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DISTRICT 13: Dark Desire

Plot: Gale and Finnick make eyes at Prim during their time at District 13, until they meet her in the supply closet and use her to relieve themselves.

Warnings: age gap, rough sex, sub/dom, switch, p in v, manhandling, teasing, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cum, creampie.

PART THREE: Your Ours

The words sent a shiver down her spine, a delicious mix of fear and excitement. They had her exactly where they wanted her, and she had no intention of fighting it.

With Gale's strong hands pinning her arms to the cold floor, she watched in a mix of fear and anticipation as Finnick positioned himself between her spread legs. The head of his cock nudged against her entrance, and she felt the same thrill of power as before. This was what they both wanted, what she'd been dreaming of, and she wasn't about to let them down.

"You were bold enough to take me in your mouth, darling," Finnick said, his voice a taunt and a promise as he pushed into her with one swift, powerful stroke. The pain was sharp, making her scream. “But let’s see if you can really handle me.”

Finnick's cock slammed into her, filling her so completely that she couldn't help but scream. He was so much bigger than she'd ever imagined, stretching her to the limits of what she thought she could handle. The sound was muffled by the thick fabric of Gale's shirt, which he'd ripped off and used to cover her mouth. Her eyes widened in shock, the pain of being so thoroughly claimed by two men at once unlike anything she'd ever felt. But even as she screamed into the fabric, her body began to respond, her muscles tightening around Finnick's shaft as he began to piston into her.

"You can handle it," he growled, his voice a dark promise in her ear. "You're stronger than you think."

Gale's grip on her arms was like steel, keeping her in place as Finnick fucked her without mercy. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure and pain through her, and she could feel her body betraying her, her hips moving to meet him. "See?" Finnick murmured in her ear, his voice a dark rumble. "You can handle it."

Finnick's eyes were wild with desire, his smile a twisted grin as he watched her take his entire length. "You're doing so good," he whispered, his voice a sweet torment as he leaned down to kiss her, his mouth tasting of sweat and victory. His cock felt like it was splitting her in two, and she knew she'd feel the effects of this encounter for days to come. But in that moment, all she could do was moan and writhe beneath him, her body a plaything for him.

With a grunt, Finnick pushed her legs up and over his shoulders, his arms crossing over her thighs as he angled himself deeper inside her. The new position was intense, and she felt every inch of him as he began to pound into her with renewed vigor. Her screams grew muffled by Gale’s shirt, but fear quickly arose within her as Gale bent down in front of her, his cock once again standing at full attention. He ripped his shirt from her mouth, exposing her confused expression. He didn't bother with gentle coaxing this time; instead, he gripped the back of her head and thrust into her mouth, his hips moving in time with Finnick's.

Her eyes watered as she was forced to take all of him, her throat stretched to accommodate his length. The taste of him was still fresh in her mouth, and she found herself eager to please him once again. Her moans were lost around Gale's cock, but she could feel Finnick's rhythm change, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he watched her struggle to handle the two of them at once.

"You're such a good girl," Gale whispered. His strong hand pinned her forehead to the surface of the table, keeping her in place as he fucked her face. "So eager to take us both."

Finnick's thrusts grew stronger, his muscles straining with the effort to hold back his own climax. "Look at her," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers as they fucked her relentlessly. "Look how much she loves it."

Gale's dirty talk grew filthier, his words a constant stream of profanity and praise that had her pussy clenching around the two cocks that filled her so completely. "Such a good little slut," he murmured, his hips snapping against her face as he fucked her mouth. "Take it all, darling." His eyes never left hers, watching her struggle with the overwhelming sensation of being claimed by both men.

Finnick's thrusts grew stronger, his cock hitting her cervix with a force that had her eyes rolling back in her head. "You're going to come for us, aren't you?" he demanded, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. "You're going to show us what a greedy little whore you really are."

Her mouth was full of Gale, her throat tight around his cock as he fucked her face with increasing vigor. She could feel the veins in his shaft pulsing, his own orgasm imminent. And yet, she knew it was what he wanted to hear, what they both wanted to believe. She was theirs, in this moment, to do with as they pleased. And she loved it.

With a final, brutal thrust, Gale came, his cum spurting into her mouth, coating her tongue and throat. She swallowed greedily, the taste of him a dark and delicious reward for her obedience.

Finnick's thrusts grew erratic, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he watched her take Gale's cock. He was close, so close, and she could feel the pressure building in her own body. With one final, powerful drive, Gale's cock surprisingly spurted again, sending another hot wave of cum into her mouth. She swallowed, her throat working to accept his offering, her eyes never leaving Finnick's.

"Fuck," Finnick groaned, his grip on her thighs tightening to the point of pain. She felt his cock swell even more, the pressure unbearable as he held back. And then, with a roar that matched Gale's, he buried himself deep inside her, filling her pussy to the brim with his own hot seed. The feeling of being filled so completely, so utterly claimed by both of them, was overwhelming. Her body trembled, her muscles clenching around him as he emptied himself into her.

They both pulled out, their cocks glistening with the evidence of their conquest. Prim lay on the table, her body shaking with the aftermath of their passion. She felt the warmth of their cum dripping from her, a sticky mess that painted the cold metal beneath her. She was so full, so utterly used, that she could barely breathe. But the look in their eyes, the way they watched her with a mix of satisfaction and hunger, told her that this was far from over.

"Don't worry, darling," Finnick murmured, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "We're almost done." But deep down, she knew that wasn't true. And she didn't want it to be.

Her eyes searched his, silently pleading for more, for them to not stop. To keep pushing her body to its limits with their strength. To keep her pinned down and filled, a silent scream of pleasure echoing in her eyes.

Gale smirked, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he grabbed a rope hanging from the ceiling. It was thick and rough, and she could feel the fibers against her wrists as he bound them tightly together. The position was strange, but she found herself kneeling upright on the cold, metal table, her legs spread open, her body exposed to them in a way that was both terrifying and thrilling. Her knees were slippery with their combined juices, and she felt a rush of air against her sensitive flesh as she realized her pussy was still gaping open, begging for more.

Finnick stepped closer, his eyes on her reddened ass. He smacked it roughly, the sound echoing through the small room. "God, you're still so tight inside," he said, and Gale's eyes lit up with agreement.

The two men moved in unison, their hands cupping her ass, their fingers sliding into her wet pussy. The feeling of being touched by both of them at once was overwhelming, and she felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over her. They both knew exactly how to touch her, their fingers working in tandem to push her closer and closer to the edge. "You're going to come again," Gale whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You're going to come for us, and then we're going to fill you up all over again."

Gale pushed into her from behind again, his cock sliding into her pussy with ease. The sensation was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her screaming into the makeshift gag. But even as she screamed, she felt the pressure on her other hole, the head of Finnick's cock nudging insistently against her tight ring. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a dark promise.

