Mace

You truly were…

At times, sure, you did very rarely crave something more…thrilling. Something deeper…something ravenous. But those were unrealistic urges. Ones you'd just bury. After all, you had everything you could ever need. You had a stable life. What was there to complain about?

Any urges that spilled out and didn't quite stay buried deep, you'd quell with certain types of novels. Aggressive books…

Lustful.

Messed up.

Taboo in so many ways…

Asriel didn't know you even owned such novels. You could never show him. Not because you thought he'd shame you, of course not. He was so sweet and understanding to a fault sometimes. It's just that he was…sensitive. He once couldn't look you in the eye for a week because his hand grazed your butt during one of your earlier dates. You didn't want the poor guy to combust just because he found your naughty stash of written filth. So they stayed neatly put away where he wouldn't really find them. Not that he ever looked through your things anyway. Always very respectful of your space…

At the moment you were rushing, stuffing notebooks and whatever other items you needed in your bag. You were late.

Ever since Kris started college, you've offered them some tutoring lessons. They'd been struggling with a few of the more complex literature classes. So, given that your degree was on the topic, you offered your help. You'd met up once a week without fail ever since then and you weren't about to miss it this time either. So you bolted out of your apartment as quickly as you could after leaving a note for Asriel. He was still at work, so if you weren't back by the time he came home, he'd at least know where you were.

Thankfully, Kris' dorm wasn't too far away. It didn't take long before you were stepping inside after greeting Kris with a smile.

"Sorry I'm a little late…I lost track of time." You laugh a bit, still a little breathless from half jogging up the stairs. The stupid elevator, of course, just had to be out of order.

Kris was kind enough to offer you a glass of water, which you happily gulped down.

"Thanks, that's much better." You set your bag down on the floor, then pull over the chair you usually sat in next to Kris at their desk. Kris went and took a seat, pulling out their lecture notes and assignments.

"Let's see…what's this week's topic…" You muttered as you looked over their notes.

The two of you spent the next half hour going over one of Shakespeare's sonnets, helping Kris get the hang of looking at each line and analyzing them. They were doing pretty well, catching on pretty fast. All you really did was go over the notes Kris already took. But they seemed to have already had a pretty good grasp on it.

Maybe you'd be able to leave early today.

You were feeling really tired after all…exhausted even. Minutes ticked by, and your eyelids started to feel heavier and heavier. It was strange…you were fine a second ago and then suddenly…

Suddenly, Kris' notes looked like they were shifting. The edge of your vision grew hazy.

You reached out for Kris, gripping the soft fabric of their sweater. It was so soft…and you could feel their body heat through it. It was the last thing your mind was able to fully process before the world tipped over and it all went black.

—

Slurp, slurp, slurp…

Something felt wet. A bit messy between your thighs. Did you piss yourself…?

No…

Slurp, slurp, slurp…

Your body squirmed, feeling something hot and wet stroking you on such an intimate spot. And then-

Suck~

That got you to jolt, your eyes snapping open. You couldn't move your limbs beyond a slight twitch, but you were fully conscious now. A little hazy, but conscious. You could see the mop of brown hair between your legs, the source of those wet, lapping slurps.

"K…Kri…s?" You barely managed to choke out. Your mind was running much faster than your mouth could keep up with the state you were in. Talking felt like dragging your whole body through thick mud...a suffocating strain.

The slurping stopped.

"Shhhhh~…don't bother trying…you'll just tire yourself out and pass out again…not that it would stop me if you did…"

Their voice…something about it was different. Normally, when Kris spoke, it was soft and not very emotive. But this…there was something desperate to it. Almost…hysterical. Like a bottle shattering from the air pressure built up inside.

You watched as they sat up; it was all you could really do. Watch, and think. Why couldn't you move? Why couldn't you-

"You're so trusting…you know that? If I were some random guy…would you have made it this easy for them too?"

Their words were taunting, degrading…you felt a sick feeling sink into your stomach when your body reacted with a shudder instead of recoiling. But it didn't take you long to connect the dots.

The glass of water…the one Kris seemed to have at the ready as soon as you had stepped through that threshold. After you had to hike up two stories' worth of stairs just to get to their second-floor dorm room.

Was the elevator even really out of order? Or was the sign fake-

It was as if Kris could read your mind, seeing every thought you were having in that moment through your wide eyes.

"There you go…you're so smart, y/n…it's one of the things I've always loved about you…you get so passionate about all that knowledge in your pretty head…I could listen to you talk for hours…" They leaned in close, and you could smell the scent of your pussy wafting from their face. "Why do you think I asked for you to tutor me? And you believed that too…that I actually needed help."

