Warning mdni 18+ smut nsfw, fingering, slight begging, reader is in heat, degrading, sadism
It had been about five days . . . Five days and you weren't around. Jack had told the other handlers he wasn't tolerating this. He sat there getting more irritated by the day. You didn't mention leaving . . . Were you seeing fin? Rage filled him with that idea, you had smelt like him previously.
The door opened and you were tossed in roughly, you clawed the door. What in the world . . . You'd never showed your tail or ears before but there you were. Fully naked, yowling at the door.
“Please!” You screeched, “just take you fucking pants off, I'll be good!” The monster blinked in confusion, who was this!? It looked like you, a little swettier and disheveled but still you. This thing sounded like you as well but your voice was more. . . Like honey, this voice was scruffy from yelling. You were never this crude before! You even . . . Oh!
When he got closer the smell hit him first, fermented, irn rich. It was clear you were in heat. At first heat krept up his spine, he saw red as he tried to quiet the rage. Then, seeing you so desperate, crying for some kind of relief he felt a ping of sympathy.
When jack realized blood was coming from your nails he step in. You had clawed so hard at the door your nails were tearing. The large man took your hands from the door. You didn't resist, instead you took all of your attention off of the door and onto him.
Swiftly he sat you on the table, bandaging your fingers. Pouts and whines came from you, it was clear you were struggling. "Poor thing," he cued, an edge of sharpness to his voice. When he finished bandaging your fingers he dipped a hand down, spreading your legs.
You had only been on the table for maybe five minutes. Five minutes was all it took for your slick to pool on the table. Everything in him wanted to stick it into your tight, wet folds and fuck you out of your heat. Instead he pressed a massive finger. against your clit. A whimper ripped through you.
Your hands grabbed at his jacket for support. Slowly he sank a claw into you. Your feet curled, ears flipped back, the stretch took your breath away. He had always seen you as this mousey quiet person but right now? After he slid in and out once?
You were screaming in bliss. Eyes rolling back, a blush on your face. Mouth open with a little drool falling from you. Your chest heaved, then when he scraped your g-spot you went quiet. A sharp smirk spread on his face . . . Found it . . . He abused the spongy area.
when you took a deep breath in it was over. Your moans and screams stopped. All he heard was a "ha-a," as your walls spasmed around him. Your grip loosened when you lost control, seeing white as ecstasy washed over you.
Was it really that easy? He thought watching you come down from your high. "Please but a baby in me,” you whispered. That simply wouldn't do, it was clear you needed to be put in your place.
The pace he made deepened, “look at you, so despite for attention, you were begging at the door a minute ago! What makes you think I want a desperate woman to bare my children?” Your walls clamped him . . . You couldn't answer, he was never this mean before. "If any man is good enough to give you a baby then go on. Find one."
For dramatic flair he stopped, slowly taking his finger out of you. "No," you cried, trying desperately to hold him close to you. Tears threatened to fall from your face. "Jack please I'm sorry, please please please."
The man rolled his eyes before continuing, "honestly, your no better then a three hole fucktoy.” There was a pause, the sound of your slick filling the room. “Nothing to say? No apology for being no better then my cum Rag? Do you even know why you were sorry a minute ago?” Still nothing.
He was feeding off of your grief and pleasure. “are you just going to sit there?” He didnt wait for a response, “what are you?” “A-a cum Rag,” you squeezed. “I can't hear you! You can wine like a pathetic child but can't repeat what I just said to you?” “You took a deep breath in, “I'm a cum Rag.”
“how many other men have you had running through you?” You took in a sharp breath, trying to form a sentence. “Dumb slut can't think? Your lucky I'm doing this much for you.” “no, your the only one," your words were slowed and slurring.
A laugh ripped through him, "sure, I'll believe you for now." Another wine ripped through you as yet another orgasm ripped through you. Being so desperate for him was really stroking his ego.
Warning: nsfw, mdni 18+ smut, slight angst, beginnings of love making, tendrils, p in v 2 dk, oral f recieving
Three month he spent with you . . .and tomorrow was his last night. He didnt want you to go with him. Not because he didnt love you, more because he was afraid he couldnt protect you from the other members. You wouldnt cry, not until he left. Your door opened and closed. In seconds you felt his arms around you.
“Harlequin,” you pet his face, turning to face him. You backed away, taking his hands in yours. “I have a request.” There was a pause, “If tonight is the last night i get to spend with you i want you to take me. I want you to ruin me again and again. I want all other men to never compare to you. I want to look back at tonight and as one of the best nights i ever had. And in the morning when you have to leave me i dont want a goodby. I want a kiss on my head as i recover.” You took a deep breath trying to steady yourself, a single tear giving you away.
