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[sideblog-of-stories]

a gift for Juno

PWP origfic I wrote based on an RP session between my ffxiv character and a friend’s. Characters are Jethyk Myrr and Juno’to Nbolo, my co-writer. Characters are Miqo’te from the FFXIV mmo (catboys, more or less.) Warnings: bdsm pain play, biting, blood letting, blood play, wax play Summary: Juno’to, a courtesan, is hired by his regular client Jethyk and takes him to a special dungeon, for a long-awaited session of their own.

"Here we are!"

The Miqo'te turned in anticipation, his fluffy white cat tail flicking behind him excitedly. He crossed an arm over his chest, resting his elbow on it and twirled a strand of his long silky hair around a finger. Teeth closing over a plush bottom lip, he stood nearly vibrating with excitement in hope that Sir liked what he saw.

Juno'to only partially meant the dungeon room.

A fellow Keeper, darker-skinned and of a much more muscular build than the tiny courtesan, entered the room, lavender eyes taking in everything as he languidly made his way around looking at the different instruments of torture and pleasure.

Juno'to's tail wrapped around his waist and he hugged it a little, nervous for the male to like his choice. Jethyk, his regular (and secret master) finally had the time for them to have a night to themselves. Juno was determined to make it a good one.

Jethyk walked slowly around the small torture chamber, his black-furred ears perked forward in interest at the massive amounts of lit candles that lined the room, and a little grin curled on his lips. His roaming gaze landed on Juno'to and he tilted his head, thick black and green bangs falling to cover an eye.

"This is very impressive, kitten. Look at all this..." he swept a hand, taking in the slow-burning fiery forge, the bondage table, the shackles on the walls and the myriad devices on a long platform along one wall of the room. It was laden with toys and potions of every make and model, the effects of which were a very pleasurable puzzle to solve.

Jethyk chuckled. "Very nice."

He liked it! Juno's ears twitched with happiness and he smiled wide, nodding. "I'm glad you like it, Sir! We're allowed to play with anything here."

"Anything...?" the taller male almost purred, moving close to Juno and winding an arm lazily around his waist, pulling him flush to Jethyk's muscular form; butterflies flitted in the courtesan's stomach and he nodded eagerly. "Yes, the table, the toys, there's even hooks on the wall you can hang me from--"

"And these?" Jeth waved a hand at the flickering flames that surrounded them. Juno blinked, and then caught on -- his blush deepened, and he bit his lip again, eyes wide as he looked at his Sir. He hadn't even thought of those, but -- if Sir wanted -- and that kind of pain, it would be--

Jethyk chuckled, seeing the gears turn in that pretty head. He leaned in and slowly bit Juno's jaw, his sharp Keeper fangs sending a little jolt of pain trilling through that lithe frame.

"It's a shame to have all these candles and not take advantage of them, don't you think?"

Juno gasped at the bite and smirked in a daring way, purring, blue-dipped tail wrapping around both bodies. "Y-yes Sir! I love anything with wax...or maybe even something that burns~" he murred seductively, pushing himself into Jethyk's warm body and rough clothes, loving how it scraped his soft, delicate skin. He was wearing only a tiny pair of silk panties, thigh-high stockings and thigh-high boots, while Jethyk was fully dressed.

And he usually stayed that way, even if Juno ended up completely nude; half the time his Sir barely slid down his leather breeches, just untying them enough to fuck the courtesan, wild and rough and often from behind; the only touches he gave a painful yank of Juno's hair or fingers around his throat.

Juno loved it.

"Oooh, of course kitten. I'd love to see some pretty pink marks on that pale skin..." Jethyk slid both his hands under the scrap of cloth covering Juno, sliding them down to splay palms over the younger male's ass and squeeze firmly. The whine that raised in Juno made his Sir grin and move in to claim his mouth, pressing hungry lips to his in a dominating kiss. Those fingers squeezed tighter, enough to get a squeak and leave soft marks on his ass when Jeth relaxed his grip.

Juno melted, purring into the kiss, his ears flicking forward as Sir started to control him; thrust his tongue into Juno's mouth, claiming it, massage his ass and dragged nails over them, the sharp Miqo claws leaving red, slightly bloody welts. He mewled helplessly, loving every single bit of it; he wanted Sir to use him, mark him up, make him his.

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"Strip and lay on that table over there, kitten. On your back."

Juno whined, wobbling a bit, his face as flushed as cherry wine; his Sir had worked him over, and worked him over good. He wanted more of those rough, claiming kisses and bites that left him dazed and quivering until the next dominating kiss left him shaking in Jethyk's arms. His lips were puffy and bruised, and his neck was mass of teeth marks, trails of red welts decorating his pretty pale skin.

He obeyed though, managing to tug off what little clothes he had on before stumbling to the table and climbing atop it, his tail flicking eagerly. He turned to flop onto his back and turned his head, bright pink gaze watching Jethyk in rapt attention.

His Sir grinned wide and slid a hand slowly up Juno's body, utterly unhurried, from foot to head; he grazed over those curvy thighs and hard prick that throbbed when touched, then continued up to trace the soft dip of Juno's stomach to his chest, catching a nipple beneath his nail and making his kitten jerk and gasp. It's only a tease though, barely enough touch to satisfy the eager, needy courtesan, and he whimpered softly, fighting to keep his hands to himself.

Jethyk left his side, then, making Juno pout at the sudden lack of his warm hands, and eventually returned carrying an assortment of still-burning candles. There was a soft smirk on his face as he looked down at the delicate femme catboy and sat the candles down at the end of the table.

He took both of Juno's wrists in his hands, holding them with a tight grip Juno knew and loved well, and forced his arms above his head, strapping them down with the table's providing bindings. He did the same thing to Juno's ankles, then came back around the side of the table and gripped Juno's chin between his thick fingers, turning the boy's head to look at him.

"Don't hold anything back, kitten, you hear me? I want this entire club to know what a desperate, eager whore you are." His words were almost tender, expression fond as he looked down at Juno and the courtesan's stomach fluttered again.

"Y-yes, Sir!" he nodded, obedient and dutiful like the good boy he wanted to be.

Without warning, a hand shot out to grab one of Juno's soft pink nipples between finger and thumb, tugging on it; Juno yelped in surprise as much as pain and dropped his head back with a shaking moan, back arching.

