𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSArKYtfE/ pls watch this b4 reading LMAOAOOAOA, there was no effort whatsoever, I just did it for shits n giggles
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Fuck.
You ran as fast as your stupid legs could go, but still—you weren't quick enough. Not when Cassandra is right on your tail. Not when your life is in her hands.
You turned a corner, hoping, praying that you'll lose the brunette. But luck wasn't on your side now, was it? It never was.
"Dead end..." You breathed, your heart pounding fast like a rabbit after a chase. Your ears were ringing, you were tired. And Cassandra? She noticed, of course she noticed. "Tired?" She cooed, mocking.
Your legs trembled as your breaths came out in short gasps, your throat felt tight and your lungs were burning. Your body begged for a moment of rest, but can you truly rest when the predator is so close? You could practically smell her—blood, ashes and something much more darker, something ancient like a being that should have never been awoken, she smelled forbidden. A curse on the earth itself.
She was death incarnate.
She drawed closer, and closer, and closer...until—
THUD!
Seems like luck wasn't on her side either when she tripped on a stray sickle, possibly Daniela's. The brunette face planted into the old worn out carpet with a grunt, her sickle falling from her hands with a loud clank.
Your lips pressed into a thin line to stop the laughter from bursting out. But you were too late. You pointed at her and cackled loudly, your face red from laughing before darting away when she lifted her head just enough to send a sharp glare at you. Of course, you just HAD to step on her hand mid-run, it was funny, okay!?
Remember how Mira wears glasses? Yea well in my also equally blind eyes, she's more blind than me. I'm talking "Who is that..." while squinting her eyes to figure out who tf is standing NOT THAT FAR from her "Oh sick it's my two wives"
IM TALKING. "Aww cmere Mira!" Walks the opposite direction "No over here..."
Okay maybe I'm over exaggerating but this is funny, I can't be the only one w four eyes 😋
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Strap ons, overstimulation, edging, something something about Rumi's voice being damn hot if you squint just hard enough. Biting, a bit of blood, a teeny tiny bit of degradation, went so hard at it, almost made the honmoon golden!? RUMI'S MARKS R SENSITIVE AND I WILL STAND ON THIS HILL.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Clubbing turned into never clubbing ever again cuz u think u lost the ability to walk
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Does this count as monsterfucking actually???? A bit ooc but I'm just gonna say it's bcs of Rumi going feral and letting her demon half go wild. A lot...and I mean a lot of stupid jokes. But I locked in, in the end. 20k WORDS IS INSANE AND THIS TOOK ME LIKE IDK...3 DAYS TO FINISH??? Or is it 4... My phone is currently lagging rlly hard as I type this out cuz I think I made it too long, couldn't handle it when I pasted the ff into tumblr. Not beta read, we die like Jinu and the rest of the Saja boys 🤭 Oh and recently I've been experimenting w whatever tf this "—" is called sooo yea, idk how to feel abt it but so far it's nice I think
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Everything was a blur.
One moment, you were at the club, dancing against Rumi with absolutely no room for Jesus.
Then you were in her car, your hand gripping her thigh and praying for your life as she sped through the red lights like they were just suggestions.
Eager, that much was obvious.
And now...you were home? What the hell just happened?
You didn't even remember unlocking the door, didn't even have the chance to ask how you got here. She was already all over you.
Her lips were on yours. Rough. Desperate. Like she'd been starved for you. Like she'd gone days without a taste. One hand wrapped around your wrists, pinning them above your head as she held you against the wall, her body eagerly pressed to yours.
You didn't even get the chance to process it. All you knew was that her free hand was already under your shirt, mapping out your body like she had it memorized. Like scripture.
She pulled away and you whimpered, only to break into a moan when her mouth descended on your neck. Slow but claiming. Possessive.
Her knee slid between your thighs, pressing against your aching core, already desperate for her since the club. Your breath hitched. Your fingers flexed, aching to hold her. But her grip only tightened around your wrists, keeping you pinned in place. "Stay."
You felt that in your bones. Her voice, much lower than usual. Husky. Dangerous. You only managed a needy whine, your back arching into her until her nails dug sharply into your hips, holding you still. A gasp escaped your lips. "Rumi..."
"Let me have you, pretty girl."
She pressed her knee harder against you, dragging a moan from your throat as her hand guided your hips to grind against her. The hand that held you pinned soon left your wrist, trailing along your thigh before guiding your leg to wrap around her hips.
Freed, your hands flew to her. Desperate, fingers clutching at her jacket like she was the only thing keeping you standing.
You bit your lip, trying to muffle your sounds. But she was quicker. Her hand left your thigh, brushing over your breasts as her thumb pressed gently to your lips. "None of that, sweet girl" She purred, an amused glint in her eyes as your mouth parted almost instinctively, your tongue swirling around her thumb with a soft whimper.
"Good girl…let me hear you" She her voice dropped to a low growl as her patterns began to glow. Bright and hungry. For you.
“You have no idea how badly I need you” She whispered, her voice no longer fully her own. Low, distorted, aching. Her breath ghosted against your ear, and something inside you quivered. If you weren't wet before, you're definitely a waterfall now.
Suddenly, she picked you up with surprising strength. "I want you." She breathed and your legs wrapped around her hips on instincts, just to keep steady. In the blink of an eye, her lips were back on your neck, nipping and sucking, making sure that you were marked properly. She wasn't gonna let you leave untouched.