Her eyes widened in shock, but she nodded, the anticipation of the unknown driving her to new heights of excitement. Finnick's smile was pure wickedness as he pushed forward, the head of his cock stretching her anus open. The burn was intense, a white-hot knife slicing through her, making her eyes water. But she didn't pull away, didn't try to stop them.

They were so deep inside her, their cocks touching in ways she'd never dreamed possible. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, the harsh gasps of their breaths, and the muffled sounds of her moans.

And then, without warning, the generator stuttered and died, leaving the closet in absolute silence. Gale's eyes widened, his hands shooting up to cover her mouth, stifling her cries. "Shh," he hissed, his eyes searching hers for understanding.

The feeling of being doubly filled was like nothing she had ever experienced, and as the reality of their situation hit her, she nodded frantically. She knew what they had to do. They couldn't be caught. With a renewed sense of urgency, she pushed back onto Finnick and Gale, taking them deeper.

Finnick's hand found her throat, his fingers wrapping around it with a firmness that sent a bolt of fear and excitement through her. He squeezed gently at first, the pressure building as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Attagirl," his voice was low and soothing. She felt a thrill of power knowing that she was the one making him this desperate, making him lose control.

Gale's hand remained over her mouth, muffling her screams as the two men used her body for their own pleasure. They'd become a well-oiled machine, their movements synchronized as they worked her to the brink of insanity. Every thrust into her pussy was met with a pinch of her clit, sending waves of pleasure that made her toes curl and her body shake. She could feel their sweat mingling with hers, their breaths hot on her skin as they claimed her completely.

The table beneath her was trembling with their combined strength, the metal protesting against the relentless pounding. Their moans were a symphony of pleasure, a sound so intense it was almost painful to hear. They filled her up, their cum spurting in long, hot streams, one cock in her pussy and one in her ass, painting her insides with their seed. The sensation was overwhelming, and she felt herself clench around them, her own orgasm ripping through her as she took all of them, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Gale untied her wrists, and she felt the rope fall away, letting her arms fall to the table, her cheek pressed against the cold, metal surface as she tried to catch her breath. She didn't have time to process the sudden freedom before Gale shoved her face into the table, the cold metal pressing against her cheek. The angle was new, and the feeling of vulnerability washed over her like a wave. She could feel his cock still in her, coating her insides with his warm seed.

Finnick's voice was thick with satisfaction as he whispered, "You did so good for us, baby," his cock still lodged deep inside her. Their weight on her back was a comfort, a reminder of their shared secret. She could feel their breaths, hot and ragged, against the back of her neck as they both lay on top of her, catching their breath.

Finally, the two men pulled out of her with a wet sound that seemed to echo in the silent room. They stood up, and she watched them clean themselves up, the sight of their glistening bodies retreating behind fabric like a cruel tease. She was a mess of sweat and cum, her body still trembling from the intensity of the experience.

As Gale and Finnick redressed themselves, she couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, of emptiness. She had become accustomed to their presence inside her, the feeling of being so completely filled. But she knew that this was just the beginning of their secret trysts, a thrilling game they'd play within the cold walls of District 13. They had claimed her as theirs, and she had given herself to them without reservation.

Finnick reached out a hand and pulled her up from the table, his grip firm but gentle. She stumbled a bit, her legs wobbly from the intense pleasure that had just been wrung from her body. Gale stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist to keep her upright, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress. "You okay?" he murmured, the concern in his voice genuine.

"Yeah," she managed to choke out, her voice hoarse from the screams she'd muffled. They stepped back, fully dressed now, and she was acutely aware of her nakedness, her body sticky with their cum. Finnick noticed her shakiness and whispered, "You handled us both so perfectly, baby." His words were a balm, stroking her ego, but she knew they loved seeing her like this—weak, trembling, and utterly theirs.

Slowly, almost reverently, they helped her into her panties, the fabric sliding up her legs like a gentle caress. Finnick stepped forward and knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers as he gently pulled her panties into place. He leaned in and kissed her pussy one last time, his tongue swirling around her clit before he pulled away with a satisfied groan.

Gale followed suit, his rough hands deftly reclipping her bra into place. He took his time, making sure she was put back together before they sent her back into the world outside their secret sanctuary. Once she was dressed, Finnick stepped closer, his eyes dark with desire. He took a lock of her hair, gently smoothing it back into place. "Next time, darling," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, "we won't be so gentle with your hair." The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but wonder what he meant by that. If this was their version of gentle, what would rough be like?

Gale handed her a small, white pill, his gaze serious. She took it without a word, placing it in the pocket of her shirt. She knew what it was, had seen it before. It was their way of ensuring that she remained untouched by anyone else, that she remained theirs to use and fill as they saw fit, with no drastic consequences, especially in a time like this. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating, and she felt a thrill run through her as she pocketed the birth control pill.

With trembling legs, she stepped towards the door. She could feel their cum leaking down her legs, a sticky reminder of their claim on her body. Her pussy had never felt like this before, it wasn’t tight, it was open, and free, stretched out by the immense girth of the two men that had just railed her in secret.

As she walked away, she couldn't resist glancing back over her shoulder, the question burning in her eyes. "Will we do this again?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please." The words hung in the air, a desperate plea that she hadn't even known she'd needed to voice.

 "Oh, you can count on it. We're not done with you yet." Thank you for reading! Let me know if you want more parts :)

[raidenridesss]

DISTRICT 13: Dark Desire

Plot: Gale and Finnick make eyes at Prim during their time at District 13, until they meet her in the supply closet and use her to relieve themselves.

Warnings: age gap, rough sex, sub/dom, switch, p in v, manhandling, teasing, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cum, creampie.

PART TWO: The Supply Closet

The corridors of District 13 were eerily quiet, the only sounds the distant hum of machinery and the soft pad of her own footsteps as Prim eased off her bed. She slipped her training jacket on and adjusted her trousers, leaving her room shut behind her as she entered the dim, empty hallway.

The cafeteria was a ghost of its daytime self, chairs upended on tables, the smell of food replaced by the faint scent of disinfectant. She slipped into the shadows, her heart racing as she approached the supply closet. The door was slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling into the darkness.

Prim took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay beyond. The anticipation was almost unbearable. She pushed the door open slowly, the hinges squeaking in protest. The room was cavernous, lined with towering shelves, their contents shrouded in the gloom. The only light came from long modern rods casting a warm glow in the ceiling.

Her eyes adjusted to the dimness, and she saw them, Gale and Finnick, standing side by side in the center of the room. They were both dressed in black, their clothes fitting snugly against their muscular frames. The sight of them made her knees weak, but she forced herself to step forward, the echo of her footsteps a silent symphony in the vast, empty space.

But as she approached, a sudden realization washed over her. This was wrong. Katniss would find out, and the thought of her sister's disappointment was unbearable. She couldn't do this to her, couldn't betray their bond like this.

"I... I can't." The words hung in the air, a silent confession of her fear and guilt. Gale's eyes searched hers, a storm of emotions playing across his handsome features.

