𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 :: donna troy x black!fem reader
𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 :: "Sweet mother, I cannot weave ─ slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for another girl" ─ Fragment 102 - Sappho of Lesbos
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The heavy wooden doors of the throne room echoed with the residual noises of his shouting. It was dead in the middle of the night, yet somehow the same argument that you were currently having with your husband, spun from the same bitter thread, seemed to be the loudest thing right now.
Most would think this marriage was precision and anointing, blessed from the gods above to give you a partner to the end of time.
Funny thing is, this union was never about love, or compatibility, or even mutual respect. It was an arranged marriage, a sterile political contract designed by the elders to bind two powerful kingdoms together against a mutual enemy.
To him, you were nothing more than a pawn to their little game, a necessary nuisance.
The council had whispered of the great things that would come from this alliance—peace, prosperity, and preferably a son to carry on the royal lineage.
But the intimacy required to build a dynasty was completely absent.
There was no warmth in your bed, no tenderness in his touch. No source of security─ and when he did look at you, it wasn't with desire, or yearn or compassion, but with cold hearted disgust.
And yet, there was absolutely nothing wrong with you.
You were a goddess, born from the stars, molded by the moon. You exude poise, peace and comfort, breathtakingly radiant, carrying yourself with an effortless grace that turned heads whenever you passed by.
Your body was…out of this world. It was something to be proud of. A body of a temple, a body to be worshipped on. It was soft and elegant in all the right places, a vision of divine beauty.
And you'd think your husband would partake in every bit of it right? You’d think he’d flaunt every bit of you to every man who ever dared glanced your way or uttered your attention?
Your husband disapproved of everything you were.
He sneered at the way you dressed, frowned upon the thin, revealing fabrics and silks you favored, calling them unrefined and anything but classy. He believed it to be an embarrassment, a disgrace to the image of his family. As his wife you should be dressed more modestly, more clean and conservative.
But the rest of the kingdom vehemently disagreed with his assessment.
Despite the heavy crown on your head, you were surrounded by a sea of admirers.
Courtiers whispered praises in your wake, and the young girls in the village square would look up at you with wide, adoring eyes, softly proclaiming that they wished to grow up and look exactly like their queen.
But your beauty was only the surface.
You possessed a gentle soul, a woman of deep kindness who refused to be confined to a gilded cage. Rather than sitting idly in the palace doing superficial nonsense while your husband handled "king's work.” You found a sense of belonging to the people, spending your days out and around the town, helping the less fortunate and funding shelters for the homeless. You were anything but the average, compliant queen—and he absolutely hated that.
He hated that you spoke your mind 99% of the time, that 1%? was to keep your sanity in place.
He hated that you argued back, hated that you stood up for yourself with a sharp tongue and unwavering dignity.
Most of all, he hated that he couldn't control you, that he couldn't mold you or fold you into the quiet, submissive doll he wanted for his throne.
Tonight had been the breaking point.
Like so many nights before, after screaming at each other until the air in the chamber grew suffocating, he had stormed out, slamming the heavy oak doors so hard the iron sconces rattled.
His parting words were a familiar venom, sneering that you shouldn't expect him back for the night─ his transparent yet pathetic way of stating that he would spend the remaining hours of the night drunk off his ass, drowning his bruised ego in the beds of local whores.
In the early months of the marriage, a night like this would have broken you. You would have curled up alone in the center of that massive, freezing canopy bed, weeping into the pillows and regretting every choice that brought you to this state.
Lately? You didn't cry. You didn't scream or pity yourself to sleep.
Instead, you found yourself annoyed and irritatingly frustrated by his behavior. So much to the point that you needed an escape. An escape from this room, this reality, this marriage, this moment of just being.
You'd slip a heavy cloak over your creamy silk gown, quietly leave the royal quarters into the depths of the labyrinthine halls of the castle's west wing. Normally, the grand balconies or the manicured gardens, seemed to be enough peace for one night but moments like these? You needed more.
Where your steps took were a secluded, older sector of the fortress where high-ranking royals rarely bothered to roam, it had become your sanctuary, your place of not feeling like the queen that you usually were. It was a place where you found the walls secured and voices hushed. Where solidarity and confinement felt better for a sense of intimacy.
You moved down the narrow, dimly lit halls, past the stone corridors where the air grew cooler and the potent scent of incense faded into the honest smell of polished iron and old wood.
You walked with purpose until you reached your destination.
Placed in the heart of the guard's quarters, you stood before double doors with gold intricates along it— a private room assigned to the captain of your personal security.
Standing before the door, you took a soft breath, lifted your hand and rapped your knuckles against the wood a few times echoing a soft sound in the quiet corridor.
You waited patiently, your heart doing a familiar, expectant flutter in your chest, hoping she was inside.
A moment later, a quiet, rich voice traveled through the wood from within.