He nodded, scooping you up with ease. In seconds you were sprawled across your bed, his mouth ontop of yours. You felt his hand snake into yours, gently you squeezed. His kiss was soft, like feathers, even against the hard mask.
Harlequin inched away taking in your blushing face. With your free hand you reached for the corner of his mask. The monster took your hand from his mask, “No.” He was to scared, scared youd look at him like all the others. Scream in terror, throw things and spew poison at him.
“Please,” you whispered, “I want to see all of you.” You could see the confliction in his eyes. Shakily he took his mask away, his eyes were closed as he shook like a leaf. There was no scream, you didnt even tense. “Your so handsome.” What did you . . . His eyes met yours, instead of terror there was something else? Passion maybe? You leaned back up, kissing him again. The kiss you gave him was slow, gentle and reassuring.
Both of you took off each others clothing. You could see his horns, fangs, claws, and tendrils. He could see all of your soft skin, your breasts and hardening buds. Your clit on full display. It was his first time seeing you.
You took your time getting to know and understand him. In the three month the two of you spent together you both mostly talked. A few kisses here and there and one vary heavy makeout session. You felt his tendrils snake around you, curling slightly. The ones over your thighs were moving putting just the right amount of pressure.
You whimpered into the green gremlins mouth. His tongue entered, tasting you as he messaged yours. Your hands roamed his body, feeling his muscles.
Slowly he leaned away, watching you pant under him. He knew he wasnt your first but he knew it had been a while. When he looked down you he could see how wet you were. You looked so good, he couldnt resist. He slid down you, watching your reaction as his slid his tongue deep into your heat.
You groaned, a wave of ecstasy washing over you. His nose pressed so deliciously against your bundle of nerves. Your hips buckled when he sucked in a lip. Oooh . . . you like that? With his parted tongue he licked both the outside and inside of your lips at the same time. Your back arched, body trembled. You were way to easy to please, your body was shaking, eyes rolling back. Then that beautiful blend of moans and whimpers were cut off.
Your body convulsed. An orgasm this early? Really? Slowly a tendril entered you, he had to make sure you were somewhat stretched out. “Oh my dangerous dear, im only getting started with you . . . tell me, will you be able to take both?” The tendril searched you. He knew the general area but it was different on each woman. When your body reacted he knew. “I told you,” you grunted with every thrust, “I want you to ruin me, I know you can do it.”
He could have cum just from that sentence. The tendrils around your thighs tightening, it would leave bruises by tomorrow. He planned on leaving several before then.
Harlequin was up at your neck, sucking, forming hickies. You were holding onto him for dear life as yet another orgams ripped through you. He placed one of his members at your entrance before plunging in. A scream ripped through you. One of pleasure rather then what he was used to. Your eyes were wild, it really was a beautiful sight.
It started gentle, he didnt want to hurt you. Then you said, “Harlequin! Please! Harder.” He took a breath before slamming roughly into you. His tendrils moved to your hips and shoulders. You went silent again, this time he felt you squeezing him. He felt the build up before he spewed his seed inside and on your belly.
Both of you were panting, but he still had another to get in you. He spent hours just using one on you, making you cum again and again. “Quin, please,” Your voice slurred. Clearly to dick drunk to form a sentence.
He slid out, his one cock covered in both your juices before he lined both of them with you. You spread your legs. Slowly he pushed both of them in. The many other orgasms differently helped. When he unsheethed you groaned, “fuu.”
He went slow again, bullying your cervix to its limits. He thought you felt tight before? It was even tighter now. Only a few thrusts in and you became undone. Jibberish spilling out of your mouth. Harlequin did it again, ruining you like you asked. By the time morning hit he had you tucked into bed, washed off and clean for the day. He put his clothes back on before kissing your forehead one last time before leaving.
You loved this mans legs, beautiful and long. Youd stare at them more often then not. “How tall are you again,” you sighed. “Around 7 feet your grace.” At least 3.5 feet of him had to be legs. Hell being about 5 foot your legs were probably 2 feet tall.
“Is there something I can do for you my liege?” You paused, thinking over your options. Did you want to shoot your shot? Make a joke about it or say nothing. You decided to shoot your shot, after all the worst he could say was no.
“I want to use you like one of my toys, specifically I want to grind on those long legs of your.” In an instant you were standing inbetween his legs. He was sitting on a really fancy looking couch.
It was clear you weren't ready for this. . . You really thought he'd say no. The jester laughed, "I'd love nothing more."
With that you straddled one of his legs. Slowly lowering yourself, you leaned forward, dragging your clothed clit up his leg. You hummed grinding down. Hips snapping and twisting. You were humping him like a dog in heat.
Moans filled the room as you picked up the pace. It surprised you how into this you were. Your core was on fire, you were close but something was missing.
