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Alien breeding practices up close and personal

Mikitaka has prepared for this moment for years. Tonight, he finally has the opportunity to set his plan in motion.

“Shhhh, shhh, it’s alright, my love, everything will be alright, just relax for me.”

His voice is a ragged whisper as he urges you to keep silent, a slimy tentacle helping to muffle your noises by wrapping around your mouth. Angry tears drip from your eyes as you thrash and wriggle against his grip, but his grip on you is tight and absolute.

To think you’d invited Mikitaka to stay the night out of the kindness of your heart when you noticed how tipsy he was. You should have left him to find his way home after bar hopping with the rest of your friend group. You should have trusted that feeling in your gut that Mikitaka was not someone you could trust.

But like an idiot, you’d ignored every lesson drilled into you and let a virtual stranger – even worse, a friend of a friend – into your home. Hell, you’d even offered to let him sleep in your bed, though he’d drunkenly told you he could ‘sleep anywhere’.

No wonder, considering his shifting, writhing body. You flinched when Mikitaka leaned in to press a wet kiss to the tentacle covering your mouth, his green eyes clear of any previously perceived drunkenness. You tried to twist your head away from him, but that just makes the tentacle tighten.

It’s only in that moment that you remember the limb is wrapped around your throat. Choking in surprise, you kick your legs and scream, high-pitched and muffled. You hoped that the thin walls of your apartment would work in your favour, but unfortunately, it seemed your neighbours were fast asleep.

You’re alone. You’re vulnerable. You’re pinned beneath Mikitaka’s weight as he lets go of his human form, his clothes disintegrating to nothing. “This would have been easier if you’d remained asleep,” Mikitaka murmured apologetically, his hands trailing over your soft, warm body.

A needy yet inhuman sound escaped his throat at the difference in temperature between you and him. Mikitaka panted as your struggling makes you grind against his hips, his cock writhing and twisting on itself in need. You could feel it, slick and dripping, soaking into the fabric of your shorts.

The alien loomed over you, more tentacles wrapping around your arms to force them behind your back, “But I’ll admit… I think I prefer you being awake and moving to my touch more,” Mikitaka breathed the words, ducking his head low to trail soft, fluttering kisses over your clavicle.

Fuck. You should have worn something other than just a tank top and shorts to bed, “Ghh hfck ‘f mm!” Snarling, you try not to flinch when your legs are suddenly gripped and spread apart, joints creaking uncomfortably with how far open you were stretched, “Shthp!”

You tried to scream once more, but Mikitaka shushed you, continuing to kiss your skin softly, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long… I swear I was going to go insane if I wasn’t able to have you today,” He murmured while his hands snaked beneath your clothing, each moving in opposite directions.

Sticky, wet and revolting, Mikitaka’s right hand slid up over your abdomen to paw at your breasts while his left trailed at the waistband of your shorts. You couldn’t help but shudder at the trails left on your skin. It tingled, warm and increased your sensitivity – especially your breasts.

His hand cupped and squeezed your left breast, thumb flicking your nipple beneath your bunched up shirt, “Hahh, so soft… I didn’t expect them to fit so perfectly in my hands,” Mikitaka sighed, pulling his head back to stare down at you, his green eyes glowing luminously.

A moan, unfortunately, escapes you, allowing Mikitaka to slip one of the tentacles wrapped around your mouth between your lips. It plunges too deep, too quickly, and you gag, jerking to try and pull away. The tentacle pulls back only slightly, rubbing its tip against the blade of your tongue.

You couldn’t help but instinctively try to push back against the intrusion, but the angle of the tentacle made that impossible. You tried to bite down, but your teeth sank into the jelly-like flesh only halfway before a terrible taste made you heave and retract them.

Mikitaka hissed, but pressed down harder against you, slime dripping from his body to coat yours, “Ah, ah, that wasn’t very nice,” He scolded mildly, shifting the tentacle in your mouth so that it could suck the fluids in your mouth out before you accidentally swallowed it, “You need to be more careful. If you’d ingested my blood, your nervous system would start to shut down.

“After all… it would be a waste to lose the future mother of my children in such a terrible manner,” His words were calm, but chilling, as he sucked your mouth dry of all fluids to make sure no toxins remained on your tongue.

You squirmed and tried to twist out from under him, though mindfully kept your teeth away from his skin, “Good girl,” Mikitaka crooned sickeningly, ignoring your snarl and glare of defiance. Curses and muffled words drew a hum from the alien, who removed his damaged tentacle to replace it quickly with another before you could try to scream.

The moment it touched your tongue, your mouth was flooded with something thick like mucus. It tasted vaguely of artificial strawberries, coating your tongue and inner cheeks. You tried, once again, to force the tentacle out, but it writhed and twisted deeper, forcing itself down your throat.

Instinctively, you swallowed, and it burned down your throat, tingling heavily in your belly. Alarm bells rang in your brain as you tried desperately to pull back while your throat twitched and revolted against the penetrating tentacle. It was only when you began to choke and shudder that Mikitaka pulled it out with a small sigh.

But that was only so he could lean in and steal your lips in a slow, surprisingly gentle kiss. You couldn’t stop the breathy groan you made the moment his lips touched yours, your skin suddenly feeling too hot and tight. His tongue filled your mouth, but you were too distracted by the way every nerve in your body seemed to come to life.

Without your attempts to fight him, Mikitaka deepened the kiss, trailing his tongue over your teeth, your cheeks, and tongue. Spit and more of that saccharine fake-strawberry fluid pooled in the spaces between your cheeks and molars, forcing you to swallow, swallow, swallow-

Why… why was everything starting to feel so hot? The slime dripping from Mikitaka’s larger, inhuman form ate away at the fabric of your clothes till you were naked and exposed. His cool hands, which had halted their movements while he’d cleaned out your mouth, began to trail over your body once more.

His fingers felt odd, too soft and squishy as they followed the dips and curves of your body, mapping out every spot that drew a reaction from you. Every flinch, hitched breath, whimper and moan was swallowed by his greedy lips and stored in memory. You felt breathless, the burning through your body steadily building.

Your fear numbed. The tension in your body eased as your brain went foggy, leaving you complacent. Your thoughts were cast adrift, becoming less and less coherent as Mikitaka’s tongue filled your mouth and almost dipped into your throat.

Unlike before, you didn’t gag. Your eyes seemed to gloss over as a muffled moan tingled through your mouth and made the alien crowding your body shudder. The temperature difference between you two had goosebumps erupt over your skin, another physiological marvel for Mikitaka to stroke and admire.

Perfect. You were going to be so perfect. He’d known it from the first time he laid eyes on you that his search had come to an end. Mikitaka couldn’t wait to fill you, to pump you full and take care of you while you carried the future of his lineage.

Seemingly satisfied that you were starting to feel the effects of the aphrodisiac his body had tailor-made to soothe just you, he broke the kiss, “There we go, doesn’t that feel so much better? I’m going to make you feel so good, dearest,” He murmured, voice almost sweet despite the underlying threat of his words.

All you could do, though, was gasp and whimper in response. Everything felt too distant and dreamlike as Mikitaka possessively dragged his hands and tentacles all over your body. The remaining scraps of your PJs that had clung to you melted beneath his touch, leaving you naked and quivering.

He explored your figure with hungry, yet tender touches, squeezing and stroking to learn what made you shiver and mewl. Two tentacles wrapped around your soft breasts, massaging them while Mikitaka lazily lapped at your nipples, humming at the taste of your skin.

The moment his hands gripped your waist, Mikitaka dug his thumbs into the softness of your belly. You arched at the hot, electrifying bolt of arousal that slammed through you at the action, a sharp, confused cry escaping your lips.

“Oh… very sensitive… seems the nerves here are most affected by the aphrodisiac,” Mikitaka’s murmured observation didn’t reach you, as the intense throbbing ache in your belly consumed your attention. You tried to press into his touch, hoping to alleviate the emptiness, but he kept his touch light.

He continued to rub his thumbs in light circles over the same spot, and you hated how you whined at his touch, “Nngh, M-Miki…taka…~,” His movements paused for a moment as his name dripped like molasses from your swollen lips, his gaze sharpening with interest.

Mikitaka stared with glowing eyes as you shivered and jerked beneath him, a weak and starkly different reaction compared to before. Your pupils were blown wide, the blackness nearly swallowing your irises, unfocused and needy.

You whined again, head lolling back, exposing your throat to more questing tentacles, while you didn’t hesitate to coil around the smooth expanse, “P-please… Mikitaka… please,” You were wholly unaware of what you were saying, tempting and encouraging the alien to go further.

And further, he most certainly would go. Even if you were no longer lucid, in his mind, the aphrodisiac had simply opened your mind to the connection he’d always felt with you, “You’re so sweet for me… You must have just been scared before,” He mumbled, leaning down to peck your soft lips before trailing them lower.

Mikitaka kissed his way down your front, tightening the tentacles wrapped around your legs when he felt them twitch, “Shshshshshhhhh, it’s okay, you can let go, you can just relax, let me take care of you,” He murmured, green glowing eyes possessively staring at your slackened, almost drooling epression.

So lovely. So cute. Now that you weren’t scared and trying to fight him off, you lay back so sweetly for him. Mikitaka rewards your brainless obedience by lowering his head between your spread thighs, inhaling your natural musk deeply.

The heady scent of your arousal has his eyes rolling back in pleasure, a ripple going through his jello-like form, “Perfect… I’ve wanted this for so long and it’s all going so perfect,” Mikitaka murmured, kissing and sucking soft, mottled bruises along your inner thighs, more tentacles moving to wrap around your tummy and chest.

