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Lesson in Silence (Vicrul X Reader)

Lesson 6

Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: Dirty talk. lots and lots of dirty talk. Spanking. Pain play. Very slight edging. Praise kink. suggestive language and themes, humiliation, degradation, creampie, cum play. Probably something that I missed.

Author note: SMUT IS FINALLY HERE. Minors do not interact, this isn't for you. Thx.

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AO3 Link: Lesson 6

Prev Ch: Lesson 5

Recap: There was no telling how long you would have stayed in that trance-like state if it wasn't for the solid weight against your shoulder and the sound of your name ripping you back into reality. A yelp left you as you dropped your tools and spun on the intruder with a high-pitched, "Holy fucking stars!"

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Fero took a step back with raised hands, "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! It's just me." Raising a hand against your chest he continued apologetically, "Didn't mean to startle you." He raised a hand to the back of his head, "I knocked and called your name a few times." Heart racing in your chest, but less from anything Fero did and just everything…especially…the image of Vicrul's face floated into your mind's eye.

Nothing made sense. None of it. Vicrul had said…you must have misunderstood...You couldn't have a bond with him…could you? That was…was that even a thing? The force connecting people? Beyond the normal conscious effort to read someone anyways. He definitely wasn't talking about a marriage bond– that concept was even more laughable and hadn't been what your gut said he meant.

A force connection…you'd never considered it a possibility. If it wasn't pertinent, your master would have likely deemed it not worthy to share. You hadn't had a bond with her, at least any that you'd felt, and she was the only other living force user you'd spent any significant time around. The phantom masters you saw would answer your questions if asked. How would you ask about something you didn't know existed?

It seemed an odd concept, but then again if you could connect to the force, he could connect, both could sense things in that aural lexicon…it didn't seem such a stretch. But you and Vicrul? The thought made you light-headed.

He definitely had a magnetic pull in your mind. The moment you heard his voice, it prickled your brain in all the right ways. Had it already started? Was this the inklings of a bond? Did it come all at once or gradually? Was that why? Why you ignored every fucking instinct you had just to push back at him?

Fero waved a hand in front of your face. Blinking rapidly you gave him a placating smile, "Sorry, I was…zoned out." Flicking your gaze up to meet his with a small laugh, "Still am." Fero chuckled and shook his head, "All good. We all know how you get when modding things." It wasn't a good habit– being your stress relief, modding had a way of making you zone out. At least in this case that known fact provided a good excuse as to why you were so out of it.

Looking back at the sniper that might as well have been the equivalent of a force bomb as far as you were concerned. It was changed, didn't look like it had a moment ago.

Well, if Fero was here, it was more likely a few hours ago.

Parts strewn about the table– tools, wiring, screws– revealed an attachment added that hadn't been there before. It wouldn't be the first time you'd been sucked into a vision but kept working. It was odd, disorienting more than anything else, but not anything that hadn't happened before.

Fero followed your gaze and whistled as he checked the gun over himself, "Damn. Whoever owns this has to be a real badass." He turned back to you, "Any idea who?" Shaking your head in the negative, no need to share the information you knew, "Not a clue." He shrugged, dropping the question, smart choice. The less he knew about the customers of your unofficial mod operation, the better for everyone.

"What'd you do?" You hesitated, what had you done? Looking at it didn't reveal much, the new attachment located near the trigger, a small addition to the casing that in the center had a nondescript button. The shooter could lift their trigger finger to press it before a shot…but what did it do?

The force took pity on you because your mind arrived at the answer like you'd been an active participant in its creation. It was an easy thing to drown in the force, after all, you'd just been crushed beneath its waves, but at least it'd given you this small lifeline. "Disabling shot. Should work similar to an EMP."

You started to clean up a few of the cord stripping laying on the bench as you rattled off, "The shot doesn't have to connect either. Any unshielded electronics in a small radius will be scrambled for a while. Won't short out completely though– just make it faulty." You pulled an unsure face, "Probably."

