Jilli_de_Coffee

" A VIVISECTION OF ME, DONE BY GOD FOR ALL TO SEE "

The Tsaritsa was ready to freeze the entirety of Teyvat and Hell over. Childe was itching to fight an archon or three, watching their blood fall from their mouths in waves just as you had suffered.

The entire table had erupted with shouts and threats. You knew they weren't directed at you, you knew. But you still trembled in fear, your lips trembling as you tried to find even some warmth in Tartaglia's arms. But there wasn't warmth, there was a raging fire threatening to burn anything in its wake.

You covered your ears and buried your face in your knees. You felt so pathetic.

I hate humans. I hate humans. I hate humans. All of the rifthounds were right to hunt them down, they deserve it. At least the hilichurls were gentle with you even when they were angered. They weren't gentle, humans were never gentle-

"Tartaglia," The Tsartisa's voice boomed, and your heart jumped, "Take their excellency to their room. I don't want them to hear what's about to transpire."

"Of course." Childe said, picking you up in his arms and carefully navigating the icy floor.

You immediately shook your head and pushed against Childe's chest.

"Keep them company in their room as well, Tartaglia."

"Yes, your highness." He responded, grunting at your struggling. He muttered, "Your grace, what's wrong?"

Tears glittered your eyes, the flecks of gold in your eyes had gotten more prominent and were glowing angrily. You pushed against Childe's chest fervently with your arms and legs. Kicking him away.

"Your grace-!" He yelped as you pushed your hand in his face and he finally released you.

You dropped to the floor on your ass. You whined a bit in pain but you ignored it. You stood up as quickly as you could without falling over, breathing heavily at the emotional and physical stress.

Your face was twisted into a glare, a hunger that every Fatui harbinger and the Tsaritsa were all used to glowed golden in your eyes.

A hunger for revenge.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Klee knew something was up. The entirety of Teyvat knew something but refused to say it.

Klee thinks she knows what it is.

It's what Albedo has known this entire time.

When he told Master Jean "Klee is too young to see such carnage, I'll watch over her. Please, don't force her to take part in this."

Master Jean was going to argue but she looked at Klee. Klee's eyes were wide, confused and frightened. Master Jean sighed and relented, leaving Albedo and Klee alone.

Albedo swiftly picked Klee up and carried her to his lab in Dragonspine.

"Mister Albedo?" Klee had whimpered.

He hadn't answered her but she understood why he had said that. It became even more apparent as he kept on pulling her away from the Knights of Favonius' constant searches for the imposter. And when Kaeya also joined them in Dragonspine instead of chasing the "imposter".

"It's finished." Albedo had said one of those days, a wide smile on his face, "We can now go to the ruins of Khaenri'ah, Kaeya, Klee." His teal eyes had turned to her with glee.

Klee couldn't help but smile, "What does that mean Mister Albedo?"

His eyes and smile turned soft, softer than when he tucked her into bed some nights, "It means our god will be safe."

"We just need to find them." Kaeya grinned, a determined gleam in his eyes.

They had returned to Mondstat at the usual time, before they had returned from their chases. But Klee noticed something different about the statue of their god.

She tugged on Albedo's sleeve, stopping him from walking on "Mister Albedo..." Klee muttered and pointed to the statue, "Was the god's statue always like that?"

Albedo furrowed his brows and looked up to the statue. He gasped and stumbled back.

The statue's mouth, that was usually set into a soft smile, was set into a frown, sewn shut, and the lips had cracks running through them.

"What did they do?" Albedo whispered, dread pooling in his stomach.

Had he failed to protect their god?

When the Knights of Favonius had come back it had answered his question.

"We cut of the imposters tongue!" Outrider Amber had all to happily exclaimed, "They died afterwards, most likely from blood loss." The grin on her face made Kaeya want to puke but he kept his composure.

They had failed to protect their god.

All of them had.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

None of Teyvat wanted to say it. Nobody wanted to mention how their god's statues were cracked, star-like tears falling from their eyes.

They refused to acknowledge it. Besides, the world was still in working order right?

It all snapped one day when the temperature of Teyvat turned freezing. The icy claws of the fatui snuck into the whole of Teyvat. Their activity had grown tenfold.