She walked to her bedroom with relative ease like you weighed nothing to her, paying no mind to your nails dragging down her back.
She entered her room and kicked the door shut, tossing you onto the bed. You didn't even get the chance to sit up, she was already straddling your hips, hands pressing your shoulders down. "Don't move." A simple command, but god did it make you moan.
"Rumi—" You cut yourself off with a choked whine when she ground her hips slowly, painfully slow. "Tell me what you want, baby." She purred, slipping her jacket off with ease.
You were ready to beg...until she slipped her jacket off, tossing it to god knows where. That’d be a problem for tomorrow. The second you saw her glowing markings, you forgot what you were even trying to say.
"Use your words, princess."
"Please..."
"Please what?"
"Rumi, you know what I want—"
"Hm...Ah, I don't. You might just have to tell me." She teased, her lips curling into a smug little smile. Oh this devil...
"I need you, Rumi. Touch me, bite me" You breathed out shakily "anything." You said, eyes locked onto hers. The desire in her gaze matched your own, wild and unspoken.
"There's my good girl..." She cooed, slipping your shirt off with practiced ease then tugging her own sleeveless turtleneck over her head, letting it fall to the floor.
Your breath hitched as you gazed shamelessly at her still-covered breasts. "Fuck..." You murmured, eyes snapping back to hers. "I want you so bad, Rumi" You confessed, your hands finding purchase on her hips as you bucked your hips up gently into her, dragging a low moan from her.
"Mm...yeah?" She said breathlessly, her fingers reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, letting it slip off her shoulders, landing carelessly on the bed. You swallowed hard, breath caught in your throat as you took in the sight of her, bare and straddling you like a goddess.
Fuck.
“C’mere” You breathed, flipping her onto her back with ease, pulling a surprised gasp from her. “Eager, huh?” She cooed, one hand tangling in your hair. The other slipped behind your back, unclasping your bra in one swift motion before cupping your breast and pulling a gasp from your lips.
You crashed your lips to hers, biting down on her bottom lip and tugging it gently as she moaned into your mouth, and you? You eagerly swallowed every sound as her tongue slipped past your lips. Your hands explored her, tracing every curve and dip that you've grown to memorize.
Your hips moved on their own, grinding down against her, the friction enough to leave you both breathless. "You feel so fucking good" Rumi groaned, her markings pulsing a bright purple glow.
"I need to feel you" She growled, her voice lowering an octave and distorting once again. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't throbbing her name in morse code.
Suddenly, she flipped you onto your back. Her fingers slipped beneath your jeans, tugging them down in one smooth motion.
You could’ve sworn you were wearing panties…man, she’s quick with it.
Insanely quick. What do you mean she's already between your legs? "Keep up, baby. I'm not slowing down." You barely had time to process what she just said. Because god, you melted the moment her tongue pressed flat against your clit.
"Rumi—" A low groan tore from your throat as your head fell back into the pillows, hips buckling up into her mouth, desperate to chase that pleasure. “More, please” You whimpered, fingers tangling in her braids and tugging gently, earning a low pleased growl as her markings flared to life once again.
Your mouth fell open the moment her lips closed around your clit, sucking. Hard, relentless. You think you saw stars when 2 fingers started tracing your entrance. You definitely did when she pushed them in with one smooth motion. Your walls clamped down around her fingers, a loud moan tearing from your throat. “R–right there—! Oh god—don’t stop, don’t stop—” You gasped, fingers tangled in her braids, tugging until they fell loose around her shoulders. Framing her like a painting, even as she made a mess of you.
Just as your moans turned breathless and high-pitched, your back arching and hips bucking for more...
She stopped, her fingers stilling inside you.
"W–what...?" You whimpered, lifting your head to look down at her. She was already staring up at you, smirking. Her lips parted just enough to show her fangs.
Wait...when did those get sharper?
"You look so beautiful like this, falling apart just for me."
"But not yet, sweet girl."
"Rumi, please—" Your plea was cut short by a choked moan as her fangs pierced the soft skin of your inner thigh. She groaned in delight, her tongue sinfully lapping up the sweet crimson. Her nails, now sharper, dug into your hips, holding you still as her glowing eyes locked onto yours.
Her patterns pulsed in time with her heartbeat. Quick, erratic, wild. But her eyes...they glowed a softer purple. Even through the untameable hunger.
She moved upward. Slowly. Painfully slow. Until she stopped, just near your ear. “I’m trying so hard to be gentle, right now…”
Her voice was distorted.
Husky.
Otherworldly.
"Then don't."
Rumi sucked in a sharp breath, her hand trailed up from your hips to palm your breast. "You don't know what you're asking for, do you?" She growled, threatening but oh so hot. Her head dipped to trail kisses down your neck, stopping just above your free breast "Maybe I don't" You responded "But maybe I do" You continued. Challenging her.
"Bold" That’s all she said, before her lips closed around your nipple, and her hand cupped the other. "Just a bi—" You were cut off by a sharp jolt of pain as her fangs pierced your areola. A loud, helpless whine broke from your throat. She chuckled softly against your chest before pulling away. Smiling like she'd just claim what's hers.