"Hah, you seem to be eager for me to do more, you're pushing up into it," Sir teased him and grabbed the other nipple just as roughly, twisting both between those strong fingers, tugging on them first, then dragging nails roughly over the reddened buds. Juno gasped and whimpered, unable to move much due to being bound to the table.

Jethyk gave them both one last cruel twist, and then -- as a treat, because Juno had pleased him so well in the past -- bent and licked over one of the tingling nips, rough Miqo tongue lapping at it before drawing it into his mouth and suckling, sending an entirely different kind of sensation through the poor bound Keeper. A loud gasp escaped his lips as he squirmed uselessly. "A-ah, S-sir..." he moaned, body twitching below his master's mouth.

"Do you like that, kitten?" came the purred question, Jeth raising his head with a grin, leaving Juno's nipple red and wet. He reached down, tugging on the slippery bud a little for good measure, glancing down to see Juno hard, a pearly drop already seeping from the tip of his cock. He chuckled and then moved to the end of the table, taking up a large candle in hand.

"Watch," he directed, gliding back up to Juno's side, stroking his skin again and then leaned down to whisper in a white-furred ear. "The wax always leaves such pretty patterns behind." And he tilted the candle over Juno's chest, watching the burning liquid drip onto those tender pink nipples -- drip, drip, drip. Each one making the Miqo boy gasp in pain and twitch. It tilted more and molten wax poured from the burning tip, covering Juno's nipple like slow, silken syrup.

"Haaa, nnnh!" Juno cried out this time, ears flicking backwards as his Sir lets the wax pour over his chest -- first that tender, teased nipple, then winding over to the other one. It burned, it burned and hurt, and it made him shudder involuntarily. He kept jerking as the wax left a trail over his delicate skin, his tail thumping against the table. Both his nipples were covered, and they ached and tingled so badly.

He was hard as a rock.

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"Now isn't that a pretty picture..."

The words were spoken in a low, husky growl, a hand reaching out to graze sharp Miqo nails over shivering, reddened flesh. Juno barely registered the action, lost in a haze of pain and pleasure coursing through his lithe, delicate body; his nerves were on fire. He lifted his head, gasping, sucking in a sharp breath and then crying out once more as Jethyk lets more wax pool around the base of his cock to roll down his balls, though there wasn't much more skin there to cover. More wax was dripped to coat the Miqo's tender inner thighs, and the candle was finally, mercifully, set aside.

"You're a painting come to life, kitten," he chuckled and leaned down to bite Juno's bottom lip, the plush tissue bruised and swollen. Pink burn marks trailed down from those lips, over his soft chin and down his throat, to meet a mess of swirling, shiny welts all over his chest; you couldn't even see Juno's nipples beneath the mass of wax, some hard, some still cooling. His body was covered in it, concentrated over his most sensitive areas; they'd been at this for...Juno had no idea. Hours? Days? His endorphin-hazed mind had lost all sense of time and place. He couldn't even remember where they were, or how long he'd been captive under his Sir's rough, but careful, ministrations. His wrists were red and bloodied where he'd twisted in his bonds from pain and pleasure; his arms had gone numb long ago.

And he still wanted more.

Jethyk murred softly, a comforting sound, leaning over the hapless boy and caressed his cheek to get his attention. "Focus, sweetness, focus -- eyes on me," he said, tone firm even with the almost gentle grin. Juno blinked, his unfocused gaze slowly moving to his master, blown pupils dilating; his breath came in quick, ragged, shaking gasps . "Breathe, kitten, easy now...slow it down...slooow it down," Jethyk intoned, a hand cradling Juno's chin and jaw, making the femme look at him. Those gasping breaths started to slow, even out, precious air returning to his heaving lungs...and to Juno's delight, he got a smile for his efforts.

"That's it -- good boy," Sir purred and Juno teared up, heavy drops slipping from the corners of his eyes to follow prior already-dried trails down into his hair. He practically mewled from happiness at those words. Jethyk laughed in a low, husky tone and grinned, his fangs flashing. "You're doing so well, Juno. I'm proud of you."

That was the first time he heard Sir use his actual name, and his ears twitched from sheer joy, tail thumping and his body writhed, a surge of desire and need and want rising in him. "S-Sir! Thank you! Thank you, I-I'll continue to make you proud!"

"Oh, I know you will," the Keeper confirmed, and started to peel the wax off Juno's body, sending slight burning tingles of pain all over his body, peeling wax from already red, swollen, burned skin; it was like painful little pinpricks all over him, over and over again, as Jeth pulled and scraped his covered body clean. "So pretty...." his master murmured to himself as his ministrations revealed swirls and patterns of red and sometimes white welts along that creamy complexion.

Peeling the wax from Juno's burning, aching nipples and groin sent new waves of endorphins through him and he moaned so loud and without restraint. His body arched and shivered before he fell back limply, pleasure and pain haze making his eyes roam uselessly around the room; finally landing on Sir. Juno let out soft sobs as his Master took his chin, looking directly into Juno's hazy, heavily lidded eyes. Despite his crying, Juno's eyes were a mixture of pain and want -- need.

Jethyk stared at him in silence for a moment, expression unreadable, then forced his face up and took his mouth in a deep, probing, biting kiss. Juno's shaking, sobbing moans were muffled by his Master's tongue, filling his mouth, sucking his own tongue back so those Keeper fangs could sink down into the soft tissue, blood instantly filling Juno's mouth. Jethyk's lips curled in a smirk at the taste, fingers holding Juno's chin tight so he couldn't move, loving the little twitches his kitten gave as blood pooled at the corner of their locked lips, rolling down Juno jaw.

Jethyk pulled back, lips red and wet; he licked at them, eyes narrowed as he watched Juno lie there and pant, his eyes seeing nothing, lost to sensation, deep inside his own head. The Miqo chuckled and turned to the bottles of different liquids and medicines, the motion catching Juno's attention. He turned his head lazily, blinking at his master's back to him.

"S-sir...? Wha'...'r'you doing...?" he asked, words slurred.

Jethyk turned back around with a bottle of green gel-like liquid and put a finger to his lips; no questions desired. Juno went silent immediately, nodding, and tried to relax, though his cock was throbbing and drooling precum down the shaft, even untouched, and his body shivered ever so often, sending small twitches of pain through him.

