Yandere!Dragon treats you like the crown jewel of his entire existence. Dragons are biologically driven to hoard precious, beautiful things, and the second he laid eyes on you, his instinct labeled you as his permanent property. He doesn't care about gold, gems, or ancient artifacts; your cold skin, your elegant fangs, and your immortal grace are the only treasures he cares about protecting.
Yandere!Dragon is obsessed with your cold temperature. Because his own body naturally runs incredibly hot, his blood practically boiling with draconic fire, he treats you like his personal cooling system. He loves pulling you into his lap and wrapping his massive, leather-scaled wings completely around you, effectively trapping you against his chest. He’ll sigh happily as your icy, vampire energy balances out his heat, completely ignoring the fact that you literally cannot move until he lets you go.
Yandere!Dragon handles your nocturnal lifestyle by creating the ultimate, sun-blocked sanctuary. He knows the sun is your literal kryptonite, so he took over a massive, deep cavern complex or a heavily fortified, windowless estate and turned it into a luxury "nest." He’s lined the floors with the softest furs, silks, and velvet blankets, making sure you have absolutely no reason to ever leave the dark safety of his territory.
Yandere!Dragon has a terrifyingly possessive attitude toward your feeding habits. He flat-out refuses to let you hunt or feed on random humans. Instead, he insists that you take your blood directly from him. Because dragons possess incredible vitality and hyper-accelerated healing, you can feed on him heavily without ever putting his life in danger. He gets a dark, intoxicating rush whenever your fangs pierce his scales, whispering about how your immortality is literally being sustained by his fire.
Yandere!Dragon goes into a state of pure, destructive rage if anyone else gets too close to you. If a werewolf, a human hunter, or even another vampire looks at you for too long, his draconic eyes will slit, and smoke will literally start curling from his nostrils. He doesn't just scare threats away; he obliterates them. He’ll remind you with a low, rumbling growl that he can burn down entire kingdoms if they try to take you from him.
Yandere!Dragon weaponizes your natural vampire weaknesses to keep you dependent on him. He knows you can't cross running water easily or handle bright sunlight, so he purposefully picked a territory surrounded by roaring rivers and harsh day-lit valleys. He will happily carry you across any obstacle in his dragon form, but he makes it very clear that without his wings to shield you and his strength to move you, you are completely stranded.
Yandere!Dragon views your immortality as a divine sign that you were made for each other. Dragons live for millennia, and the fact that you won't age or die of sickness means he never has to worry about losing his hoard to time. He’ll hold you tight in the dark of his nest, his heavy tail resting across your waist like a seatbelt, completely satisfied knowing that for the next thousand years, you belong entirely to him.
Yandere!Dragon is actually just the latest in a long, ridiculous line of dragons who completely lost their minds over vampires. It’s a massive running joke in his family. His grandfather married a noble vampire countess, his father married a rogue vampire assassin, and his older brother’s nest is already packed with black velvet coffin-beds. When he first brought you home, the men in his family didn't even look surprised; they just sighed, handed him the "welcome to the coven" handbook, and said, "Yep, the family curse strikes again."
Yandere!Dragon gets aggressively roasted at family gatherings because his yandere behavior is so incredibly predictable to them. While he’s sitting there glaring at the servants, wrapping his wings tightly around you, and lowkey snarling if anyone looks your way, his dad is just drinking wine and laughing. "Look at him, he’s doing the exact same brooding thing I did when I met your mother. let the poor kid breathe, son, they aren't going to evaporate."
Yandere!Dragon hates how comfortable you get around his family’s vampire in-laws. Because his brother’s and father’s wives are also vampires, your arrival basically sparked an immediate, exclusive group chat. They understand exactly what it’s like to be hoarded by hyper-possessive, fire-breathing lizards. If you ever complain about how suffocating his nest is, your new sister-in-law will just pat your hand and say, "Oh, honey, just freeze his tail when he sleeps, he’ll loosen his grip instantly."
The family dynamic makes his possessiveness ten times funnier but no less intense. When you guys visit the family estate, the architecture is already fully optimized for you. There are massive sun-blocking curtains everywhere, subterranean tunnels, and zero silver decor. Your dragon gets incredibly frustrated because he can’t use the "the outside world is too dangerous for a fragile vampire" excuse when his mom is literally outside in a giant sun-hat, casually tending to her night-blooming gardens.
Yandere!Dragon tries so hard to prove that his bond with his vampire is the most superior one in the family tree. During family dinners, he’ll loudly brag about how your fangs are sharper, or how your icy skin feels the best against his fire scales. His older brother will literally roll his eyes and start a bidding war over whose vampire partner has the higher body count from their days of human hunting. It’s just a room full of terrifying, ancient dragons aggressively flexing how much they spoil their respective bloodsuckers.
