His Toy
𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠𝕥: Sour candy!
Word count: 1.7k
Summary: Rammot never had the chance to have something for himself, but after finding you and your sick liking for pain, he's sure he just found his match.
Tags & CW/TW: NSFW, Rammot x Reader, slight masochism, slight sadism, monsterfucking(?)
𝔾𝕠 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟?
Rammot kills all of his prey. Right away or not, there was no reason to spare a human unless it was to prolong the excitement he’d feel from killing them. He fully expected you to be an easy target. You lived isolated from the rest of civilization right outside the hunting grounds for ants.
What he didn't expect was for you to get on your knees and offer… something different from the rest. Needless to say, he was intrigued. What ways could he torture you in this way?
His love for seeing the pain in his victims eyes was almost better than the feeling of killing them. You, however, were very proof that pain looked better on prettier faces.
At first he was going to kill you off after using you, but the way you looked while holding back tears trying to fit his large cock in your mouth… the way your whines vibrated against him and the way your swollen cheeks looked after he abused them… you made it hard to get rid of you.
Which is what led him here today. Why did you never move? He didn't need to question you why and you never wanted to admit your reasoning to yourself.
There was no schedule. He’d just show up at your home every so often...though it seemed to be mostly when he became frustrated nowadays. When killing no longer brought excitement, he’d go to you.
The whole situation with the king and squads was way too complicated at that point because of the queen's death. Many of the leaders left the original nest to start their own or went to serve the king. Despite many changes happening within the nest, his position in power never really changed much, and that was the frustrating part.
Don't get him wrong, he loved serving the king. Afterall, that is what he was meant for. But damn… he never really had anything he could call his own. He fantasized about owning his own nest and being above the rest and finally being able to call something his own… but he knew better.
“Can we try something different today?” you asked. He was already getting ready for the usual routine of him laying on the bed with on your knees letting him use you as he pleased. What was this something new you wanted to try? He knew you knew he’d kill you at any moment you tried anything sketchy so unless you had come up with a secret plan, it wasn't revenge. Most likely sexual.
“Eh…” His pride was too high to admit that you were the only human he had sexual relations with. He had no clue on what to do with himself. The only thing he knew how to do was shove it down your throat. He didn't answer but he was still hesitant.
You could tell he didn't have a clue as to what you were hinting at so you got onto the bed and undressed yourself before gesturing for him to lean against the bed frame at the end of your bed. He was able to get the hint then. He’s spied on some humans in the act and even seen a couple of ants do so… he’s just never done so himself. He had only mouth fucked you so he had no clue on what to do. He reluctantly let you mount him.
You lined yourself up with him before slowly easing down and… fuck you felt so good. Your warm walls squeezing around his tip felt better than your tongue could ever do. And he didn't miss the hiss in your voice. Did stuffing his cock in your pussy really get that noise from you?
“Fffuck~ why didnt you suggest this earlier.” he breathlessly said out loud to himself. You didn't answer him. Not because you didn't hear him but because you couldn't… you were determined to fit all of him.
You continued to lower yourself slowly. The only thing keeping him from slamming you down and fucking you until he cums right then and there was the look you had. You were obviously in over your head and didn't realize how big he was until you were being filled with him. Watching you whine while deepthroating him was one thing… but the view he had now was so much better. The way your eyes would roll back anytime you reached a new length, the way you would
You had so much concentration in your eyes, focusing on trying to bottom out with him while convincing yourself not to give up.
The stretch he was giving you was almost too painful but you liked it this way. You were used to him stretching you out in other ways. You would never tell him, but you had been planning to do this since the last time he visited. You wanted to feel him in other ways so a pain like this was more so pleasurable, rewardable even.
However, the more you were able to fit, the more he became impatient. He wanted to savor this moment and watch as your face twisted in that weird mix of pain and pleasure but you were practically teasing him at this point. He knew but this starting and stopping act was gonna make him cum before you could even feel all of you. With each pause you had, he could feel your cunt squeezing around him in an attempt to adjust. It was all getting too much… a little push from him would hurt right?
Rammot started off slow, only gently rocking into you at the same rhythm as you. You could tell he was getting impatient so you attempted to pick up the pace a bit for him. As you did so, he held a deadly grip on your thighs; to the point that it would for sure leave bruises. You knew that was purposeful considering his sadistic tendencies and to be honest, that alone was enough to get some extra escaped moans from you.
You were getting so close to being able to fit all him and you could feel your orgasm slowly arriving. You held onto his shoulders while resting your head on his chest as you watched yourself work yourself down.
Rammot did not like this.
He liked staring at the sick pleasure in your eyes. He liked watching the way you bit your lip when you were obviously trying to hide your moans from him and he wanted to see your reaction for what he was going to do.
He grabbed your chin and forced your head up so that you were looking straight at him. “I don’t feel like waiting anymore.” he told you before letting go of thighs to grab you just above the waist. You watched as a twisted grin spread across his face right before he thrusted up, forcing the rest of himself inside you.
He wanted to throw some cool lines in afterwards but with the way your cunt was gripping him, the way he could feel your heavy breathing on your neck, and the way you had thrown yourself against his chest for some extra grip… he couldn't think straight. You were truly dangerous for him with your reactions. He was pretty sure he caught an addiction to you right there.
He didn't even wait for the say so from you. He just went straight into fucking you.
As much as you liked to hide it… there was one thing Rammot learned pretty quickly about you. You liked the way he used you. You liked the way he would force his dick down your throat, you liked the way he’d grab your hair as he fucked your tongue and you loved the way he took over your pace for a much rougher one of his liking. You were as sick as he was. The rougher his thrust went, the louder you got. His tip was touching all the right spots and you couldn't get enough.
He was attempting to savor the moment but the way your gummy walls were gripping him now was just too much. He wrapped his wings around you before pinning your back to the bed, bucking your lower half upwards, before fucking you at a much rougher, faster pace. His goal changed from watching your reaction to getting himself to cum inside you as fast as he could. The room was filled with uneven sloppy slaps of him using and fucking you wet cunt.
You were getting so close; the heat from him above you, the unsteady breathing coming from the both of you, the way he could reach deeper inside you from this position…your mind was going into overdrive with how good you felt. You completely forgot how much you were struggling beforehand.
“I-i’m going to--!!” you were seeing stars before you could even finish your sentence.
Rammot kept up with his pace even after you reached your orgasm, causing your pour hole to feel overstimulated. He continued doing so until he reached his end and had cum inside of you, mixes of both of your arousals overflowing around his dick.
You let go of the grip you didn't even know you had on him to allow him to get up. He sat up to admire the aftermath. The bruises on your thighs from his nails were starting to become more visible. Your fucked out face alone was almost enough for him to become hard again.
And he always loved the evidence of pain he’s put on others but, though small, he was starting to feel some marks on his back that he’s confident was from you. In both of your lustful states, neither of you realized the grip you had on him that led to a small sting. Maybe he’d let you give him so more of those next time.
He was pretty sure he was going to explode with pride.
Being so low on the hierarchy, he was used to having nothing for himself. Of course he loved serving the king and he understood his only life purpose was to serve for him… but when he was holding you in his arms, it made him strangely excited.
Looking at the marks on your thighs he caused and feeling the afterburn of the marks you left around his back and neck, those were all from you. His toy.
For once, something was his and he wasn't going to share.