You turned the iron handle feeling the cool metal sting against your palm as you pushed the door open just far enough to slip through. The hinges groaned before you eased it shut again, careful not to let the latch echo down the corridor. The click of the latch felt like a definitive barrier, shutting out the rest of the suffocating palace, the echoing arguments, and the weight of a crown that felt more like a shackle.
Inside, the air was relaxing but calmer. It carried the smell of worn leather and polished steel, mixed with cedar and a faint trace of dried lavender from the sachets tucked along the shelves. The room was small compared to the grand chambers outside—functional, not decorative. A single oil lamp burned low on the desk, its flame steady, throwing amber light across the uneven stone walls and the scattered papers and maps.
Stood by the hearth, her heavy armor already stripped away for the night. Her black hair hung loose down her back, straight and glossy, slightly damp from earlier’s bath. She wore a three piece loungewear, it was loose along her towering frame but fitted her in a way that was captivating.
The robe hung from her shoulders brushed closely along the floor, its silk black fabric flowing with every move she made, leaving only her feet uncovered. The posture that usually carried the weight of command had softened; her stance was easy, her expression open. When her eyes met yours, the rigid discipline she wore in public slipped away. The commander was gone. What remained was the woman who had seen you at your worst and never flinched.
She didn’t ask for an explanation. She didn’t need one. The tension in your jaw and the faint tremor in your hands told her everything she needed to know.
"My Queen," She hummed, a soothing purr sending an immediate thrill down your spine. She took slow steps toward you, her dark eyes tracking the way the thin, revealing silk of your gown clung to your curves under your loosely draped cloak. "You look as though you've been fighting battles of your own tonight."
"The usual ones," you replied, barely above a whisper. The anger that had sustained you through the shouting match with your husband was torturing, but it left a profound emptiness inside that you wanted to fill. "He left. Won't be back till morning."
Donna closed the distance between you, her steps deliberate and measured, Each movement giving you every opportunity to step back if you wanted to, but you stayed where you were, rooted in place. The quiet between you stretched, filled only by the faint crackle of the fire and the soft rustle of her loungewear as she moved.
When she reaches you, she lifts a hand, her sleeve slipping down her forearm around her elbow as she brushes her knuckles gently against your cheek. The touch light but unwavering. Her skin was warm, calloused from years of gripping a sword, providing a stark and intoxicating contrast to the soft perfection of your skin.
"Then he is a fool," Donna whispered, her thumb tracing the line of your lower lip, her eyes focused on your face with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. "A blind, miserable fool to leave such a goddess alone in the dark."
Her voice carried no theatrics, only conviction. The sincerity in it hit harder than any grand gesture could. You felt your chest tighten, a rush of emotion rising before you could stop it.
"I didn't…I didn't want to be alone tonight," you confessed, feeling flushed from her body heat reaching you as she stepped closer, the faint scent of cedar and oil clinging to her skin made it all so dizzying, familiar, and safe all at once. “I couldn’t stay in that room another minute.”
Donna’s gaze softened, a dark, protective fire igniting in her eyes. "You never have to. You are always safe here. With me."
For months, you’d been told you were too much—too outspoken, too demanding, too difficult—and somehow still not enough. But under Donna’s steady gaze, none of that seemed to matter. She looked at you like you were something extraordinary, and that simple truth broke through every wall you’d built to protect yourself.
Your eyes flutter to hers. Gulping to the one word that felt the most certain, the most clear: Safe.
It was such a simple word. Yet, was it so hard to feel that way? Was it too much to ask for? Why did it feel like you were pulling teeth just for something so important? You felt it nearly as the bare minimum. To you, it was such a simple promise, but it hit harder than it should have. Safety shouldn’t feel rare. It shouldn’t be something you had to earn or beg for. Yet in your marriage, it has become exactly that.
And then, you scoff under your breath, the memory of earlier’s argument flashing through your mind once more. Your eyes rolled before you could stop yourself, your head shifting, glaring to the left of you. Outside, beyond her balcony the night stretched wide. The lake below reflected the stars and the twin moons like shattered glass, the faint shimmer of light rippling with the wind. For a moment, it reminded you of home—the island where you’d grown up, where the air smelled of salt and jasmine and love didn’t feel like a battlefield. The memory was so vivid it almost hurt.