Yandere!Dragon gets highly defensive when his father tries to give him advice on "dietary maintenance." Since dragon blood is the standard food source in their household, his dad will criticize his healing speed. "You're looking a little pale, son, are you letting them feed properly? Back in my day, I could let your mother drain me twice a week and still burn down a village the next morning." It drives your partner insane because he wants his relationship with you to be private, but his entire bloodline is treating it like a team sport.
At the end of the night, when you two finally escape back to his personal nest, his possessive facade comes right back. He’ll lock the massive stone doors, pull you into his lap, and bury his face in your neck, letting out a low, rumbling pout. "Don't listen to my brother. and don't listen to his wife. You're my hoard, not theirs. I don't care if 'everyone' marries a vampire, you're the only one that matters to me."
Can we get a tiny look into what it would look like with a succubus reader and aodh 👀👀👀👀
Maybe a tiny look into them doing the deed and how aodh would look like being with someone who's as lustful as him if not more
"Come on, little Prince. Give me your all." You purr out lord, rocking you hips up and down Aodh shaft voraciously.
This is something you cannot contain anymore. This ever pent up lust, eating at your core and insides, this never dying fire sending you aflame, your skin now reddish scorching to the touch.
This is devouring you alive.
This craving of sex and passion.
Of a shaft between your thighs.
And you knew one who would give it all to stay between your legs just a second more.
"Take all that you wan of me, (Y/n)… Use my body as you wish…!" He pants and begs, silver eyes rolling inside his head, his blond mane spread around him like flower petals.
It is a real sight to see.
Aodh the Proud, on his knees, almost agonizing for your touch, pleading for more of your wet warmth.
"I intend to, little Prince." You smile you new fangs at him, letting a regal laugh escape you.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah… It feels good.
You feel alive.
Burning but alive.
"Don't waste a drop,l-love…!" He orders in his bliss, gasping for air, his back arching deliciously.
"Do no command me, elf. I am the one in charge in this Bedroom." You hiss at him; baring your teeth angry for fresh flesh.
"Yes…! Yes…!" He answers, lost in his sensation, "Your pussy is so warm… I feel myself slipping in…"
You slam your hips harshly against his, riding him to ecstasy, silently telling him that he may be a Prince, but you are the Queen in the sheets.
He may preside his lil' elves all he wants, between those walls he answers to you.
You descend upon him one last time and he spills himself in you, begging for you mercy, at the end of his wits.
You purr feeling his creamy seed spreading again inside your cunt, harvesting his essence for your sustenance.
'"Again, little Prince?" You purr, pressing you to him, your tail wiping the air, snaking around his calf.
He doesn't responds.
You poke his cheek one, two, three times…
He fainted. Exhausted.
Oh well…
You remember his cute twin. Different auras, different tastes.
You are also hungry for cute souls. Maybe you'll pay him a visit.
What do you think about a yandere Prince merman story? Where it takes place medieval times setting, where reader lives near the port in a beach house by the ocean. Reader is an aristocratic living there for a time being bc she lives by the ocean, she isn't the most lady like and loves running through the waters and swimming.
She met the mer prince when she was a child playing in the ocean. She ends up climbing some rocks and sees a mer prince who was also a child at the time. She new the warnings of merfolk but she couldn't help how pretty he looked. They ended up becoming friends and they met almost every day playing, keeping their friendship a secret. Since merfolk and humans dont get along bc humans trash the ocean, and merfolk causes ships and people to crash and lose their lives. (They're territorial; imagine that with their mates heh)
Reader was raised but she didn't think all merfolk were bad and the mer prince didn't think all humans were bad.
They later grew up and develop feelings for each other and end up wondering in a cave far from civilization and ended up having sex it was both their first times and they were clumsy. After that they kept doing it and became fwb. He also uses magic to have human legs to stay in the beach house with reader on multiple days on end. Sleeping in the same bed and making love countlessly.
But one day reader is given unfortunate news. Her parents had plan to wed her to another aristocrat man where she'd have to live very far in the mainland. She tells the mer prince the news and he becomes heartbroken; he begs and pleads about what they had and reader explained crying it wasn't her choice, her parents had arranged it. He ponders later that night and concludes that if she's pregnant she'd stay with him.
So he tries his best to bed her as much as possible so she carries his child because he believes that'll make her stay with him. Which is hard when the reader's fiance is there to get to know her and the future they have together. Mer prince gets upset and jealous over reader's fiance bc he doesnt like any other man near his mate. He claws at the walls when he sees them together. He just knows later that night he needs fucks her hard and rough and ensure he breeds a her.
