a jealous man, you had known that for a while, but seriously, couldn’t he just drop it, after what felt like so long?
You didn’t know. You weren’t sure he was capable of dropping it, not when you were concerned. All you knew is that if you wanted to cum anytime soon, you needed to keep your thoughts to yourself, safe from Jason’s judgemental stare.
Luckily, Jason doesn’t seem to notice the motion your eyes made, nor any twitches in your face that might have given your thoughts away. Or maybe he just attributed it to your increasingly painful pleasure. Either way, you weren’t planning on correcting him, not when he was already torturing you in the most delicious way possible. “Well? Can’t find your voice? Come on baby, you were able to squeak something out for me a minute ago. What changed?”
He gives your cock another vigorous squeeze, and you moan again, your voice scratchy and hoarse in your ears. “I didn’t–didn’t mean…Jason, you know–”
“Know what?” He squeezes again, this time dragging his thumb teasingly against your slit. The sensation almost has you keening, from pleasure or from the overwhelming sensitivity, you can’t be sure. “That you weren’t–hoy fuck, that felt good, keep moving your ass like that–that you weren’t trying to get their attention? You’ve made that pretty clear over the past couple hours. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t attract their attention, and as far as I care, that’s all that matters.”
“But…But I didn’t mean–”
Before you can get out your sentence, Jason surges forward, his teeth flashing briefly before they sink into the flesh on your shoulder. A second later, bright bursts of pain shoot through the nearby skin, the burn closest to where Jason’s teeth are resting. Just another thing you should be used to, after such a long night. You’re positive the mark Jason’s sure to leave behind will go nicely with the other bite marks he’s left on your skin throughout the night, as well as the hickeys and the scratches. Still, despite their frequency, you just couldn’t get fully desensitised to the pain, no matter how often Jason claimed you as his…
“What you meant doesn’t mean shit,” Jason mumbles around your skin, his jaw pinching your skin one last time before pulling away, leaving a new, reddened mark to shine in the glint of his saliva. You can almost feel the way his eyes bore into your shoulder, admiring the mark with proud, cocky eyes. “All that matters is the result. And the result was them mooning over you like you were a fresh piece of meat, free for the taking. But they’re wrong. You’re mine. My boy. You don’t belong to any of them, not while I’m still here to claim you. You know that. You know that. There’s no way you couldn’t. I’ve drilled it into you enough that even a dumb fuck like you could remember it!”
Suddenly, the hand around your cock speeds up, jerking you off at a shockingly fast pace. There’s no more squeezing, no more gentle caressing, no more tortuous teasing to leave you high and dry. But the change was almost worse: You had gotten so used to the sweet agony that the change was too much to bear, the new speed sending painful tingles of ecstasy through your rock-hard dick. It has you gasping where you lay, your voice cracking and your hands clawing desperately at the sheets crumpled below you.
“Jason! Fuck, too fast, I can’t…I’m gonna cum, I can’t–”
“Say it!” He interrupts, both his hand and his hips speeding up to what you think might be the fastest he can go. There was no more teasing amusement in his voice, no more pride in his cutting words. Only possessiveness, so thick you felt it could throttle the last of your quickly escaping breath from your throat. “Say you know it! Say you’re mine! Say you belong to me, and only to me! Come on, say it! Say it!”
“I’m…I’m yours…Fuck, Jason, I swear I’m only yours!” You whimper, slapping your right hand over your gaping mouth. Rough, strangled noises were pouring from your throat again, completely uncaring of any soreness that might have hindered them before. The intensely thunderous look on Jason’s face was enough to have you throbbing in his hand, on the verge of busting for the sixth time that day. Maybe it was unhealthy, but you loved how dominating Jason could be, especially when he let his jealousy dictate his actions. He never failed to bring you to your peak when he got like this, determined to prove he was all you would ever need. And he was. For all your whining, you couldn’t imagine anyone else making you feel as good as your boyfriend did, torturing your cock in the way you so desperately needed. Maybe his jealousy was unwarranted. But so what? As long as he kept slamming into you the way he was…as long as he kept stroking your cock so skillfully… “I know, and I’m yours! I don’t want anyone but you, please, I’m yours, you gotta believe me, I’m yours!”
Jason didn’t say anything for a moment. He just kept jerking you off, his balls slapping loudly against your ass as he pounded into your sore hole. Then slowly, very slowly, his infamous grin returned, teeth flashing menacingly in the light of his room.