“He’s infuriating,” you said finally, the words coming out on a feathery sigh. “Every little thing I do just… sets him off.” You murmured, turning your attention back to her. Her fingers follow the movement, sliding down until they rested against the side of your neck. Thumb caressing the underside of your jaw and chin with a grounding steadiness. Your eyes hooded with exhaustion glared into hers, noticing the way her brows furrow at your words, lips worn slightly thin. “One minute it's the way I dress then the next it's my mouth. It's like…he wants me to be this submissive quiet wife but…”
The gesture was reassuring and quiet, it made you exhale a heavy sigh, eyes fluttering shut in pursuit. “...that's not me. That’s not who I am.” you say tiredly, arms wrapping around yourself, leaning most of your weight on one side of your hip. “It's even more upsetting when he doesn't compliment my body, when he doesn't find me attractive and then turns to whores for pleasure.” You paused, the words catching. “I know…no marriage is perfect but this… it’s just really disheartening, and…I feel like I'm gonna explode if I don't do something soon. I can't take another moment of this─”
“Hey,” and slowly, and suddenly, staring deep into your eyes like a trance. You feel her strong hands move and reach for your face, palms settled against your jaw and cheek, fingers sliding to the back of your neck. The warmth of her skin was immediate, her thumbs brushing over your cheekbones in small, rhythmic motions. You both linger there for a moment, her hands firm and gentle cradling your face as if she were trying to anchor you.
You frown, your lips parting. “But–”
The word came out soft but certain, leaving no room for argument. You exhaled sharply, stubborn at first, then closed your eyes and did as she asked. The air left your lungs in a slow, uneven rush before you drew it back in again. Donna watched you closely, her eyes tracking the rise and fall of your chest, waiting for the tension to ease.
“There,” she murmured. “That’s it. Nice and slow.”
Donna stayed close, her hands still resting against your face. Her gaze softened as she studied you—really studied you. The curve of your mouth, the faint tension around your eyes, the way your breath caught when her thumbs brushed your skin. There was no rush in her movements, only quiet focus. She’d seen you angry, exhausted, and guarded, but this was different. You looked fragile in a way that made her chest tighten and actions reacted in such a dangerous way.
She took a slow breath, her eyes tracing your features with a kind of quiet admiration. Your lips were full, your nose small and delicate, your cheeks flushed from emotion. You were a doll, genuinely created out of pure adoration and beauty. You glowed and flowed with love like the galaxy and even casted onto others unknowingly.
You looked like someone carved from care rather than vanity—someone who carried warmth even when the world gave none back. You had a way of expressing yourself and even had a way of making someone feel worth it. Donna had felt that warmth before, in the way you spoke to her, in the way you listened, in the way you teased and flirted out of playfulness. You had a way of making people feel seen, and she’d been on the receiving end of that more times than she could count.
When she noticed the tension in your shoulders easing, her hands moved again. Fingers found the clasp of your cloak, working it loose with practiced care. The heavy fabric slipped from your shoulders and fell to the floor, pooling around your feet. You stood before her in the thin translucent gown that your husband so bitterly despised—a garment he believed was meant for comfort, not display. Yet you were accustomed these types of clothes, there was no shame in revealing what the gods and goddesses blessed you with, but to him and his people it was frowned upon to be so...indecent.
The firelight caught the faint sheen of the fabric, outlining the shape of your body in subtle, muted tones. Donna’s breath silently got caught in her throat, she didn’t look away or shone you.
She just...let her eyes linger over you slowly with admiration. Finding it difficult how a man saw someone so exalting to be a disgrace. Nothing about you was shameful. Nothing about you was offensive. If anything, you were someone to keep sacred, to keep happy in every aspect.
The elegant curve of your waist, the fullness of your hips and thighs was a mouthwatering sight. The bust of your tits, your nipples hardening from the cool exposure of the wind. The strength in your posture and the luminous beauty of your mahogany skin— all of it was an illuminated glow by the hearth.
But where others may find fault in your flaws, Donna saw something whole. She saw something worth loving. Something worth keeping. Unlike him, she looked at you as if you were the only thing in the room that still made sense. The only treasure left in this broken world.
"Beautiful," Donna exhaled, voice dropping an octave, honeyed and thick, with a simmering ache she was fighting to contain. Her eyes stayed on you with steady intent as she reaches for your waist. "So incredibly beautiful.”
Full of devotion, she guides you closer till your foreheads meet. Till you feel the lukewarm air of her breath fan against your lips. Till the temptation grows more and more deeper as the warmth of her skin meet your own. Every aspect of this moment was intimate and daunting, sending a small tingle through your spine as she proceeds to lightly trace her nose past your cheek, lips nearly touching.
Her eyes moved over your face, lingering over every detail before locking with yours. The touch of her hands, the confidence in the way she looks at you—it all felt different now. This space between you was no longer innocent or friendly, but something heavier, something unspoken. Something that made the air thicken and charged with a need that rose fast and sharp in your chest.
"He doesn't deserve such a beautiful soul like you"
"You're so kind. So sweet."
"I just want to love you."
"I want to care for you in a way thats forbidden."
The praises she spoke made you feel something in an unguilty way. Your eyes fluttering halfway, drawn to her lips, then to her eyes again. You felt your nerves start to wake, your body reacting before your mind could catch up.
