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TALK ME THROUGH IT.

CHARACTERS: VI ;; CAITLYN KIRAMMAN ;; CASSANDRA KIRAMMAN ;; SEVIKA ;; JINX ;; AMBESSA MEDARDA ;; ELLIE WILLIAMS ;; ABBY ANDERSON ;; MIZU.

PAIRINGS: ALL X SUB!FEM!READER (one for each scenario)

WARNING(S): lowercase, explicit content (minors & men dni) TAGS: strap-on sex ;; riding ;; gentle dirty talk ;; praise kink ;; eye contact ;; age gap (for cassandra and ambessa) ;; mommy kink ;; manhandling ;; neck holding ;; praise/degradation ;; discipline kink ;; possessive restraint.

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you were the one who said “i wanna try riding.” you. not her.

so why the fuck are you trembling like a leaf in her lap, thighs shaking, palms braced against her inked-up chest, eyes glassy as the strap pushes up against your dripping cunt?

vi’s grin is slow, almost smug. but her voice? low, dangerous, with that dangerous sweetness you only get when she’s got you exactly where she wants you.

“aw, what happened to all that big talk, baby? thought you said you were gonna take control tonight.”

you whimper, shifting nervously, your bare knees bracketing her hips. she’s fully leaned back against the headboard now, strap-up, arms behind her head like she’s lounging—but her biceps are flexing, jaw clenched, eyes glued to the way your pussy twitches against the silicone.

“i-i still wanna try…” you mumble, cheeks burning.

vi clicks her tongue, and it’s condescending. “you’re already soaked. you’re fuckin’ throbbing for it, sweetheart.” she leans forward and grabs your face with one hand, forcing you to look at her. “so what’s the problem?”

you swallow hard. “it’s big.”

vi smirks. “yeah. it is.” her grip tightens on your jaw. “but you wanted it, didn’t you? so now you’re gonna take it.”

and when you hesitate? that’s when she shifts under you—thrusting her hips up just enough to make the thick head part your folds—and your gasp rips through the room.

she growls, deep in her chest. “you hear that? that pretty fuckin’ sound you just made?” her hands are gripping your hips now, pinning you in place. “you’re not scared. you’re needy. your pussy’s begging to be split open.”

you moan, breathless, overwhelmed, but—fuck—you grind down anyway.

��fuuuck yeah,” vi groans, voice shuddering as you take her inch by inch. “look at you. goin’ dumb on my strap already and i haven’t even moved.”

your hands are clawing at her abs now, muscles twitching under your touch as you force yourself to drop the rest of the way down, letting out a strangled sob when she bottoms out inside you.

vi’s head falls back. “oh my fuck, baby. that’s it. take it all. ride it like a good fuckin’ girl.”

you start to move. slowly at first. rolling your hips with shaky breaths, your thighs trembling under the stretch. but vi’s hands are still on you. still controlling you.

and then—

she snaps her hips up once, sharp and fast. you scream.

“you feel that?” she growls, pulling you back down by your waist and grinding you into her. “that’s what i fuckin’ do to you.”

“v-vi, oh my god—”

“that’s not my name, baby,” she snarls in your ear, dragging your hips up just to slam you back down. “try again.”

“mommy,” you gasp. “mommy, please—”

“oh, fuck, that’s more like it.” she grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back just enough to watch your face twist with every bounce. “that’s my fuckin’ girl. so tight around me. so pretty when you cry.”

your thighs are burning now, pace stuttering as your orgasm starts to build too fast, too sharp.

“can’t—can’t hold it—”

vi’s hand snakes up to your throat, not tight, just there. just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.

“you will,” she whispers. “you’ll fuckin’ take it, and you’ll look me in the eyes while you do it.”

you do.

eyes glossy, lips parted, drool slipping past the corner of your mouth. and vi—vi groans like she’s going insane.

“oh, baby. you look ruined already. that cock got your brain all fuzzy, huh?” she lets go of your throat and slides her hand between your legs, thumb finding your clit, circling it rough and fast. “cum for me. now. i wanna feel it.”

you cry out so loud it echoes, body seizing around her, thighs clenching as you grind into her with messy, needy thrusts. your pussy pulses around the strap and your vision blurs.

but vi’s not done.

“again.”

you shake your head, weakly. “i c-can’t—”

“yes, you fuckin’ can.” she slaps your ass once—hard. “ride me until you cry. i’m not lettin’ you off this cock until you give me everything.”

so you do. you bounce, you grind, you sob into her shoulder until your second orgasm rips through you like fire. and vi’s holding your hips in place, panting in your ear, telling you over and over—

“that’s it. that’s my girl. fuckin’ melt for me.”

when you finally collapse against her, twitching and sore and gasping for breath, vi pulls the strap out slowly, watching your slick coat the toy, watching your thighs tremble with aftershocks.

then she tosses it aside and holds you tight.

“hey. you with me?” she murmurs, her voice softer now, no teasing—just concern.

you nod faintly, still panting. “y-yeah. fuck.”

she kisses your temple. “you were so good for me. so fuckin’ beautiful when you break like that.”

her fingers are already between your legs again, gentle this time, rubbing soothing circles.

“next time,” she whispers, lips against your neck, “i’m gonna make you beg to stay on it.”

you moan, boneless in her arms. “next time?”

vi laughs softly. “baby. we’re just getting started.”

caitlyn kiramman

it’s not the first time she’s kissed you breathless. but it is the first time you’re in her lap like this—naked, trembling, thighs straddling her hips, her strap already slicked with lube and waiting.

caitlyn’s posture is perfect as always: back straight, gloves removed, shirt open at the collar, the toy strapped between her thighs like it’s a weapon holstered in silk. her hands are on your waist—steady, unshakable, like they were molded for holding you there.

you shift slightly, and the strap rubs against your entrance.

you freeze.

caitlyn notices. of course she does.

she lifts her eyes to yours, voice smooth as honey over marble. “talk to me.”

you breathe in, shaky. “i… i want to do it. just— i’m scared.”

she hums, thoughtful. her thumbs rub lazy circles into your hips. “do you want me to guide you through it?”

you nod.

a slow smile spreads across her lips, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes—not because she isn’t soft with you, but because even her softness feels dangerous. controlled. commanding. like everything she does is calculated to ruin you just right.

“very well, sweetheart.” she leans forward, lips brushing your ear. “do everything i say. breathe when i tell you to. move when i guide you. understood?”

you nod again, whispering, “yes, caitlyn.”

a low laugh hums in her throat. “good girl.”

she shifts beneath you, lining the strap up with your entrance. you can feel how soaked you are already—nerves, want, fear, all twisted together like a bow being pulled tight.

caitlyn tilts your chin up with two fingers.

“eyes on me,” she says softly. “inhale.”

you breathe in.