You’re almost completely covered in some way by a part of his body, leaving you helpless in his grasp. The aphrodisiacs coursing through your blood leave your muscles slack, till not even the slightest twitch comes from you. You’re weak, vulnerable and ripe for the taking, your pussy dripping and ready.

But Mikitaka wanted to take his time. He’d consumed enough information surrounding human courtship and relationship dynamics to know that he still had to prove he could satisfy you. A trickle of your juices drips down your left thigh, meeting Mikitaka’s soft lips.

Instinctively, his tongue darts out to lick it up, the tangy taste of your arousal bursting through his senses, “Mmmh, you taste so… delicious,” He mumbled, craving more, his tongue following the path of that little drop till his breath washed over your glistening cunt.

A whimper escapes your throat at the feeling, though it quickly changes into a needy cry when Mikitaka drags the blade of his slick tongue between your labia. Traces of the aphrodisiac remain in his saliva, leaving your pussy tingling and hot from its effects.

“Ah, hahh, p-please… oh please… that felt…” The words drone out of your throat, your skin erupting with goosebumps when Mikitaka lifted your thighs over his shoulders. His hair – strangely unaffected by his transformation – brushes along your sensitive skin, so different to the slick softness of the rest of him.

Mikitaka doesn’t bother responding to your begging. He knows what you need – what your body now craves, now that you have calmed down. Parting his lips, he once again licks a long, languid stripe over your cunt, feeling your clit throb along its length.

He wanted more. He needed to taste more of you, to fill his mouth with your juicy, needy cunt. Mikitaka nuzzled closer, practically burying his face in your muff, his tongue dragging slow circles over your opening. It teased your pussy, prodding and flicking as your insides clenched with desire around nothing.

Desperate mewls spilt from your throat like the sweetest music as the alien dove his face into your cunt, his tongue finally pushing inside. Soft, warm lips enveloped your labia, trying to make sure not a drop of your need was spilt while he ate you out.

Hollowing his cheeks, Mikitaka started tonguing your cunt with slow, shallow thrusts, relishing your calls of his name. Your inner muscles fluttered and squeezed around the intrusion, pulling it deeper as it curled and rubbed against them, “Mmmh~! S-so, hahh, hot!” You gasped, arching what little you could while dizzying bolts of lust burst through your stuffy brain.

It was hot. Everything felt hot. Even the tentacles surrounding you, coating your skin, felt like they’d scorch you. Sweat beads on your brow, dripping down to sting your eyes as more trickled down your back. And yet, it all was incomparable to the searing ache in your belly, demanding to be filled.

Mikitaka stared up at you from between your thighs, admiring how debauched you looked. His tongue began to thrust in and out of you with more fervour, slipping deeper and deeper with each stroke. You shuddered and tried to buck weakly into his face, but you were easily held down.

Thick, lewd slurps and sucks filled the heated air of your room, barely heard over your moaning and panting, “Ah! Ah, yes, mmh, there, more, please!” You cried out as you felt his tongue rub over your g-spot, your juices drenching the muscle and dripping right into Mikitaka’s mouth.

He felt as if he could drown in your arousal and die a happy man. He swallowed greedily, cheeks hollowed and eyes glowing, taking in everything he could. Mikitaka increased the pace of his thrusting tongue, humming just to tease your clit and pull more lovely cries from your throat.

If your hands were free, they would have been tangled in his hair by now. His name spilt like a fervent prayer from your drooling mouth, wrecked, desperate sounds creating the sweetest melody. The tentacles attached to your breasts continued to toy with your nipples, flicking, pinching, rubbing in the same tempo as Mikitaka ate you out.

Pleasure rushed through you so heavily it threatened to consume you, mind, body and soul. You arched and bucked when Mikitaka allowed any movements, pleading for more, begging the alien for salvation. All the while he watched, he devoured, knowing that soon, soon, you would be ready for him.

This was the culmination of all his efforts. Mikitaka had spent so long studying you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike when you were isolated and your guard was down. He knew you would forgive him eventually – you would have to, since you would be bound to each other for life with the brood he’d put in you.

Plus, you wouldn’t have anyone else to steal your attention once he brought you home after tonight. The nest he’d built from his biomass and the few scraps of DNA he’d managed to steal from you was tailor-made to keep you comfortable and safe. You wouldn’t be able to escape him – both because of the eggs and the bonding fluid that would keep you tethered in place.

Mikitaka shuddered, his grip on you tightening, fingers digging into your still-empty abdomen. An image of you just like this, but with a swollen belly and leaking tits flashed through his mind, pulling a deep, needy growl from the centre of his chest.

The vibrations of his growl shuddered through his tongue, the added stimulation almost enough to send you over the edge, “I’m gonna cum!” You gasped, spit dripping from the corner of your mouth, eyes rolling back as your body began to tense up, “Gonna-gonna cum, gonna cum, please, hngh-!”

Unfortunately, Mikitaka quickly pulled his mouth off of you before you could cum, “No, no, no, no, please!” You whined pathetically as his tongue slipped out of your soaked cunt with a wet ‘schlk’, a strand of your sticky juices connecting the tip to your pussy.

It drooped and broke when he pulled the full length of his tongue back into his mouth, a deeply satisfied groan resounding through the room, “Delicious. Next time I want to keep going until you can’t cum anymore,” Mikitaka purred, shifting to loom over you once more, his gaze dragging over your bound form.

You whimpered, trembling as he pressed closer, shifting his hands to your hips while slotting between your thighs. His cock writhes over your slickened labia, pulsing and sticky, the sensation almost making you cringe. Almost.

But then the tip rubs against your clit and you moan at the hot-white spark of pleasure that shot through you instead, “Oh? Do you like that, my love?” Mikitaka murmurs, his cock rubbing against your clit a second time. You couldn’t help but nod, a drawn out ‘yesssssss’ making him chuckle.

“I’m glad. It seems your body already accepts that we’re meant for each other. We’re so… compatible,” He leaned in to pepper your sweaty face in kisses, a delighted hum leaving Mikitaka’s throat at the salty fluid. The tentacles around your arms loosen and guide them around his shoulders, encouraging you to cling to him.

Mikitaka settles in closer, hiking your legs around his waist and making sure his other limbs practically bind you together. You gasp and clutch him closer, your head lolling forwards to rest against his right shoulder, “Hngh, ah, Mikiiiiii~,” You mewl as your nails dig into the meat of his shoulders.

He shivers at the tingling pressure and tries to pull you impossibly closer, “You fit against me so nicely… so warm and soft, perfect to hold close while I fill you up,” His compliments are odd and slip in one ear and out the other, your focus primarily on the wriggling cock rubbing over your pussy.

The tip slips between your labia, stroking over your drooling cunt before plunging into you with ease, “Oh! Oo-oh, hahh, ffffffuck, that’sh-!” You stumbled over your words, body jolting at how unnatural it feels to have something squirm deep into your cunt.

Like a moray eel seeking refuge, Mikitaka’s dick glides through your tight, hot pussy, easily filling you up to the brim, “Ahhh, that’s it, just take it – I know it must feel strange, but you’re handling this so well for us, dear,” His praise made you shudder, tightening around his cock, which sucked it in further.

You could feel it stretch you open wider with each inch that wriggled into you, the tip rubbing and touching your inner walls as if searching for something. It felt odd, and if you weren’t drowning in the side effects of Mikitaka’s aphrodisiac, you might have freaked out about what was happening.

But it also felt so good. Sticky, yet slipping in with such ease, pulsating inside your cunt, “Just a little bit more,” Mikitaka crooned, rocking his hips in slow motions to grind his pelvis against your throbbing clit, “Hahh, I love how you feel around me, how you pull me in so nicely, tight and wet and perfect.”

You moaned, Mikitaka’s name slurring from your lips in a way that made the alien’s heart flutter. Just as his cock bottomed out inside you, the tip nudging against your cervix, he leaned in and caught your lips in another kiss. The tip released more fluid, tenderly rubbing over the tender entrance, making sure to coat your cervix thoroughly.

“Mmmngh~?” You whimpered into Mikitaka’s mouth, squirming when the head of his cock prodded the entrance of your womb a second time. Your pussy tightened, but that didn’t stop Mikitaka’s cock from twitching and undulating inside you.

The additional lubricant drooling from his dick just made your pussy wetter, allowing Mikitaka to pull back half way, breaking the kiss with a groan, “Mmmh, hold onto me tightly,” He purred, shifting his hands to your ass, gripping both cheeks firmly before slamming balls deep inside you once more.

A raucous cry ripped free from your kiss-swollen lips, head falling back onto your pillow. The alien held you close, mumbling praise as he began to fuck you with slow, yet hard strokes, his cock turning surprisingly stiff. His thighs slapped against the backs of yours, the sound ringing through the room and threatening to drown out your cries.

You bounced with each thrust, clinging to Mikitaka as sharp stabs of pleasure-pain shot through you from the depths of his movements. However, soon your cervix became numb and tingly as the fluid drooling from his cock worked its magic, leaving you a babbling mess of need.

It relaxed your inner muscles, ensuring that the entrance to your womb would be pliant and ready, “Mmmh, hahh, there we go, doesn’t that feel so good? Ah, yes, that’s my good girl, my sweetheart,” Mikitaka purred as he kissed and nibbled at your neck and chest, marking you up with his mouth.

Your nails clawed at his shoulders, your body trembling as you tried unsuccessfully to meet his thrusts. Mikitaka made sure to keep his tempo even, shifting the angle of his hips so the fat underside of his oviparous cock rubbed over your g-spot, “Hnghh, ah, ah, ah, yes, Mikitakaaaaaa, Miki-mmmmh, sooooo goood~!”