Your thoughts blurred, replaced by a familiar ache—a familiar want that had nothing to do with duty or expectation. You wanted to feel alive again. To be seen, not as a title or a burden, but as a person.
You wanted someone to look at you and recognize what you were beneath the exhaustion and restraint. The thought left a quiet ache in your chest, a reminder of how long it had been since you’d felt that kind of connection.
And the more you gnawed on the thought, the faster the distance between you dissolved. Your lips locked passionately in a heated kiss. Your mouths meshed together like a perfect puzzle piece, tangling your tongues over one another, vividly tasting of sweet wine and sharp mint along each other’s bated breaths.
Where her hands traveled, the fabric of your clothes were bunched beneath her fingertips. At the small of your back, her touch curved dangerously close to the fullness of your ass, wanting nothing more than to grope it in her hold. Your own hands glided up the firm muscle of her smooth forearms beneath her sleeves, fingertips tracing the visible lines of her veins underneath her skin.
Even with your back pinned flat against the nearest wall, she seamlessly guided your body flush against her own, pressing you so hard she could feel the subtle squeeze of your tits against her own. Her palm slid down your thigh to the crook of your knee, lifting your leg up and locking it securely against her hip so she could gently grind herself into you. Your brows furrowed deeper and deeper the more she focused on the cadence of her winds. It was a startling feeling at your center, a moment of bliss as she kept the pace to hear your breathing grow frantic, her other hand locked around your plump ass cheek with a grip that screamed desperation firmly pressing into to make you feel it thoroughly.
A breathless gasp escaped you as your head thudded back against the cold stone, your mind completely short-circuiting at the slow, measured grind of her hips against your own. Your fingers tightened convulsively into her hair as you pulled her closer, desperate to keep the heavy friction of her clothes rubbing past the thin material of your gown. It applied direct, maddening pressure to the small, needy bud that was already dripping with arousal. Your arms stiffen around her shoulders, feeling completely undone and vulnerable in her grasp as you whimper her name.
You felt numb, her mouth moving closer, charting a slow path down your jaw to the sensitive line of your neck. You notice the sharp inhale she takes, catching a good whiff of your scent. Her lips then hovered near the sensitive space just beneath your earlobe. An abrupt, high-pitched whimper erupts from your lips into the quiet air when you feel her teeth begin to nibble. Sucking gently at your flesh, she carelessly marks your skin with forbidden love bites.
The biting leaves your pussy throbbing, making it difficult to bear, and with every slow, deliberate rub of her clothes against your center, grounding her pelvis forward, she was driving you to the brink of insanity.
A satisfied hum escapes her throat. Her lips and tongue pressing simultaneously against the column of your throat, leaving trails of wet, scorching kisses behind. “Yes, my love?” she groaned, her breath coming out hotly against your damp skin. Her tone was gentle but completely unwavering as she continued her ministrations down your neck, her hips never ceasing their steady, torturous roll against your dripping cunt.
"Show me," you panted, pleading with every fiber in your body, your eyelids flickering to stay open, voice trembling as a heavy ache churns deep in your belly. “Please… show me. I wanna feel… something.”
The patient restraint she had left vanished the second a low hum vibrated from her chest. Her arms lifting you effortlessly off your feet, cradling you tightly against her chest. She carries you over to the apple wooden desk. She guides you to sit, the cool material cutting right through your arousal, sending a sharp shock to your hot skin.
Donna immediately crowds your space, standing right between your thighs, blocking out the rest of the room like a solar eclipse. Capturing your mouth in a deep, rooted kiss, you surrender to the weight of her dominance, your fingers anchoring to the sides of her waist. Your moans are instantly swallowed by the consuming heat of her tongue. The desperate taste of years of hunger and unspoken longing flooding your senses as the pink muscle sweeps with leaden, marking her territory as she tangles yours in a rhythm that leaves you dizzy.
"I have wanted this… for a very long time, ever since that night…" Donna rasped against your mouth, her voice breaking as she dragged her lips down to the sensitive side of your neck again. "Every single day you walk into those grand halls... every time I have to stand guard and watch him ignore the treasure he possesses.”
With agonizing slowness, her hands slid down from your face, tracking the smooth curve of your neck down to your shoulders, where she pushed the thin, elastic straps of your gown down. Exposing inch by slow inch, the dark, rich expanse of your chest to the cool air of the room and the fiery warmth of her gaze.
Donna’s eyes grew dark as she stripped the material from off your body, her breath catching in her throat when the fabric finally puddles at your feet. Staring, completely captivated by the full curves of your body, her heart hammers as she takes in every beautiful, authentic detail.
