#bed breaking

A The air in the brothel was thick with smoke and murmured promises, but none of it mattered to Sevika. Her eyes cut through the dim light, her focus singular. She had no patience for the games tonight, no interest in the false smiles thrown her way. She wanted you.

And when she finally saw you, leaning against the bar, your body draped in silks that teased more than they hid, it was like a spark igniting something primal in her. You were laughing at some fool’s attempt at charm, your lips curved into a smile that Sevika knew wasn’t for him.

She stalked toward you, her heavy boots thudding against the floorboards. You noticed her before she spoke, your gaze locking with hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to still.

“Sevika,” you greeted, your voice soft but knowing. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Her jaw tightened. “Come with me.”

Your eyebrows lifted in playful surprise, but the heat in her gaze left no room for argument. Without waiting for a response, she reached out, her metal fingers wrapping around your wrist with a firm but careful grip.

“Sevika, what’s the rush?” you teased, letting her guide you through the crowded room.

She didn’t answer, her silence saying more than words could.

The door to your room closed with a quiet click, shutting out the noise of the brothel. You turned to face her, amusement dancing in your eyes. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Don’t.” Her voice was low, rough, almost a growl. “I don’t want to talk.”

You blinked, surprised by the raw intensity in her tone. But before you could respond, Sevika was on you, her hands gripping your waist as she pulled you flush against her.

Her lips crashed against yours, all teeth and heat, a fire that burned away any pretense. There was no softness, no hesitation—just need, sharp and undeniable.

You gasped against her mouth, your fingers tangling in the fabric of her coat. “Sevika—”

“Shut up,” she muttered, her voice thick with desire. Her hands roamed your body, one rough and calloused, the other cold and unyielding, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

You let her take control, her presence consuming you. She backed you against the wall, her lips moving to your neck, your collarbone, her teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she admitted, her breath hot against your skin. “Every damn time I close my eyes, it’s you. Always you.”

Her words were rough, almost angry, but the way her hands moved over your body betrayed something deeper—something desperate.

You smiled, your fingers threading through her hair. “If you wanted me this bad, all you had to do was ask.”

Sevika let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your throat. “You think this is funny?”

“I think you’re impatient.”

Her response was to lift you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed with a strength that made your pulse race. She pinned you beneath her, her weight grounding you as her lips found yours again. This kiss was different—slower, but no less intense, as if she was savoring every second.

“Tell me you’re mine,” she demanded, her voice a low rasp.

“Sevika…”

“Say it.” Her hand gripped your thigh, her mechanical fingers pressing hard enough to leave a mark.

“I’m yours,” you breathed, your voice trembling under her gaze.

Her lips curved into a smirk, satisfaction flickering in her eyes. “Damn right you are.” Sevika hissed, claiming the reader's mouth in a bruising kiss filled with dark hunger.

Sevika's hands roamed greedily over your curves, tearing at your clothing with impatient fingers. She needed to mark you, to remind everyone that this delicious morsel belonged solely to her.

With a swift twist, Sevika freed your breast from its confines, taking the pert nipple into her mouth and suckling hard.

"Yes, Sevika," you breathed, arching into her touch. "Only yours."

Emboldened by your submission, Sevika ripped away the remaining garments, exposing your naked form to her hungry gaze. She ran her hands over every inch of skin, mapping the contours of your body with reverent fingertips.

With a wicked smile, Sevika pushes you onto the plush bed, following closely behind. She straddles your waist, her dripping core pressing insistently against your thighs.

"Tell me how much you crave me," Sevika commanded, her voice a sultry purr. "How badly you need my touch, my kisses, my very essence inside you."

Your breath hitched, pulse racing at Sevika's dominant tone. "Please, Sevika," you begged, your voice thick with desire. "I ache for you, body and soul. Your touch ignites a fire within me that only you can quench."

Sevika's eyes glowed with triumph and lust. She leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that stole your breath away. Her tongue delved deep, tangling with yours in a passionate dance.

Breaking the kiss, Sevika trailed her mouth along your jawline, nipping and sucking at your tender skin. She worked her way down, pausing to lavish attention on each pert nipple before continuing her descent.

Sevika pushes against you and takes your waist in one hand while moving up with the other. With deliberate slowness, she wraps her fingers around your wrist, pinning them to the bedspread.

"Stay put, my pet," Sevika purred, her voice laced with dark promise. "I intend to claim every inch of you."

Your body trembled, both from fear and exhilaration. Sevika's grip was unyielding yet strangely arousing.

Sevika's free hand slide down your abdomen, fingers dipping into the warm, slick folds of your sex. A low moan escaped her lips as she felt your arousal coating her fingers.

Sevika's mechanical fingers plunged deep inside you, pumping in and out with ruthless precision. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins, your back arching off the bed in ecstasy.

"Yes, Sevika!" You cry out, your voice ragged with need. "More, please!"

Sevika obliged, increasing the pace of her mechanized strokes. The sound of her artificial limbs moving in tandem with your frantic breathing filled the room, creating a lewd symphony of desire.

Leaning over, Sevika captured your lips once more, swallowing your moans as she ravaged your mouth with wild abandon. Her free hand roamed your body, tweaking nipples, scratching down spines, leaving trails of fiery pleasure in its wake.

Sevika broke the kiss, her chest heaving with exertion. She gazed down at the reader, her emerald eyes blazing with primal hunger.

"Now, my sweet, it's time for the main event," she purred, her mechanical arm shifting to position the reader's hips higher.

With a fluid motion, Sevika pulled out her strap. “Where the fuck did that come from ?!” You ask surprised, she definitely didn’t have it in her hands when she came in.

"Don’t worry about that pet, all you have to know is that I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, that you'll never forget who owns your lovely body," Sevika declared, her voice dripping with sadistic delight.

And with that, she drove herself down, impaling you on her thick, pulsing shaft in one powerful thrust.

About an hour passed of her ruthless lovemaking before she finally slowed a bit.

Sevika's body shuddered violently, her mechanical arm shaking as it held you in place. A guttural cry tore from her throat as she spilled her release deep inside you, wave after wave of scorching hot fluid flooding your insides.

You let out something between a moan and a scream, your vision blurring at the edges as you are consumed by a mind-numbing orgasm. Your sex clenched and rippled around Sevika's pulsing cock, milking every last drop of the witch's essence.

As the aftershocks subsided, Sevika collapsed onto you, her sweat-drenched body pressing you into the mattress. She nuzzled into the crook of your neck, her hot breath ghosting over your skin.

"That was exquisite," Sevika panted, her voice husky with satisfaction.

Suddenly there was a crack, then a pop. “What was that?” You ask confused and you try to get up. Another crack and then another. Sevika and you look at each other slowly before the bed suddenly breaks under you. “Jesus fuck!” You yelp. “We broke the damn bed,”

Sevika looks away to hide her smirk as she makes her way to the floor. Helping you up and carrying you to the bathroom. “I’ll pay for it later” she reply’s and kisses your head.

So…. I ain’t got nothing to say. Hope it’s good.