“Don’t worry baby, I believe you. In fact, maybe I’ve been a bit too hard on you. Here, lay back and let me take care of you. After all, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t get you off? I’m not that shitty, you know?”
You let out another whine as Jason presses himself into you, leaning down until your chests are almost touching. It takes you a moment to realize that his free hand has placed itself in yours, but once you do, you waste no time in curling your fingers around his, holding on for dear life as you let your impending orgasm draw closer and closer to fruition. “Jason, fuck, it feels so good, keep–keep doing that–”
“I know baby, I know,” Jason murmurs, his voice unusually soft. You can’t tell if he’s trying to be condescending, but you don’t care. Everything feels too good to dwell on silly things, especially something as insignificant as his tone. Come on, let yourself go. I love seeing how good I make you feel. You make–fuck, with the way you’re squeezing me, you make me feel fucking fantastic. Let yourself cum in my hand. Come on, cum with me babe, cum with me–”
Jason’s pace suddenly becomes unsteady, his hips stuttering ever-so-slightly against your back. He’s close, and so are you. You can feel it in your groin, the familiar waves of pleasure, shooting through your nerves until you feel like you’ll burst, the tightening in your balls as you prepare to shoot your load onto your boyfriend–
“Damnit, Jason, I’m gonna cum, gonna make a mess–”
“I know,” he grunts, his own teeth gritted as he chases his own high. His lips hover just above yours, prepared to press down as soon as the right moment strikes. I’m gonna cum too. Gonna cum in that perfect little hole of yours. Just keep squeezing around me like that…Fuck, that’s it, that’s it, gonna cum, gonna fill you up, you’re mine, you hear me, you’re mine–”
You nod your head erratically, bucking into Jason’s hand as the last tell-tale pangs of pleasure creep through your cock, preparing it for the load it’s soon going to shoot in Jason’s warm hand. You’re on the edge of your own peak, and you refuse to let it be ruined, refuse to lose the pleasure Jason had been kind enough to give you, you need to cum, you need to cum now– “Fuck, fuck, mm gonna cum, I’m cumminmphhh!”
Your words become muffled as Jason finally presses his lips to yours, kissing you fast and rough as your cock twitches painfully in his hand. A moment later, you’re whining into his mouth uncontrollably, cum spurting pathetically from the tip of your cock as his hips bang into yours, still chasing his high as desperately as you had. It sent more jolts of pleasure up your spine, aiding you in riding out your orgasm as you drained yourself on Jason’s hand.
“Look at that,” Jason pants, briefly parting with you to look at the cum staining his hand. He almost seems proud, grinning down at the mess your spent cock made, the last drops you could spare dripping leisurely down his fingers. “Such a mess. Should’ve known, after how dirty you've made my bed. Gonna have to get you to clean that up later. Gonna make you–shit, hang on, gotta…gotta cum–”
Jason thrusts into you one final time before stilling dramatically, a loud, relieved groan leaving his lips. Despite how spent your ass is, you can still feel the warm, full sensation of his cum spilling into your hole, flooding your insides with yet another reminder of Jason’s hold on you. It looked like he had reached his high too. Hopefully his last for the night, after all the rounds you had endured. You weren’t sure if you could survive another one, pleasure or no pleasure.
Just as you had that thought, the hand around your dick began to stir again, slowly jerking up and down the shriveling organ. The cum seeping into his hold only made the motion smoother, sending painful jolts through your twitching thighs.
“Jason! Can’t…still too sensitive…”
The hand continues for a moment more, Jason’s tired eyes glinting with glee as you weakly moaned and twitched in his hold. He only stops when you try to place a halting hand on his, its movement shaky but urgent in its pace.
“Ok, ok. I gotcha. It’s too much for you’re pathetic dick, I get it. I still gotta pull out though, so prepare yourself for that. Hold on…”
Jason only gives you a second to breathe before he pulls out of your hole, his dick sliding out as easily as it had gone in. Almost immediately, the cum that had been trapped moments before began to leak out, pouring down your ass in sticky rivers of white. Both sensations had you shivering where you lay, your body breaking out into oversensitive goosebumps in the cold apartment air.
“There,” he breathes, slowly pulling away. Unlike how you feel, his movements are graceful and effortless, no indication of exhaustion on his face. The only abnormal thing about his body is the sweat coating his skin, still dripping from his dark hair with every other movement. Besides that, he looked no different than he had earlier, fresh off the field after his game. “I’m out. You need a break? Or are you ready for another round, as soon as you get hard again?”