But a wave of vulnerability strikes you. Your body cringing shyly under her prying eyes. A rush of innocence floods your mind as your hands move instinctively to cover yourself, your heart beating against your ribs like a trapped bird. It was clearly your body was only meant for the man you had married, but since he wasn't doing his husband duties, The sensory overload of being explicitly desired before someone else was driving your deepest insecurities to the surface by default.
But Donna shook her head, letting out a soft click of her tongue as she caught your wrists, bringing your arms down with gentle disapproval.
"Don’t. Don't you dare hide from me," she murmured, her voice a low, soothing purr that commanded submission. "Let me take care of you. Let me show you what you deserve." Her large hands clamped onto the plush curve of your thighs, her fingers digging gently into your skin to ground you to the edge of the desk.
"You're beautiful my queen. Every part of you."
She leans down, burying her face in the crook of your neck, her lips trailing lower, kissing the slope of your shoulder before her mouth hovered over the swell of your breast where she kneels before you.
You arched your back instinctively, your spine bowing as your hands scrambled up to lock around the back of her head and neck, your fingers twisting desperately into her hair.
A dulcet, whiney moan scrapes past your throat the second her wet mouth closed fully over your hardened nipple. Sucking greedily against the peak, pulling the bud deep into her mouth while her other calloused hand heavily groped and massaged the opposite breast, her thumb rolled the opposite peak in gentle circles.
Her warm tongue swirled and lapped around the bud, sending a jolt of excitement between your thighs. Your mind goes blank at the unexpected ache at your center, cunt dripping wet. Her mouth sucking, smacking and slobbering obscenely around your tender areola, painting your dark skin in a glistening coat of her saliva.
"D-Don-nah...please, i need you. I need you to do something. its throbbing s-so much." you whimper, tilting your head back. The loud, dirty acoustic of her suction echoes in the quiet room, making your hips twitch helplessly against the desk. Undoubtedly, this felt unfamiliar and unbearable. You wanted nothing more than for this throbbing to stop, and because you didn't know what exactly to do with it, humping the wooden surface like an animal in heat seemed like the most plausible thing to do.
And though this was all mentally amusing, it was clear you had spent so long locked in a state of being naiveー starved of affection, that every touch felt magnified, every sensation was a beautiful, devastating shock to a system that had been neglected for years.
Donna felt every tremor run through you, heard every small moan you tried to hide. And yet, when she pulled back slightly, lips grazing at your skin, her dark eyes were an intoxicating mix of obsession and worship.
"You’re so sensitive, my love" she whispered, a knowing smile curling at her lips. She watches your chest heave, covered in spit. The callouses of her hands rubbing up and down your backside in such a soothing way. "So pure, and yet...you take it so well."
Slowly she stands to her feet. Slides her hand down the length of your torso until her fingers reach your thighs to the inviting heat nestled between them. When her hand brushes against the inside of your thigh, you clamp your legs together. A quick wave of shy nervousness rushing to your flushed face.
Donna chuckles adoringly at that.
But she leans forward to place a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, before capturing your lips once more in a sweet, tender kiss.
“No need to be shy with me, sweet girl,” Her hand remains, thumb stroking in soothing circles. "Just relax," Donna whispered against your mouth, her tone dripping with an authoritative assurance that made your resistance crumble. "Open up for me. Let me see you." Your eyes flicker elsewhere, bottom lip caught between your teeth.
Melted by her words, you maneuver yourself to lay on the desk, your thighs parting slowly, falling wide open to offer her total access, abandoning the last of your innocence to yield to her entirely.
Your eyes watched as her hand rubbed down and around the valley of your breasts, mentally fascinated by how massive it was, it practically oozed warmth through you as it slid south of your navel. When it reached past your hip bone, her fingers tangled in the tender curls of your arousal before flattening against your swollen, throbbing cunt to trace the line of your slit.
A deep, ragged breath hitched in her throat as her fingers came away glistening, completely drenched in your slick, hot juices; she tracks the excessive moisture pooling down your inner thighs and realizes with a heavy surge of satisfaction just how desperate you were for her.
"Look at you," Donna rumbled, a thick growl of enticement vibrating in her chest as your attention follows to where her fingers twinkled in the amber light. "You’re completely drenched, my love."
Before you could answer, her thumb found your swollen bud. Pressing down firmly, she rubs in slow, heavy circles before flicking it with a sharp stroke that sent friction through you. Your back arched instantly, your hips bucking completely off the wood with a whiny moan.
While she gradually smoothed the dripping slick all over your folds, Your fingers clawed desperately into the grain of the desk. Her long fingers stretching your lips wide open to the cool air of the room. Lining up two fingers against your tight entrance, she drives them inside with one deep, unyielding thrust, burying her knuckles in your blistering heat till the raunchy squelch of her touch fills the quiet space.
