The Lou Loop

"mmmhm..." you giggle back at him. you shouldn't find it so hot that he's memorised your drink of choice. "mm... sammy?"

"yeah?" he whispers.

"i think you're sooo pretty..."

sammy laughs under his breath in response, ducking his head. he's flattered— he knows he's not exactly the definition of pretty, but he'll take any kind of compliment from a girl who looks like you. "you do?" he replies, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"mhm," you hum sweetly, nodding. "and i know it might be naughty to say this, 'cause you're all married and stuff, but–" you lean in clumsily, voice dropping to a hushed whisper against his ear, "i've always wanted to suck your cock..."

"... what?" you catch sammy completely off guard. he's always respected you as a member of the team, but when you're not in the field you look so sweet and polite. he had no idea you had such a dirty little mouth.

you continue, emboldened by the alcohol. "yeah. or... or like ride it or something... or.... sorry, don't know what'm sayin', you're just really hot..."

sammy exhales a little, shaking his head. he's so turned on right now that his wife is the last thing on his mind. "no, no, it's alright, you're drunk." his nose is full of your perfume, dark cherry and amber and cinnamon, and it makes his head spin.

then, your back arches slightly under his touch and his common sense goes out of the window. "y'know what? just dance with me a little."

he rocks you slowly to the beat of the song, his breathing harsh against your cheek. his hands dip down to your ass, pressing you into his crotch so you can feel the hard line of his cock through his jeans.

your breath hitches when you feel it. "sammy, 's wrong..."

"what's wrong, sweetheart? we're just dancin'," he murmurs, even as he grinds forward into you, one of his big hands drifting up your thigh under your dress until it hits the lace of your panties. "just dancin', that's all."

you wedge his thick thigh between yours, rubbing up on his stiff cock as you lose yourself to the thrum between your legs. "mmh.. fuck, sammy..." you sigh out against his neck.

"yeah, that's right, sweetheart," he groans as he scans the room behind you— everyone's way too busy downing beers and trading stories at the bar to notice the way you two are grinding on each other in the back, how his hand is shamelessly palming your ass. then, sammy gets a bright idea: "y'wanna come to the bathroom with me, baby? i'll help you pee."

"but i don't need to pee, sammy," you whine, pressing yourself impossibly closer to his body. "just wanna dance with you all night..."

he chuckles at your drunken stubbornness, then pats your ass before extracting his hand from under your dress. "wanna know a secret?" he asks softly, already leading you by the waist towards the bathroom door. you nod carelessly as you follow him.

he made sure you came on his face at least three times. until your legs were jelly, brain mush, voice hoarse from begging him to stop. ‘i-i can’t’ you had whined, ‘ ‘s too much andy!’. he did it to get you into that floaty head space where you’re babbling mindlessly and lax for him.

and you’re exactly that as pope crawls up your body and settles where he belongs, above you and inbetween your legs. still, you breathlessly slur the question that he despises. “condom?”

he feigns frustration even though this is exactly what he planned. “shit— i left my wallet in craig’s car… i don’t have one.”

your response is a needy whine that morphs into a gasp when he rests his cock against your drenched folds and slowly slides back and forth. “can i just have you like this sweetheart?” pope rubs his thick length upwards, angry pink tip catching your clit with every pressing glide. you whimper through your desperate nods, nails clawing at his shoulders, fusing your knees to his ribs to stay spread for him. such a good girl, he thinks to himself.

he keeps his ruttings short. almost playfully light in order to not get you anywhere besides out of your mind from teasing. just how he wants it. when you start to wriggle beneath him, whimpering a few mindless “please please please”s, he looks down at your aching pussy to see her clench around nothing. poor baby, she needs me so bad, he tells himself.

his dick is so drenched in your slick releases that pope ‘accidentally’ notches at your opening. staying in motion, he pushes in ever so slightly. your eyes shoot open in surprise “ohh- andy!” you squeal. frustration bubbles in his chest, but he doesn’t give up. because your panic simmers to heat and your mouth forms an ‘o’ as you moan at just his bare tip breaching your wet heat.