“now sink down—slowly.”

you obey. inch by inch, the strap presses into you, thick and unyielding but perfectly guided. you gasp, legs shaking already, clinging to her shoulders as your body stretches to take her.

“there you go,” caitlyn murmurs, eyes locked on your face, watching every twitch of pleasure and fear. “doing so well already. you feel that stretch? that fullness? that’s mine.”

you let out a soft moan. she’s not even halfway in and you already feel like you’re losing your mind.

“don’t rush,” she whispers. “i want you to feel every inch.”

you push down further, breathing ragged, and finally, you bottom out.

caitlyn exhales slowly, like she’s the one getting fucked.

“look at you,” she whispers, almost reverent. “sitting on my cock so sweetly. you were made for this.”

you whimper against her shoulder.

“now,” she continues, voice sharper, “rock your hips for me. gently. just like that.”

you begin to move. a slow, desperate grind—barely lifting off her before sliding back down. the pressure inside you makes your thighs tremble, but it’s the voice that keeps you going. her instructions. her praise.

“good girl. good. you’re doing so well.”

caitlyn’s hands move to your ass, gripping you tighter now, helping guide your pace.

“take a bit more, darling. that’s it. look at you—bouncing already.” her smile is deadly. “and here i thought you were nervous.”

you’re riding her properly now—hips rising and falling, the strap gliding in and out of you with slick ease. your moans are ragged, needy, and caitlyn is drinking them in.

her hand snakes up your spine, elegant fingers threading through your hair.

“let me hear you,” she murmurs. “tell me how it feels.”

you can barely speak, gasping, “s-so good, i— i feel so full—”

“i know, darling.” she kisses the corner of your jaw. “you are full. you’re stuffed with me. you look divine like this.”

her free hand snakes between your legs. her fingers press against your clit—deft, trained, precise.

you cry out, grinding down harder.

“more?” she asks, tilting her head.

you nod frantically. “please.”

“then keep going. you’re in control, but you’ll take what i give you.”

the strap starts to hit that perfect spot with every grind, and you lose your rhythm—hips stuttering, moans falling apart in caitlyn’s ear. you reach for her shoulders again, desperate, your thighs burning with effort.

she notices your struggle instantly and adjusts her position. holds you tighter. slides her hand up your chest to press against your sternum—grounding you.

“shh… i’ve got you.”

and then she starts thrusting up into you.

not wild. not messy. but deep, sharp, timed perfectly with the roll of your hips.

you scream.

“c-caitlyn—”

“that’s it, sweetheart,” she growls, her composure cracking. “ride me. cry for me. let go.”

your orgasm hits like lightning. it rips through your body and you collapse forward with a sob, shaking in her arms, thighs spasming as your walls clench down on her strap.

she doesn’t stop moving.

“still with me?” she whispers into your hair, her thrusts slowing. “one more. give me one more.”

you nod helplessly, tears clinging to your lashes. “y-yes…”

she lifts you slightly, angles her hips, and fucks up into you harder this time—deeper, rougher, her breath right against your mouth as she praises you between thrusts.

“perfect.” “taking me so well.” “you belong here.” “you’re mine.”

your second orgasm breaks you. you scream her name, body going limp as you collapse into her arms, sobbing into her shoulder, cunt still twitching around her strap.

she slows. stops.

and holds you.

she brushes the damp hair from your forehead, kisses your temple, and whispers, “you did beautifully, darling. i’m so proud of you.”

you cling to her like you’re drowning.

“i… i love when you talk to me like that,” you whisper. “like you’re still in control. even when i’m the one on top.”

she chuckles softly. “oh, my sweet girl…” her arms tighten around you. “i’m always in control.”

cassandra kiramman

“you said you wanted to prove something tonight,” cassandra murmurs, silk slipping off her voice like wine off crystal. “so prove it.”

you’re in her lap.

literally. naked. knees bracketing her thighs. the heavy strap between your legs makes your muscles tense and your heart flutter like a frightened thing in a cage.

cassandra is fully dressed beneath you—silk shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease, dark trousers tailored to hell, long legs spread just enough for the strap to jut up between them. the toy is strapped tight to her, perfectly aligned, and her gloved hands rest calmly on your hips. waiting.

and you?

you’re trembling.

“i-i can do it,” you whisper, eyes avoiding hers.

“i know you can,” she replies, voice too soft to be safe. “but i want you to look at me when you do it.”

you meet her gaze.

she looks so calm. so poised. but there’s a hunger there, buried deep behind those eyes. a predator in pearls. her jaw flexes as she exhales slowly, fingers tightening on your hips.

“good girl,” she murmurs. “now… take a breath. and start sinking down.”

you obey, inch by inch, your slick heat stretching around the thick head of her strap. you gasp, hands gripping her shoulders as your legs shake.

cassandra doesn’t move. she doesn’t push or thrust or guide. she just sits there like a throne for you to worship, her voice your leash.

“that’s it. you’re doing so well.” her eyes flick down, watching the way you swallow her strap. “you’re so tight, baby. so warm around me. look how easily your pretty little body opens for me.”

you cry out, overwhelmed, thighs trembling as the strap fills you to the hilt.

“slow,” she reminds you. “i want you to feel it. every inch.”

your breath stutters. she doesn’t stop watching you. one hand lifts—gloved fingers trailing from your jaw down to your chest, resting just above your heart.

“can you hear that?” she murmurs. “you’re fluttering like a scared thing.”

you nod, wide-eyed. “it’s… a lot.”

she smiles—soft, indulgent, and wicked. “of course it is. that’s the point.”

you start to ride.

slowly. nervously. your rhythm wobbles, thighs burning as you rise and fall on her cock, skin slapping wetly, eyes already glossy.

cassandra groans softly, breath warm against your cheek. “you look divine like this. so young, so sweet, fucking yourself open just to impress me.”

“i—i want to make you feel good—”

“oh, darling,” she interrupts, voice like velvet and ice, “you already do.”

her hand slides to your throat—gloved, firm, not choking, just holding. like a reminder. like a promise.

“i could sit here and watch you ruin yourself on me all night,” she purrs. “keep going.”

you bounce harder. faster. your moans grow louder, needier, your pace sloppy with desperation.

she chuckles, low. “there it is. that perfect little sound. cry for me, baby.”

your climax hits without warning—tight, fast, devastating. you cry out her name as your body collapses forward, shaking in her lap.

but cassandra doesn’t let go.

she wraps an arm around you, holding you in place as your cunt pulses around the strap still inside you.

“that’s my girl,” she breathes against your temple. “my sweet, obedient thing.”

when your breathing steadies, you whisper, “i want to do more…”

she hums, fingers stroking your thighs. “you will. but not tonight.”