Fero gave you a questioning look, "Probably?" You shrugged, "I'm not testing this one, can't say for sure how strong it is." He looked surprised before it twisted, "Wait, if it was shot in the ship, would it take out shields or power?" You purse your lips, "All I'll say is I wouldn't want to be around if it was." He shook his head, "You know, it's kind of scary what you come up with." You snorted in response, "Let me put everything away and we can get out of here."

He gave you a beaming smile and a thumbs-up before plopping down into one of the adjacent workbench chairs. The exchanged words helped settle your mind. The way you'd moaned Vicrul's name was still rolling around like a soundtrack on repeat, but you weren't stuck in a standstill trance. Still, tingles danced along your skin recalling the phantom moan and the words he'd spoken.

Sucking in a breath and shaking your head to stop the thoughts trying to wheedle their way to overtake your mind again– you'd have to be quick here. Not only because you needed the distraction Fero could provide, but if anyone had been near? Well, it'd be safest to get as far away as possible.

If a force user had been paying attention– a knight, the Commander, or worse his master, you shuddered. There was a very small possibility they could have felt you and if they came looking? You needed to be gone.

Although Fero had agreed, a place had yet to be decided on. That needed to be figured out quickly and gave you something to focus on in the meantime. Forehead wrinkled in thought as you swept things into drawers and locked away the weapon, where was the best place that was farthest from the armory as possible?

There were a few places that were typical hookup spots. All of them were unofficial and only shared through gossip and rumor, but the south showers were popular. There was also the lower deck cargo bay holding rooms. Those could work…but neither felt right. You didn't feel like having an audience in the shared officer quarters either. So where…The ambassador wing.

You weren't sure what made you think of it, but it was definitely the best choice. It was on the other side of the ship and typically had more empty rooms than guests at any given time. Plus each room had a private bathroom attached. It'd be perfect.

It wasn't common as far as you knew, but it afforded the degree of privacy you wanted right now. It was just a matter of slicing into the door panel since you obviously didn't have access– with your skillset it'd be quick work.

Standing from the chair with a stretch you caught Fero's attention. He wasn't bad looking, medium build, regulation cut on his sandy blonde hair, with a lopsided grin, and an easygoing attitude.

You gave him a look aimed at being mischievous, "Wanna sneak into the ambassador wing and use a room there?" He blinked in surprise and then in an impressed tone, "You can get us in there?" A smirk and wink were your only response.

People thinned out the closer you got to your destination. Slightly out of the ordinary, this wing was usually busy since it was so close to the control deck. The conversation had lulled when you left the armory and in that lul the images you'd seen slithered back into the forefront of your mind. Attention a scattered mess too jumbled by feelings and thoughts to notice the difference. Fero wasn't as preoccupied though, "Hey, you sure this is a good idea?"

You made a noncommittal hmm, "Yeah, of course." Had you bothered to look at him, you'd notice his mounting anxiety, nervous tick of his jaw, sweat trickling down his temple.

But you hadn't given him pause. Too preoccupied with your own thoughts– how familiar you were with the Commander and Vicrul in all the visions, how you felt, how Vicrul had spoken to you, or how easily he'd made you moan.

Even if you couldn't comprehend how that was a possible future, the scenario kept playing on repeat in your mind.

Lust was a fog clouding your senses to the mounting anxiety and dread pouring from your companion. Fero's hand abruptly grabbed your shoulder, "Something doesn't feel right." You blinked up at him in confusion, everything felt fine. His jaw ticked as his eyes darted around, "I-I think…I..This isn't on you…We-we c-could…" stuttering his words, unable to get out whatever he wanted to share.

Your brows pinched, everything felt fine to you even as you looked around. Nothing pressing on your senses, no unease in your stomach, no tingles of panic that danger was near. But even so, something was certainly wrong with him, "Fero?" Your voice soft to pull his attention back to you. Testing the waters mentally had anxiety fill you. He was full of panic, but you'd have to dive deeper to gauge why.

His grip tightened as he swallowed thickly, "I'm out. I'll see yo-" his eyes darted to something behind you, widened, and he didn't even bother to finish his sentence before turning and tripping over himself back the way you'd come. He couldn't get away fast enough and you were left stunned.

Your brow raised in confused irritation, "What the actual-" the door you hadn't realized you were next to hissed open before a gloved hand reached out and yanked you into the dark room.

