Spicy Snoodles

Your heart beats out of your chest as you try to grasp onto some semblance of what’s going on, feeling your body grow heavy as you’re laid gently onto the bed. Damien noses at your throat, humming as he cages you in. His kisses are gentle, not the harsh nips and hickeys that were rumored to happen.

“We are just going to go slow, alright? I will walk you through everything, I promise.”

Damien kisses the tip of your nose then softly at your lips, running the tips of his fingers down your clothes before carefully peeling them off of you. Every piece is handled with care, gently placed somewhere safe where hopefully it will remain free of the possible mess the two of you are about to make. He looms over you once you are fully undressed, his warm hands a soft reminder of his care against your bare skin.

“Would you like to undress me, or shall I put on a show?”

Your mind blanks, realizing that the Mayor Damien is about to undress himself in front of you, the prim and proper man you’ve grown to know and love. There’s an air to him that gives off the slightest hint of mischief, that he’s not quite as innocent as he seems. When you fail to respond to him, he just chuckles to himself as he steps back, unbuttoning his shirt. You can’t control where your eyes wander, honing in on every shred of exposed skin that he reveals to you. The broad shoulders he normally hides beneath a suit jacket, now move and tense as he strips himself playfully, making sure that you’re watching.

“I will take your lack of response to mean I am everything you wished for.”

Was he always this cocky? Is this just a sex thing? He finishes with his clothes as moves himself between your legs, cupping your cheek before giving a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Just follow my lead, let me know if it is too much, alright?”

“Oh, okay…”

He quirks an eyebrow at your apprehensive response, smoothing his hands over your thighs.

“Darling, I need you to promise me you will tell me.”

“I promise! Truly, I just, I need you.”

You saying those words seems to awaken something inside Damien, wetting his fingers with a pop of his lips before slowly inserting one inside you, working you open and watching your face for a reaction. The intrusion is not unfamiliar completely, having fingered yourself before. But there’s something different about Damien doing it, the way he seems to know exactly where to press inside of you to make your legs tremble around his hips. When he adds another finger, you gasp and sit up, grasping at his wrist. He stops, staring into your eyes while searching for any sign of discomfort. When you lay back down and try to relax, he moves your legs to open you up a bit more, offering a soothing rub to your thigh.

“You’re doing great, love. Just relax and enjoy it.”

Your eyes close as your head hits the bed beneath you, neck arching off the comforter as you let the noises fall freely from your mouth. You may squirm slightly, grabbing at the sheets to ground yourself, but you just let yourself fall into the comfort and pleasure he’s creating for you. Eventually he stops, seeing him lick your slick off his fingers through the peering gaze you give him. He grabs your hips a bit abruptly, making you yelp as you feel his cock against you.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Just lining you up.”

Damien places his tip at your entrance, leaning down over you so he can take your lips in his, swallowing your moans as he pushes in. It’s like a buzzing sensation in your brain, making your skin feel on fire and your limbs heavy. He starts slow, not wanting to hurt you but also wanting to savor every inch.

“There’s my girl… remember to breathe.”

He’s so soft with everything he does, sending shivers up your spine as he worships every inch of you. When not at your neck, he kisses the inside of your wrist, smiling when you cup his cheek.

“Does it feel good?”

“Mm-mhmm-”

Your head hurts, ringing in your ears and heart pounding out of your chest. You try to move, met with constricting wires coated in variations of rubber and fibers. Something cold wraps itself around your waist and neck, causing your eyes to burst open as you feel them begin to tighten.

“Don’t struggle too much, you’ll ruin the fun.”

“Speak for yourself.”

Three blue eyes and one red glow from within the surrounding darkness, cloaking any other identifying features. The cold appendage around your waist starts winding around your ribs, sharply squeezing and causing you to cry out in pain. Another takes the opportunity to intrude your mouth, muffling you as your ribs are released. It slips further down your throat, gliding smoothly as it gathers up your saliva.

“There we go, that’s a good boy.”

One of the men stands up, staying shrouded in darkness as his eyes just watch you. His mismatched eyes of red and blue dart over your form, and you swear you can see a smile creep onto his lips and it almost terrifies you. He moves behind you, hands grazing along your sides and legs, with his lips making their way up your arm until he’s breathing down your neck. The wires around your wrists and ankles tighten, seemingly out of jealousy.

“Don’t think that I will let you take them for yourself.”

“Oh?”

Two blue eyes pierce through you as your head is forced up to meet his gaze. His fingers run along your throat, feeling the tendril fucking your throat. The one around your throat is replaced by his hand, nearly capable of wrapping entirely around your neck. You know you should be terrified, screaming for them to let you go, but there’s something about staring into electric blue that silences that part of your psyche. 

“That’s right, down boy…”

“You don’t even need all that much coaxing, do you? No, a slut like you is always willing to take what’s offered.”