Your breath catches in your throat, panic gathering in your gut. Another round? He didn’t mean it, did he? Surely he wasn’t…Surely he didn’t expect you to… “A…Another? You want…You want to go again?”
“Awe, you don’t wanna keep going? You too tired to keep it up? Come on, I thought you liked me more than that.” Jason smiles, his eyes gleaming harshly down at you. He looks ten feet tall standing above you like that, naked and panting in the soft glow of the lamp. “I was kidding babe. I know you’re too tired. To tell you the truth, so am I. All that exercise has got me beat. I’m satisfied for the night.”
With that, he turns around, no longer interested in you and your messy body. Instead, he heads for the nearby closet, opening the door and rummaging around for something inside. You think he might be looking for clean clothes to wear, but before you can ask him, a towel comes flying in your direction, landing square on your heaving chest.
“There. Clean yourself up once you have the energy. You look like a wreck. You smell like one too.”
A ripple of surprised annoyance shoots through you, the first genuine negative emotion you’d had all day. You’re so annoyed that you let the towel remain where it sits, lying heavy on your twitching stomach. “...What? That’s it? You’re just gonna make me wipe myself up?”
“...Yeah?” Jason turns to you, his eyebrows furrowed. You can’t tell if he’s faking his confusion or not, but the expression pisses you off, all the same. “What else would I do?”
“I don’t know, run us a bath, maybe? Wouldn’t that be more effective at cleaning me off? And you?”
Jason stares at you a moment longer, eyes trained intensely on you. Then, he slowly makes his way back to the bed, his footsteps hesitant as he comes to stand at the foot of his mattress. “...Ok. If you want, we can do that. I guess we made enough of a mess to warrant that. Here, grab my hand. You look like you’ll topple over if you try to get up yourself.”
He reaches out a hand for you to take, and you do, rolling your eyes as he helps pull you to your feet. You know the two of you didn’t do aftercare often, most of the time you both cuddled after sex until one of you fell asleep, but still, was he really that clueless? “...Thanks.”
“...No problem.” He waits until you steady yourself before setting off, leading you slowly to the nearby bathroom. He doesn’t look at you, nor does he say anything more. He just walks beside you, leading you into the bathroom before starting the bath with steady hands.
It’s not until the bath has been drawn and the two of you settle down into the warm water that he speaks again, his voice rough and hesitant in its tone.
“Did you mean it? When you said you belonged to me? You really don’t have eyes for anyone else?”
“Hmm?” You hum in confusion, shuffling closer to Jason’s body. Your head is lying on his chest, and you almost don’t hear his words over his heartbeat, consistent and lulling in your ear. The shock of his lackluster aftercare had worn off long ago. You were just happy to be near him, washing yourself off with more than just a measly towel. “Course I meant it. I meant it when I said I wasn’t trying to flirt with your teammates either. Who else would I wanna be with?”
Jason remained silent for a long time. The only noise you could hear was his continuous heartbeat, followed by the dull sloshing of water. It almost scared you when he finally grunted noncommittally, his arm slinging haphazardly over your naked back.
“...Nothin. Was just wondering if you really meant it when you said you were mine. Because you are. You’re mine. Always. Got it?”
You hum again, pressing a comforting kiss to your boyfriend’s chest. Him and his stupid jealousy. He really wasn’t going to let it go anytime soon, was he? “Got it. I’m yours, forever and always.”
A breath escapes Jason’s nose, but he doesn’t reply. Instead, he uses his arm to pull you closer, bringing your head right under his upturned chin. It’s a nice position to be in. You feel close to him that way. Loved. Much more relaxed than you did earlier, when he was rearranging your guts. Not that you were upset. You enjoyed those moments too, when you were as in the mood as you were before.
You settle in, letting yourself get comfortable in your boyfriend's hold. You don’t see the possessive glint in his eyes as he looks down at you, his gaze never leaving your body. You don’t feel the strength behind his hold, ready to lock you next to him if you make one wrong move. All you feel is the warm water lapping at your body and the smooth skin resting against your own, warming you after such a long day. And you’re content with that. You’re with your boyfriend, who for all his rough edges, seems to care about you more than he lets on. You’re in a bath, warming up while cleaning the grime for your body. What else could you ask for?
Sighing contentedly, you nuzzle your nose in the junction of Jason’s throat, smile as he kisses your forehead, and let yourself drift into oblivion, your thoughts slipping slowly from your elated mind.