Your vision dotted from the quick light shift before adjusting to the dim red blanketing the space. As your eyes were adjusting you could feel yourself being pushed before your back pressed against the wall next to the now sealed door. Whoever this would-be assailant had pulled the wrong girl into their room. Preparing to tear them to shreds, you looked up with a scowl, but it dropped instantly. Overtaken by shock when you faced down his mask.

"You're such a fucking liar." Vicrul's modulated voice cut through your mind like an alarm. Frustration poured from him and you didn't need the force to pick up on it, his tone enough. Everything settled– the brain fog, jumbled thoughts, confusion on what happened with Fero. All subsided for the very real man in front of you. He wasn't happy.

The outer coat he'd donned in the gym was missing. Instead, in its place was a dark long-sleeved shirt stretched tight against his chest. Black trousers and boots still the same as earlier. He lacked any visible weapons that you could see. If a fight was about to happen at least it'd be fair.

He continued to push in taking as much space as possible, boxing you into the wall, one hand resting near your shoulder with the other above your head. Like he was visibly trying to say there was no escaping him this time, "Fight?" An irritated static-filled breath made it through the modulation.

Narrowing your eyes up at his impassive mask. He was reading you without you feeling him. Jaw clenching as you glared at the face behind the mask, "What the hell–" he cut you off with his firm presence pressed against your mind and growled, "Don't fucking lie to me again." His fist slammed into the wall next to your shoulder, "None of that, you don't know what I'm talking about, bullshit." His voice took on a mocking lit when imitating you. If that wasn't enough to betray his frustration, the prickliness of his mind certainly was.

It bristled against you like an uncomfortable sweater. His feelings were like nettles prickling into your mind's edges. Scratching the surface and infusing his irritation, confusion, and surprising bewilderment. Your eyes widened and breathing hitched in your throat. He knew. Really knew. Figured out that you were force sensitive. Your spine straightened as his fist above your head curled. Your panic must have seeped into him because he grumbled, "That's right."

There wasn't much room between the two of you, but he pushed in closer still. Leg cutting between your thighs, mashing in, lifting your hips until you were practically riding his thigh. The tips of your boots were barely brushing the floor, but you didn't care, "I heard you." Your pulse spiked as he pressed his hips forward, hard length pressing into your stomach, "Crying out, echoing in the force."

There was a burst from his aura that drug his bristles against you in a more pleasant sensation. A way that had heat reignite in your lower belly, "I fucking felt you." Then the space where your auras met and edges blended turned dark. Dark with desire, possessiveness, and lust– his voice low a husky whisper you couldn't feel the breath of, "Saw what it showed."

Instant heat seared through you at his desire pouring through the connection. How he craved to make it a reality, to have you under him, to have you sing his name into soft pillows and darkened corridors. Your jaw slackened and thighs clenched around his.

You realized fear should be there. But it wasn't. His smokey voice didn't stoke fear but something else entirely. And he knew that too, "You fucking like that? Like knowing how your vision left me?" It was too much too suddenly, you didn't trust your voice, it'd be shaky, uncertain, and too unstable. Not what you wanted him to hear.

Searching his mask had annoyance flare in your gut. It was impersonal, unexpressive, stoic– the antithesis to everything you were being forced to feel. You wanted to see the starving need bloom in his expression or how it'd coloring his keen eyes. Darken them, change the sky blue to steel, pulling a lust-driven beast to the surface.

You were damned already– suspicion confirmed which meant he'd tell his mast– "Don't." His sharp tone interrupted your thought. Head tilting as you regarded him. Did the thought that he’d turn you in after this actually bother him? That couldn’t be it.

So instead, you questioned without words– pressing your mind back into his. Like a wave crashing into a jutting cliffside. Sudden and intense even if it was expected. You felt him freeze before sinking into the sensation. Where he was nettles, you were thorns– cutting deeper, bleeding the connection, mingling more than just the edges of your minds. Eyes fluttered at the explosive feel of him. Breath stuttering as he groaned, your voice was soft, "Fuck," Lust. Want. A burning desperate need to have him in the same way the force said you could– would, "Vicrul". All your wants were reflected in him.