You swear their voices double in your head, echoing and slurring together as your vision spins. The tendril leaves your throat, leaving you to pant and whine at the continued restrictions. A chill goes up your spine and down your arms as you feel your mind empty, only able to think of anything these two speak into existence. It feels like a washing of frost over your body, suddenly exposed to the air and vulnerable to their touches. Going from keeping you in place to holding you up, your restraints offer support as you’re pressed between their bodies. 

“Go easy on them, they’re still on the smaller size.”

“They’ll take what I give them, you know that.”

You can feel them glaring at each other over you, with two fingers wanting entrance to your mouth, prodding at your lips. Your mouth hangs open, and they trace along the edges of your tongue as you close your lips around them. You groan in satisfaction, snapping the two of them out of their rivalry for just a moment.

“Oh we can’t let a hunger like that go to waste…”

“Indeed, perhaps we can get a few uses before they wear out their usefulness.”

“Such a way with words… this is why you’ll never be half the gentleman I’ve ever been.”

“Never wanted to be.”

You gasp around the fingers in your mouth as a wire winds its way around the base of your cock, feeling a hand wrap around the rest of your length as if testing your excitability. Your hips try to thrust into the hand, whining at the loss of all hands on you as all other restraints briefly squeeze to remind you of your situation. 

“No. You are not in charge here, human.”

Your chin is grabbed firmly and forced to look up again, feeling artificial breath against your lips as his eyes glare into your soul. His irises begin to swirl in front of you, while lips press themselves against your pulse.

“Be a good boy for me, sweetheart, I know you can. You just need a bit of training, isn’t that right?”

“Mmm-mhm…”

“Good… we’ll let you cum once we’re done, I promise. As a treat for being a good set of holes for the night. Would hate to use such a pretty thing and run.”

His hand runs along your face, almost admiring you in your stupor, staring unblinkingly into his compatriot’s eyes. An appendage from before grazes along your ass before wriggling its way in. Slow pumps into you, gradually expanding with every penetration into you. Your vision fogs, letting out soft moans into the air and not even fighting against it. The man from behind you seems pleased, pacing around to your front now. He’s slightly shorter than the one holding your chin, but it’s that wicked smile that makes your hair stand on end. 

“Move out of the way, Google. I don’t think he’s riled up enough yet.”

“What are you planning, Dark?”

Google seems to growl as he steps back, but you can’t help but follow his eyes through the dark as he sits back down again. The shadow seems to dissipate around him as Dark steps closer to you, already in the process of removing a pristine white suit jacket from his person. He folds it over, hanging it over your arm as he takes a knee in front of you, and something wet wraps itself around your cockhead. His tongue flicks at the tip, before taking you in deeper into his throat and sucking in his cheeks. Even in the darkness you swear you see white, as the tendril inside you starts fucking you into his mouth. He’s cruel about it, savoring your taste while you’re relentlessly pounded into and completely at his mercy. When he pulls off of you, he stands up and runs his finger along the underside of your shaft and gathers the mixture of his dark saliva and your precum onto his finger, savoring it in front of you.

“He’s ready now, Google.”

“Good, I was getting impatient…”

You yelp as your body is yanked around, spreading your legs and hooking one over one of Google’s arms as he resumes his spot at your front. The tendril leaves you as Dark takes his previous position behind you, probing you to inspect if you’re prepped enough.

“You can handle both of us, can’t you?”

“He will, whether he likes it or not.”

Dark is the first to push in, his lips resuming their favorite place on your neck and sucking marks there. Google waits, although he seems to be rather amused with how hot and bothered you look. Now that you can see a bit more, his longer hair still almost obscures his face from the light above, letting you see the deadpan of his expression yet the sadistic curiosity still shines in his eyes. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. But it may feel like it for a moment.”

Google is far rougher with his push into you, even causing Dark to dig his claws into your skin for stability. A hand clamps over your mouth as you nearly scream, silencing them to whoever may be around, if anyone. Dark growls so deep you can feel it in your own chest, nearly snarling when Google tries to pull back.

“Try that again, I dare you.”

“With pleasure.”

The wires wrap around your limbs and contort you in ways that make you feel helpless to the ways they move you. Claws dig into your ribs as your arms are behind your back, legs folded and hung over arms to keep you open to them. Your head flings back to rest against Dark’s shoulder, and he takes this opportunity to mark up your skin. Google seems to be taking charge in the pacing,although he makes sure that you feel everything you possibly can. It’s so much, tears filling your eyes from such intense sensations. They feel unnatural, ridged with impossible geometry that certainly cannot be human. But Google isn’t satisfied with just skewering you on his cock, no, he wants you to squirm.

You scream as he turns on his vibrations, even catching Dark off guard. He can’t hold on for long, biting your neck and spilling up into you as Google continues to fuck it in deeper. Even as Dark pulls out to stagger back, a sly smirk stays on his lips as you writhe in Google’s wires, becoming a desperate cocksleeve for him as Dark eyes your lips again.