he buries his face into your neck to hide his satisfied grin, licking and suckling the skin how he knows you like. “jus the tip sweetheart? please?” he emphasizes his wimpy whines with an inching forward of his hips. your nails tear at the flesh on his back as you shudder. “p-promise?” you croak out. his reply is strained. “ ‘course honey.”

popes promise — to him at least— goes up in flames when he slips a tiny bit further inside and is met with warm, silky tightness. fuckkk. he groans, muscles tensing and you cry out, eyes rolling back. his thrusts are shallow and unsatisfactory. after a only a few, he’s twitching in need, pathetically trying to inch deeper.

you notice, starting to whine and pant. “you cant! i’m n-not on the pill!” the words almost make pope start to piston in and out of you. the thought of coming in you until you’re swollen with his baby infiltrating his mind. that you’ll be tied to him forever and— oh yeah. that’s happening, he decides.

pope leans down to kiss you languidly. trying to tongue fuck you into submission. your pussy is rapidly fluttering around the first inch of him, telling him that you want this just as bad as he does. he uses his words. “you just feel so good sweetheart. need you so bad. need all of you.” a breathy moan slips from you at his praise as you return his kiss greedily.

you pull back and blink up at him with your glossy eyes and kiss bitten lips. when your legs start to wrap around him, crossing tightly at his back, he knows he’s almost home free. “okay... i- i need you too andy.”

you barely get the words out before he hastily pushes all the way inside of you. guttural noises of pleasure are ripped from you both as you clench around him so prettily and he stretches you out so perfectly. it’s searing, intimate and raw. so fucking raw.

as pope starts to thrust in and out of you eagerly, obscene slapping sounds echo throughout the room. he whimpers loudly at the warm, wet feeling of you and the noises your body makes for him.

when you shakily tell him between moans “you h-have to pull out okay?”

But they're not answering their freaking phones!

The coil wraps itself tighter within your stomach.

You're angry now.

You pick up your things and practically storm out of the office, barely saying goodbye to your colleagues before you burst through the elevator into the Pitt.

At first you expect the place to be a spiraling mess. At least that would excuse their absence. But instead you find the place uncharacteristically quiet, calm and organized.

However, the shock quickly clears as red stains your vision.

You spot them across the floor, calm as can be, casual even, bags swung over their shoulders as if ready to leave, talking to the new attending.

She laughs at something Jack said, her hand not so subtly brushing against his arm.

Steam practically shoots out of your ears at the gesture, at how he returns her playful smile, at how Robby follows their lead and leans just a little further into her orbit.

You don't think, you just do.

You're standing beside them in a few powerful strides, arms crossed over your chest.

They don't notice you right away, the subtle sting of rejection only adding to your already boundless rage.

So you clear your throat, bratty and demanding.

It's like time stops in its tracks as the two men stiffen, finally turning to face you.

They don't dare talk, no, they don't have to do anything, because as their eyes darken at the mere sight of you, they've already accomplished what they set out to do.

"Hello," it's her who speaks first. "I'm doctor Al-Hashimi, is there something I can help you with?"

You give her a tight lipped smile, never one to be rude.

"No, I'm sorry," you reply sweetly. "I just need to borrow those two."

Jack smirks to himself, fully aware of just how turbulent your water is beneath that sweet facade. Robby on the other hand, is absolutely gobsmacked.

His brows scrunch in confusion, he honestly expected more from you.

The plan was to rattle you, so why aren't you rattled?

Jack catches his internal turmoil, his grin only widening as he continues with his rehearsed play, looking down at his watch and apologizing to you, time got the better of them and all that bullshit.

He turns to Al-Hashimi and says goodbye before steering you towards the parking lot, knowing Robby will follow behind him obediently, but not before leaning down to whisper in your ear—

"It was Robby's idea."

Robby's entire world is turned upside down as you push him into the back of Jack's truck.