One of your thighs slipped up to his hip, tightening around his solid muscle and pulling him into you. Could feel the effect saying his name had on him both physically and mentally. His cock twitched against your stomach and the want pouring from him threatened on need, "Sounds better from your lips than an echo."

"You looked so good under me," Your eyes fluttered as he slid against your thoughts– hot, solid, sensual– as he pressed his throbbing length into you. He plucked at your inner defenses but didn't push past, "The force is still rippling around you," his helmet tilted, "I could hear it when you were with that prick."

His thigh lifted to grind into you, "He thought he was going to fuck you," the chuckle that left him was cold, dangerous, and had your pupils dilating in arousal. You felt the shift in his feelings, the rage, greed, jealousy, "When it's my name ringing off you." The hand next to your shoulder slid over to your neck. His leather-wrapped fingers caressed as he mimicked your voice, "Vicrul," his fingers curled as his thumb ran up your throat to your chin, "Daddy," his thumb traced your parted lips before pushing in, "Please."

Sparks lit behind your eyes and between your legs. He was right. Those had been prominent thoughts echoing in your head on the walk here. The leathery taste bloomed, earthy but not unpleasant, with a texture smoother than you'd expect as it slipped across your pallet. Pressing your tongue against his thumb and lightly sucking the glove, "Knew you felt different." He pressed his digit down on your muscle before continuing,"You're so subtle. Even now, when I’m against you, your mind’s muted."

His thumb pulled from your lips to trace the wet leather along them. Your gaze searched his mask, sure you could feel his eyes on your lips, "But," his shoulders straightened, psyche twisting against yours, and the two of you groaned, "Its your emotions that give you away. They project so fucking loud."

Your leg tightened on his hip again as you spoke against his thumb, "You're an exception," opening your mouth to lick along his digit had his mask hiss an airy modulation, "We're different." You could feel his curiosity. He wanted to know what you knew, or what you implied. But a bigger part wanted your mouth wrapped around something other than his fingers.

His hand shifted and squeezed your cheeks, wet leather pressing into your skin, "We'll discuss that after." Your toes curled in your boots already knowing what he meant. After we fuck. The confirmation in his mind was all you needed for something to snap inside you.

The feral desire had been building, but it suddenly uncurled in your stomach and made you antsy. His mind felt calm in comparison to your frantic fluttering. You wish his fingers were back in your mouth or that he'd let you drop to your knees and swallow him down. Something, anything other than the teasing promise his words held. You knew he wanted you, could feel how much he did, but you wanted to see him as desperate as you felt.

He must have picked up the thought because you could feel his mirth tangle in the arousal. His hand pressed further into your cheeks to grip your attention, "You going to behave or do I have to make good on my last threat."

It was your turn to gurgle out a gasp. It made you cross-eyed when he talked like that, "Promise," The words a mumble against his hand, "It was a promise." His answering chuckle made your chest swell, "Force, you're trouble."

He pulled back enough to bring both hands down around your ass, "Fucking pretty, but a brat." He lifted you effortlessly like you weighed nothing. No use of the force required, "Exactly my type."

Your legs wrapped around his hips and arms around his neck as he pulled back from the wall. Vicrul made his way over to the couch and tapped your legs to unwrap. Only held up by his palms before he settled on the center cushion. His legs spread wide, your arms still wrapped around his neck, hips sat flush together, your legs curling around his hips– hard cock pressing up into your soaking center.

A hand came to rest on the back of your neck, "You want it?" The words shot straight to your aching core, "Want me to spank the attitude out of you like a fucking slut?" He was sin incarnate. Husky voice, dirty mouth, the heat of his palms still resting on your ass, his cock against your pussy– all of it combined was overloading your senses.

He woke something dark and needy in you that wanted anything he was willing to give. It made you ache and burn more than you ever had before. Swallowing hard you ground your hips down into him. Voice breathy and barely audible in the darkness of the room, "Yes, Sir."

The hand on the back of your neck tightened in response and you knew he liked that. You could feel how it made whatever beast he kept locked inside respond. Dragged to the surface hungry growls to consume, to possess, to make you beg for it– all things you could feel through the link in your mind.

