◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ yhwach’s shadow loomed over you like a cathedral—tall, terrifying, holy in his own wicked way. the kind of presence that filled a room without needing to speak. and when he finally did? that deep, rich voice poured over your skin like molten heat, slow and final, like a sentence passed down by god himself.
“open,” he said, calm. inevitable.
you were already on your knees, hands trembling against the thick muscle of his thighs. he hadn’t even undone his robes yet—just stood there, massive, regal, eyes glowing with a kind of ancient hunger that made your insides twist. you wanted to please him. desperately. desperation you hated yourself for. and he knew it. he fed on it.
mouth open, tongue out, eyes wide and watery already with need. you felt his hand slide into your hair—big, rough, heavy with command—and then he undid his robes.
his cock dropped free like a weapon. massive. veiny, thick enough that your jaw ached just looking at it. the head flushed dark, already glistening with precum, twitching slightly as he loomed closer, like it knew your mouth was next.
“oh,” you whispered, breath shaky, eyes locked on the obscene weight of it. “i—i can’t—”
that hand fisted in your hair tighter, not painful—yet—but demanding. dominant. his voice like thunder trapped in silk.
“you’ll try,” he growled. “you’ll choke. you’ll cry. and you’ll thank me for the privilege.”
he pressed the tip against your lips. the size of it forced your mouth open wider, spreading your lips obscenely before you’d even taken an inch. the taste of him hit your tongue—clean, musky, potent—and your whole body shuddered.
“look at that,” he rumbled, watching you with burning amusement. “struggling already.”
not slow. not cruel, either—but deliberate. controlled. he wasn’t going to let you decide how much you could take. that wasn’t your place. you were here to be used.
your lips stretched wide, jaw already aching, spit leaking down your chin as he fed you more of that thick cock, the head alone nearly too much to handle. you gagged—wet and loud—and he smiled.
“there,” he sighed, as though content with the sound. “now you’re learning.”
you clawed at his thighs, not to push him away—but to stay grounded. he didn’t stop. just slid in further, deeper, until your nose was nearly buried in the dark hair at the base of his cock. your throat clenched, fought, gave.
you couldn’t breathe. couldn’t think. just drool and choke and tremble as he held you there, throat stuffed full, lips swollen around the girth of him.
“such a tiny mouth,” he murmured, brushing a thumb across your ruined cheek. “and yet, you’re taking it so well.”
he pulled back—just enough for you to suck in a ragged gasp—then thrust in again. slow, cruel rhythm. letting you suffer. letting you adjust.
“sloppy little thing,” he chuckled as spit streamed from your mouth, down your chin, soaking your chest. “you wanted this. needed to be reminded what you belong to.”
you moaned—choked on it—and his cock pulsed on your tongue.
“you’ll take it,” he promised darkly, voice vibrating through your bones. “all of it. down your throat. in your stomach. on your face. you’ll beg me to feed you every last drop.”
and when he finally groaned—deep and guttural, hips snapping forward as he bottomed out, his cock lodged down your throat, cum spilling straight into your gut—it felt like a benediction.
your eyes rolled back. your whole body shook. and yhwach just exhaled, satisfied, keeping you still as he fed you every last drop of himself.
“good little mouth,” he purred, petting your hair. “so obedient when you're full.”
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