#marllie

Simon was the one to courier the official invitation. Apparently, Ichabod and Maris were vouching for weeks before the proprietor agreed to my membership. All this for a measly twenty dollars of monthly dues.

All that said, I didn't expect to be featured in a scene so soon. I was always under the impression I'd have to spend years learning the ropes-- pun intended-- and ingratiating myself before I'd be able to be featured in something like this.

Like I said; I know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.

The Vixxen's facade casts pink light over us. I wonder if it's plaster or if the vampires of Reidport are as decadent as portrayed in fiction. I can hear music wafting out. It sounds moody and electric, like She Wants Revenge. It's fitting.

The doorman smiles when we approach. "Welcome back, Maris. I presume this is the whelp you've spoken so fondly of?"

My cheeks feel warm. It's already perfect.

"That she is. Ellie, this is Jason. He's one of the men who keep this place safe for us."

"Thank you for your work, Sir," I say.

I kind of feel like Maris is talking about me as if I'm a child and it feels good. I know we must make a stand for doing the right thing, but everything I do eventually blows up in my face and I get dizzy from the indecision that comes from the consequences I might incur. Submission might be a strange way to cope with that but it seems to work for everyone.

"No problem, Miss. Do you know the rules here?" Jason asks.

"Maris told me about them. Only touch people with purple stamps, staff are off limits until or unless they approach you, no phones, and no channeling," I reply. There are others but they're for vampires. I'm under the impression they can get rowdy.

"Awesome, you got it down pat." Jason adjusts his ball cap. "Well, Miss, are you okay being touched?"

"Yeah, it sounds like fun." I give him my hand and he stamps both of us purple. "Thanks, Jason. Have a good night."

"Yes, thank you as always, Jason," Maris says.

"Of course, ladies. Enjoy your night."

The music is nothing quite like it was inside. My ribs are reverberating. Strangely, I can still hear discussion clearly, and I wonder if there's some sort of ward for that while we hand over our stuff at coat check.

I fully expected both of us to err on the side of indecency, but I can't say I was expecting Maris to be wearing a halter suit with her breasts exposed. Rhinestones pattern her chest and shoulders, shining like her heels. I feel juvenile in my body stocking now. I don't know if I like that. I feel like I'm embarrassing Maris by being so under dressed.

"Welcome back, Maris," the young woman at the counter says as she logs our belongings. "Simon wanted me to tell you he wants to see you guys whenever you guys are ready. I think he's behind the bar."

"We'll be sure to find him. Thank you, Mariah," Maris replies.

The club proper feels like a wonderland, the perfume of blood and cum lingering in the air, and if I felt juvenile before, I feel moreso now. There's a lot of people here and a lot of them are better looking and if they’re dressed, they’re better dressed than I am.

Maris rubs my back. "You're looking delicious, dear. I'm glad you had the forethought to get an open crotch. I didn't when I first came here and one of the mascs snapped it. I mean... lovely in the moment, but I had to walk home like that."

I nod and sink into her side. I don't think I could do this without Maris.

"Am I, um, do I look trashy? O-or cheap?" I ask her.

She chuckles. "That doesn't matter. We're all whores here." I nod. It's good to know that I'm not a sore thumb here. "Now, before we partake of libations, let's find Simon."

"I'd like that. I know we discussed some of the scene earlier, but I'd like to get the details since we didn't have, like, a rehearsal for the free use scene.” It takes the magic out of it.

"Of course."

Maris and I make our way to the bar past a raised platform. There's a decent amount of seating here ranging from booths to a few couches. Most people seem to be mingling if they're drinking. While we're peering, I catch Simon coming out of the store room off to the side and wave at him. He smiles and jogs over to us.

I knew he'd be a sexual being, but I wasn't expecting to see my boyfriend's roommate in a pair of jocks and boots, nor did I expect him to be kind of foxy. What cosmic coincidence made all my friends hot?

"Hey, good to see you guys," he says. He and Maris hug, and then myself. I know he's chilly but it still feels nice being held here, like I do belong.

"Thanks for having me. I hope you all didn't have to stick your necks out for me," I tell him. How awful would it be if I fuck up and embarrass them? Would they even want to see me anymore?

He laughs, "Well, Ellie, we didn't have to stick our necks out that far. Your reputation proceeds you. The proprietor wanted to discuss it with Ichabod before moving forward, but you know how hard it is to get you guys in once place," he says.

"Sorry about that," I say. I'm glad my friends like me. "Um, by the way, where's Ichabod?"

"I know I've seen him around," Simon replies. I frown.

"Doctor Strauss, we were hoping to discuss the particulars of the scene when you have a moment," Maris says. Her knuckle pets my cheek. "Ellie ought to be privy to them."

"That's actually what I was hoping to see you guys about. I'm going to help one of the staff with the table really quickly and then I'll meet you guys in the lounge," Simon says.

"Of course. Take your time, Doctor," Maris says. I wave to Simon as she takes me towards the opposite end of the building.

Some of the seats here are strange. The furniture is of various heights and a few even have hookah. There's a fair amount of seating with a hole right in the center of it. Stranger are the waitstaff. Most of them seem like furniture such as ottomans, tables, and even ash trays. A man having a cigarette extinguished on his chest tilts his head back and bears his fangs. I don't even know where to begin in this sea of rubber and masochism.

"Maris, what're those?" I ask.

"It's a rim chair. You take a seat and if you're showing the purple side of the card on the table, someone will come by and perform oral sex on you from below." She smiles fondly at it. "Would you like to try, Ellie? It might even make it easier to start your scene later since you'll already be sufficiently lubricated."