A deep, primal kind of pleasure flooded your senses in response to feeling his. His hand cupping the curve of your ass dragged you across his member, "You gonna take it like a good girl for, Daddy?" Your eyes fluttered shut at the feel, "Gonna let me bend you over my knee and turn your ass red?" Arching your back to grind harder, "I won't be gentle."

He already had you soaking without much effort. You pulsed your feelings to him as you said, "Good. I want more than gentle," funneling feelings that said you wanted him to take, and take, and take until you broke. On his fingers, his mouth, his cock– anything. To possess you and fill you deeper than anyone before him.

Stroking against that dark space where his possessiveness, greedy, selfish monster lurked in the dark of his mind, "I want everything."

The only warning you had was a growl before the hand on your neck was pulling you sideways and the one cupping your ass was quickly rearranging your legs over his lap. Your pants were ripped down to your thighs, seams popping with the force he'd used, "Worst fucking kind of trouble."

The husky greediness in his voice only adds to the heat in your core. Intimate heat exposed to the chill of the room had goosebumps rising across your skin before his gloved hand rested on the curve of your ass.

First the left cheek before dragging his hand to the right. Leather smooth against your prickled flesh, warmth radiating off of him, fighting the cold of the room biting at your skin. He gave a firm squeeze before abruptly placing a strong smack against the left cheek. The force behind the hit had you jolting forward with a gasp. The pain instant, coiling tight in your chest until it throbbed and sunk into pleasure.

Another slap, this time to the right side, pulled a whine from your lips. Your cheeks throbbed in all the right ways, he hadn't pulled his hits, he let the full force of his hand land. And it was perfect. Another smack and you buried your face into the cushion groaning as the sharp bites of pain made your clit throb in pleasure. His satisfaction tangled with yours.

The hand on the back of your neck twisted up into your hair. Gripping a fist full to pull your face from the couch, "No muffling, I want to hear your moans. Do you understand?" You felt a flush of wetness drip from your core. Nodding your head with a hum didn't satisfy Vicrul. His grip pulled just a little harder, "Words, princess. I can hear them floating off of you. Use them."

You arched your lower back towards his hand, "I understand," turning your face to the side, cheek resting against the soft fabric, "Understand that you want to hear me beg for it, Daddy." The hand in your hair slowly released. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his mask lift towards the ceiling and even though you couldn't see his face, you imagined his eyes closed and jaw clenching.

If his roiling emotions were anything to go by, you'd said exactly the right thing, and you were about to pay for it in the most delicious way possible. That was all the warning you had before an even harsher hit landed evenly on both cheeks, "Fucking brat." A succession of hits landed one after another, pulling moans that turned to weak pleas before morphing to sobs for more. You hadn't been counting, but it'd been at least ten blows before his hand smoothed down your heated flesh soothing the ache.

Your slick dripped down your thighs onto his pants and the couch beneath, "Such a messy whore." He grabbed at the globes of your ass and spread you wide. Embarrassment blooms in your chest as your holes clenched at being so exposed. Then a single hand released a check and gloved fingers slipped into the wet heat of your folds. Circling your entrance, teasing, coating the leather in your wetness, "So kriffing wet for me, princess."

Your whole body tensed in anticipation, wanting his fingers to slip inside so badly. To feel the stretch of them, how the leather would feel sliding into you, see what rhythm he'd give you– if it'd be hard and fast. You didn't realize you'd been holding your breath until he reminded you, "Breath." You took a deep inhale but lost it just as quickly when his fingers slid down through your heat to lightly brush your clit.

Even the slightest brush was a live wire- electricity shooting from your center to every nerve inside you drawing a broken moan at the burst of pleasure. Toes curled and hips pushed back onto his hand, chasing the pleasure. He pulled away instantly and the plea left your lips was a sob, "Please, Vicrul. Please. Even just a knuckle, please put it in."

His fingers were sliding up your nether lips– away from your clit back towards your entrance. Finger circling, but no closer to pushing in than before, "Desperate," Another stroke, "Needy." The tip of the digit pressed against your dripping center, "If you need it so bad," Finger shallowly dipped inside before pulling out, "Beg for it while I turn this perfect ass purple."