Looking over at the marionette made your walls squeeze. His face was bright red, hearts in his eyes. He was breathing heavy as well. It was clear he didn't know what to do with his hands.
Slowly you unbuttoned your blouse, watching Jestyn becoming more flustered. Your bra was one with buttons on the front for easier access.
You took his hands placing them on your breasts. He unbuttoned it, releasing your breasts from their hold. "Oh my . . . Your majesty . . . Bestowing the honor of being your toy, seeing you half naked. . . You truly don't know what it's doing to me."
You were getting close. Your knot formed and snapped in an instant. A whale broke from you, your vision blurred. walls squeezed nothing as you lost controle of yourself. When you came down from your climax you untied the mans vest.
Hes late . . . Again. You waited, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen, nothing, not even a text. You left, tired of waisting your time. You didn't bother confronting him, you knew he was asleep. Slowly you went to your dorm, taking off your makeup.
It was an hour later when you heard a knock at your door. The thought of not answering crossed your mind. He could wait, like you did. You waited exactly fifteen minutes before answering. “Yes?” “why aren't you ready?” The audacity of this man . . . “I was ready . . . An hour ago. You were late, clearly I'm not worth your time.” Leonas ear twitched before he forced his way inside.
You trailed behind him, “i didnt inv-.” Your voice was cut off, he picked you up and put you over his shoulder. All you had on was a robe so it was easy for him after he gently got you on the bed. The prince opened the robe, dipping down licking a line up your heat. The feeling of his textured tongue rubbing your clit had any argument you had, vanish.
Usually he ate you lazily, taking his time to get you going. Today, no, he was a starving man on his knees. The feeling of his hands grabbing your waist drove you crazy. His nose rubbed against your clit, his green eyes watching you. All you could hear was the sound of him lapping at you and you whimpering from the touch.
You were still mad . . . But now that he was in-between your legs, making you feel so good, it was getting harder. When he saw your eyes roll back he knew he had you where he wanted you. You went silent, he smirked as your walls contracted and released. Ecstacy washed over you as you lost control.
You felt a sharp pain in your thigh, he bit you gently but you still closed your legs around his head. He used his hands to pry your legs apart. His mouth slipped up a lip, his tongue messaging part of it. You took in a sharp breath, then nothing. No whimper, groan, wine, moan or scream. Just nothing, when he looked up you were gone, eyes wide but you weren't breathing.
He hummed to get your attention, it worked . . . A scream rippled through you and when you finally took in a deep breath you were babbling. Sevens you were adorable when you were like this.
You grunted, once again experience the same feeling as before. Vision went blurry, ecstacy hot you waves as you climaxed. You were shaking when he finally had enough. “Still mad herbavor,” a smirk splayed on his lips.
He was in a particularly bad mood today, if you had to guess the voices in his head were arguing again. You felt bad for his subjects, some now had arms and legs in places they shouldnt be.
You had a plan to cheer him up, “My love? Where are you?” He, not surprisingly, ignored you. It took hours for you to find him, the corseted dress you had dragging you down.
You eventually found him in one of the halls, “Deiran!” The mad king whipped around, fury in his red eyes. Then you did it, you slid your dress off, just enough to flash him.
Before you had time to pull your dress back up or even run he was behind you. Pressing against you with a hand under your chin. His mouth right by your ear, “Stirring chaos are we? And when im in such a hateful mood.” His voice was sharp, a cold chill ran down your spine.
His free hand squeezing your freed breast. “Of course I am,” you groaned, “Whats wrong with trying to cheer my husband up?” His hands went down your body, lifting your dress in the back. His cool hand reached for the front of you, realizing you werent wearing any panties. “And what were you planning if this scheme of yours didnt work?”
He pressed against your clit. You took a sharp breath in, “Well . . . If my breasts didnt cheer you up.” You felt two fingers slide in you, pumping slowly. “I figured bending over and showing you everything else would.” His touch was slow, teasing as the sound of your slick filled the hallway.
You tried to get to his pants but when he tisked you you stopped. You were panting, unable to move. Your knees buckled feeling his hard on against your ass.
“Please,” you said breathily, “I need you.” “Why dont we take this to your bedroom,” he was about to teleport you. “Take me here.” “What would my subject think,” you could tell he was smirking.
A moan escaped you, “Think of what? Us consummating our marriage? Let them think what they want." With that he slid in. The stretch felt wonderful! Deiran held your waist while he thrusted in you.
He grunted with each thrust, making you wetter then you thought possible. His tempo was gentle at first, almost at a maddening pace. Deiran had a way of doing that . . . Driving you mad with small touches like this one.