My chest is warm. "I-is it really okay? I mean... these aren't staff, a-are they?"

"The ones in the bunny masks? No. They're people a lot like you, who like to be used for the pleasure of others."

I nod. Another item added to my bucket list.

"We don't have to do it if you don't want to, Ellie, but I think it's something you'll enjoy," she says.

"Okay, let's try," I beam.

I don't want to take one of the ones low to the ground so I take Maris to one that has normal-length chairs. Thankfully, this one has hookah, because I just realized I left my cigarettes at coat check.

I'm lighting the coals when I ask, "What was your first time here, like?" I ask.

Maris chuckles. "I was... twenty. I think. I had just moved to Reidport from a ways away to learn magic from the coven here.

"I was new to the city and I was very lonely. You see, covens attract all sorts, and not everyone is kind or trustworthy. The politics were cutting. I was fortunate to have a friend who was a Reidport native to vouch for me.

"I was terrified my first time here. I'd only heard of kink in passing. I didn't even have any gear, so I came in a ratty cocktail dress. All of her friends were so sweet, Ellie." She takes one of the nozzles. "We sat, we talked. I came. A butch fucked me stupid on the table. I thought it would feel bad to do this kind of thing in front of friends and acquaintances, but it felt good to have them there. It's comparable to love but on a grander scale."

Smoke fogs my eyes. I say, "I'm not sure I take your meaning."

She hums. "Ellie, it's safe to say we're close friends, right?" Of course, I nod. I love Gwen but I think Maris is the greatest woman I've ever met. I don't know why she protects me, or even likes me, but I love her for it. "Do you think you'd fall out of love if I were to finger you to completion here?"

I cough. I don't know that I'd say I'm in love with Maris, but I like her a lot. This feels like a trap.

"If you were to do so for me, you would still be my friend, but our friendship would be different, don't you think? I hope for the better.

"It's like that. You're more than friends. You're together in the deepest way possible, shy of marriage of the flesh."

I don't know what she means but I want to.

"Anyway, I've been hooked ever since. Most of the girls have moved on to places like New Orleans or New York. Cultural and magical centers. I'm happy where I am now. Reidport is special."

I take a long drag. It's hard to picture Maris as vulnerable and out of place when I've seen how powerful she is technically, intellectually, and emotionally.

I was always out of place. Even after I ignored the spirits, my father had a way of bringing out the worst in me, just like he did with my mother before she got fed up with it. I could float misfit to misfit but I never belonged the way they did. By my senior year, I was so broken I didn’t have friends. It wasn’t until I left home I could even begin fixing myself.

"A-are you sure you're fine being... alone?" I ask.

Her eyes glitter. "I'm not alone."

I feel fuzzy and smile.

"Hello, Madams."

I turn to see a pair of gentlemen in rabbit masks and tight thongs. The one nearest to me was the one who had the cigarette extinguished on him, though the wound has since mended. I didn't realize how chiseled he was until he was up close.

Either way, both are hard and have purple stamps.

Maris claps her hands giddily. "Oh, good! I was hoping to see you boys here! This is a dear friend of mine, Ellie."

The boys bow. The gentleman nearest to me says, "It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Madam. I've heard many good things about you."

I smile. It's not even something I force, I genuinely didn't realize strangers know of and like me. It feels really good.

"Oh, thanks."

The scrawnier man next to him says, "I see you have the purple sign on, might we service you ladies tonight?"

Maris turns to me. I nod. She says. "Of course, boys." She pets the scrawny one's cheek. "Now, Tom, I know you know what you're doing, but Duncan, be sure to show my friend a good time, alright? She's very pretty and she likes being shown that."

"Of course, Madam."

Duncan lays his hand on my bare breast and I start breathing a little heavier. This is exhilarating but I'm not sure what to do, so I sit still and let him work.

"As I was saying," Maris says as her boy toy presses kisses on her neck, "I'm not alone. I have you. I have the club." She takes a lungful of hookah before resuming. "Believe it or not, mine and Ichabod's break up was amicable. Awkward at first, but he is my friend, and I am glad that you, who is also my friend, is happy with him, because he's very happy with you.

Duncan presses a kiss to my neck as he massages my breast. My breath catches. "O-oh," I say, sighing. "I'm glad. I wasn't... I don't want there to be... to be bad blood between us, Maris. I hope you don't think we're just friends because of circumstance."

"Of course not, baby," she says. The endearment goes straight to my pussy. "It's good having a woman to spend time with, you know? I love the coven but... it can be exhausting. And the rest of the time, I'm with clients other preternaturals. I'm stuck between the Ides of March and--" her breath shudders. Her boytoy, I think his name is Tom, has sat himself under the chair by now. "A-and a sausage party. Now, I love men, but... it's nice being among your own. And it's nicer that you're not just a work friend or a club friend."

I think I get her point. Multiple, actually. Duncan. laps at my neck and I moan. It's nice that Maris is here. I think a lot of this, a lot of my life, would be a lot scarier without her. A lot emptier. No one is an island.

Duncan splays his hand across my chest and down my belly. It makes my undercarriage flinch and burn just as he's about to reach my mounds.

"I was always whittling away at myself," I tell her, "I'm glad the feeling is mutual. It's... I can't begin to say how good it is to have a friend that encompasses my identity."

My eyes cross. He's rubbing circles on my hood. I didn't even know a stranger could find it that quickly.

Maris chuckles. She pets my knuckles. "See what I mean?"

"Yes," I nod.