That was all the warning you had before his hand snapped back and the loud slap reverberated through the room louder than any before. You could feel your checks jiggle before the sting set in. Nerves too stimulated for the pain to be instant. It did nothing to curve your aching need, if anything, it only made it worse. Pleasure and pain too entwined at this point to pull apart.

He soothed the area with a soft caress, but you could feel the twisted sadistic glee flushing through his system. The way a sob had instantly ripped from your lips made his cock jump, "Please. Please, Let me take it." Another ringing smack landed against the fat of your ass, "Give it to me any way you want– just fill me up."

Two more quick slaps landed sharp, lower on your ass than the rest, almost on your thighs. Your sobbing groan of pleased pain was at a constant stream as tears stung your eyes, "Fuck! Please, please Daddy give it to me–" a crisp smack placed against the back of your right thigh, sting felt vividly on the untouched skin, “A-Ah! I’ll take it so good for you.”

He soothed the fresh area, kneading the fat of your thigh before pulling back to place a twin hit on your left. The whine that left you was lewd and had you rubbing your cheek against the couch too overwhelmed by sensation, "Vicrul, please.” He chuckled and pressed into the numb area of your ass. A dull pulse of pleasure coursed through you, “F-fuck, that's so good. You’re so good. Please play with my cunt, Sir."

He didnt say anything, or even acknowledge that he'd heard a word you'd said, but you could feel how you were affecting him. That beast inside him was at the helm and it thoroughly enjoyed all of your pleas. His hands gripped the globes of your ass before spreading you again.

Breathlessly sobbing you could feel yourself clench as a flush of wetness left your center in response to feeling his gaze on both your holes. This time you were too forgone for embarrassment, instead it was just a depraved need of wanting to be filled.

Being spread like this sent a thrill down your spine at what he'd do next. Wet cheek against the cushion, gasping for breath with eyes clenched waiting for his next move.

Then one hand lifted and you could feel his dark demand for you to break and knew what was about to happen. The hit landed perfectly on the center of your pussy. Hard, sharp, and nearly had you come on the spot. This is what you'd always craved and he gave it to you effortlessly.

Another forceful spank placed lower on your pussy. Jolting your clit making your eyes clench and a half scream pull from your lips as your hole clenched and legs shook. His fingers split your puffy lips as he chuckled down at you, sliding back up, coating his glove in your slick. He gripped your ass again, jiggling it and covering it in your wet stickiness.

Shaking as you caught your breath the only thought was that you were so empty. You needed something filling you up. Anything he'd give you. Something to take the edge off and it didn't matter which hole he chose, you'd take whatever he'd give.

Delight flushed from him at your thought. Your hips rose to better display your most intimate areas. Wordlessly asking for more, to be used, for something to fill the emptiness, to squeeze around, to come on.

The palm of his hand rested on your ass while his thumb pressed against your puckered hole still on display. Clenching your thighs you begged for it, "Please," you tried to roll your hips back for friction but his hold prevented it, "I'm so empty–" you huffed a breath while squirming in his hold, "Vic- Daddy, please fill my hole. It needs you–" frenzied sob leaving you, "I need you to stretch me open until I forget what being empty feels like."

The leather soft against your tight ring of muscle. The tip of his digit pushing against you had your throat constrict, would he fill your ass or only tease?

You felt his smug pleasure at your wariness before he slowly pushed the finger deeper in. The stretch of your tight hole around his thick thumb washed you in a jolt of pleasure. Sinking a knuckle deep into you, you melted as your ass clenched around him in reflex, the sensation of your ass being filled had your pussy leaking.

"Only a dirty whore would like her ass played with on the first date." His thumb fully slipped in and his fingers clenched around the meat of your ass. Whining at the euphoric feeling of having something to clench around, your answer rolled out of your mouth before you fully registered the thought, " I'll be your dirty whore. A little slut you can do whatever you want with."