Your mewling was so cute to the alien, he couldn’t help but coo and press against you even more intimately. No part of your body went untouched, unheld, while your world narrowed down to the rhythmic pumping of Mikitaka’s cock in and out of your pussy.

Pleasure bloomed hotly through your belly. You couldn’t help but moan and wrap your legs tighter around his waist, trying to ground yourself in the moment. ‘More. More. You needed more.’ An unfamiliar voice whispered into your empty head, unsettling yet instinctual.

You needed to be filled. To be bred, “Miki, Mikiiiiii, yes, ah, m-more, pleash, moremoremore, neeeeeeeeeeeeed it~!” You whined, slurring through the words as tears spilt down your sweaty face, only to be lapped away by Mikitaka’s tongue.

He groaned and shifted to look down where his cock rocked in and out of your pussy, admiring the sticky juices that frothed around the base, “So good for me, so perfect, you feel so good,” He praised, his voice surprisingly light despite how hard he fucked you.

“You’re going to be even more beautiful once they’re inside you,” He continued, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, the tip of his cock rubbing more insistently against your relaxed cervix, “You’ll keep them safe and warm, help them grow, keep them healthy… and I’ll be with you through all of it.”

His words should have sent warnings blaring through your mind, but you were too far gone to care. Nothing but the pleasure building in your gut mattered, not even the twinge of discomfort you felt as he halted his thrusts to grind roughly against you instead. The head of his cock finally managed to worm its way into your womb, spreading to hook itself just past the opening.

Your insides immediately clamped down, which expelled more fluid directly inside your empty womb. Vaguely, something in the back of your mind told you that something was amiss – unnatural. The crushing sensation of wrongness that should have followed that didn’t occur, though.

No, instead, your senses became even more dulled, leaving you slack and weak beneath Mikitaka, “You’re going to be such a good mother, a perfect wife,” Mikitaka groaned, slipping a tentacle down to your clit, making sure to rub it slowly while he felt the eggs begin to shift in the swollen sack in his lower abdomen.

You moaned wetly, unable to form any words, loopy thoughts and senses refusing to focus through the fog. One, two, three little strokes and you came undone, your pussy tightening around Mikitaka’s pulsing cock. Your release soaked his lap and your blankets, while the milking pressure of your cunt triggered the laying process.

Mikitaka hissed through clenched teeth as the first few marble-sized eggs descended into his cock, “Ah, hahh, yes, mmngh, take them,” He groaned, straining as his muscled pulsed and undulated with the same rhythm of your orgasm, using your milking pussy to his advantage.

Slowly, bit by bit, the eggs slid through Mikitaka’s cock. They stretched your already straining muscles further, and the slight divots between each egg caused your eyes to roll back in pleasure. They rubbed over your g-spot, lengthening your orgasm and ensuring your pussy clenched down, helping them reach and pass through your tight cervix.

You cried out in confusion as they spread your cervix uncomfortably, but you unable to do anything but lay there and accept what was happening, “Hahh, shh, shh, I know, I know, please, bear with it, you’re safe, I’ve got you, just give me this, please,” Mikitaka grunted and ground against your hips, the eggs slowly pushing past the tight entrance to your womb.

It felt strange, but the added pleasure of feeling the eggs travel through your pussy alongside the numbing of your nerves eased any potential pain you might have felt. With a small pop and a sharp inhalation ‘Oh~!’ from Mikitaka, they settled heavily in your belly, warm and squishy.

The first few eggs made no changes to your belly. You could feel them, feel their weight and a strange, throbbing warmth, but there was no evidence of their presence just yet, “Yes, yes, there we go, mmmh, fill your mother, let her body protect and nourish you till you’re ready,” Mikitaka groaned, one of his hands moving to pat your unchanged tummy.

It wouldn’t remain that way for long, though. With each egg that plopped inside your womb, more and more space was taken up, forcing your body to accommodate. They attached to your uterus and stuck there, though the more they were pumped into you, the more swollen your tummy became.

You panted through the sensations, your already sweaty body beginning to shake and struggle against the strain. Mikitaka watched as your abdomen grew beneath his hand, cooing and clicking with pride as his brood filled you. The eggs rubbed against each other inside you, shifting until they settled and stuck together using the thick mucous coating them.

It would prevent them from becoming damaged while they grew and developed in your womb. It would both cushion them and keep them in place until it naturally broke down closer to when they were ready to hatch. Not that you were concerned with those things right now.

No, what you were concerned about was that you were getting close to a second orgasm, “Mmmh~!” You whimpered, pawing weakly at Mikitaka’s shoulders, while trying to buck and rock your hips, what little they could. Your growing belly made it more difficult, but you were needy and impatient enough to try.

“Hahh, d-don’t move so much, you might… disconnect us, my love,” Mikitaka groaned, both of his hands rubbing your belly to try and ease the strain it was under. He slipped one lower, thumb delicately rubbing your clit, admiring how you arched and whined weakly for more.

Mikitaka relished how you tightened and fluttered around his cock, taking his eggs without any struggle, “Hmmm, that’s it, good girl, good, girl, just let it wash over you… do you want to cum again?” You nodded, mindlessly greedy for more pleasure, and Mikitaka rubbed harder and faster on your clit.

He made sure to keep you on the edge as the stream of eggs gradually slowed, waiting till just the last few stragglers were pressed against your cervix before letting you cum again. They pushed into your filled womb with some difficulty, followed by a flood of cool, sticky liquid.

The moment he finished, the tip of his cock deflated and pulled out of your cervix, blasting the stretched muscles with more of the same cool fluid. You whimpered, completely worn out and exhausted, simply going limp atop your filthy bed when Mikitaka pulled all of his tentacles back.

“You did so well, my dearest,” He praised, gathering you in his arms as his body shifted back to his more familiar human disguise, “Such a good mother, just for our brood,” Mikitaka cooed and peppered kisses over your sweaty face, hands possessively stroking your belly.

It would take months before these eggs would be fully developed and ready to be laid for hatching. Only a quarter of them would make it to term, but Mikitaka was so proud of you for being able to take all of them in one go. It was like your body was built for this – built to carry his future progeny and no one else's.

It would remain to be seen whether they’d be able to absorb your genetics through the ova your body would continue to produce. And if it failed this time… well, you and Mikitaka could always try again with the next brood, he mused, continuing to murmur praise as you slipped into unconsciousness.

You would only come back to full consciousness a week later, as the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac finally left your system. By that time, Mikitaka would have brought you to the nest he’d prepared for you in his basement, trapped, helpless, and completely at his mercy.

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jotaros-massive-tiddies · 1 month ago

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I always liked your writing for Risotto. Found you on Ao3 a while back and anything Risotto especially yandere Risotto does things to me lol.

risotto is honestly SO FRICKIN GOOD as a yandere character like???

1 he's genuinely dangerous

2 i believe he'd be hella unhinged when in love

3 there's NO WAY you'd be able to leave him lmao

#ro speaks #risotto bae #jjba postin

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jotaros-massive-tiddies · 1 month ago

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Hmm,how about yokai yandere satosugo x reader?

Little backstory of reader:- y/n is a middle aged woman who lost her child and married.someone advised her to go pray at some abandoned shrine in jungle where anyone inner true wish come true but the question is at what price.

HHHHHHHH THAT WOULD BE SO HOT I'M NOG GONNA LIE

I'm imagining like a kitsune and inu yokai as the first thought that popped into my head but oh my god there are so many options to choose from.... jorogumo suguru...... oni satoru....... FUCK

#ro speaks #storu bae #suguru bae #jjk postin

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jotaros-massive-tiddies · 1 month ago

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Totally didn't come here after staying up and reading your fics all night 🤭

I have spicy Qin Shin brain rot, may I speak it? ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠`⁠ʔ

hell yeah you can!!!! i'm always open to hearing other people's thirsty thoughts/brain rot for their faves hehehehehe

#ro speaks #qin shi bae #ror postin

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jotaros-massive-tiddies · 1 month ago

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New sneak peek! I'm hoping to finish this piece by tomorrow - super excited to share some jelly alien shenanigans with yall <3

#ro speaks #sneak peek #n/s/f/w #not sfw

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jotaros-massive-tiddies · 2 months ago

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Another sneak peek

hi yall! sorry, got stuck in my own head and spiralled a little *too* intensely so haven't been writing the last few days ;w;

I'll be starting work again tomorrow so hopefully that and the good weather will help but yeeee I am making slow but steady progress on the mikitaka piece - looking forward to sharing it with yall once it's done <3

#ro speaks

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jotaros-massive-tiddies · 2 months ago

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Ocean's embrace (Siren!Ryoumen Sukuna/F!Reader) pt 2

After weeks spent as a siren's potential next meal and current fuck buddy, you finally take your chance to escape when he's away on a hunt for longer than usual. Unfortunately, your luck lands you right back into another storm.

Part 1 found Here

You shouldn’t have tried to escape.

Harsh waves batter against you as you desperately cling to the sheer cliff before you. Rain pours from the sky, pelting so hard it feels like you’d bruise from the fat drops. Naked as you are, there is nothing to shield you from the rain’s harsh hits, and you flinch at the sting.

Soaked to the bone and shivering, you squint, trying to make sense of where you were. You knew you had somehow managed to swim out from the underwater cave you’d been kept in – but you had no idea where you were.

With the rain falling as hard as it was, though, you could hardly see five feet ahead of you. You knew you were clinging onto rough stone, standing on a small rocky ledge with trembling legs, but that was it. You felt no dirt, no plants, no left-over nesting materials – though whether that was because the cliff face was empty or due to your numbness, you weren’t sure.