Good news, we used some of the treasure from that last dungeon to buy new armor for you! Here, try it on!
Huh, you're happy about it? Oh, you think it's too girly, I see. Well, the shopkeeper assured us that is a typical uniform for priests in the land that this armor came from originally. So it's not girly at all! Don't you want to be a good party member and do what's best for the team?
Oh my goodness you look downright adorable! Told you it would fit snugly, look at those curves! Aw hey, no need to get embarrassed sweetie. You can have nice curves and soft, beautiful skin while still being manly! Now, let's finish up the armor set by adding the ceremonial face paint.
Ta da! Makeup? No silly I told you already, it's ceremonial face paint! The magic of the armor won't work without it, you need to have the full set equipped for a set bonus, after all. Plus, this fancy tiara would look out of place if your adorable face was bare.
By the way, I appreciate how cooperative you've been for me. It seems like this new armor is really helping you get into the mindset of a proper priestess, I mean priest. I'm not used to you listening to me so well, this new, more submissive attitude fits the role of healer so much better than your old, more stubborn self wouldn't you agree?
Come on now, let's show the rest of the party how great you look! Oh don't act so worried, your new look is gonna be so good for morale, trust me! Honestly I can feel my morale raising already just looking at you.
Maybe you can do something about that, dear? It could be your way of thanking me for obtaining this lovely new dress that fits your perfect body just so, so well. Can you be a good healer and make my swelling go down?
Speaking of morale, everyone's still a little beat after that last battle. They could really use some cheering up and an opportunity to let off some tension. What do you think sweetie, want to see if your new armor can help them get off, I mean let off some tension?
eyes slowly fluttering open, and then widening in shock as Beth woke up in a big, dark, unfamiliar room. no, in a small cage that’s inside of a big, dark, unfamiliar room. what the fuck. what. the. fuck.
they frantically looked around, trying to take in their surroundings as fast as possible but being stunted by the pace of their eyes adjusting to the darkness. on one side of the cage was its door, and the almost comically big and heavy lock attached to its closing mechanism. on the other was a flat-screen tv, the cables attached to it stretched beyond Beth’s field of view. the floor of the cage was covered in blankets and pillows, soft against Beth’s naked… naked? yes, naked body. on a pillow in the corner of the cage was a dildo.
they had to get the hell up out of here, but the door wouldn’t move a millimeter, the walls were insanely strong and attached to the room’s floors so even trying to topple the whole thing over wasn’t an option (and even if they could, then what?) and wailing for help for what felt like forever yielded nothing. There had to be a way, there just had to. Beth just needed to keep re-assessing the pieces of this puzzle until they found it. then they could worry about how they got here, but one thing was for sure - they were not about to stay here long enough to get answers from their captor.
big empty(?) room, no lights, locked cage, sex toy, television. Beth’s only way forward was by trying something with any of these, and it wasn’t going to be fucking themself for someone’s sick entertainment. the tv… maybe if they could turn it on, they’d have a light source! that’s a start! they felt around the bottom of the screen’s back, and found a button. they pressed it, and the tv came to life with light! just light, in fact. a video of a small sphere of golden light dancing across the black screen. it moved around so… smoothly? it left a little trail of sparkles behind it that quickly faded away, but Beth didn’t pay much attention to them. they were busy following the ball of light around. is this some kinda message, or just a dumb screensaver? why put the tv in here if the only thing it’s gonna play is the fucking screensaver?
well, whatever, at least they could get a better look around the room now, in this soft, warm light. the walls of it were so far away, and its one thick-looking door seemed to Beth to be a whole kilometer away. suddenly, they felt so small and helpless they could cry. no, they were not letting themself give up now, they were gonna get out of whatever this fucked up place is. they saw the security cameras and megaphones in each corner of this room and they were determined to not let whoever did this to them see any tears. even if it meant repressing their feelings a bit. ok, so, new stuff to work with, cameras and megaphones. megaphones. holy shit how did they not notice this sound until now.
ever since Beth turned the tv on, this low humming sound was playing in the room. occasionally, as they’ve now noticed, it was interrupted by a click that echoed through the emptiness almost in tune with the humming. this has to mean the video was intentional, but what on earth was all of this supposed to communicate? Beth turned to the tv again, sort of relieved that it wasn’t a dead end. almost glad to go back to staring at the strange light. but still, they understood nothing. it was just a pretty light. and just a humming sound. and just a clicking sound. after a while Beth did notice something. whenever there was a click something happened on the screen, but for some reason Beth never managed to catch what it was. dammit, they’d have to wait for the next one… dammit, there it was! shit…
it didn’t help that following the dancing light around in an otherwise pitch black room was doing a number on their eyes. actually, it wasn’t only their eyes that felt absolutely exhausted, it was Beth’s whole body. maybe the anxiety that washed over them before was for some reason washed away now, and left them totally out of gas. suddenly the fluffy pillows seemed a lot more appealing. ugh come on, they had to lock in, concentrate, what happens when there’s a click?
