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Pairing: Remmick x OC; established relationship.
Synopsis; Remmick stalks the woman he fell in love with, despite her being married. One night, the vampire returns something precious to her and from then on, she keeps him in her home when her husband is away. Remmick likes when they ‘play house’, hoping that she'll come to love him more than her human husband, who dies from a tragic accident. Little does Remmick know, Ambrosine knows a lot more than she lets on, and has a darkness about her that is hard to resist.
Warnings/ contains: MNDI 18+; Dacryphilia, Mommy kink, Daddy kink, breeding kink, monster fucking, pregnancy risk, p in v, creampie, cum eating, facial/ tit shot, anal play (m receiving) pegging, oral (f and m receiving), deepthroating (f and m receiving ) rimming (m receiving) anal fingering (m receiving) fingering (f receiving) nipple play (f and m receiving) praise, body worship (m and f receiving) dirty talk, squirting, cervix contact, dub con, infidelity (if you squint), riding, doggy style, missionary, mating press, orgasm denial, overstimulation, secondary character death and brief mention of animal death, description of gore, murder, stalking, use of collar, light bondage, inappropriate use of rosary beads, religious themes at the end
Word Count: 12,729
No beta read
Writer's note: I fear I made Remmick a little pathetic and OCC in this but the idea of him being a cry baby loser delights me. Also there is so much exposition before the smut really starts, my apologies!! I might make a prequel to this laying everything out in longer detail with more character dialog.
Credit for dividers; @strangergraphics
“Did you pick out the safe word you wanted to use?”, Ambrosine asked in a soft and low coo, lilac eyes flickering over the vampire's face. He looked excited, albeit a bit nervous, his brow furrowing softly but that smile was still there, despite how his stomach kept fluttering. Remmick nodded in response, clearing his throat to prevent himself choking on the drool that kept pooling in his mouth, finding himself constantly swallowing it so it would not dribble from his lips.
“Y-yes ma'am, I did.”, Remmick finally getting his wits about him to answer, and that made Ambrosine grin in amusement. The sight of her plush lips pulling into that grin caused a blush to softly bloom in his cheeks, earning a soft chuckle from Ambrosine. At the moment, he sat at the edge of her bed wrapped in one of her plush robes while she stood in the open doorway, those pretty blue eyes staring puppy-like at her and his body practically buzzing in anticipation for her to fully enter the room for them to begin.
“And did my sweet baby pick, hm?” She pushed herself from off the door frame and padded barefoot across the cool wooden bedroom floor, her pretty grin growing wider at the sight of his throat tightening while his Adam's apple bobbed quick and shift as the distance between them lessened. He didn't answer her as swiftly as before, if at all, simply staring at her in blushing bewilderment. Cat got his tongue? Oh, how adorable he was. She stood only a few meager inches before him, the young woman now leaning down to meet that wide eyed daze. She reached out to him, a gentle hand clasped his chin while the pad of her thumb rubbed gingerly the prickly stubble. She smelt so good, her perfume an intoxicated blend of fresh cut green of roses, dreamy jasmine and lilac, and honeyed roses. Even her breath, warming his skin as it ghosted along it, smelt of roses and something he couldn't quite place.
“You have to use your words like a good boy, okay?”, she reminded him and to that, Remmick nodded, this time slower. “Okay, let me ask you again; what word did my sweet baby pick?”
“‘P-pansy’ ma'am. I picked ‘pansy’.”, he finally replied, and was met with a satisfied hum, her thumb moving to caress his lower lip as Ambrosine continued to admire his smitten expression.
It was no coincidence he picked that one, after all, those were one of her favorites. And he knew it, Remmick knew just about everything Ambrosine liked or disliked, and never once did he come to her empty handed even from the start, even before they ‘formally’ met. Whatever the gift was, he always left it below her second story window, right by her rose bushes.
Although what exactly it was did vary, always depending on what he could get his hands on at the time, it was usually the same. Haphazardous bouquets of whatever flowers he could nick from other gardens or out in the woods. There were times where Remmick would get lucky and his human victim would have a piece of jewelry or trinket he thought she would like, and would add it with the bouquet. If fruits were in season, he would pick them from nearby trees, but especially plums, which he learned were her favorite.
On some occasions he got that ghost dog of hers a present too, bones he came across knowing her church grim would love. Maybe then he wouldn't bark at him and chase him away as often as he did. But in the vampire's mind, the biggest gesture thus far were the mangled and bloodied remains of the coyote that tried to grab up that dumb fat cat of hers when it somehow got out the first time. Ever since he saw her, he couldn't find it in himself to stay away, couldn't bear the thought of not going another day without seeing her and letting her know how much he truly, truly loved her. More than that husband of hers ever could. After all, the man was seldom home, more often than not leaving her alone in that big, creepy house all by her lonesome.
Well sure, he might have waited to build the courage up to actually talk to her at that point but in the meantime, he got to know her in other ways; stalking the woods that surrounded her home, waiting in the pitch black night while watching her through the windows of that creepy old house of hers. He followed her every movement when she was out and about the city at night when wanted to get away and forget, practically a second shadow to her, her undiscovered companion. And at the times, to Remmick's chagrin, if she was not in town at all, to see her husband, he would spend those nights lounging in her flower garden and looking up at her bedroom window and hoping that her beautiful silhouette would dance across her dark lace curtains again. Alone in the cold and dark, at times when not even the stars were there to keep him company, Remmick wondered if he would ever get the chance. After all, she was so lovely, something out of myth completely forgotten by modern man. But he remembered, if not in fragments, but remember he did. He would love her, cherish her far better than any other man living or dead-or in his case, even undead.
He will give to that cat though, for without its inane nature and pitiful lack of survival skills, he would not have gotten the opportunity to catch the damn thing before got scooped up in the jaws of yet another coyote, he wouldn't have gotten the chance at all to meet her and now the dopey creature was his golden ticket. It was surreal at first, him showing up on her front door, clutching the overfed and dimwitted feline in one arm while in his free hand he held a fistful of wildflowers with dangling roots clumped with soil still attached to them. The seconds felt like long stretched eternity, waiting for the front door to swing open, until it did, the warm glow of the lights he watched from a distance cascaded across his person, and standing in that front doorway was her.
She was even more beautiful up close, breathtaking even in her tears and distress, her moonlight curls tousled while the robe she threw over her person was in the same state of dishevelment. He wouldn't have thought that returning the cat would be enough to have her throw her arms around him, but she did. She held him tightly, sniffling and sobbing her profuse appreciation for returning the runaway house pet. He was surprised, taken aback while she buried her face into the crook of his neck, her sob ridden ‘thank you's muffled by his shirt. From that moment on, he was her hero, and he would be more than happy to let her believe that they met in that instance of happenstance, of him acting in good conscience without anything to gain.
That seemed to have earned her trust in him wholeheartedly, since that moment on, he had a place in her home, and their relationship finally began to blossom as he hoped. He wasn't allowed to come by when her husband was home, obviously, Ambrosine telling the vampire each time that he simply wouldn't understand, and it was in their best interest and Remmick's own safety that this be ‘their little secret’. During the times where Ambrosine's husband was absent, which again was the norm, she would let Remmick sleep in the house's basement during the daylight hours. Its darkness provided a cool haven from the sun's deadly rays and when he couldn't find himself able to sleep, he got to listen to the family's day to day activities, catching himself laughing along with the muffled laughter up the stairs.