Another wave crashes against your back, forcibly pushing your body harder against the rocks, which scratched your skin. It doused you from your neck down to your feet, forcing you to cling harder for fear of being swept away.

‘I should’ve stayed in the cave!’ You think miserably, shivering for a few long seconds before slowly, carefully trying to inch further to your right. There was no turning back. You knew this from the moment you took one deep breath before making your escape that this was do or die.

You just hoped you wouldn’t fucking die.

Your hands slid along the rock to find proper spaces to hold on to, pausing with every step as the waves kept smashing into you. It was getting harder to hold on, but you kept going, forcing yourself to keep going.

Each step felt like agony to your exhausted body. Weeks spent trapped in a cave with little food or water had weakened you drastically. Sukuna had probably kept you like that to ensure you wouldn’t be able to escape, considering the siren believed he owned your life after saving you initially.

That, or he was just a bad hunter. You also wouldn’t put it past him to hunt and eat most of his kill before bringing you the scraps that were edible for humans. There was no doubt in your mind that you would never be able to enjoy sushi the same way again.

Another crushing wave forces you back to the present, and you whimper as you feel your grip slip before you manage to catch yourself, ‘If I survive and make it back to society. Focus, girl,’ You think as you grit your teeth to try and stop them from chattering.

Step by step, tug by tug, wave after wave, you slowly climb further along the cliffside, hoping to reach some kind of shore. The likelihood that there was somewhere safe for you to get to was slim, but you were determined. You couldn’t continue living in this hellhole – not when your continued survival hinged on the whims of a beast.

The only reason he’d let you live till now was because you, somehow, succeeded in ‘entertaining’ Sukuna. Mostly by submitting to his whims, not fighting back whenever he wanted to fuck you, and existing quietly without complaint. If you weren’t so concerned about staying alive, you might have been bored to tears with how little you were ‘permitted’ to do.

There had been moments, though, where Sukuna’s attitude seemed to soften for you. Whenever he was in a particularly good mood, he’d entertain your curiosity and questions about sirens, but those moments were few and far between. Even then, you had to be careful with what you asked, lest you ruin his mood.

Gods, you couldn’t wait to be completely free of him. You couldn’t wait to return to society, to shower, to dress up in warm, comfy clothes and curl up cosy in bed. The blankets Sukuna had somehow brought you the first time you woke in the cave quickly became sodden and mouldy, as the siren would simply crawl atop you without even attempting to dry off.

Without those and any clothes, you’d quickly learned just how unequipped you were to live in this manner. Every day spent in the cave was so, so cold, so dark, that you’d almost forgotten what it felt like not to be damp and shivering 24/7.

Squinting through the rain, you paused when your next step revealed a gap where the ledge ended. A sob ripped free from your throat, and you had to resist banging your head against the rock wall before you. Damn it, damn it, your arms trembled as you tried to think of what you could do now.

You were stuck. You didn’t have the energy to turn and slowly make your way to the other side of the cliffs. The rain felt like it was pelting against your back harder, the waves were rising higher, and it was getting darker with every passing moment.

Turning your head in the direction you’d been walking towards, you leaned forward as far as you could. Maybe it was just a delusion born from the cold and wet, but you swore you saw the vague outline of a larger plateau stirred hope in your heart.

It was too far for you to take a step, though. You’d have to risk jumping the distance. Hesitantly, you tried to strain your sight to make sure what you’re seeing is real… but your hands were beginning to cramp from how tightly you were holding on.

There was no other choice for you. You had to trust what little you could see. The worst that could happen was that you’d fall into the water, but if you angled yourself smartly, you’d still be able to pull yourself out. Taking a deep breath, you twisted your body and bent your knees as much as possible, one hand remaining on the rock wall, while the other reached forward.

One jump. It was just one small leap, and then you’d hopefully be somewhere safer.

Just as you prepare to jump the roiling gap, two pairs of large, clawed hands grab and pull you back into the water, “No!” You shriek, flailing wildly before crashing back into the freezing cold ocean water behind you.

Salt water chokes your senses as you are pulled beneath the ocean, a large figure tucking you into a tight, possessive embrace. You try to thrash, to struggle, to claw your way back to the surface. But your arms and legs feel heavy and cumbersome, doing nothing but dragging you down faster.

All you can do is clench your eyes shut and hold your breath as the siren you’d tried to escape from pulls you under. Though your senses were confused, you despaired, knowing that he would bring you back into the underwater cave you’d barely survived leaving.

The pressure underwater weighs heavily on you. It tightens your chest and threatens to steal the last breath you took, leaving you without air in your lungs. You struggle not to lose it, though it gets harder and harder the deeper Sukuna swims.

Luckily, the Siren’s streamlined tail and muscular body allowed him to dart through the choppy waves with ease. With just a few sharp undulations, he reached the mouth of the cave and dashed through the short tunnel, breaking to the surface with a deep hiss.

With careless anger, Sukuna tossed you from the water onto the damp, rocky flooring of the cave. You wince, feeling little cuts and bruises bloom over your back and side as you barely curl up to protect yourself from worse damage. Shivering, soaked and gasping for breath, you must have looked pathetic and weak, barely able to lift your head to see Sukuna pull himself out of the water.

Truth be told, you didn’t need to look at him to be sent into a spiral of fear that he’d caught you. After weeks in the siren’s presence, you knew how powerful he was, how easily he could rip you to shreds if it so pleased him. Not only was he strong, but he was sadistic, enjoying your suffering and your pleasure with equal fervour.

Worst of all were the changes the siren had gone through since he captured you. As if he no longer needed to hide his true form, Sukuna was much larger, bulkier and terrifying than he had been initially. Two sets of muscular arms caged you in, framing a large torso which tapered to firm, yet narrow hips.

A secondary mouth bared its razor-sharp teeth, snapping repeatedly to make an unnatural chittering noise. Large, thick bone-like scales shifted in patches over his body, some obscuring half of his chiselled face. The large tail he used to propel himself in the water split and shifted into a pair of thick legs, with two fat, soft cocks swinging between them.

Your gaze, however, remained fixed on his thunderous expression, the two eyes on the uncovered left side of his face narrowed in a cold glare. A shudder of fear ripples up your spine, and you try to drag yourself away, gasping and mumbling, “Sorry, ‘m sorry, please, I shouldn’t’ve left, ‘m sorry, Sukuna-“

He grabs your ankles and tugs, pulling your body flush beneath his with a snarled, “Don’t,” when you cried out and tried to squirm away from him, “What did you think you were doing, sneaking out of the cave in the middle of a storm?!” Sukuna towered over you, his red gaze feverish with rage.

You try to keep your body turned away from him, but Sukuna refuses to let you hide, “You could have died due to your idiocy – did you think your pathetic human strength was any match for the waves outside? Fool!” He practically roared the insult, seething while you flinched and tried to look away.

That wouldn’t do. Growling, he flipped you onto your back and grabbed your jaw with one hand, forcing you to face him, “Look at me when I speak to you, wench,” You trembled, staring like a deer in the headlights at the rows of sharp teeth on full display in Sukuna’s maw.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck, you needed to calm down – you needed to calm him down before he used those teeth to rip out your throat, “I-I’m s-sorry, I don’t kn-know what I was t-t-thinking,” You whimpered, voice rough and weak from the salt water, and Sukuna’s fingers pressed against your throat.

His voice, every growl and snarl that spilt from his lips, sent cold claws of fear raking through you. It felt like you were ripped open and gutted, as if you wanted to get on your knees and plead to Sukuna for mercy, as if praying to an incensed god.

And still, beneath it all, that awful, disgusting lust you’d felt the first time he spoke writhed through your tummy and made your cunt clench. You hated it, you hated how he made you feel – even just a low, tuneless hum from Sukuna could leave your pussy aching and wet with need.

You shook your head and gasped, trying to force away the effects from his siren voice, “Y-You were just gone for-for so l-l-long, I didn’t… I didn’t think you were c-coming back…” You felt tears burn in your eyes as Sukuna snarled at your admittance, panicking as he pinned you down ever harder, “’m s-s-sorry, Sukuna, please, please don’t hurt me, I-I won’t do it again!”

A rough, mean laugh leaves the siren’s throat, “Ha, and you expect me to believe you? Do you take me for an idiot, girl?” He shook your head from side to side, the rough action making your vision swim dizzyingly. All you could do was reach up with weak hands to grab his wrists, whimpering and tugging pathetically to try and get him to let go.

Unfortunately, Sukuna wasn’t going to give you what you wanted, “Did you think you could escape my grasp and disappear without a trace?” He growled, forehead resting against yours as his eyes stared deep into your frightened, teary gaze, “Did you assume I wouldn’t chase you? That I wouldn’t come after you, to let you return to your people when you belong to me?”

Tears spilt from your eyes, and you breathed heavily, your breaths hitching in barely swallowed sobs. Words stammered from your lips, but they were half-baked apologies and pleas to be spared, all of which just seemed to make Sukuna angrier. You didn’t know what to do or say to have him forgive you.

Sukuna was not in a forgiving mood. There was an intensity to his gaze that you hadn’t seen since the first time he used you, “You will not leave me, understood?!” Sukuna hissed, gripping your jaw so tight the bone creaked painfully beneath his strength.

“You’re mine, bitch. Mine to keep, mine to play with, mine to mate and breed whenever I want…” He trailed off, an almost sickening glint filling his deep red eyes as he stared down at you. Several emotions flickered through his hungry gaze, so quickly you just couldn’t read them, and that freaked you out.

