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godswood-girl · 4 months
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i commissioned the amazing @murmel-malt to draw cassana baratheon's coronation portrait from my upcoming asoiaf oc fic: break you down with a fury
i'm so incredibly pleased and impressed with how she turned out. both her and her outift are absolutely gorgeous. i adore this so much.
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scarredlove · 4 months
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@justfangirlstuffs
Please I have a mighty need
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iamjucie · 23 days
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Pet (18+) pt. 4 of 4
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Ascended Astarion x f!reader
Chapter Four: Pink
I suggest reading the first three of the series before this, there is a bit of a plot in the porn. Just a little.
Summary: Master Astarion takes away your hurt and allows you to enjoy the sweet nothing of enthrallment.
WARNINGS: Smut, Extremely dubious consent, Mind control/manipulation, Orgasm control, Abusive relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Physical Abuse
I do not say this lightly- Astarion is evil in this. This is an extremely toxic relationship. You have been warned!
(AO3 Link)
When he goes to lift your hips from him, you flinch and groan. So overwhelmed with sensitivity from both of your earth shattering orgasms.
He notices this and tuts, “Darling, I do expect you know I am not finished with you yet. Are you feeling…” he moves his hand down, pushing two fingers inside and allowing his wrist to graze your clit, drawing a scream from your lips. “...Sensitive?”
“Y-yes master I- Ah” he begins to massage inside you while you talk to him. He loves to see you struggle. “I-I don't think I can manage any more master… I-It- it hurts.”
“My poor child,” he coos while still massaging winces and hisses from your lips. “What are we meant to do about that, hm?”
You are struggling to think through the assault on your senses, rendering your brain struggling to focus on anything the pain he is bringing onto you “I-I don’t know…” you stutter pathetically, “C-can you make it stop hurting? Maybe I- You- M-Make it feel good.”
Astarion stops in his conquest to destroy your senses and places a hand on his cheek, feigning surprise. “Darling, are you asking me to compel you to enjoy it?”
“Y-yes. No, I-I don’t know. I only want to make you feel good, that is my purpose. Would that be bad? ” you inquired, genuinely confused.
“Absolutely not my dearest!” he chuckles as he reaches to caress your cheeks, as if you were a child embarrassed that she said something wrong. “I would be happy to oblige.”
You settle yourself into position ready for your master to take the wheel. Gods, you loved when he did this. You love having him in your mind, controlling your every move, your every reaction. When thinking is all you ever do, it’s blissful to not have a thought in your head.
The feeling of him entering your mind is akin to laying in a fresh set of silk sheets. Fog drapes over your thoughts and everything seems far away. Wrapping your brain in a warm, silky coating. You are no longer in your body, you are elsewhere. Here, everything is quiet.
Everything except him, and he is all that matters.
“Okay, Pet.” you hear his voice ring in your mind amidst the fog. You tilt your head inquisitively, awaiting your command. You can’t wait, you are so very eager to serve. “All I want you to do is feel good for me. Can you do that? Nod if you can do that.”
You nod. 
The fog suddenly lifts slightly and you are back in your body with Astarion. Everything has a slight tint of pink to it, but that’s ok. Pink is a very good color. It makes you feel very good.
“Sigh, Look at what has become of you dear.” he reaches his hand to caress your cheek. “So utterly pathetic.”
You smile at him, the fog makes words jumble in your mind but you can hear your master’s voice. Master’s voice is so beautiful. You reach your hand to grip his on your face, nuzzling your face into it. It makes you feel very good.
He flips you onto your back, your giddiness is palpable. You giggle as he caresses you. Everything tickles a little, it feels good.
“Gods, you’re giggling like a gods-damned child.” he scoffs, “You’re a shell of the powerful woman you once were. Do you know why, love?”
You don’t quite understand what he’s saying to you but you get the impression he is expecting a response. You tilt your head with an inquisitive expression, replaying what he said to try to understand. All you can do is think about how good his voice makes you feel.