Random mer prince notes
- He is blue
- Merfolk can use magic to have human legs but theres a time limit (or if they hit water); some actually have human forms
- merfolks eyes shine like gems/glitter. this doesnt change when they use magic to gain legs or have a human form. Other merfolk can tell but most humans can't; only a handful can (human eyes aren't sharp enough; but the reader can tell)
-mer prince has 10 brothers and 10 sisters (they werent keen on their brother having a human as his mate: let alone breeding)
- sex in merfolk culture is sacred and when they do it, it means ur mated. Mer prince believes that him and reader are mates and thats why he hasnt confessed his love while reader thinks its a fwb.
-merpince dick is also blue, his dick stays in the vibrant glowing glue that is Similar to a tentacle but it can hit all the right spots.
- merprince has a breeding kink
- he also became a yandere when he started sleeping with reader bc its his mate. He found gis little human cute ans wanted to make her his bc his parents have been pressuring him to get married.
- when he tells his parents his mate is human the flip out and question why. He states it'll help human and merfolk (his underwater kingdom's ppl) relationship mend from human pollution and what not ( in the end it does; they come up with a truce and they lice happily ever after with a bunch of fish kids)
Lol sorry if this is a lot. My mind likes to ramble anyways i thought i share my merman thoughts
Yandere! Merman x Noble F!reader — MDNI! TW: Fantasy setting, Merman!yandere, medieval settings, Nobility, Dry humping, P in V, Doggy, creampies, somnophilia, breeding kink, Yandere tries to get Reader pregnant without her knowledge.
This is a one shot/2 chapters story max.
"You are beautiful my Lady." The Sir says, his arm offering stability as you walk through the garden of your beach house.
"Thank you, my Lord." You respond politely.
"I am very pleased by our recent engagement. You please me greatly."
"…Thank you."
"And what a charming abode you live in. I can already see our children frolicking here, our sons learning war and our daughters learning how to sew. A group of bards just here, to soothe the mood of hot afternoons. This would be a perfect hunting lodge for me and me boys!"
You simply gulp. The idea of your secret nest getting defiled by that man and his passion for killing poor creatures is devastating to you. This is your refuge, your intimate cocoon offered by your parents, and he already claims on it like you are already married.
"You shall give me plenty of boys, ready for battle and audacious! But only 1 or 2 girls, for I want not to ruin my fortune on useless lives, we all know how profligate females are! I'd rather buy a full armor to mine boy than an nth dress to thine girl."
"… I see."
"We should build an extra aisle just here!" He explains his grand plan for your house, "There I should receive my mistresses in peace. you should be friend with them, they could teach you how to please your man in bed. I want a virgin, but not a prude!" And he explodes laughing raucously.
It hurts your ears. You pretend to readjust your barbet to wipe off a tear. He lets go of your arm and walk further, explaining in details what he intends to destroy and remodel to his desires. You turn your head to the ocean with a terrible longing, and approach the stone wall, taking support on it to admire the setting sun far away.
And your heart sighs.
It sighs for the touch of your bel-ami, for that mysterious aquatic Prince who promised you the moon and the stars. You remember your childhood memories with him, swimming in secret when your chaperone thought you were sleeping. You'd have never learn how to swim if it was not for your ami. None of your entourage even knew you could swim. This is too unladylike, according to them.
You gulp, eyes fixed on the peaceful waves under you, at the feet of the cliff. If only he was here… To capture you and bring you in his castle of sea pearls, like one of those scandalous little books your friends helped you get, giggling in secret. Your parents would disavow you and your chaperone would swoon learning that you were not pure anymore.
That you were touched by a man before your marriage.
By a MerPrince…
But thus be such a shame? Such infamy to learn the language of love in the arms of a trusted friend? It felt right on the moment, like it was the natural flow of your flesh to meet his at last. But thus be your wicked female flesh talking. Your weak and corruptible woman mind. You should not have give in to the throws of passion and kept yourself pure, your flower intact for your husband.
But to think that this… Brute could have been your first and only? It sickens you, makes you feel weak and ready to swoon.
This is the true ignominy. That… Man. That Lord, who talks like he already owns all of you, down to the thinnest of hair. This makes you want to puke.
But you are only but a woman. What can you truly do?
You should have join a group of Beguines in the North and left this life behind.
But how could you?
Abandon your Bel-ami like that? His absence would be torture! You want to see him and listen to his laugh everyday, or life is just not worth living. This Lord may be your future husband but he'll never be your friend! This place in your heart is filled by only one being, and sea and earth separate you most for most of the year…
"Mine Lady! You should listen to me!" The Lord suddenly barks behind your back.
"I am sorry, my Lord." You spun toward him, modestly approaching.
"A good woman listens to her man in all matters of thing!"
"I… Yes, me Lord. I was just overflowed by that feeling of nostalgia, being here."
"Nostalgia? You use such big words."
"I have pleasant memories here, and I miss a dear friend of mine…"
"You should forget them. They belong to your former life, now only me and our future children should matter."
You feel your throat drying out, and your dig your nails in the fabric of your Houppelande.