It took a moment for your mind to catch up to what you'd said. To cut through the pleasure haze to realize the truth of your words. That you meant it with more conviction than should be appropriate. You'd be whatever he wanted. Princess or whore. Virginal or filthy, filthy creature he could use and break into a million little pieces.

His answer was to hook his finger in your ass and push against the tight muscle with the base of his thumb, "You'd be my little pet?" Moan in your breath, tears slipping down your face onto the cushion, toes digging into the couch. You mewled as you pushed your ass back into his hold, "Fuck, yes."

His growl was the only warning you had before his thumb ripped from your ass. You wailed at the loss, "No, no, no please," Thighs clenching as your hips pushed into the air trying to follow after his finger, "Put it back in," shaking your hips, "Please split me open, Daddy…"

His voice was rough, control cracked, "If you want my cock in your cunt– Stop. Fucking. Moving." You stilled instantly and felt yourself being lifted and rearranged in an instant.

Right cheek pressing into the back of the couch, knees spread wide resting on the edge as Vicrul stood behind you. Pussy fully displaying how wet and needy he'd made you– a thick string of slick trailing from your cunt down to your thighs with how wet you were. Arching your back to push your hips up in need, trying to entice him more.

Your panting breath warm against the cloth of the cushion. Eyes shut trying to sober yourself from the half-crazed state he'd pushed you to. The sound of cloth moving and something heavy hitting the floor were the only sounds outside of your own racing heartbeat that you registered.

Warm fingers curled around your hips, "Pretty cunt fucking soaked for me." His clear unmodulated smoky voice cut through the haze in your mind. He'd taken his gloves off and his helmet. His left hand jerked your hips back into his, "Need your hole fucked that bad?"

His short nails dug into your skin as you looked over your shoulder. He was just as you'd seen on the force– Sexy, dark, handsome. Your core ached for him and a whimper must have escaped because the smirk he gave you could only be described as smug, "Need me to use your cunt?"

Rocking your hips back into his hard length you sighed your answer, "Yes. Want to break around you." His smirk turned wolfish, nails dragging from your hips to your ass, "Who's are you?"

His question was unexpected, but you didn't need to think on it, "Yours." As soon as the words left you, a thick glob of his spit landed between your cheeks and onto your puckered hole before it slid down to your pussy and mixed with the juices there.

"That's right. This pussy is mine now and you'll get what I give you." His hand slid to the small of your back while keeping your gaze as he spoke, "And you've been such a good girl for me. Begged like a professional whore. So pretty," he looked down at your puffy slick pussy, "Asked so nice for your pussy to be stuffed."

His words taken as praise instead of an insult made your pussy clench. "Bet you like it raw." A strangled moan was his answer, "Good. That's how you'll take it from now on." You could feel the head of his cock resting against your entrance, not pushing in where you wanted him most.

He slid the head of his cock through your folds down to press it into your clit. whining while he teased back and forth, "What? Daddy can't enjoy his new toy?" At your mewling cry of, "Please. Need to cum." His smirk widened and his eyes burned on your pussy as he watched himself slowly push in.

He was thick, so incredibly thick that even with how wet you were there was a sting as the head pushed past your muscle, but it quickly transformed to pleasure. You let out a high-pitched whine when he pulled back out, "So fucking tight." He slipped back in, further than before with a choked groan, "Cunt so fucking greedy, squeezing so tight."

When he was fully hilted you couldn't help the breathy gasp at how full you felt. His own moan was gruff and growled with a "Good girl." He didn't give you time to adjust or savor the feeling, instead, he pulled out and slammed back in. Curve of his cock hitting a spot that made your eyes roll.

The steady harsh slap of his hips on yours filled the room. His harsh breath turned to a dark chuckle, "Sloppy little pussy taking every inch of me." His hips pushed into yours harder in emphasis. His hand slid a hand up your back to press into your hair as he leaned over you, "Taking it so perfect. So wet and warm, tight–" you clenched around him at his words which pulled a strangled growl from him.

You couldn't turn your head much, his hand pressing in your hair preventing much movement, but you could steal a glance in your peripheral– his head was thrown back, eyes closed, and jaw clenched. His chest rose just as rapidly as yours, "Such a fucking brat." His gaze rolled back down to lock with yours, " Better behave. I might pull out and finish on your face instead."