The black-haired Keeper pulled the stopper and, holding the bottle out over Juno's torso, cupped a hand beneath it and poured the green gel into his palm. He began to slather it over it over his kitten's tender, painful body. As he rubbed the cooling, healing gel into the skin it almost burned all over again, the liquid frigidly chill -- but then after a while it rose to a soothing, warming temperature. He knew this would keep the wounds from getting infected, but also keep the heat and pain sensations going -- with the new addition of cold.

The liquid was rubbed into the skin, absorbed quickly, sending new sensations through the poor abused femmeboy, his moaning gasps and cries hoarse and thin.

Jethyk smiled, leaned down, kissed Juno much more gently this time and whispered against his lips. "Good boy." His hand rose, stroked through Juno's hair tenderly, his smile warm and loving.

"Now I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name."

Juno gasped, mewled at the words, his eyes rolling back in his head a little at the thought. He jerked, still bound and unable to move, tears starting to roll down his cheeks now as he nods assent, practically begging for it. He wants to be fucked by his Sir; he wants to be crying from that fat cock inside him. He let out a sob, body shaking with sheer need.

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The harsh concrete floor was rough on his back, but not nearly as much as it would have been if Sir had given his backside the same treatment as his front. The black-haired tomcat had actually commented as such, saying he should have tormented that cute little ass and pretty pink hole, as well; but his nails and cock would have to do for now.

It'd taken only moments to snap the bonds, releasing Juno's arms and legs, and roughly shoving the wobbly snow-furred catte to the ground. He'd barely been able to stand as is, his legs like jelly and his arms aching and weak. He hit the ground hard, gasping, looking up at his master with teary eyes, unable to focus. He felt, rather than saw, a firm boot sole slide between his thighs and press, a gentle warning. Juno gasped and spread his legs immediately, earning a low chuckle, and then he felt Jethyk drop to a knee between his aching, spread thighs and grab his legs, yanking him closer and making him scrape against the abrasive stone floor.

His shirt was tugged off next, dropped to the side, and Juno blinked his vision clear to watch that muscular stomach flex as Jethyk leaned back to unfasten his leather trousers. He didn't bother to remove a stitch more, not even his high laced boots; but Juno knew that's the proper way of it. He's the one that lies naked and vulnerable and waiting. And his Sir knew how he much he loved the rough feel of clothes against his sensitive skin -- made even more sensitive now, and painfully so.

Legs were hooked over Jethyk's muscular arms, the Keeper not even bothering to get his kitten ready in the slightest -- he knew how he liked it, after all. Raw, dry, and all at once.

Juno's body went limp beneath him, letting his Sir do as he liked, letting him bend that tiny frame nearly in half. Those beautiful eyes turned to look at his master, filled with need and wanting. Jethyk slid a hand inside his opened pants, and suddenly the cock his sweet boy loved so much pressed against that cute, tight little hole, and Juno gasped and moaned. They stayed like that a moment, as Jethyk teased his kitten with long languid rubs against him, a tableau of lust and desire and painful, aching need on that stone floor.

Juno's lips parted with a whine, as if he wanted to say something -- but anything he might have said was cut off with a choking cry as that thick uncut meat slammed into him in one hard thrust that nearly made him see stars. "NnnaaAAAHHH!!-!"

The eager, desperate little whore got his wish. His plush lips fell open with a loud scream, feeling the floor scrape against his back with the force of the thrust. He attempted to grab at Jethyk's body with his hands, shaking with pain as that thick cock tore through his tight channel, already bulging through his stomach, messing up his guts. "S-S-SIR!!"

He tensed as his master pulled back and slammed in again, even deeper this time -- and then did it again -- and again -- and again. His pace was slow but his thrusts forceful, driving his hard fat prick into that tiny body. Juno let out cry after cry at each thrust, eyes blown wide as his head fell back, staring up at the ceiling.

Jethyk grinned and dropped down, teeth latched onto that bruised, tender neck -- a low animal growl sounding from the Miqo as fangs sank in, claiming the white-haired femme utterly. He slammed into him over and over, definitely making Juno's stomach swell with each powerful thrust, rubbing rough leather cruelly against burned, weeping flesh. The hoarse screams and sobs just made him harder as he lapped on the blood he drew from the other's neck, kissing the bite wounds and suckling them a bit.

The fucking rendered the poor femme useless, belly full of his master's cock -- and his cock only -- making the smaller Miqo'te moan. He gasped and gagged at the bite, trying to suck in enough air to scream, but it was weak and faint. The blood ran down his skin, staining it, mixing with all the other colors that marred that perfect porcelain body.

An arm slid around Juno, grabbed the back of his hair and yanked, forcing his head back so he couldn't even see his master above fucking him within an inch of his life, could only stare at the ceiling and feel it.

With a low, guttural groan, Jethyk really started rutting him -- if the poor mind-fucked Miqo thought it was rough before, his Sir was almost bestial now, watching his sweet kitten come wholly undone beneath his wildly pistoning hips. Juno could feel his hole stretch desperately to take that massive, driving cock.

He actually felt himself tearing a bit at the savage pounding, but it just made the sweet little masochist cry out louder, shaking with ecstasy. His guts were being stirred up, his Sir making him feel so full and fucked. He wailed as his long silky hair was yanked, Jethyk controlling that limp body to his pleasure. Tears ran down his face, his eyes rolling back, mind slipping slowly into soft darkness as his control cracked and shattered completely with a whimper.

"Gods," Jethyk growled against that bloody throat, lapping at it, tearing into the flesh so anyone who saw Juno knew his body was owned by another -- wholly and completely. "You love it when I tear you apart, don't you kitten? My sweet little whore."

Juno couldn't respond with his words, too overfucked to even understand what Jethyk was saying. All he could do was attempt to nod dumbly, but the grip on his hair limited him. He gasped when he felt warm wetness on his cheek, realizing Sir had leaned up and dragged at tongue over it to lick up the salt trails from earlier. That bit of debauchery made the poor boy half-sob and reach up with trembling, aching arms, clinging to the other Miqo'te desperately.