Only when nightfall came, Ambrosine would allow him to come upstairs to keep her company. He found it cute how she would insist on him joining her for dinner, going so far as making him a plate of food so she ‘wouldn't be eating all alone.’ Did he eat any of it? No, but he would still pick at it with his fork like he was because liked hearing her talk. It didn't matter if it was simple mundane events of the day, what her kids had been up to, what flowers she planned to plant next in her ever expanding garden, he just liked talking and laughing with her, getting to see her smile and blush at his jokes. He did things he never thought he would too, helping her wash the dishes after they had supper together, tidying up or fixing things, to the best of his ability, that her husband left neglected before leaving. He learned how to fix the children' s toys that they broke as she mended his shirt, time and time again. It got to the point where while he was ‘home’, she let him wear Desmond's clothes, things that she bought him and he did not wear, either not having the chance to or simply not wanting to at all. And he liked the clothes too, it was almost as if they were more for him than the husband, but Ambrosine never said, and he never asked.
On the nights she felt especially lonely, Ambrosine coaxed him into her marital bed so she could lay with him until she fell asleep. He would lay with her well after she had fallen asleep, an arm wrapped around the soft curve of waist, stealing a kiss or two, or three, only when she was deeply cradled in slumber's hold. It almost felt like they were ones married, like he was the husband that he knew she deserved. He deserved to have this man's life, a loving family that he took for granted, a family that Remmick always wanted, deserved. But God denied him of that, and gave it all to an ungrateful and unworthy human, a man would leave this gracious and beautiful woman alone, making her feel unbearable loneliness in a seemingly loveless marriage. It was unforgivable, every bit of it. The only thing that could right every wrong done unto Remmick was if he had it, and if he was her husband, she'd never want for love or affection or care, always laughing and smiling and never would she cry, because he could give that.
The need to sneak around came to a sudden halt when tragically to her, but to Remmick's private elation, Ambrosine's husband Desmond suffered a horrific hunting accident, if one can call it that due to its sickening brutality. She laid against Remmick's chest in now her bed, through her tears telling him that she couldn't understand how it could happen, how Desmond was such a good hunter, how could he let something get the drop on him? A wild animal was the only responsible explanation on what could have mutilated the poor man's body apart, leaving him in such an unrecognizable state. He had to be identified through his dental records, for he didn't even look human, just a pile of mushed and shattered bone poking out of squishy viscera. If it wasn't for what little clothes remained intact, the hunters stumbling across the late Desmond Collins would have dismissed his pitiful remains as just what was left of a deer that a bear could not be bothered to finish. Remmick had soothed her, each time telling her not to obsess over such gruesomeness, that she was only making it worse for herself. Not that he cared about the man, not when that man had time and time again gotten in his way of what the vampire wanted, what he deserved. But Remmick couldn't let her know that, only to be the one thing keeping his Ambrosine grounded as she grieved the tragic loss, her shoulder to cry on.
He expressed his fear that she would succumb to her despair if she were to remain by her lonesome, and asked if their arrangement could be more permanent. Just so she wasn't alone, a man in the home is a good deterrent for anyone or anything unwanted and he could help with the children where he could. She did think it over, mulling it over for a time before later on, she accepted his offer. He would keep his space in the basement during the day, but once the sun set behind the horizon, he would join her in the main house. He didn't lay on the affection thick, but he could tell from what he did give her, she was starving for even a morsel of something kind, something warm. A kind word spoken in a whisper, a gentle but fleeting touch, a loving gaze shared from across the bed as they laid together. More did her exterior shell crack with each day passing, and he with quiet mirth watched her hesitation melt completely away. She would now return it in kind, seeking him out for his attention in hopes to quell her hunger for the love she was denied by her late husband.
All of that waiting, that patient and dutiful waiting led to now, and now Remnick was exactly where he wanted to be. And he couldn't let it be any other way. He just simply couldn't allow her to get away from him now, nor would he. Ambrosine was his, always was, always would be, even if she didn't come to terms with that at the moment. She would learn to love him more than her husband, seeing that they were meant to be forever always, no one else.
“Such a smart boy, using his words. So proud of my baby.” Ambrosine crooned, now shifting her hand to smush his cheeks together to pucker his lips so she could press a chaste kiss against them. Remmick started to chase her lips, a trance of whine sounded from him until he saw Ambrosine shake her head, straightened her posture so now she could look down at him all while her hand still clutched his face, pursing her own lips softly at that pout he was now shooting her way.
“Not yet, baby, not yet. You have to be patient for me, okay? But here, since you have been so good.”, she craned his head upward so now she wouldn't have to lean down further to kiss him again. This time, the kiss was a little longer, a little deeper and even sweeter than before. Another hum vibrated through her slender throat, causing him to hum back in pleasure.
“You smell so good. You cleaned up like I asked?”, she inquired in a low tone, nuzzling her nose against his. She was met with an enthusiastic nod, to which she gave him a kiss on his cheek.
She had led him straight to the shower when they entered Ambrosine's home, telling him he had to wash up, and well before they got ‘to play’. Oh how diligently he scrubbed himself, from head to toe and back up again. His usual bouquet of sweat, musk and old blood was replaced with her floral and powdery soaps and shampoo, his still damp nakedness was concealed -for now- by one of her plush bath robes.
“And you used what I left out?”, she further asked, to which he now flushed deeply. He had, not sure why she'd want him to use an enema but he did as she asked. Flushing himself out like that was almost uncomfortable, but she told him she had a surprise for him and in order for him to get it, it had to be done. A giggle bubbled to the surface, and like always, the young woman hid her smile behind the back of her fingers. Her usual shy gesture, another thing that even now, Remmick found so cute and endearing about her. Meanwhile, Ambrosine could tell by his embarrassment that he did as she asked, as a reward, she gave him another kiss on the lips, this time releasing his face to smooth up the side of his head and run her fingers through his dark hair.
“Good, my good baby. You are my good boy, aren't you sweet Remmick?”, she asked, and he thought that he would choke this time.
“Y-yes, yes ma'am. I-I am your good boy. I wanna keep being your good boy.” His statement was half croaked out, and was met with yet another laugh from her, this time a low and warm chuckle as she planned her next move. Her hand removed itself from his hair and now both of hers worked in tandem to untie the robe's slash, smoothing it off of his body to reveal his naked person. Ambrosine's eyes glimmered at the sight of him, biting her plush lower lip in her smile while admiring him so. He was fairly built, possessing a little bit of muscle tone, minus the softness around his belly which she didn't mind at all. In fact, she found that part of him delicious. Further down her gaze went, seeing between his parted thighs his cock beginning to become hard just from her praise alone, but wasn't even close to being at half mast. Unlike her late Desmond, Remmick was uncircumcised, his coarse hair dark like the rest of his, what little that peppered along his parlor skin anyway.
He favored Desmond in a lot of ways, appearance wise that is. But while the human man had hair of an auburn shade, his eyes more steely grey than blue and the freckles scattered along his face and solid muscular body, Remmick's baby blues and dark shorter hair, lack of facial freckles and muscle did not mean he was any less handsome. Same for his cock, but it was hard to tell how big he would be until he was completely erect.
She couldn't wait till it was fully hard and throbbing, aching and weeping for release just like he will be.