“You’re already breaking…” She purred,
Her fingers resumed their rhythm. Harder, rougher. “And I’m not even done with you. Not even close.” She growled the words like a promise. She watched as you throw your head back, gasping, moaning, cursing her name like it was the only language you knew.
Like a prayer.
A dark, sinful, unholy prayer.
"Moan for me, let everyone know who's fucking you this good." She growled, her voice once again sounding inhumane just as her thrusts grew rougher, crueler, deeper. "Rumi–pleasepleaseplease—" You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe.
Not when her fingers curled just right. Hitting that goddamn spot that had you seeing heaven. Or maybe it was hell...whatever it was, it was perfect.
You needed more.
More of her fingers.
More of her touch.
More of her.
Harder. Deeper. Faster. Rougher.
More.
Mo—
...Why did she stop?
"No!" You gasped, trying to sit up, but she was faster. One finger. That’s all it took.
She pressed you down like it was nothing. “Ah ah ah…none of that,” She cooed sweetly. “You’re gonna stay there… and take whatever I give you.”
A pause. A smirk.
"Like a good little slut."
You were close.
So close.
Just a little more—
Fuck!
She pulled her fingers out, painfully slow. Leaving you achingly empty, dragging a desperate whine out of you as your hips lifted, chasing after the ghost of her touch. You needed her, badly. Carnally.
"So...wet." She mused, bringing her wet fingers up to her face before locking eyes with you. She smirked, just enough for her fangs to peek out and your throat went dry. Her eyes watched you like a predator, glowing a dark purple. Hunger. Desire.
The patterns adorning her body were brighter, she wanted you too and she wasn't gonna shy away from that.
Shamelessly, her lips parted. Her tongue lolling out, longer than usual. No wonder they felt so good. It's not always that you see her embrace her demon side like this, but fuck...it made you hot. It made the ache between your thighs burn.
Your breath hitched, watching as her lips wrapped around her wet fingers. Your core clenched around nothing when she moaned at the taste of you. Her fingers left her lips with a wet pop before she spoke.
"You taste like sin"
"And god, is it heavenly."
Without wasting a second, she dove back between your legs. Lapping at you like she's been starved for years, decades. Her hands slipped under you to greedily knead your ass but also to hold you in place.
Your hands tangled back into her purple locks, moaning loudly as her ministrations got rougher. Shamelessly grinding against her tongue, using her for your own pleasure.
Close.
You were so close.
Just a little more—
"Fuck, Rumi!" You gasped, desperation evident in your voice when she pulled away again, a sob tearing from your throat. She sat back on her heels, wiping her lips with the back of her hand with a stupidly smug grin.
Oh she was definitely proud herself.
"Whoops."
"Rumi!" You growled, dragging a palm over your flushed face. You sat up on your elbows, still panting, your thighs aching. "You're so mean when you wanna be..."
She just smirked, wiping her mouth like she hadn’t just ruined you. "Didn't know you were close." Bullshit.
She knew.
She always knew.
She knew your body all too well.
"Stay put." She ordered, already sliding off the bed and vanishing into her walk-in closet like she didn’t just ruin you. You flopped backwards into the mattress with a whimper of betrayal. Staring up at the ceiling like it was its fault.
"I can’t believe I just got blue-balled by a fucking demon...I swear I'm gonna call a priest."
"Mad?"
That voice.
You knew it too well.
Velvet and venom.
And so damn hot.
You turned your head and there she was, leaning lazily against the frame of her walk-in closet. And fuck. You swallowed thickly, shamelessly eyeing the strap she wore that always makes your eyes roll back without fail.
Purple. Marked in glowing patterns that mirrored the ones that adorned her skin. Oh you needed her badly. But your attention? It wasn't even on the strap, well it was for a moment. But it was the fact that her jeans were finally off.
About time.
You were this close to thinking they were permanently fused to her damn legs.
"Like what you see, pretty girl?"
“Rumi, you fucking devil…” You muttered, glaring up at her. Or at least...you tried to. It was hard to look mad when your voice was that breathless. God dammit.
She grinned, making her way over and god.
It took every scrap of control you had not to pounce on her right then and there. Not that you had much left. You were hanging by a thread. A very thin one that is...and it was just about to snap.
She crawled onto the bed, never once breaking eye contact. Her eyes gleamed with purple and so did her markings, you could've sworn you saw the ones on the strap glow too...or maybe you're just stupidly aroused it's making you hallucinate. Only god knows.
She moved like a predator, a wolf closing in on a deer. And your legs instinctively parted like divorced parents, making space for her to slot perfectly between them.
Hovering over you, her elbows planted beside your head, she looked down at you with a gaze that swallowed you whole. Her loose hair fell like a curtain around you, soft and wild.
Until she was all you could see.
"You don't sound too mad" She pointed out, her voice was the only thing you could hear. She was like a siren, luring you into the ocean, waiting for the right moment to indulge in her hunger.
You failed to notice the moment her hand slipped between your bodies, her fingers gliding from your entrance and up to your clit, gathering your slick.
"Rumi—" A gasp, followed by a chuckle from your lover "Absolutely dripping" She mused "Guess we won't be needing any lube" Then she brought those fingers up to your lips.
"Suck."
Your breath hitched but your lips parted on instinct, wrapping around her fingers with a soft whimper. "Good girl..." She purred into your ear, earning a shudder from you.
Her smirk was unmistakable. She loved the way her voice wrecked you.