Juno’s moment of weakness was rewarded, thankfully, with a low, husky laugh and lips suddenly on his. He could taste his own tears and blood and his cock twitched, precum spilling over his stomach. He cried into that mouth, feeling blood running down his thigh now to add to his reddened wax-burned skin. He was utterly lost in need and pain both, gasping at each feral thrust into his body. He belonged to his Sir, his completely.

"Juno..." His master growled against his lips and let go of his hair, that hand moving to grab the poor kitten's throat, large strong fingers tightening around it. He was forced to look up, meet those hooded lavender eyes. "Juno, who do you belong to? Who is it that fucks you like you deserve, hm??" His master's eyes were narrowed, teeth gritted with fangs glinting in the low fiery light; that hand squeezed, letting the boy still breathe, but barely, demanding an answer.

Juno gasped for air, eyes blown wide in desperation. He looked into his master's eyes, a half-sob managing to escape before his lips parted and he stammered, trying to force the word out.

"Y-Yo-u-!!"

That was all Jethyk needed to hear -- his head fell back as he plunged deep, to the hilt, body pressed hard and flush against his kitten's, the femme's stomach bulging, mouth open in a scream -- and then his master came, and came hard, making Juno's guts rise for another reason. 

The poor used, mind-fucked Miqo lost it then, his cock twitching hard and then spurting a fountain of cream over his red, marked body, as he screamed soundlessly, air cut off by those clenched fingers.

Sir filled his kitten full of hot, sticky seed, pearly white spurting out from around his well-fucked hole to dribble down his ass. Jethyk watched his face as Juno gasped and clawed desperately at his hands, begging for air even as his eyes rolled back from his orgasm, face red and wet...and just as he could see the pleasure and pain from the lack of oxygen about to overwhelm his sweet boy...he let go.   Sweet air filled Juno’s lungs just as the height of his climax hit, making him nearly black out, his mouth agape and gasping, mind gone and drowned in pleasure. He shook wordlessly and then sagged back, just as Jethyk finished filling him full, his own guttural growl of pleasure ringing out against the stone tiles.

There was only silence for a bit, punctuated by slow, gasping pants. Then a shadow fell over the sweat-drenched boy and he felt lips against his, a kiss all too brief that made him whimper and chase after the retreating mouth. "S-Sir..." he moaned softly, eyes unfocused and hazy.

"Mmm, kitten...you good, lovely boy? Come back to me," the voice said with firm, but gentle authority. Juno slowly blinked, his vision blurring then sharpening, and he looked up to see his Sir hovering over him with a warm smile. He blinked and purred, nodding assent to his question. 

"Y-Yessir..." he whimpered, voice scratchy and hoarse. His ears flicked up; eyes still heavy. Jethyk laughed softly and leaned back down to press more lingering, tender kisses to those bruised, bloodied lips.

"Good," he said softly, with finality. 

Juno purred louder. "T-Thank you S-Sir..."

“You're welcome," Jethyk smiled and slowly untangled the two of them, letting Juno’s no-doubt aching legs lower. He sats up and slowly pulled out, grinning as that thick load gushed out of the boy’s gaping hole -- so full. 

A low moan escaped his kitten's lips at that, and he tried to sit up, but was gently eased back down by his Sir, who rose to go grab one last bottle. He returned and began to rub a healing salve over the rest of Juno's wounds, stroking one of his ears affectionately as he tended to him. The Miqo melted into the touches, eyes closing as he hummed, a deep purr starting in his throat. "Mmm, t-thank you s-sir," he mumbled, tail curling up.

He grinned affectionately and stroked through his kitten's hair, before he finished cleaning, healing and bandaging the worst of his wounds and marks, but left certain others alone, to blossom into beautifully-colored bruises, ripe for viewing and comment.

Afterwards, he scooped the sweet boy up into his arms, causing a small purr to start in Juno's throat, as the boy curled closer, looking up at his Sir with half-lidded eyes, his tail curling around the larger male's body. Jethyk grinned down at him.

"I almost want to take you out there just like this, so everyone can see how much fun you had..."

Juno blushed deeply at that and purred more. "H-heh, I know y-you would."

The Keeper smiled warmly down at him, then gave a little laugh as he looked over the table and floor covered in his kitten's cum and blood and sweat and even melted wax. "I'd say this room was a success, wouldn't you?"

His courtesan nods, eyes closing again. "Y-Yessir, I think this is a r-room we'll have to v-visit again," he concluded, smiling a bit.

His master kissed him on the forehead, and then turned and walked to the door. He had already opened it and was through it before Juno realized what was happening, his eyes popping open, ears pricking up in alarm as a near cherry-red blush rose on his cheeks. He clung to Jethyk as the male stopped in the middle of the club dance floor, dozens of curious, confused eyes swerving their way.

Juno gasped, his legs squeezing together in a useless effort as drops of creamy white dripped on the floor. "S-S-Sir!"

"Does anyone want a catboy? Slightly well-used -- but still in pretty good condition!"

"SIR!"

--fin--

[sideblog-of-stories]

a gift for Moody

A gift origfic for a special girl ♡ Characters: Moody, an elf with hair that secretes ink; RJ, a green-furred catboy Warnings: None, just sweet vanilla smut! Maybe a warning for a ridiculous Southern accent lol

Summary: Moody decides it’s time for her to know what she’s missing; and who better to teach her than the charming rogue tomcat she’s crushed on for years?

“Are ya scared, baby girl…?”

Moody looked up at the tomcat towering over her, her short frame almost enveloped entirely by his body as he straddled her thighs, powerful arms braced on other side of her shoulders. She swallowed thickly, black ink staining the pillow below her head. “N-no,” she said, meaning to sound defiant but her voice was a soft, shaking whisper. 

RJ smiled that lopsided grin that always sent a rush of warmth and wetness between her legs. He lowered his head, lips brushing her ear and she curled her shoulder at the tickle.

“Don’ be scared, darlin’…I ain’t gonna make it hurt,” he whispered in a husky drawl and she nearly moaned. “I promise.” His breath was so hot against her ear, the skin of his lips softer than she expected. 

They hadn’t even kissed yet. 

“An’ if ya want me to stop, just say.” He withdrew and she missed the press of his body already, her nipples still red and tingling from all the attention he’d given them earlier. Moody pressed her thighs together with a little groan.