You tried your best to keep quiet but he was making it so hard. When he felt more greedy he thrusted harder. Abusing your g-spot as he went. You yelped, then moaned louder then you ment to. His fingers went in your mouth. You tasted yourself as you sucked and licked.
His other hand went down, roughly pressing against your clit. Your walls squeezed him, he was aware you were close.
The blonde found a deep spot, making your eyesight spot. You took in a deep breath, muscles clenching as your climax hit you.
The mad king hit you deep, dick twitching inside of you before you felt liquid in your belly. Both of you took a beat before you were teleported to a nice hot tub.
The water felt wonderful today! You stood in the ocean, feeling the waved hit you. The smell of salt hitting your nostrils. There was one thing missing . . . You missed your husband. He had gone away for business about a week ago. Of course he was wrapped in his work so the messages and calls were scarce.
Something wrapped around your ankle, you took a deep breath, looking down. Joy filled you, a black and purple tentacle was there! A happy squeal came from you as you turned to him.
“my love your home!” Swiftly the octopus leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. You could taste the salt as you turned your head slightly. Azul broke the kiss before it could get any kind of heat behind it.
He looked over your shoulder, scanning the area. You felt a tenticles wrap around your hips, allowing his suckers to playfully stick to your skin. When it wrapped around twice it dipped down into your bikini. You leaned closer to him, small gasps escaping you. The tip circled your clit before he put a sucker on it.
You were pulled in to deeper waters. The lawyer supporting you as he pleases you. You felt azuls hands grope you. A small hiss escaped you, then you felt a different tendril slide into you. "Ah," you gasped.
His tendril attached and detached from inside you. Your head shot back as his others took action. A few crawled up your legs and back. Moving slowly to mark what was his.
“Azul,” you moaned softly. One had moved its way under your breasts. When your walls clenched he knew you were close. You took in a sharp breath, eyes rolling back. Vision blurred as you climaxed.
When you were coming down from your high you hummed, kissing the love of your life.
Warning: mdni 18+ smut, p in v, touch s, eulogy 2 d*ck
Before you could think you were by his side. Lilia tried to grab you before you were swallowed into a black thorned cacoon. Malleus had changed, a victim of magic. “Your going to leave me . . . Just like Lilia.” All you could see was the green flames from his horns and his eyes in the dark. You knew you were in danger, but you weren't scared.
Cautiously you reached for him. You knew you had to find that wand and break it, a distraction would do. "Let me prove to you I wont . . . lean down for me, please?” Malleus paused before his eyes were level with yours. You took a deep breath in before leaning in, brushing your lips against his. In surprise the overbot jolted back. “I guess I miss read you, I'm sorry,” your heart aked. You had a big fat crush on him. Ever since you saw him pouting because he wasn't invited, yet again, to an event.
“You didn't,” his lips crashed into yours. His kiss was intense and hungry as his hands found your head. He tilted his head making the kiss deepen. A short time went by before you started searching. There were no hidden pockets on the cloak . . . Maybe a pocket? When your hand dipped down you felt it! You tried finding the pocket when malleus stopped the kiss. Why'd he stop?
That's when you realized it wasn't the wand! “How bold . . . Seducing a prince, how shameless.” You were pushed face against the wall. Well . . . Your doomed, here lies y/n, she tried and failed, you thought. The sound of your legging and undies being torn filled the room. You assumed he had two by the way it felt when he lined up with you.
“Please be gentle with me,” you whimpered. You felt one being lined up, the other rubbed against the bottom of your bundle of nerves. The air was punched out of you as he bullied his way in you. He thrusted until he was fully unsheathed in you. One of his hands pressed his second against your clit. When he thrusted again you were seeing stars. The pleasure and pain you got from him was overwhelming.
You had forgotten about the wand at the point. Taken over by the pleasure of both your cunt and clit being touched. He was hitting deep. All you could do was scream in pure bliss. It didn't take him long to start thrusting hard in you.
Without warning he sank his teeth into your neck. You went quiet, the sound of him hitting your slick filled the small cacoon. Your whimpered, something forming in your core. You felt him suck the area, feeding off of you while he fucked you. He unlatched from your neck, picking up speed.
That's when you felt it, a hard object near his chest. You couldn't reach it without looking suspicious. “Malleus, my love, “ you groaned inbetween his thrusts. “I want to look you in the eyes when you cum, please.” How could he say no to that? when he pulled out you felt empty.
As soon as you were turned around your leg was lifted to his shoulder. He slid in, deeper then before. Your head shot back. His rhythm was maddening. Your hands touched his neck, down his chest slowly where you took his want, shoving it in your sleeve.
