The JOC Library

it’s finally summer, you’re out with nothing but a revealing top and low-waist jeans. the heat has been no joke lately.

you’re on a walk, sucking on a lollipop as you see a group of people in front of a building. some of them are dressed weird, like it’s halloween.

you walk past them when you accidentally bump into a man smoking a cigarette.

”oh, sorry!” you say, taking a glimpse at him.

he’s blonde, with longish, greasy hair. fat, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. he’s not dressed weird, like some people around him. but he does have golden jewelry hanging from his neck, along with an upside down cross. rings on each finger.

he stinks of sweat.

”what’s happening here?” you ask. ”it’s a comic thing”, the man explains. he has a thick, scottish accent. ”so you’re all a bunch of nerds”, you tease him. the man chuckles. ”i guess”, he says. ”name’s jimmy”, he says, offering his hand to you.

you don’t take it, he seems gross. you decide to be a bit of a mean girl. he looks fun to tease.

”could’t afford a costume?” you ask him with a grin, sucking on the lollipop. ”i donnae like dressin’ up”, the man says.

he’s staring at your lips. ”want some?” you ask, offering him the lollipop. ”i-”, the man starts, almost taking the lollipop.

but then a woman shows up. ”baby, what you doing?” she asks. she’s dressed as some elf. your knowledge of elves goes as far as the lord of the rings, so you don’t really know who she’s supposed to be.

”who’s this?” the woman asks, looking at you with a frown. she’s very clearly jealous. who can blame her? you’re very pretty. for jimmy you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, way prettier than his girlfriend.

you introduce yourself. ”i was just curious about your little event here”, you say.

”ye’re not into comics?” jimmy asks. his girlfriend grabs his arm, death-staring you. ”no, i think comics are for losers”, you say with a nasty grin.

the woman scoffs, but jimmy lets out a genuine, soft laugh. ”ye’re not a loser, i see”, he says.

you shrug, puckering your lips around the lollipop. jimmy’s staring.

”okay, baby, let’s go!” his girlfriend says, pulling him away.

”we’ll be at the bar later, you should come!” jimmy says.

his girlfriend looks at jimmy with the kind of look where you’re sure he’s going to be dead.

you chuckle to yourself as the two leave.

”should i dress up?” you call to jimmy. ”hell yeah!” jimmy says.

should you go? it would definitely anger his girlfriend. but you honestly think it’s kind of funny. sure, you’re a feminist. but this is just too good.

when evening comes you start picking out an outfit. you own bunny ears, so you put them on with a white, revealing top and a pink, short denim skirt.

the bar is full on people from the convention. you spot jimmy and his girlfriend talking to some other nerds.

so you tap jimmy on the shoulder.

”ye made it!” he says. ”and all dressed up”, he adds with a grin.

”yeah, gotta blend in with the crowd”, you say.

”well i’m sorry, but ye don’t blend in at all… it’s a good thing”, jimmy chuckles.

his girlfriend takes his arm again, looking at you like she wants you dead.

”i’ll get a drink”, you say. ”i’ll buy ye one!” jimmy answers. ”no you won’t”, his girlfriend hisses.

you chuckle and head to the bar.

you see jimmy’s girlfriend complaining at him, most definitely about you. it’s funny, he’s shamelessly flirting with you in front of her. poor woman. you’re way younger than them as well. must be awful having a younger, prettier girl talking to your man.

and jimmy? well, he’s disgusting to you. he has nasty, yellow teeth. and he stinks. you can’t believe how any woman would go for that. maybe they’re desperate in the nerd circles. but it’s just fun for you, a silly joke.

you come back after getting your drink.

”ye left this!” jimmy says, handing you your phone. ”oh, thank you”, you say with a smile.

”we’re actually gonna leave”, jimmy’s girlfriend says. ”aww, the night is still young!” you say. ”yeah, let’s stay!” jimmy says to his girlfriend. ”baby, i said i wanna go”, she answers. ”fine”, jimmy says, rolling his eyes.

”well bye then!” you say, gently stroking jimmy’s arm. his girlfriend pulls him back immediately.

as they leave their friends stare at you. ”what were you doing just now? his girlfriend was right there”, one of them says. ”piss off, loser, learn to take a joke”, you say, rolling your eyes. ”not like i’d ever touch him, even with a stick”, you add. their friends stare at you, in disbelief.

you leave the bar, how boring.

what you don’t know is that jimmy is tracking your phone.

as you go home you put on your pyjamas, short shorts and a top since it’s warm.

jimmy waits for his girlfriend to fall asleep, then he moves.

he arrives at your apartment building. the door is open, lucky for him. at your door he starts messing with the lock, something a friend taught him.

you hear the door opening. what the fuck, someone breaking in? shit, you don’t see your phone anywhere.

”hello?” you call out.

jimmy steps into your bedroom.

”what the fuck?” you yell.

”aww, not in the bunny costume anymore i see”, jimmy says.

”get the fuck out of my house!” you hiss.

”ye were all sweet before”, jimmy says, walking up to you.

”yeah, that was a joke! not an invitation to break into my apartment!” you hiss.

jimmy suddenly grabs you, forcing you into his sweaty arms.

you try to scream, but he puts a hand in front of your mouth.

”if ye scream i’ll do somethin’ way worse than fuckin’ ye, got it?” he whispers. ”maybe i’ll kidnap ye if ye won’t shut it”, he adds. ”so how’s it gonna be? ye gonna be a good girl?” he asks. you nod, tears starting to fall down your cheeks.

”now..” jimmy says, looking at you. ”ye were such a cunt tae us”, he says with a grin. ”acting like ye’re so much better”, he adds.

”i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it!” you cry pathetically. ”aww, dinnae mean it?” jimmy mocks your tone.

”ye’re gonna make it up tae me”, he says.

”please no”, you cry. ”i bet your girlfriend is wondering where you are!” you say. ”i hate that fucking ugly bitch”, jimmy sighs. ”nothin’ like ye..” he adds, grabbing your hair. he sniffs it. ”mmh, fuck, ye smell like heaven”, he says.

”i should break up wi’ that fuckin’ troll”, he says. ”how about it? ye’d be my wee bunny?” he asks. ”no, no! not in a million years!” you hiss. ”we’ll see about that”, jimmy says with a nasty grin.

you start squirming, trying to break free. you manage to turn around, but jimmy keeps holding onto you from behind.

he starts sniffing you, taking in your scent. your neck, your shoulder, your hair.

”baby.. baby baby baby”, he murmurs, almost to himself.

he starts kissing on your neck, making you shudder. wet smacks leave his lips as they meet with your skin, grossing you out even more.

”ye like being teased, bunny?” jimmy asks you, continuing to smooch on your neck. ”god… ye’re so soft”, he says, gently nibbling on your neck. he starts sucking next, leaving behind hickeys. he’s moaning, suckling on your neck like he’s trying to eat you.

soon you’re filled with love bites. jimmy’s fat body feels soft against your back as he presses himself against you. it would be comforting if the situation was different.

he turns you around, making you look at him. ”there she is.. my pretty wee bunny”, jimmy murmurs.

then he kisses you. you whimper and try pulling away. he tastes and smells disgusting.

but he won’t budge, just keeps sloppily kissing you, forcing his tongue inside your mouth.

he’s a really bad kisser, he’s drooling all over you.

”ye know.. when i had to fuck that ugly bitch tonight i was thinking about ye”, he murmurs, pulling away from your lips. ”made me cum, i never cum wi’ her”, he adds.

you just cry. ”why can’t you just leave her and leave me alone?” you sob.

”cause ye were flirtin’ wi’ me”, he says. ”looked like ye wanted tae be fucked hard”, he adds. ”that fucking bunny costume..” he murmurs.

”ye know what, put the ears back on”, he demands. ”no way”, you hiss.

jimmy grabs the ears from the table and forces them on your head.

”better”, he says. ”cutest wee bunny”, he adds with a smile.

then he kisses you again, pressing his soft body against yours. he’s big, it’s like you’re drowning in his skin. he’s squeezing you hard, almost suffocating you.

he’s opening and closing his mouth against your lips, drooling all over you. you shudder.

he scoops you up and throws you on the bed. he takes off his shirt while you’re too scared and shocked to move. he’s definitely fat. a round, soft belly with cellulite and stretch marks on it. thick, hairy arms. his "tits" are almost as big as yours. he has rolls here and there.

he starts removing his jeans, revealing his thighs. thick, with cellulite and stretch marks as well. he’s wearing dark-purple boxers.

he climbs on top of you.

you’re shaking from fear, terrified of what he’s going to do to you. he seems like a pervert.

his large frame covers yours entirely as he presses his soft belly flush against yours.

you shudder.

"such a wee cutie", jimmy coos. "i bet ye only fuck muscular assholes", he says. "guys who donnae have anythin’ inside their heads", he adds.

"they’re better than an ugly loser like you!" you hiss, tears in your eyes.

jimmy grins, his nasty, yellow teeth full on display. "well ye’re gonna get fucked by this ugly loser", he says.

"ye’re so tiny, i feel like i’m gonna break ye", he chuckles. "gimme a kiss an’ maybe i’ll be gentle", he says, leaning in, puckering his lips, making a kissy noise at you.

you turn your head, disgusted. jimmy grins. "no kiss, huh?" he says. he forces you to look at him. "ye’re so kissable", he says. "soft lips.. an’ ye taste like cherries", he murmurs. then he makes another kissy noise at you.

he kisses your cheek, then the other one. then your forehead. then it’s your lips. his lips are wet, chapped. it’s grossing you out.

he keeps licking into you like he’s trying to eat you. loudly smacking as well, making you shudder. even if he was hot to you, the kiss would be absolutely disgusting.

he descends, starting to kiss on your neck. you have shivers going down your spine as you feel his nasty mouth on your skin.

he’s leaving behind hickeys again, sucking like he’s a fucking teenager.

you cry as he descends more, starting to kiss on your belly, then your thighs. he moves down to your feet and starts peeling off your socks. once your socks are off he fucking sniffs them. what a perv.

”don’t!” you cry.

”ye got such pretty feet, baby”, jimmy purrs.

he gently kisses one of your toes. you flinch. then he puts his mouth around your foot. you start crying louder.

jimmy’s moaning around your foot, fondling the other one with his hand.

he moves to the other one, sucking and licking between your painted toes.

then he starts kissing on your toes and on the soles of your feet.

”pretty baby”, he murmurs.

then, to your surprise he lays down next to you.

”take yer knickers off and sit on me”, jimmy says.

”no way!” you hiss.

that’s when he moves, pulling your panties down and forcing you on top of him.

”no!” you cry.

but he places you on his face, grabbing your ass, keeping you still. his whole face is smushed against your cunt.

he starts eating you, hungrily. he’s moaning loud, clearly enjoying the taste of you.

he lifts you up a bit so he can speak.

"can ye please fart on me?" jimmy asks. "eww, no! fucking perv!" you cry.

"d’ye need tae pee, or anything else?" he asks, hopeful. "shut the fuck up!" you hiss. "one day.." he murmurs, continuing eating you.

his tongue finds your clit and he closes his lips around it, sucking hard. you mewl.

you squirt on him then, the clear liquid wetting his face. jimmy moans and laps it all up.

your legs are shaking as he makes out with your pussy, hungrily, like he’s starving.

he keeps going relentlessly, not taking any breaks. he wants you to come on his face.

you try to stop yourself from having an orgasm, but the way he’s sucking on your clit is too good.

you mewl, coming hard on his face. jimmy lets out a groan and drinks it all up. he lifts you up, putting you on his fat belly. he feels soft under you.

”what next, hm?” he murmurs, looking at you. ”please leave!” you whine. jimmy smirks. ”no way, we’re just getting started”, he says. ”not fair that ye came first..” he murmurs.

he suddenly throws you on the bed, crashing on top of you with his whole weight, nearly taking the air out of your lungs. his fat belly is flush against yours, making you feel crushed.

”you’re heavy.. it hurts”, you complain. jimmy chuckles. ”donnae be rude”, he says.

”i could snap ye in half if i wanted tae”, he says with a grin. ”so tiny.. like a cute wee bunny”, he adds.

your body disappears completely under him, he’s really big. you feel like you’re being smothered.

jimmy leans in, kissing your forehead.

then he pulls his boxers down, revealing more of his fat belly. his cock is absolutely massive, nothing like you’ve seen before.

”no, i don’t wanna-” you whine, but jimmy cuts you off. ”shut up, slut”, he hisses. ”ye’re such a normie cunt, a teasing bitch”, he says. ”all ye girls are the same.. fucking dirty whores”, he rambles. ”i’ll train ye”, he adds with a grin.

you cry as he lines up, rubbing the broad tip of his cock on your folds.

he slams inside you in one go, brutally splitting you open. you cry out in pain, it’s way too big.

”it hurts!” you cry. ”ye deserve it, slut”, jimmy hisses. he starts thrusting, hard and punishing.

his belly is slamming against yours as he fucks you, you still feel like you’re being crushed under him.

”so nice and tight, nothing like that loose troll of a girlfriend i have”, he rambles.

’that just means she’s into you, you fucking incel creep’, you think to yourself.

”ye’re almost too tight, bunny..” jimmy groans, already out of breath. what a fucking loser.

”that’s cause i think you’re fucking disgusting”, you hiss.

”ye think i care, baby?” jimmy asks you, leaning in, going in for a kiss.

you turn your head but he just follows, sloppily licking into you. ”i love kissing ye..” he murmurs. ”i never let that ugly bitch kiss me”, he adds.

”stop talking shit about her!” you lash out at him.

jimmy looks surprised, then he grins. ”oh, so now ye’re a feminist?” he chuckles. ”so cute, standing up tae her..” he mocks you. ”but here ye are, getting raped, like ye fucking deserve”, he continues tormenting you, putting his lips on yours again.

you start crying harder at his mean words, and at the feeling of his cock opening you up.

he’s sadistic in the way he fucks you, clearly enjoying seeing you in pain. such a creep.

he’s panting hard, drool on his chin. you bet he never goes to the gym, or outside for that matter.

”w-would ye ride me?” he asks, burying his face into your neck. ”not in a million years!” you hiss.

jimmy lets out an annoyed grunt. ”such a cunt, making me do all the work..” he complains.

”oh so this is my fault now? fucking incel!” you lash out again.

”shut the fuck up”, jimmy hisses, covering your mouth with his hand, starting to fuck you faster.

tears wet your face as he slams inside you again and again, surely reaching your cervix.

”fuck.. ye’re gonna make me cum”, he moans, kissing the corner of your eye, like it’s a romantic moment.

a few more sloppy thrusts and he comes, thick spurts of warm cum spilling inside you.

he lets out a loud sigh, crashing on top of you, like he just did a fucking marathon.

”get off me! you’re heavy!” you whine, trying to wiggle yourself away from him.

”wha wha”, jimmy mocks you, pulling out. you feel his cum dripping down your inner thighs.

he keeps laying on you, pressing soft kisses on your neck.

”i donnae think that ye deserve aftercare, but i’m still giving it..” he murmurs, positioning himself behind you, taking you into his sweaty, big arms.

he starts kissing the back of your head and your shoulder, while you’re squirming.

”get out of my house”, you hiss. jimmy chuckles. ”ye mean our house, baby”, he says. ”what does that mean?” you ask. ”i’m moving in wi’ ye, bunny. ye’re my girlfriend now”, he says. ”no i’m not!” you cry.

jimmy kisses your shoulder with a loud smack. ”yeah ye are, or d’ye want yer whole family tae see these?” he asks, getting his phone, showing you your own nudes.

”how did you-”, you ask, but jimmy cuts you off. ”and it donnae stop there”, he says, showing you your sex tape.

you freeze. how did he manage to get those? was it when you left your phone…?

”so ye’ll be a good wee bunny and submit tae me”, jimmy says. ”ye’ll cook fer me, do my laundry.. do what women should do”, he continues.

you start bawling. ”aww, baby, donnae cry, i’ll be good tae ye”, he coos. why is he suddenly acting sweet?

”i’ll leave that bitch first thing in the morning, cannae wait”, he says with a grin.

in the morning you’re forced to listen as jimmy’s now ex girlfriend cries over the phone. he’s cold as hell, like he never even loved her. he most likely did not. you feel bad for her, but who you pity the most is yourself.

you agreed to be his girlfriend, after all he has all of your nudes and your sex tape. you don’t want anyone to see those. and you’re certain that he’d just get bored of you and go torment some other pretty girl. you are so wrong…

it’s been three weeks of being jimmy’s involuntary girlfriend. it’s horrible. he’s made you do the most disgusting things imaginable to him, and vice versa.

he makes you do all the things he said he would. you cook for him, do his laundry, clean the house. you feel more like a servant or a sex slave rather than a girlfriend.

he won’t stop kissing and touching you, whether you’re in public or at home. in public people stare, confused on how a guy like him managed to pull a girl like you.

the worst part is the outfits he makes you wear. cat ears, japanese school girl uniforms… he treats you like a sex doll, dressing you up how he likes. and he always fucks you while you’re wearing the outfits too. you cry every time, he makes you feel dirty. like his nastiness is transferring to you.

his now ex girlfriend is absolutely furious about the situation. you bumped into her once at a bar, she tried to punch you in the face. she despises you. you wonder if she’d react differently if she knew the situation. let’s face it, probably not. she doesn’t seem like a woman who supports other women. let’s face it, you haven’t been acting like one either. maybe this is your punishment for being a bad feminist.

jimmy absolutely adores you, he even told you he loved you during the third week. you didn’t say it back, obviously.

he thinks you’re the cutest thing ever, his little bunny.

you’re sat on the couch, watching tv. you were with your friends earlier. you didn’t tell them about jimmy, you couldn’t. not until he forces you to. jimmy likes to isolate you, but he still lets you see your friends sometimes. he’s always tracking your phone, though. and going through it, to make sure you’re not asking for help or talking to other men.

jimmy’s in town, he’s probably coming back soon. you’re already dreading it.

and soon enough, he’s back. with a package, no less.

”got ye a new outfit, bunny”, he says, kissing your cheek.

great.

he opens the package and presents you with a pink maid outfit.

you let out a sigh.

”c’mon, put it on now”, jimmy says. ”and no knickers”, he adds.

you hesitantly take off your clothes and underwear, putting the stupid outfit on. it’s really short, and it comes with a headpiece. jimmy looks at you, in awe. ”ye look so cute, bunny”, he says. ”cutest wee maid”, he adds.

”c’mere”, he says.

you hesitantly go to him. jimmy starts feeling your body, his hands slipping under the maid dress.

”why donnae ye clean the floor fer me, huh?” he coos.

great, he wants to make it a full-on porn scene.

”do i have to?” you whine, squirming off his grip. ”yeah, bunny”, jimmy says, giving you a soft kiss. ”and ye’ll call me master”, he adds. ”i’m not doing that”, you hiss. ”yeah ye are”, jimmy says, like it’s final.

you get a rag and some cleaning spray. then you go on all fours, arching your back the way you think he’d want. you start scrubbing the floor.

jimmy sits on the couch, looking at you. ”look at ye, such a good lass”, he purrs.

”thank you.. m-master”, you mumble.

”c’mere”, he says. you try to stand, but jimmy stops you. ”nuh-uh, on all fours”, he says.

you crawl to him, settling between his thick thighs.

”ye know what i want”, jimmy says. ”y-yes master”, you say, voice shaking.

you unzip his jeans, pulling them down just enough to gain access. then you pull down his boxers a bit.

his cock slaps your face once it’s sprung free. it’s insanely hard. seeing you on all fours, in that outfit really got him going.

you hesitantly take the tip inside your mouth, sucking gently. it’s warm, tastes like salt.