RJ chuckled and sat up on his heels over her thighs. His cock hung down, hard and heavy and Moody couldn’t help but stare at it like it were the only thing in the room. It was just so thick and red and pulsing…but pleasant to look at. Almost pretty.

The elf nearly giggled at the thought, wondering if she was getting giddy from nervousness. Her hair had dripped thick rivulets of ink down her shoulders and even over her breasts, leaving RJ with some smears on his hands and cheek but he didn’t seem to mind. 

She idly wondered if the shaft would feel as silky against her lips as it had against her fingers when he let her stroke it earlier; she had yet to touch it with her mouth and he hadn’t asked. She didn’t know if she was supposed to do the asking, or if he didn’t want that, or what. But he seemed okay with just her hands on him and he’d…moaned.

That had nearly undone her.

The tomcat shifted and she felt his strong leg pushing between her thighs, urging them open. She obeyed, shifting her legs a little, and then biting her bottom lip when RJ put his big hands on her knees and pushed her legs apart even further. Her hands instinctively went to hide her face, a plash of ink staining her shoulder and the blanket below her. An unbidden shudder went through her when he opened her up, gasping a little as her soaked labia pulled apart, spreading wide. Right in front of him.

She heard him suck in a breath and her hands pressed harder to her hot face.

“Pretty as a picture,” he grinned and Moody made a strangled noise.

“D-don’t…don’t make f-fun of me!” she squeaked, voice muffled behind her hands, eyes squeezed shut.

There was a pause, and then a soft chuckle. She felt the bed shift and suddenly weight was on her again, though the tom was careful not to press anything against her sex. “I’m sorry, darlin’,” came a whisper against her ear, her body shuddering as hot lips nipped and suckled the lobe between words. “I wasn’t makin’ fun. I meant it. Y’ look right lovely, lyin’ there like that. Makes me wanna do such terrible things t'ya,” he teased and smiled. “Y'want to stop?”

Moody was silent for a moment, then shook her head. She slowly lowered her hands, placing them on her heaving breasts and bit her bottom lip, forcing her eyes open to look at him. The look on his face made her flush darkly and have to look away. “Keep going,” she whispered, shivering a little as he dipped his head to kiss down her ink-splattered neck. She arched for him, pressing her breasts against his chest. 

“You smell so sweet, baby girl,” he murmured against her jaw. She let out a shaking breath. “I bet y'taste even sweeter,” he grinned, and then sat back up. In that whole time, he hadn’t touched between her legs once, and the ache increased even more for the lack of contact. “Y'sure you want me t'do it this way…? I could use my hands or mouth to get ya used to it, darlin’…”

Moody took a deep, shaking breath and released it slowly, and nodded. Her fingers slid down almost subconsciously to her nipples. 

“No, it’s...it’s okay. I want that to be the first thing I feel--” She paused as she stared at the ceiling, the word on her tongue making her cheeks stain even darker, and she finished in a rush of breath. “--inside.” She swallowed hard. “Besides, I’m sick of not knowing.”

RJ looked at her, then smiled, warm and loving. “Awright.” He shifted a little between her legs, his thick furry tail brushing over her left foot and making it tickle. Then she felt something both soft and hard touch her glistening labia, nudging the lips further open a little and making her spine want to curl. A new rush of warmth coated her sex with sweet stickiness and she gasped, fingers unconsciously working at her nipples.

She bit her lip, then craned her head a little to try to peer down between the mounds of her breasts, curiosity getting the better of her. The tomcat chuckled and tilted his hips, angling himself so she had better view. The round head of his cock slid along her slit as he adjusted, and Moody whimpered softly. She remembered how strangely plush and soft it had felt, her fingers pressing into it, exploring the give. Would it also feel that way…inside…?

Once more those heated lips found her ear. “Relax, baby girl,” RJ breathed. “And kiss me.” The elf girl’s hair let loose a small splatter of ink over the soaked pillow but she ignored it and looked at him with wide blinking eyes; then closed them and tilted her head up a little. There was a moment of stillness, then warm, soft lips pressed to hers, the sudden surprise making them part with a soft gasp.

At that, RJ’s lips pressed more firmly, parting as well and a hot, wet tongue slowly filled her mouth, making the red flush on her cheeks darken. Their first kiss, and it was filled with hot breath and tongues sliding together, her own fluttering shyly against his. He eased up to let her take a breath and then kissed her again, and again, and it would have almost been enough for her. Almost, except she could still feel the head of his prick lightly rubbing her clit as RJ moved, making her quiver. She wanted more.

“Please RJ…please…” she pleaded between kisses. The tom paused at her words, then grinned wide against her mouth. If her eyes had been open she was sure she’d have blushed even harder at seeing it. “I need to know…” she finished, her voice small and soft.

“All right darlin’,” he whispered. “Hold onta me.”

His warmth and weight descended upon her, enveloping her in strong limbs and she squeezed his hips with her knees. She felt him move below, her labia slowly parting more around his cock, the press and slide of his flesh making her toes curl. The slight moment of tension when the head hit her channel made her brows furrow, but then his lips were on her again and he kissed her and kissed her until she forgot the discomfort. There was only pleasure as he eased himself past, letting her feel every inch of his cockhead squeeze through that narrow entrance, until it popped inside with a sensation that made her jolt.

Her mouth dropped open, her moan muffled against his mouth as finally – finally – he pushed himself all the way inside her, slowly but with firm control, until she felt his heavy sac squish against her body. She couldn’t breathe for a moment, her fingers clenched tightly around her red, throbbing nipples.She wrenched her mouth away from his, head dropping back as her body arched hard against him, pleasure like electricity surging outward from her groin to the tips of her toes and fingers. 

“Oh, OH–! Oh, it’s…you’re so b-big–!!” she squeaked, unsure when she had begun trembling. He hadn’t looked nearly as big as he felt!

“Mmm and yer so tight,” he groaned, his mouth somewhere near her right ear. “So tight and hot and wet. Y'were so fuckin’ eager f'my cock, weren’t ya baby girl?” The tone of his voice had changed slightly, more husky, edged with a soft growl – it made goosebumps break out over her arms and her cunt grow wetter. He was still buried inside her, stretching her channel and making her writhe with anticipation. Teeth scraped her earlobe and bit, hard enough to make her whine. “Y'want me to fuck ya now?”

