#Sigh...it's that time again where the brain worms are getting frisky

[snail-day]

Thinking about cult leader geto and poor non sorcerer captive that he keeps for entertainment :(

warnings: Monster toys, cult leader geto, somewhat captive reader, dubcon, petname: pup. Unedited/brain dump. Off to horny jail after this one.

He can't be caught fucking some nonsorcerer monkey so he goes to other methods.

Currently, has you faced down on the bed, hips raised high with his arm wrapped around securely around your waist to keep you steady and prevent any attempts from squirming away.

Leaning in, his voice sharp with condescension coated with sweet honey, he sneers softly into your ear, "You're doing exactly what you were made for. Just breathe and obey, yeah? Serving your leader, your god—is all you're good for."

As he dips a thick, fat dildo passed your sodden folds and deep into your poor cunt. Geto would never dirty himself with your pussy so he has to use other methods to see the way your eyes roll back before closing shut. The way your soft lips part with heavy breaths and moans as he inches the toy into your poor pussy that has been played with for way too long today.

Suguru isn't exactly nice with his playthings, don't ya know? :)

He honestly can't tell if he likes this toy, thick and girthy with a knot at the end that he's certain won't fit tonight. Or if he enjoyed the one earlier that had soft barbs poking out. Both of them left you a drooling mess, muttering sweet thank yous to him as you sucked his fingers clean. Hell, you'd even suck the toys clean when he was done. Looking up at him all blissed out and dumb, begging to be his little bitch. Pathetic truly.

However, he still enjoyed it. Pushing you past your limits.

Suguru is as slow and methodical about it. Cooing softly about how good you're being, about how this is your purpose, serving him.

"Such a good girl" A velvet purr slips from his lips as his grip tightens around your waist. As he begins to pick up speed. Those sweet wet sounds filling the temple walls. "Mind telling me what that feels like? Use your words, c'mon. Don't make me ask twice."

You could only babble out something, unsure what words could even form at this point. This is the third...no, fourth toy, he's tested this evening. Thankful it wasn't a vibrating one this time. You were surely dehydrated by this point from how much you've came the last few hours. You could feel the toy reaching past your breaking point before he began to press sweet kisses on the nape of your neck.

"Ah...squeezing too tight, it keeps wanting to slip out. That's no good" he hummed softly, voice tinged with disappointment. As he tries to press the think, girthy toy deep inside again, only for your walls to tighten around the intrusion. Forcing the toy out once again.

"Didn't know you could be such a bad pup," he drawls as his grip tightens along your waist, anchoring you to him. "Pushing it out like that? Guess I'll have to punish you again," a wicked smirk forming on his lips as his voice lightens to something more teasing "Youre making me think you like this sort of thing, naughty little pup. Is that it? Hm?"

You whine as you feel him drag the toy out of your cunt, a string of your juices attached as he gently sets it on the bed. Your gaze settles on the shaft, nine inches with a huge knot that couldn't get passed your folds. The toy he's been working on your cunt for the past hour. The tool that was the thing stretching your walls, making your mind all fuzzy. You couldn't think straight, fucked too dumb to even witness the way your master's robes are falling to the floor and an angry pink dripping tip is pressed along the slit of your abused leaking pussy that was gaping, in search of something to ache that feeling in your core.

"I guess we all fall for filth at some point," he mutters softly to himself, the words dripping with disdain. His grip tightens as his dark eyes flick down to meet yours, cold and unrelenting. Leaning in closer, his voice drops to a chilling whisper, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips.

"Tell anyone, or even think about making a move, and your family is dead. Got it, sweetheart?" The mock endearment twists like a knife, his tone sickeningly sweet yet utterly devoid of mercy. As his hips meet yours, causing you to see stars as he bottoms out, drool staining the bedsheets as his cock fills you whole.

Guess you'll just have to be a good little pup, don't you? :(