You couldn’t help but flinch when Sukuna suddenly ducked down, his face lowering till it was scant millimetres from yours, “W-what… why are y-you looking at me like th-that…?” You asked through hitching breaths, your tears still flowing down your cheeks, whilst Sukuna studied you.

Instead of answering, he grabbed your hips and lifted your otherwise limp form into his strong, secure embrace. Your legs, bruised and shaking from your struggle against the ocean waves, slipped around his hips. Your spread legs made your pussy rub against his cock, though luckily the slight arousal from Sukuna’s voice had yet to make you truly wet.

To your shock, Sukuna’s lower pair of arms clutched your waist and held you in place, while his upper pair curled around your shoulders. Before your brain could catch up with the sudden skinship, the siren stood and walked further into the cave, towards a damp pile of bedding.

You’d been using them for the last few weeks as your bedding, despite the slightly mouldy smell that lingered and how they clung to your skin. They were your only limited source of warmth aside from when Sukuna fucked you, though that was hardly a comfort. And now he was carrying you towards them before setting you down atop their meagre softness.

Uncertain what the siren was planning, your heart hammered wildly against your sternum, skipping a beat as Sukuna flipped you onto your hands and knees, “What-?” You gasped, trying to turn to look back at the siren, unwilling to fully turn your back on him.

Only for him to tangle one hand in your messy hair, pushing your head down into the blankets with a cruel jerk. You cried out in pain, clawing at the fabric beneath you, Sukuna’s large lower hands parting your legs and keeping them in place. The position had your hips elevated, exposing your soft, plump pussy to the cool air – to Sukuna’s possessive gaze.

“You. Are. Mine,” Heat tingled through your body at his possessive rumble, the siren using his one free hand to spread your labia apart, “I think I’ll break the illusion that you can escape me, right here, right now,” Sukuna continued, his voice surprisingly soft from the lingering fury that tinged his tone.

You shuddered, a ragged mewl escaping you when one thick finger rubs between your pussy lips, collecting the beginnings of your arousal, “I’m going to breed your tight little cunt until all you could ever want will be to remain by my side. With my brood in your belly, you won’t be able to think of anything except being a good girl for me.”

You froze at Sukuna’s declaration, cold fear gripping your insides and twisting, making it hard for you to breathe, “N-no, no, please, Sukuna, please d-don’t!” You whimpered, but your protests were ignored as the siren lower his warm mouth to your cunt.

The moment his lips pressed to your pussy, Sukuna hummed, sending hot white sparks of need skittered up your spine. You whimpered, hips jerking to try and get away, but you were held so firmly in place that all you managed was a slight squirm. His hands squeezed your hips and thighs, a warning for you to stay still lest more bruises mottle your soft skin.

Sukuna kept a low, deep hum thrumming in his throat as he licked and suckled at your labia and clit, getting you nice and wet for him, “Ngh~! Ah, Sukuna, mmmh, please, stop-!” You whined, tummy quivering as desire swirled heavily through you, your brain becoming a foggy mess.

It was always so easy for Sukuna to get you hot and needy for him. With all the time you’d spent with the siren, one might think you’d have grown some kind of resistance to his voice. And you had, somewhat, become used to breaking yourself out of the lull it sent you into.

But just as you’d learned how to pull yourself out of your trances, Sukuna learned the way your body ticked. He’d spent many hours mapping the sensitive points of your body, what made you shiver, what made you cry out for him.

These past few weeks with you had only served to deepen Sukuna’s initial obsession that urged him to save you. He’d become addicted to you – your taste, your voice, your soft, tender warmth, all of it settled like missing pieces to a puzzle inside him. To the siren, you were his mate, his chosen life companion – and he’d used this time to ‘seduce’ and woo you with his body.

He’d studied your reactions when his mouth was on your cunt, or how you clenched down on him when he switched the angle of his thrusting cock. When his fingers stretched you open, he knew just when and how to curl them to make you cum on command, without needing to use his voice.

It became a point of pride for him to bring you to the heights of pleasure like that. A challenge to break you, to make you desire him so deeply with just a light stroke of his fingers. Suffice to say, Sukuna practically knew your body better than you – though your need was not enough to make you stay.

He growled lowly, tongue dragging roughly between your puffy labia, teasing your clit and entrance by grinding against them. Your voice warbled and called his name so sweetly, but the garbled pleas for him to cease and let you go ruined the tender music he pulled from you.

Using his grip on your thighs to part them wider, Sukuna wrapped his lips around you and pushed his tongue inside your already dripping cunt. His deep, hungry groan shot vibrations through your clit, and it pulsed warmly inside his mouth, “Ohhhh~! Oh, mmh, f-fuck, hahh, t-that’s cheating!”

Your complaint gained an amused rumbling in response, Sukuna’s tongue slowly flexing against your clenching insides. When he felt your muscles flutter and relax, he began thrusting it in and out of your drooling hole, working you up further with practised ease. You moaned, arching into the pleasure, Sukuna’s long, thick tongue rubbing slickly against your walls.

You barely managed to turn your head, so your left cheek was pressed against the floor, easing the strain on your neck and chest only marginally. Your cracked nails snagged in the fabric beneath you when you clenched your hands into fists. Gods, it felt so good to have the siren lapping at your pussy – hungry and eager, like he’d been starving for a taste of you.

Fluids dripped past your labia to stain your inner thighs, only to be lapped up by Sukuna’s tongue. ‘Give in to me,’ He mentally purred, hollowing his cheeks to suckle on your clit, writhing and thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper inside your cunt.

“Hngh, ah, hahh, hahh, f-feels sooo… so good, mmh, S-Sukunaaaaa~!” You moaned mindlessly, the heady fog of your arousal making it hard to think. The fear you’d felt before made your pleasure feel sharp and heavy. Your body felt extra sensitive, being held down and tongue-fucked by the man you feared most.

The siren growled and huffed hotly against your cunt, relishing the taste and feel of your pussy. The more he ate you out, the more your juices flowed out of you, leaving you slick and pliant for Sukuna. Eventually, he pulled his tongue out of you with a lewd, wet noise, immediately replacing it with one finger.

You clenched around the digit with a mewl, its length thrusting in and out of you with ease. Sukuna turned his face and began biting and sucking deep, bruising marks into the plushness of your thighs. His finger pumped your pussy with rough thrusts.

Still, he was mindful of his claws, making sure they wouldn’t accidentally hurt you, “Such a needy cunt,” Sukuna growled, slipping a second finger into you and scissoring them slowly, just to make you feel the sting, “Makes me wanna stuff my cocks inside you right now,” He lapped the stickiness of your arousal from the insides of your thighs, pulling whimpering mewls from your lips.

You tried to silence yourself, but that was impossible when he crooked his fingers to rub the pads over your spongy inner walls, “Ah~! P-Please don’t, I won’t be able t-to.. to take that,” you whimpered fearfully, your words slurring slightly as you became increasingly overwhelmed.

The siren sneered, the hand around your neck tightening around your nape while his claws pricked your skin dangerously, “Silence,” He hissed, raising his head to bite harshly into the soft curve of your right ass cheek, “Consider this kindness your only reprieve. Once I start fucking you, I won’t stop till I know you’re nice and bred, slut.”

With that declaration, Sukuna turned his head and gave your left ass cheek a bite as well. His teeth sank deep enough to leave reddened welts, and you could only hope he wouldn’t draw blood. It stung, but the slight pain only made you wetter, your back arching in an almost painful bow.

“I-I’m sorry, s-sorry,” Your voice was a breathy mewl that made the siren’s twin cocks throb. He eased his desire to just pull out his fingers and take you by biting more hungry marks into your ass, leaving your lower half a mess.

Brain spinning dizzily with lust, all you could do was cling to your blankets and moan, moan, moan Sukuna’s name as he pushed a third finger inside your cunt. The cool air of the cave felt like a balm over your feverishly hot skin, providing the barest hint of relief to the burning arousal coiling in the pit of your belly.

You wanted more. You need more. You hated that you would give in so easily and let Sukuna take what he wanted without a fight, “I should keep you like this, desperate and wanting, ready to take me inside you whenever I return home from a hunt,” Sukuna rumbled, lowering his mouth back to your pussy to lick your fluids that dripped down his hand.

Sukuna worked his fingers inside you quickly, adding a fourth finger to stretch your pussy in preparation for both of his leaking cocks, “Good girl, such a good slut, all for me,” He murmured, breaths ghosting over your greedy cunt, “You were made for this – feels good, doesn’t it, to give in?”

You couldn’t help but nod mindlessly, already feeling like you were on the edge of release. Every thrust of his fingers pressed them against that perfect spot inside you that never failed to make you see stars. Your hips trembled, held aloft by your weakened legs and Sukuna’s big, strong hands.

He finger fucked your pussy until your insides began to flutter, the telltale sign that you were close to the edge halting Sukuna’s movements, “Are you close?” He murmured, looking through smugly narrowed eyes as you moaned and nodded sharply.

You tried to push back into his fingers, which were buried inside you, but they remained still, “Naughty girl. Do you think you deserve to feel good? After what you just tried to do?” Sukuna growled dangerously, spreading his fingers before pulling them out completely, leaving you empty and aching.

Whimpering, you shuddered as he moved you into a sturdier position before draping his front over your back, “You’re lucky I want to see your belly round and swollen or I’d keep you stretched and wanting on my fingers until you beg me for mercy,” Your insides clenched at the siren’s words, your belly tingling and hot with want.

His warmth was oppressive, surrounding you from all sides, like a cage you couldn’t escape, “P-please, I’ll… I’ll b-be good, I promise, j-just please don’t-don’t-,” You bit your lower lip, trying to keep yourself from pleading for him not to stop. Gods, you felt pathetic – but you were too horny to want anything other than Sukuna.