"I'm glad... isn't she such a good girl, Duncan?"

I pant and whimper. He hums against me and murmurs, "Such a good girl."

My moan is stuttering and desperate. It's like I've come undone.

Duncan lays below me. I feel him kiss me and start with a flat tongue across my length.

"Wh-where do you think Ichabod is?" I ask. I can barely see between my lids spasming with flutters.

"He's around, baby." I moan she calls me that. "You just focus on being a good girl and feeding our friend Duncan. He's wanted this for awhile now."

"H-he has?" I ask.

"I told him all about how well you did in the crypt and I had to chain him up to keep him from rubbing himself." Maris splits in two before rejoining. My head is spinning. "He's always liked women that could kill him."

"I-I don't want to kill him," I murmur.

"No, but you could."

My chest collapses and inflates. I love the way this feels but I can't keep my composure like Maris is. I brace myself on the table, gripping the nozzle in my hand.

"I-I don't know why he would," I say, and gasp. He's found my clit again. He's not exactly going easy, though. He's not rough but it's a mechanical impossibility for me not to come with what he's doing.

"Mmm... why do you like Ichabod hitting you, Ellie? Or calling you mean names like a cocktease?"

"I-I am a cocktease. I am a bitch." I squeeze my eyes shut. "I-I kicked a b-baby."

She chuckles. "It's okay, baby girl." She takes my hand and my legs spasm. Duncan wraps his big arms around me and pins me to the chair.

"You don't like those because you are cocktease or a bitch. You just like it rough. Ichabod likes being rough. Duncan likes when he's roughed up. Why don't you try calling him a mean name?"

"Well, hello ladies. Good to see you all are enjoying the amenities."

I turn my head to Simon. I feel a little ashamed but he doesn't seem to be grossed out.

"H-hi Simon," I say.

"Hello again, Doctor Strauss. Ellie was about to put Duncan in his place," Maris says.

"He does enjoy that." Simon takes a seat and sets the clipboard down. He lays his chin on his hand. "Go ahead, Ellie."

I nod. My brain is blanking, so I call him the meanest thing I can think of in the moment-- a worthless leech. It makes my chest hot and my throat close up.

I feel his chest rumble. He's diving into me like a drowning man thrashes. Being tongued like this is a lot like how Ichabod uses his hands. I'm whinnying and lay my head between my arms to stifle myself. Maris is beside me, pulling me onto her chest, where I bury my nose in her neck.

"M-Mommy," I stammer. She rubs my arm.

"Just like that. You're being such a good girl." This elicits another moan from me. My brain is melting and I adore it. "Call him a good for nothing."

"You're good for nothing, Duncan. This is the only thing you're worth." Ichabod's said it to me before and I think Duncan likes it the same as I do.

"That's a good girl. You're already so good at disciplining these whores, I'm so proud of you."

"Thank-- thank y--"

I don't finish because I'm coming. My hips tilt into his mouth and I cling to Maris while I whine. He follows through and I swear the tide washing over me could be magma with how hot my innards become. It puts me shaking and blurry.

Duncan removes himself. I see him kneeling in the walkway, glassy eyed, mouth slick with cum.

His cock weeps blood. I stare.

"Well, that was quite a show," Simon compliments. 

I catch my breath and say, "Is that all it takes to get you going?" I try to sound like I hate him. "Are you gonna blow if I touch you?"

His breath is heavy and fast. My fingers wrap around his shaft and I press my thumb into his head. Apparently, it is, because he grunts and fires onto my cheek like a cannon. I gently pet him through another four spurts. He looks dizzy and gleeful.

"See? He really is a pathetic whore, isn't he? Imagine if he had stuck that into your pussy, dear. You wouldn't have even gotten to come. Isn't that right, Duncan?"

"Yes, Madam," he sighs happily. I smile at him. "Thank you for using me, Madam Ellie."

"Yeah, of course," I tell him.

"Alright, you boys are excused now," Maris says, shooing them off. They bow and walk off on their knees.

I feel her eyes on me. "How was that, Ellie?" she asks.

"Amazing," I murmur, and look down at myself. I didn't realize I had gotten blood cum in my hair. I kind of like it.

"Well, don't tell Duncan that. I'm sure Ichabod will be glad to hear you've had a good time, but Duncan's idea of a good time is being worthless," Simon says.

Duncan and I are a lot alike.

"Anyway... why don't I grab you a towel?" he says.

"No, it's fine. I like it."

He nods. "Do you think you'll be able to do that in front of a crowd?" he asks.

I feel dizzy thinking of everyone staring at me while I'm railed. I've had fantasies about it but it's even better knowing it's about to be realized.

"Yeah," I reply. "Um... Where is Ichabod, though?"

"He's around. You'll see him soon," Simon promises.

I nod. How hard can it be to find a fucking pumpking-headed Adonis in a place like this?

"Alright, Ellie, let's get to the details of your scene, shall we?" Simon says. "Now, about the free use--"

"I-I know it's gross, but I think it's the point," I tell him. "Like... yeah, you're a cum dump, but people obviously want to... to dump it in you."

I don't think Simon thinks anything of it but I know Maris clocks me immediately because she presses a kiss to my temple.

"I've got about sixteen sign-ups here. Well, originally twenty-eight, but I whittled it down to more experienced kinksters. I remember you mentioning you like women, so we've got a decent mix in there," he says.

I frown. "Like... cis women?"

"Only one of those. She's a strap-user along with another gentleman who wanted to give you a whirl. The other three women are transgender and they’re very lovely people."