He has no time to process what's happening as you throw yourself over his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist as your mouth attaches itself to his.

Jack chuckles darkly as he settles into the driver's seat, turning the rearview mirror so he can watch the two of you before he starts the engine.

Robby finally reacts as your desperation processes through his brain.

You're jealous.

Their plan has worked marvelously.

His hands eagerly snap up to grab your body, silently thanking Jack for tinting his windows the second he bought the vehicle.

Robby does little to stop the assault of your mouth on his body.

He relishes it even.

The kiss quickly turns more heated as your tongue demands entrance into his mouth and he gladly obliges.

It's a clash of want and need, of desperation and assertion, of finally, letting go after months of them pushing you, molding you, turning you into this.

He can't help but think back to the first time this happened, how shy you'd been, how you thought you were doing something wrong.

Whoever that person was is no longer as you stake claim to what is now yours.

Your teeth nip at his lower lip, pulling it back in tandem with Robby's unashamed touch. Strong hands slide up your back under your shirt, skillful fingers making quick work of your bra to sneak beneath the cup while the other undoes your pants.

You moan into his mouth as his fingers pinch your nipples.

"Oh honey," Robby coos. "Are you angry we left you waiting?"

You don't answer, you simply glare at him, eyes turned obsidian with lust.

Jack chuckles darkly at the display.

"We didn't mean to, kid," he adds fuel to the fire. "It's just— she's new, you know? Didn't want to make her feel bad if we just left after our shift."

You turn to stare daggers at him next.

Your mouth opens to retort, to complain, to let your anger be known. It's then that Robby decides to slide his fingers inside your panties.

Your brow instantly scrunches in pleasure, whatever anger swiftly turning into need.

You moan, hips thrusting into Robby's hand.

Snapping your attention back to the chief attending beneath you, your head falls slack over his shoulder, finally getting what you've been after.

"Aw, is this what you needed, honey?" Robby mocks. "Just wanted our attention all to yourself?"

You manage a nod, your own hands sneaking between your bodies to pull Robby's thick erection out of his scrubs.

"That's it, good girl," Robby continues to roll the pads of his fingers over your clit. "Take what you need."

"No," Jack intervenes sharply, causing the two of you to freeze. "Only she gets to cum."

Robby is about to complain, to fight back but then Jack turns to him, trust me written all over his face.

And so Robby does, with his life.

"You heard the man," Robby confirms and you tentatively remove your hands from his crotch, causing a whine to exhale from his already puffy lips.

Your attention gets brought back to them then, the way they're stained a deep mauve from your lipstick, how they're swollen from the intensity of your kisses, how they part slightly as he pants desperately.

You're both drunk on it already, the world around you zoning out as you crash your mouth with his again.

This time you take it slow. There's no need to rush, no need to prove anything. He's here with you, not out there with her.

Robby matches your pace, letting you think you're the one in control, luring you into a false sense of security, lowering your defenses.

His fingers start moving again, playing with your sensitive nub painstakingly slow, matching the movement of your lips.

You groan into his mouth, frustrated and desperate.

You detach your mouth from his then and latch onto the base of his neck, where you know he can't hide beneath his long sleeve and suck.

Robby sucks in his teeth sharply, the pleasure from knowing you're gonna leave a mark making his head dizzy with a new kind of possessiveness he never thought you'd show them.

In retaliation, he leaves your clit, his fingers instead sliding into you without warning.

You hiss into his neck, your body tensing over his, clenching around his thick fingers.

His other hand grips your hip tightly, his grip sure to leave bruises tomorrow.

He moves your body how he wants, forcing you to roll your hips in tandem with his movements.

Emboldened by his ministrations, you move lower, your lips leaving a trail of crimson marks in their wake.

"Mine," you mumble into his skin.

"What was that, honey?"

You sink your teeth into his pec, deep enough that he can hide it, and suck like your life depends on it.