He sneered, pleased with your subservience, his form looming over you from behind, “Please don’t what, slut? Speak clearly, tell me what you want, who you need,” Sukuna’s voice seemed to drop lower, until you swore you felt his words vibrate through your bones.

They urged you to speak your mind, to let go of whatever resistance remained in your mind: “Please don’t stop!” You heard yourself moan, feeling disconnected from your body yet also tethered just above your skin. Sukuna rumbled at your plea, rolling his hips against your ass, his cocks rubbing over your dripping labia.

The heads caught on your entrance, smearing the tender skin with sticky pre-cum as if to warn you of what was to come. You couldn’t help but clench tightly, anticipation brewing in the pit of your belly. But Sukuna didn’t thrust in, simply pushing up and away to tease you and make you desire him even deeper.

“Hmmm, you don’t want me to stop? You want me to push inside you, fill this tight, wet little cunt with my cocks?” Sukuna hummed, nipping, sucking and lapping at the cool, wet skin of your shoulders, his hand remaining wrapped around your nape, “Answer me.”

You mewled and tried to push up into his front, eyes clenching shut when you felt his teeth dig into your shoulder blade, “Yes! Yes, I want it, I need it, Sukuna, please fill me, fuck me, u-use me how you w-want!” The siren laved his tongue over the new mark and finally took his hand off your neck, sliding it down to rest over your tummy instead.

Once again, Sukuna slipped the tips of his dicks against your openings, humping until they caught on your hole once more, “Good bitch, fuck, love it when you tell me what you want with such a cute, pathetic voice,” His praise seemed to drill into your head, etching the words in your brain till you wanted to be good for him.

He rubbed your tummy, pressing into the spot just beneath your navel and you whimpered at the pang of emptiness from it, “This is how you should always be for me – sweet, complacent and all mine,” Sukuna purred, nibbling at the nape of your neck as he humped against you once, twice-

The third rut of his hips made his cocks pierce through your cunt, spreading your insides wider than his fingers had prepared you for, “Ah! Ahhh~!” You cried out, head jerking up and nearly hitting Sukuna in the face. The siren seemed unperturbed, simply hissing when you clenched tightly around him.

Your vice-like grip halted their entrance, the pair of pulsing dicks only half buried in your pussy, “Relax, slut. Let me in. this cunt belongs to me, perfectly made for me, and I will ruin you for any other,” You gasped as he slid his still slick hand down between your thighs, rubbing your clit roughly.

Sparks of pleasure rocketed through you, your insides gushing and throbbing with need, “Sukuna~! Ah, hngh, Sukuna, Sukuna, o-oh fuck,” Your moans echoed through the cave, covering the wet noises your pussy made as he ground against you.

It didn’t take long for your pussy to relax, and the moment you did Sukuna grunted, shoving his cocks deeper inside you. Thrust by hard, hip-shaking thrust worked the pair of dicks made you see stars and knocked the breath from your lungs. Your voice became squeakier, whiny as you were held in place and made to take, take, take-

Till Sukuna’s cocks were sheathed to the hilt in your pussy, the heads nudging against your cervix. It hurt, to be stuffed so full, but fuck, it felt so good at the same time. You shuddered, arching into the press of Sukuna’s hips, a trail of drool trickling from your parted lips as you wheezed for breath.

“That’s it, take them deep… give yourself to me, good girl,” Sukuna huffed against the nape of your neck, making sure that you were surrounded by him, consumed by him. A whimper was your only response, encouraging Sukuna to rock and grind against you, waiting till your pussy had gotten used to both his cocks.

He nibbled at your soft skin, teasingly scraping the sharpness of his fangs just to feel you shiver. Your pussy fluttered perfectly around his cocks, and though you remained tight, your insides relaxed. Your walls clung to him, throbbing with need, encouraging the siren to slowly, shallowly, begin thrusting.

The first few tugs were short and deep, more to etch the length and girth of his cocks in your body and feel the slight bump nudging against his palm, “Hahh, so good for me, I’m going to breed this little cunt, stuff you full with my seed, make you carry my brood,” Sukuna growled, finally pulling out till only the heads of his dicks remained inside you.

Then just slamming them balls deep just as quickly, “Ah~! Oooooh, oh, hngh~!” You gasped, voice cracking as your eyes rolled back in pleasure-pain. Sukuna didn’t bother trying to go slow. He pressed you down to hold you in place with his hulking body and rutted against you, pacing hard, fast and rough.

You jerked and shuddered with each cruel thrust, nails clawing at your blankets until they were tangled around your fingers. You whimpered, moaned and drooled, all your thoughts dissipating like snow before the sun with every rut of Sukuna’s hips.

Words spilt from your lips in a slurry of nonsense, urging Sukuna for more despite your cunt already bearing the strain of taking both his cocks, “Such a needy thing – to think you’d be stupid enough to try and escape when you’re such a cock hungry slut,” The siren hissed, pressing and massaging the hand on your belly into the bulge he made every time he bottomed out.

His balls slapped your pussy, wet with your juices, taut and fat and ready to pump you full, “Hahh, with my child in your belly you’ll have to stay here, safe and mine, reliant on me,” Sukuna growled, rocking harder against your, his pelvis nearly bruising your ass from the roughness of his thrusts, “’s where you belong, all swollen and soft and pretty for me, mine, all mine.”

You sobbed and babbled your agreement, though the mess of your words was completely unintelligible, “Yes, ah, yes, yes, hngh, y-yours-hahh-pleaaase, ‘kuna, please~!” You whined, arching and bucking back as best you could into his thrusts, feverish with need and blinded by lust.

The siren rumbled a dark laugh, the hands still gripping your thighs tightening their grip until you felt his claws prick deep enough to draw blood, “Mhmm, that’s right, beg for it, beg me to breed this needy pussy, beg me to keep you, my sweet whore,” Every other word was emphasised with a particularly brutal thrust, punching your breathy cries from your throat.

Your pleasure built quickly in the pit of your belly, Sukuna’s cocks angled perfectly to rub against your g-spot with each bump and grind. You babbled and begged needily, completely at Sukuna’s mercy, fucked into submission. Your tummy ached from the constant battering at the entrance to your womb, but it felt so, so, so good you wanted to cry.

Tears already ran down your face to soak into damp sheets, your warbling cries becoming more desperate, “Please, oh fuck me, fuck, please, pleasepleaseplease, ‘kunaaaaaaaaa, S’kuna, I n-need, ah, ah, ah-!” You couldn’t finish a single thought, moaning and drooling like a bitch in heat, eager for more.

It didn’t take long for the siren to work you to the edge of your pleasure, your body trembling and taught. You leaned into his bites, his kisses, aching to feel his teeth sink into the nape of your neck, though you weren’t sure if the desire was genuine or due to his voice.

He growled and murmured hot filth into your skin, sometimes slipping into a language you didn’t recognise or understand. You were practically limp in his hold aside from the rolling of your hips, pushing your cunt back into his erratic thrusts in bliss.

He could tell how close you were getting to the end. Sukuna growled and shifted his position to try and bully his dicks impossibly deeper, moving the hand that had been toying with your clit to wrap around your throat. He was pleased to feel you lean into his touch, your cries of his name urging him, tempting him to give in to his bestial nature and devour you.

You squealed when he tightened his grip around your throat meanly, his panting breaths hot against your neck and shoulders, “You gonna cum, slut?” He asked, prompting you to moan and nod, pussy tightening and fluttering greedily. He cursed and bucked even rougher, balls smacking your clit and sending shocks of bliss skittering up your spine.

“Then do it. Cum for me,” Sukuna panted, pressing against your belly to make sure the throbbing vein on the underside of one cock pulsed against your g-spot, “Cum on my cocks, milk me dry, make me breed your pussy full with my child,” His growling commands as well as the first rea, deep bite in the nape of your neck becoming your undoing.

The moment his teeth sank like butter through your skin, pain and pleasure burst through you with such force it sent you over the edge, “Sukunaaaaaaaa~!” You wailed, arching into a painful you’re your cunt tightening like a vice around his cocks, forcing them still.

Your release gushed out of you, soaking his dicks, balls and upper thighs with what squirted from your overstuffed pussy. Your cunt gripped and milked his cocks, fitting so snug and perfectly around him it was almost painful. Each wave of your release made your insides clamp and flutter, encouraging the siren to release his hot, virile cum inside your empty womb.

Sukuna growled, the taste of your blood on his tongue, as he pulled his fangs out to lap at the weeping bitemark, “Fuck, hahh, FUCK, mine, mine, this cunt is mine, gonna pump you full, breed you, take it, take it, take my cum!” Sukuna snarled, giving one last brutal jerk of his hips.

Thick, viscous ropes of cum burst deep in your pussy, coating your cervix and filling you to the brim with the siren’s seed. It filled every little crevice not filled with cock, bloating your belly till Sukuna swore there was a little bump beneath his palm.

You gurgled, eyes rolling back from the overwhelming feeling, your entire body going boneless in Sukuna’s grasp. Luckily, he held you in place with ease, loosening his hold on your neck but keeping his hand there to lightly stroke over your fluttering pulse.

Soft, murmured words left the siren’s lips, but you were too out of it to understand what he said. Your consciousness swirled like soup for just a moment before darkness overtook you. Unbeknownst to you, Sukuna had relaxed his hold and turned the two of you over onto your sides with a sharp-toothed yawn.

He kept his half-hared cocks stuffed in your cunt, making sure not to let a single drop of his release leak out of you. Nuzzling into the nape of your neck, he lightly licked and sucked at the closing mark of his teeth, ensuring the scar would be deep and noticeable.