I smile. I like that I don't have to feel weird about liking girls here. I've seen lesbians online be awful to trans women like they and liking them is a moral failing.

However, I turn to Maris, rubbing my knees together. My voice is locking up. I'm not sure how to go about asking my friend if he wants to fuck me. This is kind of her territory.

"What is it, dear?" she asks.

I lean in and whisper, "How do I ask if he wants a turn?"

She chuckles and rubs my back. "Just like that."

I nod and turn to him with warm cheeks. "Um... are you on the list?"

"I didn't get around to asking you. I wasn't sure if you were okay with it."

I gnaw on myself. "D-do you want one?"

He smiles. "I would be honored, Ellie."

I nod. "And what about Ichabod?"

"He isn't on the list, no," Simon says, and he picks up on my displeasure quickly. "He told me he doesn't want you to feel like this is for him. He wants you to enjoy yourself.

"Now, you'll be occupied for most of the scene, so we'll be giving you a prop you'll drop if you want to stop the scene. If you are able to speak, the house uses the stoplight system. More importantly, I want to cover any boundaries you might have. Free use is a lot more complicated than just having a train run on you.”

My mind blanks and I look to Maris nervously.

"Are you okay with anal, dear? A lot of people here enjoy it," she says.

"Oh... n-no, please." How could I forget that? "Um... I like being choked and hit, a-and I'd like it to be encouraged. If they wanna do it with a closed fist, I'd rather they not hit my face. I'd prefer no one come inside of me, though. I mean, I like swallowing, but... I kind of want to just... I don't know." I hug myself. "Be glazed, I guess."

Simon nods and notes that. "Alright, and what aren't you alright with? Is it just the anal sex?"

I wrack my brain. "I don't want to hear anyone refer to themselves as Daddy. I-I know it's hypocritical because I call girls Mommy, but... I don't like it." I pause. "I don't want mundanes having vaginal sex with me, either." I have an IUD, but I just don't want to risk it.

I watch him write for a moment and I feel like I've done something wrong. My heart is pounding. After a moment, he says, "I think that's all I need here. I'll be sure to inform participants of these no-gos." He clicks his pen and stands. I look between them again with my pigtails whipping.

Maris asks, "Are you alright, dear?"

"Um... have you seen Ichabod yet, Simon?"

I see him and Maris glance at each other and I know I'm in trouble. I feel like throwing up. "Not since I've sat down," he says.

"Did he say anything to you when you did see him?"

He smiles. "He told me he's very excited for tonight."

I bite my lip and nod. 

Maris clears her throat. "Doctor Strauss, when do we go on?"

"Twenty minutes from now," he says after glancing at a wall clock.

"And who is overseeing her safety and ensuring her boundaries are adhered to?" she asks. I'm really glad to have Maris here with me. I don't think I'd be any good without her.

"Myself, ideally, unless Ellie wants to swap someone else out."

Maris is looking at me. I shake my head. "N-no, I"m fine. Thanks, Simon."

He stands. "Of course, Ellie. Don't be afraid to reach out for help, but I'll see you two in a few minutes."

He walks off and Maris pets my arms. "Are you doing alright, dear?"

"Better now that Simon is involved, I think... a bit of stage fright." I pause. "Have you, um, have you done a scene?"

"Yes. I whipped a man until he bled and ejaculated. I quite enjoyed myself."

"Y-you mean Ichabod?"

"No," she chuckles. "It might be hard to believe, but we were... vanilla. Relatively. He was a different man back then."

I nod.

"Ellie," Maris says as she cups my cheek, "you realize you don't have to do this, right?"

"I want to do it." Maybe Ichabod will change his mind during the scene and join in, anyway.

She pets my hair. I feel childish here and I'm glad she humors it. "Alright, I'm glad, but you can stop at any time."

Maris stands and huddles close to me. I lay my head on her chest.

"I, um, I didn't make you not come, right?" I ask.

"Don't worry about that. I have lots of fun ahead of me."

"But that's not fair to you."

She chuckles and presses a kiss on my hair. “I’m here every other week, Ellie. I'm not missing out on anything."

I nod. "Okay, Mommy."

"You're such a good girl to be concerned about me. That's how you end up winning over everyone, you know? Pure sweetness." Her cheek is on my scalp and she rocks me. This feels so serene and it makes my eyes mist.

Friendship like this isn't something I've felt before. It's like fissures are opening and healing. I know sex to be good. I know this to be good. I didn't realize it could be poultice.

How many wounds have I accumulated? Can they even be fucked out of me? How many years must I feel like a child before I delight in power as Maris does? How long before I ask Ichabod to bend so I can whip him? Will he even be in love with me anymore by that time?

We're heading to the platform. I stop at the step up and turn to Maris.

"Can you stay with me?" I whisper. Maris rubs my back and helps me on stage.

I don't get on the table yet, though. Simon agreed to make me.

He's with us soon and I see a crowd start to gather around the platform. Simon hops onto stage with applause and a couple whistles.

"Well hello, all! This is a great turnout for tonight," he says. It's cool how suave he is now.

"Most of you already know myself and another volunteer tonight, Maris, but if this is your first time, let me introduce Vixxen and its mission. This place as been a longtime staple in Reidport's nightlife scene, but more importantly, a staple in ours.

"It's safe to say no one here is normal. Luckily for us, our proprietor saw an opportunity to make a space where we can safely be ourselves, and it's been just that for dozens of us in the city, and I'm grateful to share that with one of our newest members."

There's whistling and short applause. Maris whispers in my ear to wave so I do so.