Your walls clenched, he grunted. You felt your walls being coated. Your breath stopped, eyes rolled back as your body released. When you came down from your orgasm you whispered a spell, breaking his wand. The vines fell and so did you and malleus. You were cought by Lilia, while malleus was cought by sebek. You were to tired to be embarrassed
Pov: your not doing so well after showing up to work beaten and bruised
Warning: mdni smut nsfw 18+, oral f recieving
When Jestyn laid eyes on you the atmosphere changed. His usual teasing manor was gone, replaced by horror then anger. Your uniform was torn, bruising on your body. Hair in knots, shaking.
Jestyn immediately called wizzy and the maids. “Your majesty . . . who did this to you?” Your voice was horse from screaming when you gave him the names. The jester was gone in an instant, wizzy giving you a healing potion as the maids washed you.
They put you in a nightgown, it was beautiful, a cream color that went down to your ankles. It was low cut, showing off your clavicle bone and chest. The dress had long bell like sleeves and showed off your back, the cut off being your lower back. It was also somewhat see through.
You were walked to the stage were there was a huge fluffy looking bed waiting for you. The maids tucked you in and you staid there, unable to sleep but comfortable. Soon the red jester appeared, sitting in a chair next to the bed. “The manner has been delt with your majesty.” You scooted over, patting the bed.
Jestyn sat, “My liege, is there something else going on?” “What do you mean,” you avoided eye contact. “One minute your smiling, laughing even reactive, the next your frowning, quiet. Have i done something to affend you?” “Its nothing you did, its me,” Your heart was beating a mile a minute, he deserved an answer.
“I dont know whats going on, its like when I look at you the world feels brighter. When im not here your in my thoughts . . . your smile, your voice, your touch. Then i get scared, I’ve been hurt in the past and i dont think i can handle that again.”
Gently you were boxed in, the marranette above you had a full blush on his face. “I implore you your majesty, tell me more about when your think of me.” You wanted to shrink into the bed, your voice was a whisper. “On a regular basis? I wonder what it feels like to have your arms around me, what your lips feel like. I think about your laugh."
Jestyn kept silent, egging you on, "when the ake feels like to much I wonder how deep your tongue can go, how you spread me out. Or even how you would seduce me.” He took in a sharp breath, taking in everything you said.
The room was silent except your racing heart, “Please say something.” “Oh . . . my your majesty . . . You dont have to imagine what those things feel like anymore.” With that he leaned down, you thought his lips would be hard but they were soft. Your hands touched his shoulders and chest.
Gently you tilted your head, opening your mouth slightly. Jestyn took the bait, sliding his tongue into your mouth. A small moan escaped you as you tasted him. His hand went down, gently squeezing your breasts.
That's all you needed, slowly you took his hood down, removing his hat and crown. Without breaking the kiss he removed his clothes. Only when you leaned away did he stop. He sat up so you could see him. You looked over him, seeing all of the cracks in his marionette shell, the way his chest and abs were separated. And when you looked down . . . Oh my. . .
"your majesty, I hope the view pleases you," he cued. His hair was so silky smooth looking! You didn't know how you missed it before. "It does," your face was bright red.
The bedding was pushed aside, the man before you looking at your night gown. A small smile appeared on your face when you realized he wasn't soft anymore. What you didn't expect was that he was a grower. His eyes were on your sex. You could tell he didn't know how to ask to continue so you spread your legs.
Your night gown was moved to the side, legs over his shoulders. Jestyn slowly laid at the end of the bed, mouth inches away from your heat. He watched as his tongue entered you. At first it was what you imagined, slick, warm and just sitting about an inch in you.
Then when it inched more . . . you inhaled shakily. Feeling the muscle slide in deeper then you thought possible. Your entrance being stretched by the thicker part of his tongue. You were quiet for several minutes, processing what was happening. Then you reacted, you grabbed the sheets as you screamed in bliss.
The Marinette grabbed your hips to keep you in place gliding his tongue against your walls. He was eating up your reaction. Eyes wild, voice screaming his name, he never knew you could scream without a pause for breath.
Your hands found his hair, yanking slightly. As soon as he made ved you felt the vibration. Your breath gone at the feeling. When his tongue slid back into his mouth you felt his head move up, latching onto your clit.
You paused again, a deep breath was taken. Your head shot back, back arched, walls spasmed. Your climaxed crashed into you hard. You were panting as he kissed up your thigh, “Would your grace like me to continue?”
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Brats going to brat
Shugen x fem reader
Pov: your taught a lesson
Warning: mdni 18+ smut, brat reader, brat taiming, face fucking, choking, blow job
“Such a good boy,” you cued messing up his hair. The irritated look on his face said it all. The way his eyes glared at you, eyebrows scrunched and his mouth shut tight. You loved seeing this exact expression on his face. The "your pushing it," look before things got interesting.