A more prominent voice comes into your mind. He has a command for you.
“Say, ‘Why, Master?’ for me, love” it echoes in your brain until it is fulfilled.
“Why, master?” you say with no thought or intention behind it. You look at him with the deepest form of affection known to man; enthrallment.
He grabs you and pulls your ear to his lips. “Because I took it from you.” he hisses, hand moving down to your clit to massage it. “I stole your strength, your talent, your mind from you.” he smiles at you.
He’s so pretty when he smiles.
“You put up quite the fight for a bit but in the end, I won. I always do.”
His fingering in your cunt gets more aggressive, he loves making you feel good. He feels so good inside you, and his voice is like music in your clouded mind.
“I beat you, fucked you, isolated you until you were exactly the way I want you.” He scoffs, “Proof that my power is strong enough to turn the strongest heroes into whores that only exist to be my cumslut. The hero of Baldur’s Gate, locked in a bedroom in my palace for me to fuck when I please.”
He starts to laugh, he must have told a joke. Master is so funny. You laugh along with him.
He lifts your hips onto his cock once more. You feel a rush of pleasure drawing a languid moan from your lips. This is what hurt before? No no- it must have been something else that was hurting. This- this is too profound to hurt.
You start to bounce on his cock, pulling him in and out fully the way your body knows he likes. It feels so good. 
“You’re a fucking idiot do you know that?” he through pants as he ferociously fucks you. “Thinking you would ever be my ‘Dark Consort’, thinking I would let you in on the glory? Please.”
His voice sounds like a symphony.
“I knew from the moment I met you, you were just a desperate, stupid slut. Just needed some coaxing out by my hand.” he continues, “Say you’re nothing but a desperate slut and nothing without me inside you.”
Again, you have the feeling he is expecting a response from you but you don’t quite know what to say. You feel so good wrapped around his cock. Everything is so perfect. 
He slaps you across the face and puts his hand around your neck. 
The heat of the hit goes straight to your cunt. Waves of pleasure rush over your mind. It feels. So. Damn. Good. You’re on the cusp of the biggest orgasm of your undead life. 
He enters your mind with a command, “I said, say you’re nothing but a desperate slut and nothing without me inside you.”
“Ah- I-I’m a desperate slut!” you try to use your voice between moans, “a-and I’m n-nothing without you i-inside me-e!”
You don’t even know what you’re saying, you’re so fucking close. 
“Gods…“ Astarion is on the edge of coming inside you. “Fucking-“
He enters your mind. “Come when I say. I need to feel you clench around my cock as I have you spilling with me.”
“Three…”
Your body starts to prepare for the hit of chemicals your brain is about to receive.
“Two…”
You’re so fucking close, you’re under his thumb. He just needs to lift it ever so slightly and you’re riding this wave together. 
“One. Come for me”
Your body obeys. Your scream could easily be mistaken for him killing you if this routine wasn’t so practiced. You convulse and clench around his member inside of you, milking his spend for all you can. You lay in a pleasurable bliss. A numbness like no other, with your master’s spend leaking from your cunt. Fucked beyond measure. 
***
The pink fog of your vision lifts for the most part. The fog is still clouding your thoughts, it usually does until master is gone for a long while.  
After a brief respite, Astarion begins to put his clothes back on. Gazing at his reflection to ensure there’s no imperfections in his appearance. 
He turns on his heels to face you and clasps his hands together. “Well my love, I’m afraid I need to head out.” he explained with an exaggerated frown. “I have a very very important meeting out of town I need to attend.”
“Again? But you just came back from a trip…” you pout. 
“Darling,” his eyes glow slightly in your gaze, “that was 2 weeks ago!”
You scrunch your face. Has it been that long? You concentrate on remembering the past two weeks. 
He places a hand on your forehead to check for a fever. “Are you feeling unwell?”