"You should not make such a grave face, mine Lady. You art to be wedded to me. Rejoice!" He laughs again, pressing you against him, making you shiver. You jump when you feel his hand grab your buttocks and you hurry out of his embrace.
"Milord!" You protest.
"What? This is mine, I shall grope it when I wish it." He frowns at you.
You gasp, afraid to have angered him and what he could do.
"I… I am sorry, my Lord, my menses mess with my spirit."
"Your…?" He spits on the ground, "You shall not speak to me about your bloody business. This is repugnant."
"Yes, milord
"And be sure for it to be done on the wedding night. I do not want to deal with a woman's attitude."
"… Yes, milord."
"Come, come! I have great projects for this place!"
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Silently, he observes.
Only his eyes are visible above the surface, but he sees like a hawk, and have no difficulties recognizing you up there, in that stone house of yours.
With that man…
That fiance.
He feels his gills opening wide under water with ire. His entire body tensing and ready to pounce. If he could crawl on the surface, climb up there, where you are, he would kill that man.
That impudent who laid claim on his mate.
His female.
His woman.
His betrothed.
His other-half.
You.
"What do you intend to do, little brother?" A gentle voice rises behind him.
"Save her, obviously."
"How?"
"I'll find a way." He growls lowly, before turning to his sister, "Tell me, how would you react if mother and father chose you a mate?" He asks, hissing at the news he received earlier in the morning.
"I'd kill him."
Simple and straight to the point.
"Why doesn't she do the same?" He wonders, his gaze returning on you, so far away.
"I do not know. Maybe she is just weak?"
He snaps his head, baring his fangs at her with a warning growl.
She just explode laughing.
"I see you are truly bitten, brother. This is terribly entertaining to see. I will not prevent your plans for her." She tells him before spinning away, "But do not expect any of us to help your… Deviancy…" And she dives under water.
Leaving him alone under the setting sun.
He sighs, his heart longing for you, his eyes crying for your sight, his ears ringing for your delicate voice. He extends his webbed hand toward your figure, out of reach, and holds his palm open, like you were standing on it and he could pull you to him to kiss and cherish.
Tinglings in the back if his neck remember him that the spell will return tonight, for some hours. Just a fleeting moment to live his truth with you… Jus mere moment of true happiness, instantly teared off his grip when morning comes
How is mind aches for yours
How is body itches for your hugs.
How is soul craves you as a its mate.
His precious Lady from the surface.
His earthling fated.
Why must you be away most of the year, just to return with a filthy pig sniffing at your skirts?
Why stab him in the heart like that?
Didn't you accept him as your mate, too?
Did you not open your soul up to him and learned love and passion together?
His human.
His Lady.
His heart.
His pearl.
He shall come back.
He shall return and ensure his grip on you. Making sure the rest of the earthlings know you are bound to a MerPrince.
But he needs something first.
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You sigh, combing your hair at your dressing table, your barbet and filet tossed aside, in your simple tunic, away from any indiscreet male gazes.
"You do not appear happy, milady." Your chaperone says, preparing your next day dress and clothes.
"Do I, now?"
"You are to be wed soon. you should be happy. you aren't a child anymore."
"This is as you said. I am to be wedded." You admit, "Wedded to a stranger I know not and am expected to love like we were wedded ages ago."
"Thus is our fates as women. You'll get you use to it, milady. We all do."
"Do we? I thought cyanide and poisons were the Ladies companions of choice?"
"Milady!" She berates you, "You should stop with your attitude. The Lord is a powerful and good man, this is a blessing for you and you should be thankful to your parents to have found you such a good match."
You sigh once more, resting your comb on your dressing table, choosing to take refuge in silence.
"I remembered you more docile before, my Lady! Do not spoil that chance for yourself, or you will come to regret it!" She fustigates you before calming down, placing herself behind you to look at you through the mirror, "We wouldn't want that beauty withering, now won't we?"
You fidget your fingers in the linen of your dress, your gaze traveling to the side where the bouquet of exotic roses rests, gulping.
"Come on, my Lady, go to sleep. You'll feel better tomorrow already."
"Alright…"
She tidies your dressing table and helps you get rid off your tunic, to leave you in your cotton chemise and blows on the candles.
"Sweet dreams, my Lady." She whispers as you lay your head on your pillow.
And she closes the door.
You immediately rise in a sitting position, listening to the steps walking away.
Once you can only hear your beating heart in your ears, you jump on your feet and rush to the balcony. You push the oriental wooden separator and rush under the moon's light with a small mirror. You bend over the stoned barrier to look down with a beating heart.
But you see nothing but rocks and a precipice.
You take you small mirror and orientate it under the moonlight, creating a reflection in the dead of night. You hold it up high for the light to cross far and keep the pose.
After 5 minutes, when your arm is screaming in pain, you lower it down.