"I'm proud to welcome my friend, Ellie. I'm sure most of you have heard of her in passing as a premier investigator of preternatural activity in the city and I can assure you even if what you were told is incorrect, it's likely possible. I've seen this young lady face down impossible odds with nothing less than compassion and determination. I wasn't there for the pitchforks, but I've been around for a lot more, and I can tell you with certainty that if we didn't have her, we'd be significantly less safe than we are now."

I blush and try to hide a smile. I didn't know him to be prone to hyperbole.

"So, obviously, the best way to thank her for everything she's done is by fucking her brains out," Simon says, and nearly everyone, myself included, burst into laughter. When it abates, he continues. "In all seriousness, I need to lay down some ground rules for the scene. I've informed other participants of some behind the scenes details, but I'm asking everyone to be respectful of the club's scene rules. No shaming, no flaming, don't interrupt the scene. There will be blood in this scene. I know my fellow vampires might need some help with that, so I have peppermint oil available, well.. everywhere really, in case the smell becomes too much. If you do end up frenzying, nobody needs to worry, we're well versed in crisis management and I can assure everyone's safety here.

"Our friend Ellie has expressed that she doesn't mind yelling and name-calling, but I am going to ask that if you do have something to belt out, don't use anything possibly inflammatory like racial or sexual slurs. Additionally, while I don't think this will be a problem, Ellie doesn't want to hear any Daddy Dom shit from anyone, so while Mommy Domme is good in her book, I want the gentlemen in here to keep that in mind while she's up here, alright?"

There's applause and I feel good about myself. I look over the crowd and everyone seems pretty excited.

I don't see Ichabod.

"Without further ado, we're gonna get started," Simon announces. Before I'm able to turn to see if Ichabod is behind me, I'm backhanded and flung into the table. I yelp and start to giggle. The strike went straight to my cunt.

It's no fun if you don't take it seriously.

I duck Simon's clothesline and punch him in the gut. He doesn't breathe so he's barely affected, and he takes me by my wrist and my hair and throws me over the table, bending my back over it while I thrash and claw at his hands.

"Might I remind everyone this is an Irishwoman and she's pulling her punches with me," Simon hollers. Something about it makes me feel like a savage. It winds me up and has me kicking at his knees. It's like he's made of stone. He winds his open palm back and slaps me along the same side of my face. I feel it in my teeth. I taste blood where I bit myself.

He takes my hands in one of his, grinding my wrists together, as he hauls the rest of me onto the table. I buck and he takes a seat. It's enough to dig my tailbone into the weathered wood.

I like being hunted.

My nails are in his arm while he buckles in one of my arms. Though I'm thrashing, I can't get the leverage to get him off me or even knee him in a way that could even hurt a mundane.

He's always been so nice. I knew he knew how to handle himself. He was a Beatnik and later a punk. This, though, is enough I want him to fuck me here to make an example out of what happens to naughty girls. I can't stop from beaming.

Simon whoops once I'm harnessed. He laughs. "Alright, I know that was intense. Rest assured, we're both fine. It wouldn't have been the case if I hadn't bothered going full force against her."

"I was hoping a vampire could put up more of a fight. I'm barely bleeding as it is!" I snap. He and a few others laugh when I snap my jaws at him. Maris kneels beside me and chuckles.

He's shaking out a latex visor now. He lifts me by my hair and I take another look around. No Ichabod. The lights go out. I feel his hand in mine, pressing a plastic rose into my hand. I grip it hard, digging a thorn into my palm, because I don't want to drop it even if I get scared.

"Are you alright, Ellie?" Maris whispers. I nod. "You're doing great. Take a deep breath."

My chest fills with air as I feel a woman pet my face. Her hands are soft and she smells like candy.

"Wow, you're even cuter up close!" the woman gasps affectionately. A part of me falls in love, even as she's teasing me with her dick. I reach for her with my tongue but she tuts. "Now, now, Ellie, we're going to take this slow," she says.

She might be, but I feel a man's hands on my hips. He doesn't give me the same courtesy as the woman is, throwing his leg over mine and pushing into my cunt. I utter a long moan and bite my lip. He's not enormous but I think his cock has a severe curve because I can feel a point of pressure on the roof of my canal I don't typically feel with Ichabod's.

I hear her giggle. "That's so cute. Now, why don't you ask nicely to suck me off?"

"Please, Mommy, lemme--"

She shoves herself deep enough that her testicles knock against my forehead. She isn't huge but she's at the back of my throat and thrusts there gently. It has my legs shaking. I can barely hear them over the raucous of my blood in my ears, the collision of flesh, the creaking of wood.

This stuff has only happened to me in my dreams. Ichabod's always been there to call me a whore.

"You're a happy little whore, aren't you?" the woman teases me. I nod and she smacks my cheek. It makes my ear ring for a moment, but sends tremors through me that makes the man in my legs shudder and escape. It feels like glue is landing on my belly and I like it.

"See, you've already got another fan coming!" Her hand comes on my throat as she continues riding my face like I deserve. I am a happy little whore. I love when people ruin me, they have to see something to ruin to begin with. Ichabod can go ages ruining me. I'll come three times on the wand before he's even finished once because there's just that much to ruin.

Her legs are shaking. I try closing my mouth around her but she pops out from my teeth with glee and empties onto my lips. I think I like the taste of girl cum and I use my tongue to play with the load until I feel a man grabbing my head and jaw.

His head is on my lips and has to be the girth of a dollar coin. Ichabod is pretty large. It's why if I'm blowing him, I have to do so laying on my back, but I don't think there's going to be room for me to breathe with this one.