Her free hand guided her tip to your entrance, circling it...but never quite giving you what you needed. Instead, she ground the strap against your folds. Desperate whines poured from your lips when she pulled her fingers out. Your hips bucked against her strap. Aching, begging.
"Please just—"
She gave it to you. One smooth thrust, all the way to the hilt. A loud, broken moan tore from your throat...too loud.
Shit, what if someone heard?
Breaking news!
HUNTR/X’s Rumi caught melting her girlfriend’s brain with just her voice!
Fuck. She moved again, and your thoughts went blank. All your fears and worries had melted into pleasure, mind breaking pleasure. "You worry too much." She murmured.
Of course she'd notice.
“I don’t want someone hearing—” Your words dissolved into a gasp the moment her thumb found your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles that made your back arch. “Oh god—”
“Then be quiet” She growled, tone laced with amusement. “But we both know you won’t.”
“And I don’t want you to either.” She murmured, her voice low, possessive. “Let them hear what they’ll never have.”
That was all you needed.
Everything you needed.
Her name left your lips like a prayer, your nails clawed into her soft skin like she was your savior and your eyes closed like her beauty was too blinding, even while she ravaged you like the devil.
But then she stilled suddenly, your nails digging into her patterns. They glowed, brighter than before. Wilder than ever.
She feels your fingers on her skin, on her patterns. But she feels it deep. Her stomach contracted so hard that it's visible, and her chest tightens. You hear her suck in a breath. Your eyes fluttered open and you turned your head and saw the grip she had on the bedsheets, so tight that you can actually hear it start tearing.
You looked back at her and saw how her face contorted in pleasure, eyes snapped shut, brows furrowed and jaws clenched. She bit down on her bottom lip, she didn't even notice it started to bleed. A drop landing on the corner of your lips and your tongue slowly darted out to lick it up.
You tentatively traced your fingers down the patterns on her back, experimenting. She gasped, her hips bucking into you— hard. A choked groan left your own lips.
You watched as her body shivered, then you felt like the wind was knocked out of you. Her eyes opened, looking back at you with unrestrained hunger, pupils thinned into slits, her breathing coming out in pants. Short and laboured.
"Keep that up and I might just get you pregnant."
There it was again. Growly, husky...distorted.
Was this still Rumi? You weren’t sure anymore. It felt like you just dragged something out of her. Something she’d tried to keep buried.
You gulped.
But something inside you, something reckless whispered: Do it again.
So you did. This time, pressing your nails harder into her glowing patterns before dragging them down, slow and deliberate. You didn’t expect the reaction.
In an instant, she grabbed your leg and slung it over her shoulder before both hands clamped down on your hips, harder than before. You winced slightly as her sharp nails bit into your skin.
Oh shit.
A nervous chuckle left your lips, you knew you had messed up, big time. "Nervous?" She asked, she didn't even wait for an answer. "Good."
"Rumi—waitwaitwaitwait—!" Your protest barely had time to leave your lips. She was already ravaging you. Her thrusts harder, faster, rougher. Deeper.
In seconds, her lips were back on your neck, growling softly as she nipped at your skin, leaving hickeys and bites in her wake. She wanted...needed everyone to know you were hers.
God, you felt so good, she was going to lose her mind. But she couldn’t. Not when she was at risk of accidentally hurting you.
She needed control. She had to keep her demon at bay. She couldn't hurt you.
She just couldn't.
She couldn't lose you because of her own careless mistake.
She—
Everything went silent in her head. No more fears. No more doubts. No more worries. She couldn’t hear the voices telling her she’d hurt you. There was...nothing.
The way your hand raked softly down her back grounded her. Your skin against hers quieted the noise. Until nothing clouded her mind. She felt…free. For once in her life.
She released a shaky breath. Her grip on your hip eased, her thrusts growing more gentle. “I love you…” She murmured against your neck. Her voice sounded softer now.
"I love you too, Rumi." You didn't question why she zoned out. You just stayed. Letting go of the pressure where your nails dug into her glowing patterns, and gently traced down her back to ground her.
"Did I hurt you?" She asked, hesitant. Like she was scared of the answer. Yes, you did. And it made me notice that you're a fucking monster and I never should've been with you in the first place—
"Of course not, love" You answered, silencing the voice inside her head. "I...quite enjoyed it, actually" you added, a faint smile on your lips.
"Right...okay. Okay okay. Good..." She mumbled, exhaling a shaky breath. Her hands trembled and her thrusts grew hesitant. She still couldn't shake the fear that she might hurt you.
"Rumi, you can go harder." You said firmly, meeting her eyes. Her markings pulsed erratically, you didn’t miss how nervous she was. "I'll tell you if it gets too much" You said, softer now. "Promise." You sealed that promise with a gentle kiss, your hands exploring her back, legs locking around her hips, urging her to go harder.
She sighed into the kiss and tentatively picked up the pace, testing the waters to see if you were okay. A moan left your lips and she eagerly swallowed it, her patterns pulsing with renewed hunger, much more confident to go rougher now that she knew you could take it. That you wanted it.
That you wanted her.
She nipped at your bottom lip, drawing a soft whine from you. Then she pulled away, leaving you breathless, moaning her name beneath her.
"Beautiful…" She whispered, lowering her head to press soft kisses against your neck. Her kisses were gentle. Soft. But her thrusts told a different story.