“Ohh, baby, look at you. You look so handsome, don't you?” She smoothed her hands along his bare chest, moving up to his shoulders and traps to rub them gingerly, causing him to sigh and lean his head back. That seemed to get him going more, watching his erection grow harder as her touch traced lower, and lower, until she pulled herself away from him completely and yet another whine came from him. Without thinking, he grabbed her wrist to pull her back to him, but his hand was swiftly swatted away. The sharp slap across the back of his hand cracked loud in the quiet air, and the force caused him to clutch it with a pained whimper. He didn't know she was that strong, a trance of surprise rising in him as well as the burning in his ears.
“When did I say you could touch me, hm? Didn't you agree to behave?” To that he did not answer, only staring back at her with that pitiful stare as before. “Answer me, Remmick. Now.” Her tone was firm but not unkind as she scolded him, hands balled into fists as they rested on the curves of her hips. But that didn’t mean it did make him almost panic, afraid that he wouldn't be able to have her, to have completely ruined his chances by this one stupid and thoughtless action. His expression was fret ridden, blue eyes staring wide in dread.
“You didn't…you didn't ma'am. I'm sorry. Please-I'm sorry-”, his pleads were desperate, croaked and choked with his throat tightening. But just as quick she was to anger, her expression softened back into that tender expression as before in an instant, that rigid posture she held relaxing as she stepped back to him to cradle his face in her hands.
“Ooh baby, shhh” It would seem that those puppy dog eyes have pacified any anger, now cooing at him as he sniffled. “Oh don't cry, I'm sorry I got mean with you. You can't grab me like that, you just startled me.”
“Y-you not mad at me?”, he asked, his voice seeming to quiver like his lower lip did as he spoke. She shook her head, wiping away the tears that threatened to well in those eyes of his.
“No, baby no, I'm not, how could I ever be mad at my baby? But you can't grab me like that, not after you promised me you would be good. Ah ah, shhh I know, it's okay. I know that you can't help yourself, you get so excited where you can't. But, don't worry, that's why I got something to help you mind your manners.” His expression shifted into one of faint confusion, but when she turned away from him this time Remmick did not even think about reaching out to get her. His curiosity peaked when while rummaging through one of her dressers, he could have sworn he heard the bright clinking of something…metal? Straightening his posture to see past her shoulders as it could be, his question was answered just as Ambrosine turned to face him once again and clutching in her hands was her solution to his misbehavior. It was a prong collar, and fastened to it was a chain leash. He gulped at the sight of it, the metallic barbarism of the device. Did she really expect him to wear such a thing?
“A regular collar won't be of any use to you, you're too strong.”, Ambrosine said in an even tone, flipping the chains of the prong collar so that way the points were facing outward. “I had this one specifically made for you.”
“And what's so different ‘bout it, other than how big it is?”
“I had the tips of the prongs made of silver, of course. That way you won't lose control of yourself, and can't transform outside of your current form now. This is for my safety, Remmick, understand? I can't let you get so excited that you hurt me, or turn me.”
B-but I-I wouldn't hurt you-”, he was cut short by a finger pressed against his open mouth, his protest hushed into silence.
“I know you wouldn't dream of intentionally hurting me, baby. But you grabbed me pretty hard just now and you weren't even exerting yourself.”
“But I said I was sorry!-” his voice cracked as it raised, again his brow furrowed but he was soothed into silence once more.
“And I know you, baby. I know how sorry my sweet boy is. But, this is so it won't happen again-yes I know you say it won't but this is just to make it certain, okay? Do you trust me? I promise you'll still enjoy yourself, I'll still make sure my baby boy feels so good. I want to take care of you, but we can't have any accidents, okay? Not when we're supposed to have fun.”
He thought for a moment, wondering if it really was such a good idea to let her put that on him. But those pleading eyes on hers, the way she battered her snowy lashes, it felt hard to do anything but. She did have a point, he didn't want to hurt her, and just because he said he wouldn't, there wasn't a guarantee that he wouldn't lose himself to pleasure and let his baser instincts take control. It would be beyond unfortunate, and he would damn himself if he ever allowed it to happen. So, he wouldn't, nodding to the agreement of letting her put the anti-vampire collar onto him. She squeaked with delight, pulling the links wider so she could easily slip it over his head.
“Okay, on the count of three; one-”, without hesitation, she flipped the collar so the prongs pointed towards Remmick, pulling it closed around his neck and throat before clipping it shut. The burning pain made him bear his teeth, wincing and whimpering while the blessed metal pressed against his tender flesh. She was right now, his fangs did not come, nor did his other vampiric features manifest.
“How do you feel?”, she asked and his face was contorting from the pain. His lip curled from him, fighting the urge to clench his teeth in case he was stronger than it, in case it wasn't enough to stop his fangs from shifting and protruding from his gums. But, as Ambrosine knew, they did not.
“It-it's ain't comfortable-"
“Can you bear it?”, she cut him off, her ashen brows knitted softly as she watched him carefully, waiting to see if it was indeed too much for him.
“I reckon I can, if it'll keep you safe.”, he answered, cool and earnest. She nodded, and while holding the chain leash in her hand, straddled his naked lap and met his lips for a kiss. Despite the unrelenting discomfort, his eyelids fluttered shut as her tongue slipped into his mouth, twirling and tangling his with hers as both moaned into each other's open mouths. He kept his hands firm on the bed's edge, while hers massaged and rubbed his shoulders. She tasted so good, better than he could have dreamed-rose tea and mint, and something else he couldn't place at the moment, a smokey note that had held a tinge of spice to it.He didn't even try to swallow the drool that was now dribbling thick down his chin, caught up in swallowing every moan and sigh of hers. But Ambrosine did, she was finding that the taste was making her body alit, feel her skin grow warmer by the second. She pulled her plush mouth away from his, pulling his head back firmly by the hair to crane his neck back. He winced in pain, feeling the silver press harder into him, until he sighed out just as her tongue licked up the trail of drool from the column of his throat, up the curve of his jaw and his stubbled chin before coming back to make out with him.
“You want to play, baby?”, she asked in a moan, him moaning back in response, gripping the sheets tight to hold himself back.
“What do you want to play?”
“Whatever-whatever you wanna, ma'am.” He had to think for a moment his words, any thought he had was gummed up before it could even manifest to the forefront, his brain sticky and hazy like the humid summer air. Ambrosine kiss swollen lips curled into a smile, tucking her head away to kiss and nip from his lips to his cheek, and finally his ear.
“You want to play ‘Mommy and Daddy’?”
His cock jumped before she could finish the sentence, the denim on her jeans feeling rough against his growing sensitive cock, but stopped himself from grinding into her clothed crotch. The shudder that racked through his spine felt like cold water being poured down his back, the whine sounded loud and edged on pained from him at the thought.
“You like that, hm? I know you would. But Mommy gets to be on top, first, gets to fuck you good before you can play Daddy. Would you like that, baby?”
“Y-yes-Oh God yes-”, his words were cut off by the harsh pull of the chain leash, a cry of hurt mixed in with the breathy gasp that burned his lungs. “Yes, Mommy, please fuck me, oh please please fuck me. I-I've been wantin’ ya for so long, you can do anythin’ you want ta me.”
“Anything, baby? Are you sure? You'll let Mommy fuck you how ever she wants? How ever long she wants?”