You've passed your message. Now to wait…
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You smell salt.
And let out a sigh, feeling a tender touch on your cheek.
"Wake up, mine amira…" A rich and suave voice sussures at the curve of your ear.
You open your eyes in a jolt. You fell asleep on our cushioned longe chair on your balcony, awaiting for your Bel-ami. You turn your head, discovering him sitting at the edge, looking at you covetously with his signature grin.
His long black hair frame his blueish skin, his green eyes shimmer discreetly, in his birth day suit, letting you appreciate his musculature like he was carved from marble by God Himself.
"Mine amira." He grins, kissing your hand delicately, the tip of his fangs brushing your thin skin, "I came as soon as I could."
"Naked?" You taunt.
"I am always like that underwater. This is you, with your garments and clothes who are backward."
You squint at each other before chuckling together lowly.
"Maybe." You admit, "But it is sometimes appreciable to have a layer on my skin. It is protecting."
"From his eyes?"
Ah… Straight to the point.
You sigh.
"Yes." You lower your gaze.
"Why don't you get rid of him, mine amira?" He demands, gently gripping your arm, "A blade at the throat and it is over."
"Oh no. It won't. A man like him does not simply die in anonymity, there will be trials and investigations. This would be the end of my own life…"
"Then I shall do it myself. If it's a blade the problem, I'll use my fangs and claws." And he stands up, heading straight toward your door.
"No!" You shout, jumping on your feet to rush after him.
You throw yourself at him, hugging him from behind to stop him, trying to hold him back.
"No, don't… Please…"
"Are you protecting him, or…?" He inquires coldly.
"Us. I am protecting us."
A clawed hand comes covering yourself tenderly, detaching you from him as he spins toward you.
"Amira… My (Y/n). I only want your happiness."
"I know, my friend, I know." You sigh with defeat, "But my means are limited here."
"I remembered you more carefree. More free spirited. Now you are stuck in a golden cage."
"We were young back then. Now we are adults. I have duties toward my family."
He keeps silent but his claws sharpen at your words.
Duties to your family, heh? And what about your duties to him? To your Mate?
Do not think you can escape those responsibilities toward him. You offered yourself to him, willingly. You opened to him the gates of your soul and let him bask in your light, and that you can never take back.
You are his.
His beloved.
His for all eternity, until the sea disintegrated your bones to sand.
And he cannot afford to have you forget it.
"And now, I-" You are silenced by a kiss, his mouth crashing on yours.
You yelp in surprise, but he doesn't release you, his hand gripping a fistful of hair to keep your head in place. His tongue rushes inside your mouth to meet and hug yours, groaning in the kiss loudly.
He advances with you in his arms, lifting you up easily until he has you pressed against the stoned column, placing his other hand under your buttock to hold you in place.
You wrap your legs around his waist to not fall, earning a pleased purr from your Bel ami as you inadvertently squeeze him tight.
He finally lets go of your mouth to allow you to breath, biting your lower lip.
"I remember this look on your face better, amira" He taunts you with a devastating grin, "Panting, disheveled, lips swollen…"
"You are a demon coming to tempt me." You curse him under your breath, "What can I really do against you?"
"Nothing. You just have to enjoy me and what I want to offer you again, like we already did so many times before…" His voice drops low, diving his nose in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent, brushing his lips along your neck to your jaw, "Do not tell me you forgot my embrace and what we shared."
"No… No I didn't…" You pant heavily, the sneaky memories of his touch on your naked skin resurfacing, "It's him I'd love to forgot."
"I can help with that, mine amira." He grabs your buttocks with both hands and parts from the column, heading to the bed.
He throws you on the mattress with a dark chuckle, following you on all four, rolling his muscular shoulders, his emeralds glowing in the shadows of your bedroom, the naked light of the moon illuminating your balcony behind him, giving him a light halo on his black hair.
You crawl back from him by instincts as you see his white sharp teeth shining obsessively. He follows happily with a growl until he has you cornered against the head of the bed. He grips your waist and pulls, forcing you under him where he can loom over you like a storm cloud.
"This is your place, mine amira. Flustered under me, ready for the harvest."
"Stop saying such things, you… Idiot fish." You gulp, feeling your cheeks burning with fire.
"I am only stating the truth, feel free to prove me wrong, my (Y/n)." He lowers himself to pepper kisses on your collar bone, revealed by your treacherous chemise, his hand cupping under your thigh, brushing its way up your body.
He pushes your chemise out of his way to reveal your vulnerable pussy while he attacks your collarbone and neck, biting here and there, nibbling the skin between his teeth.
You moan and mewl, feeling your thighs quake as he parts them open to lie between them. His cock is not out of its pouch yet, but you can feel it secreting the first fluids of lust, preparing for its opening.
"So? I do not see you try to escape or deny my words, little human." He sniggers, eyes on your flustered face, "Am I to understand I was correct?"