The statues of the seven's mouths were sewn shut.

The tongue that Ningguang was keeping as a trophy had turned gold. The veins and dried blood still on it now a sheen golden hue.

You had no comprehendable voice to command with, but the creatures of the abyss, the hilihcurls, rifthounds, even the people of Snezhnaya, felt your will.

Take revenge on the people of Teyvat.

The children of Khaenri'ah, who had thought you were dead, also felt your will. And they were all too happy to uphold it.

"Klee, we have to go." Albedo urged her out of bed one night.

Klee whined, rubbing her eyes, "Why..." She muttered groggily, "Where are we going?"

Albedo's teal eyes were almost glowing in the dark, "To meet their grace."

Klee didn't ask anything else after that. She knew that was important adult stuff, and this was Mister Albedo. She could trust him.

Still, as they snuck out of the Favonius headquarters and out of Mondstat, tears fell from her eyes. She hid behind Albedo as they met up with Kaeya and Dain. And as they boarded their own little boat to Snezhnaya, she kept glued to Albedo. Seeking comfort in the cold night waters.

Klee wasn't sure what happened when they arrived at Snezhnaya, the only words that she understood were "Their grace wants to meet you."

Her heart fluttered at the thought. She wasn't sure if she was worried, excited, or both. Afterall, she'd heard so many people fervently praying. Begging for forgiveness for the sin they'd all committed. Albedo and Kaeya had said they'd failed you.

Klee nervously held onto Albedo's hand as they passed many fatui members. More than Klee had seen in all of her adventures with you when you were a force controlling her and the other vision wielders of Teyvat. Klee wasn't sure she had enough bombs to take care of all of them.

Especially with how big the palace was. Her bombs would only take care of a room or two!

She wanted to say something to Albedo, this seemed like a bad idea. But Albedo was older than her, he must know what he was doing. He also had told Klee to "not say anything in the palace. The fatui are scary so do not say anything unless someone speaks to you first."

Fatui agents led the four of them into a throne room. You, their god, alive in all of your glory, sat on the Tsaritsa's lap on her throne. Klee's breath was stolen and as she looked at you if felt like she had known you for ages. Even before she was born, you knew her and were there.

She was made for you.

You stood up from the Tsaritsa's lap, and she held your hand. The other fatui harbingers stood to the side of the Tsaritsa and you. You descended the stairs with the Tsaritsa, standing before the four of them.

The three adults bowed and Klee rushed to copy their movements.

"Your grace." They said, "We're sorry for not protecting you better, we'll do anything we can to assist you."

You made a motion with your hand and the four of them rose to their feet. Klee desperately held Albedo's hand. He was the only thing stable for Klee in this icy tundra of gods and war.

Then, on your godly face, you smiled softly. Just like the statues had depicted. Soft and loving.

Klee grinned, you're their god! You really are!~

Your eyes caught onto hers and Klee could've sword time stopped right there.

You grinned and crouched in front of her. You waved and she froze but waved back, grinning brighter than any of her bombs.

Tentatively, Klee held out her arms, silentely asking for a hug.

You giggled, a sound that melted everyone's hearts. You did so, wrapping your arms around Klee, picking her up and doing a little spin with her. You plopped her back to the ground, the both of you giggling.

You signed It's nice to meet you Klee. I've missed you.

The Tsaritsa translated for Klee since she didn't understand sign. She grinned and hopped up and down.

"Klee has missed you too your grace! So has Dodoco!" Klee's grin died down and she frowned a bit, her eyes creased in worry, "But uhm... your grace why aren't you talking?"

"Klee-" Albedo hissed but you cut him off with a wave of your hand.

You merely made an X with your fingers and put it over your lips.

"You're mute?" Klee tilted her head to the side.

You nodded.

"Ah, okay! Sorry, Klee didn't know!" Klee smiled, readjusting her backpack straps.

You patted her head and stood up, holding the Tsaritsa's hand. You didn't miss the burning stares from the three children of Khaenri'ah, but you opted to ignore it.

"We heard your call your grace. To take revenge on Teyvat. We'll help you in any way we can." Dainsleif said gravely.