"What's wrong, Prim?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "Is it because of the mission tomorrow?"

Prim's eyes darted between the two men. "It's not just that," she managed to say. "I thought... I thought this was... something else."

Gale's expression grew puzzled. "What do you mean?" His hand closed over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We're just here to talk, Prim."

Finnick took a step closer, his eyes searching hers. "We wanted to discuss Plutarch's latest propaganda strategy," he said, his voice smooth as velvet. "What did you think we were planning?"

Prim felt a wave of relief wash over her, but it was tinged with something else, disappointment? Confusion? She didn't know what to feel, but she knew she had to play along. "I... I just thought..." Her voice trailed off, and she swallowed hard. "Never mind."

Gale's expression remained guarded, his eyes searching hers. "You can tell us anything, Prim," he said, his thumb rubbing circles over the back of her hand. "We're on your side, remember?"

Prim nodded, trying to compose herself, staring at Finnick’s blue eyes checking her out in the dark. "It's just... I saw you in the shower earlier, and I... I thought..." She took a deep breath, feeling her cheeks burn. "I thought you had... other intentions."

Finnick's smug smile grew wider, and he stepped closer to her, his hand reaching out to trace the line of her jaw. "Other intentions?" he repeated, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "And what, pray tell, might those intentions be?"

Gale's gaze flickered to the locked door behind her, and the realization dawned on Prim. They had known all along what she'd thought, and they'd played her like a fiddle. "You both knew," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "You knew I saw you, and you knew what I thought."

Finnick's grin was unapologetic, a wicked sparkle in his eyes. "We might've had an idea," he conceded, his hand dropping to the small of her back, guiding her further into the room. The cold metal of the lock clicked into place, sending a shiver down her spine. Gale's thumb continued to trace comforting circles on her palm, but the tension in the air was palpable.

Without another word, Prim leaned in, her eyes fluttering closed as her lips found Gale's. His mouth was warm and inviting, and she felt the coil of desire tighten within her. Gale's other hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space between them.

Finnick's laugh echoed through the supply closet, a low, rich sound that seemed to resonate in her very core. She could feel his gaze on her, hot and assessing, and she knew he was watching every move she made. The thought of his eyes on her, judging her, only served to heighten her arousal.

With a growl, Gale deepened the kiss, his hand sliding up her back to cradle the back of her head, his tongue delving into her mouth, claiming her. Prim's body responded instinctively, pressing closer to his, her hands fisting in his shirt as she gave herself over to the sensation. 

Finnick stepped back, his eyes raking over her body, a smoldering look that made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. "You're overdressed for the occasion, darling," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down her spine. Without waiting for a response, he reached for the zipper on her training jacket, pulling it down with a slow, deliberate movement that made her stomach flip.

Gale's hands joined in, peeling the fabric away from her shoulders. The cool air of the storage room kissed her skin, making her nipples peak under the thin material of her bra. They exchanged a knowing look, one that made Prim's heart race faster than ever before. Her hands went to her waist, but they were quicker, their fingers deftly unhooking her trousers and pushing them down her hips. They dropped to the floor with a soft thud, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.

Their gazes roved over her, hungry and unapologetic, as if they'd been waiting for this moment for an eternity. Finnick stepped closer, his eyes lingering on the delicate lace of her bra and panties. "Mm, so much better," he murmured, his voice a warm caress in the cold room. Gale's hands slipped around her, his fingers unhooking her bra with surprising ease. It fell away, and she felt the heat of their stares as her breasts were exposed.

They both leaned in, their mouths tracing a path along her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone. They kissed her with a fervor that seemed to burn away the very air around them. Prim's head fell back, her eyes drifting closed as she lost herself in the sensation. Gale's lips found her nipples, teasing and nipping gently, making her gasp. Meanwhile, Finnick's mouth traveled down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her belly button before he pulled her panties down with a swift tug. She stepped out of them, her legs shaking slightly as she stood before them, completely exposed.

"Don't worry, your sister will never find out," Gale murmured against her skin, his teeth scraping the sensitive flesh of her neck. "This is our secret, right?" The words sent a shiver down her spine, a delicious thrill of taboo. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but the feel of their hands on her body was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. She nodded, her voice a mere breath as she whispered, "Yes."

Finnick's hands slid up her legs, his thumbs grazing her inner thighs as he knelt before her. His eyes were dark with want, a stark contrast to the cool blue of his irises. "You're so beautiful, Prim," he murmured, his voice a sweet balm to her racing heart. “To think you were hiding all this in that suit.” His mouth closed over her mound, the heat of his breath making her gasp. Her legs trembled as his tongue slid through her folds, finding the sensitive bud of her clit and flicking it gently.

Prim leaned into Gale's embrace, her body arching as Finnick's mouth worked its magic. His tongue was a masterful instrument, bringing her to the brink of pleasure and pulling her back just as she was about to topple over. She knew they needed this, this stolen moment of intimacy, this reminder of what they were fighting for. And she loved being the one to give it to them, the one they could rely on to ease the burdens that weighed so heavily on their shoulders.

With a sudden surge of boldness, her trembling hands found the hem of Gale's shirt. She tugged at it, her eyes never leaving his, silently asking for permission. He nodded, his eyes smoldering as he stepped back, allowing her to peel the fabric from his body. The sight that greeted her was breathtaking, his chest was a landscape of chiseled abs and powerful muscles, a testament to the strength and endurance he'd built fighting in the arena. The happy trail of hair led down to the waistband of his pants, a promise of more to come.

Gale's jacket fell to the floor, revealing his broad shoulders and arms, each muscle defined and strong. He watched her with a predatory gaze as she took in the beauty of his physique, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. He took her hand and placed it on his chest, his heart thumping beneath her palm. "Lay back," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "We don't have much time."

The dusty table beneath her was cold, but she complied, her eyes never leaving his. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, the anticipation thick and heavy. Gale leaned over her, his muscles flexing as he braced his arms on either side of her. The light from the single bulb cast stark shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the hunger in his eyes.

Finnick stepped into the shadows, his form swallowed by the darkness. A moment later, the sound of a generator rumbling to life filled the room. The vibrations echoed through her, a bass note to the symphony of her racing heart. "Don't worry, darling," he called over his shoulder. "You can scream as loud as you want."

Gale's hands roughly found her waist, flipping her over onto her stomach. He pulled her knees up, forcing her to arch her back, and the fabric of his pants scraped against her skin as he settled between her legs. She could feel his erection, thick and heavy, pressing against her inner thigh.

With a feral growl, Gale unzipped his pants, releasing his cock with a sound that was almost a sigh of relief. The tip brushed against her sensitive skin, making her gasp. "Look at me," Finnick demanded, his voice low and gritty with need. Prim's eyes fluttered open to find Finnick in front of her, his expression intense. Gale leaned down behind her, his fingers finding her entrance, sliding in and out in a slow, teasing rhythm. Finnick's voice was a whispered growl in her ear, his words a dark promise. "You're going to take us both, aren't you?"