”stop teasing, bunny”, jimmy murmurs.

you take it deeper, not all the way since it’s too huge. then you start steadily moving your head around his cock.

jimmy moans, eyes rolling back. ”fuck, bunny..” he whimpers. ”ye’re a pro at this”, he says.

you look at him in the eyes, you know he likes that. jimmy grins and makes a kissy noise at you.

you’re getting quite tired already, but you don’t take breaks. you want him to cum as soon as possible so it’d be over.

jimmy suddenly grabs your head and forces his cock all the way inside your throat. you gag and spit, snot falling from your nose, but he doesn’t let you go. instead he starts moving his hips, slamming inside your throat, making you gag and cry.

your face is wet from tears, snot and drool as he violates your mouth.

”look at ye, taking me so good”, he coos. ”why donnae ye puke on my cock, huh?” he purrs.

’fucking perv’, you think. he disgusts you so much. you gag again, but you sure as hell aren’t going to throw up on his cock.

so you keep breathing through it, letting him use your throat. you don’t bite, you don’t squirm. just stay still as jimmy slams his cock deep inside your throat again and again.

jimmy’s moaning loud, his precum already leaking inside your throat.

”fuck- fuckfuckfuckfuck”, he moans.

then he comes. thick, salty spurts of cum pour inside your throat.

you gag again, but start gulping it down. you know he expects you to swallow.

he keeps buried inside your throat for a while, not letting you breathe.

then he finally lets you go.

you start coughing and crying.

”aww, bunny..” jimmy coos, wiping your mouth with his thumb. he licks it.

”keep cleaning”, he says. ”can i at least wash myself?” you ask, sniffing. ”no”, jimmy says.

you sigh and start cleaning the floor again, nose full of snot. you feel gross.

jimmy watches you, giving his cock some pumps. it’s hardening again.

you start sobbing, you can’t help it. you’re so tired of this, tired of him.

”no bunny, donnae cry”, jimmy says. ”looks like ye need some loving”, he says, stroking his now hard cock.

jimmy gets up, walking behind you. your cunt and ass are exposed to him.

he grins and puts his sweaty foot on your ass. ”look at that pretty wee hole”, he coos.

he gets on top of you from behind, rubbing his cock on your asshole.

”please don’t!” you cry. ”please don’t.. what?” jimmy asks you. ”please don’t, master..” you whine.

jimmy chuckles. his round belly is pressing against your back as he rubs his hard cock on your ass.

”at least use lube!” you sob. ”nah, this will do just fine”, jimmy says, spitting on your hole, spreading you open.

he starts pushing inside, splitting you open. you cry out, it hurts like hell.

”what did ye eat today, huh..” jimmy murmurs. ”you fucking wish, perv!” you hiss. ”donnae talk tae me like that”, jimmy grunts, slapping your ass.

he bottoms out, you let out another cry.

”please, master, it hurts!” you whimper.

”shh, bunny”, jimmy coos, kissing the back of your head.

he starts slamming inside your asshole, moaning loud. ”s-so fucking good”, he mumbles.

”i love ye so much, bunny”, he whimpers, squeezing your hips, leaving red marks. you would surely bruise from his rough touch.

his fat belly is slamming against your back as he fucks into you, choking on moans.

you just cry and whine, hoping he’d cum soon. ”you’re hurting me!” you sob.

jimmy pets your head, attempting to comfort you. ”ye’re doing so good, bunny, just for a little while”, he purrs.

he comes fast, unable to keep it in from the way you’re squeezing him.

he pulls out, letting the cum fall down your thighs. then he puts his boxers and pants back on.

he scoops you up, sitting on the couch with you in his arms. you’re still crying.

”shh, shh, baby”, he coos, giving you non-stop kisses.

”c-can we break up?” you cry. jimmy frowns. ”no, i love ye, remember? i’ve never loved anyone, not until you”, he says.

you keep sobbing against his sweaty chest, as he strokes your hair and gives you kisses.

”let’s continue watching the boys, baby”, he coos, putting the tv on.

you stare at the screen, feeling empty and defeated.

this is what you get for being a bad feminist.

A LESSON TO EVERYONE: REMEMBER TO BE A FEMINIST AND DON’T FLIRT W OTHER GIRLS MEN!!! I AM ALWAYS WATCHING

Remmick had seen your sleeping form and just couldn't resist. It wasn't like you didn't put out; he'd had his dick down your throat just the night before, tears streaming down your cheeks while you gagged until he came, cum and spit dribbling out between your lips.

He'd found you lying on your back, and roughly rolled you over on your front, before pulling your ass into the air. You'd definitely have bruises tomorrow but he wasn't paying attention to that; he barely remembered that you actually needed to breathe and quickly turned your face to the side so you wouldn't suffocate while he was fucking you.

(Remmick would never actually tell you this, but he had had the occasional thought of fucking you… posthumously. Not having to worry about hurting you too bad or breaking anything while putting you in the perfect position, being able to fuck your cunt as long as he wanted or was able to… he daydreamed about it sometimes.)

He briefly nuzzled your ass, leaving open mouth kisses on the globe. His mouth watered as he briefly thought about biting you on your thigh and sucking you nearly dry instead of forcing himself into your tight heat.

You breathed out a sigh of pleasure and the scent of slick hit his nose. He swallowed down saliva and lined himself up, watching your wet heat drip onto the sheets. He fed the head of himself in, and you gasped in your sleep. You were soaked but still tight as hell, and it felt like your cunt was trying to pull him in all on its own.

Remmick had both hands tight on your hips, claws digging ever so slightly into the plush skin he found there. He thrust in, out, in, out, each time sinking deeper and deeper into your cunt, until he was fully seated, flush with your ass.

On the first hard thrust, you began to wake up. You were moaning before you even fully recognized what was going on; all you knew for certain was that you were smushed into the mattress and you felt unbearably full.

"Remmick," you moaned, your fingers curling into the sheets in an attempt to find any amount of purchase you could. Your orgasm was fast approaching, the feeling already beginning to bubble in your stomach.

"Ah, my girl's awake," he replied, and gave a particularly deep thrust, hitting a spot inside of you that made you see stars and gasp. He could tell you were already close, your walls clenching tight around him. He reached out and circled your clit only a couple times before you were coming hard, pressing your ass against his pelvis as you gripped the sheets for dear life.

He paused for a moment, barely allowing you to catch your breath, before he started thrusting again, this time chasing his own release. His finger continued circling your clit.

"Oh fuck, Remm-" Another hard movement. "I don't know if I-"

"You got another one in there, come on," he interrupted, changing his aim so every thrust plunged into you and hit that spongy spot. You'd been thrown past overstimulation, hurdling towards another orgasm. Remmick opened his mouth and watched as drool dripped out, sliding down over your asshole before mixing with the creamy ring of slick around his dick.

"Ohmygodohmygod-" you were babbling at this point, a trait you had learned from him during sex. He leaned down, pressing his front against your back to whisper in your ear.

"I'm gonna fill up this tight cunt so she's drippin' for days."

You moaned loudly as the dam broke and you came hard, gushing all over Remmick's dick and the sheets. You clawed at the bedding and he moaned as you tightened around him like a vice grip.

Remmick shouted as he came, pulsing inside of you. You felt a hot, stinging pain that melted into buzzing pleasure as he bit your shoulder. You sobbed as you felt him fill you up, hot and endless. Your breath stuttered every time he jerked inside of you, sending aftershocks through your body.

It was palpable whenever the two of you went to the supermarket and happened to pass by the ‘baby section’. The way your bottom lip stuck out in awe at every one of the products specially designed for the little humans. Whether it was a bassinet, a bouncer, or one of those rubber bibs that could catch food, you were obsessed. Anything jungle or “Lion-themed” in the slightest sent you over the edge. Your own Lion—your Walter—tried to remain impartial, merely nodding along warmly at every tiny, cute thing you presented to him in adoration. But even he couldn’t stave off his own genuine curiosity. 

“Wonder how much use you’d really get outta this kinda thing,” Lion arches his eyebrow skeptically.

He holds up a medium-sized box containing a 3-in-1 baby bottle warmer. Its inoffensive pastel yellow packaging and loopy-de-loop bumblebee design has you endeared to the product instantly. You shrug, clearly never having had any firsthand experience with items like it.

“I dunno,” you say, “My co-worker Becca had like six different versions of these on her gift registry when she was preggers. You remember Becca, don’t you?”

“Sure,” Lion says.

He does not.

“Guess there’s some that sanitize and defrost and others that can only do breastmilk or only formula—it’s just, like, a lot,”

“And that’s just for warming up bottles,” he sighs with exasperation, a faint drag of a smile forming on his face.

Lion sets the box back on the shelf, watching as you smooth your fingers over the cottony four-pack of onesies hanging on a rack of other unisex baby clothing. You had both made your desires to have kids somewhere down the line clear from damn near the first date. Even still, the two of you carried on like the consummate adults you both claimed to be. For the first few months of dating, Lion wore condoms whenever the two of you were intimate. You had been and still were on the pill, even three years later. 

While you had found stability with your career in accounting and Lion, with his limited formal education background, managed to secure a job in management at your local youth rec center, the goal was to wait until after you were married. As that was the orthodox way. But the more you’d been mulling on it, the more it truly occurred to you just how unorthodox what you and Lion had was. 

For starters, he moved in with you in less than a year, much to the dismay of your mom and dad. He was, of course, a big-time sports fan and ex-boxer who still grappled with the physical consequences to this day. You barely ran the mile in under twenty minutes in high school P.E. By some of your friends’ accounts, you and Lion were an odd couple. Many found you akin to a 2000s teen romcom, with Lion subscribing to the knucklehead jock stereotype,e and you embodying the geeky mathlete profile.

But you loved him to the moon and back, and he loved you, and you alone lit up the sun. It was deeper than date nights, consisting of takeout or putting on scary movies he hid in your chest for the entirety of. Though those didn’t hurt either. From his shaggy copper-brown locks to his crooked nose to his shaky hands and his bouncing knee—those eyes were home. And you never, ever wanted to leave. 

Not without some little footsteps trailing behind you, at least.

You peer back over your shoulder, eyeing the progress Lion’s been making with the zipper of your midi bodycon floral print dress. He was struggling a fair bit with it on account of his arthritic fingers, and you were beginning to feel bad.

“D-Do you need…? Lion, I can just—”

“N-N-No, I-I got it. Y’asked me to. I can do it,” he says in a determined tone.

“Babe,” you chuckle, “Seriously,”

“...think it’s caught,” he mutters.

You roll your eyes, not believing him at first, redirecting your focus to securing one of your hoop earrings to your ears. A few more moments pass, and you sigh, wanting to just do it yourself. You nudge his hands away, awkwardly wrangling the zipper into your hand from behind your back. The angle makes your shoulders ache,e but you soon realize the zipper is indeed caught on something, more than likely the dress itself. 

“Shit. I’m sorry, Li. I thought you were just messing around,” you cringe. 

“Who? Me? Messing around? Never,” he jokes in his thick Bostonian accent you love. 

You scoff and let the dress sleeves hang limp off of your shoulders, the zipper barely stretching up over the curve of your ass. You pivot on your heel to face Lion, half-dressed, while he looks swell in his baby blue button-up and navy tie. 

“Guess I could just show up to dinner like this?” you say, eyebrows raised.

He snorts at your blatantly exposed torso and pastie-covered nipples, bobbing his head along to your suggestion. With open arms, he takes you in, grinning and pressing a kiss to the crown of your scalp. Then he humorously begins to lightly sway with your figure, sashaying to some imaginary music in his brain.  

“At least then this cheap ass dress might look half-decent,” you muse.

“Please. Y’could show up in a burlap sack and you’d still knock ‘em dead,” he murmurs into your hair. 

“Uh-huh. Totally. I’m no Marilyn Monroe, that’s for sure,”

“You are to me,” he says, candidly, “You are,”

You gaze up at him, mustering a tender smile while a lump grows in your throat. You clear it, shaking off any impending teariness.

“You make me weepy with my makeup done while I’m also out of that good waterproof mascara, and it’s your ass, just so y’know,” you chuckle, playfully nudging his shoulder. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he folds, releasing you. 

Before he can so much as blink, you’re pulling off your dress and tearing into your closet, flinging various garments onto your shared bed. He watches in amusement and occasionally picks up a piece of clothing to look at it.

“Gimme a color,” you huff, hands on your hips.

“What?”

“A color. To wear.”

“…ehm…pink,”

“Pink,” you snort, “Any particular reason, my love? Feelin’ romantic?”

“Something like that,” he says, sheepishly, beaming down. 

After a few more moments of indecision, you land on a pale pink ruched, off-the-shoulder milkmaid style dress that you hadn’t worn since last spring.

A daring choice for dinner, but it was comfortable and hugged your curves in all of the right spots. Its skirt flared out just above your tummy in a way that didn’t make you feel self-conscious and instead put emphasis on your shape. Its hem ended just above your knees. You decided to pair it with your maroon Mary Janes and some white knee-high ribbed stockings. The whole outfit was darling, and you felt cute in it. Lion did make a mental note of you going braless. 

In fact, for the entire dinner, his gaze remained fixed on your chest, his mind preoccupied with nothing else. He sat opposite you as you insisted on sitting next to your girlfriend Maya, while Lion, in turn, sat next to her fiancée Derek.

While your dress was by no means revealing or left little to the imagination, Lion was mesmerized by the way the fabric ghosted over your breasts. It sort of gave the illusion that they were larger and more pronounced. Full.

It made the end of his cock bob in his pants, dribbling into his boxers. Derek had to repeat himself multiple times, as you’d overheard. You catch Lion staring at one point,t and he flinches, looking elsewhere out of embarrassment. This causes you to giggle and take the short heel of your shoe, gliding it over the top of his sneaker flirtatiously. 

It was not long after that that Lion hastily asked for the bill.

Lion fumbles with his keys more than usual as he attempts to unlock your shared apartment’s front door. You spectate with amusement, playing with one of the belt loops on his jeans. 

“You’re cute when you’re anxious, y’know that?” 

He looks over at you, eyelids fluttering like he needs to focus extra hard to process each one of your words. You wonder if he even heard you over the blood thumping in his ears, the bulge in his jeans not having waned in the slightest. 

He manages to unlock it, propping it open for you as you slink in. You busy yourself with setting your purse down on the small table nearest to the door as Lion secures both the doorknob and doorchain. It's as if he wants to ensure not a single soul would be able to interfere with the two of you. Before you can even say a word, he’s on you. Groping, grasping all the softness your body has to offer. 

“Easy, tiger!” you giggle, “Haven’t even gotten my shoes off,”

“Not a tiger…I’m your boy…I’m your Lion,” he mumbles, against the skin of your neck.

You take his face into both hands, his gentle, tealish eyes finding your own. 

“Mmm… my Lion. That’s right, baby. You’re my Lion. My sweet, sweet boy. Aren’t you?”

He whimpers against your collarbone, hands supporting your lower back. 

“Really think I’m pretty, Lion?”

He nods, trembling

“Prove it.”

“B-B-Baby, f-fuck, you’re takin’ it. You’re takin’ it so good. D-Didn’t think it-it’d—but y’did,” Lion babbles, cheeks flushed, “Fuck.”

His hair was matted with sweat while his Adam’s apple bobbed with each gulp. His quivering fingertips were clinging onto the flesh of your hips for dear life as you bounced up and down on him ceaselessly. You being on top took some maneuvering due to his size, and there were many times when you had to tap out because it was just too uncomfortable. 

This was not one of those times. 

“I-I-It’s s-so deep, fuck. Fuck. Li, I mean it, I feel it in my chest, oh my god,” you sob, lip trembling.

You clutch at your bare tits that have been strewn about wildly with your reckless pace. Ever since you began riding him this time, you noted how his eyes had been tightly wound shut out of fear of finishing too quickly. It was typical when you were on top of him in any fashion—riding his cock, holding him when he was rather anxious, plucking his brows—for his eyes to take on a floaty, frantic appearance. 

Like he couldn’t decide where to look first because you were just that gorgeous to him. 

“Lookit me, Li,” you pant, “Look at me. I’m bouncing on it so good, aren’t I? Huh?”

Those nails grip your sides suddenly while his tongue darts out to swipe across his lips, mouth agape and breathy.

“Yes, baby. Yes, yes, yes, it’s so good,” he whines, eyes still closed.

“Oh, yeah? How come y’ain’t looking at me? Hm? Not pretty enough for my little kitty cat?” you tease.

In an instant, Lion’s eyes snap open to defy your claim, borderline insulted that you would say such a thing about yourself. Just when you think he couldn’t pry at you any harder, Lion takes over, ramming you down onto him repeatedly.

Tears prick your eyes at the pink scratches his short nails dig into your plush hips. The head of his dick bores deeper into you more and more, your cervix taking the brunt of his ruthless pace. The wet, sloppy noises of your cunt quickly gliding over his length overtake the room. It’s downright pornographic. You nearly feel betrayed by your pussy, the way it squelches and grips around him. The way it sings for him.

“So fuckin’ pretty, takin’ it like that. Say you’re so pretty takin’ this dick,” he grunts, “Go on, say it,”

“Mmngh, I-I’m s-so pretty…” you whimper into his neck, bracing your weight against him.

“No…,” he says in a low voice, correctively.

It's a warning tone you’ve never really heard his voice take on before. It makes you sigh high-pitched and pitifully into his ear out of embarrassment. Usually, he was the shy one. 

“I-I’m s-so f-fuckin’ pretty, takin’ t-this dick,” you cry.

Several sharp brisk spanks hit your asscheek and you yelp. 

“Yeah, you are! Yeah, you fuckin’ are!” he says through gritted teeth.

His pumps lose force more and more with every passing buck of his hips. That fighter’s stamina was something else, but Lion could hardly deny himself the release he’d wanted the second you nonchalantly climbed into his lap during the game. Your bedroom TV may as well have been muted with the creaking of the mattress and the ridiculous smacking of skin and your moans that have melted into his own, drowning it out. 

“W-Where? Where, baby? Where d’you want it?” he groans. 

“In here,” you lean back on him, pressing your palm over your lower stomach, “In here. Gimme it. Gimme a baby, Lion—”

Like a hairpin trigger, Lion stiffens as if the wind just got knocked out of him, his thrusts becoming more sparse and punctuated but deep. You take everything he gives you, biting your lip through the almost unbearable pressure being hammered into your core.

He clings to you like you’re going to fade away out of existence, weeping your name into your chest. You coax him back to a more relaxed state by stroking his hair and cooing in his ear. The aftershocks come, manifesting in the form of random, reflexive jolts of his hips. You suck and kiss his neck, smirking at the mess you’ve made of your favorite boy.

Perhaps Lion was more on board with this ‘having a baby idea’ than you’d thought.

End.

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”a commune?” you chuckle at your boyfriend, christian. ”yeah, it’s this secluded community! snake here was raised there”, he says, pointing to his friend, who everyone calls snake.

”it’s an incredible place, you’d love it”, snake says with a genuine smile. ”and we’d be there for how long?” you ask, still a bit suspicious of the whole thing. ”about a month and half, if you end up hating it you can leave earlier”, snake says, smirking.

a commune, in the middle of nowhere. seems like something straight out of a horror movie, but hey, you love horror movies. and getting some romantic time with christian doesn’t seem bad, either. you two have been having a bit of a rough time lately. you’re not really sure whose fault is it, but you really don’t want to break up. you love him.

so it’s decided, you’re all going. you, christian, snake and two others. a couple, josh and mark. josh is doing his thesis on midsummer traditions, so that’s the main reason the group decided to leave. and of course snake, whose visiting his family.

you’re in bed with christian, the night before your trip. ”babe..” you coo, grabbing his arm. ”not now, baby”, christian sighs. ”it’s been a while..” you say, eyes wide. ”i know, i’m just stressed”, he says. ”fine”, you say, rolling onto your side.

it’s been two weeks since you’ve had sex. you’re really frustrated, since at the beginning of your relationship he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. it’s fine, maybe the scottish highlands would bring out his freaky side again.

the trip was exhausting, but you’re finally in a car, almost at your first destination. snake promised you some mushrooms before you arrive at the commune. you first arrive at a green field, with some tents and others visiting the commune. you meet another couple there, connie and simon.