You nodded, your smile not slipping from your face.

"Revenge on Teyvat?" Klee muttered. Albedo heard and looked down to her, "W-what about Qiqi an-and Diona and Sayu?" She sniffled, her hands shaking.

"Their excellency is only taking revenge on those that deserve it." Foul Legacy Childe smiled gently down at Klee.

Kaeya narrowed his eyes, "Aren't we going to help their grace?"

"Of course we are." The Tsaritsa's voice cut through the air, demanding for every soul to listen to her, "But their excellency has said that they will be the one to enact their revenge. They will punish the archons and those that have hurt them."

Your smile didn't fade, gentle, loving, and sharp. Your eyes played the story of your stay in Teyvat, you had endured so much and it hadn't diminished your ability to love. But it had given you the ability to be ruthless.

Teyvat wouldn't be able to take a breath before the end of the era of archons befell them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Everyday the archons and their people prayed to your statues. They may not verbally admit it, but they knew it was you they had "killed" in Liyue.

You now had the entirety of Teyvat worshiping you and not just your statues. They all knew you were here on Teyvat and your powers grew because of that. You were now connected to every corner of Teyvat, and every living thing on Teyvat. Anything you wanted you could tell where it was. You basically had the power of the interactive map, able to pinpoint anything at anytime.

You didn't want to enact your revenge for your own benefit, though it would be sweet,

It was because you couldn't find Milo anywhere.

With your godly abilities and how long you had spent with him you were sure you could find him. But he was nowhere to be found. Neither was his father, or the abyss mages, or any of the hilichurls.

Your statues had started to crack. Starting from their eyes, following their veins, trailing the entire stone body in gold. The archons were terrified. If your statue broke they were sure all hell would break loose and that would signify the end of the world.

So they gathered together before your statue in Inazuma. It was outside and bigger than possibly any of the statues in the seven nations.

Well, except for Snezhnaya.

You peered down at them from atop your statue, resting on its head. The statue's hands were held to its chest, holding Teyvat closely to your heart. Golden veins ran through the statues hands, threatening to crack open the statue. Tearing your love for Teyvat out of your palms.

An almost insanely calm smile played at your lips as you nonchalantly peered down at them. They had taken the Liyue Qixing and the Knights of Favonius with them as well. Not to mention the leaders of the three tri-commissions were also there.

Everybody you wanted to get your revenge on.

Good thing they gathered in Inazuma too. You carefully stood up, thanks to your growing powers you had also recovered swiftly but you were used to treating your body delicately, I can find whoever did that to Milo.

You looked down at the crowd that hadn't noticed you yet, you couldn't stop smiling. It was peacful. You were about to get revenge for yourself and for your friends.

Your fists clenched and you grit your teeth.

My dead friends.

They could fuck with you however much they wanted but they did fucking nothing. You were the only one with a reason to kill the monsters, you needed to level characters. But you didn't want to level them anymore, and you knew damn well you were the only one that could power up characters.

Milo, the rifthounds, abyss mages, and hilichurls, had no reason to be dead.

You sighed and stretched your arms to the sky, grabbing the stars before hopping down from the statue, the wind craddling your form as you gently landed at the base of the statue where the people were praying. They gasped as you decended and froze up as though the Tsaritsa had already frozen over Teyvat.

Just as they were about to run to you and scream their apologies, the Fatui surrounded them and created a wall blocking you from them.

The Tsaritsa and Foul Legacy Childe took their places beside you, the other harbingers surrounding the gods and their people. The three children of Khaenri'ah stood before you, helping to block those that had wronged you from reaching you.

They shouted their hopes and pleas, some already on their knees for forgiveness, some stood with their weapons drawn.

"You were so worried about gaining forgiveness from your god that you didn't bother to question if there was a nation already forgiven." The Tsaritsa's voice was cold, and the ground was already freezing over, "You were too busy with upholding the image of your god that you didn't care when they stood before you."

Your smile didn't fade as you walked between the fatui and children of Khaenri'ah, standing before those that had wronged you and those that hadn't. Right in front, were the three archons. As soon as you got close to them they threw themselves to their knees. Their hands shaking as they bowed their heads low for you, tears dripping down from their eyes.