You were coming apart for her. Floating. Drunk on her. With one particularly deep thrust, your nails sank into the glowing patterns on her back. A choked moan tore from her lips as they pulsed brightly beneath your touch. She felt it deep in her core. Her hips stuttered, movements growing messy, desperate.
She was close too.
It didn't take long. Not for either of you. Your mouth dropped in a breathless moan as Rumi buried her face in your neck, growling low and inhuman. She bit down on your neck. Hard. And that sent your climax crashing harder than before.
She thrusted once. Then twice. Then one last time. She stilled, the tip of the strap pressed snugly against that spot inside you that made your whole body shake. She moaned into your neck as she came, her legs trembling. Slick dripped down her thighs while your nails raked harsh red lines down her back.
"I need you...so...fucking...bad." She breathed. Like the words physically hurt to say. She sounded distorted again, husky and she barely sounded human.
Everything blurred again. One moment, you were on your back. The next? Face down, ass up.
Her fingers tangled in your hair, holding you down as she ravaged you with absolutely no mercy. She knew you could take it. You said so yourself.
Your moans were swallowed by the soft pillows. Your hands scrambled for something, anything to ground yourself. The sheets. That’s all you could reach. You fisted them tightly as your legs kicked and squirmed behind her, desperate and overstimulated.
"I can't take it—Rumi please—oh fuck!" You screamed into the pillows. But Rumi? She didn't waver. She's seen you like this, over and over again. She knew you could take more. "It's too much, it's too much—"
"Liar."
She whispered and her fingers slipped between your legs, swiping at your clit from side to side. Your eyes rolled back. A loud moan tore from your lips, muffled by the pillows. “Please please please!”
You didn’t even know what you were begging for.
Did you want her to stop?
Or did you want more?
God...you didn’t even know anymore.
You didn’t even know how many orgasms you'd had. All you knew was somehow...you were on top of her now.
When did that even happen?
Her strap was buried deep inside you, your body slumped over hers, head resting weakly on her chest. You were too spent to move.
But she wasn’t.
Her sharp nails dug into your ass as she guided you to bounce on her strap, hard and punishing. Her hips thrust up to meet you every time she forced you back down, and each time it had you whining. Loud and helpless.
You sobbed into her chest, nails digging into her glowing patterns every time her thrusts went too deep, earning a low, pleasured grunt from her. "So damn tight" She panted, tilting her head back.
"Rumi, please...I-I'm so close" You gasped between broken sobs and moans, hips grinding weakly against her strap. "Let go, baby" she said, voice gentle. But her grip on you was tight, bruising. And the way she was splitting you apart said otherwise.
"I got you" She purred. Her thrusts grew more erratic and you knew she was just on the brink too. Just a little push, that was all she needed.
Her hips stuttered, the tip of her strap pressing deliciously into your sweet spot. A broken moan tore from your lips as your nails dragged down her glowing patterns. Wild, hungry, desperate. That was all she needed.
A gasp, then a loud, guttural moan tore through her throat. Her real voice layered with that distorted one, the one you only heard when she lost control.
It felt too good to be real. She didn’t know she was capable of this level of pleasure.
When you both climaxed, she could’ve sworn she saw the Honmoon glow.
She didn’t even realize she could squirt.
Not until she felt the soaked bedsheets beneath her.
Or maybe that was you.
Maybe both.
She panted, releasing her painful grip on your ass before pulling you into a gentle hug.
"Sorry—"
Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Don't be." You murmured, breathless but certain. Still trembling, you gathered the last of your strength to wrap your arms around her. "I enjoyed it."
we have (femme?) bunny reader, but what about masc/butch puppy reader :3?
That we do! What a fun prompt!👀 Choosing Bela for this as the bunny series started out with her, too👀 ;P
Bunny reader series here-> Bela’s part, Cassandra’s part, Daniela’s part
Let’s get into it!🙌
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You moan hotly against her, your tongue lapping hungrily at the wet folds presented to you. You shiver slightly, goosebumps rolling across your bare skin, the wooden floor almost icy cool beneath you. Your jaw aches and muscles tremble slightly already from the way you're made to stay, your arms planted and knees spread wide, your back arched enough to keep your hips up and display the tail dangling from between your ass cheeks.
Ah, and you feel it- the thick plug inside, stretching you open the majority of the time. You can't quite recall when your Mistress last let you take it out for an extended period of time, if ever. You shiver again, feeling the faux, dark fur tail attached to it curl and tickle your skin, swaying lightly with every little involuntary twitch pulled from you.
And twitch you do. You feel your entire body tremble already, your muscles burn and hair stick slightly to your head already. Your throat feels tight- maybe especially so due to the collar Lady bela put on you- a deep, blood-red leather piece with a heavy iron buckle, cinched tight enough to remind you who you belong to.
Her, always.
She never allows you to forget it.
You gulp, feeling the light, metallic B on the inside of the collar dig into your throat a little more. Yet another claim, and one she loves to trail her fingers or lips across when feeding from you.
As you lap at your Mistresses' displayed pussy you lightly hear the silver ring at the collar clink, connecting the thick thing to a strong, sturdy black leash tied to her desk's leg. She isn't paying attention, not close one anyway, not yet. She doesn't need to, either, her beautiful golden eyes set on the sheets in front of her.