“why not?”

cassandra lifts your face to hers, eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

“because i want you to ache for it next time.”

sevika

the room smells like smoke and sweat. you’re straddling her thighs, naked and shaky, thighs trembling from how long she’s been teasing you.

sevika’s sprawled out on the worn couch, arm slung over the backrest, cigar still burning between two fingers. her shirt’s unbuttoned just enough for you to glimpse the top of her chest tattoo. her strap? slicked, thick, and positioned between her legs like it belongs there.

you shift your hips and it presses right up against your soaked folds, and you flinch.

“scared?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.

“no—nervous,” you whisper.

she exhales a puff of smoke and scoffs. “same thing, baby.”

you bite your lip, shoulders tense.

she watches you like you’re something fragile about to break—or something she’s about to break on purpose. then, slowly, sevika brings the cigar to her lips again, inhales, and speaks with that voice like gravel and heat:

“you wanna be good for me? then ride.”

you nod, hands braced on her shoulders.

“talk me through it,” you plead. “please.”

her eyes narrow, but the corner of her mouth twitches—almost like she likes hearing you beg.

“yeah?” she grunts. “alright. i’ll talk you through it.”

she tosses the cigar into the tray beside the couch, grabs the base of the strap, and lines it up for you.

“start slow,” she murmurs. “just the tip. let me see that pretty pussy stretch for me.”

you sink down just enough to feel the thick head part your folds and whimper, your breath hitching.

sevika’s hand grips your hip. tight.

“there you go. fuck. look at that—already drippin’ all over me.”

you tremble, inching down further.

“breathe. that’s it. take me slow. you can take more. yeah… that’s my fuckin’ girl.”

you slide down all the way and cry out.

her hands stay on your hips, grounding you, pressing you deeper onto her lap.

“fuckin’ hell…” she groans. “you feel that? you’re stuffed full, baby. can feel you twitchin’ already.”

you nod, tear-eyed. “it’s so much…”

she leans forward, grabs your jaw. “you said you wanted it. so ride. i’m not doin’ the work for you tonight.”

so you ride.

slowly at first—desperate, whimpering, fucking yourself on her strap while her thighs flex under you. sevika watches. burns you alive with that stare.

and then—she growls, deep and hungry.

“faster.”

you obey. bouncing now, your moans spilling out, cunt squeezing around the strap with every slap of skin on skin.

she grabs your neck. not tight. just claiming it.

“look at you,” she pants, jaw clenched. “riding like a good fuckin’ girl. you want me to cum just from watchin’? is that it?”

“i—wanna make you feel good—”

she laughs—sharp, wrecked.

“you already do, baby. fuck, you got no fuckin’ clue what you do to me.”

you stutter, grinding harder, your orgasm curling tight in your belly.

“sevika—please—i’m gonna—”

“then fuckin’ do it.”

she grabs your hips and slams you down once, deep and hard, and you scream as your orgasm rips through you, body going limp against her.

she holds you there.

lets you twitch. lets you sob into her neck.

then she presses a kiss to your shoulder and mutters, voice low and ruined:

“…did so good, baby. fuck. you’re mine.”

jinx

your thighs are shaking.

the strap-on’s already lined up against your soaked pussy, thick and veiny and bright pink—because of course jinx picked the most ridiculous toy at the shop—and she’s lying back on the floor of her workshop, grinning up at you like she’s watching her birthday present unwrap itself.

her hands are behind her head like she’s lounging, and her long legs are lazily spread, the harness snug against her hips.

you’re on top. naked. nervous. soaked.

and she’s waiting.

“what’s the hold up, cupcake?” she purrs, her tone sickly sweet and taunting. “you said you wanted to ride me—now you look like a baby deer tryna walk for the first time. ‘cept your legs are full of cum instead of bones.”

you whimper. “can… can you talk me through it?”

jinx freezes. her grin widens. something feral flashes behind those pink-rimmed eyes.

“ohhhhhh,” she drawls, sitting up just a little. “so you want me to coach you through bouncing on my cock?”

you nod, eyes wide, lips parted.

she cackles. full body, head-thrown-back laughter.

“you’re soooo fucked, sugar.”

then her hands shoot out and yank you down by the waist so the head of her strap kisses your folds—hot, wet, right there.

you cry out. she doesn’t move.

“shhhh,” she whispers, voice suddenly soft and deadly, brushing her nose up your neck. “i’ll be nice. kinda. you ready?”

you nod.

“then sink down, slow like honey. let me watch you struggle, babygirl.”

you do.

the stretch is brutal. she picked the thickest one in the box. of course she did.

your nails dig into her shoulders as you try to take more of her, inch by inch, whining, your voice cracking.

jinx moans.

“fuuuck, look at you takin’ it. drippin’ already. you like when i stretch you out, huh? little slutty body just eats it up.”

you whimper, flushed and panting.

“almost there,” she whispers. “c’mon, cupcake. you can sit all the way down. you want me proud, don’tcha?”

you finally bottom out with a cry, trembling in her lap.

jinx growls and licks a stripe up your neck. “there it is. that’s my seat, huh?”

you start moving. slowly. up, down, hips shaking.

and she talks.

“faster, baby. use me. i’m not doing shit. you wanted this.”

“look at you—takin’ me so deep, you’re probably forgettin’ your own fuckin’ name.”

“go dumb on my cock, sugar. bounce like you mean it.”

you’re moaning, gasping, sobbing, and she’s laughing—hands now gripping your hips to help, pulling you down harder, rougher, her cock slamming into you.

“good fucking girl,” she snarls, eyes wide and wild. “make yourself cum on me. you’re not gettin’ off this strap till you’ve screamed my name.”

you do. loud. shaking. clinging to her like she’s the only thing keeping you together as you collapse into her lap and cum hard, crying, twitching on her cock.

she holds you, giggling against your neck.

“there’s my favorite little mess,” she whispers. “told ya i’d talk you through it.”

ambessa medarda

she’s seated in a leather chair like it’s her throne.

her suit jacket is off. her sleeves are rolled. her strap is already fixed to her hips, thick and dark, the leather harness gleaming under the soft golden light of her quarters.

you’re naked. straddling her. knees on either side of her thighs. hovering over the cock she’s watching you try not to flinch from.

and you? you’re shaking. breathless. wide-eyed.

ambessa notices.

of course she does.

her tone stays calm, cool. “you asked to be on top.”

you nod quickly. “i know, i just…”

“now you hesitate.”

you swallow. “can you talk me through it?”

her eyes narrow. but not in annoyance. in interest.

she shifts, sits up straighter. her large hands fall to your hips—deliberate, possessive.

“oh, my sweet girl…” she murmurs, low and amused. “you want to be in control, but still be led?”

you nod again, flushed and trembling.

she tilts her head. “then you’ll do exactly as i say.”

her voice is suddenly cold and sharp. her grip tightens.