"Now they stand before you once again,"

For now, you ignored the three, walking right past them with less than a glance.

"To enact their revenge and give Teyvat the punishments it deserves."

Your eyes locked onto the one you wanted, their pose similar to that of their gods, kneeling and quivering, their head bowed down low. You crouched before them and gently cupped their cheeks, forcing their red eyes to meet with yours flecked with gold.

In one swift motion you had forced her mouth open and grabbed her tongue. With your godly powers, the elements bended to your will with no struggle. The earth gladly created a geo contruct for you, a dull knife, just like the one she had used on you.

Ningguang didn't even struggle as you cut her tongue off. She just cried and whined. The most she did was grip onto your clothes.

If you had done that to her when she was taking your tongue away, she would've kicked you and forced you on the ground.

But you didn't.

You merely smiled and held her tongue in your hand, the red blood pooling everywhere. She gagged and vommitted on the ground, a mixture of blood and vile contents in her stomach. You stepped away from her, dropping the tongue in front of her.

Next, you waltzed over to Hu Tao. You grabbed her hands and examined them, specifically the rings. Her breath had hitched and she shrunk away from you.

You still remembered how she grabbed your arm and hair so roughly. Keeping you from escaping and even cheering as you wished you were dead.

Beforehand, you had unequipped all of their weapons and artifacts. So with your dominant hand, you called upon Hu Tao's weapon, your non-dominant hand still lovingly holding onto her's.

With one swift movement you had taken her hands off. She screamed and fell to her knees. You didn't let her and grabbed a fistful of her hair, handing her off to Foul Legacy Childe. He hanged her by her hair from your statue. You nodded approvingly to which Foul Legacy Childe beamed.

You looked around for a certain light blue-haired adepti, but she wasn't there.

You held up your hand and signed her name.

"Ganyu." The Tsartisa bellowed, "Where is she?"

"She killed herself." Zhongli croaked, his entire form and voice shivering, "She couldn't bare the thought that she had hurt our god."

"An easy way out." The Tsaritsa scowled.

"You don't even deserve to call them your god." Scaramouche's hands twitched with electro, itching to enact his own punishments, "You gave up the privledge of being their acolytes."

You weren't sure if you were upset because you couldn't hurt her now or because you'd never be able to see her again.

Despite everything they were still your children, and you loved them, they just needed to be taught a lesson. One the whole of Teyvat would never forget. That even if your throne was empty, they had no right to defend it for you to such a degree. Especially when you had not told them to do so.

You moved back to the front with the three archons, every person you passed by flinched but didn't move away. They were all expecting punishement, and they wouldn't complain if your loving hand hit them.

As it should be. You smiled, staring down at the three trembling archons kneeling before you.

"There is no question in our grace's authority. Those that refused to accept their divinity and hurt their excellency as though they were a criminal shall be punished accordingly."

You looked back to the Tsaritsa, you could see her fingers twitching eagerly. You nodded and she eagerly grabbed Venti by the collar, viciously ripping his tongue out, turning his entire neck and mouth icy cold. Frozen over with ice. He screamed his hands clawing at her arms, his heart aching at how he couldn't even be punished by you! Instead it was the Tsaritsa, he couldn't even look in your beautiful face, your gold flecked eyes, or stare at your wonderous smile. Instead it was the Tsaritsa's cold and vengeful eyes, her cold hands tearing him apart and then dropping him to the ground.

You then nodded to Scaramouche and Foul Legacy Childe and they did the same to Ei and Zhongli respectively.

Ei knew she should've killed that damned puppet. He was a fucking prototype that should've died. Not end up in the Fatui and definetely not end up with the god's favor, tearing her tongue out with a wicked grin and excited, vengeful electro sparks dancing in his eyes and around his hands. That sent electric shocks throughout her entire body, and as soon as he was done he dropped her and her tongue to the ground.