”so like.. is this some sort of tradition?” josh asks. ”it’s just drugs, mate”, snake answers.

you all take the mushrooms and go lie down on the grass. you have no idea how much time has passed but you swear that the grass is growing on you.

”i don’t feel good”, mike whines. ”just relax”, snake says, his voice calming.

you close your eyes, and images of your dead sister immediately start flashing before your eyes. great, it’s that kind of trip. a lot of time has passed since her death, but it still haunts you. how you found her, vomit all over her face and neck. she was a drug addict, ironically. you never say no to drugs yourself but at least you’re not addicted.

the trip fades as the hours pass, soon you’re all tired and kind of nauseous.

then it’s time to go to the actual commune. you start hiking with your backpacks. the mountains are green, some highland cattle here and there. it’s beautiful. you feel like you can actually breathe.

your mouth drops wide open when seeing the commune.

wooden houses in the middle of the green fields, a huge maypole full of flowers, sheep and cows.

beautiful women in white dresses and flowers in their hair, men almost as beautiful and in white outfits as well.

and a fucking bear in a cage. ”is everyone gonna ignore the bear?” josh asks. ”it’s a bear”, snake chuckles.

”what do you think?” snake asks you. ”it’s beautiful”, you say.

”what’s that?” josh asks, pointing at a yellow, triangle building.

”that’s a temple, but no one’s allowed in”, snake says.

”snake, you fucker!” a young man approaches you, jumping in snake’s arms. ”fox, you little shit!” snake says, embracing the man.

”this is jimmy fox, everyone”, snake says.

jimmy fox. he’s wearing a white outfit like everyone else, with a little fox embroidered on his shirt.

”why are you all called jimmy?” josh asks. snake grins. ”it’s just a thing we have, we’re called the fingers. our leader is-”, he starts, but gets cut off.

”jimmy snake!” a voice calls. a man, walking towards you. he’s dressed in a white shirt and white pants, some strange-looking letters embroidered on the fabric.

he has blonde, shoulder-length hair. he wears a tiara, along with golden jewelry and rings on each finger. an upside down cross on his neck. he looks strange to say the least.

”sir!” snake says, smiling. he shakes the man’s hand. ”good tae see ye”, the man says. ”snake here has a good eye for people..” the man says. ”so.. who did ye bring?” he asks. his teeth are yellow, some of them black. it grosses you out.

jimmy snake introduces you all to the man, who seems to be the leader of the community. he has a strange smile on his face. kind, but unsettling somehow.

”this is sir lord jimmy crystal, our leader”, jimmy fox says. you see sir jimmy eyeing you, longer than anyone else in the group. his eyes are blue, piercing.

”call me jimmy”, sir jimmy says with a smile. he’s looking straight at you. you feel uneasy. ”we hope ye will enjoy the celebration”, he says. he has a thick, scottish accent like jimmy snake and jimmy fox.

”show our guests their sleeping arrangements!” sir jimmy says to snake and fox. they nod. ”come on!” snake says, leading you all to a wooden building. it’s absolutely massive. blue walls with paintings all around, many of them very sexual. beds without any privacy or walls, all out in the open.

”what if i wanna jerk off?” mike chuckles. ”with all these dicks on the wall…” josh points out. you chuckle and look at christian, but he’s too busy eyeing one of the commune girls outside the building. you frown.

you’re very hot, so you can’t believe how christian doesn’t seem to see that anymore. you always get hit on when you’re out, you would have men lined up if you broke up with christian. maybe he’s just bored of you. but you’re determined to bring the spark back between you two.

as you’re done unpacking it’s already time for dinner.

you all sit at a huge table, in a strange formation. you’re all standing, waiting for a permission to sit down.

sir jimmy is standing at the front. then you see two older people walking towards the table. they go stand next to jimmy, and as they sit down everyone else does. when they start eating, everyone else does.

the food is good, a lot of vegetables. you swear that sir jimmy is eyeing you, though. at some point he fucking winks at you. you don’t smile, don’t look him in the eye. he kind of freaks you out. there’s another one who’s eyeing people he shouldn’t be eyeing.. christian. he’s busy smiling at the same, red-haired girl he saw outside your sleeping place.

you try not to lash out at him, that would be embarrassing in front of everyone. you just gently take his hand, bringing his attention back to you. he smiles coldly, doesn’t kiss you.

”after dinner we’re gonna have a.. umm.. ceremony”, jimmy fox says. ”what kind of ceremony?” you ask. ”it’s for the elders, you’ll see”, fox says.

the elders suddenly stand up. the man starts making a strange, throaty sound while the woman starts talking in what you assume is old, scottish gaelic. she’s breathing loud in between words. as you’re looking at the woman you see sir jimmy staring right at you again.

then the elders leave, and everyone follows. ”where are we going?” christian asks. ”you’ll see”, snake says.

you follow the people to a high cliff. you don’t see the elders anywhere anymore.

sir jimmy is standing at the front with a wooden, large hammer. you have a bad feeling.

”what’s the hammer for?” mike asks. ”just watch”, fox says, he looks serious.

you gaze at the cliff, and let out a gasp as you see the old woman standing at the edge.

for a second there’s silence. then she jumps. her body crashes against a large stone, breaking her face into pieces.

you scream, so do connie and simon. ”what the fuck?” simon sobs. but it’s not over yet. you let out another gasp as you see the old man standing at the edge of the cliff.

he jumps. but he doesn’t die. his leg smashes into pieces, leaving him laying on the ground, breath coming in shaky.

sir jimmy goes to him with the hammer. he says something in scottish gaelic, then he smashes his head in. blood splatters everywhere.

you let out another scream, grabbing christian’s arm. he holds you this time. simon and connie leave, cursing. ”this is fucked up!” connie says, tears covering her cheeks.

a woman goes to connie and simon, trying to get them to stay. ”you don’t understand, the elders are happy to give their life like this!” she says. ”happy? happy? this is the most messed up thing i’ve ever seen, we’re leaving!” simon hisses, teary eyed.

”babe.. i think we should leave too”, you whisper to christian. ”let’s just take it easy”, christian says. ”the elders have reached the end of their life cycle, this way they won’t be a burden to the community”, snake explains. ”that’s horrible!” you whimper. ”it’s a long tradition”, snake says.

after the ceremony you start packing. you wouldn’t stay in this place for a second longer. as you’re packing you don’t notice sir jimmy coming in.

”leaving so soon, lass?” he asks you. ”oh! sir.. i didn’t-”, you start, but sir jimmy cuts you off. ”call me jimmy”, he says. ”jimmy”, you say. he smiles at you. ”i just- i can’t stay here anymore, i’m sorry”, you say.

”sit”, jimmy says. ”what?” you ask. ”sit down”, he repeats. he sits you down on the edge of the bed, taking your hand. ”i know it’s a lot for you”, he says gently. ”a lot? i don’t understand it at all”, you respond. ”we would appreciate if ye stayed”, jimmy says calmly. ”i-”, you start, but are cut off by christian entering the room.

”babe?” he says. ”christian”, jimmy says with a cold smile. ”we were just talking about ye staying”, he adds. ”yeah, we’re gonna stay, aren’t we, babe?” christian says. you freeze. why the fuck does he wants to stay? for the redhead? ”s-sure, we’ll stay”, you accept your defeat. ”wonderful!” jimmy says, clapping his hands together once. ”i’ll leave ye to it”, he says, releasing your hand, leaving the building.

”what the fuck was that?” christian asks you. ”what do you mean?” you ask. ”that fucking weirdo holding your hand!” christian hisses. ”i- i didn’t ask him to! he just-”, you say, tears begging to form in your eyes. ”what’s with you and that redhead?” you ask him. ”what redhead?” he asks, acting oblivious. ”oh come on, don’t play dumb”, you hiss. ”what? i can’t look?” he asks. ”i’d appreciate if you’d look at me sometimes”, you mumble.

christian sighs. ”come on babe.. you know i don’t mean it like that”, he says. you roll your eyes at him.

you’re forced to stop fighting as everyone else enters the room. outside you hear connie arguing with a man from the commune. ”what? he wouldn’t leave without me!” you hear her say. ”what’s that about?” you ask fox. ”simon left to the train station, they’re gonna pick up connie soon”, he says. ”why would he leave without her?” you ask. ”there wasn’t room in the truck”, fox explains. seems suspicious, but whatever. you’re too busy thinking about christian and that redhead.

as night falls you don’t see connie in the building, she must’ve left. without saying goodbye?

”babe.. i’m sorry”, you say to christian. ”it’s alright”, he answers. a simple ”i’m sorry too” would have been nice in your opinion.

”josh, do you have a sleeping pill for me?” you ask. ”sure”, josh says, handing you a pill. you feel uneasy, so you really want to sleep well.

but even after the pill you can’t sleep. images of the old people getting their heads smashed in keep appearing in your mind.

then you feel it, someone’s watching you. they’re at the door. you can’t see who it is, but you feel their presence. you try to squint, but there’s no one there. you sigh, whatever. maybe it’s your imagination.

you dream of your sister, of the elders. you see a car driving away, with everyone in it. you try to scream to take you with them, but your voice doesn’t come out. only smoke.

you wake up sweaty and crying, you had horrible nightmares all night. everyone else is already awake. ”babe, you alright?” christian asks. ”yeah… just nightmares”, you answer. he doesn’t take your hand, doesn’t kiss you. doesn’t even offer kind words. fuck, do you hate him?

at breakfast everyone is quiet. no more connie and simon. ”wait.. where’s mike?” you ask. ”he went with some girl earlier”, fox says with a grin. ”really? he’d tell me”, josh says with a frown. they have an open relationship. ”i’m sorry, bro”, christian says, tapping josh on the back. ”oh he’s gonna hear about this…” josh hisses.

you can’t explain it, but your drink tastes salty. and it’s thick somehow. ”babe, is your tea salty?” you ask christian. ”nope”, he says. you shrug. you bet the tea has some mushrooms in it, since you feel blurry all day.

you go help the commune women cook, everyone’s super nice to you. you meet a girl named jimmy ink. an older woman says something in scottish gaelic, smiling. ”she said you’re very beautiful”, ink says. ”thank you, she is too”, you say.

at noon you can’t find josh. ”you think he’s with mike and that girl?” you ask christian. christian shrugs. ”i wouldn’t be too worried”, he says.

you get your period. fuck. why now? you start wandering around the commune, searching for a place where you could find a tampon.

you bump into sir jimmy on your way. ”what are ye looking fer?” he asks. ”i- nothing”, you say. ”i think i know, come”, jimmy says. ”what?” you ask. ”come wi’ me”, jimmy says. ”i’m- i’m good”, you say. ”ye should listen tae me”, jimmy says, voice low. you’re kind of terrified of him, so you go along.

he brings you to a small cabin. on the table you see two glasses, must be that mushroom tea again.

”do you have tampons?” you ask jimmy, your cheeks warming up.

”ye won’t be needing those”, jimmy says. ”what?” you ask, confused.

”take this”, jimmy says, offering you the tea. ”i’m good.. i don’t want a bad trip”, you say. ”drink”, jimmy orders. you take the glass, bringing it to your lips. you gulp it down in one go. you taste salt again, and it’s thick. ”i’m gonna go, christian-”, you say, but jimmy cuts you off. ”aye, christian. that one hasn’t been looking at ye for a while”, he says. ”ye deserve someone that sees ye”, he whispers.

then he kisses you. you whimper and try pushing him off, but he grabs your head, holding you in place. his beard is scratching your skin. he moans into the kiss passionately, trying to force his tongue inside your mouth. you don’t let him.

”ye’re so pure, father told me ye would come”, jimmy says, pulling away from your lips.

”what- father? what are you-”, you gasp, wiping your mouth. he’s still holding onto you.

”father told me a young girl would come, pure as an angel”, he rambles. ”he promised ye tae me”, he whispers the last part.

”i’m not-”, you start, but jimmy cuts you off with another kiss. ”n-no”, you blurt out in between kisses. that’s when he shoves his tongue inside your mouth, dragging it against your teeth and gums, then against your tongue.

he’s moaning again, caressing your body. your hips, your ass, your belly. you shudder. that’s when you start crying, feeling blurry.

”oh no, my angel, donnae cry”, jimmy coos, gently kissing away your tears. his face is blurry, you can’t see his expression. you can only hear his voice, soft and gentle.

jimmy sits you down on the table, peeling off your jeans. you can’t see properly, you can’t move. your body feels numb. everything feels confusing, almost unreal. you almost don’t notice him pulling away your underwear, but as he starts twirling his fingers on your clit you snap back to reality.

”no!” you cry. ”shh, lamb”, jimmy coos. he takes the other glass and brings it down to your crotch. you cry as he gathers your period blood inside the glass, the color of the tea turning dark.

he brings it to his lips. ”ye drank something from me, now i drink something from ye”, he says. ”what do you mean?” you sob. he doesn’t answer, just drinks the whole thing. you gag at the sight.

”now let me drink it from ye”, he says, spreading your shaking legs. ”no, stop!” you whine. ”help!” you scream. ”christian!” you cry out. ”he won’t be helping ye anymore”, jimmy says, voice low.

he brings his mouth to your bloody cunt, licking a slow stripe. ”ye taste so sweet, like summer”, he purrs. then his mouth crashes onto your cunt. you cry as he feasts on you like he’s starving, tongue going everywhere it can.

he brings his lips to your clit and closes them around it, sucking with a lot of enthusiasm. he’s moaning, his lips and chin full of your fresh blood.

you just sob, your vision still foggy. ”what’s happening?”, you cry. ”i’m pleasuring ye, aren’t i?” jimmy purrs. ”ye’re shaking, my sweet wee lamb”, he adds. he’s right, your whole body is trembling, mostly your legs.

he keeps eating you like a starved man, moaning and groaning against your leaking cunt. you don’t register it, but you squirt on him. jimmy lets out a moan and drinks it all up, like you’re the fountain of youth.

he takes two, ringed fingers and shoves them inside your bloody cunt, keeping his mouth on your clit. you cry out, arching your back. he hooks his fingers inside you, pushing them deep.

”s-stop”, you sob. jimmy groans as a response and keeps eating you, fingers working inside your cunt, red with your blood.

you wish you could move, wish you could push him off you. but your body is completely frozen, if the trembling doesn’t count.

your vision starts coming back. you gaze between your legs, finding jimmy, mouth glued to your pussy. you sob at the sight, tears completely wetting your face, eyelashes sticking together.

”come fer me, my sweet lamb”, jimmy coos. you cry as your release is ripped from you, violent. you keep sobbing as jimmy wipes his bloody mouth and licks his fingers clean.

”we’ll wait fer the ceremony”, he says, standing up, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

”what ceremony?” you cry. ”i think ye know”, jimmy says, kissing you again. ”my sweet lamb”, he coos, taking you into his arms. you try to squirm, but your body is still numb. ”shh, ye’re home now”, jimmy purrs.

he suddenly scoops you up, carrying you to another cabin. not yours. he lays you down on a bed, kissing your forehead again. ”ye’ll bleed freely”, he says. ”where’s christian?” you sob. ”donnae worry about him”, jimmy says.

he leaves the room, and some women enter. they wipe your bloody thighs and cunt, bring you water and give you a wet towel on your forehead.

you start sobbing again. to your surprise the women start mimicking your cries, sobbing with you. one even sheds tears. it feels weirdly comforting. it’s like they know how much you’re hurting. this goes on for multiple minutes, your cries filling the cabin.

after the women leave you’re left alone, naked, bleeding and crying. after a while you fall asleep. you have a nightmare about jimmy raping you, about him making you eat his cum. you can taste the salt even in your dream.

you wake up to the feeling of needing to pee. you try standing up, but can’t. what was in the water they gave you? your bladder is about to fucking burst.

the bed is soaked with your blood, your thighs are stained with it.

”help!” you sob. the door opens, it’s jimmy. the last person you want to see. ”go away!” you hiss. ”ye called fer me”, he says, sitting next to you on the bed. ”my wee, bleeding angel”, he says, petting your head.

”can you- can you please get someone to bring me to the bathroom?” you ask, swallowing your shame.

jimmy smiles and brings his hand on your lower stomach, where your bladder is. ”go ahead”, he says. ”or d’ye need tae shit as well?” he asks, almost hopeful. you shake your head with teary eyes. ”please..” you sob.

”shh, angel”, jimmy purrs, starting to press on your bladder. ”stop!” you sob. but he just keeps going. he climbs on the bed, putting his head between your thighs.

you feel like your bladder is about to explode, but you keep holding it in.

jimmy hums, pleased and shoves two fingers inside you, pressing harder on your bladder. you cry out.

that’s when it happens. you start peeing on jimmy’s face and fingers. jimmy lets out a moan and opens his mouth, starting to drink your piss.

you gag at the thought alone.

he puts his mouth on your cunt, drinking straight from the source. he’s gulping it down, moaning like it’s the most delicious juice.

the bed is soaked, so are your thighs. jimmy is drenched as well, his mouth, chin, neck and chest are wet from your piss.

you start bawling as you finish peeing, feeling humiliated. jimmy’s fingers are still inside you. he slowly withdraws them, popping them inside his mouth.

”ye taste so sweet, my angel”, jimmy coos. you keep sobbing loud, vision blurry from all the tears.

”shh, shh, wee lamb, no need tae cry, ye’re wi’ yer future husband now”, he purrs.

”future husband? no way!” you cry. ”aye, it’s true. it’s decided, ye’re tae me my wife, my wee broodmare”, he rambles. ”ye’ll give birth tae my sons and daughters”, he adds. then he forces a wet kiss on your lips.

mwah

you taste your own piss and period blood on his lips, you gag.

you keep crying as jimmy starts kissing away your tears, lips smacking grossly on your skin. ”stop, please stop!” you sob. jimmy chuckles, kissing your nose. ”ye’re gonna have tae get used tae my kisses, angel”, he says.

”c’mon, open yer mouth”, jimmy purrs, coaxing your chin. you spit on his face. he chuckles, bringing your spit to his lips. "no kisses fer ye?" he asks. you shake your head. "too bad", he says, forcing your mouth open, locking lips with you again. his tongue pushes in immediately as he starts sloppily making out with you.

you whimper and try to squirm, but he’s holding you in place. you try turning your head, but he follows every time, not letting you part your lips from his.

he climbs on top of you, continuing kissing you with loud smacks, making you shudder.

"how i wish i could fuck ye now, i bet ye’d feel so nice and warm fer me", jimmy coos against your lips. you can feel his clothed boner pressing against your cunt.

"my wee angel, my baby, i can already see ye pregnant, father told me ye’ll bring me many children", he rambles. "ye’re so young, still so fertile, poor baby, must be tough being locked away wi’ an old man like me", he continues tormenting you. "but ye’ll get used tae it, learn tae love me, like i love ye", he whispers the last part.

"that’s not love! you don’t know me!" you sob. "i know ye, angel", jimmy says. "know how ye’re stuck wi’ grief, ye need someone tae take care of ye", he adds. "i have christian, i love him!" you cry. "no ye don’t", jimmy says, his eyes darkening.

"i could kiss ye fer hours", jimmy purrs, squeezing your cheeks together, giving you yet another wet kiss. "rest now, angel, soon ye’ll participate in the competition", he says. "what competition?" you ask. "where we choose our may queen", jimmy says with a gentle smile. "i don’t wanna, i wanna go home!" you cry. "shh, ye are home", jimmy coos.

he leaves you alone, for now.

hours pass. women come in, cleaning you up, changing the piss and blood stained sheets. despite your protest you’re given a white dress and a flower crown. "come!" one of the women says, taking your hand.

you’re taken to the maypole, where every young woman of the community is already waiting. you’re given more tea, one of the women has to nearly force it down your throat.

then you see christian. "baby!" you yell. "i know what you fucking did!" he yells back at you. you freeze. what?