“Keep it up and ill-.” “Its adorable that you think your in charge,” you rolled your eyes. You had been at this all morning. Talking back and being more disrespectful then normal.
That was it, he took your arms and brought you to the bedroom. The raven haired man sat, forced you into all fours staring at his crotch. You of course tried to get up. He forced you to stay by grabbing your hair. “Oooh so strooong,” you mocked.
He pulled his uniform down, revealing his hard member. “Do I need to force you?” “Me, me me me me," you mocked.
With that he gently pressed your nose shut. When you opened your mouth to breathe he pulling his dick into your mouth. You were forced to stay still as he pumped down your throat.
“Maybe you need something to preoccupy that pretty mouth of yours.” The samurai knew you wouldn't bite down, teasing or otherwise. However, there were other things you could do. You could claw his thighs, fight him a little more, or do nothing. Smirking you went limp, knowing this option would frustrate him the most.
When he realized what you were doing he simply stopped, dick fully unsheathed down your throat. Shugen waited, counting the seconds. Panic set in after about thirty. You tried pulling him out, he allowed you to but kept you looking at his hard on.
Tears fell from your face as you caught your breath. "Are you done," his voice was cold. Oh you over did it, you realized to late. You knodded your head yes before dipping down, taking him down your throat.
With every bob he grunted. You were so wet for him. . . You reached down, when you were about to touch your clit he was already moving. He pulled your hand out, “Absolutely not, a brat doesn't deserve to cum.” You whimpered, the vibration just about sending him over the edge.
Your eyes looked up at him, begging, pleading for some kind of friction. Of course he ignored you, forcing your head down deeper. His member twitched, you knew he was close and before long you felt liquid shoot down your throat. You swallowed it all before he let you up. "Be good and maybe I'll make you cum later "
Warning mdni 18+ smut nsfw, hentia, nervous viktor, ahego face, p in v, fingering, hand job
“A-are you sure,” the incubus asked, face blushed. He was sitting behind you. You leaned back kissing his chin, “only if your comfortable with it.” His tail wrapped around your thigh, squeezing gently before flipping through his phone.
He pressed play allowing the hentia to go. You didn't really care about the story, but when the girl started moaning as the male character fucked her. Heat hit your core, you wanted to be stretched. You watched for a few minutes
You were already wet and despite him trying to avoid it he was pressing against your back. Knowing how nervous viktor was you made the first move. Snaking your hand into his sweats. You pumped slowly, gently. Hearing him whimper drove you crazy, hearing the slapping sounds and the moaning from the hentia was making your heat crave relief.
“Viktor,” you put his hand in between your thighs, “please.” He realized you weren't wearing panties. Gently he glided a finger against your lips. Collecting some of your wetness. Your hips bucked, slowly he dipped into your heat.
Both of you had been intimate before so he had a general idea of what to do. A single finger slipped in, you sighed. You thumbed his head, “would you like it if I made the same noises and facial expression as the girls you watch?” The purple man paused, face blushing harder then before. You pressed, “Sempie.”
He twitched, you smirked. He turned off the hentia forcing you onto your back. This was the first time he tried to be dominate. He lined up to your entrance, “I do. I know it's kind of cringe.” Gently you pulled him in and kissed him.
With a shy smile he pushed in, “Sempie!” Viktors rhythm was gentle, careful. “oni-chan your making me feel so good,” you exaggerated your moans. After a few good thrusts viktor adjusted different, hitting your g-spot. “Noo not there!”
He kept going, knowing well that you didn't want him to stop. You crossed your eyes, sticking your tongue out as you moaned. “Fuck,” he groaned. He was really into this huh, you thought. “Something's happening Sempie,” you kept going,” somethings building inside of me. It feels so good.”
Your walls squeezed as your feet curled. Your exaggerated moans stopped, body lost controle as your release peaked. Viktor moaned, thrusted once, twice more before pulling out of you. “why are you good at that?"
Warning: mdni 18+ nsfw, smut, polyamory, oral, p in v, Narratophilia, begging
FUCK, you screamed in your head. He was really in a mood tonight. “Both of you up.” Your walls twitched angrily as you took in a deep breath. Both of you stood, without looking you could tell rook was at attention.
“Rook you can take off the tie off and sit down, wipe your mouth, I can y/n all over you.” You went bright red, eyes looking down. “My dear theres nothing to be embarrassed about . . . Now i want you to sit on him, I want your eyes on me as you do.”
You made sure Rook was lined with you. Slowly your cunt engulfed him. You could hear Rook bunching up the bed sheets. “Open your legs as wide as you can dear.” You did, not moving before being told. “Go on.” As soon as you got the green light you grinded your hips. Rooks eyes rolled back. This was still punishing him . . . he must have really pissed Vil off today.