“Y-yes, Sir!” The elf girl said in a strangled, whimpering voice. “Yes, yes please. F…f-fuck…fuck me!!”

“Mmmh…good girl. Bein’ honest with me gets ya anythin’ y'want,” her tomcat said, his tongue sliding down her jaw and into her mouth, in a deep probing kiss that left her breathless. 

The tomcat shifted, pulling away from her a bit to plant a hand on either side of her shoulders. Her eyes peeked open, drinking in the sight of him hovering over her, muscles tense and taut, his ears flicked forward to match the cat grin on his lips. She shivered, half scared and half eager. “But ya should be careful what y'wish for,” he finished with a wink and jerked his hips, practically yanking his cock from her channel before plunging it right back inside, slamming into her with barely a second to catch her breath.

Moody’s mouth opened in a hoarse scream of pleasure, the edges of her world going white. It would be the first of many screams that would fill the next few hours of her very long, very exhausting, but very pleasurable night.

[sideblog-of-stories]

A Sudden Introduction

An gift origfic I wrote for a very special girl ♡ of our RP characters Characters: Amelia, a banker’s wife trapped in a loveless marriage and Mister Darrington, a lowbrow dock worker, her secret lover and cruel Master Warnings: NON-CON -- gang rape, breathplay / severe choking, violence (slapping), anal. This one is fairly rough.

Summary: Amelia is trapped at another one of her husband’s fancy, boring parties, and decides to take a walk with her best frenemy, Clarissa; she ignores the girl’s worries about wandering too far from the mansion, and both find more than they bargained for in the dark woods.

“The night air is lovely, is it not, Amelia?"

”…hm?“ Amelia turned to the other woman in the garden, distracted and obviously not listening to a word she said. Clarissa huffed and pushed her thick curly blonde hair over her shoulder. "Where is your mind lately? You have acted as if your head is in a fog all evening long."

Amelia only shrugged, fiddling with her long unbound brain, twining it around her hand, tightly every so often. She dared not confess the thoughts that distracted her so and turned her face a crimson shade. Luckily it was dark this far into the garden.

"Do not shrug Amelia, ‘tis unladylike,” Clarissa hummed and fanned herself. “Shall we return to the party? Your husband will look for you."

"Hardly, he has the attention of bankers tonight. It will be cards and drinks and cigars until the dawn, and he will only 'look’ for me afterwards, stumbling drunkenly onto the bed and rutting his hips into whatever softness lies there, whether it be me or the pillows, then promptly releasing his seed upon my leg and passing out.”

“Amelia!” Clarissa gasped, covering her mouth with her fan prettily. “What has prompted you to be so filthy and vulgar tonight?”

I want to be filthy and vulgar, she wanted to say, but instead just apologized. “I am sorry…I must have had too much sherry earlier.” She ignored her friend’s tut-tuts and wandered further back into the gardens. Clarissa followed, until they were far enough the lights and din of the party were dimmed. It was dark, and footing was growing treacherous.

“Amelia…” Clarissa whispered, her voice trembling. “Let us return, please – we are wandering too far from the estate. It may be dangerous, there are vagabonds about…”

Amelia just ignored her and wandered further, past the gardens of the estate and into the woods. The lights of the manse twinkled behind them, and music filtered through faintly, giving up soon to the sounds of frogs and crickets. “Amelia!” Clarissa hissed, as the other wandered further, leaving her alone in darkness. She whimpered and hurried forward, nearly running into the other woman and grabbed her arm. “It is too dangerous–!"

"Yehr rih’ about tha’, missus,” a sudden leering voice sounded from the darkness, a hand shooting from behind a bush to grab Clarissa’s arm. The woman jerked and sucked in a breath to shriek, but another hand clapped quickly over her mouth, belonging to a different person. “No,” a dark, familiar voice murmured, muffling Clarissa’s scream, that changed into a shocked whimper when her captor’s other hand slid into her bodice and squeezed her breast. “None of that, lovely miss."

Amelia, moments from flight, stopped suddenly, her entire body trembling from a sudden rush of warmth through her limbs and nethers at the voice. Her mouth went dry and she only stood and stared, afraid to speak lest a word send him running like a bird in flight.

More dark figures slunk from the trees surrounding them, gathering around herself and Clarissa. All male, all stinking of liquor and sweat and the male musk of arousal. Their faces were covered by masquerade masks, some hiding the whole face, some only hiding the eyes. Such as the one on the male who’d spoken, the only one that had, though others were chuckling and leering. 

All in all, a half dozen men clustered around the two women. Clarissa was whimpering and struggling against the arms that held her, but Amelia just stood there in shock, staring at the man with dark scarred skin and an elegant black mask over his eyes. He looked up at her, and her heart skipped a beat, face flushing as a rush of warmth wet her bloomers. Her mouth worked soundlessly. …Mr. Darrington…

His lips slowly curled into a devilish smile and she felt faint. "You won’t run, will you?” he said, directly to her this time, in that low, husky, but commanding voice and she shook her head immediately. The muffled sobs and beseeching looks of her friend were utterly ignored, her eyes only on her Mr. Darrington. 

“Good girl,” he breathed, just loud enough for her to hear, sending another rush of warmth to her cunt. She was soaking wet, fingers shaking in her need to touch herself, to be touched. She watched his hand squeeze and molest her friend’s breast enviously, hungry for that touch, for the hand over her moaning mouth too. It took every bit of willpower not to beg him to touch her instead, but he hadn’t given her permission to beg yet.

“Tend to Miss Amelia, would you?” Mr. Darrington nodded to one of the other males and he came over to her, her brain filled with ideas of what was to occur, and took a slight step back, suddenly frightened. The man saw, and looked back at her lover, who gave a sigh and nodded. 

The man turned back and without warning, slapped her hard across the face, sending her reeling into the hard, scratchy ground. She cried out, face turning red and lay there trembling only a moment before she was cruelly jerked upright by her braid, dragged over to a tree and pinned to it. She dared not speak the words in front of Clarissa, but she looked at Mr. Darrington pleadingly, mouthing “I’m sorry” and “I’ll be good”. She’d be good, she would show him.