"ignore him", one of the women says. she’s blonde, blue eyed. she has blue details on her dress. "i’m jimmima", she says. then she embraces you. "it’s starting soon", she says with a smile.

you look at your feet, and see grass growing on them. you’re not sure where you are and why.

an older woman starts speaking in scottish gaelic, then the music starts. everyone starts going around the maypole, you with them. you have a feeling you can’t stop.

your vision is blurry, you try to take peeks at christian, but he’s gone. you feel tears forming in your eyes again. but you can’t stop, you won’t stop.

the music suddenly stops, some girls are already on the ground. the woman says something again. jimmina looks at you with a smirk. when the music starts this time, everyone changes direction. you feel nauseous, like you could actually throw up. your legs are burning already.

but you keep dancing, going around the maypole. when the music stops this time, you’re left with seven other girls. "we’re only eight!" jimmima squeals in joy. you smile at her.

when you start dancing again you can hear the other girls talking to each other in scottish gaelic, but you can suddenly understand them.

"wait, i can understand you!" you say, in perfect scottish gaelic.

"of course ye can, ye’re home!" jimmima says.

when the music stops for the last time you don’t register your surroundings. you don’t notice how all the other girls are on the ground.

"we have our may queen!" the old woman screams in scottish gaelic.

everyone runs to you. jimmima kisses your cheek, embracing you. the women all touch you in some way. your shoulder, your hand. the men smile and congratulate you.

then you see her. your sister. she walks past you. "jenny!" you cry out, but she’s gone in the crowd.

you’re surrounded by crazy people, you understand that much. you had to find a way out of there, you and christian could still escape.

then he’s there. sir jimmy. you frown and try to make a run for it, but he grabs you. "my queen!" he says and kisses you, long and passionate. "i need to see christian!" you say. "ye’ll see him soon", jimmy says, kissing your cheek.

that’s when you make a run for it. you push jimmy out the way and start running like crazy, not really knowing where you’re going. you see a small cabin and decide to hide.

you open the door, but are shocked to see what’s inside. it’s simon, hanging from the ceiling by his back, ripped open. his eyes have flowers on them. a blood eagle.

you scream and run out the cabin, bumping into jimmy. "get away from me!" you scream. but jimmy blows something on your face, blurring all your senses. suddenly you can’t remember where you are.

you’re brought to a carriage, forced inside. some women start carrying you towards a field with cows.

you don’t realize what’s happening at all, but suddenly you’re outside again. jimmima is suddenly holding your hand, making you repeat some scottish gaelic words. it seems like you’re blessing something.

after that you’re brought to the dinner table, forced to drink more mushroom tea.

"eat this, it’s good luck", jimmy ink says, trying to force a raw fish down your throat. you gag and spit it out immediately, and everyone starts laughing, like it’s the best fucking joke ever.

you don’t see christian anywhere.

time starts passing by in a weird way, you’re dragged from one place to another, without you knowing what’s happening. you’re drowned in flowers, a huge dress covered in them. you’re wearing a different flower crown now, a bigger one.

soon you’re brought to yet another cabin, a white room. jimmima and jimmy ink are with you. ”we must get ye ready”, jimmima says. ”for what?” you ask. ”fer yer ceremony, silly!” jimmima chuckles. they undress you from the flower dress and start washing you, rubbing you with wet cloths. they wipe your bloody cunt, you don’t resist them. you’re too out of it.

they put you in a white, long dress. jimmy ink puts some flowers in your hair. ”what a beautiful bride”, jimmima says with a smile. ”bride… what?” you start panicking. ”oh, don’t worry, sir will treat ye so good”, jimmima says. ”right, ink?” she asks. ”sure”, ink says coldly. she doesn’t seem too convincing.

they walk you to the maypole again, where everyone is waiting. sir jimmy is standing there with an older woman. the same woman that tried convincing simon and connie to stay. simon…

you don’t have time to start spiraling before ink and jimmima plant you next to jimmy.

the woman starts speaking in scottish gaelic, you can’t understand anymore.

she takes you and jimmy’s hands, wrapping them together with a red ribbon. you immediately try slapping his hand away, but he grabs your wrist, squeezing painfully.

she says something in scottish gaelic, looking at jimmy.

”aye”, jimmy says.

”do you take this man?” the woman suddenly asks you.

”what… no! not in a million years!” you whine.

”that’s alright”, the woman says, looking at jimmy. ”we will go ahead with the ceremony”, she says.

”no, no! i didn’t say yes!” you cry. ”i want christian!” you start bawling. ”ye’ll see him”, jimmy says coldly.

the woman takes a silver cup and gives it to jimmy. he drinks from it, then he hands it to you. you don’t take it. ”donnae be difficult”, jimmy says. when you don’t drink he forces the liquid down your throat. you gag, whisky.

then he grabs you and forces a kiss on your lips. not a normal kiss. hungry, claiming. he’s swallowing your cries, lips glued hard on yours. everyone cheers, jimmima definitely the loudest. jimmy ink doesn’t make a sound.

the kiss lasts forever in your opinion. when he finally pulls away it with a loud smack and a line of drool connecting your mouths.

you start getting really angry, so you try to run off. you would not stay here. that’s when jimmy takes something out of his pocket and blows it on your face again. your vision immediately blurs.

you wake up, sitting on a wooden wheelchair. you can’t move your legs. you can barely talk.

you’re brought in front of a temple, the yellow one where no one was allowed.

there’s a dead bear on a table. the bear you saw when you first arrived. you hear screaming. it’s christian. you look, and see him being dragged by two fingers towards the table.

"babe! help me!" he yells. you can’t do other than cry, suddenly noticing your voice coming back. "c-christian!" you screech, your throat dry. you can’t move.

the other finger knocks christian out. you let out a desperate scream. the thing you see next is so horrifying you wish you could gauge your eyes out.

christian, unconscious is forced inside the gutted bear. you scream and cry, trying to get your legs to move.

then, to your horror you see all the others, being pushed in wheelchairs. no limbs, tree branches on where their limbs would be. stomachs open, fruits instead of guts.

you’re sure that this is some nightmare, had to be. a bad trip.

but as sir jimmy stands next to you, putting his hand on your shoulder you’re brought back to reality. "donnae cry, lamb, it’s all tradition", he coos.

they’re all brought to the yellow temple. you can hear christian waking up, starting to scream.

the temple is then lit on fire. you can hear christians screams. you just bawl, devastated.

everyone else starts screaming, mimicking christian. for a while all you can hear is screaming.

the temple burns, the screams fade. and you’re still crying, mourning your asshole boyfriend.

"time fer the ceremony", jimmy says, starting to push you towards a dark cabin.

"no, no, please no!" you sob, already guessing what’s awaiting you.

you’re brought to a white room, the walls covered in strange, erotic paintings. there’s a man, fabric covering his face. he opens a pot, bringing it to your face. there’s smoke coming out.

"breathe in", he says. you try to hold in your breath, but the smoke covering your face makes you want to cough. and so you breathe it in.

women come in the room. they undress you, leaving you naked, trying to crawl out the door. your legs don’t work. you see jimmima. "don’t fight it", she says.

jimmy scoops you up, starting to carry you towards an ominous-looking door. "no, no, no, no..." you keep repeating, tears completely wetting your cheeks.

there’s no bed, no furniture. just flowers.

jimmy gently lays you down on the floor, so you’re surrounded by flowers. the wooden floor feels hard against your back.

he starts removing his own clothing. soon it all drops on the floor, and you see his cock. it’s fucking massive, hard as hell, oozing precum. the thought alone makes him like that.

someone closes the door, you’re left alone with him. "no, no, no, no... please stop", you sob, desperately moving your head, the only thing in your body that you can move.

"shh, wee lamb, lemme fill ye up", jimmy coos, kissing your teary cheek. "i’ll do anything, just please let me leave!" you beg. "ye aren’t leaving, ever", jimmy says. "ye’re gonna die in this place, wi me", he says.

you keep sobbing as jimmy kisses you, soft and gentle. you bite his lip, the only way you can keep fighting him. jimmy lets out a huff and pulls away, licking the blood off his lip. "feisty wee lamb", he chuckles.

he kisses you again, so you bite him again. he doesn’t pull away this time, just grunts and keeps kissing you. so you try biting him again, harder. you taste his blood.

he pulls away, looking at you with a frown. "i’m a patient man, angel", he says. "but if ye keep testing me i’ll have tae knock ye out", he says. "do it", you say. surely being raped by him and not knowing it would be better than feeling it.

jimmy grits his teeth in annoyance. "ye’re impossible.." he says. "see, i donnae wanna do that. i could break yer legs, would ye want that?" he asks.

you freeze. "that’s what i thought", jimmy says with a grin. "now be a good lamb and let me kiss ye", he says, leaning in, puckering his lips.

you accept your defeat. jimmy keeps eagerly kissing you while softly teasing your clit. even though you can’t feel your legs, you can feel every single twitch of his finger on your cunt.

"they say getting the woman aroused helps wi’ the breeding", jimmy says, like he’s discussing the weather. like raping you is the most natural thing in the world.

jimmy spits on his fingers and brings them back on your clit, rubbing soft circles. you let out an involuntary moan. jimmy smiles and gives you a loving kiss. like he’s your fucking husband. wait... is he?

"my beautiful wife", he coos, rubbing his thumb on your clit.

and then it comes back to you. the wedding, christian. so you start bawling loud. "no, no, no, no.. christian", you sob. jimmy lets out an annoyed huff. "donnae speak his name during our moment", he hisses. "ye’re my wife now, ye’re not his anymore. he’s ashes", he torments you.

he’s seemingly upset that you’re crying so loud, but he keeps teasing your clit, making your legs shake involuntarily.

"ye’re gonna come fer me", he says, like it’s an order. you shake your head, sobbing loud. but you can’t ignore the burning feeling between your legs.

it’s like he knows exactly how to touch you. nothing like christian. he’s driving your body insane, and you hate it so much. hate how your legs shake, how your body twitches even though you can’t move by yourself.

you squirt hard on his fingers then. so you cry louder, humiliated. "stop crying", jimmy says, clearly upset. he doesn’t like the fact that you’re not enjoying this. sure, he can still get off. but he’d prefer if you were into it, into him.

"i want ye docile, i want ye tae kiss me, tae touch me", he says. "fuck you", you spit through your tears. jimmy grunts and slaps your clit, hard. you whimper. then he goes back to rubbing it, like he’s forcing it out of you. and he is.

one more twitch of his thumb and you come, hard, legs shaking uncontrollably. "there she is", jimmy purrs, satisfied.

then he lines up, rubbing the thick head of his cock on your cunt. "no, please, i don’t wanna.. please no", you sob, trying to appeal to his soft side.

but he doesn’t budge, just starts pushing inside. you whimper as the tip enters, way too big to fit properly. he surely was not going to put it in all the way, right?

but he keeps shoving himself inside you by force, brutally splitting you open. you actually scream a bit from pain as he bottoms out.

"shh.. baby", jimmy coos. he sets a brutal pace, slamming inside you hard and fast. it’s like he’s punishing you for crying. his cock is red from your blood.

"stop, it hurts!" you bawl. jimmy ignores you. "at least go slower!" you whine. he ignores you again, like he’s angry at you.

his hips are slamming against yours, his balls hitting your ass as he fucks into you like he wants to break you from the inside.

"ye shoulda been a good wee lamb, maybe then i would’ve been gentle.." he grunts.

"i’ll be good, please, go slower!" you cry. "too late", jimmy says.

jimmy starts moaning and shaking on top of you. his cock hits your g-spot again and again, mixing the intense pain with pleasure.

he wasn’t lying when he talked about filling you up. he really is filling you up, uncomfortably so.

you start dissociating, only feeling pain. throbbing, stinging pain. you stare at the ceiling, flowers painted on it. in the middle of the flowers, a naked man and a woman in an embrace. they look happy, like lovers, unlike you. this was not love. this was something sinister, something cursed. something you hear in stories, where a prince comes to save the princess from the devil. but no one is coming to save you, no one knows where you are.

”look at me”, jimmy’s voice brings you back. you squeeze your eyes shut. he forces them open, plants more kisses on your cheeks. like you’re making love.

he starts going rougher, faster, almost clumsy. he’s close. ”ye were made tae be bred”, he says. ”made fer me, my wife, my soul”, he rambles, planting another kiss on your lips.

he’s panting hard. he leans in, moaning in your ear. you feel even more violated somehow.

”yes- fuck yes- my angel”, he moans, softly nibbling on your ear.

then he says something you don’t understand. ”a thasgaidh”, he whispers.

a few more thrusts and he comes, shaking and moaning your name. his cock is buried deep inside you, his warm cum pouring inside your cunt. he comes a lot.

you cry as he pulls out. cry as he forces you to put your legs up, so that you will surely get pregnant. you’re still bleeding, the floor under you is bloody.

”i’ll be fucking ye every morning, afternoon and night from now on”, jimmy says. ”even more than that”, he adds. ”so ye better get used tae it, ye must at least pretend tae enjoy it”, he orders you.

”i won’t”, you sob. ”never”, you add. jimmy looks at you, almost with pity. it’s like he doesn’t want to hurt you, yet he still did it. and will keep doing it. until you break.

he kisses your forehead. for a while there’s just you and him, your new husband. then the door opens.

you spend all night crying. the women cry with you, jimmima and jimmy ink with them. you’re in your new home, a white cabin in the middle of the commune. painted walls, a large bed. that’s where you’ll spend your life with jimmy.

you try to escape, once, twice. so they tie you to the bed. they keep you naked, so that you’re ready for jimmy.

and when he comes in again you bawl, beg, scream, thrash. he holds you down and fucks you soft, gentle this time. cooing, kissing away your tears. telling you how much he loves you, rambling something in his language. like you’re his whole world.

you wake up with a throbbing pain between your legs. jimmy’s next to you, snoring. you try to wiggle of the restraints, but it’s impossible.

you imagine your life here. as jimmy’s wife, more like his prisoner. is every day going to be just him raping you? you start crying so loud you wake up jimmy.

”my poor wee lamb, crying first thing in the morning?” he purrs, giving you a kiss on the cheek. that makes you cry harder.

”ye must keep quiet, yer bawling will wake everyone up”, he says.

when you don’t stop he climbs on top of your face, pulling down his pants, revealing his hard cock.

”can’t cry wi’ yer mouth full, can ye?” he says with a smirk.

”d-don’t-”, you start, but jimmy’s quick, shoving his cock deep down your throat in one go.

you gag, spit and bile bursting out of your mouth. he starts mouthfucking you, brutally slamming inside your throat.

his balls slam against your chin, wet smacks and your gagging filling the room.

you grind his cock with your teeth, planning on biting. ”if ye bite i’ll really break yer legs, make ye bedbound”, jimmy hisses.

he starts going faster, moaning your name. you hate hearing him say it, it sounds wrong.

he grabs your head and starts moving you, slamming inside your throat even harder. you feel like you need to vomit, but it never comes up. you don’t remember the last time you ate.

his cock tastes like salt on your tongue, precum already oozing out the tip. you have no choice but to swallow, he’s suffocating you.

”that’s it, my good girl”, jimmy moans, getting closer to his release.

then he stops, coming inside your mouth with a loud moan. you can feel his cum pouring straight down your throat. so you start gulping it down.

when he pulls out you’re still crying, your mouth covered in snot, bile and drool.

jimmy starts licking the filth off you, his tongue even going to your nose. you shudder.

”ye did so good”, he praises you. ”i’ll be fucking ye after breakfast”, he says. ”make sure ye’re properly bred”, he adds.

you notice the bump one morning as you stare in the mirror. you’ve been losing weight, so it’s noticeable. you start crying immediately. yeah, you’ve been vomiting and your period didn’t come, but you didn’t want to believe it. not until now.

jimmy is over the moon. he knew you were pregnant, but now he has proof. he drags you around the commune, or what you now call the cult, showing your belly to everyone. everyone is overjoyed, expect for ink. she seems to feel sorry for you. ink is always going somewhere, to the city. you wish she’d take you with her.

jimmy can’t stop kissing on your belly, trying to listen and feel kicks. of course, it would be a while until that would happen.

he spends hours just giving your belly kisses, stroking your thighs, eating you out. that’s how you spend most your days, in bed with jimmy.

he doesn’t let you even work in the garden anymore. most you can do is kitchen work, sitting down. he watches over you at all times, not leaving you out of his sight.

and no one else touches you but him. not even a hug. you crave for human connection, for something real. you still cry every time jimmy touches you.

you have fantasies of burning the whole place down, of sinking a knife in jimmys chest. fantasies of christian coming to rescue you. but he’s dead.

you start producing early milk at week 18. jimmy is overjoyed, eagerly suckling on your milk every time he has the chance.

he massages your nipples to get the milk to come out and latches on like a baby, moaning and purring like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

”nothing sweeter than a young mother’s milk”, he coos.

he treats you like you’re sacred, his touch always gentle and loving. now that you’re pregnant he sees you as easily breakable.

he loves fucking you in doggy, your swollen belly bouncing from him slamming inside you. and he fucks you every morning, afternoon and night or more, exactly like he said he would. every single day.

your water breaks as you’re cutting carrots in the kitchen. you had begged jimmy to let you do some cooking.

you’re quickly rushed to a temple, made for giving birth. you’re surrounded by flowers again.

jimmy holds your hand, kissing your cheeks and encouraging you.

you scream and cry, cursing at everyone around you. you curse at the cult, insulting everything they do. and you tell jimmy how much you despise him.

”baby, ye’re doing so good-”, he starts, but you cut him off.

”fuck you! i fucking hate you, i hope you die!” you curse at him.

no one gets upset. the women mimic your cries as you push out the baby, blood gushing out on the floor.

the baby pops out surprisingly easy, even though it feels like you’re ripping in half.

jimmy cuts the umbilical cord, taking the baby in his arms. you can hear it crying.

”it’s a babygirl”, jimmy says, overjoyed.

oh no. a girl? you really had hoped for a boy. you hate the idea of raising a girl in this fucked up environment. but maybe she wouldn’t be a prisoner, like you. maybe she could go out into the world, like jimmy snake did.

you cry as jimmy hands you the baby. for a moment you despise her, you have a thought about choking her to death. but then she starts searching for your breast, fussing and wiggling like a little worm.

”don’t worry, i’ll make sure you’ll be free”, you whisper.

everyone takes care of the baby, you don’t get much alone time with her, only when you’re breastfeeding.

jimmy keeps drinking your milk, praising you for how sweet you taste. you spend more time with him than your baby, who jimmy named isla.

jimmy gets his sexual satisfaction from sucking on your milk or fucking your mouth, since the elders advised to wait at least four weeks, even more before having sex again. he fucked your ass a couple of times, but you cried so loud he didn’t want to keep doing it, afraid that you’d get hurt.

the days go by in a haze. you in bed, jimmy giving you kisses, praising the new mother. you and jimmy with isla, her grabbing your finger, looking at you with blue eyes, jimmy’s eyes. you hate that she has his eyes.

you’re pregnant again in no time, jimmy says that’s how you were meant to be. he adores your milk, the way your belly and breasts get swollen. he loves seeing you pregnant, it turns him on.

you hope for a boy this time. for someone who won’t suffer the same fate as you.

one night, like all the others you’re in bed with jimmy. isla is asleep in her bed in the other room. she’s surprisingly independent.

jimmy’s kissing on your swollen belly, stroking his cock. then he leans in, pulling your dress to the side, exposing your breasts.