He jerked in his head in a profuse nod, another shudder passing through his body when she started to grind on him, the pained whimper still time louder at how the texture of the pants seam felt against him. A tear welled in his lash line, and he whined just as she kissed it away before it threatened to spill over.
“Yes ma'am-yes Mommy, anythin’ you want. I wanna be a good boy for Mommy, please. I'm sorry I was so bad earlier, I wanna be good for you. I promise I will be!”
A throb pulsed through Ambrosine's pussy at the sight of his flushed face, at the tears glossing his eyes and the quivering of his lips. He did beg pretty, and she wanted more. She wanted him to be drooling and sobbing and dumb by the end of it, unable to think about anything but his need for her.
“Shhh, don't cry baby. Mommy will give it to you. I'll make you feel so good, so good for me. Do you want to help Mommy undress so we can play?” The ask was in that soft coo, knowing how well it got his blood hot. Blue eyes looked at her, that wide eyed inquiry on if he was allowed to touch her. She giggled again, nodding at his silent question.
“How can you undress me without touching me? It's okay, Mommy wants you to touch her, but only to undress her and to get your first present.”
First present? Dark brows arched up in surprise, but didn't waste any time to start to lift the long sleeve shirt up from its hem when she raised her arms up. Her milky skin was softer than he imagined, but he was in for another surprise when he caught the navel rings she had. In fact, she had more piercings, and even tattoos. He never knew she had them, never saw her in anything but long sleeves and long pants or skirts any time they were in each other's presence. The surgical steel of her dermals caught the light, glinting like a scalpel's edge as she moved to pull the shirt over her head and completely off her person. He watched in awe at the peeks of muscle tone in her shoulders and arms as she flexed and moved, at how even in the dark orchid and black scaly tendrils of her impressive arm sleeve tattoo he could still see the definition. He didn't seem to notice the thin scar stretched along her ribs, or didn't seem important. She took notice of how he looked at her, mouth opened in admiration. She smiled at him, sweetly, leaning down and tugging the chain again to pull into another kiss.
“You like them, hm? I know, aren't they pretty?”Ambrosine teased, but he seemed sincere.
“You're pretty…”, he murmured against her lips. “The prettiest thing I've ever seen…”
A swell in her chest rose at his words, feeling herself melting at how in love he sounded. He was too sweet for her, even if he was a vampire, even in his great sin, he was so so endearing. Letting the chain slip out of her grasp, for now, she reached a hand behind her to unclasp her lacy black bra so he could slide the straps off the round curve of her shoulders and down her arms while she held the cups flush to her breasts.
“Go ahead, baby, unwrap your present.”
Remmick licked his lips to wet them before swallowing hard, his hands moving to over hers and together, lifting the garment off of her skin to reveal her now bare breasts. He moaned at the sight of them, and again, she giggled. They were pretty, full and perky with rosy nipples, already pebbled from her arousal. The piercings on them were the same as the others on her body, but these caught his eye the most. For a moment he wondered why she would even have them, but that thought disappeared, vanishing like hushed smoke when she gently took his hands and placed them on her welcoming breasts.
“Be careful-ohh-be careful baby, they're a little sore right now. Yeah, that's it, just be sweet.”
She knew from how they felt, how much heavier they were than usual, that she was ovulating. Tomorrow would be the actual day, so tonight she could have her own fun, break him down and leave him especially ravenous for the following evening. The rough pad of his thumbs brushed against her sore nipples, making her sigh. He occasionally squeezed and kneaded her breasts, listening to each noise that passed her pillowy lips, watching her expression as it melted into the beginnings of pleasure.
“Mhm, baby. Taking such good care of them, aren't you? Enjoying your presents? Good, you deserve them for being so good. You can suck on them later, but not right now-no don't pout. Be good and you can have them all you want later. Right now just-ohhh just rub them like that.”
If he kept it up though, she couldn't control herself, and right now she needed to be the one fully handling the reigns. Wrapping her hands around his wrists, she removed his grasp, and although he whined, he did not fight back like before. Good, good so far that inhibition was broken, he would let do whatever now.
“Unbutton Mommy's pants for her so we can get started.”, she said and without wasting time, Remmick did exactly that, down to unfastening her belt before unbuttoning and unzipping her pants. Again, he did not try to pull her back when getting out of his lap, stepping back a couple of paces just to slide her jeans off of her hips, down her legs and stepping out of them just as they pooled around her feet. Another tattoo it would seem, a birch tree with violets at its base on her outer left thigh. Like the arms, her legs were toned, strong even. Picking up her pants, Ambrosine tossed them out of the way towards the hamper along with her bra and shirt from before, but did not take her matching thong panties off.
“You don't get to unwrap this present just yet, baby. Mommy wants to play some more.”
Stepping back to him, she instructed him to lay across the bed, and returned to straddling him as he did so, worshipping his body with kisses and light nips of his skin. Soft murmurs ghosted along his fevered skin, accompanied by his whimpers and whines. She lapped her tongue across his nipple, swirling and sucking on it while he let out a startled moan. She let go of it with a wet ‘pop’, doing the same to the other while now rolling and pinching the now spit glazed nipple between her finger tips. His cock was fully hard, a lot bigger, a lot thicker than she thought it would be. His flushed tip peaked through his foreskin, and she grinned in delight to the first bead of precum pearling at its tip. And now, she would keep on her softly purred praises, enjoying how it made him twitch each time a word was spoken;
‘So handsome, look how handsome you are.’
‘Yeah, that's it. Be louder baby, I want to hear you.’
‘Shh, don't cry, be patient for me, be patient for Mommy.’
‘Good boy, my sweet Remmick is a good boy.’
Kissing a trail down his fleshy belly, quick to press the edge of her sharper teeth into the squishy flesh to hear him yelp and watch his cock jump and bounce as he was jolted from being startled. Oh, it was heavy too, oh she couldn't wait anymore. Pressing a soothing kiss against the love bite, she shifted down to settle herself between his parted knees, reaching back to take the chain leash in her hand.
“You're so big, baby. Ohh, look at how much you're throbbing.”, she blew a quick puff of cold air against his sensitive tip, and he cried out a whine.
“Does it hurt, baby?”
He nodded vehemently, now shaking from the stimulation. It throbbed and ached so much, so much that it did hurt, so much he wanted to cry. His face contorted again as she blew more air on it, raking his hands through his own hair as he fought back to thrust into her parted lips.
“Don't worry, sweet baby. Let me kiss it better.”
Remmick choked out a moan as he watched her press wet kisses along his aching shaft, but couldn't bear to look away as she made her way all the way up to its reddened head. Her gaze locked with his, even as she kissed her way down, her nose tickled by his pubic hair while she licked long, flat tongued laps along the seam of his balls then back up to the tip of his cock. She groaned at the musky taste, savoring it as the precum continued to pearl and ooze from him. A thready moan left shakingly from his throat when he felt her hot tongue slip into his foreskin and swirled around to collect more of his taste.
“N-no, please that hurts-!” He couldn't even finish his sentence before the air was punched out of his lungs, a silent cry causing his mouth to hang open wide. Carefully, she was pushing his foreskin down as far as it'll go, revealing his oh so sensitive and now bare cock. Ambrosine's tongue was like a wet flame, lapping at him unrelentingly, despite his pleas for her to ‘stop, Mommy please, it's too much- I don't wanna-!’ But both know what would take her to stop immediately, the magical word to put it all to a halt. But, he didn't want to use it, knowing that it'll be the end of the night. And she knew it too, pushing him to the brink to see how much he could take. He tried to lay back to brace himself against the velvety bedding of her mattress, but the sudden tug of the chain leash stopped him from doing so.