"Si… Silence you!" You yap as he bites your tit over the fabric, "I… I am…"
"Yes. Resist and see how far we can push this little game. Desert me and see how quick I'll hunt you down on land or sea."
He suddenly grabs your chemise and tears it apart, revealing your naked body to his ravenous eyes, your breast rising up and down as you breath, your exposed tummy, your delectable Venus Mound, and your prized pussy.
The object of all his darkest obsession, of his craziest fantasies, of his most profound deviancy.
How not to drop on his knees and thanks Poseidon for giving him life and eyes to appreciate and cherish this masterpiece of Aphrodite?
How not to revere your body and all its promises?
His human.
His naughty little secret.
"Hey!" You protest.
You look up at him frowning, hovering over you with his tall stature, his chest rising high and low, his eyes taking in all that you display, a perverted smirk on his handsome face.
"I cannot resist you anymore, mine amira. I must have you or I will lose my mind…" He pants like a carnivore having cornered a prey, drooling in anticipation.
"Don't destroy my garments like that, you silly fish!" You berates him lowly, "I can't afford to roam free naked like you."
He raises an eyebrow at you with an amused expression.
"Oh? I'm sure he'd love that, though."
"I care not what he loves."
"Do you care what I love, then?"
You open your mouth to protest before closing in clear frustration and embarrassment.
Busted.
His smiles widens.
"Good."
He lowers himself to press his mouth to your tit, lapping at it voraciously. He circles and glides across the nipple with the flat of his tongue, appreciating how it perks up and swolls in his mouth while he kneads the other, rolling the nipple with his thumb.
Your hands find his hair and shoulder blade, grabbing a fistful and digging your nails into the flesh. He growls in the pain, melting in pleasure in his nerves. He leaves a fat kiss on your nipple and gets at the other, offering the same treatment.
You gasp and gulp, your heart sprinting while your skin is covered in goosebumps.
He hums as he suckles your bosom, drool rolling down your hill of flesh, eating you messily with great enthusiasm.
"You're… making a mess…" You complain as you try to breathe.
"I love a mess." He retorts, biting to get a rise out of you.
He earns yelp and you a genuine chuckle.
"I missed you, my precious Lady."
And he intends to keep you.
If he has to drag you down the Ocean to have you, he will.
But if he can have you make that jump yourself…
He internally grins, kissing your two breasts before siting on his ankle, his hand traveling south down his abs until…
You feel the fire of your cheeks worsening as his cock is now out and proud, standing to attention and leaking profusely at the tip.
"Missed this?" He asks cockily.
You tsk and throw a pillow at his face, making him laugh. He plops your buttocks on his lap, thigh wide open, pussy exposed, and he presses his girth on it. He adjusts your pair of hips to get comfortable and starts a back and forth between your folds.
You exhale with difficulty as his ridged cock brush your little clit across its entire length and each little nook sends a delicious jolt trough your little bud. This is pure torture, each little graze tenses your core, fluttering around the void.
This is torture.
Delicious torture.
A succulent torment.
A lustrous harassment.
He bucks his hips, his erection comfortable between your folds, smearing your dew and his pre-cum all over his girth and your pussy lips.
"This room smells of your scent and pheromones… I am ravenous!" He praises, his cheeks turning purple as he toys with both your bodies.
He goes slow, letting you appreciate his textures and measurements, feeling him getting even harder and heavier against your sensitive pussy.
"You are getting wetter, mine amira." He notes playfully, looking down at you with a smirk, "Glad to know I still have an effect on you after all this time."
"Si… Silence!" You protest, flustered and embarrassed. "Stop playing…!'
Is it your fault if your body craves this merman? If it prevents you to sleep all night with a relentless fire in your core demanding to be extinguished by one person? If your flesh knows no rest until you are in his embrace?
So far away are your innocent games of your childhood.
Now you play adults game, getting defiled and corrupted by that otherworldly man, forsaking your innocence and purity, despite all the risks for your future.
But he invades your head so easily, this is maddening…
You can' think about no one else but your Bel-ami.
"Impatient? I recognize you there, my sweet Lady. Always ordering me my around like a servant." He sniggers, "Yet I am a Prince. You're not scared of anything, this is entertaining."
"Please… Stop playing with me! I… I can't wait…!" You bite your finger, going crazy with his tip poking your pearl at each bach and forth.
He chuckles.
"Anything for you, my Lady."
And everything of you for him.
He slides out from between your legs, and invite you to turns. You obey lazily, your movements hindered by the fire in your cunts and lower muscles. Once an all four, he grabs your buttocks to knead them well while he hums his appreciation for your human curves. He teasingly slaps one cheek, making you yelp in protest.
You feel him slide back between your thighs, his tip poking at your wet entrance several times, before gently pushing it in.