Think… Oh! How could you have forgotten? You helped to decide the warpath of where to expand the empire you two have built. Yes, yes. How could you forget? Time does fly when you have fun.
You lay naked on the bed, watching as your master makes his way to leave your shared chambers to go on yet another important trip. You love that your master is such an important man, that is what he always wanted and what he deserves. But, selfishly, you hate that he always needs to go away. Oh well. You should be grateful you had such an eventful two weeks with him. 
He knocks 3 times on the chamber door with no handles. Did that always have no door knob? You can’t bring yourself to recall, your mind and body spent beyond their limit. 
Master’s assistant- whose name is lost on you- opens the door for him. As he is beginning to make his way out the door, you call out to him.
“Wait master!”
He turns to you. “Hm? Yes, pet?”
“Where is your business trip located? I forgot to ask, I like to know so I can imagine us going there together one day.”
He tilts his head in endearment and smiles at you.
“Neverwinter, my lovely. I must be going, the carriage is waiting. Now, you know the routine by now? Think of me while I’m gone.”
The images he wants you to imagine flow into your mind like a tidal wave. You hear him in your mind telling you not to touch yourself and that you can’t climax without permission. 
“Of course, master. I will behave myself”
“Good girl. I will see you before you know it, my pet”
“I love you, master”
“Yes, I know. And I you.” he says as the door is shut
***
“Sire, just to ensure I’m not mistaken,”  Astarion’s assistant asks shortly after the door to the vault is locked shut as she walks beside him down the hall, “your soonest business meeting is six months from now? In Waterdeep?” 
“You would be correct. If you need me, I’ll be in my office.”
“Of course, sire.”
***
You are sitting in the lavish master chamber of the ornate palace you call home. Gazing into your reflection in the vanity mirror combing your unnaturally long black hair, getting lost in thought. It’s really all there is to do when Master Astarion is away on extended business trips like this.
It does help, too, that before he left he told you to think of him while he was gone. It was a command. So you obey. And you think.
The End
I hope you enjoyed my very first time writing fanfiction!! If you like my style and have any ideas or suggestions, let me know! This was so much fun to write and I can't wait to write more!
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swag696942069 · 4 months
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I don't know about anyone else. But I think we need more mommy/daddy issues in this fandom.
Give Lily Evans mommy issues this instant!
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piratespencil · 20 days
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Fluid as the Ocean - Chapter 2
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: Teen & Up
Relationships: Nami/Sanji, Zoro/Sanji, Ivankov & Sanji
Nami swirls her glass, her gaze casually scanning the shady bar. All of Sabaody seems a bit shady now, definitely worse than it was two years ago, before the Marines moved their base to the New World. There’s a woman sitting at a table nearby, with her back to Nami. She has long blonde curls that spill over her shoulders and down her back, and a form-fitting black dress that hugs her curves. Though Nami can’t see her face, she can see the cigarette smouldering in an ashtray on the woman’s table, and the glass of deep red wine that she’s sipping from. Dark lipstick stains the edge of the glass.
Read it on AO3
(Chapter two of my genderfluid Sanji fic, with a little bit of Sanami and a little bit of Zosan. 😘)
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sourtomatola · 10 months
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Guess who's going back into the
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This time Stalker's going to the "Enthralling you enthralling me" Universe!!
Similar to the original, but Stalker heard of the Haunted house from the pompus rich kids their parents force them to interact with
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They mostly agree cause it sounded fun, as well as an excuse to express how they don't like them XD Imagine the delight when in this spooky and somewhat boring house, they find it occupied
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But of course, the boy's have a schedule to keep and know they can't keep a human around, so they do their thing and brain squiggle stalker. Much to stalker's dismay.
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But of course, stalker has money and resources to find what they need to negate the spell
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Of course they grow closer, which causes the attention of a certain family member.
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I can honestly seen Stalker becoming much quicker friends with Eclipse once they are enthralled
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Go read Enthralling you enthralling me by @justfangirlstuffs
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mcworm · 1 year
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Fanfic Fanart Sunday Friday, for Apophenia by @lavenderr-juniperr ! 
