°˖✧ prisoner ✧˖°
Dom!Childe x fem!Reader (NSFW) - Request
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
SUMMARY: Childe decides to break the mind of his prisoner.
WARNING(S): Assault, slight non-con, kidnapping, name-calling, mentions of death, degrading, mind-breaking, manipulation, tentacles, orgasm denial, monsterfucking, size kink, electricity, overstim
CHARACTER(S): Childe
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I-I... might have gone all-out here... heh...
"Hey, girlie," Childe purred as he opened the door. "Have you been good today? Were the men nice to you?" He set down his bow on the table.
You glared at him, not giving him the satisfaction of an answer. You were huddled in a corner of the room, your knees tucked to your chest so nobody could see that your clothes did very little in the way of covering you up.
That had been Childe's intention, of course. You were wearing a skimpy little outfit that exposed your chest, ass, and front. Basically everything.
"Come here, girlie," Childe crooned, sitting down in a chair and spreading his arms. "Come on, (y/n). Or do I have to make you?"
You stayed where you were, refusing to move despite a wave of fear at the veiled threat in Childe's singsong voice. You knew what Childe could do—would do—to the people that displeased him. Oh, you knew.
Once, one of Childe's subordinates had burst into your room and groped you. You had stayed silent out of fear, knowing that a shout could bring half a dozen men with equally awful intentions running to you. Childe obviously hadn't been around at the time; if he had, the man wouldn't have dared to enter your room.
At least he didn't live long. Childe made sure of that.
"Girlie, you know I'm saving you," Childe said playfully, pouting. "Or do you want to be thrown in the real Fatui prisons?" He stood and walked over, hauling you to your feet and pressing you against the wall.
"Mmm..." Childe murmured as he began to squeeze your tits, his fingers gently circling your buds. You closed your eyes, hating and loving how heat was rising in your body at even this slight touch. Childe leaned forward, gently kissing and sucking your neck in a way that made your knees shudder. "Good girl."
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to imagine yourself anywhere else as Childe gently wrapped his arms around your thighs, stroking the sensitive skin.
You mind went to the day you had been captured. It had been a beautiful day, perfect for a stroll in the countryside. You had the irrational feeling you were bring followed, but you rarely got a day off from work. You wanted to enjoy the day outside.
That had been a terrible idea. Now you would never escape. Childe tugged at you gently, and you gave up, slumping to the floor.
"There's a good girl," Childe said, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You could feel his hard cock straining through the fabric of his pants. He held you easily with one hand as if you were a baby. "You can't just leave me like this, girlie. I could hardly focus on my missions." You heard the sound of a bottle popping open.
"Nnngh—" you gasped as Childe brushed his fingers, slick with lube, against your entrance. Your body throbbed with lust. "Mmm—ah—"
"Good girl." Childe's thumb found your clit, and you whined, wrapping your trembling arms around him. He pushed a finger inside you, your walls giving way as he explored your cunt. You buried your face in his shoulder, wanting him and hating him at the same time.
"N-Nnnngh—" you moaned softly as Childe pushed a second finger in, curling them right into your sweet spot. His thumb made lazy circles on your clit, light touches that did nothing to soothe your raging desire. "Childe..."
"Yes, dear?" Childe asked, idly brushing your clit as his fingers pumped inside you. You could feel your own wetness seeping onto him. "Is something the matter, girlie?" His fingers pressed into your sweet spot, making you gasp and arch your back.
This was all part of the game; he wanted you to submit to him. It wasn't because he cared about you. He simply enjoyed the thrill of victory.
And you didn't care anymore.
"Childe—p-please..." You looked up at him. "F-Fill me up..." Your cunt ached with desire, your body begging for more.
"Okay, girlie." Childe's eyes glinted like a wolf's. He swiftly carried you over to the chair, sitting down and positioning you in his lap. He undid his pants, his cock hard and ready. His hands settled on your waist, guiding you so his cock brushed your folds. You looked at his face, his eyes wild with ecstasy as he slammed your hips down, sheathing himself in one go.
"MMMM—ah—YES—" you screamed as Childe bounced you on his cock, hitting your sweet spot again and again. Your body grew as limp as a rag doll as Childe fucked you. You leaned against his chest, gripping his shoulders as he pounded you. The sound of skin slapping wetly against skin filled the room.
You felt something wet slide up your folds and settle on your clit. You recognized the smooth texture of one of Childe's hydro tentacles. "H-hah...?"
"You seem to like these," Childe whispered. "I've been perfecting them for you, you needy little slut." The tentacle found your clit, stroking it and sending pleasure radiating through your body with every movement.
"Mmm—no—not there—" you gasped, feeling your climax build, the familiar knot of tension growing in your stomach. The tentacle on your clit, the way Childe was fucking you, it was too much, too much, yet so good...
"Fuck—fuck—fuck—" you babbled, your eyes rolling back in your head, your whole body jolting with every thrust. "Ahfuckfuckfuck—"
Childe's breathing quickened. The tentacle suddenly tugged on your clit, wrapping itself around its tiny base and pumping. "AH—gonna cum—gonna cum—" you moaned. The tentacle squirmed, stimulating your clit all over as Childe pounded your cunt hard enough to make your legs jolt.
"CUMMING—" you screamed as your orgasm erupted, pleasure surging through your body. You creamed around Childe's cock, your walls tightening around his length. He growled as he came, slamming all the way inside. You felt his hot cum filling you up, your cunt shuddering. "A-Ah..."