Prim nodded, her voice lost in the maelstrom of sensation. Gale's hand left her pussy, only to slap her ass cheek with a stinging smack. The sound echoed in the small room, and she yelped, her eyes widening. "You like that, don't you?" Finnick's breath was hot against her skin, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Tell us you like it."

Her voice was a trembling whisper as she confessed, "Yes." Gale's hand rubbed the spot he'd just slapped, soothing the sting before delivering another smack. This time, she moaned, her body betraying her pleasure. He chuckled darkly, his erection nudging against her slick entrance.

Without waiting for a response, Gale pushed forward, his cock sliding into her in one powerful thrust. Prim's scream filled the storage closet, the sound bouncing off the metal shelves. He was so long, so thick, that it felt like he was splitting her in two. Her eyes watered with the pain and pleasure of it all, but she didn't ask him to stop. Instead, she pushed back into him, welcoming the sensation of being filled so completely. His hands gripped her hips, and he began to move, setting a punishing pace that had her body shaking.

Finnick stepped closer, his own erection pressing against her cheek. "You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice a sweet torment as Gale's thrusts grew more urgent. Each slap of skin on skin was a symphony of passion, a rhythm that seemed to resonate through her very soul. "So fucking perfect."

Her eyes remained fixed on the floor, trying to remain steady as she felt Gale pounding her ruthlessly, until strong fingers lifted her jaw forward, watching as Finnick reached down to rip his shirt over his head. The muscles in his chest and abdomen rippled in the dim light, his happy trail leading her gaze down to the V-line she'd noticed earlier. The sight of his bare skin was like a siren's call, and she found herself leaning in, her teeth grazing the soft hair that led to the waistband of his pants.

Gale's pace didn't falter as he drove into her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. But the anticipation of what was to come was almost unbearable. With trembling hands, she reached down to unbuckle Finnick's pants.

Finnick's eyes widened in surprise as she tugged the zipper down, revealing the waistband of his boxers. The V-line she'd admired earlier pointed down to the growing, huge bulge between his legs. "You little slut," he murmured, his smile turning into a full-blown grin. He stepped closer, allowing her access as she pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles. His cock sprang free, proud and thick, and she couldn't resist leaning in to take it in her mouth.

The sight of Finnick's cock, so much larger than she'd ever imagined, was thrilling and terrifying all at once. But as she took him in, her eyes never leaving his, she felt a sense of power. This was what they needed, what they craved, and she was the one giving it to them. The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of musk and man, and she moaned around his length, the vibrations reverberating through her body as Gale continued to fuck her from behind. 

Finnick's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, urging her to take more of him. The head of his cock bumped against the back of her throat, and she gagged slightly before pushing past the reflex, eager to please. His hips began to rock in time with Gale's thrusts, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with the same rhythm that Gale's set in her pussy.

"Fuck, she's so eager," Gale groaned, his hand coming down on her ass again. The sting of pain only heightened the pleasure, making her wetter, making her want more. "So much better than her sister, isn't she? Less stubborn, more willing to listen.”

Finnick's grip on her hair tightened, his hips bucking forward as he fucked her mouth with increasing fervor. "Mmph," she mumbled around him, the sound muffled by his length. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a low groan. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So much better."

Finnick's cock grew even larger in her mouth, stretching her lips to their limits. Each time she gagged, her throat muscles clenched around him, and she could feel his excitement growing. He didn't seem to mind the imperfection, the fact that she couldn't swallow him whole. If anything, it seemed to spur him on, his hips moving faster, his grip on her hair tighter.

Finnick's cock slid from her mouth with a wet pop, and she gasped for air, her eyes watering. Gale took advantage of the moment to push into her fully, filling her completely. The sound of their flesh slapping together was like music, a symphony of passion that played only for them. Finnick stepped closer, his hands coming to cup her breasts, his thumbs flicking at her nipples in time with Gale's thrusts. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and she knew she was going to come undone at any moment.

"Fuck," Gale groaned, his hips moving faster, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it with the same punishing rhythm. The pressure built, a coil tightening in her belly, and she felt the beginnings of an orgasm. "You're going to come for us, aren't you, darling?" Finnick's voice was a sweet torment, his breath hot against her skin. "You're going to show us how much you love being our dirty little secret."

Her eyes squeezed shut, and she took Finnick's entire length into her mouth, her throat stretching around him. She felt him tense, his cock swelling even more, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him, catching him off guard. Finnick's hands shot out, gripping the sides of her head, holding her in place firmly as he began to fuck her face. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face contorted in pleasure as he lost control. "Take it," he growled, his voice low and guttural. "Take it all."

With a strangled groan, Finnick released his load into her mouth, thick and salty. Prim's eyes watered, but she took it all, swallowing every drop as he pulsed into her. The taste of him filled her mouth, a claim she never thought she'd experience, and she reveled in it. 

Gale's fingers dug into her hips as he watched her swallow Finnick completely. She felt Gale’s cock thicken, the head of it nudging against her cervix with each thrust. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his movements becoming erratic as he approached climax. 

The room was a blur of motion and shadow as Gale's hips snapped against her, the sound of skin slapping skin punctuating the silence. He knew what he was doing to her, knew how much she enjoyed the feeling of being used by them both. It was twisted, but in this moment, it felt so right.

She felt Gale's cock swell even further, his movements becoming more desperate. His hand moved from her clit to grip her hip, and he thrust into her one last time before releasing with a roar, filling her up with his hot cum. The sensation was overwhelming, and she felt herself overflowing, the warm liquid spilling out of her pussy and down the insides of her thighs. The feeling was so intense, so primal.

Gale's body went slack, his cock slipping out of her with a wet sound. He leaned over her, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, his eyes glazed over with satisfaction. Finnick stepped back, his own release still pulsing from her mouth. He looked down at her, his expression a mix of awe and hunger.

They both moved to the table, their hands gripping the edge as they struggled to regain their composure. Prim lay there, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax, feeling more exposed than ever. 

"Good girl," Finnick murmured, his voice a dark caress. His eyes were gleaming with victory, his chest heaving from his own exertion. Gale stepped aside, watching with a smug smile as Finnick reached for her, his hands gentle as he turned her over onto her back. She was a mess, her makeup smeared, her hair a wild tangle of curls around her face. But she was their mess, and they didn't care.

With surprising gentleness, Finnick laid her out on the cold table, his eyes never leaving hers as he spread her legs wide. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a wet path up her thigh before delving into her folds. Prim gasped, her body arching off the floor as his mouth found her clit, his tongue flicking and swirling with a skill that left her reeling.

Gale watched from the sidelines, his chest heaving from his own climax, his eyes gleaming with something that looked almost like pride. "Your turn," he said to Finnick, his voice a low rumble. 

Prim struggled to find her breathing, confused at Gale’s words. “Wait… what are you…?” Finnick's smile was wicked as he settled between her legs, his mouth watering at the sight of her glistening pussy.