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porterprophet · 11 months
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As Bells Hells trek into the foreboding forest haunted by souls who died and cannot pass on or escape…
I want Imogen to hear music in the Savalirwood.
I want her to hear music, in the dark and creepy woods, that only she can hear and I want her to think it’s Laudna and get lured away like that shit her mom pulled in a dream.
I want her to ignore danger and death and be overcome with her longing and desperation and follow the music like some pied piper calling her and I want her to crack when she realises Laudna isn’t fucking there.
Give me creepy folktales in the woods, Mercer! Give me nightmare fairytale!
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carefulfears · 10 months
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I saw you said you’ve been reading s7 fics the past two days and was wondering if you had any recs? Thank you!
yess babes
now, these are all from kittenscully, but i’ll link some favs
impressions (post-all things hurt/comfort): anything i could share about this one would spoil the build-up, but it has stuck in my brain. i know we all have conflicting opinions on all things, and this story both merges and disregards them all, in favor of a more vulnerable resolution.
sunday (S.O.S.S. fluff): read this one last night and it was cuteee
again, and again, and again (S.O.S.S. porn with feelings): a one-shot nearly 7,000 words and every one meticulous and delicious
halfway and focus (S.O.S.S. porn without plot): i know what y'all want to see!! office sex.
blue mischief (S.O.S.S. fluff and smut): shower sex.
some slightly kinkyyy ones: sub scully, sub mulder (both light). this writer does a very intricate job exploring the ways that dominance doesn't come easily to either of them, and the underlying internal emotional side.
enjoy!
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justfangirlstuffs · 10 months
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Another juicy crumb for the next chapter of Enthralling you, Enthralling Me. Thank y'all so much for your patience! TT^TT
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skitskatdacat63 · 3 months
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hiii! here's a question for you: what's the story of how you got into F1?
Helloooo, so it's honestly pretty silly. So in my prev fandom, this author I really like(hello if you see this, you know who you are djfkkf) wrote an f1 au oneshog. And I read it once and was like huh interesting, cause I never had really heard of f1 before, and had to look up some terms bcs I was so ???? at everything(my Google search history: what does p1 in f1 mean? What is drs? What is a team principal? etc etc)
But I couldn't stop thinking about it, and I read it again, and again. And then I looked on the author's tumblr blog and saw he had answered some asks abt f1, like explaining the dynamic involved in the oneshot he wrote, and recommending how to get into it. So next step: watch a bit of DTS. And I definitely thought it was interesting, but I think I only watched 3 or so episodes. But hey! There was a race that very weekend, and I wanted to watch the actual sport and boom there we go, total landslide into my life being taken over.
F1 is such an interesting fandom to get into bcs the amount of info you have to learn. And it's really difficult at the beginning with all these things, concepts and people you've never heard of. So it was very fun to experience that over the course of a few races, like every weekend I came into it with more passion and knowledge! There's some word I'm thinking of that I can't remember aahhhh, but yeah basically its crazy the amnt of info you need to learn before you feel comfortable and at least somewhat knowledgeable.
Also one other funny thing, I think I may have talked abt this before. My brother is such a car guy, so back when I first got in, I really wanted to ask him if he liked f1. And so we're talking on the phone, and completely unprompted he's like "Ugh it sucks that I was abroad when the US GP happened"(he lives in Austin.) And I'm like OH SO YOU LIKE F1!? And now we're a lot closer than we were before that, bcs of f1 :)
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Heracles is really good at making hot chocolate or whatever the equivalent of hot chocolate is in the City
I don't know what your justification is but I'm here for it. I love Heracles people should write more fic about him
-mod andy
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arquiving · 6 months
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ROSE EMOJI ROSE EMOJI
Two roses gets 2 sentences and I KNOW what you want me to share! I do. I just cannot pick, I love our AU so much,
>>> Maverick, Maverick and Darkstar, Maverick and the flaming wreck of Darkstar that he seesfeels as he's shot from it, drenched, not even the viscous layer of Seele conductant enough to put the fire out.
and
>>> Maverick reaches out with a twinned groan – one human, vocal; the other the whir of machinery, arms outstretched.