"Live up to rumor, little meat," he says. I stretch my jaw until it pops and it's still not enough. He's closed up my throat and thrusts hard like I'm a doll. The mindset and dick in my cunt is scratching my most beloved places and I know I'm going to come at least once like this, make no mistake.

The next one up is one of the strap users. I feel silicon on my entryway. I think they're a woman, because they start slow and thumb my clit and men just don't do that. The feeling becomes dull and phantasmal when the man fucking my face pulls out for a moment, enough for me to take a breath, and goes right back at it, hammering my cheek with his leathery palm repeatedly.

My cunt and legs spasm. The feeling starts from my groin and rolls up. Even my chest caves.

I feel the first burst of blood cum down my throat. He's swearing and pulls out, stroking himself, firing onto my chin and then the bridge of my nose. I cough blood, throat burning, and hang onto the rose, shuddering as the strap user rides out my rough, full-body orgasm before popping out.

Brutalization and ecstasy are easy to incorporate here. It's not quite there, yet. I drop the rose. I think Maris stops them. She asks, "What's wrong, dear?"

Cum is dripping into my hairline. I like this. "Is Ichabod here?" I ask.

"Of course, dear. You'll see him in just a moment."

I nod. "Okay. I like that they're hitting me, but I want to be choked, too."

"I'll be sure they do so." With that, she replaces the rose in my hand.

I know the next two are men because they're swift and mean, and have to be reminded to choke me. They feel good but now I feel like there's going to be some time between my own fun if this is what the rest are like.

But it's not all bad. I hear the man pull out and stroke himself. "You could be a porn star, you know?" he says. I grin. His cum lands in my teeth and nostril.

I hear so many people whooping in the crowd, calling me names like whore and stupid and how much better I look with load after load being dumped on me. I feel like old leftovers. I'm supposed to be the main event, but the longer I go without hearing from Ichabod, the less I feel like the main course, and I wonder if he's left me here. I wonder if he's grossed out by me.

It can't be that. We're always doing gross things and he still loves me.

I drop the flower. Simon tells everyone to pull out while I cough up saliva and precum.

"What's wrong, dear?" Maris asks.

I take a moment to catch my breath. "I-Ichabod is here, isn't he?"

There's a moment before Maris presses a kiss to me. I taste her lipstick through a marble of blood and cum and I cry in my mask.

"Of course he is, honey. He'll be here in just a moment."

"Why isn't he up here?" I utter. My eyes are watering.

If that were the case, he'd already be up here having his way with me, but he hasn't.  Something isn't right. I don't think this is real. No way this is Alice's doing, but I know Oberon and Titania would be twisted enough to catch me vulnerable in an elaborate sex fantasy. Titania might be smart but it's Oberon that's creative. It's Oberon that's cruel enough to light a vampire on fire and it’s Oberon that’s cruel enough to whip this up.

Which means it's over if they have all four of us. We're probably moments from primordial evil cracking the earth like an egg. I might as well just power through this.

Maris pets my cheek, leaving a trail in the fluid I've been glazed in. She whispers, "He has a surprise for you, okay? Just hold on a minute."

I nod. The rose is returned to my hand. I try to enjoy myself but I don't feel anything anymore. I lose count of how many people have used me. It's like I'm impotent. I don't even try playing with cum and my legs don't even shake.

A man pops out of me. I can barely hear Maris over the sound of my heaving breath and coughing. I've gotten enough blood and cum up my nose to taste it in my sinuses. It kind of burns, and what's worse is I can't even enjoy it. I don't know I'd be able to even with Ichabod up here with me.

"Are you okay, dear?" she asks

I lick my lips. They taste metallic. Nonetheless, I nod. I don't want to make her worry about me.

I think Simon is next to me. He says, "Hi, Ellie. You did great."

I wonder if they had to sell me out. I wonder if they struck a bargain with Oberon: destroy Ellie and live. I wouldn't blame them. I don't like me, either.

"Yes, isn't she a wonderful, brave girl?" Maris says. "Mommy sees how hard you work and I'm so proud of you."

I hum. They don't have to be nice to me, but I should take what I can get.

"Ellie," Simon says, "I have a friend here I think you'll want to play with before we wrap up? He's a big fan of you and loved seeing you up here."

I nod. Of course I nod. Anything for them.

I feel leather on my cheek, cutting through blood and cum dripping into my hair. "Hello, beautiful."

Demons are capable of great magic, aren't they?

"Hi," I tell Oberon. I don't know how he mimics Ichabod's voice, but there's no use fighting it.

"Did you have fun?" Oberon asks. I hear my bindings come undone, and he sits me up, laying me on his chest. The glamour is so thorough that I could recognize this body as Ichabod's from the contours and scars in his chest alone.

He hugs me, smearing cum between our chests and bellies. "I did," I rasp.

"I'm glad." My leg bindings are undone and he drags me off the table. He has to help me stand. I hear applause over my roaring ears.

Maybe this is just their version of kindness. There's worse things than dying in a lover's arms, even if this isn't my Ichabod.

"Well that's unfortunate." Oberon slips his fingers through my hair, "because I don't think you've satisfied the rest of our friends."

He clenches and flings me forward. I yelp, grasping my hair as close to my scalp as I can to keep it from tearing off me. "I mean, look at this whore! Only seventeen people and how many of you all actually got a good look at her? How many of you actually heard her?"

"Oh god," I whimper. So much for impotence. I thought I was done for the night, but apparently I have a lot more in me.