“Since you don’t want to share holes… flip him over.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Google readjusts his position with you, keeping you cockwarming his vibrating length as you’re denied once again your release. Dark looks more disheveled, hair falling out of place and his shirt both unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up past his elbows. His leaking cock, coated in abyss rubs against your cheek and you get a taste of him on your lips. He has to squeeze his base when you eye him up, gaze returning to his cock in front of you.

“Open, slut.”

You don’t need to be requested twice, happily taking in his cock and salivating at the taste of his cum on your tongue. When Google is sure you’re properly filled on both ends, he cranks up the vibrations and starts plowing into you, forcing Dark’s cock down your throat. You’re a mess of moans and whimpers, trying to do your best to suck and lick but when a hand just roots in your hair, you relent and just let him fuck your throat. It’s heaven and hell, feeling everything and nothing. Covered in marks from teeth, claws, and restraints, leaking from your own cock as Dark’s cum drips down your thighs from what escaped Google’s thrusts further in you. Even as you choke, Dark doesn’t let up, you feel far too good for mercy at this point.

Google grunts and squeezes your hips, making you groan in pain as he spills into you. But he just doesn’t stop at a normal human’s amount. And whatever is filling you, you feel whatever strength you had left leave your limbs and a heat creep across your body. All you can feel is every time you’ve been denied, now resisting harder against the wires around your lower body, praying Google will let you cum. 

“Pity they can’t beg while their throat is used, I’m sure whatever pleads they have would sound so sweet.”

“Hhnngghhhh- shut up already. You already made me cum once before I wanted to.”

“Perhaps you should remember that while gentlemen may wait to get what they want, if you wish to be fulfilled, you must take what is yours first. Show that you own every part of their body.”

Every thought is just a plea with Google, as Dark grinds your nose into his pelvis and he grips your hair tighter. Google decides for you being so compliant and understanding, he’ll change his mind. Right as the wires unwrap from the base of your cock, he pushes all the way into you and turns up the vibrations to the max, milking you of all you can give. 

You spasm and shake as you’re held aloft in the air with nothing but the remaining wires, cumming uncontrollably onto the floor below as the aphrodisiac and vibrations keep you in a constant state of euphoria. Your moans are like music to their ears, and even Dark can’t hold out for much longer. In all the brain-numbing pleasure, you don’t even have the control to try and swallow his cum as he finishes in your throat, letting his abyssal seed smear on your lips as you try to keep it down. 

How long you’re kept in that state, you lose track, but when it finally ends it feels like the darkness returns. But it’s softer, more welcoming. You’re wrapped in it and held gently.

“Shhh, now. We’ll get you recovered before we go again. I promise.”

You hear the door lock click, boots hitting the wooden floor as you lift your head from the couch. The top of his head becomes visible as you sit up, blinking up at him as he enters the room. Anti grabs your jaw as he stands behind the couch, claws grazing against your skin. His breathing is heavy, looking pumped full of adrenaline as he looks over you with crazed eyes. 

“Poppet ready fer a bit o’ play?”

You lean into his hand, grabbing the back of the couch to bring yourself closer to him. He tugs you into a kiss, grinning as you melt in his hold. The tips of his claws dig into your cheeks punishingly, as if chastising you for your absolute desperation. 

“Let me get a few t’ings set up, ye just sit t’ere like t’e good girl I know ye want t’ be.” 

As he steps away, his fingers graze under your jaw teasingly, guiding your gaze with his path. You lean on the back of the couch on your arms, staring off in his direction. Your thoughts are consumed by him, the focus of your heart coming back into your orbit. He takes a bit, coming back out in a dress shirt half unbuttoned, skinny jeans, and a shiny black belt. He twirls an arrow between his fingers, grinning at you. 

“Just a lil’ t’ing t’ spice t’ings up, I t’ink yer overdue fer yer next dose.”

He throws himself onto the couch, legs up on the cushions as he coos for you to crawl over to him. His hand moves behind your neck, running down your back as he presses you further against him. Your fingers curl into his hair, kissing his breath away as he pushes up the skirt of your dress. The cold of the arrow rests against your shin as he smooths his hand over your thigh, patting a particular spot as he picks up the arrow again. You tense your muscles in preparation, something he feels.

“Yer just gonna make it hurt more, relax, baby.”

Anti pulls away from you, making you look him in the eyes as you get scared. The spell faltering, you are overdue for a dose. Your eyes dart to the arrow, realizing what he’s holding as you scramble off of him. Anti growls as you stumble off the couch, moving towards the door. He glitches in front of the door, blocking your path and caging you into the apartment further. 

“Just hold still, I don’t want t’ hurt ye…”

“No! Lemme go!”

He slams you against the wall as you try to kick and scream, pinning one of your arms behind your back as your front is pressed against the wall.

“C’mon poppet, we had such a perfect deal goin’. Ye just had t’ be good.”

Anti pins you with just his body, yanking back on your hair and piercing the arrow into the side of your neck. You scream, trying to shove him off of you as your heart starts beating out of your chest. Your screams change to laughs as he pulls the arrow out, kissing over the spot where he pierced your skin with gentle care. He turns you back around, smiling into your lips as your love for him returns.