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weirddancer14 · 6 days
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14 and 16 for the Danganronpa ask game?
14: NOTP is Kazuichi x Sonia. The guy treats her too creepily
16. My murder plan is one I'm very proud of. It has the potential to kill me, but that risk is necessary. It had to be so unsolvable that I may not even realize I'm the culprit right away. In fact I may never kill anyone. Or the killing happens after I die.
I find a scent less and tasteless poison. I add it to a random spice in the kitchen and then I walk away. The spice cant be one that is commonly used. It shouldnt be salt, pepper or sugar. It should be one of the more 'add to your taste' spices like cayenne or oregano. I destroy any evidence I was in the kitchen. Hide/destroy the poison and just go about my day. I will never know if the poison is used for the meal I'm about to eat. If I'm cooking use recipes that don't need that spice. So I wait I wait until ding-dong-bing-bong a body has been discovered in the kitchen. Or maybe someone made a big bowl of chili for us all and someone dies at dinner in front of us all. The point is this plan can be a game of Russian roulette
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luthienne · 2 years
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a weary, broken man punching people & getting beaten up in hallways & bleeding all over the floor am i describing daredevil or kenobi
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chanshoesunite · 1 year
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24 Day of CHRISMAS: Day 15
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Content info: succubus!reader x virgin!chan, basically they’re just hooking up
Word count: 1269
Warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids), swearing
It might have felt awkward, sitting on the bed next to a succubus, but all of Chan’s awkwardness is suddenly fading away, likely thanks to some magic. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Chan,” the demon says. “I can see all of your desires. You don’t have to be tough. We can make this as slow and sweet as you would like.”
He rakes his gaze across the woman’s body. “Can I touch you, YNnie?” he asks roughly, and an appreciative, almost shy smile appears on the succubus’ face. “Absolutely,” she confirms, and Chan lifts his slightly shaking hand to stroke up her side, feeling the soft material and the warm body underneath it. “You’re so warm,” he says, feeling stupid the second he does, ready to pull his hand away, but the demon grabs it and holds it lightly so that Chan could pull away if he wanted to. He doesn’t. Feeling her soft skin is intoxicating.
She leans in. “I’ll feel even warmer once you’re inside me,” she whispers, and Chan’s already noticeable boner grows a little harder still. He closes his eyes, trying to get a grip on himself – he doesn’t want to come in his pants like the virgin he is. He opens his eyes and finds her face centimetres from his. “What are you waiting for, Channie?” she continues softly. “Take what you want. Think of your own desires for once, not everyone else’s.” That hits home. Chan usually tries to be a good hyung, a good employee, a good son. But she’s right. This is about him and what he wants.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he announces hoarsely, and he can see her eyes widen with delight before he captures her lips with his.
The succubus practically melts into him, opening her sweet lips for him, and his tongue slips into her mouth. They both groan as their tongues touch, and the lust in Chan’s stomach burns hotter as he tips them both over and he falls on top of the woman, back onto his bed. Her ankles immediately cross behind the small of his back, and the succubus keens as he slides his hand along her naked thigh, below her negligee, across her stomach and up to her breast. He grabs it, weighs it in his hand, starts thumbing the nipple, all the while devouring her mouth and coaxing the sweetest little sounds of pleasure from her.
“Fuck,” she pants after breaking the kiss, “who knew you’d actually know how to touch me properly?”
Chan grins, his shyness temporarily disappeared. “You’re so responsive, baby girl,” he purrs, “I just figured I’d go by the noises you make.”
“Good boy,” she sighs, a sound that goes straight to his cock, before gasping again as Chan lowers his mouth to her other nipple, using his tongue to lick it until it is stiffens.