Foul Legacy Childe didn't hesitate to rip Zhongli's tongue out, and he wished it was your hands, soft and loving, ripping him apart. Not this giant, glorified abyss reject. Not to mention that Zhongli once considered Childe a friend, now their friendship was reduced to dust. Died in the snow, drowned in blood as he ruthlessly tugged his tongue out. No weapons, just his sharp gauntlets that tore his mouth to shreds. He even tore open the sides of his mouth with his claws, creating holes in his mouth. Tears fell down Zhongli's face as he curled in on himself. Incomprehensible noises came from his mouth, begging for forgiveness he may never receive.

They lay twitching before you, coughing up blood. Their tongues were on the ground in front of you. You stared down at them, disgust tugging your lips back in a snarl.

"Their grace has dreamed of torturing you for a long time." The Tsartisa said, blood coating her beautiful form, harshly contrasting her icy appearence, "They imagined ruthlessly slaughtering you in painful ways before killing you. But they realized what was even more painful. Keeping you alive. Loving you before hurting them. The exact treatment you had given them. Though, if you ask me, this is merciful." She sneered down at them.

"And your conduct before our all powerful god is unbecoming. Truly you're just writhing bugs." Scaramouche spat, wiping the red blood on him away with a disgusted snear.

You smiled, not giving away anything, and crouched in front of the archons. They looked up at you, a small glimmer of hope in their eyes as they blubbered something incomprehensible through the tears and blood.

You smile twitched into something unsightly as you raised your hand and brought it into a fist. The veins in the statue's hands errupted and crashed down. The ground, sky, and wind shuddered with your crumbling statue.

Just as your loving smile was gone, so was your love for Teyvat as you stood up away from the archons. Leaving them to writhe in pain.

Your loving Fatui acolytes filled a golden glass full of the gods' blood. They handed it to you, and in front of the whole world you claimed your godly status with the blood sacrifice, downing the cup in one swig. Any and all opositions to your godhood died in that moment. A human could not handle the blood of the gods, a human could barely handle another human's blood. Yet you stood there, blood smeared across your lips, a golden fire in your eyes, and the entire world at your feet playing god.

Rika knows she picked such a good omega.

Your scent to her is irresistible! And you’re so cute, and kind, she just had to have you! Yet you weren’t wooed by her charm, or her courting gifts.

What was she suppose to do? Let you settle for someone who wasn’t good enough for you? She has gotten rid of so many people, just to have you!

You’re her pet! Her mate!…well, not yet at least.

You aren’t sure how long she’s had you caged here, in her room, surrounded by nothing but her scent.

Months? Years, maybe? She won’t let go of you, swearing you two were meant to be.

Yet she never marked you as her mate, never biting or licking your scent gland, she’d cover herself and her clothes in your scent, always wanting it on her, but never bit you.

“I want my sweet girl to beg for it.”

Is all she told you.

Even during your heats she refused to, she refused to even fuck you.

Only burying her face into your cunt, moaning and licking up your slick. Smacking your thighs as you try to squirm away.

“Hold still, I’m not done with you.”

You can smell how wet she is, and hear her fingering herself as she buries her tongue into your hole.

It was every heat she’d do this, no matter what you said. Only to coo so lovingly at you, letting you, and pampering you.

Never leaving your side while you were awake, only leaving to get you food while you slept. Showing you just how good of an alpha and a mate she is.

All your needs will be met, as long as she’s here.

Little by little you began longing for her, wanting her, missing her warmth next to you, missing her scent.

You’ll never know of the smirk she had, when she came home not smelling like you, and you broke down in tears.

Just as planned.

You got desperate for her.

She eventually let you roam around her house, cooing as you still picked her lap as your seat.

Purring while you run your fingers through her long, green locks.

Greeting her every night on your knees, waiting at the door.

“Welcome home!”

You make it hard to stay calm. But she holds herself back, just a little more and you’ll be her wife, her mate, her perfect fuck toy.

You’ve started liking her, accepting her as your wife.

Asking her to scent your clothes, blankets, and pillows, drowning yourself in her scent.

She only has to wait now. Not for long though, she knows your heat cycles by heart.

Rika can feel spit pooling in her mouth, at just the smell of you, she’s only at the front door and your scent is so heavy!

It’s her favorite.