“Mommy, Mommy please-”, he tried to beg, but nothing else came out when she took his cock into her mouth, wrapping her plush lips around his girth, silencing him all together. The warmth of her throat sent him reeling, and the suction of her mouth as she pulled up made him clench his ass for dear life. Up, then down, then up again. She would stop just to swirl her tongue around his cock's head, moaning as she did so, keeping her eyes locked with him as she continued to deep throat him. Eventually the overstimulation felt so good, he was beginning to lose himself, until finally, she pulled him out of her throat and mouth with a wet and loud ‘pop’. A whiney, shuddered breath passed through Remmick's flared nostrils, the leash given enough slack so he could lay across the bed. The young woman licked her swollen, spit slick lips, pressing a kiss against Remmick's twitching inner thigh as she parted his legs wider-wait wider why?
“You taste so good, baby.”, she purred, smirking against his skin as he only replied with another whine. A quick tug of the chain caused Remmick to cry a little, but nothing could have startled him as much as the sharp smack on the side of his ass.
“Get on your hands and knees for me, baby.”, she told him, and he only shot her a perplexed look. “Don't make me ask again, or you don't get to cum at all. Now.”
Still confused, but not wanting to be left aching, Remmick got into position like she said, even letting her spread his legs wider, lowering his upper half further into the bed so his back arched. She hummed at the sight, and his face burned hotter than he thought it ever could. The sharp edge of Ambrosine’s manicured nails teased along the back of one of Remmick's thighs, pausing for a moment before her hand raised up and delivered an open palmed smack against the fat of his ass cheek. His back arched, about to get up to move away but the way the chain was held taught, it kept him there. The flesh stung, already a hand print beginning to bloom along the tender flesh. Carefully, Ambrosine rubbed the burning ache out of his ass, smiling to herself as he relaxed back against the mattress once more. She stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of him. His balls and hard cock hung heavy between his wide spread legs, surely throbbing for release. But it wouldn't come, not yet.
“What a cute ass you have!”, Ambrosine giggled, kneading each cheek in her hands. And it was, with a good amount of fat to it, round and jiggled with the smack she gave it. Tucking her head down, she gave the seam of his balls and up his taint a nice, long lick, then another, stopping at his pretty hole each time. She wanted him to melt more into the bed, enjoying his moans and sighs until she spread his ass cheeks and finally ran the tip of her tongue at the puckered hole. The muscles in his back tensed, the sensation unusual to him. Remmick never had anyone lick back there, let alone have him bent over with his bare ass spread open in the air. Ambrosine's tongue swirled around the vampire's rosy asshole, keeping him spread when she sat upright to look at it better. Pretty shade, like her favorite roses, and twitching. Collecting spit in her mouth, she let it dribble down and drip down.
“O-oh!”, Remmick moaned out. Ambrosine chuckled, biting the side of his supple ass, just enough to make his cock twitch.
“Has anyone ever been back here before?” A loose, slow shake of the head, big blue eyes looking over his shoulder as he watched her. Something about her grin this time made his stomach twist a little, swearing to himself that he was just seeing things. Surely, her teeth weren't that sharp, were they?
“Oh? I'm surprised. Well, that means Mommy gets to pop her baby's cherry tonight.”, the coo was dripping sweetness, despite how filthy its context was.
His eyes shot wide, but couldn't get away as her strong and unmoving grip of the chain kept him from getting away. She cooed at him again, kissing the still reddened skin of his bubble butt.
“Aww, shh, it's okay baby. Mommy will take care of you, you'll feel so good. That's how Mommy is going to fuck you when she's on top. You'll love it, I promise. Now-”, she paused, spitting again in his hole, grinning as it clenched. “I have to get you ready.”
She craned her head back down, again lapping and swirling, slurping until his hole opened just enough for her to shove her tongue deep. Remmick let out another gasp, trying to take breath deep in his lungs, hands clinging to the bedding while Ambrosine ate his ass. She kept it up for a while, moaning against his ass, swilling and slurping still until eventually, he started grinding back. Oh good, he was enjoying it. The muscle worked hard to wiggle inside him- and her hand raised up again to lay a smack across his ass cheek. Not hard like before, but enough to make him gasp, before he continued to moan.
“Wa-wait don't sto-o-p”, Remmick sobbed when she pulled her tongue out, licking her lips of the drool that drenched her chin.
“Hush, baby, hush. Did that feel good?”
“Uh huh, so good-I was so close…”
She let out a laugh, her head leaning back as it barked out of her. Without warning, she flipped Remmick to where he was laying on his back again, the change of position and the unresolved pleasure making him dizzy. Reaching under the bed, she retrieved a case, its sleek black case glimmering in the low bedroom light. Clicking the latches unlocked as she laid it on the bed within her reach, its contents were revealed to be a set of black silicone anal training toys with an accompanying bottle of lube.
“Move your knees up to your chest, mhm yes that's it keep yourself spread out. I want to watch your face while I play with you some more, get you ready for me.”
The position was again unusual for him, so spread out and wide open. The blush made her pussy clenched again, biting her lip to contain herself. She completely soaked through her underwear by now, the undergarment slick with her arousal. Taking the bottle, she tore off the plastic seal, then pushed the tab on the cap to pop it open. She would have to be generous with the stuff, had to be, didn't want to hurt him. Not like that, anyway. Her index and middle finger were now satisfyingly coated, then again, was not sparing with the lube when squirting it on his ass hole. It was cold, making Remmick shiver.
“Shh, I know. Now, relax, breathe for me. I'll start with just one finger then we can get you to two.”
The tip of her finger pressed gently against Remmick's hole, waiting for him to relax before gingerly slipping inside. He instinctively clenched, the newfound sensation uncomfortable for him. Quick to thinking, Ambrosine took his cock in her free hand, and slowly began to stroke it as she furthered to inch her finger inside him.
“That's it, baby, that's it. Just relax, good, so good for Mommy.”, she crooned. Soon she was able to twirl the digit around, careful as she motioned it up and down. It did feel odd, but also, also surprisingly not bad. His cock twitched in her hand as she kept gently fingering him, still praising and cooing at him. When he was relaxed enough again, she let go of his cock much to his protest before adding more lube and slipping her second finger in. The added girth made him shudder, a low moan rumbling in him when Ambrosine started to stroke his cock again. Mindful scissoring, pumping in and out as she let him get used to it and while she was searching, curling her fingers until-
“OH!”Remmick sobbed, his hips bucking at her fingertips brushing just right. That was the sound she was looking for, her satisfacted smile said it all. . She found his prostate now, his cock jumping in his grasp and his head leaned back in his drawn out moan. She continued to stimulate him, coaxing his moans more and more until they were blubbering sobs. She leaned over to him for a moment, kissing his temple in quick pecks.
“Feels good, baby?”, she asked, now kissing at the tears that were now spilling over, letting the saltiness hit her lips. “I found your special spot, huh?”
“S-so good-Ohh sooo good!” He was now rocking back and forth against her fingers, and she was letting him ride her hand. Soon, she didn't have to move her fingers, and Remmick didn't realize how his hips were moving on their own. “I feel it-oooo-I never felt it like this before, not with just my cock-!”