”ye’re gonna beg fer me tae stop again, ye’re gonna cry?” jimmy asks.

you say nothing, staring at the window. you can see the moonlight.

”good”, jimmy says. ”ye’re getting better”, he adds.

he starts rubbing your nipples between his fingers, until your milk starts pouring out. he latches on, sucking on your nipple, gulping down your milk.

you let out a small whimper, which seems to arouse jimmy even more.

”good girl, sing fer me”, he mumbles, mouth full. ”father promised me a boy this time”, he says, looking at you lovingly. ”he’ll be strong, like ye”, he says.

as jimmy pins you down on the bed and starts lining up, you start thinking about christian. the very beginning of your relationship. he was so gentle with you, so loving.

you can’t stop the tears this time. jimmy frowns. ”oh?” he sighs. ”that’s alright, cry all ye want, sweet wife, but donnae wake up isla”, he says.

you cry quiet and soft. every thrust hurts, every slam of his hips makes you whimper. you’re reminded that this is your life now. forever. soon it will be you on that cliff, with some poor girl watching.

and that poor girl will be forced to marry your son, and so the cycle will continue.

you have nightmares that night, terrible ones.

and when you wake up, jimmy’s there, holding you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. your tears don’t stop, you’re afraid they’ll never stop.

Whenever autumn arrives your lifestyle begins to slow down, and this year was no exception. There was a necessity of warmth that Remmick desired to fulfill. You started to share your bed on the colder nights, on those occasions he would feed on a rabbit and let you cook the rest for you.

He would hug you and touch you so delicately, he was tender and soft. Sometimes you would rest on his chest hearing his heartbeat synchronize with yours. On other times, it was so agitated, especially when you would massage his shoulders or hug him from behind. None of you acknowledged what you were doing, and at the same time, neither could stop from doing it.

But this domesticity hid in its innocence a whirlwind of desires and doubts. Remmick convinced himself that you didn’t long for him the way he did for you. Most of the time that was fine by him, he found it was enough to have you as a friend, to have your touch. After all, no other man saw you the way he did. No one else held you through the cold of night. 

But there were times like tonight in which you saw him a second too much or touched him far too good, that made it impossible for him to stay. To stop from imagining things could mean something else, he’d just leave.“Goodnight, honey” he would say and he’d return until the very next sunset. You never asked him what was the matter, but tonight would be different. You couldn’t stand the tension, and it worried you that something else could be happening.

Tonight, the visions felt more intimate, since the beginning you could tell Remmick was expectant. At first, familiar images passed in your mind: his family, nature and his home. But then another face of the Irish countryside manifested. And… you were there. 

The hills raised above, you ran laughing and Remmick was about to catch you. It was the memory of a wish, a longing. You could recognize it, but it wasn't precisely yours…

Remmick held you and you had nowhere to run to, not that you were looking to escape. You touch his face tenderly in the dream, and he’s getting closer to your mouth. That’s when you notice you’re wearing his clothes “My sweet witch” and he finally kisses you tenderly.

Remmick breaks the spell back in the real world, gets up from the bed and practically runs.

“You were not supposed to see that…”

“Rem… please don’t leave” you begged, catching him by his hand.

He turned from the threshold of your door. 

“That was embarrassing, I can’t stay a moment longer.”

“Have I hurt you? Have I done something wrong?”

“What?” He laughed.

“I’m serious, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with me?”

“Do you think I'm leaving because of you?”

“Yes, Rem… please, don’t” You couldn't believe how emotional you were getting, it was painful that he seemed so offended by the idea of wanting you. Unless… 

“There’s nothing wrong with you, it’s me. I'm just… so ashamed, goddamn”

“Does it bring you shame to think of us together like that?… ”

“What? That’s not what I meant. Stop… You’re by far the best woman I know- No, the best human being I’ve ever encountered. And I… I just can’t let myself hope that you-” would not want the same? 

“Why would you leave? Stay, please”

“Look, dove, there are… necessities that I don’t wish to share. You really were not supposed to see that…”

“Is there someone else?”

“What?”

“I know there’s a woman, I just… I’m sorry”

“A woman?” he's laughing with the sound that you have loved since the first time you met him. “Darling, you’re the only one for me…”

“Remmick! Don’t mock me, answer me” he looked at you with tenderness but also surprised by this display of jealousy.

“I’m being honest… and I'm serious” You could swear his cheeks started to blush. “You’re the woman I…” he rubbed his neck and looked at the floor. “...I appreciate the most”.

“Oh… Hm, Then… the feeling is mutual, Remmick”

You should feel grateful for him to consider you his closest friend, yet you couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment. Like you wished he said something more… Before you could say anything else he turned away and conjured:

“There’s no one else, I promise you”

Leaving you all alone, thinking of you both running free in the land of his youth.

Damn you for your insecurities, your jealousy, but mostly, because you brought those questions up. Remmick stopped visiting for a couple of days and now that he’s back, things feel uneasy, uncomfortable. You prayed it was only you, but you could tell he walked around you with extra care. As if he was afraid of upsetting you.

You hated the feeling. Feeling like your peace was at the mercy of a man, worried about becoming this insecure needy being. But was it really being needy? Or were you only judgemental to a perfectly natural human desire? The desire of being loved by the object of one’s affections.

Maybe what you needed was a confession, but it brought you great anxiety to even consider asking him questions about the state of his heart. If you only knew that deep down the swamp laid a heartbroken Remmick, dreaming of your touch once more. 

Usually he starts caressing his chest, imagining it was you, he wonders if you'd enjoy touching him, if his body could inspire desire in you. At first, he tried to find release quickly, but his rituals became extensive soon enough. He would undress and lay over his back somewhere deep in the woods of the swamp, all alone. He would think of your body barely covered by a thin fabric -a dress or a bed sheet-, imagining the color of your nipples, your pubes looming over the cover. His heart rate accelerates by this point. 

Remmick imagines you straddle over him, whispering into his ear, and this gets him so hard. Thinks of your sweet voice calling him petnames, praising his body and his devotion for you. He starts to elevate, and so the stroking begins. First, from the base to the tip, then slaps it against his belly. Imagines that you're satisfied with his length and width. He’d open you fully if you allowed him to. 

His strokes only gets him so far, rapidly his moans and begs fill the air, but there’s no one that would listen to him. He’ll be so good to you, if you ask him to. He can be rough too, if you like it better. He longs to become the type of lover that you'd crave for all the time. He’ll be anything you wish for. 

Lately, what gets him off is thinking that you use him. You ride his face and he uses his tongue to conjure your yells and curses, his strokes become faster and more erratic. You move your hips deliciously and he gets his face covered in your honey. Not much time passes when he’s already spilling his seed. Such a waste. He’s ready to beg that you allow him to pour it inside of you.

After he’s all done and his cleaning needs become more pressing, he wonders what crosses your mind while touching yourself. He only hopes you think of him, it would break his heart if your fantasies involved anyone else. He doesn’t own you, but oh gods, the things he would do to change that. 

Since you both became friends again, he’s masturbating more frequently. At the beginning it was only a couple of times each week, but after the vision of you together in the land of his youth, he’s been fantasizing about domestic scenarios that always end up in sex. So, daily. He’s been finding release even a couple of times per session. He can feel the animalistic side of his desire take a hold of him even when he’s with you at your home.

If you ever get on your knees, or say, if you drop something and bend down to pick it up, if you get too close to him while taking a nap, if you hug him whenever you feel sensitive and need comfort, he would lose his mind. He imagines he’s your man, and you desire him too, and that gets him so heated. He doesn’t know how much he can last like this.

Weeks passed once more, and autumn gave in to winter. It wasn't particularly cold as other places, but you both decided it was for the best if Remmick stayed in your house for the time being. He was elated by this decision. Both of you made the effort of trying to hide your excitement. It was like a sweet temptation.

People started to talk about your potential lover, that you now shared your home with a man. And even if you denied it, there was something deep inside of you that longed for it to be true, for people to know that you belonged to someone. Maybe you have a thing for possessive love. 

It took you a while to admit that your feelings for Remmick were romantic love since almost the beginning. Surely, it started as an attraction: the shape of his body, the particular shine of his eyes, the way he moves and conducts himself around you, around nature, around his former victims. But you also grew affectionate of his jokes and his determination to make you laugh, maybe it’s the way that he’s smarter than what he’d like to prove, and the times he scares you -truly terrifies you- instead of running away, it pulls you to him even more. It’s the way he knows exactly where to push to put you on your knees. 

The confession you so desperately needed happened without any of you looking for it. But to be completely honest with yourself, it was impossible to resist it anymore. The house wasn’t as big and both of you started a game of tempting one another.

Since winter began, you started to wear lingerie-alike nightgowns at night and clothes that hugged your shape by day. On the other hand, Remmick helped around and took care of the house, working only in his trousers and leaving the bathroom door halfway open whenever he took a bath for you to watch him. It was a matter of time, really. The night it happened you had probably released so many pheromones Remmick was already intoxicated by the time it all went down. 

That night a young man knocked on your door looking for a balm that could be used for muscular pain from a recent fight. He had a black eye and a wounded lip. He told you he fought protecting his Father's business from thieves last night, and by the look in his eyes, you knew it was true. You took him in, and guided him to the kitchen where you kept your secrets. When finishing the balm you offered: 

“I can make you an amulet for protection too, but there’s no better enchantment than Smoke and Stack’s blessing, they could take good care of you and your family”

“I’ve tried to speak to them, but they’re just so busy with the Juke. They seem unreachable”

“Don’t you worry. Tell them I sent you, and if they give you any trouble I’m willing to answer their questions” You knew the Moore twins would accept offering you this one favor after all you've done for them. Whenever Annie rejected them in terms of the craft, you accepted every time. 

Remmick saw and listened everything from the bedroom door, he kept quiet -imperciptable- and noticed every single attempt from the young man to flirt at you. It was disgustingly obvious. But the thing he hated the most was that the man was doing nothing wrong, you weren’t his, and the man was probably a good one, after all. Yet he couldn’t help but imagine that he interrupted and kissed you in front of the other guy, a reminder of the ownership of your heart. Remmick the vampire, who thought of himself above from human affairs, was feeling jealous.

When the man left feeling better due to your magic and kind words, Remmick wasted no time and entered the small room “Gosh, I thought he'd never leave”

“Guests are a rare gem, Remmick, I don’t mind at all. Besides it’s my job” You said, shaking the purse of coins that the young man gave you in exchange for your services. “My magic can’t pay bills just yet”

“Then let me work for you” he offered sincerely “Anything but hearing human males flirt with you” he quickly blushed, surprised that it came out of his lips.

“I… uh, okay?” You decided to ignore the comment just like you ignored the obvious flirting of the other man. Thinking that this surely means nothing. “So… Remmick, I was thinking-” he interrupted you by taking you by your shoulders, making you face him. 

“You know you're my woman, aren’t you?”

“Remmick! I… uh, what are you talking about?” You blushed instantly, this must be a dream.

“Let’s cut the crap, you know there’s been something going on” He tried to press you against his chest, you couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Remmick, wait, wait, wait… I don’t think I understand” he looked at you confused 

“What’s left to understand but that I want you to… You know… be mine” he was shaking but tried to conceal it and failed miserably, his voice -a bit higher than usual- confronted him with the truth.

“I… I don’t”

“Oh” he let go of you “I understand” and tried to leave feeling rejected.

“Wait, no, that’s not what I meant, Remmick” You tried to take his arm and make him look at you.

“I think I get it” he shook off your touch.

“I feel it too, Remmick” he looked back “I promise, it's just… I find it so hard to believe”

“Believe what? That I’m capable of loving?”

“No, no no no. Please don’t go that way. I mean, that I feel… so unlovable”

“Nah, I don’t buy it. What do you mean, woman?”

“What you hear, sometimes I think I’ve spent too much time on my own I wonder if I’m still…lovable”

“Are you serious? I… ” he knows he feels the same way, he understands exactly what you mean.

You can’t take it anymore “I’ve fallen in love with you, Remmick. There’s no doubt about it. For almost a year it’s been you and you alone” his pupils are expanding and his heartbeat is insanely fast.

“It’s just that… I’m a flawed being and I don’t know if I deserve it”

“Are you kidding me? You are flawed? Look at me, woman! Really look at who you're talking to.”

“Drink from me”

“W-what?”

“What you heard, drink from me and I’ll believe it”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, darling”

“I want you to have it, and to believe me”

“You don't know what you’re offering”

“You don't want it?”

“There’s nothing I want more, since the first time I saw you…”

“Then I need you to punish me, Remmick. I killed a man and I feel no remorse, I fear I’m a bad person… I need you to exorcize me and then I’ll be capable of loving you in the purest way” You said through tears that quickly began to fall, out of nowhere, out of your control.

“Listen to me, you did nothing wrong, not in my eyes. Don’t you see that I would never hurt you?” You hold on to him, as of right now he’s the only thing keeping you down to the Earth. “You haven’t realized, haven’t you? I just want to take care of you… If you let me you'd understand. I know I’m no good, neither am I trying to, but I’d take care of you, I promise.” 

“Remmick… I don’t deserve it.”

“Don’t you say that, please, you're breaking my heart all over again, darling. I cannot care less about deserving or righteousness.”

“Then you must promise me you’ll try to feed from me, I need to give it to you, I beg you”

“Don’t say that, you don’t know the things that does to me”

“What do you mean?” He makes your tears dry up with nothing but a look.

“Don’t act foolish, are you going to tell me that you never noticed the way I look at you? Or the way that I try to touch you every chance that I get?”

“I… well, I now do but-” he proved his point caressing your damp cheek.

“Of course you didn’t, you're innocent as a dove, angel” and he meant it. You dare to get closer to him, until your noses were about to touch.

“Then I’ll beg and beg until you drink from me. I mean it, Remmick, I want you to choose me.”

“I do, every waking moment. I’ve been choosing you since I met you. You're the reason I stayed here, you’re the woman I saw whenever I had dreams that made my heart ache.”

“Please, Remmick, if you say you desire me, then you’ll drink from me” You both closed your eyes, he can’t deny you any longer. So he gets closer and closer to your neck.

First, he plants kisses all over it, then his tongue prepares the skin. He’s drooling and can’t stop, your smell, your warmth, is all far too much. It’s all he’s been wanting for almost a year now.

“I promise I won’t hurt you” Then you felt it, the heat, and it was amazing. “Oh, I’ve needed you so much, sugar” And so you became one, his fangs teared open but they produced no pain, instead it felt warm, like the reflection of sunshine shining over a lake. The sensation earned him a moan from you.

“Don’t do that, dove. I won’t be able to resist it”

“Take what you want, I need you. I feel so empty”

He drank faster, desperate, as if you were to disappear. A few moments later he decided to close the bite by covering it in his fluids so it would heal. With halfway closed eyes and blood tinted lips he looked at you, he really was beautiful.

“I need you to promise me this is what you want… it would break me, woman, -really break me-, if this doesn’t mean the same for you”

“And what does it mean to you, Remmick?”

“You have become everything, woman. And I can’t bear it anymore, not being inside of you…”

He barely finished the sentence when you pushed yourself against him, wrapping him in your embrace and kisses. Immediately he began gasping, taking his hands from your hips to your neck. He can’t get enough. “I need you, Remmick”

It’s all too much, the touch of his warm hands, the softness of his lips and the taste of copper, his body trembling under your spell. Maybe it just passed but a few seconds, -or maybe it was hours-, that you spent eating each other’s lips, but you decided you’ll give him more. So you got on your knees, immediately regretting the lack of his touch, but you have something else in mind to compensate for it. 

 “I’ll show you what you mean to me…”

Your hands wasted no time finding the fly of his pants, he quickly understood what was happening and helped you out to get rid of them. “You’re going to be the death of me, honey”

You started to place small kisses all over his belly and tights “Say I'm the only one for you. Say you’re mine or I shall stop”

“I’m all yours, woman. Now please, I beg you…”

“Not enough”

“Please, baby, I need you. I’d do anything for you. You’re the only one for me” his begs fell deliciously into your core. His words resonated with both agitation and anticipation.

So you decided to put him out of his misery and took his tip on your mouth. He was sweeter than what you’ve imagined. Salty yet sweet. His precum shines and you could feel his restraint. He wants to fuck your mouth so badly. 

You started to move your head up and down covering all you could get in your mouth, then you licked his balls while jerking him off slowly. “You’re killing me, woman, please please I beg you, love”

“You should see yourself, Remmick, begging suits you perfectly.”

You decided to suck him again, this time with a faster rhythm while applying pressure to his base with your hands. “Please don’t stop I need to finish”

“You won't do so, Remmick, I want it inside of me”

“Goddamn it, woman, you’re killing me”

He stopped you and took your head in his hands, caressing your swollen lips with his finger.

“God, you’re beautiful”

He lifted you, like you’re now accustomed to, and took you to your bed. In a swift movement, you now lay on your back while he takes off his clothes. Quickly, you follow his lead and both stop for a moment, incredulous of what's about to happen. 

“My sweet Remmick. I’ve needed you so bad for so long”

“You have no idea, woman, of how many times I've dreamt about this very moment…”

He approached to kiss you again, his mouth telling his most hidden secrets: affection and desire in equal parts. His hands loomed over your hips, your ribs, your chest, taking his kisses down to your neck. Then, your nipples. He stayed there for a while, sucking and moaning, while his hands caressed you. 

“...How many times I’ve touched myself to you”

You were entirely at his disposal, it was like he knew exactly where to go and the way he needed to touch. In all fairness, it was the eagerness and repressed fantasies from over a year that drove him mad over your body. That’s how you noticed he started to drool all over you.

“I’ll be so good to you, darling. I’ll make you feel amazing, you’ll see”

You took him by his hair, he let out a moan, “Please baby, give it to me”

He then got on his knees in front of you, shaking with anticipation and a full erection. “I need to taste you”, Remmick didn’t even let you gasp for air when his mouth was already in your core. Licking, sucking and finding a rhythm that could make you beg for him. The dampness and the pressure mixed with his energy were enough to make you wet, but it was the intermission of his fingers what made you see stars.

He’s now swapping between his tongue and his thumb over your pearl. When you were ready to lose all composure, you decided to move your hips so the tip of his nose and his tongue could do their magic. This was better than his imagination, he can’t help but moan.

The erection started to become a problem, so he now tries to stroke himself while eating you. The thought of you using his face makes him go mad. Meanwhile you’re so close to the sweet release. Moving your hips a couple of times more until you feel your heart about to explode, the tips of your fingers feel like holding electricity, and your head is spinning. 

When Remmick tastes your honey can’t help but beg “Please, please, please, darling, let me fuck you. I promise I’ll be good, please please please” His tone and crystal clear eyes make you melt in him, how could you say no?

His eyes are shining the same way they do when he's hunting, and that turns you on all over again. You look down again and find that he’s using his drool to lube his member. You don’t want him to use his fingers, you’re ready for him. You long for him to destroy you, and so you open your legs for him, the unmistakable first gesture of the animalistic ritual of sex.

“I’ll make you feel so good, My love” he promised again

And inside he went. First, he tried to do it slowly with soft strokes, but once your core opened to him comfortably there was nothing stopping him from charging into you. You could feel every pulsation, every rush of his blood inside his body now sliding into you, alive and burning. 

“Don’t stop Remmick, my God” You feel devoted to the man in your arms, the electricity in your fingertips and the sweet dizziness from his ministrations. His breathing became erratic and his heartbeat could drill into your chest. He's holding into you like his lifeline, and maybe you are. 

When you dared looking back at his face, you found him already looking at you. Both breathing each other's moans and curses. He sped up his pace finding the right place where it made you scream. You had no idea such a place existed, and he honored it by keeping it up, even if he was so close.