The french man perfered pleasing over anything else. When you heard rook grunt you squeezed. “Why so quiet rook? Tell me how does she feel?” “Roi De poison, she feels wonderful. Her walls squeeze me so wonderfully. I can feel her passion for me for us.”
Tears welted in your eyes, you were close again. The hunter could feel you squeezing him as you tried to calm yourself. “Please Vil, allow her to feel the passion of our love. Have mercy on her. She is trying so hard to be good for you."
Vil roled his eyes, “Fine, do what you have to.” You felt his hands on your hips as he rutted deep into you. You were barely holding it together. Vil could tell you needed his permission, he nodded giving you the green light.
You didnt scream or moan, your breathing stopped, eyes rolled back. You went stiff. Rook felt water pool near his tip. That was new. It took you several seconds to take a breath. Rook smiling as he kissed your shoulder, “Are you back mon cherri?”
You already knew what was up when you were called to rooks room. Vil was sitting in a computer desk, rook on the bed. Both your boyfriends looked at you before Rook spoke. “AH mon amore! You are looking radiant as always.” You smiled, walking up, first to vil, “Can i kiss you?” Vil leaned up, his lips near yours, “No.” you inched away instantly, knowing what mood he was in.
“You can give rook a kiss, a small one,” he shooed you off. Oh this was going to be interesting . . . You pecked Rook, smiling at him. “ Take off Rooks outer coat,” Vil sighed. You looked Rook in his green eyes, lovingly as you took it off gently folding it neatly.
“Rook, put a gloved finger in her mouth, Y/n you know what to do.” You loved this part . . . as soon as you could taste the leather you bit down. Knowing he could feel it a little. “Ah trickstar, that hurts a bit.” You slid his glove off, winking at him as you did. “I dont believe I asked you to speak,” Vil looked a bit bored. “Strip, both of you.”
Rook was naked in seconds, while you were about to take off your panties. “Leave them, in fact use your tie to blind fold him.” You didnt want to smash his beautiful bob so you tied it so it wouldnt completely ruin it. “Lead him to the bed, lay down, legs open.”
Gently you lead the hunter to the side of the bed, you plopping down near him. Vil waved his hand to tell you to lay down. You got comfortable, letting your hair pool above you. “Do not remove her underwear, but you may eat.”
Rook found you in seconds, getting on his knees You felt his tongue press against your clothed clit. The feeling of his hot breath on you made you want to scream. You tried desperately to keep your sounds to yourself. After all vil didnt give you permission. “Pull his hair.” You wanked roughly, Rook moaning loudly into you. Your mouth opened, then closed.
Vil tisked, it was at Rook, not you but in this situation that didnt help you at all. This was Rooks punishment, allowed to please you but not allowed to taste you. Both from your heat and his saliva your panties were soaked. The rubbing was starting to hurt, you gave Vil a pleading look. You could tell he was hard.
“Why dont you get on the bed, on all fours, I want to see that back arched. Rook, you may take her underwear off and continue.” You inched onto the bed, flipping yourself onto all fours. You put your arms behind your back, spreading yours legs and arching your back as deep as you could. Rook was on you in seconds, the sound of your underwear being ripped filled the room.
Oh sevens that was . . .hot. . . Feeling his muscular hand rip it off of you. As soon as you felt his slick muscle touch your heat you put your head down in the bed. You wanted to scream, moan . . . something but instead bit your lip. There was a pressure on your ass, you knew it was his nose. You felt humiliated, being posed like that.
“Your awfully quiet y/n,” Vil cued, “Tell rook how good hes making you feel.” He was looking for sentences . . . not noises . . . damn him, you thought. In that instant rook grabbed your thighs, forcing more of his tongue into you. "Rooks ability to eat so precisely and so sloppily at the same time, it's maddening. You grunted, struggling to speak. “He knows exactly whaaat tempo to use and hiiiis timing is always,” you were drooling. “Perfect. And with his nose just slightly prodding my other hole.” You could feel the build up, a knot forming in your belly.
Vil could see it on your face, hear it in your voice. “Rook, I want you to bite her cheek.” Within seconds you felt a sharp pain in your cheek. Oooh it was becoming unbearable, “please.” “I cant hear you,” Vil raised an eyebrow. “Please Vil, let me cum, please please please.” Any more pain or please and you would spill out. Vil heard the desperation in your voice. “No.”
Warning: smut mdni 18+ nsfw, poney play, anal p in v, monster fucking, cane play,
This is pt 2
Here's pt 1
The nib swatted your chest, “you constantly smell of peanut butter and chocolate . . . What was the name of that dessert you like?” The nib slowly circled your breasts. You knew instantly what he was talking about . . . “V-vukeeees,” you struggled to speak with the harness in your mouth. The nib swatted your nipple harshly. Your grabbed at the end of the table.