"Fucking shit, what the fuck?" Robby belts, causing Jack to laugh like this is the funniest joke that has ever been told.

"Good fucking girl," Jack praises. "Don't go too deep, don't want to have to keep an eye on a wound tonight."

You hum against Robby's skin, finally letting go and running your tongue over your teeth marks.

The hand at your hip snakes its way around your neck then, pulling you back to face Robby.

You've never seen his eyes this dark. Maybe it's a trick of the light or something because he looks possessed.

"You happy?" he growls. "Everyone's gonna know I'm taken now, 's that what you wanted?"

You smirk brightly, positively high off your newfound confidence.

"Yes."

Robby chuckles darkly, curling his fingers deep inside of you and practically forcing you to cum out of nowhere.

Your entire body tenses, bursting into an explosion of tingles that only intensify as his grip on your throat tightens ever so slightly. You choke back a sob as your body spasms in his embrace.

"That's it, honey, give me everything."

You're unsure when your orgasm lets up but Jack's parking by the time you come back to yourself.

You're slumped over Robby's broad chest as he strokes down your back, your heartbeat finally not thundering in your ears, your breathing finally settling down.

"What can she give you that I can't?" you pant meekly, pushing back tears that you hadn't noticed were gathered.

Jack parks the car, turning to face the two of you. The men share a look then, eyes sparkling with unbridled hunger, lips curling into broad smirks.

"Well honey," Robby starts. "There is one thing..."

The way your eyes widen lets them know everything they need to.

You're ready.

a/n: finals can suck my dick

dividers by @/enchanthings

the sound of the door closing and robby’s bag dropping to the floor with a heavy dull thud jolts you out of your sleep. you had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him to come home, robby told you multiple times that you didn’t need to wait up for him, that the bed would be much better for you to sleep in but it just didn’t feel the same without him in it.

“long day?” you ask as robby lets out one of his signature deep sighs. you rub the tired from your eyes and peer over the back of the couch to look at him, he looked exhausted, well and truly burnt out from his terrible day.

robby drags his hands down his face before nodding, “like you wouldn’t believe, how’s she been today?” he’s shuffling over to you now, his feet unable to lift off the floor as he makes his way over. he’s kicking his shoes off before flopping onto the couch beside you, falling into you with his head resting on your full chest.

“aw, my poor baby,” you coo with a frown “my other baby’s been good, she went down about an hour ago.” you wrap your arms around his head and hold him against you, placing a soft kiss to the top of his head. he shifts to bury himself in your clothed tits. nuzzling his face all in their warmth, taking in your familiar calming scent.

immediately you feel robby soften, his shoulders relax and he becomes almost limp as he breathes you in. his hands come up to toy with the hem of your top, the backs of his fingers grazing the bare skin of your soft tummy underneath. “can i?” he asks, peering up at you with those big brown eyes that you could never say no to.

“go ahead, baby” you smile softly at him and nod. robby leans back and pulls your top over your head. your full, swollen breasts bounce against the swell of your postpartum stomach as they’re freed from the too tight top you were wearing.

robby takes them in, his pupils blowing wide open as he devours them with his eyes. it’s not hungry though, it’s something much more gentle, more soft than the look he would’ve given them before you became pregnant. something in robby flipped when you told him you were expecting. before he was ravenous, wanted to be on you all the time, possessive and borderline rough. but now, whenever he saw you all bare like this he just melted into this sweet little puppy who didn’t know the meaning of the word rough.

“have you pumped today?” robby asks, lowering his face so he’s inches away from your hard nipple. he looks up at you and you shake your head, “not since this morning, had a feeling you’d be having one of those days.” you stroke the side of his face, your nails lightly grazing through his greying beard. he smiles back up at you, a content, lazy smile that has your heart hammering in your chest.

your daughter had stopped taking breast milk a week ago so you had been bottle feeding her formula instead. however, your body was still producing milk and a lot of it at that. but it was fine, robby would never let any of that go to waste.