The raw friction of her calloused skin against your soaking canal sent a violent wave to your core. Your eyes rolling back and your head thudding back, a breathless gasp is heard when Donna finally establishes a relentless pace. Her wrist curling and her fingers hooking upward inside your heat, she applies precise pressure against your G-spot.
With punishing accuracy, the intense internal friction against your front wall, coupled with the amplified wet, slapping of her knuckles bottoming out against your cleft, echoes loudly around the room, pushing you instantly past the point of no return.
Every deep, curling thrust sent liquid shocks to your toes, your heels digging helplessly into the edges of the desk for leverage, your thighs tremored violently; you clutched to her for dear life as your tight walls clamped down around her in a series of involuntary pulses.
"Don—naah! P-Please—" you sobbed, tension coiling tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.
"Mhmm, look at that," Donna mumbled. "So wet for me. So needy. Such a needy little cunt."
She used her free hand to pin your thigh wide open, exposing every bit of you to her assault.
With determination, she objects against your pleas, wanting to hear something break within you, wanting to see the light in your eyes amplify with bliss, wanting to feel your cunt weep around her fingers. She wanted to see you wither and whimper in her grasp. She wanted you to beg for the very thing you longed for.
And when you tried to suppress it all, you suddenly found yourself breaking unexpectedly.
Your moans were uttered, stuttering loudly against the stoney walls like sinful melody.
Donna nearly chuckles in amusement, smirking from ear to ear as she watches your eye lids grow hooded in bliss.
"Yes, that's it, pretty. Just take it," Donna urged, her movements steady, guiding your body through the storm of your first real pleasure. "You're doing so good for me, goddess. Just let go."
You try to bury your shameful face in your shoulder, brows furrowed as a high, embarrassed whimper tears from your throat. As her fingers stroked you deeper with punishing precision, her thumb still circled your bud. Her two fingers sliding slowly, carefully inside your gummy walls.
The firm pressure of Donna’s hand, and the shattering waves of heat building deep withinー every stroke brought you closer to an edge you had never known existed, a desperate, frantic craving overtaking your mind until you were completely at her mercy.
"D-Don... I can't— IーI don't know what to do," you whimpered, your hips rolling instinctively against her hand, chasing the elusive, mounting pressure.
"You're doing perfect, my love," Donna praises, her breath a comforting contrast to the cool sweat breaking across your skin. She picks up the pace just a fraction, her movements slanting upward to catch a sensitive spot that makes your body tense. "Just ride the wave, sweet girl. Lean into me. I've got you.” She pulls back to look at your face clearly, moving a curly strand from your face. "How does it feel? Does it feel good?"
You hummed, nodding frantically. “Y-Yes....s-so… good.” You gulped, feeling a strange, overwhelming sensation begin to crumble over your entire body, “b-but…m-my body… it feels… funny.”
When your gazes locked, the intensity in them took what little breath you had left away. Watching how the euphoria pools your irises, the moment of relief arriving soon as your body is getting ready to cum. Starting to feel your need and desire climax.
“Yes, that's it, I'm right here,” Donna commanded softly, her voice dropping into a low, rumbling register that brooked absolute obedience. “Look at me.”
She didn't slow down. Recognizing the sudden rigidity-ness in your thighs. The pressure turning into a tight, electric knot of arousal, breaking a whimpering sob from your lips.
"Don, it feels like I have to— It feels…likeー"
"Come for me, darling," she commanded, her honeyed voice shattering the last of your restraint. "Give it all to me.”
You gasped, and suddenly, the pressure crested. Your body finally gives way. Your walls choking down around her invading fingers in spasms, a blinding rush of ecstasy ripples through you, your first climax swimming through your entire body. Your back bows off the desk with a broken wail, your pussy gushing hot, sweet cum all over her knuckles as the orgasm crashes over you.
True to her word, Donna didn't let you look away; she held your gaze, her eyes fierce and proud as she watched your expression fracture into pure, unadulterated pleasure. She didn't halt her movements, pushing ruthlessly through the squeezing measures of your release and driving her fingers deep into your sobbing heat until your hips stopped shaking and you were left spent under her possession.
Your head rested against the wood as you exhaled, your chest heaving in the air in quick patterns as you felt weightless and raw by the lingering tingles of a climax that still radiated from your body. Donna then slipped her fingers from out of you slowly, placing them in her mouth to taste your essence on her tongue.
You watched in astonishment as her long muscle licked between her fingers, watching as the cream-colored liquid was devoured with delight.
You stutter out breathlessly, “Did-did I just…? Was that…?”
Donna swallowed, a handsome smile tugging at the corner of her lips at your sweet innocence. She leaned forward to press a delicate kiss to your damp forehead, her thumb reaching down to gently wipe away a few stray tears from your cheek, not even noticing them rolling down the side of your face.
"Yes, my love," Donna answers lowly, her words coming out like a warm blanket wrapping around you on a friday night. "That was all you. You just broke for me.”