"You thought that was it?" Gale chuckled darkly. "We're just getting started, babygirl."

"But we only have a few minutes," she protested, her voice trembling. "We can't..."

Gale's laugh was a deep rumble that seemed to shake the very walls of the storage closet. "You thought that was all we had planned for you?" He leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. "You're ours for the whole night. We're not letting you go that easily."

Finnick's grin was feral, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that was both terrifying and thrilling. "Since the generator's on, you can scream as much as you like," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise that sent her heart racing. "No one will hear you but us."

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DISTRICT 13: Dark Desire I decided to re-blog this story because I got inspired to make a three-part smut about Finnick and Gale in District 13! Enjoy <3

Plot: Gale and Finnick make eyes at Prim during their time at District 13, until they meet her in the supply closet and use her to relieve themselves. Warnings: rough sex, sub/dom, switch, p in v, manhandling, teasing, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cum, creampie.

PART ONE: Tension

As Primrose approached the cafeteria, the smell of processed food filled the air, a blend of metallic and slightly burned. The room was a cacophony of clanging trays and the hum of forced conversation. The sight of an empty seat next to Gale at her usual table brought a flutter to her stomach. Gale had saved her a spot, just as he had every day since she'd arrived in this mundane place of survival. But today, she noticed something different. There was another chair, slightly turned towards hers, and her eyes widened upon discovering that Finnick was sitting there too. The tension between the two men was as palpable as the anticipation that grew in her chest.

Their glances grew more frequent, and their smiles more meaningful, as they both competed for her attention as she sat down in the space between them. Gale's strong arms caught her eye, almost ripping the black long sleeve he had on, as he passed her a tray of food, his eyes lingering on hers for a beat too long. Prim felt her cheeks warm, knowing all too well the effect he had on her. They had often eyed each other back at home too, but Prim knew he could never be hers because he belonged to her sister. But recently, she noticed a change in Gale’s demeanor. It felt like he was calling to her secretly, as she watched his rough hands place the tray before her, and she couldn't help but wonder how those calloused fingers would feel on her skin, exploring and claiming her in ways she'd only dreamt about.

Finnick, on the other hand, was a newer addition to her world. His eyes, a deep, enchanting green, often found hers, and the heat that passed between them was undeniable. His body, chiseled and glistening, called out to her too. He'd caught her staring once, and instead of embarrassment, he'd shot her a knowing smile, one that promised a shared secret just between them. Prim's thoughts often drifted to him during the long hours of training, his muscular frame hovering over her, those abs tightening as he drove into her with a passion that seemed to burn away the ashes of her past. She imagined his kisses, sweet and fiery, leaving a trail of desire across her skin.

They made small talk, discussing the day's drills and the latest whispers of the rebellion's progress. Yet, every word was a dance around the subject they all knew was lurking just beneath the surface, the undeniable pull that drew the three of them together. 

The moment came without warning. Gale's strong hand took hers under the table, and placed it firmly on his lap, the fabric of his pants the only barrier between her trembling fingers and the hard evidence of his arousal. She gasped, feeling the size of him, the heat emanating from his body. She'd felt his desire before, but this was different, this was raw and demanding. Finnick's eyes glinted with a mischievous fire, and she knew he'd seen the gesture. He didn't miss a beat, though. Instead, he leaned closer, his muscular arm snaking around her waist. His hand slithered under her skirt, the warmth of his skin against hers making her shiver.

Suddenly, Katniss sat down across from them, oblivious to the silent battle raging beneath the table. Gale and Finnick immediately retreated, responding to her older sister’s confused look. Prim's heart was racing, her breaths shallow. Every time she glanced at Gale, she saw the challenge in his eyes.

But the moment was fleeting. With a murmured excuse, she pulled away, her cheeks flushed. She stood and made her way to her assigned sleeping quarters, her legs unsteady. The narrow cot offered little comfort, but she lay down, her thoughts racing. The memory of their touches lingered on her skin, a phantom presence that made her ache with desire. Sleep was elusive, her mind swirling with images of their hands on her, their lips against hers, their bodies entwined in a tapestry of passion.

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Hours later, when the bustle of the day had stopped, Prim slipped away to the communal showers. The water was lukewarm, and she let it wash over her, the droplets tracing patterns down her body as she replayed the scenes from the cafeteria in her head. The thought of their competition, their silent battle for her affections, only served to inflame her further. She found herself touching herself, her hand mimicking the movements she'd felt from them, the warm water acting as a poor substitute for their burning skin.

Suddenly, her eyes darted to the cubicle across from hers. Through the foggy glass, she caught sight of Finnick. His muscular body was a blur of motion as he lathered soap over his chest, his defined abs rippling with every stroke. The way the suds slid down his torso made her mouth go dry. She felt a guilty thrill, a secret pleasure at watching him without his knowledge. His movements were deliberate, almost a show, and she wondered if he knew she was there, if he was putting on this performance just for her. Her hand stilled on her own body as she took in his V-line, the sharp cut of his hips leading down to... 

She forced her gaze away before she could let it wander further. But it was too late. He'd caught her staring. He turned, the smile on his lips spreading wider as he met her eyes. He didn't look away or pretend he hadn't seen her; instead, he held her gaze, his eyes filled with a knowing glint that sent a shiver down her spine.

Finnick's hand paused in its journey over his chest, and he stepped closer to her stall, his height making it easy for him to lean over the door. "Like what you see, darling?" His voice was a low purr, thick with desire. Prim's cheeks burned, and she ducked her head, trying to hide her face. But she couldn't deny the way her body responded to his proximity, the way her breath hitched in her chest.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, reaching for the door handle. "I didn't mean to-"

Her words were cut off as his strong muscles leaned over the door frame, blocking her escape. Finnick's hand shot out, his fingers cupping her chin with surprising gentleness. He tilted her face up, forcing her to meet his gaze once more. The smugness in his eyes had morphed into something softer, something that made her heart flutter like a trapped bird.

"There's no need to apologize," he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "We're all just... looking for ways to feel alive down here." His eyes searched hers, as if asking for permission to continue. Prim felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of the water.

With a sudden, surprising movement, Finnick opened the stall door and entered her space, locking it behind him. He leaned in and crushed his lips against hers. The force of his kiss was like a sucker punch, stealing the air from her lungs. The soap on his body made him slippery, and she could feel the heat of his skin even through the bubbles. His hands roamed her body, exploring the curves and angles she'd hidden beneath her training gear. Prim gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the power in his embrace. She stared down to see half of his body still covered in the soap suds, covering his manhood underneath her.

When he finally broke away, she was left panting. He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered, "Meet me and Gale in the supply closet tonight. Next to the cafetaria." His voice was filled with urgency, a demand that she knew she couldn't refuse. She nodded, unable to form coherent words, as he stepped back, allowing her to exit the shower. Wrapped in nothing but a towel, she stumbled out of the stall, her legs trembling.