Sometimes, you hear her moan or sigh softly, whereas at other times her hand snakes down to grasp the top of your leash and drag you closer again. Your knees tremble again, your chest heaving already and legs trembling slightly.
You're sat kneeling between her legs as you usually are- shamefully, you briefly notice: you can't remember a period of time you were granted to stand, let alone walk.
"Pets do not walk on two legs. They crawl, and they obey, mutt.", you almost hear her words in your mind. You lap at her all the more eagerly for it. You know not to get on her bad side, especially so when she is working.
As such, you merely keep your head down, moaning hotly against her, your mouth open and tongue exploring, licking eagerly at her pussy while she works. You perk up at another moan, your stomach cramping with want. You love making her feel good- you love hearing how good she feels. And you certainly love being rewarded for your efforts.
A few moments after the room becomes quieter again, the only sound now the rustling of her papers, the suble lap of your tongue against her folds, and the humiliating sound of you drooling against her and onto the floor as you try not to squirm too much around the heavy, thick knot she stuffed inside you earlier.
Shivering, you try to steady your hips again, your pussy stretched wide around the thing. Your tail twitches, your eyes squeezing shut as you clench around the massive thing sat on the floor between your thighs. Much like Lady Cassandra is rumored to be, you know your Mistress too has a rather teasing, almost sadistic side to her, even as you're unable to spot the smirk gracefully playing on her thick lips every time you gasp or whimper from the knot buried deep in you.
What you do notice, however, is the sadistic glint in her eyes when she brings the toy out and you already cower slightly, well aware of the stretch that comes with it.
Ah- but what would a pup be without their knot, she'd insist, patting your cheeks and head like one might do to a dog- not entirely inaccurate, given your status as her pet- as she screws the thing into you. Or, perhaps even more humiliating, holds your leash and commands you to sink down on it, just one of the many commands she has "taught her good puppy!"
Moaning against her again, you feel a new series of shivers run down your spine. You tremble lightly already- stuffed full, but unable to touch yourself- you know, after all, the consequences would hardly be worth the few touches. Your Mistress, while certainly playing more fair than you have heard Lady Cassandra and Lady Daniela do, is more than capable of turning cruel regarding her punishments, insisting she only "wishes to teach her pet the strict ruleset you are to follow".
You shiver again, feeling her hand reach down to pet your head lightly. She doesn't speak, not really aside from the soft moans she occasionally allows to slip past her lips, though the simple touch is enough to make you clench around knot and plug again and lean up into her touch hungrily. Your breath hitches as her thigh shifts again, the soft skin briefly grazing your face as she spreads them wider with a soft hum that has your heart race.
Desperate for another sound from your Lady, you continue on, moaning into her as you push your tongue inside and curl it against the soft, wet heat inside her. Again, you're rewarded with a soft hum and a pat to your hair, her fingers curling slightly against your head.
Nose brushing up against her clit, you roll your hips just briefly, wincing a little at the stretch from the plug.
“You are terribly whiny today, mutt…”, she teases above you, hand curling against your face as she pushes you deeper.
“Are you having difficulties, little one?”
Her soft laughter is music to your ears as you lean against her hand, hungrily taking every scrap of attention and affection your Mistress offers you. You moan against her softly, tongue sliding from her again and lips wrapping around her clit eagerly. Maybe, it's your pathetic whimpers that wear her down. Maybe, it's how good you've been, serving her on and off for the past hours, never attempting to speak when you knot you are not to, never moving away from her, never disturbing her work. Maybe, it's how you lap at her so very eagerly, so clearly desperate to prove to her how much she means to you. But when she hums and scratches your head almost lovingly, you melt.
“Good puppy…that's it....”, she sighs, her voice husky and low as though she's throwing her head back slowly.
Immediately, you suck her clit a little harder, tongue dragging along it and flicking across the bud quickly, desperate to please. Your thighs and muscles tremble, your knees already hurting from kneeling for so long. Every few moments you feel your body weaken, whimpering and gasping against her flushed, wet skin as you sink down a little more on the knot with a wet squelch.
Tongue gliding across her clit in long, starved strokes, you feel her slick begin to drip from your chin again, some directly falling to the ground, other bits drooling down your throat and to the collar until eventually falling too. You're sure you're the perfect image of a messy puppy now, bare and trembling, ass stuffed and pussy drooling creamy arousal onto the floor, your entire lower face, lips and chin and even your nose, covered in slick arousal and drool.
You're well past the point of caring, lap at her so hungrily it feels almost as though you've been starved for weeks, your lips brushing her pink, sensitive clit hungrily every so often.
You moan hotly as you feel her shiver and tremble slightly, her own orgasm rising well within her. Feeling a tug of your leash, you're pulled closer again, moaning and groaning hotly as even a move as little as this has you clench around your plug and knot, completely stuffed to the brim. You feel dizzy thinking of her touch already, every moan granted just for her, every part of your being craving her.
She's breathing a little heavier, now, hands flattening out the papers on her desk in a poor attempt of wrapping her work up sooner rather than later. Her thighs ache and legs tremble, her hips grinding forward just enough for you to feel her grind her wet pussy against your face, your lips, your tongue.
“More....more, puppy...good...”, she groans, voice feather light, breathy and warm. Immediately, her tone and words send a shiver of pleasure rolling down your spine, another hot flash within you going right between your spread legs.