after who knows how long, and with an insane amount of effort from increasingly sleepy Beth, they got it. partially. whenever a click was heard, the ball of light flickered away and something else flashed in the center of the screen in the same gold hue. something that looked like words, but before Beth could ever make them out they disappeared again. they were sure it was the same phrase every time, but however hard they tried to recall those moments, it was like they’d blanked out. whenever Beth heard a click, they would… blank out.
what the hell were they doing. the door to the fucking cage was behind their back and here they were staring at this stupid tv for way too long. someone could walk in here at any moment and do god knows what, and Beth was wasting precious time. this thing was a distraction, they had to do something else. but as Beth tore their eyes away from the screen and tried looking for anything else to pay attention to… there was nothing. nothing about their conditions had changed, and they had no clue what to do. the door was still held so tight by the lock it was like they were melded together. the dildo was still sitting in the corner, and with every passing moment it felt more and more like it was placed there to mock Beth. and they were so, so tired and so lost, and so afraid. Beth lied down, wrapped themself in a blanket and stared at the screen until their eyes closed without them even noticing.
Beth woke up some time later, feeling a little better. that’s something, at least. maybe now they had more energy to figure this out. starting with that video. it was still playing, in fact everything around Beth seemed to be right as it was. so nobody came in here, at least they didn’t do anything inside the cage. maybe Beth had more time then they thought. they let out a small smile as they eagerly followed the ball of light and waited for each click. the words… two words, they thought, one long and then one short. Beth didn’t notice how deep and slow and calm their breath was, or how they would take lazy blinks that spanned minutes of time.
mindless… pet. that’s it! mindless pet! that’s what it said on the screen, they finally got it! Beth was overjoyed by this victory. Beth was also horny. huh. they didn’t catch on to how pent up they’d gotten while concentrating on the screen, nor did they wonder why their body felt so warm and tingly and sensitive. they could masturbate a bit. they just made a big step, they could reward themself a little. plus, by the looks of it they weren’t leaving anytime soon anyway. eventually, but… they could masturbate a bit. after telling themself that they’ll work on understanding what “mindless pet” could possibly mean right after they were done rubbing one out, Beth fucked their soaked pussy with the graciously provided dildo. they couldn’t remember cumming.
eyes slowly fluttering open, Beth woke up laying in their cage, face mere centimeters away from the tv screen. they stretched and looked around a bit. the door looked different. it took Beth a few good moments to point out to themself what was off, and they had to start over a few times whenever there was another click. no lock on the door. they could open it. they should probably do that. but as Beth’s hands clumsily fumbled with the handle and sliding mechanism, and as they tried really hard to think about how those work, they felt all tuckered out again. trying to figure stuff out was too tiring and frustrating for Beth now, and they realized… they were just too stupid to get out of their cage.
Beth turned back around to their tv and let the pretty light take all their attention again. it was fun to follow the pretty light. it was fun to hear the click and go blank. and it was really fun to be a mindless pet, even if Beth still needed some help understanding what that meant. but then, the screen went dark. the tv turned off. luckily, Beth didn’t even have enough time to get concerned about that before a nice lady showed up in their room and opened their cage’s door for them. she gave Beth a satisfied smile as she fastened a collar and leash onto their neck before giving them a big pet, pressing down on a handheld clicker a few times and taking Beth away to learn what a mindless pet does for its owner.
Elven ambassador Kitarai Starflower has come to the orcish town of Kudri to finish negotiating a trade agreement with their leader, Maazen Vyal. The discussion gets exactly as messy and intimate as she hoped it would.
This story contains the following elements: Gangbang, Size Difference, Size Queen/Size Kink, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Creampie, Belly Bulge
3.7k of tiny elf x big, fat, sexy orcs. F/M & F/F (some of the women have cocks some of the men have cunts)
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I liked my elf/orc story so much i decided to make it a Proper Book! (mostly because i wanted to make a fun cover: and this was one of the most fun covers i've made so far)