The cold air of the hallway was a stark contrast to the steamy warmth she'd just left behind. Her thoughts were racing as she made her way to her room. When she reached the door, she took a deep breath, bracing herself for the solitude she knew would only fuel her desire. But as she entered, she was met with an unexpected sight—Gale and Katniss deep in conversation. Her heart skipped a beat, and she froze, unsure if she should retreat or announce herself.

They didn't notice her at first, their voices low and urgent. Gale was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, while Katniss sat on the edge of her bed, her bow slung over her shoulder. They both looked up as the door squeaked open, their expressions shifting to surprise.

"Hey, little duck,” Katniss exclaimed. “Sorry, we just needed somewhere to crash. Mom’s using my room.” She ushered Gale to follow her out.

Katniss's eyes darted between them, her gaze sharp and assessing. "It's okay, I can come back," Prim said, her voice a breathy whisper.

"No, it's fine," Gale said. He followed Katniss out, but once she was gone, he grabbed Prim’s elbow. Without breaking the silence, he leaned down and claimed her mouth. Prim's hands slid over the firm planes of his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart beneath her palms. His body pressed against hers, and she could feel the hardness of his erection. He broke the kiss quickly, his eyes burning with something fierce and primal.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He smiled, leaving the room, adjusting his collar. Prim nodded, the words trapped in her throat. She'd never felt this way before, this heady mix of fear and desire, of excitement and trepidation. She knew what awaited her in the storage closet tonight, and she knew she couldn't resist. For Part 2, click on my profile!

DISTRICT 13.

ᨒ › innocently thinking about finnick and gale’s ego-driven competition for your attention in district 13.

gale always saving you a space next to him in the cafeteria, flashing a rare smile that distracts you from the empty seat finnick also saved for you. finnick getting back at gale in the communal showers during bathing time, lathering up his flexed muscles before engaging you in conversation over the cubicle wall, just to show off. both of them sneaking into restricted areas to meet you at midnight, racing to be the first to find you.

trying not to think about gale pulling your hand down onto his lap to feel his hard on in the cafeteria. or finnick peeking over the shower cubicle at your naked body, only to piss gale off with a smug grin. definitely not thinking about them meeting with you in a supply closet to fill up both your holes for some late night relief.

like i said. innocent thoughts.

i could be convinced to make this a series 🫢🫢 like, comment, reblog. submit smutty requests. love <3

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"Coronation De-stress" (NSFW)

Tedros and Agatha Smut - NSFW Sex Fanfic Summary: Tedros relieves himself by having sex with Agatha the night before the crowning of Camelot. Warnings: Rough Sex, Dirty Talk tedros pendragon x agatha, tedros pendragon x reader Enjoy! ----------------------------------

“Coronation De-Stress”

Agatha roamed around the corridors, looking for her lost prince. She was worried, he had left his training early today, frustrated with the schedule for tomorrow and the Coronation of his crowning as Kind not meeting his standards. Agatha remembered his dangerous blue eyes, the look of frustration and anger that had equipped him to leave this morning. She was worried, where could her lover have gone?

She pushed open the doors of their chamber and found her prince, sitting quietly on their lavish couch, looking over the windows of the tower. He was in a simple white tank top, his unbuttoned shirt loosely around his waist, but stretched wide against his muscular arms. He was still in his training outfit, his dress pants still tightly secured. His hair was still messy though, but that’s how Agatha liked it, secretly.

“What are you doing here?" Agatha whispered, her voice echoing across their dimly lit chamber as she closed the doors behind her. The moonlight was shining through the open windows, lighting the room just enough for her to catch his emerald eyes meeting hers.

Tedros looked up. "Just enjoying the solitude," he replied, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate through the quiet chamber. The soft moonlight flickered, casting shadows on the contours of his chiseled face.

Agatha hesitated for a moment before walking over to the couch. She noticed the way his golden hair caught the light, making it look like it was on fire. "It's rare to find you alone," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

Tedros patted the seat next to him. "Take a seat. Nowadays I can’t even have some alone time with the Queen of Camelot."

Agatha's cheeks flushed, and she sat down tentatively. "Well, I wouldn't say that," she murmured, her eyes scanning the bookshelves for something to break the tension. “The reporters were yelling at me today. They were anticipating your big day tomorrow, asking me about where you were.”

"They were, weren't they?" Tedros leaned in, his grin growing wider. "I heard the commotion from the castle. They're just jealous that you're the only one who occupies my thoughts."

Agatha rolled her eyes, trying to play it cool, but she couldn't help the thrill that shot through her at his words. "Well, I’m sure you’ll hear their screams for you tomorrow morning," she said.

Tedros leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck. His hand brushed against hers, and she felt a jolt of electricity. "I can think of a few ways to make you scream," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

Agatha’s eyes widened. She had never expected her prince to say something like that, but it felt good. She’d been waiting for him to claim her, but they’ve both been so busy it was hard to find time for each other. “What are you…” Her voice trailed off as she noticed his daring eyes look at her lips, his muscular hand curling around her waist.

Without another word, Agatha turned to face him, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew it was reckless, but she couldn't resist the pull of his confidence, the allure of his smile. She closed the distance between them, her lips pressing against his with a fierce urgency. He responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her effortlessly. She clung to him, her legs instinctively wrapping around his torso. He laid her down on the plush four-poster bed, their bodies still intertwined. His hands traced a path down her neck, over the curve of her shoulder, and down her arm, gently pushing the sleeves of her dress back.

Agatha felt the cool air kiss her skin as the fabric began to slip away. She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His touch was a thrilling combination of rough and tender, a stark contrast to the refined prince she had come to know. As he worked his way down her body, her breaths grew shallower, each touch igniting a fire that burned hotter than any dragon's flame.

"Tedros," she gasped. He froze, his eyes searching hers for permission. She nodded, the desperate plea in her voice clear. "Don't stop."

He took her invitation as a challenge, his hands and mouth exploring her with renewed vigor. Each kiss, each caress, brought her closer to the edge of something she hadn't quite experienced before. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with it, and she arched into him, urging him on.

With a groan, Tedros broke away from her, standing to strip off his shirt and tank. His abs rippled in the candlelight, each muscle defined and powerful. He was a predator, and she was his willing prey. His eyes gleamed in the dark like those of a creature stalking its most desired prize, and the raw hunger in them sent a thrill through Agatha's core. Slowly, deliberately, he lowered his pants, revealing the happy trail of hair that led to the most intimate part of him. The sight of his bare skin sent a shiver of anticipation down Agatha's spine.

"Let's see if you can handle me," he challenged, his voice a low growl that seemed to resonate through her entire being. Agatha's eyes widened, but she didn't look away. Instead, she took in every inch of him, feeling a heady mix of excitement and trepidation. He was so beautiful, so powerful, and she felt a sudden thrill at the idea of being the one to pleasure him. 