“Bad . . . Poneys don't speak.” he swatted the other he side this time. You could feel your slick pooling slightly on the table. “I believe they are called buckeyes.” You knodded yes. A sharp pain hit your clit. You grunted, hips shaking slightly. Flap flap flap! It was gentle but the contact had you spiraling. Then he did something you didn't expect. The nib slid against your lips, back up to your clit and back down.
You became a little shy trying to close your legs. When he hit you with it again it was coated in your juices. A whimper escaped your lips, eyes begging him for more.
“Turn around.” You sat up, turning your body so your stomach was on the table. You saw him pick up the butt plug and lube. Soon you felt the cool head against your ass. It slid in, the pressure felt weird, you tensed. Slap! That one was his hand and you knew it would bruise. “You need to relax buckeye, it'll hurt of you don't.”
Slowly you took a deep breath before the air was punched out of your lungs. Ticket taker bullied his way into your heat. The butt plug moving slightly with his thrust. Your hips bucked as you screamed. The rains were pulled, “woa! Easy!”
You took another deep breath before laying completely down on the table. Showing him your full submission. “What a good girl buckeye,” he cued.
You weren't used to his length as he pumped in and out of you. He still held the raines. You groaned. He didn't feel any different from a human, girthier definitely but there weren't any ridges or knots as far as you could feel. When he found a good spot you wailed, walls squeezing him.
“come on sweet girl . . .I know you want to cum.” You couldn't take much more of this. Your moans stopped, eyes rolled back. Ecstacy washed over you and when everything crashed your walls milked him. You heard a grunt before he pulled out. You laid there until he told you otherwise.
Ticket taker was hard to shop for . . . You searched for months . . . Nothing seemed right so you went with something practical . . . A custome fountain pen. The nib of the pen was half black and half silver. The cap was dark blue with a gold outline of his ticket. The pen itself had small cold outlines of his mirrors. The case was also custom, it matched the pens color scheme but on the inside it had an inscription. “Happy birthday bil.”
You wrapped it before meeting up with him. He wasn't a fan of big gesters so when he was doing paperwork you sat at the other side of his desk, sliding it over to him. “Happy birthday.” You heard the click of his pen before he put it down. You didn't watch, you just did some of the paperwork in front of you. The sound of the wrapper being torn filled the room. There was a pause as he looked over your gift.
“How thoughtful . . . How did you think of this?” “Well,” you stopped finally looking at him, “everything you have is custom, even down to your gloves. Everything, that is except the pens you use.” “did jester tell you that.” “no, i just an observation.” He looked down at the pen, circling it in his hand. “i misjudged you.” You shrugged not really knowing what to say.
Your words seemed to confirm something for him. “Excuse me for a moment.” You went back to your paperwork not really thinking much of it. A fool came, taking all of the paperwork away. You didn't bother arguing, there was no point. It had been a few minutes before ticket taker showed back up, “your present is exquisite . . . But there's something Ive been missing.”
There was a butt plug with what looked like braided hair attached to it, some lube, a crop, bits and rein. You knew it was for you, and honestly you were kind of for it. The creature watched as your face went from curious, to shock but settled on calm.
“I'm not familiar with this particular pet play,” you stated planely. “You've been a pet before,” ticket taker seemed surprised. “A simple pet with a collar.” “it sounds like your going to need a lot of retraining.” you smiled, “mind teaching me?” He waved you closer, you walked slowly towards him.
Taking the harness, he commanded, “Open." You opened your mouth as he strapped the harness and mouth piece to your face. You bit down on the mouth piece taking a deep breath in. It was clear he had done something like this before. He had your head strapped in in seconds.
“I'll have to get your measurements later, for now you can take your clothes off. You had on a simple sundress, so it was easy to slip it off along with your underwear. You folded it nearly putting it on the table. This part was all the same, you thought as you got on your knees, not bothering to hide yourself.
Your new master swatted your leg with the bit. You froze and flinched. That didn't feel good. “No . . . Your not a house pet, your a poney . . . Stand up.” You whimpered feeling the sting of the nib. Gracefully you rose from squatting. he tugged the rains, you grunted not liking the feeling.
He could tell you didn't know how to react, “You need to get aclamated to your gear, sit on the table.” As soon as you did you were pushed back. The rains were in one hand pulling gently, the other the nib. He pulled the rains, not hard, but enough to move your head. The nib hit you on the hip.
You jolted as it trailed down your body. “This isn't meant to cause pain . . . Just correct. . . I will never leave bruises with this,” he kept swatting you. When you stopped flinching and moaned he took notice. He moved your knees to the side, giving him a clear view of your glistening cunt. “You'll need a name . . . All show poneys have one.”