He sneaks a hand between her legs, and even though he’s never done it before, he doesn’t feel self-conscious. “God, you’re so wet,” he moans, running a finger between her folds as he continues to lick her nipple.
She chuckles. “It’s all you, baby boy,” she praises. “All because of you. You’re making me feel so good.” Chan blushes, happy to be told he’s doing well. “I really want to feel you,” he says, “but isn’t this too fast?”
The succubus grabs the hem of Chan’s shirt, getting him to stop his ministrations so she can pull the shirt off him. As she runs her hands across his chest, his arms, his strong shoulders, Chan shudders at the deliciously soft touches. “I am ready,” she explains, “and it doesn’t have to be over after you’ve come inside me, Channie.”
He groans and closes his eyes. “Don’t say that,” he whispers, biting his lips. “How am I going to last if you talk like that?”
She grins at him as she cups his erection with her small hand, making him shiver. “I can make you hard again later, you know. Magically or with my mouth. You can also eat my pussy later if that is something you’re into. We have all night, Chan, we can fuck as much as you want.” She reaches down and pulls her nightgown off, so that the only piece of clothing between the two of them are now Chan’s gym shorts. The succubus spreads her legs and Chan can see her glistening pussy, awaiting him. “I’m ready if you are,” she says, the invitation complete.
Chan takes a deep breath before discarding his shorts. The demon looks at him. “You’re so big,” she breathes, causing goosebumps to cover his arms and back. “You’re gonna stretch me out so well.”
Positioning himself over her and between her thighs, Chan grabs his hard cock. “Could you-“ He can’t even finish asking because her hand joins his, helping him position himself right. Chan wants to moan at her touch, but then his tip is in between her wet folds, and he’s pushing into her, so tight, so warm, so incredibly slick with her own juices. The pressure around his cock is incredible, better than he could have imagined, and he’s chasing the feeling, pushing deeper and deeper into her and into her until he’s firmly inside.
A moan escapes both of them as they look at each other. Chan shivers, not wanting to come too soon. “You can move,” the succubus confirms. “Fuck me, Chan.”
Biting his lip, Chan pulls out just a tiny bit before slamming back in, causing the succubus to moan again. “Harder,” she breathes. “Don’t hold back, Chan. Please?” The please does it, and he’s moving again, creating a harsh rhythm, pushing into her deliciously wet cunt again and again. His partner is thrashing, keening, telling him he’s a good boy, he’s fucking her just right, he’s doing so well. She says all the right things without (or rather absolutely) knowing he wants to hear them, and even though he’s trying to make it good for her as well, he knows that this fuck is for him, for getting his dick wet for the first time, and he fucks her harder, deeper, chasing his pleasure. As he does, her moans become louder, too, and he remembers that the more turned on he is, the better it is for the succubus, and so he rails her cunt, making the headboard bump against the table.
“You’re almost there, baby boy,” she whines, “come on, give me your come!” He rams it in once, twice, three times, and then comes with a drawn-out moan that he tries to muffle by biting her shoulder. Her muffled groans mirror his as he comes down from his high, panting heavily.
He feels himself soften, so he pulls out and settles next to his succubus lover, draping a blanket over them both. “Thank you,” she says, smiling up at him. “You know, that was one of the most enjoyable deflowerings I’ve ever had. I can’t wait for round two.” Her hand strokes slowly across his abdomen and he can’t help but draw in a sharp breath. Almost as if in revenge, he puts his hand on her breast, stroking her nipple again. “What are my roommates thinking about what’s happening in here?” he wonders aloud. “I’m sure they can hear us.”
The demon shrugs. “They will wake up tomorrow thinking you’ve all been out clubbing, and you’ve taken someone home. They’ll have a headache, so they’ll think they’ve had too much to drink. And most importantly,” she adds, rolling on top of him, “they won’t disturb us all night long.”
~Day 16~
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