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Acrisios blinked, his curiosity piqued. Pathetic? What did Telemachus do this time?

“You’re just so desperate for me, aren’t you?” She continued, her tone dripping with mockery.

“Oh gods,” Acrisios whispered, realizing where this was going. He should’ve walked away right then. He should’ve. But his feet refused to move.

“Yes, I am,” Telemachus’s voice replied, startlingly eager. Acrisios clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle the horrified gasp that escaped him.

“And you’re lucky I even put up with you,” she added, her voice laced with playful cruelty.

“Yes,” Telemachus agreed without hesitation, his tone almost worshipful. Acrisios’s face twisted into a mixture of horror and disbelief. What in the name of Olympus am I listening to?

“Say it,” she demanded. “Say how worthless you are without me.”

“I’m Worthless,” Telemachus said obediently, his voice muffled but unmistakably…happy about it. That was it. Acrisios stumbled backward, his brain screaming at him to run. He didn’t care if he made noise or if they heard him—he needed to escape this nightmare immediately.

As he fled down the hall, he muttered to himself, “I need a drink. No, several drinks. Maybe a memory wiping potion. Gods help me, I’m surrounded by lunatics.” He didn’t stop until he was safely in his room, where he slammed the door shut and leaned against it, shaking his head furiously.

“Telemachus enjoys being degraded?” he whispered to himself in disbelief. “By y/n? Of all people?”

soft dom! aaron who takes his time finger fucking you until he's confident he can slide in without hurting you. the pad of his thumb finding it's way to rub circles on your clit, as he watches you writhe and squirm from overstimulation.

soft dom! aaron who enjoys going down on you purely for the way your body grows limp in satisfaction every time you cum. you don't even need to return the favor, feeling your thighs clamp around his head and your hips bucking is all that he needs.

soft dom! aaron who can't go without marking you every where. you've learned to rub away hickeys with coins and whisks for when the purplish bruises peek out from under your clothing.

soft dom! aaron who wears the scratch marks you left on him the previous night like trophies. they remind him of the way your legs trembled around his waist when he set an unforgiving pace, your eyes rolling back and nails digging into his arms.

soft dom! aaron who bites. hard enough for you to feel a pinch, but not enough to break your skin. in the midst of burying himself in your pussy, he leaves open mouthed kisses that turn into nips, groaning in ecstasy when he feels you flutter around him.

soft dom! aaron who mutters nothing but praise for you. his hands run up and down your body with whispers of good girl and you're taking it so well for me escape his mouth as he bottoms out.

soft dom! aaron who has to be holding you close no matter the postion. taking it from behind? he's holding you up, groaning and panting in your ear. missionary? he's hugging you like his life depends on it. riding him? he's holding your waist and looking at you like you're the goddess of earth.

soft dom! aaron who can't help but overstimulate you. he just loves seeing you gush, so it's only natural he fucks with the intent of seeing you orgasm at least thrice.

you first time with soft dom! aaron was soft and vulnerable.

he checked in with you at every turn and made sure you were okay with every moment that things escalated, because tonight was about you and your needs, not his. he took his time kissing every inch of you, his fluffy ears perking every time your voice hitched. he took mental notes of when you'd squirm and pant a little more, making sure to give those spots more attention. his rough hands brushed against your chest, tugging gently on your perked nipples. his hand moved lower and lower til it reached the waistband of your panties.

"this okay?"

you were quick to nod, the tension in your body threatening to break any moment. the stretch when the first finger slipped in burned, and aaron slowed his pace, keeping an eye on your expression.

"mmh–you can do more–" you gasped when the second one followed, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

"shit–i'm sorry, do you want me to stop?"

"no no–haah.."

his thick fingers thrusted painfully slow as you eased into the sensation, the pain gradually ebbing away. you squirmed desperately, attempting to fuck yourself on his fingers.

"more please.." you begged, your legs spreading wider in invitation. aaron seemed to pay you no mind, ignoring your request, making you huff in frustration.

"aaron?" you propped yourself up on your elbows to glance at the man between your legs, only to find his once concerned gaze replaced with fascination, fixated on the way you swallowed his fingers.

"stop staring..!" you whined. you tried to close your legs in embarrassment but he easily held them open, and each wet squelch! only grew louder.