The tentacle slipped off your clit as Childe pulled out, admiring how your hole was gaping slightly. The tentacle grew in size and stuffed itself in, plugging up your hole. You gasped, your body still twitching from your high. You felt the tentacle expand inside you, molding against your hot, slick walls.
"Don't spill any of it, girlie." Childe playfully flicked your throbbing clit, making you cry out, as he pulled up his pants. "I'll be back later. Be a good girl while I'm gone, okay? No having fun without me." Your fucked-out mind barely registered the words.
After a while, the world came back into focus. You sat up, your mind still reeling from the sheer pleasure of your orgasm. "Ugh..."
The tentacle seemed to have swollen in size; you could feel a slight, but not painful, stretch. You patted its base, trying to feel how big the blue tentacle was, your eyes widening as you realized it was... quite sizable.
You squirmed, suddenly turned on by the thought. But as you reached for your clit, the end of the tentacle suddenly extended, forming a hollow dome over your clit and folds. You poked at it, but it didn't budge. "Hey—!" you whined, squirming with desire. You remembered what Childe had said before he left. "That's not fair..."
You were having a wrestling match with a shockingly stubborn tentacle when Childe suddenly entered the room. You froze. "Ah..."
"Oh my, playing without me? How selfish, girlie." Childe pouted. "Well, bad girls need to be punished, and I have just the thing in mind..."
He arched his back, slowly rising into the air. Bright purple sparks flew and curled around his limbs. You threw your arms over your head as electricity shot out of his body in all directions. "Wha—"
"You can look now, (y/n)," Childe rumbled. His voice was deeper, more guttural. "Come on."
You slowly lowered your arms, staring at Childe's Foul Legacy form in awe and terror. Your eyes widened as you saw his cock, a mix of horror and fascination stirring in your stomach.
You swallowed. "U-Um..." That... couldn't possibly fit, could it? Could it?
"I've been stretching you with the tentacle for a while. You should be fine," Childe growled. He walked over to you, bending down to lift you effortlessly in his powerful arms. You got a close-up view of his throbbing cock.
It was enormous, covered with ridges and bumps. Only the tip was made of smooth, glistening skin. He grabbed the little bottle, which looked comical in his oversized hands, and practically emptied it over his cock. He reached for you, his claws gently wrapping around your waist.
You gulped as Childe carefully positioned you over him, the tentacle popping out of your cunt. "Deep breath, girlie." He began to push down.
"Mmm... nnngh..." you whimpered as Childe slowly lowered you onto his cock. "Nnngh..." The stretch was there, but bearable, and the ridges felt even better than you had imagined. You gasped as his tip pressed against your sweet spot, your cunt clenching around him. Stars fluttered in your vision as Childe finally bottomed out.
Childe let out a rumble of approval as he pressed his palm against your stomach, feeling his cock inside you. You whimpered as a fat hydro tentacle attached itself to your throbbing, needy clit. Two more stuck themselves to your tits.
"C-Childe...?" you whispered. "What are you doing?"
"Hold on, girlie. This is going to be a good ride."
With that, Childe began to pound into you. His thick, hard cock mercilessly abused your cunt, your legs spasming with every thrust as he fucked you. "Oooh—oh fu—ck—ah—MORE—MORE—CHILDE—" His cock was amazing, better than anything you had ever felt.
You screamed as the tentacles began to suck on your clit and tits, the combined pleasure driving you insane. Your clit throbbed, the tentacle tightening around the little bud as Childe's cock reduced you to a sobbing, screaming, begging mess.
"OH—AH—AH—" You shrieked as the tentacles sparked with purple, electricity zipping through your clit. "YES—YES—AHHHH—GONNA CUMMM—"
"You know they can all hear you, right?" Childe rasped in your ear, slowing down as he spoke and purposely missing your sweet spot as you danced on the edge of bliss.
"Shut—up—and—fuck—me—" you gasped, writhing on his cock.
Childe chuckled. "Your impudence will not go unpunished." He picked up his pace again, slamming into your sweet spot as your clit hummed under the tentacle.
You screamed as you came, your back arching, your limbs spasming. Childe fucked you through your orgasm, his grip tightening on you. "Don't even dream of escaping this, girlie."
"No—I—no—" you wailed as the pleasure gave way to overstimulation. You thrashed, trying to throw off the tentacle squeezing your clit. It held on, sucking harder. "No—not again—"
"Shut up and fuck me, I think you said," Childe hissed in your ear, abusing your core. The tentacle pinched your clit, clamping down on it. Electricity surged through the tentacle. "We're not stopping 'til I say so, you hear?" You moaned in response, your body shaking as Childe thrust inside you.
You howled as you came again, creaming all over Childe. "No—no more—please—" Your cunt spasmed, your body helpless as Childe stimulated you again and again. The tentacle wrapped itself around the base of your clit, rubbing every part of it.
You came two more times before Childe suddenly grunted and sped up, his thrusts growing frantic. You babbled incoherently, your mind lost in the grip of another orgasm.
"Hnngh—" Childe snarled as he slammed inside you, your walls shuddering around his length as you came again. You felt his climax exploding inside you, thick, hot cum coating your insides.
The tentacles stopped, slipping off your tired, worn-out, trembling body. He slowly pulled out of your used hole, angling you so that nothing could dribble out of you. Childe smiled, admiring your gaping entrance.
The thick tentacle from before shoved in again, plugging you up. Childe gently laid you on the floor, your legs spasming. He flicked your clit, making your body jolt.
"I think you've finally gotten used to the idea of being my prisoner," he remarked, watching you whimper.