Edgar Allan Poe cooked so hard with The Tell-Tale Heart that it made an everlasting impact on me as soon as I read it
..which cannot be explained 'cuz I don't have the words to describe it properly
"/.../ It was a low, dull, quick sound â much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath â and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly â more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? /.../"
âVillains!â I shrieked, âdissemble no more! I admit the deed! â tear up the planks! â here, here! â it is the beating of his hideous heart!â
[Read the tags first, read the tags first, read the tags first!!!! This is DDDNE, TABOO DARK CONTENT!!]
John Price settled into his armchair, whiskey already half gone, the portal pussy balanced on his lap. He turned it over once in his hands. Heâd found it on his Sergeantâs desk earlier in the day, out in the open. No note, no pretense, just⌠there.
He ran his tongue over his teeth.
Sheâd been watching him for months. He wasnât blind. The way her eyes dropped when he caught her staring, the flush that crept up her neck every time he leaned too close checking her work. Shy little thing didnât have the nerve to say it outright, so sheâd said it like this.
And who was he to leave a gift unopened?
His fingers traced the outer seam of her lips, parting them slow. Her cunt responding instantly, slickness welling, clit swelling under his thumb as he circled it. Her cunt clenched and fluttered and he could practically see her squeezing her thighs shut, unable to stop the pleasure.
âBeen waiting for this, havenât you, sergeant?â he rumbled, pushing one thick finger inside. Christ, she was tight. The walls clenched around him hot and velvety, fluttering desperately. He added a second finger, scissoring gently, stretching her while his thumb kept working the clit. More wetness coated his hand. He tasted it- sweet, rain slick.
Price freed his heavy cock, already rock hard and leaking. He rubbed the thick head up and down her folds, teasing the entrance, slapping the clit lightly until her cunt pulsed and leaked even more. Then he pushed in.
Slow. Inch by thick inch.
Then resistance.
Not tightness⌠he knew tightness. This was something else. Something that didnât give until it gave, a faint catch and release.
Price went still.
His breath came out slow through his nose. The glass of whiskey sat forgotten, ice shifting. His brain turned the information over.
Virgin.
She was a fucking virgin, and he was already halfway inside her.
Something should have stopped there. Some wire in the back of his skull should have tripped. Instead, what moved through him was darker than guilt and hungrier than surprise, a heat that started low in his gut and climbed his spine like a lit fuse.
âFuck,â he breathed. Then, quieter, almost reverent: âDidnât know you were saving yourself for me, love.â
He sank the rest of the way in. Held there. Let her feel every inch, groaning as her walls spasmed wildly around his cock.
He didnât hold back after that.
Price fucked her properly, long, deep strokes that had her cunt clenching and gushing around him. He played with her for hours: pulling out to eat her out, tongue fucking the cum filled hole while sucking on her swollen clit. Fingering her through orgasm after orgasm. Using her like a fleshlight, pounding hard while he lounged back with his whiskey, then slowing down to savor every flutter.
He flipped the cunt, took her from behind, held her open and watched his thick cock stretch her virgin pussy again, again.
Every time she came, her cunt would pulse and squeeze him like a vice, milking him until he filled her with load after load.
All night he kept at it, teasing edges, making her edge for him, then denying and rewarding in equal measure. By the time dawn crept in, the portal was puffy, dripping with his cum, still twitching from overuse.
He wasnât done.
Morning came with the click of the kettle and the drag of a chair across tile. Price slid back inside her cunt with his first sip of coffee, settled deep with a groan that was more satisfaction than effort. He sat at the table with her wrapped around him like a second skin. Phone in one hand. The other tracing slow, lazy circles over her poor oversensitive clit.
The warm, cum soaked cunt fluttered around his shaft, occasionally clenching. He exhaled through his nose. Scrolled another message.
His phone buzzed. Her name on the screen.
Calling out sick.
He didnât answer. Just locked the phone. Let out a low, rumbling chuckle. Rolled his hips once, slow, and felt her seize around him like a fist.
âAtta girl,â he said into the rim of his mug. Steam curled between his teeth. âTake the day off. Captainâs got you nice and full.â
Vs
You, who smiled your way past security because everyone on base knows Captain Priceâs little girl. Who dropped your portal on the desk second from the left- Ghostâs desk, you were certain, youâd counted- and slipped out before anyone saw.
Which seems to have worked well in your favor. Considering youâre so sure Ghost has been fucking you all night and now cockwarming you all this morning.
CW: Reader with a pussy explicitly mentioned (although now that I'm thinking about it writing this from the POV of a reader with a dick SOUNDS DELICIOUS I think imma do that next omg), smutty thoughts about Price in general.
I want a John Price who's abhorrently down bad for me like how people write Simon Riley to be. Like I want a man who's got the facade of a well-to-do gentleman with a picture perfect reputation but if I asked him to kneel down and drool like a dog while eating my pussy he WOULD.
Wanna see that mustache wet with my pussy juices and drool dripping down his chin like a dog slobbering to get a taste after being starved for too long. Want him to go dumb and plead in that old voice of his, "Please darlingâ sweetheartâ love I need you I'll make you feel so good just give me that sweet cunt," as he grabs my hips and tries to pull me over his face as he kneels between my thighs.
I want to stand over him, call him pathetic, before digging my fingers into his hair and pulling him between my thighs to eat like the dog he is.
I dunno, I just want a man so downbad he'll kneel and beg like a dog for pussy đĽ°
you're at a coffee shop trying tp hold it together as some stranger eats your pussy for lunch.
"calm down," your boyfriend hisses. "you're doing this to piss me off."
"I'm-- trying not to--" your voice is wavy. no matter how tight you close your knees, nothing can stop the tongue devouring you right now.
"You never came when I ate you out-"
And yet you're cumming now, twitching and biting your lip. its lucky you're sitting or else you would have hit the floor.
"turn it off,"
"the only way is to turn it off is at the pocket, you know that," and seeing as this stranger just slid his cock in, you doubt he's going to do that any time soon.
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