“Hmm, I know. I told you it would. But-”, she pulled her fingers out just before he could get close again, and his sobs turned desperate. No, no no! He was so close, closer than he was before!
“I was so close!!”, he sniffled. “Please, I've been so good!”
“You'll get to cum, baby, you will. But not like that.” She lightly told him, licking off the lube that coated her fingers but stopped herself just as her tongue touched her skin. “Here, open wide.” She moved her hand from her own lips to Remmick, pressing the slick digits against his still quivering lips. Parting them open, he sniffled and whined as she slid her fingers into his mouth, her groaning at how he swirled his tongue around them before sucking them clean. Tugging at the chain to signal for him to ‘stop’, he did so reluctantly, his mouth opening with thick drool dripping down the corners of his mouth and fat of his lower lip.
“Good boy. Now”, Ambrosine started, her fingertips gliding over the assortment of toys, considering which one to pick. Ah, that one will do. It was slightly thicker than her two fingers, enough for him to get used to the stretch. Like before, she coated the toy generously, the matte black surface more glistening wet and slippery. Instructing to relax again, ‘take a deep breath for me, that's it’ before coating his hole one more time, she slowly began to push the toy inside. He fought to not clench, but the stretch was different, foreign without the warmth of her fingers and cold from the lube. Still, it felt almost good again, catching himself enjoying the feeling of being full like that.
“Good job, baby.”, the sweet purr of praise making him moan, fighting hard to keep his knees still up to his chest, until she told him to relax, but the way she was stroking his shin with the broad side of her thumb soothed him. The toy was now fully hilted inside of him with the flared base flushed against his ass. His erection twitched, ached at the anticipation that she would stroke him like before. As if reading his mind, Ambrosine shook her head and Remmick's brows tensed.
“You don't get to cum like that tonight, and to make sure you don't try and touch yourself without my permission”, she started, flipping him over once again to be bent over on his knees, and grabbed his hands by his wrists so that his arms were secure behind his back. He started to protest, begging that he wouldn't, that he would be good, but his words caught dry in his throat at the stinging pain of another slap to the meat of his ass. She didn't need to tell him to stop, the smack made her point very clean. He sniffled when she rubbed the pain out, his shoulders and arms growing slack, now complying to her plan of restraint. Remmick kept his face buried in the soft, velvet duvet, the burning in his face and ears growing hotter. Being embarrassed like this, punished for not behaving, he didn't think it would be such a turn on for him. He almost liked it more than being praised, being rewarded with her sweet words and sweeter touch. So deep in thought, trying to ignore the how much he was hurting for release, he almost didn't catch the rattling sound of-
Rosary beads? Was she serious? She held them in her hand, an assortment of them fashioned into wrist resistants that she slipped over his hands and with a calculated pull and tug, he was now constrained without the free use of his hands, or even arms. The holy sacraments did burn his flesh much like the silver in the prong collar still fastened around his neck. Was this to further keep him from possibly shifting into his more monstrous form, or just more of a secure way of confining his hands? With her help, and the tug of his leash, the vampire got up from his kneeling position on the bed, but was motioned to sit on his knees on the floor. Oh, oh that's different. Now sitting on his knees, his center of gravity shifted, and he felt the toy deeper in him. He tried rocking a little on his knees, and his cock twitched when the tapered tip brushed against his prostate.
“Feels better like that, huh?”
“U-uh huh…”was all he could manage to mumble, but that was enough to get Ambrosine to smile. She was wearing a leather harness, and attached to it was a dildo fashioned out the same silicone the anal training toys were. Maybe because it wasn't his own, but the size of it was intimidating to him. Keeping her hold on the chain, she pulled it taut, making him shift again to feel that delicious stimulation. Taking a half step closer, Ambrosine now stood over the vampire, his lead in one hand while her other holding the base of the dildo to push its tip against Remmick's lips.
“Kiss it.”, she smiled, watching his expression turn into a mix of shyness and insecurity, but could tell by how his eyes looked up at hers, he was too eager to please her to rebuke the request- rather demand. So, he did, clumsily caressing his lips against the head of the strap on, which earned a rise of pleasure from her.
“Good boy, now open wide, stick your tongue out-mmm that's right, nice and wide.”
She slapped it against his lolled out tongue, hitting the underside of heavy shaft with quick, wet ‘paps’ Each one was accompanied by a coinciding jump of his cock, precum oozing plentiful from it now. Oh, so he liked this? Without asking, she slotted the dildo against his tongue, pushing into his open mouth.
“Come on baby, suck this cock.”, she groaned. A loud moan sounded from his agaped mouth, just before he wrapped his lips around the shaft, enclosing it in his mouth and sucking it. She took her hand off the base, now carding her fingers through his now dry, dark locks of hair. It was sloppy, noisy, and oh so filthy. He even kept eye contact with her while his cheeks hollowed out as it passed up the shaft of the dildo, drool seeping out from the corners of his mouth and falling in thick drops onto his lap.
“Look at you, baby, you're a natural!” Her praise was giggled, and the way he blushed brightly made her laugh even more. Giving a shallow thrust to test the waters, Remmick gagged from the tip going deeper in his mouth, almost to the back of his throat. She shushed him, a gesture too tender for what she was about to do. Wrapping the chain once, then twice around her hand to shorten it, she pulled Remmick closer to her, making him deep throat the silicone cock. The startled gag was muffled but he couldn't get away, her firm hold on the chain kept him there, kept him from pulling away. A burning ache filled his jaw, his eyes watered with tears that clumped in his lashes, but no matter that, or how his stomach clenched with each gag, he let Ambrosine continue to fuck his face.
“Good baby, that's a good boy. Yeah, keep breathing through your nose, nice good breaths. Just let me keep fucking that pretty mouth before I fuck you.”
After a while, unable to stand her own teasing, Ambrosine pulled the strap on out of Remmick's mouth, strains of spit hanging thick off of it. He choked on a cough, which made Ambrosine feel a tinge of worry. Kneeling down on the floor in front of him, Ambrosine encouraged him to take slow, deep breaths, even rubbing the soreness out of his jaw with one hand while rubbing his back with the other. He sniffled and gasped for breath, letting the coolness of her skin soothe his own fevered flesh.
“You okay?”, she asked, tilting his head for him to look at her, lilac eyes brimming with gentle worry. “Did I hurt you?”
“N-no ma'am, you didn't hurt me. I'm okay.”, he replied, his breath finally becoming even.
“Do you want to continue?”
He nodded fervently, but the raise of her ashen brows told him he needed to speak his desire. “I do ma'am, I wanna keep goin’.”
“Do you remember your safe word?”
A nod then again, he spoke;
“It's ‘pansy’. I don't wanna use it yet. You haven't done nothin’ I ain't liked so far.”, he remarked, a little sheepishly despite the still rock hard erection between his legs. “I don't wanna slow down neither, please. Please, I-I wanna keep playin’.”
Ambrosine searched his expression for any hesitation, any doubt, but not a trace could be found in his features. That sultry grin soon came back, much to Remmick's own joy, and she pressed a kiss on his cheek.
“Such a good boy, using your words.”, Ambrosine purred, and that earned a groan from Remmick. “So proud of you for telling Mommy what you want, too.”