“Our dear Miss Amelia won’t want to miss a second of this,” he said with a chuckle, still holding Clarissa, while the others fondled her breasts, and ripped her skirt up to her waist, pushing greedy hands between her legs; one after the other, pushing each other aside in their eagerness to molest the blonde woman as she squirmed and half-sobbed, half-moaned. Amelia watched hungrily while the other man bound her arms to the tree behind her, then proceeded to take a knife to her clothes, ripping through the expensive material and tugging it from her body.

He took liberties with her body, squeezing and molding her breasts when exposing them, sliding two fingers between her legs and teasing her clit. She shook, quivered and held back her moans, which just made the other men laugh as they watched. Clarissa sobbed harder; Amelia could only whimper and bite her lip to hide the cries of pleasure that threatened, though a few did slip out when two men gathered on either side of her and licked and suckled her nipples. 

“Her pussy’s wet as a cat in a tin bath,” one man joked and she flushed darkly, ignoring Clarissa’s gaze. Her Mr. Darrington laughed, that throaty chuckle that melted her insides.

“Finish your job, don’t get distracted,” he said, holding Clarissa by her hair and forcing her to her knees, her mouth bound by one of her own stockings. The guy nodded and Amelia raised her eyebrows, wondering if she was to be sheath for his cock now…if Mr. Darrington wanted it, she would take all these men gladly, one after the other…but no, he only pulled a small wooden object from his pocket. Her eyes widened, recognizing it as one of her Master’s favorite playthings, and her cunt quivered. The man teased her clit with it momentarily, causing her to writhe, then slid it inside her.

“Yehr t'keep this in yeh, Mr. Darrington says,” he growled and she nodded, immediately clamping her knees and thighs together to keep the dildo from sliding out. It pushed further inside her as her muscles flexed and she moaned, sagging a little against the tree.

“Eyes over here, slut,” her Master commanded and she snapped her head up immediately, locking eyes on the scene in front of her. Clarissa was on her knees, gripping his thighs to keep from falling over, though she was helped by his hand gripping tightly to her hair. She was staring behind her in fear as one of the men took out his cock and dropped to his knees behind her, rubbing the huge, red, thick-veined thing against her ass, over her skirt.

“Miss Clarissa here’s quite famous among the boys down in the shipyard, you know,” he smiled at her. “She likes to have one of her men come down and pick the best of the lot and bring them back to her bed, to fuck her senseless. Heard she likes quite a few -vulgar- things of her own–” A few of the men chuckled. 

“But sometimes she gets lax about remembering when her husband comes home and they’re caught. She, the jewel, gets a scolding and the poor fool that fucked her gets his skin flayed from his back. But who would say no to the shipyard master’s wife?” Clarissa’s sobs suddenly choked and her face reddened, the fear there replaced by a different sort.

“Who can be angry though?” Mr. Darrington chuckled, as the man behind Clarissa started ripping her skirt up the back, slowly. “She’s a filthy whore…but she only lacks the discipline of a proper woman. Don’t you agree?” he looked up at Amelia, who flushed heatedly under his gaze and writhed, moving the dildo inside herself. He grinned, lip curling at the corner and she nearly sobbed for wanting his rough hands on her, hurting her so -good-…

“But Miss Amelia knows how to behave…now it’s your turn to learn,” he rubbed his thumb over the blonde woman’s cheek. She whimpered, then made a strangled noise when her bloomers were lowered to her knees and cold slick oil was spread between her ass cheeks. 

Mr. Darrington cupped her face firmly and talked to her in a low voice. Amelia couldn’t hear what he said, but she could guess; she knew well the painful promises coming from his lips if she disobeyed. She saw Clarissa flush at whatever he whispered in her ear and tremble a little in his arms, clutching them and moaning behind her gag as two fingers were pushed up her ass. A hot surge of jealousy ran through her and she writhed against her bonds, whimpering softly.

Within moments that thick oil-slicked cock was plowing Clarissa’s ass, her strangled cries muffled behind her gag. She didn’t struggle; only when the man behind her slammed himself -hard- against her jiggling ass did she jerk and try to push away from him. But quick as lightening large, rough hands were clamped around her throat and her eyes bulged, tears streaming from her eyes.

Amelia’s wrists began to hurt from tugging them subconsciously, having to clamp her thighs together tight to keep the cock from slipping out of her soaked cunt, the juices dripping and sliding down the backs of her thighs. Mr. Darrington looked up at her and she moaned for him, teary eyes pleading. He only smiled at her, and leaned down to murmur something in Clarissa’s ear. Her lips mouthed something wordlessly and he let go, the blonde collapsing onto her palms and coughing, attempting to inhale shaking breaths between hoarse moans. She pushed herself back up to cling to Mr. Darrington’s thighs again and this time, with shaking arms, she pushed back against the cock in her ass, pumping herself on it. Mr. Darrington smiled and complimented her, and she flushed. Amelia writhed and sobbed, jealous rage making her want to scream.

Clarissa began to obey whatever the dominating man whispered to her, spreading her legs wider or arching her back more. Her sobs and whimpers turned to moans, her face flushed and saliva dripping from the soaked cloth in her mouth. One of the men jerked her head back by her hair, hard, and her eyes rolled back in her head, her arms clutching to him as he bit her neck hard enough to bruise. Her nipples were nearly purple from being roughly pinched and she had bite marks and bruises all over her soft pale skin. 

Her eyes were locked on Mr. Darrington no matter who was fucking her, silently begging for his approval, and flushing whenever he praised her. When they flipped her over, she sat on another man’s cock below her and leaned back on her palms, spreading her legs wide and whimpering until someone knelt between her legs and also speared her cunt with their meat, moaning loudly when they did.

Mr. Darrington slid the gag from her lips and told her to lean her head back and open her mouth. Amelia actually made a noise, a soft upset cry and flushed when Mr. Darrington looked right at her while he pulled his hard, dripping cock out and shoved it into Clarissa’s waiting mouth. The blonde gagged, choked, and spit up bubbling saliva around his shaft, but he didn’t stop. He just jerked his hips, fucking her mouth without a care. Spittle dripped down her face, into her hair, and he still fucked her, ignoring Amelia, who was grinding herself against the tree, attempting to fuck herself on the dildo inside her. 

Silent tears rolled down the poor forgotten woman’s cheeks and she bit her bottom lip til it bled. “M...Mr. Darrington…p…please…” she whispered, and suddenly he stopped and looked at her. Goosebumps sprang up on his arms and she was both excited and terrified. He pulled back, cock sliding wetly from Clarissa’s mouth, who gave a cry.