Slowly, your eyes widen in shock. She notices that, the realization dawning on you and immediately smirks.
“Come, I wanna show you something else.” She slid her powerful arms under your thighs and back, effortlessly hoisting your limp body from the edge of the desk and pulling you flush against her torso. Your limbs felt heavy and loose like water, your arms absentmindedly looping around her neck for stability as her steady strides carry you away from the lukewarm wood toward the soft expanse of her bed.
The simple mattress looked a thousand times more inviting than the grand, empty canopy bed in the royal wing. Most importantly, it wasn't gonna be occupied alone.
Laying you down onto the sheets with gentleness, you leaned yourself back on your elbows, your feet planted onto the cotton duvet with your knees bent. Your head tilts to the side when you notice her taking her robe off and hanging it over the bed post.
Donna stepped in front of you, grabbing a scrunchie to tie it near the end of her hair to keep her strands from out of her face. She watches as your body moves to your side, your arm propped and hand holding your head in place, clearly and quickly becoming comfortable enough left admired before her in the firelight.
She observes you, loving how you oh so innocently positioned yourself sensually before her, your breast pooling and pressed against the mattress, following the smooth curve of your backside, your ass poking out, to your thick leg rubbing up against the other.
Your bambi like eyes drifted upward, realizing then how she was looking at youー the sight was like a masterpiece, feeling nearly religious as she takes in the full, elegant temple of your body.
"Magnificent," she breathed, the word coming out like a prayerful vow in the quiet room.
Gently she guides you to lie back against the duvet. Settling into the mattress, still floating in a haze of post-climax bliss, your mind beautifully foggy. Donna climbs onto the bed, hovering over you like a protective shadow. Her hands roaming, tracing the smooth navel of your chubby belly, sweeping down the side of your ribs, and molding to the soft flare of your hip, she memorizes every inch of you.
"You’re such a masterpiece, my queen," she whispered, her lips tracing reassuring kisses north of your navel to the valley of your breasts where she reaches the column of your throat, deliberately avoiding the dark, bruising love bites she had placed onto your neck earlier to let them heal in peace. "Starved of touch for so long, and yet you bloomed so beautifully the moment you're handled right.”
Then, she began to move down again.
“So glorious. So perfect. My beautiful queen, I just want you all to myself.”
You let out a soft sigh, your fingers tangling in her midnight hair as she travels further south. Her kisses lukewarm, trailing over the slope of your stomach. Her breath hot, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps dancing across your thighs.
"I'm yours..." you state, staring up at the ceiling, feeling a sense of peace to the final admission.
Donna's ears perked at your words. still moving lower, until she was positioned between your open legs.
"Yes, I'm all yours..." You were so deeply lost in contentment, convinced she was simply going to hold you or continue those intoxicating touches, that you weren't fully paying attention—not until you felt her hands slide firmly beneath your thighs. And with practiced, effortless strength, Donna lifted your legs, parting them wider draping them right over her broad shoulders.
The sudden shift in perspective jolted you slightly out of your blissful haze. You blinked down at her, your heart taking a quick, erratic skip. The posture felt incredibly vulnerable, exposing your soaking wet pussy to her gaze from a new angle.
A quiet, bewildered sound escaped your throat. You looked at her, your brow furrowing slightly in the dim light, entirely unsure of what was happening next.
"Donna...?" your voice was laced with confusion watching her closely as her fingertips grazed lightly at the tops of your thighs. "What are you doing?”
She looked up from between your thighs, her mischievous eyes shimmering with lust that made your breath hitch. Seeing the sweet, naive confusion on your face, a tender smile touched her lips. She reaches up, her hands smoothing over the dark skin of your calves where they rested against her shoulders, anchoring you securely to her.
"I'm going to worship you, my queen," Donna whispered, thick with a devotion that sent a shiver down your spine. "Every single part of you."
"But I... I already..." You trailed off, your face flushing.
You had never known a woman's touch before tonight, and surely, you assumed that the shattering pleasure she had just given you with her fingers was the end of it. You didn't think there was anything more to it, but the concept of a woman using her mouth, of someone sinking so low just to give you pleasure without expecting a single thing in return, was entirely foreign to your pretty mind.
"There is so much more I want to give you," Donna admitted, leaning forward just enough to press a grounding kiss to the wall of your thigh. "Just lie back and trust me. Let me love you like this."
Your face instantly softens, your shoulders relaxing.
The intimacy of the position—your legs draped over her shoulders, vividly open and vulnerable to her—made your heart hammer against your ribs, not knowing what exactly to expect making your mind wonder. But as you looked into Donna’s eyes, seeing nothing but adoration and hunger, the last of your confusion melted into desperate curiosity.
