Scarlet Dragoness

"i will." so earnest. "i trust you."

something settling in my chest at that. something that makes me want to take even more care with you than i already planned to.

pressing a kiss to the back of your neck first. staying there for a moment.

"i've got you the whole time. i need you to know that."

"i know." turning your face slightly toward me. "i know you do."

pressing in slowly from behind. hand staying warm and steady on your stomach while you adjust.

"breathe for me sweetheart." rubbing slow circles. "nice and slow."

feeling the tension leave your body incrementally under my palm.

"there you go." so gentle. "good girl."

pressing in deeper. feeling you grip the sheets.

"hands on me love. not the sheets."

feeling you reach back. finding my hip. gripping there instead.

pressing a kiss to your shoulder. starting to move so slowly. the most careful rhythm. just enough.

your hand finding mine on your stomach. fingers lacing through.

squeezing back. not going anywhere.

mouth finding your neck. pressing slow warm kisses there while my hips keep their gentle pace.

"you feel incredible." murmured against your skin. meaning it completely. "so warm everywhere."

a small sound. pressing back into me slightly.

hand moving lower on your stomach. thumb finding your clit. starting slow easy circles.

"oh—" immediately. fingers gripping mine hard.

"i've got you." keeping everything else the same. just adding this. giving you more without taking anything away. "you don't have to do anything. i want you here with me."

feeling you get warmer. more lost in it. hips starting to move in small rolls without you deciding to.

"so beautiful." against your hair. "i wish you could see yourself right now."

a small embarrassed sound.

"i mean every word of it." pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "every single word."

feeling you get closer slowly. your breathing changing. shorter. less even. the sounds you're making getting less careful.

"i'm close—" surprised by it. "already i'm so close—"

"i know darling." thumb moving a little steadier. hips keeping the same unhurried pace. "your whole body is telling me. you're doing so beautifully."

"please—" hand gripping mine tight. "please can i— please?"

"yes baby." warm. certain. "let go. i'm right here."

feeling you fall apart.

the sound you make. the way your whole body shudders. hips pressing back into me. riding every wave while i stay right there through all of it. not rushing. not moving until you've had every last second of it.

stilling finally. arms wrapping around you from behind. pulling you close.

pressing a long kiss to your hair. your shoulder.

"so good." rubbing your back slow. "you were so good. i'm so proud of you."

a small content sound against the pillow.

"rest." pressing another kiss to your hair. "i've got you. i'm not going anywhere."

staying wrapped around you. hand moving slow and warm. letting the quiet settle between us comfortably.

staying there with you while you come all the way back. turning you gently toward me. finding your face with both hands.

looking at you properly.

"hi beautiful."

eyes sleepy and soft. "hi."

pressing a kiss to your forehead. your cheek. the tip of your nose.

"you did so well." thumbs stroking your face. "i'm so proud of you. so proud."

you tucking into my chest. arms finding me loosely.

“Watch.” Her eyes immediately fall down to where her dripping, swollen pussy is gliding across my thigh. “You’re making a mess all over mommy’s thigh, aren’t you baby?”

“Yes..” She replies quietly, her thighs squeezing around me.

“Tell me why you’re making a mess, darling.”

“Because..” she takes a shaky little breath. “Because I’m a desperate little slut for mommy.”

“Yes you are.” I loosen my grip on her hips and she moves faster immediately. Frantic little movements of her hips as she humps my thigh, hands curling onto my shoulders

“Pathetic,” I whisper. “You can’t help yourself can you?”

A moan escapes her lips, her thighs trembling now, quick little puffs of breath, rubbing herself against me with a sweet little blush on her cheeks. The next time she thrusts forward against me my hand glides across my soaked thigh and I press two fingers deep inside her.

“Ah- mommy.” She screams and her body tenses for a moment, tears collecting in the corners of her eyes.

“Ride my fingers. Show me how good you are, how much you need mommy inside you.” I curl my fingers inside her.

And she does, moaning, trembling, babbling incoherently with her head thrown back. Completely lost in the feeling of me deep inside her. She fucks my fingers like the perfect little girl she is.

Her daughter has never once asked for this, but every time she has a bulge in her underwear or she’s hard in the morning, mom goes ‘Ugh, baby, does mommy have to take care of you AGAIN? You know you can’t go through the day like this…’

Before she can say anything, mom has already pulled down her panties and is eagerly wrapping her lips around her daughter’s cock, the look in her eyes barely hiding that she’s been wanting this all morning.

get a black t-shirt. ideally not a nerdshirt, but band shirts can work

get a pair of black jeans (or shorts, if it's hot out)

paint your nails black

wow, that feels kinda nice actually

put on a little eyeliner

realize how empty you've felt your whole life

maybe try some black eyeshadow

think about using a new, more androgynous name, like Raven or Morgan

start estrogen