I decide that, even if this is just a trick, it's nice of Oberon to at least take a look at us to see what I like. It's a gentle death. An easy death.

There's whopping and encouragement. If I wasn't being thrown around, it'd have my legs shaking.

"That's right, you've got a lot more to do for us, Ellie," Oberon throws me over the back of the table and upright again. Cum has been flung pretty much everywhere on the platform, and these sneakers are old enough that they have little traction left. I'm slipping around until he gets my leg up onto the wood. The thorns are digging into my palm as I'm tossed around like a doll.

"Go on, let them know what a whore you are!" he bellows. He pushes me over the table, face down, and canes my cunt. Hard. A delighted screech rips from me before I even feel it coming. "A little bit of choking and smacking around isn't nearly enough to get you off, isn't it? We've gotta make it a chore. Throw you around, hate you, beat the crap out of you before you're even wet. You're invited into a house of generous men and that's what you serve them?"

"I'm sorry!" I yelp. He's got my arms bent around my back and canes me again. My cunt and my rear sting, and I feel strings of cum pull away and fall from the cane over my thighs.

"Are you sorry?" Another strike and I scream out with delight. "Seventeen people, Ellie, and you're still going. Is anything good enough for you?"

"No, Sir!" Momentarily, I forget this is Oberon. This is kindness he's giving me. "I'm sorry, Sir!"

"That's not good enough." He takes my hair again whipping me up. "You think these people came here for an apology? They came here to be entertained!"

"I-I'm sorry, I'll do better!" I gasp.

"How're you going to do that, Ellie?"

I can picture everyone crowding around me for a turn, pushing and pulling for a chance, tearing off what little I have and using it until there's nothing left. Even as I'm a mess, the runts still find something in me to fuck.

"I'll take-- I'll everyone!" I gasp. "Whoever wants me!"

I'm thrown into the table again. I'm scrambling to stand, but between my legs and the cum, I can't get traction outside of hanging off it for dear life. Good thing it's bolted down.

The cane clatters to the floor. "You would, wouldn't you? That's the only thing that makes you happy, isn't it? Being used up and discarded like trash."

"Yes, Sir!"

He takes me by my ankle and throws it over his arm. The way he's got me, bending my leg up until I have to crunch my hip to my rib, makes me stand on his shoe, lest I dangle freely. Even then, it's not ideal. I'm still slipping off it so he has to bind my arms behind his head to keep me from falling.

His dick is massive. It's just like Ichabod's. I feel it against my cunt. When he gets it in, I scream, taking it in until I feel his base between my cheeks, and I holler my thanks.

There's very few men who can satisfy women this way. Nothing's right about the position, but the way Ichabod is, the way Oberon correctly glamours him, is that he's thick enough to get a girl off from any angle.

I know this isn't the man I love but it is the best sex I've had tonight. I'm not leftovers, I'm the main course, and I hate that it isn't with the man I've grown to love. I feel pathetic and ecstatic. I feel wanted. I feel magma in my cunt.

"Tell them how much of a whore you are, Ellie," he commands. It's guttural and hoarse.

"I-I showed my boyfriend my tits before I told him I loved him! I fingered-- oh god!-- I fingered myself right after we met because I couldn't stop thinking about how--" I'm screaming my near orgasm. It feels like I'm softening. Everything spasms. I utter deep moans. Everything is white hot inside of me.

Cum spurts onto my belly. I can feel it splattering between my cramping. Moments later, he gently slips his arm out from under my leg. I'm shaking. My legs are burning. He catches me and sets me onto the table.

I remember this isn't Ichabod. I remember the speech Simon gives isn't real, and whatever sweet nothings Maris is uttering in my ear are likely the last thing I'll hear.

At least the glamour compliments me. My head is on Oberon's chest and I'm smiling at the noise. Time is foggy. I don't know why Oberon is being so tender but gift horse, mouth… I know the drill.

Simon says, "Alright, our friend Ellie asked for a photo of the aftermath, so if I could have anyone who doesn't want to show up in this photo-- yup, just step to the side aaand smile, Ellie!"

I manage to smile. I don't think it's a very big one. It drops once I hear the shutter anyway.

"Are you ready to take a shower?" Oberon asks. I nod. "Can you walk?" 

I slip onto my feet and immediately buckle. He grunts, scoops me off, and drapes me like curtains over him. I don't remove the eye mask. I don't want to see whatever horrors await me in this so-called shower.

Now's as good of a time as ever to ask what happened to Ichabod, at least.

"What did you do with my boyfriend?" I murmur.

"I'm sorry, Ellie, I don't take your meaning."

"Oberon, please don't do this... I've been cooperative. I just want to know what you did with Ichabod."

He swears and hollers for Maris and Simon. I scrunch my face to keep from crying. I got them in trouble. Why am I like this? Why is everyone I love punished by my mere presence? I should've cut my tongue out when I first met this horrible man so he could never use anything I say against my loved ones again.

I'm sat in a chair in a small, tiled room. I know it's tiled because I can hear my breath echo.

"I have no idea what happened. She's asking what happened to me," I hear Oberon say.

"Ellie?" Maris is to my right. "Can you hear me?"

I nod. "I'm sorry I got you and Simon into this." My voice breaks and I feel my lip wobble. "I-I didn't mean to. I promise."

She's petting my hair. "Honey, where do you think we are?"

I shake my head. "I don't know." I suck in air and blubber. "I don't know. Probably someplace fucking twisted. Someplace we're all gonna die in." My tears are freed of the mask. "Do you know what they did with Ichabod?"

"You mean Oberon?" she asks.