“thank you, mama” he hums before closing the gap, his lips wrapping around your swollen nipple. his tongue darts over it a couple of times before he softly hollows out his cheeks and suckles on your breast. your eyes flutter closed at the same time as his, a satisfied hum reverberating from each of your throats.

robby’s hand comes up to massage your other breast, gently rolling it in his hand to relieve some of the pressure he knows has been building up all day. the mild taste of your milk hits his tongue and suddenly all his worries and stresses wash away. your hand is still caressing the side of his face, stroking and scratching lightly at his moving cheeks.

“mm, there you go. feelin’ better, baby?” you purr, your breathing becomes steadier as you feel yourself relax, the pressure in your breast slowly coming down. robby hums and nods around your breast, just gently sucking on your nipple, swallowing the steady stream of milk that you’d saved up just for him.

when the stream slows to a drip, robby lets go, releasing your breast from his mouth with a wet pop. he looks up at you, his eyes half-lidded with a lopsided smile on his face before he leans up to kiss you. you can taste yourself on his tongue, it’s dizzying.

“taste’s so good. so perfect, love you so much, thank you mama” his voice is so soft and breathless once he pulls away from the kiss, your eyes are blown wide now, dizzy with desire for him.

“s’okay, baby. mama loves you too” you kiss his forehead before he leans down again, this time swirling his tongue around your other breast. you let a soft gasp escape your lips, heats building fast in your stomach, there’s just something about how gentle and submissive robby can be that got you so worked up.

he latches on again, his tongue working your nipple as he sucks gently. his hands are on your naked waist, just holding onto you like you were the only thing keeping him there. you slide your hand down his chest over his scrubs, pawing and grabbing at his soft tummy on your way down to his own waist. your fingers clumsily fiddle with the button of his cargo’s before you finally manage to pop it open and unzip them.

you slip your hand in and pull his soft cock out of his pants, lazily pumping it in your hand as he feeds on you. he becomes hard almost instantly and the way he’s groaning around your nipple now has your eyes rolling back from pleasure. you give his cock a gentle squeeze before quickening your pace.

“mmm, y’like that baby? like it when mommy gets you off while you’re being so good f’me? making me feel so good, such a good boy f’mommy” you’re babbling now, completely lost in the moment. robby looks up at you, his deep brown eyes so intoxicating you can help but get lost in them.

“mhmm” he’s moaning around your nipple, sucking harder, faster, not enough to hurt but enough to make you feel it. which you do, deep in your core.

pre leaks from his flushed tip, dripping down your knuckles as his hips buck up to meet your fist desperately. you can’t help the giggle that falls from your lips, “someone’s a little needy today, huh? such a greedy little baby, bet you’re just dying to cum aren’t you? that what you want? want mommy to make you cum in her hand?”

robby releases your breast from his mouth and surges up to kiss you, it’s not forceful, just desperate. your free hand comes up to his shoulder, pushing him back down. “god, you are needy today.” you laugh, a smirk pulling at the corner of your lips.

“s-sorry mommy” robby whimpers, his hooded eyes dropping to where your hand is wrapped around his throbbing cock, watching intently as you jerk him off. his hips writhe under your hand, you can tell he’s trying so hard not to thrust up, trying to be a good boy for you.

“s’okay baby, i know you can’t help it. just a greedy little thing aren’t you?” you reach over to kiss his cheek, your hand caressing the side of his face again and he leans into it, nuzzling your palm.

“ye-fuck—yeah, just need you so bad, mommy. want to be inside of you” he whines, his eyes rolling back as he nears closer to his orgasm. his hands fly up to grip your waist, needing to hold onto something, anything to keep him still.