“I love you, woman. Fuck me, I do”

“Oh, Remmick, I want this all the time, fuck”

“My woman, mine, mine, all mine” his pupils expanded so much they were about to become mirrors. “Yes, yes, darling, yes. I’d do anything for you”

“Fuck, Remmick… I love you”

“I love you more, fuck fuck fuck. I’ve been in love with you since the beginning. Shit.”

You held on to him stronger, if possible.

“I realized I loved you after you called me a monster, fuck. My woman talks to me like that, shit. I loved it” he said every word in a moan, you started to ask yourself if he really was going to make it.

“I’m going to make you a mommy”

Instead of asking him if that was possible, or asking yourself if that was possible, you melted into him “Yes, Rem, give it to me”. It brought you great pleasure imagining your womb full of him, claimed by him. Remmick fucking you all day every day for nine months without consecuences.

He moaned your name like a prayer, and immediately felt a wave coming inside you. He was giving you his seed and you wanted it viciously. “I’m all yours, baby, fuck. I’m yours”, he cried. Your own release took hold of you in an instant, and it stretched the time and space. Nothing compared to it, maybe it was your own magic, maybe it was the love you both delivered mutually. 

You thought that was it when Remmick cursed while collapsing over you “Fucking hell, woman, that was heavenly, that was perfect…” You laughed and kissed his temple. But then he turned you around and grabbed your ass to point at him “I’m not done with you… I’m coming inside you till my seed fills all of you and spills all over your legs” You looked at him blushed and, frankly, eager for more. All you had to do was biting your lips and pulling your ass up so he could have better access to you as a confirmation. 

He got inside again, and the places he reached this time… it was amazing. You wondered if it was really possible to fuck all day long, you don't seem to get enough of him. Maybe it was dangerous for immortal beings like you two with this amount of stamina to get together. Maybe you’re transgressing some ancient rule, the thought was like an aphrodisiac. 

Remmick kept praising your body and your beauty. He really was mesmerized, but also he was embarrassingly quick to come. Maybe it was the time he spent all alone, maybe it was the excitement and the anticipation. The thing is, that it made you fucking horny to think he came over and over just by being inside of you. His cum was dripping just like he wanted, but he couldn’t stop.

“I need more baby, I can’t stop it, I want you to have it” he repeated, all flustered and hard again.

So you helped him out, now he’s laying on his back and you straddle him with ease. “I’ll give you more, my love, I’ll give you everything you wish for” and with a kiss, you sealed the beginning of the night.

The morning arrived only to find you asleep over his chest. When you woke up, none of you dared to break the spell that was your silence. Hours passed holding hands, kissing each other's skin, melting in the embrace that made you one. Softly pushing the boundary between care and erotism. Finally, around midday you made your mind:

“Remmick… let's go home”

“Hm, isn't it right where we are, baby?”

“I meant… Ireland, love. And I’m serious”

“...I’ve never considered coming back”

“We can make it, Rem, I know it. I can sell this place and we could search for a new house there… what do you think?”

“I think… I would love nothing more than to share my life with you. No matter where. And our shared sessions, they mean a lot to me.”

“I bet our visions would be stronger if we were there. Maybe we could even make contact with your family, Remmick. I can give you so much more of my magic.”

He stared at the ceiling, trying to conceal a smile “I think I’m going to cry, baby” and he hid his head in your neck, unequivocally flustered. You laughed, noticing that it did not take much convincing, so you hugged him with all your strength. 

“Alright, love, let’s go home” he whispered.

Epilogue

Dublin, 2020

The chase began with the man noticing the couple from afar. It was way too late for anyone to help him, his fate was sealed. The man found him first but the woman terrified him more.

“So you thought you could come down on our territory and make a mess, you racist bastard?”

The man was so scared he tried to apologize. Moments prior he tried to throw out a group of immigrant girls from a pub. The couple saw all that, and decided to take the matter into their own hands. After all, people knew, -secretly whispered-, about the Strangers: a man and a woman whose love only grew by the spilling of blood of those that committed any injustice they seemed punishable. Few survived, yet the police believed all to be a tale. Which granted them absolute impunity.

The woman appeared not too long after. “What do we have here, love?”

“I’ve been searching for fresh blood. It won't compare to yours but you know…”

“Let me prepare him for you”

A single yell was the last thing that that man could conjure before you took his conscience. The energy was electric, it made you stronger, and your lover wasted no time. He drank until the edge of survival for the man that lay beneath. He knew exactly how much to take. He won’t kill him, but he certainly won’t wake up in a couple of days. Hell, he won’t even remember his past life and actions. You called it an exorcism.

When Remmick finished he went straight to you, to your lips, your neck, your chest. 

“Not here, mon cher. Let us return home, I need to take a bath after this scumbag got us dirty”

“Ugh, some things never change, don't they, my sweet witch? You told me the very same when I drank alligator blood.”

“Keep it up and I won’t let you bathe with me”

“You wouldn't dare!”

You both laugh making your way home, thinking about how the city has changed so much, yet the story of the Lovers ,-the witch and the vampire-, kept feeding the curiosity of visitors and residents alike. 

Indeed, some things never change. Since you arrived so many decades ago, the night became your home. And the humans in this part of the world, you both took the task of taking care of them in return. Especially your fellow immigrants.

“You know, honey? I think I'm ready for the next step”

“Never took you for wanting to be a father”

“Ha - ha… I meant, you know… tying the knot”

“Rem, we're been together for over nine decades”

“Well, yeah, but in our scale of time that’s barely a courtship, you know? Immortal and shit”

“I guess you're right, baby, what do you have in mind”

He stopped walking and took your hands in his, kissing them repeatedly.

“Think about this: the land of my ancestors, you and me, a covenant in blood. And eternity together.”

“Remmick are you suggesting that we-”

“...I want to marry you, is what I’m saying”

He looked beautiful, the city light made his eyes shine like stars, and his cheeks were slightly blushed, like only he knows how. He never ceased to amaze you. Both became an extension from one another. How could you ever resist a life without him?

“Under one condition…”

“Anything, dove”

“We’re absolutely getting matching rings” you remembered the one he used to wear to deceive humans “Real rings, baby. And I'm putting you in a suit” he made a funny discomforted face “Do so, and my life is yours, Remmick”

“With a dress coat and all? ” He pointed at his ripped jeans and leather jacket like saying “me? really?”

“Oh yeah, and I’m so wearing white, you know, to match your fangs”

“You’ll be the death of me, woman”

“Oh, and we’re adopting a cat”

You resumed your way home, joking and laughing about a renewed life together. As the sun started to rise, eternity never seemed as blissful.

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another night, another client. this one’s strange, jimmy. he said he doesn’t want sex, only cuddles. and to be treated like a baby on top of that. well, whatever, he’s paying for it, a lot of money too.

you’re standing at his door, frozen in fear for some reason. you’ve never done age play before, even if it’s not sexual. so you take a deep breath and knock on his door.

the door opens immediately. you see a fat, blonde man with greasy hair standing at the door. he’s holding a teddy bear. you gulp.

"mummy!" he says with a childlike tone in his voice. his teeth are yellow and rotten.

"y-you miss mommy, baby?" you say, stepping into his apartment.

he nods and embraces you. you almost gag at his fucking stench. old, dried up sweat, baked into skin. tooth decay. he smells and looks like he hasn’t showered in months. you’re so glad you agreed on no sex, you’d probably get a crazy infection.

"okay baby, what do you wanna do?" you ask him as he lets you go.

jimmy stays quiet for a while, like he’s thinking. "will ye read tae me?" he asks. he has a thick, scottish accent.

"of course, baby, whatever you want", you say, forcing a smile.

jimmy smiles and takes your hand, leading you to his bedroom. it’s like a child’s. blue walls, stuffed animals, a big cradle, children’s books...

he picks out a teletubbies book and signals you to come join him in the cradle.

you sit next to him and he immediately wraps his thick arms around you, leaning on your shoulder. his stink fills your lungs, you’re trying everything in your power not to gag.

as you start reading you notice his cock hardening against your knee. whatever, you try to ignore it.

he’s sucking on his thumb as you read, still holding onto the teddy bear. he really creeps you out.

you finish the book and look at him. ”you wanna hear another story?” you ask him.

jimmy shakes his head. ”cuddles”, he says, opening his arms. his armpits are sweaty as hell. you’re super grossed out, but end up lying on the bed with him.

he’s squeezing you tight, drowning you in his soft, large body.

you don’t register it at first, but at some point he starts giving you forehead kisses.

”h-hey, baby.. we didn’t- we didn’t agree on that”, you say, weakly pushing his head away.

”i’ll pay ye extra, please mummy, i want kissies”, jimmy whines.

”no”, you say. you’ve decided, you won’t be doing anything sexual with him. he’s totally disgusting.

jimmy starts pouting, his eyes tearing up slightly. he seems really disappointed.

then he suddenly pins you down inside the cradle.

”mama, kiss!” he whines, leaning in, puckering his lips.

”no!” you try to protest, turning your head.

but jimmy just follows. his lips crash against yours in a needy, desperate kiss. he starts loudly smacking his lips against yours, trying to push his slimy tongue inside your mouth. you keep your mouth stubbornly closed.

”mmh, mama…”, jimmy whines against your mouth, softly nibbling on your lower lip. he’s clearly upset about you not kissing him back.

he’s sloppy, drool pouring from the corners of his mouth on your chin and lips, making you shudder.

he forces your mouth open with his hand and locks lips with you again, shoving his tongue inside your mouth. you whimper, which seems to arouse him. you can feel his cock hardening.

he’s moaning as he kisses you, loud smacking noises filling the room from his lips meeting with yours. you try pushing him off, but he’s fat, way too heavy.

he finally pulls away from your lips with a thick line of drool connecting your mouths.

”mama, i want uppies”, jimmy says.

”i’m gonna leave!” you hiss, sitting up. but he doesn’t let you get far as he straddles you, sitting on your lap.

he’s way too heavy, your whole body is aching from his weight on you.

then he starts fucking humping you.

grinding on your lap like a dog, rubbing his cock against your crotch.

”stop, let me go!” you whine.

”no, mummy’s gonna stay”, jimmy demands.

he starts moaning, drool gathering on his chin. ”m-mama”, he whimpers. ”say ye love me mummy”, he pants, already out of breath.

you shake your head.

jimmy frowns.

he starts going faster, rubbing his clothed cock between your legs like his life depends on it.

then he stops, coming inside his pants with a loud moan.

he starts sobbing. ”i-i’m s-sorry mummy”, he cries.

he pins you down again, tears falling down his cheeks.

he clumsily pulls down your top, revealing your breasts.

”no!” you whine.

”but mama… i wanna nurse”, jimmy says, with puppy-dog eyes. he’s still crying.

he doesn’t listen to you as he puts his dirty mouth on your breasts.

he starts suckling while crying, his tears and spit wetting your skin.

you start squirming frantically, but he’s way too heavy to move.

”stop squirming”, he says. ”i-i wanna play”, he adds, looking at you with his blue, teary eyes.

then he does what you’ve been dreading. he takes off his shirt. his belly is big and round, it has some stretch marks and cellulite on it. he has rolls around his body. he has a lot of body hair. you just stare, terrified.

he leans in again, pressing his soft belly flush against yours. he feels warm and sweaty. you feel like you’re being crushed as he starts sucking on your breasts again.

he closes his lips around your nipple and sucks like he’s trying to get milk to come out.

”i-i’ll get mummy pregnant, then ye’ll have milk fer me”, he mumbles against your skin.

”no, just please stop!” you say, starting to become desperate.

”stop fighting, mummy, i’ll cry more”, jimmy threatens you. you do hate seeing a grown-ass man crying like a fucking toddler.

your nipples harden under his touch, and he notices. ”i-i read that girls are aroused when their nipples are hard”, jimmy says with a hopeful tone. ”so ye like me, right?” he asks.

”no fucking way!” you hiss.

jimmy pouts, more tears dripping on his cheeks.

”y-ye’re my mummy, and mummies love their babies”, he says.

”i’m not your fucking mommy!” you lash out at him.

jimmy frowns and starts crying harder. his face is flushed, and he has some snot dripping from his nose. he looks absolutely disgusting to you.

he goes back to your tits, it seems to calm him down. he’s trying to get your whole tit inside his mouth, like he’s trying to fucking eat it.

he starts kissing on your belly with loud smacks, moving lower.

you’re wearing a short denim skirt, so it’s easy access for him. he simply pulls down your underwear.

your panties have a wet stain on them. he notices, of course he does.

”y-ye’re wet fer me”, he says with a triumphant grin.

he’s holding you down, so even with your squirming it’s impossible to get away.

”i wanna taste mummy”, he murmurs. he places soft kisses on your inner thighs.

then his mouth crashes against your cunt. it’s clear he’s never done it before. he’s wetly making out with your cunt, not even close to your clit.

he’s moaning loud. then he starts crying again. it’s too messy, too wet. it’s his tears, spit and drool mixed with your fluids.

”mummy tastes so good”, he mumbles, mouth full.

he keeps making out with your pussy for what feels like forever, then he shoves his nasty tongue inside your cunt.

you mewl. you’re sure you’ll get some sort of infection from this, his teeth are fucking decayed.

he twirls his tongue around your tight walls, clearly enjoying himself.

”mmh”, he moans.

as he withdraws his tongue from your cunt and goes back to kissing your pussy he accidentally touches your clit.

you flinch and let out an involuntary moan. he notices.

”that’s mummy’s sensitive spot?” he asks, putting his thumb on your clit.

you cry out.

jimmy spreads you open with his fingers, like a child exploring. then he starts rubbing soft, clumsy circles on your clit.

”stop!” you cry.

”but ye’re enjoying this”, he says.

”i wanna kiss mummy there”, he murmurs, leaning in on your cunt again.

he gently puts his lips on your clit, closing them around it. then he starts sucking. you start crying then.

jimmy is very eager, sucking without taking any breaks.

your legs are shaking already. then it happens, you squirt on him. a lot, too. jimmy moans and open his mouth to swallow everything.

”mummy peed?” he asks, clearly confused.

he goes back to sucking on your clit, after cleaning you up from squirt.

you feel yourself getting closer to your release. you desperately try to stop it, but you can’t help it. you cry out as you come on jimmy’s face.

jimmy doesn’t understand that you came, so he keeps eating you.

”stop!” you yell.

jimmy just huffs and keeps eating you.

”mommy already came!” you try again. that’s what gets him to stop.

”i made mummy cum?” he says with a triumphant grin. ”i-i’ve never- i’ve only seen videos”, he says with flushed cheeks.

”i wanna make love tae mummy”, he says, pulling down his pants. his thighs are thick and hairy, so is his ass. ”i’ve never-”, he admits, with flushed cheeks.

”no, no!” you cry.

”please mummy, pleaseee”, he whines.

”no!” you hiss.

”but i wanna, please!” jimmy cries.

you shake your head.

jimmy frowns and forces your legs over his shoulders.

he spreads you open with two hands and and tries pushing inside.

”i’m sorry mummy, i cannae help it”, he murmurs.

his dick slips away. jimmy huffs and tries again, no success.

you let out a cold chuckle. he’s so fucking pathetic it’s almost funny.

he’s insanely hard, and yet is having a hard time raping you.

he finally manages to push himself inside you.

”ahh, fuck, mama… i-i’m s-so sorry, i’m sorry”, he apologizes.

he gently kisses your forehead, almost apologetically.

”mwah”

then he buries himself deep inside you, balls smushed against your ass.

you cry out.

”mmh, mama.. feels s-so good”, he moans. ”my tummy feels f-funny”, he adds.

then he starts thrusting.

hard, brutal. like he’s a humping dog, chasing his own release.

you mewl as he slams himself inside you again and again, hips snapping against yours.

his belly is pressing against yours as he fucks you, crushing you.

”i-i cannae do it much longer”, jimmy pants, out of breath already.

you really want to insult him, but you don’t know what he’s capable of, so you stay quiet.

his cock throbs inside you, already leaking precum.

you stare at the ceiling as jimmy forces his lips on yours in a clumsy, wet kiss.

”mmh, mummy.. m-mwah”,

you feel dread as jimmy licks into you, desperately trying to get you to kiss him back.

his lips keep glued against yours as he pounds inside you, sweaty balls slamming against your ass.

”m-mama, i’m gonna-”, he cries.

then he stops, burying himself deep inside you. you feel his warmth spilling inside you.

he doesn’t pull out, but stays buried inside you.

”mama, i need tae pee”, he mumbles.

”go to the bathroom!” you hiss.

jimmy shakes his head.

then it happens. he starts fucking peeing inside you. you feel the warm liquid filling you up.

you just cry as jimmy releases himself.

he pulls out only to piss on your tits and face. you close your mouth and turn your head away, but that doesn’t stop jimmy.

when he’s done he lets out a satisfied sigh.

you’re a mess.

but it gets so much worse.

”mama, i want ye tae kiss me there”, jimmy says, turning around, spreading his asscheeks.

”no way”, you hiss.

”pleaseee”, he whines, bending over, still spreading his asscheeks.

”no!” you say, trying to climb out the cradle.

jimmy frowns and grabs you, pinning you down.

”ye’re gonna do it”, he hisses.

then he proceeds to sit on your face, sweaty asshole on your mouth.

you close your mouth.

”lick!” jimmy hisses, putting more of his weight in.

you realize he’s not gonna give up, so you hesitantly put out your tongue and start licking.

he tastes like piss and sweat. you gag.

you push your tongue inside his soft hole, hoping he’d get tired soon. but he doesn’t get tired.

he’s moaning pathetically, grinding his asshole on your face.

”put a finger inside”, he demands.

you sigh and obey, pushing your index finger inside his soft hole.

jimmy lets out a loud moan as you start pumping your finger in and out of his hole.

”just like that, mummy”, he whimpers.

”m-mama… i’m gonna-”, he whines. then he lets out a loud fart on your finger.

you flinch, disgusted.

it doesn’t stop there as you feel something coming out of his ass.

you let out a disgusted whimper as he fucking shits on your face and finger. you quickly withdraw your finger, but the damage is already done. you try turning your head, but jimmy grabs your face so that you’re forced to be under him as he keeps shitting.

it falls on your closed lips. you start crying again, closing your eyes.

”taste it, mummy”, jimmy demands. when you don’t obey he forces your mouth open and shoves his shit inside your mouth.

you gag at the vile taste.

”swallow”, jimmy says.

you shake your head frantically. jimmy frowns and pinches your nose, forcing your shit-filled mouth closed.

soon you have no choice but to swallow.

you feel it coming up instantly.

you quickly yank yourself on the edge on the cradle and throw up on the floor.

jimmy looks at you, his cock hard.

he grabs you and starts licking the shit-laced vomit off your face.

you just cry, absolutely disgusted.

once you’re clean jimmy bends over again, revealing his shithole to you.

”clean me up, please mummy”, he says.

you sigh and lean in on his dirty hole. you know he’s not going to give up.

so you start licking the shit off his hole. you gag and almost vomit again, but manage to keep it down.

jimmy moans as you push your tongue inside his dirty hole.

he lets out another fart, right inside your mouth.

”s-sorry mummy..” he says.

you keep licking into him, gagging and crying. he feels soft and warm around your tongue.

jimmy starts grinding his shithole against your mouth, moaning loud.

”lie down, please mummy”, he says.

”i don’t wanna”, you whine.

”do it!” jimmy hisses.

you sigh and lay down on the bed.

jimmy climbs on top of your face again and sits on it with his whole weight.

you whimper as he starts grinding his hole on your face, some shit still on your cheeks.

he’s suffocating you with his sweaty ass, you can’t breathe properly. you try to tap on his ass to signal him to stop but he just keeps going.

”put yer finger inside again, mummy”, he demands.

you sigh and spit on your finger, rubbing it on his hole. then you push it inside.

jimmy lets out a pathetic moan.

you start pumping your finger in and out, his soft walls clenching around it.