"Show your prince what you can do," he murmured, the words a seductive dare that sent her pulse racing. With trembling hands, she reached out to lower his pants. His cock sprang free, long and thick, pulsing with excitement. She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his, and leaned in. The first touch of her mouth to him was tentative, but he groaned, and she felt a rush of confidence. Her hands wrapped around the base, her thumb tracing the veins that stood out along his length. He was hot and hard in her grip, and she felt her own arousal spike in response.

Agatha took him into her mouth, her eyes watering slightly as she struggled to accommodate his size. He tasted faintly of salt and musk, and she found the scent intoxicating. She moved slowly at first, her tongue exploring every ridge and bump, learning the taste and feel of him. Tedros’ hands found her hair, his grip tightening as she grew more confident. He guided her movements, setting a rhythm that had him panting and cursing under his breath.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. The endearment sent a warmth through her, and she pushed herself harder, eager to bring him the same bliss he was giving her. Her hands roamed his torso, her nails digging into his skin as she took him deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, his cock filling her mouth, stretching her limits.

Her eyes watered as she struggled to take him all in, but she was determined to prove herself to him. He watched her with a fierce intensity, his grip on her hair tightening as he guided her movements. His hips began to rock, pushing his length into her mouth, and she choked, the sound muffled by his flesh.

Tedros didn't stop, his own passion overtaking him. He pushed harder, his cock reaching the back of her throat. Agatha gagged, her eyes wide with a mix of panic and excitement. He felt her hands tighten on his torso, her nails digging in, as she tried to adjust to the sensation. "Take it," he encouraged, his voice strained with desire.

And she did. With a deep breath, Agatha took him in, her throat muscles relaxing around him. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the wet heat of her throat envelop him. The pleasure was intense, the sensation of being so deeply accepted by her driving him closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, the tension coiling in his balls. With a final thrust, he came, his warm, sticky seed filling her mouth.

Agatha swallowed, the taste of him surprisingly sweet on her tongue. She pulled away, laughing, a little cum dribbling down her chin. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, her eyes shining with triumph. "It tastes like victory," she said, her voice a little hoarse from her efforts.

Tedros chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that seemed to rumble through the room. He leaned down and kissed her, his mouth claiming hers in a fierce, possessive way that made her toes curl. He tasted himself on her, and it only made him want more. "Good girl," he murmured against her lips. "Now it's your turn to scream."

With surprising strength, he flipped Agatha onto her stomach, the plush comforter muffling her gasp of surprise. She felt the coolness of the fabric against her skin, the heat of the candles dancing across her back. Her heart was racing, a heady mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She had never been so exposed, so vulnerable, and it was thrilling.

Tedros's eyes raked over her, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. He took in the way her dress had rucked up, exposing the lacy black lingerie she had chosen for this very moment. His hands moved to her waist, gripping tightly as he ripped the delicate fabric away. The sound of it tearing seemed to echo through the room, and she felt a thrill of powerlessness that only served to heighten her desire.

"I didn't know you were hiding all this," he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he traced the curve of her bare ass with a rough fingertip. Agatha's cheeks burned as she felt a sudden smack against her skin. The sound was sharp and unexpected, and it sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body. She moaned, the vibration of the sound echoing in the quiet room.

Tedros leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. "Shh," he whispered, a hint of amusement in his voice. "The guards might hear us." He placed a gentle hand over her mouth, silencing her cries. He moved down her body, his hands caressing her curves as he went. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he spread her legs wider, the fabric of her dress bunching up around her waist. Agatha bit her lip, anticipating his touch. She felt the warmth of his breath on her exposed flesh, and then his tongue was on her, delving into her folds with an enthusiasm that made her arch her back and press into the bed.

His tongue danced around her clit, flicking and swirling in a pattern that had her moaning despite his warning. He chuckled again, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through her. "Shhh," he murmured, his voice a gentle reprimand. He slid two fingers inside her, his movements matching the rhythm of his tongue.

Agatha's eyes squeezed shut, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the sheets. "Oh, Tedros," she breathed, her voice a desperate moan that she couldn't hold back. She buried her face in the pillow, muffling the sound as best she could, but the pleasure was too intense. The fabric of the bedspread was rough against her cheek, a stark contrast to the softness of his mouth.

Tedros's tongue danced and flicked, tasting her sweetness with a hunger that seemed to grow with every gasp she made. His fingers slid in and out of her, curving to hit the spot that made her toes curl. She could feel the pressure building, a storm gathering in her core, threatening to break free at any moment. She tried to keep quiet, but it was a losing battle.

Just when she was about to release, he stopped and she felt him adjusting his knees to lock with her ass. He paused, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and desire as he looked up at her. "Ready, princess?" he whispered, the endearment sending a shiver down her spine.

Without waiting for an answer, he thrust into her, his cock pushing past the barrier of her virginity. Agatha's eyes went wide, and she screamed into the pillow, the sound muffled by the fabric. The pain was intense, a white-hot knife slicing through her, but it was quickly followed by a deep, all-consuming pleasure. His length filled her completely, stretching her in a way she had never experienced before. She felt his girth, his warmth, his power.

Tedros stilled for a moment, his eyes on hers, watching for any sign of distress. When she nodded, he began to move, his hips rolling in a steady, deep rhythm. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by her gasps and moans. He was merciless, his strokes long and deep, claiming her as his own. She tightened around him, her inner muscles contracting and releasing in a silent plea for more.

With a smirk, he reached back and smacked her ass, the sound echoing in the quiet chamber. Agatha's body jolted, and she let out a high-pitched cry of surprise and pain. The sting of his palm only seemed to fuel her passion, though, and she pushed back into him, urging him to go deeper. He complied, his strokes growing faster and harder, the smack of skin against skin a tempo that matched the pounding of his cock.

Her back arched, and she felt her body stretching to accommodate him fully. It was almost too much, but she craved it. Each smack was a declaration of his dominance, a reminder that she was his. And as much as she had always feared losing control, in this moment, it felt freeing. Agatha's legs trembled with the effort of keeping still, but she knew that any movement would only invite more of his punishing strokes. She bit down on the pillow, her teeth sinking into the fabric as she tried to hold back the screams that threatened to escape. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of sensation that only heightened the pleasure.

Tedros leaned over her, his muscular frame a wall of heat and power. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "My little princess to claim before the world does tomorrow." He grabbed her hips, his grip bruising as he pulled her back onto his cock, driving himself deeper into her with each thrust.

Agatha couldn't help but love the idea of being his in this way, a secret shared only by the two of them. Her mind spun with the taboo allure of it all - the soon-to-be King of Camelot, claiming his girl, the one everyone thought was destined for darkness. But here she was, willingly giving herself to him, his size and strength a thrill she hadn't anticipated. She loved the idea of being used by him, her body the antidote for his stress, his worries.

Tedros's cock was like nothing she had ever felt before, stretching her and filling her completely. The sheer size of him was intimidating, but the way he moved, with such precision and dominance, made her feel safe and protected, even as he pushed her boundaries. His strokes grew more demanding, each one sending shockwaves through her body that she felt down to her soul.