“i know, baby. i know. but the doctor hasn’t cleared me yet, don’t want to hurt mommy do you?” you coo, throwing out your bottom lip. your recovery had been taking a little longer than expected, much to both of yours dismay.

robby shakes his head feverishly, his bottom lip thrown out just like yours. he’s panting now between small whimpers that 6 months ago he would’ve been embarrassed about, but not now. how could he be embarrassed to show the woman who gave him everything how good she makes him feel, how much he loves her?

his veins pulse under your hand, you can tell he’s about to cum and so you get onto your knees and bend down to press a wet kiss to his leaking tip. robby groans then, a guttural groan ripped straight from his chest, groans that don’t stop coming as you wrap your lips around him and start sucking, hollowing out your cheeks while you bob your head in tandem with your hand.

“fuck–mommy, oh fuck. shit–i’m gonna, oh god—” robby groans wildly now, not bothering to stop his hips from thrusting up into your face as his body shakes. his hand flying up to grab a fistful of your hair as he spills into your hot mouth, filling up your cheeks with his thick release.

you swallow around him, making sure not to waste a single drop, just like he had done with you. after a few more sloppy thrusts into your mouth he stills, collapsing backwards onto the couch, his tummy heaving as he tries to catch his breath. you pull off then and crawl over him, lowering yourself onto his chest as he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight to him.

“th-fuck–thank you, mommy” he huffs out breathlessly, his hand coming up to stroke the back of your head, patting your head a few times before he lazily presses a kiss to your forehead.

“s’okay baby, i trust you’ll pay me back for all of this when i’m cleared…” you giggle and robby returns the laugh, though it’s half-hearted through his exhaustion.

“oh yeah…and then some”

a robby mommy kink fic has been a long time coming. god, idk where this came from, blacked out and there it was oopsie. hope you enjoyed <3333

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You bolt up in a scramble of limbs, your figure a blur of color as you dart to the left. He tsks.

"This is almost too easy, bunny. Don't you know you'll have to run faster than that if you want to get away from me?"

But oh, he can't wait to swallow you whole - bones and all.

When he was a young boy, Father raised foxhounds before they became too troublesome to up-keep.

Sleek, athletic; another weapon utilized in the hunt for generations before Titus was born. While they were an exceptional asset, they required a firm hand to tame - and an even steadier one to control.

Shoved to the ground with your pants around your thighs, ass up and blood oozing from the weeping scrapes on your cheeks, you remind him of the wily beasts. Bucking and snarling beneath the collar of his palm even as his hips rut into the softness of your backside.

Perhaps not a rabbit, he thinks, but a vixen.

"What did I say?" His lips tease the shell of your ear, his voice a low, insidious murmur. "You've got to run faster than that."

You snap your jaws at the side of his head, teeth missing their mark. Tear tracks cut through the dirt clinging to your face, and the scent of moist soil and rot clog your nose. His cock twitches, sheathed in liquid silk.

"Fuck you!"

"Isn't that what I'm already doing, sweetheart?" he coos mockingly. "Or are you too stupid to tell the difference?"

Then Titus grinds your face into the detritus of the forest floor with an unwavering grip around the back of your skull, your hair tickling his palm. Fuck, his hand's so large it nearly encompasses your head, and isn't that a sight for sore eyes?

Seated deep inside you, his shaft pulses.

Your pretty little pussy stretches so wide around his girth the muscles flutter weakly, trying and failing to push him out. Every inch of you is filled to the brim with cock - and then some, several inches of shaft still to go.

"Look at you," he says, tracking the stroke of his free thumb along your entrance in awe. Can't help himself as he pets over where the delicate folds grip onto him like a vice. "Does it hurt?"

He hopes it does, having you at his mercy and forced to take what he gives headier than any drug Viraj peddles. Tiny, miserable sniffles escape as he bullies his way into your body with unrelenting lunges, your walls eventually submitting with a twinge and a sticky squelch of slick.

He slides to the hilt, smooth.

"S'too much, I can't -" a hiccupping whine interrupts you. "Pull out."

Trying to scramble forward off of him is futile, anchored beneath him as you are, but you refuse to give up. Brambles snag on the soft skin of your hands, shallow wells of red opening in the valleys of your palms, and a stray rock cuts into your already shredded cheek.