Picking the chain back up, she gave it a light tug, motioning him to get back on his feet from the floor to lay himself in the middle of the bed. Knees back against his shoulders, legs held wide, he kept up the position so Ambrosine could remove the toy from inside of him.
“Thereee we go, baby, good job relaxing.”, she said in that encouraging voice, careful when removing it. He did whimper at how empty he felt now, but Ambrosine planned on remedying it soon enough. Placing the toy out of the way, she reached for the bottle of lube, setting it beside her as she settled between Remmick's legs. As if to tease him, she sat on her knees and rested the strap-on on top of his cock, a giddy smile across her pretty face.
“Not much smaller.”, she mused. “Not as thick but I'll get you there eventually.”
But it felt heavy, like it did on his tongue, heated anticipation pooling in his gut and thighs as he stared unbreaking at the sight. She gave a light tap against his shaft, chuckling by how it made him twitch. Finally reaching for the bottle, she drenched the dildo in its slick contents, stroking it just millimeters away from Remmick's own cock, even thrusting a little in her enclosed hand. He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't like the sight of it, pressing his lips together as he gawked at her.
“Hmm, baby likes to watch, huh? I do too, that's why I'm going to take you like this, just so I watch your handsome face while you take my cock.”
Remmick didn't bother to hold back his moan, brows furrowed from what, impatience was it? Ambrosine coated his rosy hole in much more lube that she had before, keeping the bottle in reach in case they were in need of it. Pressing the blunt head against it, one hand directed the strap on while the other rubbed circled into the soft flesh of his thigh. The stretch was something else, way different from her fingers or the toy from earlier, his teeth bared as he exhaled through his nostrils. Relaxing, he was trying so hard to, but she wasn't forcing herself inside of him, just gently pushing the dildo in.
“Don't hold your breath baby, that's it, you're doing so good.”
“It-ahh-I don't kn-ooow if I like it-”, he said, a mix of concern and confusion. She didn't go all the way in, only half way before moving her hips back out. Slow, shallow thrusts to ensure she wouldn't hurt him, gradually moving deeper into him until, finally, she rested fully hilted inside of him. He swore she was in his guts, like he felt the damn tip in the back of his throat, but maybe he was exaggerating. Ambrosine looked down, seeing the dildo now fully in him, taking a couple of moments to let him adjust to its thickness.
“I'm going to move now, okay?”, she said, more like a fact than a warning. Before he could say wait, or even ‘no’, she started to pull out, the drag on his insides making him dizzy before she moved her hips back to thrust inside of him. It didn't take long for him to start his whimpering again, pressing the side of his head into the pillow.
“M-Momma please…I don't-I can't-”, he blubbering, but she snapped her hips flush against his ass, bottoming out as she finally hit his prostate again. He howled then began to sob, her thrusts firm as she now held his thighs up and wide, keeping him from squirming away. In, then out, then in and out again. Tears were now pouring down his reddened cheeks, lips trembling and shaking with every cry, every time she hit deep in him.
“Momma-Momma you're bein’-you're bein’ mean to meeee!”he wailed, but that seemed to egg her on, thrusting a little harder each time she bottomed out, pushing out a cry every time.
“Shhh, you're okay. You're taking Mommy's cock so good, baby.”
His own cock jumped at the sentence, another wail leaving him as she continued to fuck his ass.
“You like this, huh? Mommy bullying your pretty little hole with her cock. You're all twitchy, baby. Yeah, that's it, you can cry all you want to. You want Mommy to keep fucking you, baby? Come on, cry for me, cry for Mommy. That's it, such a good boy. You're not even letting me go, you keep sucking me in. A good boy with a slutty hole, just wanting me to fuck it, huh?”
She kept inside of him as she moved him into a mating press, him almost screaming at how much deeper she was. She had him pinned now, folded in half as she continued to bottom out with each thrust, practically pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in deep.
“Momma-Momma please, it's too much! Mommy please!”, he said, sniveling. But he knew he liked it, it was too good. Every time she bullied his prostate, he would see stars.
“Do you want me to stop?”, she asked, stopping mid thrust. She shifted him back to laying completely down, bringing to pull out until he whined out frantically.
“Wait, wait no!”
She keened her head to the side, raising a brow at him.
“Oh? Do you want me to keep fucking you then?”, she asked, a tinge of amusement sprinkled in her tone. He nodded as frantically as his whine, but she completely pulled out before crawling on top of him, caging him underneath him as she grabbed his face to make him look her in the eyes, those beautiful lilac eyes.
“Ask me nicely, then I'll fuck you.”, she remarked, watching his expression crumble.
“Please, please please Momma! Please fuck me, please fuck me good! I-I wanna cum, I wanna cum so bad!”
She hummed, feigning a tone that she wasn't convinced. He cried harder, hot tears rolling fat down his face.
“Please-I'm sorry, please Momma! I want your-your cock back in me! I wanna cum on it, please! I'll be good, I'll be so good, pleaaaase!”
She wiped away his tears, letting go of his face to press kisses all over as he shook with sobs.
“There, there baby. It's okay, it's okay. I'll fuck you, sweet boy. Mommy is gonna make her boy feel so good.”
She pressed a kiss into his quivering lips, giving him one last kiss on the cheek before crawling off of him, back between his legs. Lubing up one more time, she eased her way back inside of him, watching the silicone be engulfed by his pretty awaited ass.
“Thaaat's it”, she soothed, fucking him through his tears now. “That's it, such a good boy.”
“Tha-ank you-you-ooohhh”
“Hmm, you love it don't you? Love my cock, baby?”
“U-uh huh, Momma's cock is so-oh, so good. I love it, I love it-ohh-!”
“Gooood boy, taking cock so well. I'll have to get plenty more for you, special ones just for my Remmick. Some with knots, some that can cum in you, yeaaaah. That way you'll know what it feels like for Mommy to breed you, fill you up so much you'll taste it. Would you like that?”
His jaw was slack open at this point, the punishing stimulation of his prostate making it hard to think at all. All he could do was whimper and sob, mixing in with the sounds of wet slapping of skin from every brutal thrust, of his labored, gulping breath and her soft, sweet praises.
“Poor baby, Mommy got you cock dumb, huh? Don't worry, sweet baby. I'll fuck you through it, bully your hole until you cum.”
“I don't-I don't know how to cum like that!”, he blubbered.
“You don't have to, silly. Mommy just has to”
thrust
“keep”
thrust
“fucking you”
THRUST!
The pressure started building deep in his pelvis, feeling it spread through his whole body. He tried to tell her to wait, something about he was about to wet himself, but she shook her head and kept thrusting. Deep it was, so deep, until he felt his body grow taut, his back arching the best it could given his arms being restrained behind it. It was so much, it hit him like a thunder clap, electricity shooting off in every nerve, silent wails shook his body as he finally came. Semen shot out of his tip in violent, quick ropes, coating himself in it, all the way up to his own face.
“Oooh, there it is! You came so much!”, she laughed, rolling her hips now to let him ride out his high. He was shaking, sobbing, covered in own cum. But it was different from any orgasm he ever had.
“Shhh, baby, it's okay.” Ambrosine was slow and gentle pulling out of his, the slick sound of her pulling out making him dizzy. She grabbed one of the wash clothes she had set aside on her nightstand, carefully wiping his face and neck clean, however she licked the drool and what semen did land on his lips, slipping her tongue between his lips to initiate making out. He tasted himself on her tongue, salty and a bit bitter.