The heat of her breath fanned across your exposed folds made your center throb with renewed ache. Before you could even protest further, Donna had already closed the distance between you, her hands locking onto the undersides of your thighs to hold you open. She leaned in further, her lips parting as she pressed her mouth directly against your swollen slit, drinking in your taste with a sharp intake.
An uninhibited gasp hits her ears, but your hands fly to your mouth in shock. Your back instantly arching off the mattress as the wet heat of her tongue makes contact.
The weird yet amazing feeling of her muscle gliding over you made your body freeze in place, unsure of how to respond or how to take it all, you didn't have time to think much while she wasted no time easing into it; she licked from the bottom of your entrance all the way up to the top, her broad tongue coating your sensitive flesh with profound strokes that left a raunchy squelch echoing in the room.
Your fingers flew to the bedsheets, fisting the fabric tightly as your head thrashed back. "D-Don– naahhh...! Oh...myー fff-fuuuuck," you squealed, not sure if it was a plea or a surrender all at once, but it had you crumbling fast.
"Gods, you taste so good. So sweet," Donna purred, her eyes darkening with immense satisfaction as she watches you yield to her fully.
The contrast of her gentle tongue and the slight, teasing scratch of her teeth against your slick skin was overwhelming. She swirled the muscle around your swollen bud, creating a relentless suction that pulled the engorged knot deep into her mouth.
"Oh, donna…s-shit…keep…going—" You cried out, your eyes flying shut as you try to process the intense feeling, your hands clamping down to the back of her head to push her further against your cunt, practically grinding yourself against her face.
Donna groaned against your cunt, the low rumble of her throat vibrating directly against your clitoris, sending a jagged shockwave of pure electricity to your core. She drives her tongue flat against your opening, parting you to taste your cum pooling inside, licking you clean only for your body to instantly flood her mouth with fresh, dripping moisture.
Your head tosses against the mattress, breathless whines escaping your lips with every lick as she begins to lap at you in long rhythmic strokes, swirling over your bud once more with practiced ease. The pace of her mouth growing faster, hungrier, and fiercely possessive.
With heavy friction, your lower stomach coils into a tight, desperate knot all over again. The heat of her mouth, the taunting pull of her suction, and the dominating position ruined you pathetically; you were a goddess, a queen who held power over kingdoms, but right here, pinned beneath Donna’s heavy gaze and her ravenous mouth, you were completely at her mercy—and you had never felt more alive.
"Please, baby... I can't—it's too much, feels like I'm going to─" Your sobs cut you off mid-sentence, your toes curling as she slides two fingers back inside your tight fullness while her mouth continued to worship your clit.
She picked up the pace, flicking her tongue faster, pushing you carelessly over the edge. You could feel the rigid strength of her shoulders beneath your legs, the solid anchor in the middle of a swirling storm of pure bliss.
The world gracefully shatters. Your walls squeeze shut around her fingers as a second, catastrophic orgasm ripped through your body for the second time tonight. An unraveled scream was engulfed by the quiet room as your hips rolled helplessly against her mouth, riding out the massive climax that felt ten times more intense than the first.
She drinks you in like you were the last source of water on earth, holding you firmly against her with her hands placed underneath the curve of your ass cheeks, she swallows every ounce of you thoroughly, refusing to let you go until the very last contraction faded into a sweet, lingering ache.
And when you finally have the clear, your breathing finally slowing down, your hips still trembling. Only then does she slowly slide your legs off her broad shoulders, easing them down onto the mattress with meticulous care.
Your legs felt weightless, heavy and lose all at once, falling open naturally as you lay there utterly spent. You were soaked in faint sweat, your chest heaving, your vision still slightly blurred by the climax of what she had just done to you.
Donna slid up the length of your body, climbing onto the bed until she was hovering directly over you once more. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen and wet from your sweetness, and her eyes burned with smug pride. She looked down at you like a conqueror who had just claimed the most precious prize in the world, yet her expression held nothing but gentleness.
"Now that's how a goddess is supposed to be loved," Donna whispered raspily, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to the corner of your lips.
An astonished laugh escapes you, though it sounded more like a sob of pure relief if anything. You reached up with shaky arms, wrapping them around her neck and pulling her down into your chest with your legs tangling around her, needing her weight on you. Needing to feel the solid, undeniable reality of her body against yours, to remind you that you weren't dreaming.
Donna compiled willingly, collapsing her massive frame over yours, but bracing on her elbows so she wouldn't crush you. She buries her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, her nose brushing against your collarbone as she lets out a long, shuddering sigh of her own.
"I love you, my queen," she states against your skin, her hand coming up to gently stroke the side of your waist. "I love you so much."
You held her tightly, your fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt, pulling yourself as close to her as humanly as possible. The cool night air of the west wing brushing against your bare skin, but you don't feel it; entirely wrapped in Donna’s warmth, protected from the world outside her four walls.
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