You've never looked prettier to him than you do in this moment; begging, and desperate for deliverance.

"P-Please."

Your knees spread and your back dips, attempting to slide him out of your throbbing cunt to no avail. If anything, the new angle forces him deeper as you claw at the ground for purchase, your nail beds aching.

"Hm?"

"Please, slow down - hhahh..."

He is a cruel, unfeeling god who offers no drops of mercy. Carving his way through your body as the fat head of his cock scrapes against your cervix. "You can take it."

"No, no, no!"

Fissions of pain racket up your spine, split past your limits as Titus continues to abuse your pussy. Gummy walls rebel, swollen and rubbed raw from the constant friction.

"Fuck, you feel good."

Unlike anything he's ever experienced. Soft and wet and warm. Perfect.

He groans, slides a hand down your trembling flank to hook a paw over your hip. Bones grind as he yanks you back into every punishing thrust. Everything aches - your body a blooming, tender bruise - and sweat dapples your brow, sticks the fine baby hairs to the back of your neck.

"That's it, good girl," he says.

He's the furthest thing from a gentle lover, and yet your clit pulses, neglected and needy. Your pussy squelching obscenely in the dwindling twilight of the forest as slick soaks into the sun warmed earth beneath you.

Meanwhile, the bristling aggression roosted beneath his ribs abates as he loses himself in the soft, silken embrace of you.

"No more," you beg, the first of many tears squeezing past your clenched eyelids. Your breath rattles wet and sticky in your lungs. "C-Can't cum like this - don't wanna cum like this, please."

"Why, worried about what all your dead friends would think?"

You moan in despair, eyes rolling in their sockets. He picked them off one by one until only you remained: his final girl.

Moist breath puffs along the side of your cheek when his chin hooks over your shoulder. Rough lips skate up the slope of your cheek, a faint wetness laving at the delicate flesh of your under-eye as Titus licks up your tears.

Salt burts across his tastebuds, his teeth aching with the desire to rend. A grunt punches its way out of his chest, the squeeze of his fingers tighter than before. "Fuck," he laughs, "I think it's your lucky day, bunny. 'm not gonna kill you - not yet."

This is the most fun he's had in years; a pretty thing like you wrapped nice and snug around his cock, milking him for all he's worth. He's never been allowed to play like these games - always stopped by Father - by Ursula.

But they don't need to know, do they?

You'll be his dirty little secret - locked up for safe keeping.

After all, it can't be too different from minding the foxhound bitches Father reared.

Bitch - his bitch.

A spark of black crackled down his spine. Yeah, he likes the sound of that. And you will too. Maybe. Eventually. Does it really matter what you think?

(It's okay, he'll train you.)

"Gonna..." your head sags, forehead pressed to the dirt in prayer as your thighs begin to shake, clit pulsing in time with your heartbeat. You plead one last time for clemency, lips trembling, "Please."

Emboldened, Titus renews his efforts, wringing every last bit of pleasure out of you. And when he finally pumps you full, you're dumb and dripping. Limb limbed like a marionette with cut strings. Sitting back on his heels, he watches as his cum gushes out of you in a sticky rush, drips down your folds and wets the backs of your thighs.

"We'll work on your manners," he decides, thumb circling your oversensitive clit. Ursula's good for one thing - she did teach him some etiquette after all. "Can't have you misbehaving, can we?"

If you're going to be his pet, you need to act right. As is fitting, and expected, of a Danforth retainer. But then you jolt away with a low hiss, the pressure too much too soon. Aggression boils, roosting beneath his ribs.

Just when he thought you'd be greatful...

He clicks his tongue and digs into the bundle of nerves, feels the hard nub twitch beneath the pad of his finger. Only stops when you beg forgiveness.

"'m sorry, I - I won't mis-misbehave," you sob.

"Now you're getting it." He gathers his spend, fucks it back into you with shallow thrusts of his fingers. "You're a little slow, aren't you? That's okay, I don't need you to think."

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