When she cums, you groan against her, your eyes shutting. You don't care that you're pulled flush between her legs, can't bring yourself to try and pull away, even knowing you can't breathe. You can only drink her in, moan and lick into her, taste every little drop of sweet cum that drools from her wet insides and greets you. Your own legs tremble, your entire body on edge. Already, from constantly being plugged. But the knot? It has you shiver and gasp with every move, your core sore and sensitive at the same time, edged and overwhelmed, needy and pleading for a break all at once.
Your tongue slows after a few moments, a tremble passing through you as you're granted to pull away enough to breathe again. Sweet cum drools from her still, her pink pussy flushed in arousal and your spit. The sight is enough for you to clench instinctively around the plug and knot stuffed inside of you, slick tightening around the thick rubber and smooth steel. You only whimper, eyes going wide when she moves back with her chair a little, just enough to set her beautiful, piercing golden eyes on you.
You shiver as you notice her eyes scan over you- your wet face, nose and lips glistening with her arousal, your wide eyes, your heaving chest and bobbing throat moving the collar slightly, your trembling thighs...the slick arousal drooling down on the ground between them,
Then, a sound of satisfaction, enough for your heart to jump. A mere hum, playful, satisfied, hungry. You feel your holes clench around the tail and knot.
“Up”, Bela orders, her smooth voice dripping low like hot velvet wrapped around a blade sharp like her teeth.
Forcing down a whimper, you obey despite your muscles straining and aching. You lift your head and move closer, the leash going taut as she reels you towards her.
“Good pup, come here”, she commands lightly, though you're sure the command might as well have been silent, for another yank on your leash has you move closer already. You gasp, your body adjusted to lean forwards as much as you can, the knot still heavy inside of you. Looking down, she smirks as she notes the goosebumps covering your skin.
“You're behaving well today, little one”, she hums, voice light as she reaches for something by the desk. You can't see, not like this, not on your knees, not with your vision blurring from pleasure and overstimulation, eagerness and desperation alike. When she moves back again and leans down to you, your eyes go wide, immediately landing on the item in her hands.
Thick, rubbery, white. Humiliation and a twisted sense of comfort she instilled in you throughout the time spent training you to be hers, you can only clench uselessly around knot and tail as she lowers the bone gag to you. Shaped like a dog toy, certainly, though meant only for you.
You watch as she dangles it in front of you, giggling teasingly. Normally, one might expect such playful cruelty from Lady Daniela. Now, you can only whine and whimper like a shamed puppy as she kisses your nose, the gag dangled right where you can see it.
“Do you want it, pet?”, she coos, smiling almost sweetly. But you know the test behind her words, know not to answer. After all, as she easily reminds you at times, good pets do not speak. Good pets obey.
As such, you only nod and stretch open your mouth, your eyes squeezing shut as your heart picks up a faster beat. It seems, your Lady is hardly done with you, though.
“Roll over, my little mutt”
You don't dare hesitate.
You drop on your back even as your pussy burns around the knot, muscles screaming in protest. The tail presses firmly against the floor, the plug and knot completely on display as you spread your thighs even without further command- this at least earns you a pat to your inner thigh and a gentle smile that has your heart skip a beat. Inside, you feel the knot shift with the motion, dragging a raw, hot noise from you.
She moves closer to you with all the grace of a queen and predator alike, her hands easily grabbing at your hips and forcing you closer to her, away from the desk. You only whimper and groan softly as the bone gag is slipped between your lips, your eyes wide as you watch her and feel her strong, nimble fingers work behind your head to buckle it tight. Already you feel more drool begin to slide from the corner of your mouth- something especially Lady Cassandra enjoys teasing you for whenever she catches you in such a helpless state.
“There we go... isn't that so much better?”, she whispers sweetly, finally releasing the leash to press her hands against your thighs. You almost jump as you feel her fingers slide down and tease the stretched skin between your holes, her touch precise and well practiced.
“Now, let's see how ruined you are”
Not a request, certainly, and not even a command. You've learned to anticipate her inspections, learned to drool uselessly and moan when she touches you, learned to spread your legs wider and let her see what she's done- what she always does- to you.
The moment you feel her fingers press firmly against your inner thigh, you let out a muffled, sluggish groan, your hips rolling back slightly. Panting softly through your nose, you can't help the warm feeling across your face and throat as she looks at you, your eyes watery, your legs spread, staring up at her with your legs spread like a bitch- no, her puppy- in heat.
Gasping as you feel her touch, she taps the base of the plug once, twice, each time smirking a little at the way your hips flinch and your body gives a helpless jerk at the stimulation and pleasure coursing through you. You feel the thing shift inside of you slightly with every twitch, each enough to make you squirm and moan faintly behind the gag.
You're sure, you must look completely fucked now, drooling, legs spread, thick collar around your marked throat claiming you as hers.
You wouldn't have it any other way.
Groaning as her hand shifts again, you feel her knuckles gently drag up your exposed slit, your arousal sticking to her and drooling from you. You can't see the mess you've made of the knot, though the squelching sound with every little twitch gives you a good idea of just how wet you are. Thankfully, it's rather rare for Lady Bela to punish you for making a mess, so long as you do not do so in certain areas. You flush a little, wondering whether this is why she doesn't allow you on the bed, aside from claiming pups like you belong in their cages and the ground.