Petting your belly, the siren dozed off, a contented rumble leaving his throat, thoughts on what food to hunt and stock up for you playing through his dreams. He needed to ensure you wouldn’t have another chance to escape while he bred you properly. Who knew what other reckless stunts you’d pull before he managed to stick a child in your womb?

Sukuna splayed two hands possessively over your belly and growled, “Mine,” He murmured, the word filtering through your subconsciousness to make you shudder and clench, “All mine,” Sukuna repeated more contentedly a second time, sleep quickly overtaking him too.

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jotaros-massive-tiddies · 2 months ago

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#nyehehehehehehe #for all you siren sukuna fuckers i hope you like what i'm cookin up #ro speaks

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jotaros-massive-tiddies · 2 months ago

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Giving the devil his due (Pantalone/F!Reader) pt 2

Your cousin finds out you're about to be married off to an enemy of the state and isn't pleased about it.

“Are you out of your mind?!”

“If you’re going to act this way, you can leave.”

Your harsh response immediately silenced Eula, leaving the spendthrift knight fuming as she paced before you. Pretending not to notice, you sipped the tea you had prepared at Eula’s impromptu visit.

Back and forth, back and forth, your blue-haired cousin’s heels click-click-clicked with each of her furious steps. You waited for Eula to process her thoughts, knowing without a doubt that she would have a million questions to ask you.

You were going to marry, after all. And your future husband was one of the infamous Harbingers from Snezhnaya to boot. Given your stance on the current cold war broiling in Mondstat – what with secretly tipping Eula off about any idiotic plans the other Lawrences might create with the Fatui – it’s no wonder that your sudden wedding might be confusing.

It didn’t give Eula the right to act so upset about it, though. ‘If only she knew how close she was to this being her new reality,’ You mused bitterly, glancing down at your tea and seeing your reflection stare right back.

It’s only been a few days since the news of your engagement was announced to the population of Mondstat. While the Lawrence clan no longer held any true political sway in the nation of freedom, there were still elders in the family who insisted on abiding by old noble customs.

You had tried your best not to have it slip out before you had a chance to contact Eula about the mess you were in, but unfortunately, a certain someone insisted it be made public. All that to say – the announcement was sent out loud and clear before you even had a chance to try and stop it.

Not that you could have. If your family hadn’t announced your engagement at Pantalone’s insistence, then you’re sure the Fatui ‘guests’ would have spread the rumours at his behest. You didn’t know what game he was playing at, but clearly, he wanted everyone to know you were taken.

Archons, just thinking about it is enough to make your head throb with an oncoming headache.

Staring at your reflection in your teacup, you tried to remain calm. Unfortunately, with Eula’s pacing back and forth, you couldn’t even sigh without the threat of setting her off on a tangent. If you could, you’d like to avoid another lecture from her about this being the reason why she’d left the Lawrence clan.

At the very least, Eula had no clue that you’d given up your freedom for hers. She didn’t need to know about the ploy your father had nearly been a part of. “I don’t see why you’re so upset, cousin – this is Lawrence's business, and you made it plenty clear you no longer wished to be associated with clan politics.”

Your words finally made Eula’s pacing halt, the blue-haired woman whipping around to scowl at you, “So you’d just accept it without a fight?! To be sold like cattle to one of the Fatui Harbingers?” Her response made you bristle and set your cup down with a hard ‘clink’, causing her to flinch.

The look in your eyes warned Eula to tread carefully, even as you smiled in a ‘pleasant’ manner, “If you refer to me as cattle again, dear cousin, I assure you that you will regret it,” You warned Eula sharply, tapping the boning of your corset – a reminder of the thin, deadly needly-like knives you kept tucked in there.

The blue-haired woman grimaced, and she murmured an apology, sufficiently contrite for saying something so vulgar, “And if you must know, I’m not exactly pleased with my upcoming nuptials either, Eula,” You spoke through grit teeth, reminding the other woman of every single instance the two of you had fought as children.

It was the same expression you made whenever you’d give her a nasty left hook for insulting your swordsmanship skills. Luckily, you were too grown to immaturely throttle her, no matter how satisfying it would be. “Unfortunately, my father’s racked up too much debt after borrowing from the Northland Bank, and it seems this is the only way to pay Sir Pantalone back.”

You didn’t bring up the fact that your father had initially used Eula as his collateral. Not that you were worried she’d take your place, no – but an enraged Eula gunning for a Fatui harbinger, who was currently in Mondstat as an ambassador?

An international incident was the last thing you wanted to deal with. A war, even more so. And knowing your cousin? She’d do more than that out of ‘vengeance’ at the injustice you were facing for her sake.

Sighing, you fought the urge to rub your temples, “I accepted his offer because it would benefit the Lawrences to be rid of their debts. Plus, what woman wouldn’t want to live a rich, pampered existence on her husband’s dime?” You swung one leg over the other to sit with an arrogant confidence, hoping that your act would be convincing.

It seemed to work – you saw Eula roll her eyes and heard her muttering something uncharitable under her breath. You acting this way wouldn’t be surprising for your cousin. You’d always enjoyed the finer things in life, it would stand to reason that you’d look at the ‘silver’ lining of being the Northland Bank owner’s wife.

It would be for the best if Eula didn’t try to dig deeper to find out the truth behind your sudden engagement. What’s done is done. You’d already accepted that there would be no turning back. And you knew by now that Pantalone had been planning this for too long to let you slip from his grasp without a fight now.

It had become increasingly clear to you over the past few days that Pantalone had an… obsessive interest in you – one that you couldn’t quite understand. It was clear in the way he looked at you, how he spoke to you, the ‘future’ he’d regale you with, and your marriage to him.

His obsession was obvious in how he touched you, the few times you’d allowed him to visit. Every gift he sent had to do with your interests, though Pantalone made sure to mark them with his initials. While to untrained eyes it may simply seem like the man was fervently in love with you, you knew his gifts were a means to stake his claim.

On some deep, weary level, the intensity of Pantalone’s ‘affection’ frightened you. You couldn’t understand it, nor did you want to. The only thing you could be grateful for is that he seemed to be trying to woo you instead of forcing his desires upon you.

Granted, it was a farce for your benefit rather than anything else, since you were already bound by that contract to be his. But it seemed that Pantalone eagerly wanted you to return his (twisted) love, and so for now, he kept to the traditional boundaries of noble courtship.

You were brought back to the present when Eula cleared her throat, a concerned frown marring her otherwise smooth features, “Are you sure you’re alright with all of this, cousin?” Her question gave you pause, a lump forming in the back of your throat, “You know I would not hesitate if you needed my help, right?”

You did. Unlike the rest of your family, Eula was strong, capable and righteous, infuriatingly so. Should you say the words, she would not hesitate to get you out of the hole your father had dug, without expecting anything in return. When you were children, even if you fought, the two of you were fiercely loyal to each other – shattered only by the path Eula chose later in life.

A part of you yearned to accept her offer. A part of you wanted to tell her why you were doing this, what your father had nearly succeeded in doing.

But you would have nowhere to go if you did. You certainly would not be welcomed into Mondstat with open arms should you take Eula’s offer. You were too prideful, too much like a Lawrence to fit in, and you had not the patience to try. Besides, you wouldn’t want to run afoul of some people (coughcoughDilucRagnvindrcoughcough) if you had to live in the city proper.

Before you can answer Eula’s question, a sudden knock at the door startles both of you, “Miss Lawrence?” The mellow voice of a certain bank owner filtered through the wooden door: “Pardon my interruption, but I was hoping for a moment of your time.”

What… the hell was Pantalone doing here? How did he know you would be here?!

Blinking in surprise, you and Eula share a glance, though you quickly remember to school your expression into something neutral, “Yes? Come in,” You called, trying not to show how perturbed you were with the harbinger’s presence.

Unfortunately, you weren’t quite able to hide your wariness, as Eula noticed the subtle way your hands clenched and then smoothed your skirt. Narrowing her eyes, the spindrift knight made sure to angle herself towards the door, keeping her body between Pantalone and your seated form.

After a pause, the door opened to reveal the black-haired harbinger, his expression light and lips curled in what could only be called a polite, distant smile, “Ah, Sir Eula! What a pleasant surprise it is to meet you here,” He greets your cousin calmly, but something about it sets you on edge.

“Is it so surprising for a pair of cousins to meet for tea, sir Pantalone?” Eula’s response is as icy as her vision when she speaks. Unlike Pantalone, she doesn’t try to hide her disdain for the banker, a scowl and glare showing just how much she didn’t like him.

Pantalone seemed amused at her clear expression, his eyes curving as his smile grew, “Oh my, you seem quite terse. I meant no disrespect – I just find it odd that someone who abandoned her clan would willingly meet with one still part of it,” You could see Eula’s shoulders tighten and her glare became sharper, prompting you to clear your throat to break the tension.

Really, had Eula lost all her noble etiquette training after leaving the Lawrence family? You briefly shut your eyes to stave off an oncoming headache, pulling up a plain smile before turning your gaze back on Pantalone, “She came to congratulate me on our engagement and was just about to leave.”

The blue-haired knight seemed as if she wanted to protest your words, but you shot her a warning look, “Isn’t that right, Eula? You mentioned that you still have patrol duty,” She hadn’t mentioned a thing, but you knew she would have to patrol later tonight, due to a lack of manpower.

That wasn’t your only reason to have Eula leave, though. You could tell that she just needed Pantalone to give her one good reason to throttle him. There was also the risk that Pantalone would let something slip about your deal, if not to sow the seeds of discord between you and Eula, then to rub it in her face that there was no way to save you.