The idea of him pulling out had you stiffen and a huff of laughter from him, "Want it inside, huh? Fucking nasty." He pulled your hair back, exposing your throat, "So fucking perfect." He pounded so hard that your thighs shook and his balls slapped into your clit, "Be a good girl and cream around my cock." Everything was too much and not enough. Muscles tight and the knot inside you twisting, but still you needed more. Mind solely focused on how he was making you feel, desperately you cried, "Need more."

He slapped your sore ass lightly, pain not registering as he slid out almost to the tip before slamming back in. Groaning and arching back into him while whining, "Fuck,". His focus zeroed in on where the two of you were joined, "Touch," canting his hips to hit a place that made your vision go white, "Your" pull out and pushing back into the same spot, "Clit." His assault was paired with a coiled stroke against your mind that felt like you were short-circuiting.

It left you too slow to react. Vicrul's hand tangled in your hair jerking your head up off the couch backward. Hissing as pain mixed with pleasure, "Be my good slut and touch your fucking clit before I finish in your cunt."

At the thought of him finishing inside you, your muscles clenched him tighter. He released your hair to throw his head back in an unexpected moan, "Fuck! You little brat!" The sting of his hand came down on your ass in time with the slam of his hips in retaliation, but you followed the command and snaked your hand down your body.

The slap of skin lewd and wet only cut by your whimpering sobs and his groaning praises, "Such a good girl." Another slap, "Fucking nasty perfect little hole to fuck." Everything was coiling tighter and tighter. Being used like this was making you see stars and you were right on the edge, "Good girl, good fucking girl" Matching your strokes in time with his thrust pulled a high pitch-keening sound out of you, "Gonna cum for Daddy?" Feverently nodding your answer he gave you permission, "Go on, milk my cock."

His dirty mouth and the angle of his hips were exactly what you needed to fall over the edge in a moaning mess of pleasure. Clenching around him as wave after wave crashed through you. Tension released all at once and you became boneless. Cheek sagging deeper into the cushion, but Vicrul wasn't done.

He didn't slow his pace or give you time to bask in the euphoria– his grip on your hips was tight and each trust was merciless. Pounding into your still clenching hole chasing his own pleasure. You were being shoved rougher and rougher with each thrust. Overstimulation was setting in and he could feel the discomfort coil through your connection.

Each stroke toeing the line between pleasure and pain, edging until you were sobbing for something, "Vicrul, please…" You weren't sure if it was for him to stop or to keep going, couldn't tell which you were begging him for. "No." His hiss was clear, "Not stopping until I finish." His hands pulled you back into his thrusts, "You'll come again."

The room was filled with the sound of your wet pussy, skin slapping, his groans, and your choked sobs. The coil inside of you had twisted again towards pleasure and you were actively pushing your hips against his chasing your orgasm. You felt Vicrul's cock twitch inside you, "Going to fill this cunt up until it's dripping out of you."

Looking back at him had the knot twist tighter in your stomach– he was as wrecked as you. Hair a mess, sticking to his forehead, sweat rolling off him, and a wild look in his eye. He caught your stare, "When it starts to drip out, I'll fuck it back in." That pulled you impossibly closer to the edge as your gaze dropped to his hips, feeling his hands grip your hips tighter.

"Watch me use you," His thrust lost their rhythm the closer he got. Reaching your hand down to your aching clit all it took was a few strokes before you fell over the cliff of pleasure. The head spun and vision blackened around the edges for a moment. Clenching tighter than you had before your senses zeroed in on the feel of Vicrul inside you. His cock stiffened and with a low groan and deep thrust, you felt warmth fill you.

His thrusts were slow and lazy as he emptied himself inside you. Your pussy clenching in response. Muscles milked everything he had to give. With a heavy sigh, his forehead dropped to rest between your shoulder blades as he soothed his hands up your sides.

It was a soft moment after the perfectly harsh treatment. He pulled out slowly with a soft sigh and then shuffled around before you felt his arms around you. Arm under your knees and back cradled to his chest as he walked towards the bed.