Her hands move again, up your thighs again, seemingly done with toying with your privates for now. Instead, you pant through your nose as you feel her palm press against your lower stomach, the heel of her hand firm over where the knot sits deepest. You squeal behind your gag as you feel her other hand grip at the base of the toy, giving it a slow, but steady pull.
At first, you feel it resist, lodged so deep inside and clenched by your pussy. Then, you feel a shiver run down your spine as she smirks down at you, clearly pleased with your display.
“That's it, relax”, she whispers, voice like honey. “Breathe, puppy. Let me take it out...good girl...”
You moan hotly into the gag, your back arching a little off the ground as the knot stretches you again on its way out. You feel yourself clench helplessly around it, your body tense, then loose when the blonde slides it from you with a wet, obscene pop!, leaving you suddenly feeling far, far too empty.
You're certain, though, it won't be like that for long at all...
Could you do something similar to that lipstick one you did for Daniella, except it's Alcina and reader is the one receiving the kisses?
Drunk On Your Kisses
Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem! Reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Suggestive I think...Am I interrupting something??
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Alcina did NAWT buy any transfer-proof lipsticks, all of em transfers. She just wanted to mark u up🤭
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Sorry for the late response!!! Idk if this is ooc or nah but I'm sorry if it is 😭😭
"How do I look, sweet angel?"
Alcina stepped out of her walk-in closet in a black dress that hugged her figure in just the right way, topping everything off with her iconic black cartwheel hat and the necklace you bought her for her birthday. She looked...angelic, ethereal even. She was just out of this world, you didn't know what to say.
"Perfect..." You managed to utter with a breathless sigh, shamelessly taking in the sight of this...absolute goddess standing in front of you.
A low chuckle escaped your wife's lips as she sauntered over, towering above you with that ever-commanding presence. With a single finger beneath your chin, she gently tilted your head up to meet her gaze.
"Such a cute little thing you are," she purred, voice laced with amusement.
"Come. I need help testing out the new lipsticks."
Without waiting for a protest, she guided you to the vanity, effortlessly lifting you onto the edge of the dressing table as if you weighed nothing. She then settled into the plush chair before you, regal and poised.
"Do you really need to? You’d look good in any lipstick," you said with one brow arched in amusement.
"Well...no, I don’t." She replied smoothly, reaching for one of the new lipsticks, a black one specifically. "But I’m sure you'd love this." With practiced ease, she began applying it, her movements slow and deliberate.
You blinked, absolutely puzzled. What did she even mean by that? You weren’t entirely sure… but the way her lips curled into a knowing smile didn’t help the flurry of questions building in your head. Just what is this woman planning?
Your questions were answered soon enough when she gently took your chin between her fingers, turning your face toward her before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips.
You melted into it immediately, more than eager to reciprocate. But just as your lips parted, she pulled away, leaving you breathless and drawing a soft, frustrated whine from your throat. What a tease.
"Hm...such false advertisement," she mused, dabbing her lips with a tissue. "This isn’t transfer-proof whatsoever."
Gears were turning in your head, your mind was reeling, trying to process what just happened. You were too shocked, too surprised to even notice the smudge of her black lipstick staining your lips.
"O-oh..." You stammered, completely at loss for words.
You watched as she reached for another lipstick. This time, a deep crimson shade. Was this really what was going to happen? Were you her willing test subject, kissed over and over until she found the perfect transfer-proof lipstick? Each new shade was like another excuse to drown you in her love… and you weren’t sure whether to brace yourself or beg for more. Well, it's not like you're going to complain.
Just like before, she leaned in and pressed another kiss to your lips. But this time, her tongue teasingly swiped along your bottom lip, pulling a needy whimper from your throat. You parted your lips without hesitation, craving more.
And just like clockwork, she pulled away.
"Well, this one's better than the last" she mused with a sigh. There was the faintest hint of disappointment in her voice, but her eyes told the truth. Glinting with amusement and something darker. She was enjoying every second of this, watching you lean forward, desperate to return the kiss, only to be left hanging again. What a sick...sick sadist. Yet you loved her so badly it aches.
"Still not transfer-proof though" she added nonchalantly, wiping the lipstick from her own lips but left the vivid crimson smear on your lips as proof of her shameless indulgence.
How many kisses had it been?
You’d lost count.
Had she even found a transfer-proof lipstick yet? You weren’t sure. You didn’t care. You were floating, too drunk on her kisses, her lips, and most of all, her touch. You were too far gone to think straight.
"Are you alright, sweet girl? You don't seem well," she asked, her tone feather-light as if she didn’t already know she was the reason.
She tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, her forehead resting gently against yours under the excuse of checking your temperature for a fever. When really, she just wanted to be close.
Closer.
"You're burning up, angel," she murmured with a knowing smile.
"I wonder why..." she added with a soft chuckle, pressing a kiss to your nose before pulling back. "You’d best freshen up, we still have that reservation at the restaurant you suggested."
A playful pat on your cheek followed but as she turned to fix her hair. Hair you definitely hadn’t tugged on in a moment of desperation and need during the test. You couldn’t help yourself, it wasn't your fault! She was just...fuck.
“Do we really have to go…?” you asked, your voice soft and laced with something needy.
She paused.
Then, slowly turning over her shoulder, she smiled.
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