It… misses something, no?
"Where is your….? Ah… Yes…" Your remember, disappointed.
He bursts out laughing.
"I am sorry my Lady, I know you love me taking you by both entrances, but this human body is… Deficient in this regard."
You gulp, heat on your cheeks. You really walked into that one, didn't you?
"What would he think if he knew is precious fiancee loves to be visited by behind? By a merman, no less?"
"Do not mock me!" You protest, your face so hot you sweat, "It's your fault, you got me used to it."
"Oh? I remember you asking for it when you discovered my anatomy."
"Shush! These are mere details!" You shut him up, deeply embarrassed.
What's the matter? Can't a woman be greedy too? Isn't it in your nature to always crave more?
He finishes laughing as he keeps pushing in, splitting you in two. You feel your inner muscles stretching to let him pass, extending around his mass, filling you up.
"So tight…!" He grunts, like he was choked by your cunt, "Whole for me…!"
You bite into your pillow as he pushes further and further, making you discover depths you never knew you had. He nudges himself in comfortably, purring lowly, like your cunt was a fluffy sheath for his shaft, all cozy and warm for him.
"Mmmmh, the only thing I dislike about that position is not seeing the bulge." He growls, "But what a view of your rear, my Lady."
"S-Shut up!"
"Mmmmh, no. I won't stop praising you, even if it makes you uncomfortable, mine amira. You should learn the humility of receiving praises and compliments."
"Get to it, instead of mumbling stupidities…!" You bite back, tired of his teasing and jabs.
"I see how it is. As you wish…"
He slips out, leaving only his fat tip, and plunges back in with a energy, punching all the air out of your lungs. You gasp, face into the pillow, your arse high up in the air, as he holds firmly by the hips, his claws slightly digging into your meat.
You'll have cicatrix, for sure. Oh well…
He pounds into you with abandon, thrusting with force, hitting right and true into your dripping cunt. He brushes all the inner spots, making you cream more on his erection, your walls dancing around his cock, accomodating his size the best your body can.
You lose your breath rapidly, goosebumps all around your skin, sweat soiling your sheet.
Your Bel-ami smells like salt and musk, spinning your head so deliciously.
He grunts and sniggers, pleased by you.
"You swallow me so well, my Lady. Still as insatiable as usual, I see."
You don't bother responding, preferring to focus on the pleasure he is giving you. He assaults your poor cunt hard and and quick, leaving you no time to catch your breathe. You can only take it like and endure the bliss he offers.
You mewl when he slaps your arse again. You love when he does that, the sharp and short pain heightening the thrill.
This is all so, so obscene.
Pre-marital sex? With a Merman? While your fiance is only some doors away from you?
Scandalous.
And delicious.
You live for that high and danger.
He slams your hips against his, pounding you like an animal in rut. Your pussylips are so sore to be smacked against his hard lower stomach, like that.
He rolls and undulates his pelvis into yours expertly, reminding you why you chose him and no human man. What kind of human male could satisfy his woman like that? If you go by the couples in your life, none.
Yet you found one. The one.
Your Bel-ami.
Your long haired MerPrince.
Your beloved.
You pant, exhausted. Your frail body isn't meant for such exercises, yet you crave it like you crave air. You want your Bel-ami to carve your insides to his measures, so your fiance can never be satisfied.
The rhythm is merciless, and the sound a bit too loud to really be discreet, but everyone must be deeply asleep, never suspecting that their sweet Lady is getting worked up like a bitch in heat by a mere-folk.
And worse.
That you are enjoying it!
What kind of respectable woman enjoys her marital duties? None, if you go by you mom and chaperone's lessons. A good woman welcomes her man and endures the night to give him an heir. Once she gave him a son, she is relieved of her womanly duties and can finally enjoys some freedom.
Yet here you are. Ass in the air, begging for more.
You never claimed to be respectable, either way.
"Ha-Harder…!" You order, drooling on your pillow, "More…!"
"Greedy woman. You will kill me to satisfy your desires! I like that in a woman…!" He audibly smiles, his tone dark and pleased.
He slides a hand under your stomach to caress your little pearl, making you tense all around him at the sudden caresses. He hips jolt, having clearly felt it around him.
"You strangle me well, mine amira… You choke the life out of me!"
You dig your nails in your pillow, biting down the fabric, trying to stay silent, but its just so hard when a merman ruts into you with such enthusiasm.
"Do not forget we are on enemies' territory, my Lady. You wouldn't want for them to catch us in this predicament, would you?" And he twists your bud at his words, making you mewl louder.
Mmmh, would you?
Sometimes you wished they would bust you together… Either they separate you definitely, or they repudiate you altogether and you can freely join your Bel-ami.
You'd like for the choice to be made for you… All or nothing.
You roll your hips as he whips your little clit with the pad of his fingers nice and quick, rocking his hips into yours.