If you could move fully, you'd be shaking your head and pushing them away. But as it was now, all you could manage was the smallest tilt of your face to the side.

"Ah ah…don't look away; STOP looking away from me…" Kris said, firmly gripping your chin and forcing you to face them directly again. "I'm tired of it…you'll look at anything else, anyone else…you'll look at my brother before you'll even notice me…"

You let out a whimper when their grip became a little too painful.

"Does it hurt…? I'm sorry…but you've kept me waiting long enough. All this time…" Their hand slid down your jaw, down your neck. "I've been patient. I even tried to pretend I wasn't obsessed with you…tried so hard to ignore it. It's wrong, I shouldn't look at my brother's partner like that…shouldn't want them so badly it hurts…shouldn't think about them every waking moment…I really did try." They chuckled lowly.

"Look how that ended up."

You let out an involuntary whine when you felt something rubbing against you. You still wore your underwear, now drenched and soaked from Kris' spit as well as your own slick…as ashamed as you are to even acknowledge that.

Kris had begun to grind the length of their hard cock against you, smearing the dampness of your drenched underwear against them. "You're twitching…I can feel it…this is what you want, isn't it? This…" They sat back, pulling something into view. In their hand was one of your books. The ones that no one was supposed to know about…

Frigid panic set into your chest.

"You brought this to our tutoring session… I wonder if you hoped I'd find it~"

You couldn't respond to deny it. You couldn't say that you didn't even know how that ended up in your bag. That you must have accidentally shoved it in with the rest of your materials without realizing. That it truly wasn't intentional. But even if you could say all of that, you doubted they'd even listen to you.

"Asriel doesn't know about these…doesn't know about what you truly want. What you need.." they continued, rubbing the tip of their cock right over your clit, causing tremors to wrack through you. "That you're actually a needy little slut…desperate for someone to choke you out, hold you down and fuck you—you just want to be a pretty little cock sleeve. I know that's the truth…"

They tossed the book aside, then hooked their finger on the side of your underwear, pulling them aside. They slid their cock against your pussy lips directly, and they moaned in delight at the feeling.

"God…such a pretty pussy…all mine…" they sighed. "I can do what my perfect brother can't…I can give you what you need…I'll show you…"

They began to push in, and you tensed up with a cry. Kris moaned out, smiling down at you as they let out a shuddery breath.

"Y-yes…that's it…you're spasming around me…oh-"

Seeing the tears began to stream down your face, they leaned in and began to slowly lick them. " Shhh…don't cry~. You'll feel better soon…look~" They slowly thrusted into you once, forcing another cry out of you.

They didn't stop there. They set a pace, fucking you hard and deep but still going slow. They were relishing in it, sinking deep into your tight little cunt.

"You feel so good…so good around my cock…do you tighten up like that for Asriel too? Does he know how to make you twitch like this?" They pressed their thumb over your clit right then, forcing a strangled moan out of you. "Oh fuck…look at you…you almost came right then, didn't you? But you can't cum—not yet."

They began to speed up right then, lifting your legs. Somehow, they were able to go even deeper in this position. You felt like you would be split open, torn apart. Yet your mind went completely blank even despite the pain. The pleasure you felt from it both disgusted you, and fulfilled that deep, dark part of your desires you never allowed yourself to think too hard about.

You could hardly focus on anything except for the feeling of that thick cock filling you and the sound of skin slapping…and the sound of their panting and moaning right into your ear. You wished you could move, so you could claw at Kris' back. Mark them up too…make them feel as helpless as you did. So helpless…you could feel your orgasm closing in and you couldn't stave it off for much longer.

"Yes…yes…fuck yes I'm getting close…I'm gonna cum inside you… I'm going to fill you so deep you'll get pregnant for sure…you'll be mine…" They laughed, their hips speeding up almost desperately. They then grabbed your neck firmly. "Yeah…you're twitching again…you gonna cum? You can cum now…come on…cum on my cock. Cum….cum cum cum cum-"

You could do nothing as your whole body spasmed, drool dripping down your chin as you screamed silently. You came harder than you ever had before.

Kris slowly pulled out, watching their own cum drip out of your abused hole. They chuckled lowly, a chilling sound. You could barely stay up for much longer.

"Don't worry…I'll take good care of you—"

In that moment, your phone rang. Kris reached for it, looking over the caller ID. They glanced at you and your now unconscious body as they answered.

"Hey y/n I- oh! Kris? Uh…is y/n there? It's getting late and-…oh. They fell asleep? That's okay! Let them rest; they must be exhausted…I'll just pick them up tomorrow if that's okay?…great!"

Kris tossed your phone aside after hanging up, a grin forming as they looked over you.

You weren't going to forget what they did to you.

They won't let you.