She can feel her body heating up. You smell intoxicating! She’s swooning at the door. She glances at it, noticing the locks seem to have been tampered with.

Seems she needs to remind you of your place.

Rika is quick to strip, kicking her shoes off first, then her tie as she makes her way down the hallway.

Stopping just outside the bedroom door.

Your heats early, so she’ll excuse you not greeting her this time.

Your head shoots up from your nest, once you heard the door open. Rika bites her lip as she takes all of you in, unbuttoning her shirt as her eyes linger on your bare form.

“Rika! Please I- my heat-!”

She places a glove covered finger to your lips.

“Shh it’s okay, baby, I’m here, let daddy take good care of you.”

You open your mouth, sucking on the leather on her thumb. She growls, quickly taking the rest of her clothes off.

Letting you bite and take off the glove in your mouth, while doing the same to her other one.

Once those are off she moves away from you, towards the closet. You let out a whine, desperately wanting your alpha.

“Hey now, none of that! Lay back and keep your legs open, like a good girl.”

And you didn’t hesitate, laying back against the pillows with your legs wide open, showing off your leaking, twitching cunt.

“I hope you weren’t touching yourself while I was gone.”

You tremble at her words, more so when she slips the harness of her strap, on.

Watching her tighten the straps, before making her way back to you with a bottle of lube.

“No daddy! I couldn’t, it’s not the same, it’s not you.”

Rika coos, chuckling at how desperate you are. Looking at you, she can’t help but drool, your scent thick and heavy, your pretty pussy on display, just for her, leaking onto the sheets below.

Looking at her with such need, it’s everything she’s always wanted from you.

“Good girl, following orders like that. Let daddy spoil her princess.”

Rika hovers over you, her strap on in one hand as she rubs lube all over it, and her other hand sliding up your thigh.

She easily slides two fingers into your dripping hole, her thumb slowly rubbing circles on your clit.

“P-please! Oooh please daddy, I need- I need more!”

You yelp at the harsh slap she gives your cunt, before sliding her finger back in.

“Don’t be greedy, omega, you’ll take what I give you.”

“Yes daddy! M’sorry!” Your whine echoes in the bedroom, making her chuckle.

“Good whore.”

She smiles down at you, listening to your moans turn to shrieks, as she crooks her fingers, and finger fucking you.

Her palm slapping against your clit, with every quick movement of her fingers.

“Alphaaa!”

You whine so cutely. You roll your hips down, trying to match her pace, wanting more!

“Aw such a needy little omega I have.”

You arch your back, gripping the sheets below you.

“I’m gonna- oh! Daddy! Please let me cum! Please, I’ve been a good girl!”

Rika growls lowly, making your heat ridden self lean your head back, exposing your neck to your alpha. You bite back a whine, once her fingers stop.

You watch her pull her fingers from your drooling cunt, bringing them up to her face, and licking them clean.

You shake at the hums and moans she lets out, you watch with bated breath once she finishes cleaning your mess of her hands.

“Fuck, princess.”

You spread your legs further, at the sound of her so breathless.

“Taste so fucking good. All for me, right?”

Rika slots herself between your legs, resting the toy on top of your cunt, slowly grinding it against you, letting the tip catch your clit.

“Yes! Yes! Only for you! Only yours!”

He smirks, leaning down pressing her chest to yours. Your noses touch, her breath fanning over your face.

“Only mine, yeah? My filthy slut?”

“Yes! Your slut! Your toy! Please daddy just fuck me, mark me, make your mate!” Tears well up in your eyes.

The earthy scent of amber and driftwood waft through the air, getting stronger the longer she waits.

Rika can feel it, your heat, your taste, your begging, it’s all triggering her rut.

“Such a good girl for daddy.”

Her hands grab the backs of your knees, holding them up and open, as she slides the fat tip of the strap on into your awaiting fuck hole.

Your slick makes the toy slide in so easily. Tossing your head back, as you struggle to take all of it.

She finally bottoms out, the knot of the toy pressing flushed against your pussy lips.

Rika smiles warming down at you, leaning over, folding you in a mating press, just so she can kiss your addicting lips, her tongue licking up all your drool.