Your walls flutter, the ache in your core growing as it is fed, demanding for your release at long last. Your muscles tighten hard around him, gripping him like it tries to keep him inside.
It's so hot and sweaty in here, how will you be able to justify it to your chaperone tomorrow morning?
For now, you don't care. You only care about your approaching orgasm.
You feel your essence rolling down your and his thighs, making the most obscene, yet tantalizing wet sounds you've ever heard.
He rolls and twits your rosebud, taps and whips it, circles and flicks it, driving you up the walls, your body clenching hard as you whine.
The tsunami of your orgasm approaches quickly, like galloping horses, looming over you like a threat, darkening your view, up until…
The knot in your cunt snaps clean, and the tsunamy reaches the shore, devastating everything on its wake, drowning you in heat and bliss.
Your force your face into the pillow to silence your scream of pleasure, your entire body tensing as you squirt on his big cock, your toes curling and your eyes getting blinded by white fireworks, burning your retinas.
He rasps, taken by surprise, and his pace gets erratic, his hips faltering. He trusts into you a little more, before burruing himself to the hilt and spill it all inside of you, flooding you with his whit cum like a decadent cream puff, as your cunt milks him for all his worth, swallowing all his semen greedily.
Your entire body, holding on by sheer madness, relaxes suddenly and you fall on top of the matress, slipping off him, making you grunt at the horrendous feeling of emptiness inside of you.
Your body spams as your orgasm slowly washes off you, still victim of aftershocks, your nerves raw and on fire.
He looms over you on all four, panting loudly.
You catch your breath, relieved that it is over a bit.
Just a bit.
"Another round, mine amira? We should make the most of the little time we have."
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He smiles silently, admiring you snoring peacefully.
Exhausted, but satisfied, your face relaxed and happy.
This is the face you should have all the time, thanks to him. Not getting dark and sad because of another man…
But if he did his job correctly tonight, that problem will be taken care of itself soon enough.
You did an impressive amount of round for your fragile human body, but he always you know voracious and unashamed like that. He kept going for more when you fell asleep, just for good measure.
His cum oozes of your swollen pussy, and you are visibly thicker around the waist. This is almost comical to see.
But he doesn't want to laugh. Now is not the time for frivolous activities.
He came here with one precise objective, and now he only has minutes left with you. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear with a tender smile and he sits down, popping his spine with a sigh of relief.
He returns to the balcony to retrieve a flask he hid here, behind a stone column and approach your desk for some paper.
'For a quick escape, mine amira. My Palace is your home forever.'
He leaves the bottle and the note on your bed table before looking at you with longing.
His sweetheart.
Soon, you will be together forever…
He kisses your soft cheeks with a longing ache in his heart, and stands up as the first sun rays peak on your balcony. He caresses your cheek with his knuckles with infinite precautions before walking away.
He hops on the barrier with flexibility and observes the sun getting born from the other side of the Ocean…
He takes a big breath, appreciating the heat on his human skin…
And jumps in the void, plunging into the Ocean far, far below, the wind screaming in is ears.
See you soon, amira.
See you very soon…
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F/o who's curious about whatever you're working on, let it be drawing, writing painting, they come up to you every few minutes and asks what you're doing, glancing at your work whenever they think you're not looking.
watching your villain f/o interact with everyone around them bemusedly, a little knowing gleam in your eyes. whether they’re just cold towards the others, glaring in some thinly veiled disgust and contempt, or downright angry, always itching for something that could turn into a fight, it’s a sharp contrast to how they treat you.
they’ve got a soft spot for you, regardless of how much they may not want to admit it, but they aren’t ashamed in the slightest. you are theirs and that’s what makes them happy.
i can’t seem to find it but i remember seeing a post about how villains are so nice to love because you are their first worry and they would destroy everything in their path if it meant being able to give you one more kiss.
as i said, just imagine watching your f/o be completely different around every one else, maybe a little harsh or rude, but when they’re with you they’re swooning.
heyyy HI so I saw your f/O at the store today. they were really really concentrated on finding the perfect thing for you. yes for you. I know because they muttered your name under their breath remembering alllll of the stuff you like and calculating what the BEST thing to get you would be...... they like... really love you actually.... just thought I'd let you know.
and on that note.... what did they end up getting you? I'm curious..........
Imagine your F/O being especially clingy whenever you get out of the shower, holding you close and burying their face in the crook of your neck to smell the scent of their hair products/soap on you [Bonus points if you’re wearing their clothes ;) ]
f/o telling you that you’re their favorite….. out of everyone, you’re the one they cherish most, the one they have the best time with, the one they trust most, admire most, want to protect most… holding your hands, looking at you with such love in their eyes…….
Imagine your F/O slipping in the shower and trying to grab the curtain but it comes down with them and they just lie on the floor of the shower miserably.