You hated being locked in a sticky situation like this. You much preferred to have the upper hand in a discussion, but there were too many variables for you to comfortably have them interact. And given that you didn’t know how far Pantalone would go with his obsession with you, it was easier to beg Eula’s forgiveness than risk his ire.

So far, he hasn’t had a reason to get angry with you, and you would prefer to keep it that way. You doubted Pantalone would hurt you – but you had seen how the Fatui feared him. You’d noticed how they fell silent whenever he stepped into a room. You’d seen them flinch at his slightest frowns, jumping over themselves to ensure everything was perfect to Pantalone’s liking.

These small moments unsettled you and made something deep in your subconscious warn you not to cross him.

Eula seemed as if she wanted to argue against your words, but the glint in your eye must have warned her not to. “She’s right. I came here on my break, and now that it’s over, I should head back to work,” Eula huffed, though she didn’t move to leave.

Pantalone tilted his head almost curiously, the corners of his lips raising just the tiniest bit higher, as if pleased. If you hadn’t been carefully studying his expression, you might not have noticed the small shift. You didn’t like it. You didn’t like that smile at all.

“I see – such a shame that our introduction would be cut short,” Pantalone hummed, slowly walking to where you were seated, pausing to lean down to press a kiss to your cheek. You flinched lightly in surprise, but didn’t move away from him, not even when Pantalone continued to stand behind you.

His hands gripped the back of the couch, fingers brushing lightly over your shoulders, “I had hoped to speak to you longer. I believe there are quite a few things we could discuss regarding the relationship between Snezhnaya’s, ah, ‘delegates’ and the Knights of Favonius,” Alarm bells rang in the back of your mind at Pantalone’s words, sensing the underlying threat within them.

Who’s to say he’d keep his mouth shut about your deal? If it could benefit him to use as both an incentive to have you behave while also guilt-tripping Eula to turn a blind eye to whatever the Fatui had planned…

Well, you weren’t too sure that he wouldn’t use it.

Before you could think it through, you moved one of your hands to your shoulder, reaching up to lightly press it over his, “Pantalone,” You murmured, tilting your head to look up at him, a small glare your only warning, “It would be rude of you to keep my cousin when she’s so busy. There will be plenty of opportunities for you to talk some other day, dearest.”

The use of a pet name had the black-haired man stiffen slightly, though you only noticed it because you were touching him. It only happened briefly before he relaxed, shifting his hand beneath yours to link your fingers together intimately.

It surprised you how well his fingers fit between your own, though you didn’t have long to ponder the sensation as Pantalone spoke once more, “Ah, you’re right, my love, my apologies, Sir Eula,” He hummed lightly, remaining where he stood behind you, “There will always be a chance for us to speak in the future.

“Now, if you would be so kind to give my darling and me some privacy… we have much to discuss for our upcoming wedding,” Pantalone crooned his dismissal, releasing his hold on your hand to hold his palm to you in invitation instead. Eula seemed to hesitate for a little longer, her eyes narrowing as she studied the pair you and Pantalone made.

Only after she locked eyes with you and saw the small, subtle nod you made towards the door, urging her to leave, did she give in, “Very well,” Her voice was clipped and cold as she spoke, strapping her sword to her back with practiced ease, “I shall speak to you another time, cousin,” Instead of giving you a proper goodbye, she waved before walking out of the room.

And leaving you alone with the devil himself.

The moment the door closed behind Eula, Pantalone suddenly gripped your chin and forced you to look up at him, “I think you have some explaining to do, my love,” He murmured, his usually closed eyes parting to look down at you coolly, “Why did you come here without your guard detail?”

Shit. You fought the urge to grimace, carefully making sure that your expression remained calm beneath his scrutiny, “I was unaware that having a guard following me around everywhere would be a prerequisite for you,” You answered as neutrally as possible, feigning ignorance when you had purposefully snuck out without notice.

Pantalone shook his head, his grip on your jaw tightening just the slightest bit, “Ah, ah, ah, don’t lie to me, my love. I distinctly remember informing you personally that you would have to travel with a full retinue while we are still in Mondstat,” Archons damn it, he was in a worse mood than you’d first assumed.

Feeling a nervous tightness in your chest, you tried to think of anything to calm Pantalone down, “Oh, it must have slipped my mind, then. As you know, we Lawrence’s are noble in name only.” You simpered purposefully, turning your gaze away from your betrothed so you’d seem ashamed.

“We’ve not had the funds nor manpower to hire proper guards for when we travel, so I’ve long grown used to going places alone,” Which was how you’d become something of a spy for Eula, though not in any official capacity.

Not that you had any intention of telling Pantalone that. If you had any plans to help the Knights of Favonius gain the upper hand in negotiations with the Fatui, you needed to be either trusted – or underestimated. It would be much more complicated, though, especially since you’d have to play the part of Pantalone’s adoring wife.

The harbinger was silent as he mulled over your words, his grip on your jaw easing when he sighed, “I see – do remember next time you go out to bring them with you, though,” You didn’t allow yourself to relax, even if Pantalone had taken your excuse at face value.

You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head almost adoringly, “It is far too dangerous for the fiancée of the Northland Bank’s owner to be walking around unattended,” His voice was soft with concern as he spoke, the hand not resting on your shoulder tightening its grip on the back of the couch.

If you had noticed the small action, you didn’t mention it, simply raised your gaze back up to Pantalone, just to see him staring down at you, “Oh? Has something happened recently that has put you so on edge, my dear?” You asked, hoping to switch the subject and appeal to Pantalone’s desire for your affection.

Instead of answering immediately he hummed, glancing towards the tea set, which prompted you to invite him to join you, “Unfortunately, there have already been several… incidents where our delegates have been attacked during the night,” Pantalone’s response shot ice through your veins, the news distracting you from reacting when he sat next to you.

Of course, you knew exactly who the harbinger was talking about. The Dark Knight Hero – bane of the Fatui, posted in Mondstat and secretive protector of the city. And, as you knew from the only time you’d ever run into him on accident – a terrifyingly powerful Pyro user.

You shuddered slightly at the brief memory that flashed through your mind, unaware that Pantalone had wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “I… see. Well, I have no intention of wandering outside at night,” Because you had already bumped into him once, and just that one time had been enough of a warning.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you poured a cup of now lukewarm tea for the man beside you. Pantalone accepted the offered cup without complaint, taking a sip with a small hum, “Of course – my fiancée is a sensible woman, after all,” He purred teasingly, the arm around your shoulders pulling you closer into his side.

This time, you were unable to hide the briefest flicker of a wince, though luckily he didn’t seem to notice. Squirming slightly to try and put some distance between you two, you only stopped when Pantalone’s hand slipped from your shoulder, down to your waist.

He lightly rested his hand there, fingers stroking the gentle curve that led to your hip, “And how lucky am I that you will soon be mine,” Pantalone crooned, pleased that you had stopped your slight struggle. Your warmth pressed against him felt like a soothing balm to his frayed patience after the day he’d had.

Unfortunately, you remained quiet and tense beside him, even as he continued to stroke your side. You knew that if you asked, he would allow you to pull away – but given his previous behaviour, you didn’t want to risk it.

Besides, you’d eventually have to get used to his touch. You doubted that Pantalone would want to hold off on the first night, and you’d rather not experience prolonged discomfort when he took your innocence. Especially not when you’d likely be travelling to Snezhnaya the following day.

“Ah, that reminds me, how are the wedding preparations going, my love?” Pantalone’s question pulled you out of your thoughts with another welcomed change of subject, “My apologies that I’m not able to join in on all the planning due to my work. I’ve made sure that the wedding planner did receive my ideas in advance, though.”

Oh yes, you were very aware of Pantalone’s wedding ideas. They were so numerous and detailed that you hardly had anything to change or add onto, “They’re going well,” You reply neutrally, though Pantalone’s light squeeze of your hip encouraged you to continue speaking.

So, you indulged your soon-to-be husband with idle conversation about wedding planning while he listened and occasionally offered a comment or suggestion. By the time you were out of topics to talk about, you were tired and ready to return home.

Pantalone would insist on escorting you home, citing that it was already late afternoon, and you had gone out without your assigned guards as a reason. You allowed him to tuck your hand into the crook of his arm as you walked, trying to ignore the stares and whispers of the locals you passed by.

It was obvious that your lack of guards was partly the reason why he wanted to bring you home. The other was to publicise your relationship – to fuel the rumours in the nation of freedom until everyone was aware that you were engaged to the harbinger. It would also further entrap you – for who in Mondstat would willingly you, a Lawrence, from wedding the enemy?

You would have felt despondent if you had any illusion that you were liked by the common folk. You had accepted years ago that your clan wasn’t welcome in Mondstat city, and barely tolerated outside it. So, you could easily ignore their suspicious glares and rude comments, keeping your head held high with pride.

By the time you reached home, you were looking forward to resting in the privacy of your rooms before dinner. You would try to wish Pantalone a good evening, only to end up inviting him for dinner when he refused to release your hand.

“It’s a date,” He would purr as he kissed the back of your hand, watching you hurry inside, unaware of the tiny tracker he’d placed on you while ‘cuddling’ on the couch. Checking his pocket watch for the time, the bank owner hummed and calculated how quickly he could send a Fatui squad to disrupt the Spindrift Knight’s patrol route.

“Well, I’d better ensure that there won’t be any further meetings between cousins for the time being,” He mused, remembering the snippets of conversation he’d managed to catch before announcing himself earlier that day, “I wouldn’t want to give my love any false hope of being rid of me.”

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