“take a breath.”

you do.

“line yourself up. that’s it.”

you lower your hips, the thick head pressing against your entrance, slick and hot. you gasp.

ambessa watches you like she’s training a soldier and seducing a lover all in the same breath.

“now sink down. slowly. no crying until you’re full.”

you whimper.

“don’t start, little one. you wanted this. i’ll tell you when to stop.”

you begin to lower yourself onto her strap.

inch by inch. her cock stretching you open. your thighs burn. your breath stutters.

she doesn’t flinch.

“keep going. i want to watch your cunt take it all.”

you bottom out with a sob, trembling in her lap, face hidden in her shoulder.

her hands trace the curve of your ass, spreading you just slightly. she hums with approval.

“there,” she says, warm breath at your ear. “you took it. and you didn’t break.”

you shift—start to move—and she growls, low.

“not yet.”

you freeze.

“i didn’t tell you to move,” she whispers. “still.”

you obey.

ambessa kisses your temple. gentle. patronizing.

“good girl.”

then—

“now ride.”

you start slowly. her strap drags against your walls, thick and unrelenting.

ambessa leans back in the chair, her hand gripping one thigh, the other curling around your throat—not squeezing, just resting.

“up. down. let me see those hips.”

you move faster.

your moans grow louder. she exhales slowly, her jaw clenched, eyes locked on your fucked-out expression.

“you’re shaking. keep going.”

“i—i can’t—”

“you will.”

she grabs your waist and starts guiding you, thrusting up into you with just enough force to make your breath hitch.

“take it,” she growls. “you asked for this. asked to be led. now follow, girl.”

you ride her harder, your climax ripping through you—messy, wet, broken.

you sob her name and she pulls you close, keeps you there, lets you ride the aftershocks until your body goes limp.

only then does her hand stroke your back.

“there she is,” she murmurs, voice soft now. “my obedient little thing.”

ellie williams

you’re on top of her. straddling her lap. naked. shaking.

ellie’s got her backwards cap tossed on the nightstand, tank top pushed up, tattoos on full display, strap on and already slick with your arousal from earlier grinding.

she’s under you, legs spread, arms behind her head, green eyes locked on the way your cunt flutters just above her cock.

and you're frozen.

“i-i wanna ride you,” you whisper, “but i need you to talk me through it.”

ellie’s smirk falters.

her arms drop. her hands grab your thighs—hard.

“fuck.”

she swallows. voice lower now. realer.

“you want me to talk you through riding my cock?”

you nod, breath catching.

she exhales sharp through her nose, dragging her hands up to your hips.

“okay, baby. alright. i got you.”

she lines you up with one hand, the other sliding up your back.

“take a deep breath. you’re fuckin’ soaked—she wants it. just let her have it.”

you lower down slowly. the strap presses in, thick and hot. you gasp, clinging to her shoulders.

“thaaaat’s it, yeah. just like that. fuck, look at you. taking me so good.”

her voice is wrecked already, hands steady, not forcing—just guiding.

“go slow. feel all of it. let me watch you fall apart on this dick.”

you bottom out, hips flush, and she groans so hard her voice cracks.

“jesus christ—fuck—you feel that, baby? full now, huh?”

“y-yeah,” you whimper. “so full.”

“you gonna start movin’? or you just gonna sit there lookin’ like the prettiest fuckin’ picture i’ve ever seen?”

you lift your hips, shaky, then sink back down—and her hand flies up to grip your throat.

“that’s it. there’s my good fuckin’ girl.”

you start bouncing, desperate now, crying out with every thrust. the strap slams into you perfect, deep, thick.

ellie’s voice is constant.

“atta girl. fuckin’ ride it. use me.” “god—look at you. fallin’ apart on me.” “lemme hear you, baby. you sound so fuckin’ good like this.”

you’re close. so close.

ellie notices instantly—grabs your waist, slams you down harder.

“you gonna cum on me, huh? gonna make a mess on my cock?”

you nod helplessly, moaning.

“then do it. fuckin’ fall apart for me. you earned it.”

you cum hard, crying out, hips jerking. she holds you through it, arms wrapped around you, pressing kisses to your neck.

you’re panting, limp, shaking in her lap.

ellie’s voice turns soft. tender.

“you did so good, baby. fuckin’ melted for me.”

you breathe, forehead against hers.

“again?”

she grins.

“oh, we’re gonna be here all night.”

abby anderson

your thighs are burning.

you’re straddling abby’s lap, naked and flushed, hips hovering over her strap. it’s big—of course it is—and lube-slick, angled up between your legs while she leans back against the headboard, strong arms flexed behind her, chest heaving.

you’d been teasing her all night. until now. now you’re just—nervous.

“can… can you talk me through it?” you whisper.

abby blinks.

the request hits her like a gunshot to the chest.

“…shit,” she mutters, sitting up straighter. her big hands instantly find your waist. “yeah. yeah, of course i can, baby.”

she presses a kiss to your jaw. “take your time, okay? i’ve got you.”

her voice is so soft, but her grip is grounding, the kind of strength that makes you want to obey.

“start slow. just the tip first, alright?”

you nod, lining yourself up, the head slipping past your folds—and you gasp.

“there it is. good girl. you’re already so wet for me.”

you sink a little deeper.

abby groans.

“jesus… fuck. that’s it, baby. just breathe.”

she slides one hand to your lower back, keeping you steady as you take more, inch by inch, her cock stretching you perfectly.

“almost there. you can do this. you’re so good for me.”

you finally bottom out, body shaking.

abby pulls you in close, kissing your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist like you’re the most precious thing she’s ever touched.

“you okay?”

you nod breathlessly. “y-yeah.”

she brushes your hair back.

“then ride me, baby. c’mon. i wanna feel you fall apart.”

you move.

slowly, rhythmically, hips rising and falling—and she talks you through every single thrust.

“that’s it.” “good fuckin’ girl.” “you’re takin’ all of me, huh?” “look at that. you’re so pretty like this.”

your moans start getting louder, messier, hands digging into her shoulders as your body pulses and trembles with each bounce.

her arms? wrapping tighter. helping lift you. pulling you down just right.

“you close, baby?” she murmurs.

“mmhmm—s-so close—”

“then cum. right here. in my arms.”

you do.

you break. writhing in her lap, sobbing her name, soaking her strap and thighs as your climax rips through you. abby holds you the whole time—breath hot in your ear, hand rubbing circles into your back.

“good girl,” she breathes. “you did so good for me. so fuckin’ perfect.”

you slump against her chest, boneless and crying soft, happy tears.

“can i do it again?” you mumble.

she kisses your forehead.