“You okay?”, she asked when pulling her lips away, stroking his hair with soft and mindful strokes.
“Y-yeah, yeah.” He said between sniffs, “I thought…thought was gonna piss myself for a minute.” He nervously laughed. Ambrosine laughed, sweet and genuine, pressing a kiss against his chin.
“Feel like going again?”, she asked, battering her snowy lashes at him. Hell, she didn't have to ask twice. His expression said it all.
“Do you want to ride me?”, she smiled, but to that he blushed, searching for the right way to ask.
“If um, could you..take me from behind first?” He was so cute the way he asked, that she couldn't help but pull him in for a hungry kiss, catching him by surprise before he melted in her touch. Pulling away from him, she stood at the edge of the bed, helping him get into position.
Face down, ass up.
“I get to watch your ass now”, she mused, squeezing more lube onto the strap-on then spreading Remmick's hole to generously coat his insides. He shuddered at how cold it felt, but it melted into a drawn out moan when she slid herself back in, her hips flushed against the globes of his ass.
“Fuuuck, that's so good.”, he whined, moaning with his face half way in the bedding. “Oh, you're so deeeeep.”
“Hmm, yeah? Like it? You want it harder?”
“Yes ma'am, I want you to fuck me good and hard-”, he was interrupted by her change of pace, wailing now at how hard she was fucking him, how deep she was reaching every time she bottomed out.
“That's it, that's it baby. Keep crying, I'll fuck you through it.” Ambrosine groaned, looking down to see the black silicone disappear inside him, his hole stretched wide along its shaft. She delivered a sharp slap to his ass, then another, in sync with her thrusts. He was starting to rock back, matching her thrusts each time, drooling thick at how good it felt. He was still sensitive from the first orgasm, but his cock was now fully hard and heavy again between his legs, flinging drops of precum as he was fucked into. She tugged firm on the chain, the silver prongs digging into his skin and making him raise his head up off the bed.
“Greedy hole you have, baby. It keeps sucking me up every time, doesn't seem like it wants to let go. Like Mommy's cock that much, baby?”
“Uh huh, I love it sooo much.”, he whined. “I love cummin’ on it, I love gettin’ fucked by it.”
She hummed at his words, slowing down her thrust to a crawl before pulling out. He looked over his shoulder, disappointed until she pulled him up from his knees.
“Think you can handle a bigger one? Want to try?” Ambrosine asked, caressing the back of fingers down his back. His cock spoke for him though, jumping at the thought of being stretched out and being fucked deep. She kissed the back of his arm before letting him settle on the bed. She removed the dildo fastened to her harness, setting it aside to be climbed then went to retrieve another one. Now this one was bigger, a deep sparkling purple and a bumpy texture on the shaft and deliciously curved. Looking at it made Remmick's eyes water, but his cock and hole twitch. Fastening it to her harness, she got the purple monstrosity properly lubed then laid back on the bed. She didn't even need to tug the chain, or ask him, for he was already climbing on top of the bed and straddling her lap.
“Don't hurt yourself.”, she said lightly, but it would seem Remmick did not have that intention. He cautiously lowered himself, relax when he felt the thick, blunt head, and with a deep breath, slowly oh so slowly, sat himself on the dildo. His face squinted and pinched from the stretch, but his tongue lolled out how full it made him feel, instantly making his brain wooly and his cock jump and throb.
“Ooohhh that good, baby?” She purred, and he nodded back, slow and dumb. He settled his weight on it, his hips bucking like before when he settled on the training toys.
“B-best ohh-best cock, Momma. Momma has the best cock!” He whined, rocking his hips back and forth. She cooed, grinning at him already being so cock dumb.
“Ride it then, baby. Show Mommy how much you love her cock.”
And fuck, he did, he raised up on the bumpy shaft, its texture rubbing his guts so deliciously, it was sinful. He eventually found his rhythm, and Ambrosine enjoyed thoroughly how his cock bobbed with each bounce, how he whined and cried each time he hit his prostate. She'd let him work for this one, let him ride her until he couldn't. Not having the use of his arms still was troublesome but he found that if he just used his thighs to lift himself, he was able to bounce on it with no issue.
He rode her for a while, sometimes rocking his hips back and forth to stimulate his prostate, wanting nothing more than to cum that hard again. But this time, it didn't come that easily to him. She could tell by the way he was crying in frustration that he couldn't get himself to finish, and smoothed her hand over his thigh.
“Shhh, what's wrong, baby? Are you having a hard time?”
He nodded, shaking now, sobbing, aching but anyway to get ‘there’. Realizing he might need the extra help, she shifted herself, then matching his pace, thrusted up and hitting his prostate just right, enough to make his eyes roll back and flutter. She kept it up, quick and firm but not hard, cooing at him for doing such a good job, taking her so well. The hand that stroked his thigh ghosted upwards, and just as she quickened her pace, started giving him a hand job.
“Good baby, good. That's it, let Mommy take care of you. I'll help you get there, that's it.”
By the way his pitch changed in his voice, how it cracked and his words became nonsensical, she knew he was close. She stroked his faster, made her thrusts more pointed to his prostate, taking in how he begged and begged her to let him come.
“O-oh wait, I-”, he couldn't even finish, his mind completely drawing a blank as he came, harder than before, her still grinding up to milk him as hot cum shot all over her this time. It covered her belly, her breasts, and even on her face. Even through his sobs, she kept fucking upwards, driving him down then up then down by his hips, until he was completely wrung out. Coming to a stop, she helped him raise off the strap on, easing him onto the bed beside her. She was starting to clean herself up now, throwing the used rag out the way before tossing close to the clothes hamper. A shower would be needed for both of them, but not right now.
Rolling him to lay on his side, Ambrosine was careful in how she loosened the rosary bead wrist resistants, shushing him softly while tenderly rubbing the soreness out of his reddened and irritated skin. He was able to sit up by himself now, pushing himself off of his side to ease upright just as she took the harness off of her person. She turned to face Remmick, shifting closer to him in the bed so he was in reach. Taking her time, Ambrosine unfastened the prong collar's clip, then widening it to flip the prongs outright to finally slip the collar over and off of his head. The silver like the rosaries, seared pin pointed into his flesh, angry and flaming against his pale skin. She cradled his cheek, and he leaned into her touch, nuzzling his face into her palm.
“You did great.”, she smiled cooly. He snorted a laugh, to which made her laugh in return.
“If you can call what I did ‘great’ then sure.” To that, she shook her head, leaning in to press a kiss into his stubble cheek.
“I liked it a lot, you let me have my fun. Did you have fun?”
“‘Course, sweet pea. Always with you, never without.”
That pulled a smile across her face, admiring him so before tucking do to kiss the curve of his shoulder and moving out of the bed.
“Come on, you have to shower. You're all-”, Ambrosine started, but then stopped when she felt a firm grab on her wrist. She looked back at him, lilac eyes widened at his newly hungry expression. He chuckled lowly at her surprise, not wasting a moment to pull her back towards him and flush in his lap.
“Now hold on, baby girl. Ain't you forgettin’ somethin'?” She watched in a mix of breathless awe and fear at his eyes, how they were now a carmine red, glinting and pupiless, as thick drool dripped down his grin pulled mouth, flashing newly sharpened teeth.
“It's Daddy's turn to play, baby girl.”
Oh fuck.