”p-put another one”, jimmy whimpers.

you obey, shoving your middle finger inside him.

”fuck, mama…” jimmy moans, legs shaking.

he farts on you again, the vile smell filling your nostrils. you flinch.

”stop that”, you say.

”i-i cannae help it, my tummy feels funny..” jimmy whines, another fart leaving his hole.

his cock is insanely hard, leaking precum.

”i-i want ye tae kiss it, mama”, he says, positioning himself so that his cock is hanging in front of your face.

it reeks of piss and sweat.

you open your mouth, knowing that he is not going to let you leave without doing everything he wants.

”kiss it first”, jimmy says.

you obey, putting your lips on the tip. it tastes absolutely disgusting, so you gag. you’re pretty sure it’s infected somehow. as you pull back his foreskin you notice a yellowish, gooey substance covering his cock. fucking nasty. it has a musky, pungent smell. you gag.

”suck it”, jimmy demands.

you gulp, taking his cock inside your mouth. the taste is almost rotten. you can’t believe that was inside you, you’ll probably get a crazy infection.

you start moving your mouth around his cock, making it reach your throat. you gag every time.

jimmy moans, starting to move slightly.

a string of loud farts leave his ass as you suck on him, making you flinch in disgust.

you wish you could just disappear. you can’t believe the trauma you’re gonna have. you’re going to need years of therapy after this. you’re going to have to call the police on him, right?

”faster, mummy!” jimmy whines.

you obey, picking up your pace.

you can taste his precum on your tongue already.

you start going even faster, wishing he’d cum soon.

his dick is probably the nastiest thing you’ve ever tasted.

jimmy starts mouthfucking you then, slamming inside your mouth with a brutal pace.

you get the urge to bite him, but you resist it.

his balls are slamming on your chin as he violates your mouth with his nasty cock.

he keeps going for under a minute, then he comes inside your mouth with a loud moan.

spurts of warm, salty cum pour inside your mouth.

”swallow it”, he demands.

you obey, gulping everything down.

he climbs off your face, sitting at the other side of the cradle. he just watches you for a while, lovingly.

”i’m gonna go now”, you say, teary-eyed.

”no!” jimmy whines.

”i have to go home”, you try to explain.

”this is yer home now, ye’re my mummy”, jimmy says.

”n-no it’s not”, you say, climbing out the cradle.

jimmy follows, stepping in front of you. his taller, larger frame feels intimidating.

he suddenly throws you over his shoulder.

”what are you- help!” you scream.

jimmy quickly brings you to another room with a door, opening it. he goes down some stairs that seem to lead into a basement.

”help!” you scream. but no one can hear you.

he brings you down to a dirty basement with an old mattress in the corner.

he gently lays you on it.

you immediately try rushing to the door, but he locks it with a key hanging from his neck.

jimmy forces you on the mattress again and climbs on top of you.

”ye’re gonna be my mummy now”, he says. ”ye’re gonna read tae me, feed me, comfort me, kiss me..” he rambles.

”no!” you yell. ”help!” you scream.

”no one can hear ye”, jimmy says.

you start sobbing. ”please, let me go..” you cry.

jimmy frowns. ”don’t cry, mama”, he says. ”i’ll kiss it better”, he adds, leaning in.

he starts giving you constant kisses. on your cheeks, nose, forehead and lips.

”we’re gonna- mwah- be so- mwah- happy”, he coos.

he lies down, taking you into his sweaty arms. you gag.

”shh, mama”, he purrs. he gives you forehead kisses before closing his eyes.

”sing me a lullaby”, he demands.

you feel a big lump in your throat as you start singing him one of the songs your mother used to sing to you. you wonder if you’ll ever see her again.

”we can sleep together once ye start behaving”, he says, standing up.

”good night, mummy”, he says.

he walks out the door, leaving you lying on the mattress.

you start bawling.

early summer, it’s warm already. you’re in town with jimmy, getting some coffee.

your friends couldn’t believe their eyes when they saw that you and jimmy were together. it was supposed to be a joke, a dare. but here you are, his girlfriend.

you’re an odd couple for sure. you’re young and pretty, and jimmy is, well...

you took a liking to him from your first night together. he’s cute to you, in a weird way. then you fell for him. he’s really kind, really sweet.

you light yourself a cigarette as you walk towards the cafe. "can i get one?" jimmy asks carefully. "babies don’t smoke, silly", you answer. "please", jimmy says. "okay, fine", you say, handing him a cigarette and lighting it for him.

you smoke in silence for a while.

you spot a cute, bunny plushie at a store window.

"hey, baby, you want one?" you ask jimmy.

he nods.

”use your words, baby”, you say.

”yeah, i want one”, he says.

in the store, to your horror, you bump into your best friend.

"oh my god, hi!" she says, embracing you and jimmy.

"what are you doing here? don’t tell me you’re pregnant already", your friend says.

"we’re jus’ gettin’ somethin’ fer me niece", jimmy explains. you smile and nod, you’re glad jimmy was quick with it.

"aww, that’s so sweet", your friend says.

"so, how are you two doing? how’s the honeymoon phase?" she asks.

"it’s great, yeah", you say. you’re not lying. the sex is amazing.

"does she give you a hard time?" your friend asks jimmy.

"at times, yeah", jimmy chuckles. "but she’s good fer me", he adds.

you grab the bunny plushie.

"how old is she?" your friend asks jimmy.

"three", jimmy says. he’s not actually lying, he does have a three-year old niece, she’s his younger sisters newest child.

"i bet she’ll love it", your friend says with a smile.

as you exit the store you start laughing. "could you imagine her face if we told her?" you say. "i don’t think she’d get it", jimmy chuckles.

the cafe is full, it’s the weekend. you order a matcha for yourself and a black coffee for jimmy. even though he likes being your baby he still drinks coffee and smokes.

"d’ye wanna come tae my place?" jimmy asks you.

"i should study.." you sigh.

"c’mon, i know ye want to", jimmy says.

"yeah", you say, leaning on him. he’s so big and soft, perfect for holding onto.

you start making out in the elevator. it’s all fun and games until a neighbor sees you. an old lady, no less. you nod at her with an awkward smile and quickly go to jimmys apartment.

inside you start laughing.

"she already fucking hates me", jimmy giggles.

"hey, language!" you say.

"sorry, mummy", jimmy says, giving you another kiss.

"what are you gonna name her?" you ask jimmy, giving him the plushie.

"i donnae know yet", he says, placing the plushie on his bedside table.

"will ye- will ye do the thing?" jimmy asks shyly.

"you’re gonna have to work for it", you answer.

"i’ll do anything, please, mummy!" jimmy pleads.

"alright then", you say, peeling off your panties.

"kneel", you say.

jimmy obeys, kneeling down under your cunt.

"you know what to do", you say, lifting up your skirt.

jimmy nods and leans in on your cunt. he licks a slow stripe first, savoring you. he repeats it.

"stop teasing mommy", you say.

jimmy chuckles and gently nibbles on your clit, closing his lips around it. he starts sucking with a force so strong your legs start shaking immediately.

"fuck, that’s it, baby", you moan, grabbing his head, smushing it harder against your cunt.

jimmy whimpers and starts sucking harder, licking into you eagerly.

he takes two, ringed fingers and shoves them inside you, hooking them. you moan and squirt on him then.

he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, wet squelching filling the bedroom.

his lips never leave your clit as he sucks, slurping and moaning loud.

you come on his face then, thighs trembling. he swallows every drop of your fluids.

"stand up", you say.

he obeys.

you start peeling off his shirt, revealing his big belly and thick arms. then you kneel, pulling down his pants and boxers.

jimmy sits down on the couch, slightly spreading his legs.

you straddle him and kiss him. then you kiss his chin, his neck. you start kissing and sucking on his throat, leaving behind hickeys. jimmy’s letting out soft moans.

you descend, not stopping kissing him. you start sucking and licking on his nipples while grabbing on the soft rolls on his body.

you notice jimmy’s cock hardening against your crotch. "not yet, baby", you coo.

"please, mummy.." jimmy whines, squeezing his arms around you.

"shh, baby, be patient", you purr, continuing sucking on his nipples.

you descend more, starting to kiss on his soft, hairy belly. you love kissing it, it’s so soft. you grab more of his rolls and start sucking hickeys on his belly. jimmy lets out a whimper.

then you move down to his inner thighs. you tease him by placing soft kisses on them, slowly moving closer to his hairy hole. he never shaves.

"spread your legs for mommy, baby", you say.

jimmy obeys. he’s trembling from anticipation.

you lean in on his asshole, slowly licking through it. jimmy whimpers. you start drawing circles on his hole with your tongue, holding onto his thick thighs.

jimmy wraps his feet around your head, smushing your face harder against his hole.

you whimper, gagging a bit.

"p-put it inside, please, mummy", jimmy whines.

you do as he says, pushing your tongue inside his warm hole.

you start twirling it around his soft walls. jimmy’s moaning, some tears forming in his eyes.

you take your finger, gently rubbing it on his hole. then you push it inside, reaching his prostate.

jimmy lets out a pathetic whimper.

you start pumping your finger in and out of him, kissing on his round buttock while doing so.

jimmy starts jerking off, but you stop him. "no, jimmy, did i tell you to touch yourself?" you scold him.

"sorry, mummy", jimmy cries, some tears already rolling down his face.

"let mommy take care of it", you coo.

you continue fingering him as you wrap your mouth around his dick, making it reach your throat.

"mummy.." jimmy moans.

you start sucking on him, already tasting precum. he always comes fast, you have that effect on him.

the combination of your finger up his ass and your mouth around his cock is almost too much for jimmy, since he starts sobbing. it’s not exactly unusual for him to cry during sex.

"m-mummy, i cannae hold it it", he whimpers.

you start going faster, moving your mouth around his cock without stopping to breathe.

jimmy whimpers as he comes inside your mouth, spurts of salty cum pouring inside your throat. you gulp it all down.

"always so fast, baby", you say, kissing his inner thigh.

"sorry, mummy", jimmy cries.

”mama, can i have milk?” jimmy asks you.

”of course, baby”, you say.

”but let me put this on you first”, you say, getting out a diaper.

jimmy nods, laying on the bed.

you gently pull the diaper on him, he moans softly as you touch his skin.

he goes inside his cradle as you prepare the milk.

”there you go, baby”, you coo, putting the baby bottle inside his mouth.

jimmy starts eagerly drinking the milk, maintaining eye-contact with you.

he’s gulping it down wetly, making you hornier.

some milk remains at the corner of his mouth as he finishes.

”messy little baby”, you say, wiping it with your thumb. then you bring your finger to your lips. jimmy’s staring, clearly waiting for you to join him.

”mama, i wanna make love”, jimmy whines.

”oh?” you say. ”beg”, you demand.

”please, mummy, pleaseeee”, jimmy keeps whining, looking at you with puppy-dog eyes. ”i really wanna”, he adds.

”fine”, you say, climbing in the cradle with him.

jimmy immediately pins you down, going in for a kiss.

you jokingly turn your head. ”no kissing”, you tease him.

jimmy pouts, some tears in his eyes.

”please mama, i wanna kiss ye”, he whines.

you keep your head turned, so jimmy grabs you, forcing you to look at him.

”jimmy!” you giggle.

he ignores you and kisses you, loud and wet.

you let him push his tongue inside your mouth.

he’s moaning, licking into you like he’s starving.

”mama..” jimmy murmurs. ”i gotta pee”, he adds.

”sit on my face, baby”, you say.

jimmy nods, blushing. he climbs on top of your face and sits on it with the diaper still on.

then he starts peeing. you can feel the diaper getting wet, the pungent smell of piss filling your nostrils.

his weight is crushing you against the pillow, and his piss is leaking out the diaper on your face.

you gag, but he doesn’t let you breathe.

instead he takes the diaper off and starts grinding his asshole on your face.

you whimper and pat on his ass, but he keeps going.

he puts his asshole on your nose, humping your face.

your face is filled with his sweat and piss at that point.

jimmy moans and starts going faster, grinding his asshole on your face until you can’t breathe.

”jimmy stop!” you demand, you’re getting tired.

”b-but mummy..” jimmy whines, lifting his ass slightly.

”you heard me”, you say.

jimmy sighs and climbs off your face.

he pins you down again, looking at you almost apologetically. ”sorry mama..” he says.

”fuck me”, you say.

his eyes light up instantly. jimmy gives his cock a few pumps, then he lines up.

he starts pushing inside, your belly bulging as he bottoms out.

jimmy’s breathing hard, almost drooling on you.

then he starts thrusting. slow, steady thrusts at first.

”m-mama..” he moans, tears rolling down his face.

”shh, baby, don’t cry”, you coo, cupping his cheek.

but he can’t help himself. jimmy keeps sobbing while fucking you, his round belly slamming against yours.

”i love ye so m-much mummy”, jimmy cries, smushing his face against your neck.

”i love you too, baby”, you purr, kissing his hair.

jimmy starts kissing and sucking on your neck while slamming inside you, wet smacks filling the room.

he’s filling you up completely, his large frame covering your smaller one.

you feel overpowered in the best way possible. having a fat boyfriend has its perks.

jimmy lets out a loud, pathetic moan as he reaches deep, some precum already leaking inside your cunt.

you wrap your legs and arms around him, pulling him close.

he’s sweating, panting hard.

he moves from your neck to your lips to give you a desperate, wet kiss, lips smushed against yours.

he whimpers against your mouth and starts smacking his lips loudly against yours.

you’ve always found his kisses a bit gross, but there’s definitely something hot about it.

”m-mama, me tummy..” jimmy whines, pulling away from your lips.

”come on then”, you coo, kissing his forehead.

jimmy whimpers and buries himself deep inside you, you feel thick ropes of cum filling your pussy.

he crashes on top of you, not pulling out. he’s heavy, so you have a hard time breathing. but you don’t care, he’s your baby.

so you pet his hair, kiss his shoulder.

”my baby”, you whisper.

jimmy lets out a satisfied sigh.

you’ve stopped counting minutes. the air feels thick, warm. it’s nearly summer, the evening sun is shining through the thin curtains.

you’ve tried breaking the door, no success. there’s always a jimmy outside, guarding you. you’ve thought about jumping from the window, but it’s the same problem. a jimmy.

they caught you running with your younger brother, spike. caught you easily, too. forced you to come with them to an abandoned house.

they made spike fight one of the jimmies. he managed to kill him, purely out of luck. so now he’s somewhere out there, in a blonde wig.

you didn’t get a wig. just an old, lace nightgown. they stripped you, washed you, and put the gown on you.

and now you’re waiting for spike to come in and save you.

the door opens. it’s not spike.

sir lord jimmy crystal, your captor.

he steps in, wearing that stupid fucking tiara. the rings and jewelry he wears are glistening in the sunlight. the upside-down cross he wears makes your skin crawl.

”miss me already, bonnie?” he says, walking up to your bed where you’re sat.

you instinctively lean back, but he’s quick, climbing on the bed and pinning you down.

you start squirming and kicking desperately, trying to put at least some distance between you and him. it’s no use, he overpowers you easily.

”shh, lovey, no use fightin’ now, or have ye already forgotten about yer wee brother?” he asks.

you freeze.

”aye, if ye donnae act sweet fer me somethin’ might happen tae him”, he says.

you feel tears forming in your eyes.

”aww, bonnie thing, none o’ that now”, he says, cupping your cheek.

”ye have an important task tae do”, he says.

you mewl, tears starting to pour down your cheeks.

jimmy hushes you and wipes your tears with his thumb.

”shh, lovey, ’s an’ important task! ye’re tae be me bride, the mama tae me wee lad”, he says.

”no, no!” you cry, shaking your head.

”aww, fussy wee babe”, jimmy coos, wiping more of your tears.

he presses a slow, wet kiss to your cheek. ”now.. first i gotta make sure ye’re all ready fer me”, he says calmly.

”gimme a kiss, bonnie”, he says, leaning in.

you immediately turn your head away from him, squeezing your lips shut.

”what did i say?” he asks with a frustrated tone. ”dinnae i say ye gotta act sweet fer me, or something might happen tae yer wee brother?” he adds.

you look at jimmy, slightly parting your lips.

”atta girl, now c’mere an’ kiss me”, jimmy says.

you gulp, but end up putting your lips on his. just slightly, but jimmy quickly leans in more, responding to your kiss hungrily.

”open yer mouth”, he mumbles against your lips.

you feel disgusted, but end up obeying him.

jimmy shoves his tongue inside your mouth, twirling it against your stiff one.

he’s moaning, eagerly licking into you.

then you feel it. his cock rubbing against your cunt through the fabric of his tracksuit bottoms and your nightgown.

you feel uncomfortable so you try to shift, but jimmy only deepens the kiss, grinding himself harder against you.

he starts rubbing his cock on your cunt, moving his hips against yours.

he whimpers against your mouth and bites your lower lip, smushing his face harder against yours. you let out a small noise, which seems to arouse him more.

he doesn’t part his lips from yours while grinding himself against you, but keeps on kissing you, drool pouring from the corners of his mouth.

”aye, ye’ll be a fine wee bride”, he mumbles against your lips, only to force you into another wet kiss.

he starts fondling your breasts, like he’s experiencing a woman’s body for the first time.

he finally parts from your lips with a loud smack and a line of drool connecting your mouths.

he starts sloppily kissing and sucking on your neck, leaving behind hickeys.

then he lifts up your dress, exposing your cunt and stomach.

you close your legs, but he immediately forces them apart.

”be a good lass now..” he murmurs.

he places a few, slow kisses on your belly before leaning in on your cunt.

he kisses both your inner thighs before inhaling, deep.

”ye smell so clean”, he sighs, almost dreamily.

then he does what you’ve been dreading. he licks. slow and savoring, up and down your folds. he repeats it until you’re practically shaking from anticipation.

”mmh, ye taste sweeter than sin”, jimmy says.

then his mouth crashes onto your cunt. he starts hungrily making out with your pussy, drooling all over it.

you whimper and try scooting away, but he’s holding you down.

he’s messy with it. smacking loudly, moaning, drooling. like you’re his last meal on earth.

he moves his lips to your clit, starting to suck on it gently. you let out a moan, pushing your head deeper into the pillow.

jimmy chuckles and takes two, ringed fingers and shoves them deep inside you.

you cry out from the sensation. he hooks his fingers inside you, starting to suck harder.

that’s when it happens, your fluids splash all over his face. jimmy moans and drinks it all up.

"s-stop", you cry.

jimmy just groans as a response and keeps on eating you, until your legs are shaking.

you squirt more, wetting up the bed. jimmy doesn’t stop, he seems to be encouraged.

he’s slurping loud, drinking up every bit of your fluids. his fingers are hitting deep, making you cry out in pleasure.

you feel yourself getting closer to your release. you desperately try to stop it, but the combination of his fingers and tongue is too much for you. you cry as you come on jimmy’s face and fingers.

jimmy chuckles and starts cleaning you up, swallowing everything. then he kisses your inner thigh.

"looks like ye’re all ready fer me cock, angel", he murmurs.

"no, no, please!" you plead with teary eyes.

jimmy ignores you as he starts pulling down his pants.

your eyes widen once you see his dick. it’s absolutely massive, nothing like you’ve seen before. long, thick and deep-red at the tip.

jimmy says nothing and lines up, like raping you is the most natural thing he could do.

"stop!" you try.

"shh, honey, be a good lass fer me", jimmy coos.

he starts pushing inside you, slowly. you whimper as he bottoms out.

jimmy lets out a moan, staying still, buried inside your wet cunt.

”ye’re so warm”, he says, planting a slow kiss to your temple.

he doesn’t move an inch, just keeps himself inside you.

”can’t you just go on with it?” you cry.