“you can ride me as many times as you want, baby. i’m not going anywhere.”

mizu

you’re in her lap. naked. knees tucked tight against her hips. her strap is thick, cold, perfectly still between your legs. mizu hasn’t moved.

she’s leaning back slightly, sleeves rolled, harness buckled and still—watching. waiting.

her blue eyes flick down to your trembling thighs. then back up. she doesn’t ask why you’re shaking. she knows.

and when you whisper—quiet, afraid, “can you talk me through it?”— she tilts her head.

“say it again.”

you look up at her, flushed, eyes wide. “c-can you… talk me through it? please?”

mizu closes her eyes like she’s trying to breathe through something tight. like she’s in pain.

“…fine,” she mutters. “i’ll guide you.”

she spreads her knees wider beneath you. the strap shifts—black leather, perfectly fitted—and her hands move to your hips.

“start slow,” she says quietly. “no noise. just breathe.”

you lower yourself onto her strap, inch by inch, gasping softly at the stretch. the toy presses deep, thick and slick, and her grip tightens on your hips like she’s barely keeping still.

“that’s it. take all of it. don’t stop halfway.”

you gasp, thighs shaking.

“you’re twitching,” mizu murmurs. “you wanted this. you can take it.”

you bottom out with a cry, trembling in her lap. mizu exhales slowly, jaw clenched.

“you’re full now. good.”

you start to ride.

slow, broken bounces. your body rocks, mouth open in gasping moans—and she watches. still. silent. but her fingers flex against your skin.

“faster.”

you move quicker. slick sounds echo in the air. your moans grow high, desperate, too loud—until she snaps.

“quiet.”

she grabs your jaw, pulls you in close.

“you’re already falling apart?” she whispers, almost cruel. “i haven’t even moved.”

she slams her hips up once—hard—and you scream.

“again,” she says flatly.

you bounce harder, sloppy, overwhelmed—and mizu finally grips your waist, guiding you, slamming you down onto her cock with ruthless control.

“you wanted my voice,” she growls in your ear. “then listen.”

you sob as your orgasm hits, shaking and pulsing on her strap, clinging to her shoulders.

mizu holds you there. breath heavy. one hand in your hair, the other still locked on your waist.

“…you did well.”

you nod, tear-eyed. “thank you…”

her lips graze your throat.

“next time,” she whispers, “you’ll ask before you get on top.”

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sinlillith · 3 months ago

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Whispers In The Trees

Summary: Prepped your whole life to complete a ritual to hand yourself over to a monster, you demand the reason why. When he gives you the answers, he demands your body.

Characters: Slenderman x Female Reader

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Big size difference, rituals, tentacles, gagging, choking, suffocation, eating out, Slender has a big tongue, vaginal, tip fucking, forcing, blood, clawing

Words: 5.2k

The curse of Slenderman had been in your family for generations.

Since you were little, this curse-like entity crept on your kin and ruled their lives. Demanding sacrifices and obedience every decade; deeming itself a God over you.

So as you trekked through the dense moonlit woods, you clutched the wicker basket so hard in your hands that it nearly cracked. You tried to think of your mother and her sisters, and her mother and her sisters, who have gone through this same ritual like generations before. The fog was dense all around you, the small flashlight in your hand doing little to breach the thick blanket.

The nature around you was quiet, a dull whisper of insects and animals as you trudged through the underbrush and thick roots. You knew this path, having walked it often when you were little to help your mother and sisters prepare for their turns, their time to appease the creature. You didn’t understand then, but now that you were dressed in thin white robes and bare feet, reality quickly faced you. In other circumstances, the outfit wouldn’t be bad, a nice Halloween costume of some cute cult girl from Midsommar maybe. But as you neared the familiar clearing past the trees, you didn’t find the idea of being a sacrifice funny anymore.

Standing just at the edge of the treeline, you took a deep breath, limbs shaking against the cold and fear that ran through you. It was late summer, well past midnight, and the night air brushed against your flushed cheeks leaving goosebumps. Closing your eyes, you stepped forward, leaving the dense forest behind you.

A sense of dread immediately engulfed you. The fog suddenly fizzled out on the ground like it wasn’t just blinding you. The air was silent, not a bug or animal to be heard no matter how hard you listened. And the breeze just stopped. It was like the whole forest was afraid to move into this clearing, hugging close to the treeline curiously but daring no further. But you had to, no matter how badly you wanted to turn and run back home to the safe arms of your family. To keep the vengeful creature at bay, this was the price that must be met. Every ten years, you watched as another woman from your family disappeared for a night late in the summer, silently praying that she would make it home in the morning. They always did, but the haunting look that followed them shook you to your core.

Reaching the center of the clearing, a dead spot in the grass was etched in a circular shape, the familiar pattern laid before you. Lying down your basket, you flicked off your flashlight, the moon illuminating a milky blue hue into the clearing bright enough for you to see. You shuddered, the silence creeping into your mind and making you look around quickly, paranoia gripping you. You huffed, rummaging through the items in the large basket and laying the contents out, preparing for the exhausting ritual. Your mother had taught you, every step perfect as she walked you through the routine. The symbol, the candles, even the perfect way to position yourself. It was like an art form for her as she taught you and your sisters.

Unwrapping the large bag of salt you packed, you began to follow the outline in the grass, pouring as you walked slowly. The symbol was forming nicely, a large circle with an x etched through it, the symbol of Slenderman, bore by anything he owned. As you closed the symbol, your heart pounded, the next steps coming quickly as you could feel the forest beyond the treeline begin to stir, its curiosity pressing. Setting candles along the salt, you spaced them evenly, lighting them as you went. It wasn’t nearly as perfect as your mother would have done it, but your shaking hands restrained you slightly, giving you little reason to care.

The candles flickered against the night, the warm glow surrounding you as you studied your work, praying desperately that it was good enough. You felt an impatience in the air, quickly cleaning up the rest of your items into the basket before sighing, and closing your eyes tightly. This was the part you dreaded. The part your family was reluctant to tell you when your time eventually came around. You hooked your hands under the hem of your white robe, the thin fabric almost see-through as you tugged it over your head, your bare body flush against the cold air. Your nipples had already perked, your nervousness making you squirm into yourself as you folded your robe neatly and laid it in the basket, turning back to the salt symbol. Breathing deep, your hands shook, goosebumps running all over your body. You took a step in, careful not to disturb the salt as you kneeled in the middle of the x, tucking your feet under yourself and straightening your back, placing your palms flat against the top of your thighs.

The salt was meant to protect you, a barrier that Slenderman couldn’t break. You were supposed to come out willingly, offering yourself to him without force. Was it for trust or some sadistic attempt at manipulation, you didn’t know. But as you breathed deep, you stared into the dark corners of the forest, eyes flicking nervously and watching for any signs of movement that you knew would come. You had only heard of Slenderman’s appearance, never seeing it besides what your family could recount. Terrifying, was the word they all used. It didn’t help as your heart pounded, the thudding echoing in your ears as you prayed he would never come. But it gave you a good time to reflect.