"My princess is taking it so well," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "Someone's surely screaming all right." His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her. The sting of pain only served to heighten the pleasure, and she found herself pushing back into him, urging him to go harder, faster.

"Oh Daddy," she gasped, the word slipping out before she could stop it. It was strange, but it felt right, a heady mix of power and submission that she had never experienced before. She felt a rush of wetness at the sound of it, her pussy clenching around him, eager for more.

Tedros froze, his eyes snapping to hers. "Someone's surely having fun tonight," he said, his voice a low growl as he leaned back to look at her. He smacked her ass again, a little harder this time, and the word "yes" slipped from her mouth, turning into a moan as his cock hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her.

With a grin, he pulled out almost all the way, making her whimper with need. "Say it again," he demanded, his eyes boring into hers.

Agatha's breath hitched, but she complied, the words a throaty whisper. "Yes, Daddy.”

"Attagirl," Tedros growled, his hips slamming into her with a force that had her nails digging into the bed. The sound of their flesh colliding filled the room, a raw, primal music that seemed to echo through her very soul. He was relentless, his cock filling her to the brim with each powerful thrust. She felt the beginnings of a climax building, a pressure that grew with each smack of his hips.

Her lingerie lay in shreds around them, a testament to his passion. He had torn it away with a fierce hunger, leaving her bare and exposed. His hand found her hair, "The king's little princess," he murmured, his eyes dark with lust. "Taking his cock like a champion."

With a powerful surge, he lifted Agatha upright, his cock still buried deep within her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs locked around his waist as he fucked her standing. The angle was new, the sensation even more intense. She could feel the head of his cock brushing against her g-spot with each thrust, and she cried out, the sound echoing off the stone walls.

He carried her to the edge of the bed, and with one final push, he threw himself onto the mattress, taking her with him. His weight pressed her down, his muscular biceps locking her hands above her head. His grunts grew louder, his breath hot and ragged next to her ear. 

"Cum for your King, Agatha," he growled, the command sending a fresh wave of desire through her.

Her eyes widened as he began to fuck her with an urgency that stole her breath. His hips slammed into hers, the bed shaking with each powerful thrust. She could feel his muscles tightening, the tension in his arms as he held her in place. It was raw, animalistic, and she loved it. His cock filled her completely, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

Agatha felt the pressure build within her, her pussy clenching around him, her walls tightening as she reached the precipice of orgasm. His hand found her clit, and he began to rub it in circles, his touch a perfect match to the tempo of his thrusts. She moaned into the pillow, her body shaking with the effort to hold back.

And then she was over the edge, her body convulsing as she came harder than she ever had before. She felt the warm rush of his cum flood into her, filling her up as he groaned out his own release. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent her spiraling into ecstasy. His kiss was like lightning, striking her with a force that left her trembling.

Her pussy clenched around him, milking every last drop of his seed, as he continued to rub her clit, extending her orgasm until she was sure she would pass out from pleasure. The room was spinning, the candles flickering in her peripheral vision as she rode the waves of pleasure that crashed over her.

Finally, with a shudder, he pulled out and fell onto the bed beside her, his chest heaving with exertion. Agatha's head lolled to the side, finding comfort on the firmness of his pectoral muscles, her eyes fluttering shut as she struggled to catch her breath. Tedros leaned over her, his hand gently brushing the sweat-dampened hair from her face. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, and with surprising tenderness, he lifted her chin to meet his gaze.

"I never knew my little princess could handle me so well," he said, his voice filled with awe and pride. Agatha's eyes searched his, the intensity of their union still lingering in the air. She felt a strange mix of emotions: satisfaction, fear, and a deep craving for more. "Anything for my king," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The words were a declaration of her willingness to submit, to be claimed by him in any way he desired.

Tedros's eyes darkened, his desire for her a living force in the room. He stood, pulling her with him, and they faced each other once more. His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts, his thumbs flicking over the sensitive peaks. She gasped, arching into his touch, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr that sent a thrill through her. "My little princess.”

With a fierce look in his eyes, Tedros pushed Agatha back onto the bed, her knees once again bent at the arch. She felt a rush of confusion, her breath catching in her throat as she stared up at him. "What are you doing?" she managed to ask, her voice a tremble of uncertainty.

"You thought I was done?" He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. He positioned his still-throbbing cock at her entrance, the head nudging against her swollen flesh. She could feel her pussy clench around the tip of him, eager for more despite the ache from their first encounter. His voice was low and gruff, a stark contrast to the tender prince she had known, "Daddy's gonna make you scream all night, my princess."

Her eyes widened as he thrust into her once again, faster, harder and with more force. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of passion and power that seemed to shake the very foundations of the castle. She moaned and screamed as she took him, his hands smacking her ass with a ferocity that sent waves of pleasure-pain through her body.

“Scream all you want baby. The guards are gone. Let me know how much you want it.” Tedros growled. Agatha had never seen this much passion from him before, but she loved every second of it. Her eyes scanned the door in between her head being pounded by his hand gripping her hair, and she saw no shadows of the guards. A rough slap to her ass jolted her back to Tedros. “That’s an order from your King, you hear me?”

"Oh daddy, yes," she moaned, the words slipping out of her mouth with ease as she embraced the taboo. Agatha had never felt so alive, so utterly consumed by another person. With each thrust, she felt her own power growing, a fiery heat building in her core. Here she was, being claimed by the prince of Camelot. The room grew hot with passion, the candles casting flickering shadows on their entwined bodies. "Give it to me, Tedros. All night."

The prince smirked, his eyes alight with mischief and desire. He knew he had her, and the power of it was intoxicating. They fucked like animals, the bed groaning beneath them. The smack of flesh, the grunts and moans, and the rustle of the bedclothes were the only sounds that filled the night air. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their movements frantic as they chased the high of climax over and over.

Tedros took her in every way he could think of, exploring her body with a hunger that seemed insatiable. Agatha met each thrust with her own, her body moving in a symphony of need. Her orgasms were like waves, crashing over her without end, each one more intense than the last. She was his, completely and utterly, and she loved every second of it.

The night air was thick with the scent of sex and candlewax, the flames casting an erotic glow over their intertwined forms. The candles flickered, their light dancing across the sweat-slicked skin of their bodies as they moved in a frenzied dance of passion. His hands roamed her curves, gripping and squeezing, his fingers leaving bruises that she would cherish in the days to come.

Finally, she collapsed onto his chest, her body boneless and sated. His strong arms wrapped around her, his hands gripping her ass possessively, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away. His heartbeat thundered beneath her ear, a reassuring reminder that he was real, that this was really happening.

"Goodnight, my princess," Tedros murmured, his voice a warm rumble that seemed to resonate through her very soul. His breath was hot and uneven, the scent of their love-making still lingering in the air. Agatha felt a warm glow spread through her, a sense of belonging she had never experienced before.