”shh, bonnie, ye gotta enjoy the moment”, jimmy coos.

you’re disgusted by him. his nasty teeth and greasy hair make your skin crawl.

he finally starts moving, slowly pulling out, only to slam back inside with a force so strong your legs shake.

you let out a whimper as he starts pounding you, wet smacks filling the room from his cock meeting with your cunt.

”aye, ye were fuckin’ made fer me”, jimmy pants. ”such a good lass, good girl, pretty wee thing”, he moans.

you just cry, unable to stop.

”so pretty when ye cry, bonnie”, jimmy purrs, kissing your cheek.

”fuck you!” you hiss through your tears.

jimmy frowns. ”watch that tongue”, he says.

he suddenly wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing hard.

you can’t breathe, so you desperately try to grab on his hand, but jimmy just grins.

he keeps choking you, squeezing harder with each thrust.

your eyes are watering, your head feels like it’s about to explode.

jimmy just chuckles and keeps going, holding onto your throat as he fucks into you.

you feel like you’re about to pass out, that’s when he finally releases you. you start coughing, your cheeks and eyelashes wet with tears.

”insult me again an’ i’ll keep goin’ till ye pass out, howzat?” jimmy says. ”an’ i’ll keep fucking ye after ye pass out”, he adds.

he starts going slightly faster, his cock throbbing inside you.

you hiccup, helplessly trying to scoot away, but jimmy keeps holding onto you.

”gonna breed ye so nice fer me, make ye a mama”, jimmy coos. ”a round belly and tits full of milk, that’s how ye were meant tae be”, he keeps fantasizing.

”no, please, i don’t wanna baby!” you cry desperately.

”ye will have many”, jimmy says. ”carry me seed”, he adds.

”can’t wait tae taste yer milk”, he purrs.

you can feel that he’s getting closer from the way he’s talking. he’s making himself more and more excited.

”fuckin’ good lass, so perfect fer me”, jimmy purrs, slamming his hips even harder against yours.

his cock is hitting your g-spot just right, making you cry out in pleasure. you hate having him see you aroused.

”aww, fuck, i’m gonna-”, jimmy groans.

then he slams inside you for one last time, burying his cock deep.

you feel hot spurts of thick cum pouring inside you.

you cry, feeling defeated and violated.

jimmy stays buried inside your for a while, then he gently pulls out. he makes you lift up your legs.

”good lass, ye’ll be pregnant sooner than ye know it”, he purrs.

”i’ll keep ye fed an’ warm, take care of ye”, he promises. ”ye won’t be leavin’, ever”, he adds.

”can i see spike?” you cry.

”that depends on how good ye’ll behave”, jimmy says.

”i’ll be good, please, i need to see him!” you bawl.

”shh, shh, donnae be fussy now”, jimmy coos.

”be a good lass an’ gimme a kiss then”, he says, puckering his lips.

you gulp, but end up putting your lips on his.

jimmy moans and grabs your cheeks, pulling you in an excruciatingly long and wet kiss.

you cry against his lips.

jimmy starts petting your hair as he kisses you, clearly attempting to comfort you.

”shh, shh, me wee babe”, he coos while pulling away from your lips.

he pulls his pants back up and cuddles you from behind, forcing you to stay in his arms.

”rest now, mama”, he purrs, gently kissing your temple.

you can’t help but just cry as jimmy pets you and gives you kisses.

The smell of sweat hung in the air in the stuffy makeshift gym. 

Your muscles ached, your legs were giving out, and you were almost completely out of breath. 

"Keep going." 

You throw a quick punch to Lion's padded hand. 

"That's it."

You duck one of his swipes. 

"Nice, one more." 

You gather all of the strength left in your body and throw a combo of jabs, ducking when you needed. 

Heavy breathing fills the room. 

"That was good, y/n. You're getting the hang of it." Lion says, removing his padded gloves. 

"T—Thanks." you huff, on the verge of collapse. 

You started training with Lion after he and his brother watched you get into a bar fight one night when they were on the road. You were down on your luck and didn't have anywhere to go, so when Lion suggested you stick with him and his brother, you decided to take your chances. 

Lion's brother, Stan, wasn't a fan of the suggestion that you tag along with them on their journey, but you learned quickly to ignore whatever he had to say. 

"Are we done for the day?" you ask, hoping that Lion will be kind enough to cut training short today. 

Lion raises an eyebrow and stifles a laugh. 

"Well, are we?" you prod, eyes full of exhaustion and hope. 

Lion approaches you and flips you onto the mat below. 

You two begin to wrestle around. 

"If you can get out of my grip, we can be done, Tiger." 

Tiger is what Lion called you now. 

You could guess that Stan was the dopey "bear" of the group.

You had gotten the nickname after fearlessly arguing with Stan and putting him in his place after he had attempted to screw over Lion like he always did. 

Lion had you in some kind of hold, his legs clumsily wrapped around your torso and his arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind. He wasn't holding you as hard as he usually did when he teased you like this. 

Taking advantage of how softly Lion held his position, you twist your body within his grip. Your faces are almost touching when you finish moving. 

Lion's eyes begin to search your face, his gaze landing on your lips for a moment and then flicking back up to your gorgeous eyes. His face flushes crimson. 

The tension had been building ever since you'd met Lion. 

You noticed the way that his hands lingered a little too long on the small of your back when guiding you, how he tenderly brushed your hair away from your face, and how he always playfully untied your shoelaces when you two were waiting for Stan to do whatever task he was doing. 

Lion surely picked up on the subtle ways you expressed your interest as well. The way you helped him stretch when Stan was gone, tended to his injuries so delicately, and cooked for him whenever you scrounged up healthy groceries. 

Lion's favorite thing you've ever done for him in the short time that you have known each other was sewing his name into a pink robe you stole from one of the hotels you all stayed at. 

The air in the tiny, dingy gym shifted. 

Still on top of Lion, you rub his nose with yours. 

Embarassed of the cheesy thing you just did, you blush and mumble something about being sorry while attempting to get up. 

Lion tightens his grip on your body and his lips meet yours. 

You break away, slightly afraid of the changing dynamic between yourself and Lion. 

"Lion… I—" 

"Just kiss me… please." Lion whispers, bringing his face closer once again. 

You give in to Lion's plea and kiss him deeper. Your hands cradling the back of his head as his hands slide down to your hips. 

His kisses are salty sweet and gentle. 

Lion breaks away from time to time to hum honey-coated praises into your ear and plant kisses on your neck. 

"I've been waiting to do that for a while now, Tiger." 

You laugh lightly into the crook of Lion's neck. 

"So have I, Lion." 

Lion was now hugging your waist firmly, and in one full motion he flips you on your back again. 

"Aha, caught you off guard!" he laughs.

You can't help but laugh as you struggle under his weight while trying to break out of his hold. 

Lion attacks you with more kisses. 

The room fills with a palatable joy, every single worry and doubt that chronically plagued the both of you washing away with every touch and whisper of love. 

You two continue roughhousing when the door to the gym flies open. 

"Yo, kiddos! I've got food!" Stan obnoxiously shouts.

Both Lion and yourself groan as you collect yourselves. 

When Stan turns his back to put the food down, Lion plants a kiss onto your cheek and gives you his best puppy eyes. 

"We'll finish training later, Tiger." 

You woke up agitated, as any other time that you dream about it. Searching for comfort, you fixed a quick bath and your favorite breakfast. There was something else that could bring you comfort, yes. Yet there was no certainty as to when you were to see Remmick again, but you can also feel your heart skipping a beat only by thinking about it, he brings you relief like nothing else can, and that could be dangerous.

It is also a beautiful thing to hold on to, thanks to him you won't be alone ever again. Surely there’ll be times when he leaves, or maybe he resumes his travels, but he won’t grow old or abandon you. Remmick can offer you the certainty that there’s someone in the world to call a friend, no matter how many seasons and decades may pass. He’s becoming that place where you go when fear takes over.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the swamp an old and abandoned mansion was occupied by the very same vampire. Thinking about your latest encounter, he smiles without noticing. Smiles too whenever he thinks of your involuntary jokes and the nervousness you try to hide. His hunger for you is only surpassed by a renewed curiosity for other lifeforms: a witch is eager to help him. Oh, he genuinely smiles while dismembering his latest hunt.

The next time you saw each other was by accident; you were summoned by a group of men that were coming back from working in the fields. One of them fell terribly ill, no doctor was in sight. You were the closest help. The sun was setting and time was precious, you brought your plants and knowledge to the road where he passed out. But even pouring your heart and energy in his recovery you couldn’t do anything, Death already made her mind. 

“I’m so sorry… it’s better if you let his family know”

“We’ll be back, could you please stay with him meanwhile?” said one of them, taking his hat off in sign of resignation. 

“Of course, I shall keep him company.” You closed his eyes and put flowers into his hands.

It was common for witches, sorceresses and herbalists to answer the call of despair, and just as doctors, death was part of it. They say there’s no use crying, but every time you lose a soul you can feel a piece of your humanity dying with them. You can’t help the tears. 

Your mourning was interrupted by a familiar voice, the warmest, the brightest you're ever known.

“Now, what do we have here?”

“Remmick… what are you-?”

“Aren’t you sharing, honey? I’m so hungry”

“That’s by far the worst joke you've ever done” You're quickly furious. Can't believe he dares being this disrespectful.

“Who said I'm joking, darling?” and then you saw him, really saw him. The darkness in his eyes, the thirst that many warned you about.

You can’t recognize this devil in front of you. Fangs ready to penetrate, claws about to rip you apart. This was a test, it must be, like in the fables whenever a malign force tried corrupting a lamb or rabbit, testing their limits. But there’s no malevolent being in front of you, it was your friend. 

And he’s hoping for you to desert a man that just died in your arms, just for him to feed viciously. Just because he can take whatever he wants from you, could it be that he knows that you belong to him? That only a few encounters were enough for you to lend him your heart. But is your love really unconditional? 

“HOW DARE YOU, MONSTER?” your tears and the yell startled him, you can feel your heart breaking.

“Now, now, why would you owe them anything? Why do you protect them? You’re closer to their gods than to them.”

“Don’t you speak of them as if they were things, they're still my people. You might have forgotten what it was like to be a human, I could never betray them”.

“Then you’re more stupid than what I thought. Humans made me this being you judge unwhorty.” he declared, hoping to break you the same way you did to him. 

You kept the body of the man closer to you, challenging Remmick, your eyes two burning stakes, alive in fury.

“You’re going to push me away, sugar”

“Maybe it’s for the best…”

“If you say so.”

All inside you was screaming that this was a mistake, you were going to be sick, to decay. This has to be a nightmare, but you’re clearly watching him turn around.

“Wait… wait, don't go” You said in whispers full of tears he just couldn’t listen to. You should be feeling relieved, the devil himself tempted you, already owning your heart, yet you found your faith in humanity stronger. But you could only feel despair and abandonment.

When the family of the man arrived you barely gave your condolences and practically ran away. You locked yourself in your home, letting the hours pass. Morning came with you crying your eyes out. It was monstrous, the way you desired for him to knock your door, for him to tell him that was but a cruel joke, for him to laugh with you again. 

Weeks passed and you survived barely by your decadent magic, the herbs in the garden started to die, the house from outside seemed abandoned. And the only person that could fix it only dared to look from afar, Remmick knew it was terribly wrong what he had done, his thirst blinded him. Yet not once before meeting you he wondered about the morality of his hunger. Maybe cruelty wasn't in his nature, was this regret? 

Heartbroken and alone once more, Remmick’s hunting instinct called again. It hasn’t passed enough time since his last meal, but enough time since your last encounter, and hunger appears in many forms. This time your rejection only lighted his lust for blood, tonight it was far too much to bear. A deranged combination between thirst and desire woke inside of him. The ache that he felt before meeting you came back in waves even stronger. He needs to feed his senses with your sight and your voice, even if it’s forbidden.

He imagines he intrudes in your house, -he could do it anytime-, and takes you away. He pictures himself begging for forgiveness, crying in your chest, holding to your hips. You might yell about his monstrous nature, and he’ll accept any reproach you have ready for him. About his cruelty, his manipulative tendencies, his profound desire for blood… your blood. He’s willing to accept it all, as long as he can return to your side.

Instead, he admits he couldn't terrorize you by taking you by force, in the past he might just drink your blood and leave you to rot in your home. But you’re far too precious for him, if you hate him then he’ll do anything to earn your favor again. He wants you to humiliate him if that means absolution.

But for now, the hunting begins, a poor unlucky woman whose only sin was to look like you, -he’ll search for the same hair color, complexion and skin-, would pay for his sadness and desire tonight.

Was your closeness to humanity a way to absolve your crime? You have taken a life without remorse, justified even. Were you just as bad as Remmick? Was he even wrong when his very own nature was feeding on humans? 

Deep down, you know the absolution you long for is either granted by the Goddess or by… him, the only creature that takes lives and -in your eyes- is justified. Only a creature like he could understand. Maybe that’s why you insisted on getting closer to him.

Tonight you decide you miss him enough to forget your pride and principles. You need to hear his voice, even if it ends up in a fight. You're tired of missing him, can’t quite explain why he means this much, only that his absence is killing you.

You can’t quite explain where this impulse of action came from, it’s almost as if his soul is calling you, and you’re merely answering, like possessed.

And so you made your way to the swamp, revisiting the steps you took that first night, the night you met him. The moon was bright and full and the air was almost cold, enough to make you shake. You’re thinking about how there’s no one on this Earth that owns your heart the way he does. Have you considered he’s perhaps your soulmate? You were about to debate it when you heard the voice of a woman and the unmistakable laugh of Remmick.

Stopping in your tracks, the image in front of you was unmistakable. You couldn’t see her face, only her back, but even so she seemed beautiful. Remmick looked… mesmerized. What is this grief that suddenly overwhelms you?

Remmick promised you were the only one close to him, then why does she approach him like that? “Why on earth would you bring me in the middle of nowhere, baby?” you heard her say. 

“Only a precaution from prying eyes, honey” He called you that too. 

You were clearly an invasor to their moment, so you ran away, not looking back, not once. You started to cry and did not understand why. That prevented you from listening to the rest of the scene:

Remmick called her by your name and held her with such strength and passion, imagining it was you.

“Say you want me”

“That’s not my name…”

“Hm… Wrong answer”

And with that he stabbed her with his claws, opening her neck wide. Drinking shamelessly from her. Crying silently for not being enough for you. For not being able to listen to you begging for him. For you not wanting him the way he wants you.

It took you years to create a life for you, a home. And now it seems like it slips from the tips of your fingers, all for a man, nonetheless. You felt like a fool, love has only brought you pain. But is this love? Can you love him after this? The worst part is that he has done… nothing.

Remmick, on the other hand, felt shame and guilt once the rush of his actions faded and realized it's been a couple of months since the last time you saw each other. The night of his latest hunt, once the girl laid at his feet, he realized she looked nothing like you, she lacked your smile and warmth. He damns himself for taking her life, he hates what he has done, and wishes for the swamp to eat him whole.

If you knew about what he has done, could you find the strength to forgive him? Remmick can almost hear you defending the girl from him, if you were there you would've protected her, he’s sure of it. If you knew the things he would do for you, would you love him still? Do you still love him?

It happened one summer night, none of you expected to meet again. You thought he had left the Delta a season ago, but he’s been starving himself, only hunting animals surrounding the place where You met, hoping to find you again.

That night you visited the swamp looking for wild plants, you decided enough was enough and tried to bring your garden to life once again. Alas!, you're making your way to the most treacherous places. Moonlight is so precarious, it’s almost as if you’re hoping to put yourself in danger, in case he’s there to protect you…

But hours passed and the swamp was indifferent to your presence, every animal and every plant kept their melodic harmony for themselves. The beauty that once surrounded you denies you entry. Your lamentations were interrupted when you fell over your face, after your left foot got trapped in a tree root.

Oh it hurt a lot! You’re sure you sprained it. You tried to break free so you could tend it. But the more you tried, the more it remained in the same place, trapped. 

Suddenly, you hear steps, sounded like a big animal. Could it be a predator? Your magic! You need to hurry and conjure an enchantment. You’re about to cast a thunder when two familiar eyes appear in front of you. 

Bright like hot coal, deep as the sea. Remmick looked at you like never before, he seemed… hurt.

None of you dared speaking. He approached slowly, like a hunter trying to get closer to a deer. He noticed immediately your state, there was no way you could run away. And he’s been so hungry…

His senses are screaming at him to jump, catch you, devour you. Your smell, his ruin. You didn’t realize when exactly, but you were sobbing. That caught his attention. Something in him is pulling his body closer, he needs to console you.

“I’m not going to hurt you, dove” he finally said, but you were far too scared.

“I mean it, hush darling. I'm here now, nothing’s gonna hurt you. Not even me.” You compulsibly pulled your leg but only made it worse, you screamed in pain. 

“Oh, oh, oh, don’t, honey. Please.” There was no use trying to calm you down, so he decided to take the matter in his hands. With the softest of touches, he took your feet, twisted a bit and let you fall in his arms. 

“Hush, now, dove. I’m here”

“Remmick… I thought I…” You finally said

“Don’t, darling, please don’t say a thing, I know. I’m so sorry” He caressed your hair and your face with an impossible tenderness. 

“Could I allow myself to believe that someday you'd be able to forgive me, dove”

“Remmick, I’ve missed you so much” You confessed, you’re so angry and so sad with yourself for allowing this much time to pass without him. Damn your morals, damn your hopes.

“I was so wrong, darling”

“No, you were only trying to feed”

“I should’ve known better”

“I should have ask you to drink from me instead”

“Don’t say those things, darling. You don’t know what it means to a vampire like me.”

“I know that I shouldn't have let you go.”

“You really missed me, don’t you?” he tried to joke

“With all my life…”

Neither of you dared to break the embrace, but you were shaking. So he decided to lift you, like the night you met. “Let’s go home, dove.”

Maybe it was the mixed feelings, the relief and the complicity. But you related all about the man you killed trying to protect yourself and how you decided to sacrifice him in exchange for your eternal youth.

Remmick was shaken by the confession but somehow made him feel closer to you. To him, you can’t do wrong, he’d testify in your favor if you asked him to. But this new dimension in your story, he feels a deeper connection to you now. He’s your confidant now and your advocate.

Once you arrived at your cottage he entered with you still in his arms. He’s thinking that there’s nothing in this world that would convince him of letting you go. He's delighted with your warmth and smell, he just can’t stop thinking about your breasts lifting when you breathe, or the texture of your lips now that the tears ceased.

He has to make a supernatural effort to let you down in your bed.

“I won't let you go again, woman”

“Then don't leave now”

“I’ll come back soon, I promise”

He takes your arm and turns it so your wrist is at his disposal, and kisses it, feeling your heartbeat. You closed your eyes, feeling his lips and his doubts, he doesn’t want to scare you but needs to be closer to you at the same time.

“You know? I could get used to saving you” you didn’t hear quite right.

“I'm sorry, what?” 

But when you looked again he was gone, or so you thought. He was looking from the line of trees in the back of your house. He saw you get up looking for him from the windows. After you gave up, he noticed you were changing into your nightgown.

Oh your skin looked so soft, so delicious. And the fabric of your dress adjusted perfectly to your figure. He can feel his heart beating on his throat and the pressure in his pants.

He’s just your friend, he needs to remember you just made amends and he must try to earn your trust again. But the image in front of him and his imagination are tempting him. The things he could do to you if you allowed him, if you asked him, if you begged him to. His lips still feel the electricity of the kiss in your wrist.

He started to drool, he needed to restrain himself. But punishment can come later, he now needs to find release, and he won’t make the mistake of trying to find you in other people again. He’ll touch himself, stroke, pull and caress thinking it’s all you.

He’ll find release thinking of your crying voice, imagining your moaning over his ministrations. He’ll make you cry from extasis and then dry your tears with his newly found tenderness. He’ll pour everything inside you. For all he is, belongs to you.

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