The specific reason why your family was enslaved to this creature was unsure, tracing back generations and lost with time. But like any of Slenderman’s victims, who's to say exactly why he did anything except for his own gain?

As you caught yourself zoned out in thought, you were quickly snapped back when you heard the rustling of leaves yards ahead of you. Your eyes snapped wide, back straightening quickly as your tits perked, your naked body on display amongst the candles and decor. You studied the shadows carefully, watching for any sudden movements, your pulse quick. But finally, slinking from the shadows, the lanky creature emerged. The sheer height of him made your heart sink, his bony limbs long and awkward. If it wasn’t for his movement, he could easily blend in with the tall trees surrounding him, making you suspicious of just how long he had been watching concealed by the dense forest. Your nails gripped into your thighs, teeth gritted as you tried to hold down your tears. His presence is overwhelming and otherworldly, defying the logic and rationality you’ve always relied on. The air around you seems to distort, amplifying the surreal nature of his presence until it feels like you can’t breathe. He was closer now, it barely even seemed like he had walked but more like appeared before you, only a few yards away from the circle protecting you. However, the worst part about the encounter was the lack of a face. It was like someone had pressed a sheet against his face, features protruding against the pale skin but offering no obvious facial structure. It was purely terrifying, this creature far beyond what you could’ve imagined.

His dark suit contrasted against his terrifying appearance, his buttoned coat and tie making you knit your brows, your unease only growing. Slenderman just stared, his vacant eyes absently staring down at you. His faceless visage and elongated limbs exuded an unsettling yet compelling magnetism that you found yourself drawn to, eyes refusing to look away as you studied him. Finally catching yourself, you looked down at your hands quickly, cursing yourself for being so disrespectful. “Slenderman, sir.” You mumbled respectfully, keeping your body at attention even though embarrassment wrecked you internally. “I come, as my kin does, to offer myself to you. To fulfill our obligations to you. And to-”

The speech you had so delicately rehearsed was cut short by a low grumble, the echo of the tall figure’s voice cutting you short.

“I hate to interrupt,” His voice was smooth, every word laced with the undertone of a darker grumble, like two voices were speaking at once, overlapping each other. “But hearing this same dedication every time I meet with one of you becomes rather tiring.” You sat shocked, unsure of what to do next as your careful instructions were quickly skewed. You kept your head down, eyes flicking against the grass as you carefully waited, shaky breaths the only noise between you. You felt so helpless against him, like if you made one wrong move that would be it. The only reason you weren’t screaming and running was the salt circle and the looming fact that if you did run your family would be massacred in minutes.

“Forgive my rudeness.” He coaxed, pressing closer against the circle until you could see his black dress shoes come into the edge of your vision. You dared to look up, your eyes slightly edging up until you were staring at his face again, that odd sense of being drawn in coming over you again. Slenderman tilted his head, vacant expression examining you. “But, you and I both know what we’re here for. There is no need for formalities anymore.” You knitted your brows, embarrassment creeping up your cheeks as you remembered just how bare you were. You gripped your thighs, nervousness running through your every word. “But I thought there was a need for formalities. This being a ritual and all.” You mumbled, eyes roaming the tall figure, his long limbs clamped respectfully behind his back as he chuckled darkly. “All of this,” He motioned towards the salt circle beneath you. “This is only for aesthetics. You understand, to make the scene more appealing for us. Humans have such an odd fascination with beings like me, so to combat your fickle bravery: you created a routine. Something to take your mind off of just how terrifying encountering me may seem.” He explained calmly, his body hauntingly still as he talked, but there was barely a motion of his jaw, like the voice was coming from somewhere inside.

You glanced at the salt circle, your efforts to make it look so nice thrown to the wayside. “So, the salt…” You glanced up, Slender nodding reassuringly. “I cannot penetrate it. Your protection is still guaranteed. However, I quite like it when you silly women step outside your protective ring and offer yourselves so willingly.” He was teasing now, his thin hands reaching around to adjust his suit before kneeling in front of you, his limbs awkwardly contorting to allow him in front of you. “But you are not like the others. I feel a very reluctant air from you. The others were a lot more… eager.” He cocked his head to the side. At this angle, you could clearly see the massive bulge beneath his dress slacks, the sheer size of the thing making your stomach twist. “I don’t find giving myself over to a cryptid demon so… appealing.” You huffed back, trying your best to conceal the dark tint against your cheeks. Slender only chuckled, the dark echo of his voice making your skin crawl. “But oh how fun it would be to show you otherwise.” He purred, tracing his pale claw against the edge of the salt, his actions impatient. You squirmed, nails digging into your thighs.

You straightened up, your bravery low but overruled by your curiosity. “Tell me why. Why the decades of demanding our submission while we cower for the rest? Then, when I am satisfied, I will offer myself. No resistance.” You demanded, eyes hooded as you tried to stifle your fear. Slender stood slowly, clasping his hands behind his back as he contemplated. Until he finally nodded, sighing.

“Alright, little one, I’ll bite.” He cooed, that ominous voice seemingly coming from nowhere but everywhere simultaneously. You settled, brain running a mile a minute as your heart beat heavily in your chest. “When old cryptids and beasts still roamed rampant through the Earth, your family was desperate. It must have been more than eight generations ago now, but they sought me out, begging for my protection against the things that went bump in the night. I obliged, my only demand being an offering. I never specified, but you hormonal humans took it upon yourselves to offer your bodies. For all I cared you could have given me your leftovers, but I was more than satisfied with what I have been given.” His words were thick with this cryptic dialect, his accent unheard of. “No such creatures roam these lands, long hunted out or deceased. But your family continued to show up despite my resignation, paranoia convincing them if they didn’t I in turn would be the monster that preyed on you. But, I’m afraid I have more important things to deal with than any of you.” Finished, he leaned forward, his white face vacant, but you could tell what he wanted.

“Then why do you still co-”

“Ah, ah, ah. I was promised if questions were answered I would get what I came for.” He growled, the calm voice laced with a tone of demand as you scowled. He waited expectantly, his hands tapping quietly behind his back as you stood, the salt on your knees falling as you shook them off. When you looked up, you realized really just how tall he was. You stopped at his waist, your face eye level with the terrifyingly large bulge nudging against the slacks in front of you. He was tall, towering and matching the height of the trees around you. He stepped back, standing straight as he waited for you.