“You didn’t think I’d notice, would you?”

You make a confused hum sound, eyes barely focusing to look at her, before widening in fear, realizing what she meant.

The door.

“Such a naughty, filthy slut! Don’t worry dear, I’ll make sure you remember who’s omega you are.”

She pulls back, leaving just the tip in, and slamming it back into you. She gives you no time to adjust, just pounding into your perfect pussy.

You shriek, gripping her arms, feeling her piston into your cunt.

“Dirty girl, you are mine! Only mine! You’ll stay right here with me.”

Tears stream down your face, crying out at the brutal force of her pounding into your cunt.

“Daddy! Oh god- daddy! I’m- I’m sorry!”

You start squirming, the pleasure being too much. She doesn’t slow her hips, only putting all her weight into it.

The tip of the strap battering against your womb, with every rough thrust.

You jump, squealing as she slaps your thigh, your skin burning from the hit, only for it to be followed with another, and another.

Every time she pushed flushed with you, a smack was landed on your burning thigh.

“Fuck, you’re such pretty girl like this. All sobbing for my cock.”

The knot slamming against your creamy pussy, it’s too much!

Your chest bouncing with every slap of her hips. Your mouth hangs open, letting out all your moans and squeals.

“F-fuck, Rika!” Your arms wrap around her shoulders, clawing at her back.

“I’m gonna cum! Please daddy let me cum! T’much! I can’t- please! Mark me! Markmemarkmemarkeme-!”

Fuck, she can feel her cunt dripping, you’re just so irresistible! She can’t hold out, she needs you!

“Be a good little bitch, and cum all over my cock.”

You cry, wanting her to mark you as her mate, but she’s relentless. Her thrusts never slow, fucking into your sweet spot over and over again.

Your eyes roll back as your vision goes white. Rika moves, grabbing your hips and slamming the knot of the toy into you. You wail as you cum, body shuddering feeling Rika furiously rubbing your clit, while she grinds the strap into you.

“Yeeaaah that’s it, so fuckin pretty for me.”

She helps you ride your high, only stopping when you whimper. Rika buried her face into the side of your neck, nuzzling and licking your scent gland.

She can feel her slick coating her inner thighs, as her pussy throbs, desperately wanting anything!

You lazily look at her, her long forest green hair a mess, some sticking to her sweaty skin, her face dusted pink, she has a glow to her.

“Wait, wait don’t move, I’m- aahh!”

You press your head back against the pillows, biting your lip to hold back your cry.

Rika carefully pulls the strap out of your abused hole.

“We aren’t done yet, sweetheart.”

You raise your head to watch her get out of your nest, quickly undoing the harness, and stepping out of it. Crawling back in, she slides one of your legs under her, straddling it while she lifts your other over her shoulder.

Your breathing hics, feeling her wet pussy against yours.

“One more, princess, be a good girl and make me cum.”

You scramble, gripping and digging your nails into her thighs.

Rika doesn’t wait, grinding her cunt against yours. She leans her head back, moaning softly. Oh she’s waited so long for this! To feel your pussy rubbing against hers, feeling your clits grind against each other.

With every roll of her hips, she leaves you shrieking. You’re just too sensitive! It’s too much! Too good!

“Daddyyy! S-so good!”

Rika grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to her. She shoves her face back into the crook of your neck, breathing in your addicting scent.

“Ooh my pretty mate. You know how to make me feeling sooo good! Fuck!”

The room is filled with Rika’s breathless praise, and your loud cries.

“Lemme feel your pussy gush against mine, please? Do it for daddy, baby.”

You tilt your head away from her, giving her more access to your neck.

You bring one hand up, squeezing your tit. You nearly thrash, practically screaming as Rika bites down on your scent gland, your pussy gushing and creaming all over hers, as she marks you as her bond mate.

The taste of blood fills her mouth, her eyes rolling back at the added wetness and heat. She grinds her hips faster, reaching her end when you shakily bite down on her scent gland, giving her the same mark.

You whine loudly, feeling your alpha growl against you. She slows her hips to a stop, and starts gently licking your new mark.

“My good girl, such a sweet omega I have. I love you.”

You can only moan softly.