“No! P-please, more, fuck my mouth more, I want your cock in my throat,” she whimpered, licking the sticky saliva from her lips. 

“I’m done with you, slut,” he growled, shoving her head to the side. “They can have you.” Clarissa protested, sobbing while he walked away, her words soon gagged by another man’s cock in her mouth. Mr. Darrington left the others to fuck Clarissa’s every hole raw and walked slowly over to Amelia, who squirmed under his heated gaze.

“My pretty whore’s getting anxious, isn’t she?” he murmured huskily, leaning an elbow on the tree, pushed flush against her. She felt his still-hard cock rubbing against her body, leaving sticky trails of Clarissa’s saliva on her skin, and sucked in a sharp breath. 

“I-I’m sor–” she started, but a finger on her lips shushed her.

“Mm no, sweet girl,” he whispered, sending those chills down her spine again. “You know what is expected of you…you know how to behave.” He began to wind her long braid in his fist, around and around, and she trembled and kept silent. Clarissa’s cries and moans faded into the background, there was only him, his scent and voice and warmth and touch.

“You -know- that you are not allowed to beg, until I give you permission to beg. Isn’t that right?” He shifted and wound the rest of her braid around her slender neck and she gasped, and whimpered. 

“Yes, s-sir,” she panted. “But–but my darling you–y-you were being so mean…”

He chuckled, gathering the ends of the braid in his fist and tightening it around her neck, slowly. “But you love it when I’m mean,” he murmured against her lips and she nearly parted them instinctively.

“But that was cruel,” she pouted, unable to keep the hurt from her voice. Mr. Darrington only grinned and shoved his knee between her legs roughly, pushing it nearly up inside her and forcing the dildo deeper. She arched and gave a cry, which turned to a choked sputter as he abruptly tightened her braid in his fist and cut off her air. She gasped and unconsciously tried to scrabble at the braid but her hands were bound and could only twist her bleeding wrists in her bonds. “Gghkk–!” Her feet scraped on the ground, losing purchase and she sagged on his grinding knee. Her face flushed, red, then redder, as he tightened her braid and both choked her and pulled painfully on her scalp.

“Does the brood mare own the rider, now?” he hissed in her ear, and bit it sharply. Her eyes rolled back in her head. “I am no courtier of yours, whore, kept cockbound to you. I may fuck who I please, when I please, where I please, in front of who I please.” He grinned and looped her braid on a hidden hook above her and gripped her thighs, lifting her and spreading her legs painfully wide simultaneously. His cock teased her clit and then he pushed two fingers into her, holding the dildo still while he roughly forced his manhood into her alongside it.

She gasped and tried to scream, but she had no air. He held her just enough that she was not fully hanging from her braid, but she still could not breathe well. She wrapped her legs around his waist, whimpering from want of holding him. “You are -mine-, cum-sucking slut,” he growled against her lips. “-Not- the other way around.” And then he let her weight hang and with a sharp jerk of his hips began pounding her mercilessly.

She jerked, legs kicking uselessly and looked at him pleadingly as her face slowly turned purple, drooling from her parted lips, pleasure red-hot through her veins. He held her against the tree with his body, fucking her hard, cunt stuffed so full it was near-painful, juices running down her legs and dripping to the forest floor.

Finally, only when white sparks flashed in the corner of her vision, did he loosen her braid. Amelia sucked in a gasp of air so hard it hurt her burning lungs. her Master kissed her then, almost gently, tongue pushing into her mouth, claiming it. She could only flicker her tongue against his weakly, wheezing for air. He grinned and squeezed her ass hard, nails digging into leave red half-moons on her plump flesh. 

“Perhaps I was too cruel,” he murmured, still pumping into her, her back scraped painfully by the bark of the tree. “Perhaps I just enjoy teasing you. But no matter what cunt I stick, in the end, I will always come back to yours, sweet Amelia. Is that not love?” He laughed, but his words warmed her and she moaned, squeezing his waist with her legs.

He leaned in and whispered then, in her ear. “And your womb is the only one I fill.” He pounded harder, reaching down to loosen the bonds of her wrists and she gasped and wrapped her arms around him immediately, the waves of pleasure starting in her groin and radiating out. He tightened her braid, just enough. “As am I the only one that fills it – is that not right?” His searing gaze hit her and she nodded, lips parting, face flushed darkly. 

“Only you,” she groaned, voice hoarse. “Fill my womb with seed and my belly with child again my darling, please, -please-…o-only yours…”

He grinned then, that dark, promising smile she loved so much. “My sweet brood mare,” he murmured against her lips and bit them so hard blood pooled in her mouth as he jerked his hips, pounding so fast and fiercely she thought he might tear her in two. Suddenly with that guttural grunt she loved, he pushed -all- the way inside her and groaned deeply, cock twitching inside her as he came, hard. She could -feel- it, almost as if her cervix expanded from the force of his climax, filling her to bursting.

It was all she needed; when he slammed into her, she gave a sudden jerk and screamed, her orgasm hitting hard, inner walls clenching around him again and again. She shrieked aloud, not caring who heard, his companions, Clarissa, her husband, God himself. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body sagged, and blackness crept at the corner of her vision as she nearly fainted from sheer pleasure.

Still trembling from aftershocks, she only vaguely felt herself being lowered the the ground, and dressed carefully in her torn clothes. A rough, masculine hand caressed her cheek, brushed fingers over her lips, slid a thick thumb into her mouth. She moaned weakly and suckled it best she could, before the hand was pulled away. She heard clothes rustling further away, and the soft whimpering moans of Clarissa, before there was only the sound of footsteps rustling the grass, growing fainter and fainter.  

She smiled softly and touched a finger between her sodden thighs, hoping for the seed inside her to quicken and take root once more. She glanced over at Clarissa, lying there with her clothes also hastily reassembled, though they did not hide the cum drenching her face, hair and breasts, or the copious amounts leaking from between her legs and ass cheeks. She was trembling and gasping, a pleasured flush on her cheeks. Their eyes met and Clarissa looked away shyly, hesitating a moment before she spoke.

“…Will… Will he come to me…again…you think…?”

Amelia only smiled. --fin--