Breathing deep, you took a step, your foot halfway out of the circle as your heart began to race. You could just wait him out, lay here until morning. But you feared his peacefulness would turn to wrath under desperation. Clenching your fists, you stepped completely out, straining your neck to look him in the face. Slender chuckled, his demeanour instantly switching as you felt the air stir, the forest pressing in on you with such an intensity you thought you were hallucinating. It was like he was controlling the trees themselves, making their branches press in and suffocate you. With a hissing, you finally saw the reason for the sudden intensity. Several black groping tentacles shot from his back, their form close to tree branches with their edges and curvature. He seemed to control them as well, the long limbs reaching around his body and whipping at the air, stretches and tears of the odd black liquid molding into new shapes instantaneously.

They encompassed your vision, the tentacles casting shadows across your face as they streaked across the moonlight. They slithered forward, sliding across the grass and in the air to grip onto your body. The tentacles were cool, like slimy tree branches that defied all laws of permeation. They slid around your ankles and up your calves, gripping tightly against your thighs before hooking onto your waist. They gripped your wrists, up your forearms and around your neck, tugging as they wrapped around your tits and waist. Soon you were completely secured, the tentacles curiously studying every inch of your bare skin, goosebumps rising everywhere they touched. It was electrifying, your body stiff under the chilled slime. Slender was quiet, his body just as curious as his tentacles as he relished in the way you squirmed under his touch. “So warm.” He mewled, his hands gripped tightly behind him. You shivered as the tentacles breached past your thighs, the slimy tips sliding against your folds, curiously spreading them open while you flinched. They slid further, pressing between your ass cheeks and making you hiss, the coolness sharp against your asshole.

“Wait-” You whined, your hands straining to push the tentacles off your body but they held your wrists still. They engulfed your tits, the tips wrapping around your nipples and tugging lightly, making you whimper. Slender watched carefully, his face never letting any emotion reveal itself. “Relax, little one. You made this decision. Now let me claim what has been so graciously offered.” He grinned. The tentacles slipped between your folds, your nervousness making you clench your knees together but they held them apart easily. Slipping against your clit, you groaned, your stomach tightening as you stood. Pressing further, they probed against your entrance, tiny little tips tangling with each other to slip inside of you, your warmth contrasting with their chill. You whined, eyes slipping shut as the tentacles pressed further in, stretching you as they squirmed and whipped. You felt incredibly full, your clit throbbing against the intrusion as a single tentacle flicked against the hardened nub.

Slender grunted, his eyes darker as he relished in the way you squirmed, your tiny noises making him strain against his slacks. “Go on, no one can hear you. Be as loud as you please.” You gasped, the tentacles in your cunt tangling together and pressing deep, stretching you wide. They began to pump inside of you, pulling out before pressing in quickly, your mouth falling open. Every inch of your body was covered in the cool slick of the tentacles, every inch sensitive as they glided along you. You felt a tug along your waist, the tentacles securing around you as they began to pull up, lifting your feet off the ground. You panicked slightly, the loss of stability unnerving as you were lifted to meet Slender’s face, your body angled back so he got a clear view of your cunt full of him. You whined, your face flushed and breathy as they trusted quickly, your slick coating the dark limbs beautifully. You found it terrifying how no expression or signs of interest flashed on Slender’s face, only the heavy breathing in his chest telling you how excited he was. Curling, you moaned loudly, throat straining as the tentacles pressed against your warm walls, squelching loudly through the quiet woods.

You couldn’t speak, the air in your lungs restrained as the tentacles gripped your throat, choking you. Some more moved up, pressing against your cheeks and against your lips, nudging their way inside. The tentacles tasted grimy, unlike anything as they slid around your tongue, filling your mouth full of him. You choked, the tips curiously pressing down your throat, quickly following the pace of the tentacles in your throat as they began to thrust down your mouth. It didn’t help when you felt a single tentacle slide across your asshole, forcing its way inside and stretching uncomfortably. You were gasping and gagging, every inch of you overtaken by these slimy things as they pressed against every inch and the entrance of your skin. That’s when you began to hear Slender’s ragged breathing, his chest heaving against his suit as he watched closely, entranced by the whole scene. He felt every slide and movement of the tentacles, relished in every vibration and constriction that your body gave him. He pushed you, seeing what made that beautiful voice stir or what made you flinch. He loved every answer he got.

Your senses were skewed. You forgot what direction you were facing or how high you were off the ground, everything becoming a blur as your body dissolved under his touch. Pleasure was racking your body, your resolve leaving you as Slender’s tentacles broke and pulled at every restraint you tried to use. No matter how hard you wanted to resist, these tentacles were quick to force embarrassing noises from your lips, pressing on all the right places. Squirming, the tentacles slicked against your cunt, pounding up into you at an inhumane pace. You couldn’t concentrate, every inch of your body was violated at his will. You couldn’t hold back anymore, your cunt throbbing against the thick tentacles inside of you as you felt your orgasm crash down. You gasped loudly, mouth full of slimy limbs as you came roughly, walls constricting around him. Your body thrashed, fighting against the restraint as you rode out your high, chest heaving. Your head was light when the tentacles slipped from your sensitive cunt, replacing themselves around your thighs as you were hoisted up higher, your brain too hazy to care.

Your body was angled upright, legs spread wide apart as your clit throbbed, aching from the intensity. Your heavy eyes watched as you were lifted to Slender’s face, your cunt open and raw inches from him. You whined, squirming as the tentacles slipped from your mouth, gasping. The tentacles retreated to your limbs, holding you firmly as Slender’s claws left behind him and reached up, wrapping firmly around your hips, pinching the plush skin. “You have such a pretty face when you cum. I would love to see it again.” He growled, pulling you close to his face. You were confused, wondering what he meant until you heard this sharp tearing sound loud enough to echo through the trees. You tensed, watching fearfully as Slender’s face split where his mouth should have been. It was terrifying. His mock mouth split wide, jagged pieces of skin splitting to reveal a dark interior, his mouth pitch black. Emerging from the dark, a tongue, similar to the shape of one of the tentacles, slipped through the jagged skin, pressing close to your cunt. You squirmed instantly, unsure if you wanted this to happen.

You didn’t have much of a choice as he ran his large, thick tongue through your folds, a groan echoing through him. His tongue was long, black, and inhumane. It pressed through your entrance, the warmth a nice contrast to the coolness of his tentacles that still slid against your skin. His claws gripped tight, holding your cunt flush against his mouth as he slowly lapped you up. He moaned at the taste, pressing against your velvety walls until he heard those wonderful gasps again. “Delicious.” He grumbled against your cunt, tongue curling and filling you as he relished the sweet taste of your orgasm. It was all too much, your body squirming against the sensitivity until you were gasping for air. He was so skilful with his tongue, lapping at every inch of your inside until you felt your orgasm rocking you again, your eyes rolling as you cried your pleasure. It was all too fast, his touch too addicting as you stared at his blank face, pleasure struck across his knitted brows.

“God… Fucking human.” The words sounded so vulgar following how polite he’s been. It caught you off guard. But you had little time to think as his tentacles were tugging you down quickly, laying you flat as they positioned your legs to spread around his hips, hips straining as the tentacles pulled. You whined, watching carefully as Slender unzipped his slacks and freed the bulge that had been haunting you from the moment you saw it. To say it was huge was probably an understatement. The thick length was easily larger than your forearm, not even two hands would be enough to hold the thing. You began to struggle against the tentacles, panic overtaking you as his cock twitched with excitement. “There's no way in hell that thing’s fitting inside of me! It’ll rip me in half!” You squealed, feet planted against his legs to hold yourself away from him.

Slender’s claws wrapped around your thighs, scraping the skin lightly as he tugged you towards him, his cockhead laying against your cunt. You cringed, fear riding up your spine. “I’ve never gotten this far with the others. Their voices and bodies were too annoying. But you intrigue me, little one. I’ll make it fit.”

You tried to close your legs, but Slender was already wrapping his claws around your hips, his claws easily overlapping as he nudged his hips between your legs and held you open for him. You were breathing fast, heart pounding as you watched the head of his cock line up with your entrance, the head alone the size of your entrance. He dug his claws in, pinching your skin as he began to press against you, nudging his cock into you. The stretch was rattling, the sharp sting making you cry out as the head of his cock barely pressed inside, your entrance begging for relief. Your hands reached down, gripping his claws tightly as tears spilt down your cheeks, your babbles echoing loudly. The tentacles slid across your skin soothingly, pinching at your nipples and rubbing at your cheeks the further he tried to press. “Ple- Please- Oh, God, please-” You cried, your stomach tightening as his head popped past your tight entrance, your walls constricting against the intrusion, “Breathe, little one. You’re doing wonderfully.” He groaned, hips stuttering lightly as he nudged his head in and out of you. You were whining, breath catching every time he pushed back into you.

He couldn’t go further than the tip, but Slender didn’t seem to mind as he shallowly fucked you onto his cockhead. You were whining, back arched and hips grinding as the sting and stretch of his head slowly turned to painful pleasure. The nudge of his cockhead against your walls made you moan loudly, tentacles sliding down to tug at your clit as he fucked you onto him. You could tell he wanted more, his slimy tongue hanging from his mock mouth and lolling with every thrust. His desperation showed as he breathed heavily, gasps ragged as he held himself back. Even though your mind screamed that you couldn’t handle any more, you gasped, gripping your hands against his thin forearms. “Deeper…” You whined, staring up at him through heavy eyes and flushed cheeks, jaw slack.

Slender’s body lit up, his claws gripping tighter as he groaned, brows knitting. He was reluctant, his movements nervous until his desperation overtook him, his shoulders crouching low to press his face close to yours. “Hold on tight, little one.” He hissed, your hands slinking around the back of his pale head as you gripped the collar of his suit. He breathed your scent in deep, tongue pressing from his mouth to slink against your neck, relishing in the taste of your sweat. You groaned as the tongue pressed against your cheeks, sliding across your lips before pressing inside. You sucked on his tongue, the long warmth pressing against your throat as Slender began to press your hips down further. It felt like you were tearing, the incredible sting making your eyes clamp shut, Slender’s tongue quick to distract you. His tentacles moved rapidly across your skin, pinching and pulling against every available sensitive service to help relax you. Slender’s cock pressed barely deeper, not even halfway inside of you, but it was all you could take.

You clawed at his shoulders as tears spilt to your cheeks, the fullness obstructing your breathing. Slender was moaning deeply, his ominous voice ringing across the trees as he began to thrust your body down onto his cock. You were both sporadic, hands and tentacles gripping onto every available surface as you stretched impossibly wide. You couldn’t believe the feeling, both painful, but so wonderfully pleasurable. You were so sensitive, so overwhelmed, but oh so full. It was nothing like you had ever experienced.

Slender was holding you tight, pressing your hips down roughly and pulling up quickly, just to nudge you down again. He was careful to read every signal your body gave. Every hiss of pain or sigh of pleasure, he was sure to adjust for you. “Sir- So full-” You groaned against his mouth, tongue slipping to glide against your neck. He groaned deeply, teeth gritted and brows knitted. “So good, little one. So good.” His tentacles flicked against your clit, tugging until you couldn’t take it anymore.

You couldn’t breathe as you felt your orgasm rush over you, hips jerking down against his cock until you were too tight to move. Slender still tried to thrust you down, but your walls constricted and kept him in place. You cried out, clawing against the back of his neck as he slammed his mouth back against yours, tongue invading your throat before you could catch your breath. Slender was quick to follow, warm seed shooting up inside of you in thick stripes as he groaned. His claws dug in deep, blood pooling around his pale skin until it was dripping down your legs. His tentacles lapped it up, pressing the thick liquid across your skin.

When Slender’s heaving chest finally settled, he took a deep breath, slipping his claws under your arms. “Hold still, little one.” He hissed, pulling you off his cock slowly as you whined, the sharp sting stretching your sensitive cunt. You couldn’t focus when he finally popped out of you, thick black liquid leaking from your ruined hole. His cum was hot, a thick black liquid that bubbled and gooped against your folds. You whined, emptiness making your cunt throb as your head pounded. Slender sat on the forest floor, laying down on his back as he pulled you with him, laying you down on his chest as you both settled. Your limbs were weak, eyes heavy with exhaustion as Slender’s tentacles ran soothingly across your back.

When you finally caught your breath, you braced your hands on his chest, leaning up to stare him in the face. His pale skin had fixed itself, with no sign of the mock mouth that tore across his flesh. The blank slate was all that was left. “I release you… Of your duties. There’s no need for you to come here anymore.” You sighed, resting your head against your hands. Slender reached forward, tangling his claws with your matted hair, sliding his fingers through the long strands. “But what if I want to come here? More often than just once a decade, that is.” He huffed, sliding his claws against your cheek. You sat stunned, glancing at his expression and searching for any tricks. “But why..?”

“I guess now I’ve found a more enticing reason.” He grinned, pinching your cheek. He blushed, turning away. You traced along his chest, the fabric of his suit soft under your touch. “You’re still released from protecting us. No need to give you more work than necessary. I suppose you won’t be requiring the ritual anymore?” You smiled, resting your chin against your hand. Slender chuckled, rubbing up your sides. “Only if you would like to reminisce, little one…” He growled, holding you tight.

In reality, you never imagined the monster that haunted your family to become humane to you. You also never expected to meet with him weekly, in the same clearing, exploring each other and relieving the urges only the two of you could satisfy.

Maybe it was a slap in the face to your kin, but as Slender held you close for another week, all you could think of was him.

He may have been a curse, but he was yours to bear.

This was an anonymous request!

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