"Ellie, he's not here--" Oberon is cut off and goes quiet.

"You're not with them, honey. You're with us at Vixxen, remember?" she says.

"Ellie, was it something I did?"

"Ichabod, I understand you're very concerned right now, but give me a minute to work, okay? She's just scared."

I squeeze my eyes and fall on Maris's chest. "Please don't hurt my friend. I'll be good, I promise," I sob.

"It's just us at Vixxen. No one is going to hurt you."

I hear the door open and I nearly jump out of my skin. Screaming and crying, I lunge into Maris's arms. She pets my back.

"It's okay. It's just Simon, honey."

I shake my head. "Nooo... not him. I'm sorry. Please, I'll do whatever you want, just let them go," I beg.

"What's happening here?" Simon asks.

"I think she was frightened and thinks we're elsewhere. She seems to think Oberon is here and is going to hurt us," Maris tells him.

"Ohhh... Ellie, no. I'm sorry. Here, let me get your mask off."

"No!" My hands fly onto my head and I try to run. Maris grabs me and pulls me over her lap. "No, this isn't real. I don't want to see what's happening. I-I had a great night, a-and I'm grateful you and Titania gave that to me, so please, I'm begging you, just leave it at that and kill me already, okay?"

"Ellie, can you hear me, honey?" Maris says. I feel her brushing my hair. She lays my head on my shoulder. "Do you remember what I told you about illusory magic? More specifically, how I dispel it?" I nod. "Okay. I'm going to need your help with it, then. Are you ready?"

"I don't know how that's going to help."

"You're my friend. Can you humor me for a moment?"

Of course I can.

We whisper the incantation. I feel magic in the air.

"Alright. All illusory effects are gone now. I can see we're in Vixxen. Oberon isn't here. It's just us and our friends."

I pant. "H-he's not making you say that, right?"

"Of course not."

I nod. My hands are shaking when I reach back to pull off my mask. I think it's Simon that frees the knot.

I squint against the light. I've been suspended in darkness and now it feels like I'm on the ground. My blood roars while my eyes adjust, so I lift my hand to visor them.

I'm in a cosexed restroom with Maris, Ichabod, and Simon. I feel safe. I feel stupid.

I look at my feet. My shoes have a nonzero amount of cum on the soles and the toes. I don't know what to say. It's like my voice is locked up.

"Ellie, are you back at Vixxen?" Maris asks, and I nod. "Alright. I have Ichabod here, and he's safe." I nod. "Do you want to talk to him?"

I shake my head. He's going to hate me after this. I thought he was the enemy and I came, hard, while I was utterly convinced of that. I wouldn't want to be my girlfriend after that either.

"What's on your mind?"

I gnaw on my lip before whispering, "He's going to be mad that I came when I thought he was Oberon."

"Well, you don't know that. Why don't we ask him?" Maris turns to Ichabod. My heart lurches into my throat but I'm still locked up. "Ichabod, are you upset with Ellie that she thought you were Oberon?"

I see him shuffle in place. He's got his arms crossed and rubs his face. "No! No. This is my fault. I should've-- I should've done--" He closes and shakes his fist. "I'm sorry. That's not how I wanted this to go."

"I'm sorry I ruined your night," I croak. "I-I didn't see you or hear you so I thought you left or were taken."

"No, Ellie," he says, sweeping my hands into his as he kneels. "I would never leave you." I know we're covered in blood and cum, but this feels so romantic. "This was your night. I know you've wanted a crowd, and I know you want to be roughed up, and I wanted to surprise you with that. I shouldn't have done that."

"Then where were you? Why didn't you let me know, like, anything?" I sniff.

"In fairness," Simon says, "I'm also at fault. I knew about this plan and thought it was a good idea when it's clearly against literally every safety guideline ever."

I shake my head. I shouldn't be mad that Ichabod wanted to surprise me, anyway. "It was thoughtful. I shouldn't have freaked out." I run my thumb over Ichabod's. "I mean, it was fun. I liked the roughness. I liked the mess. Ichabod's follow up was," I smile and blush, "um... it was pretty spectacular." Maris chuckles and tucks my hair behind my ear. "I thought I'd feel weird about having sex around, like, friends, but this was liberating. It was fun."

"Yeah. I mean, I was around for the free love and the orgies, but this place is different. It's a place where we can get away from all that... that Protestant, puritanical nonsense, and really be us. I'm just disappointed we couldn't give you the first you deserve," Simon says.

"I'm okay." I lean my head on Ichabod's. I kind of like that we're still covered in cum. "I wish I could've taken a picture of, like, the initial ruination. I bet I look amazing."

"I can confirm you were beautiful before and after I came on stage," Ichabod says as he pets my thighs.

"What we should all be truly surprised by is how nude Ichabod is. I don't think I've seen him like this ever," Maris says. She's right, of course. He's still wearing his garters, socks, and shoes, but he isn't wearing pants or an undershirt. Just an open button up and his tie over his shoulders.

"Oh yeah," Simon says, "you've even rolled up your sleeves. I thought you didn't want people to know about the phalloplasty."

"It's an afterthought," he confesses. I'm glad he's comfortable being open about his gender here. I know it makes him nervous.

"Well, you guys should sho--"

I interrupt Simon with a gasp. "Oh my god, I don't think you got a turn!"

"No, he did," Maris says. "You must've been really out of it. I'm sorry I didn't catch it."

"It's fine," I say, smiling and hugging her. She rubs my back. I'm really lucky to have friends who look out for me like this.

We shower. Maris and I both have blood and cum in our hair that needed the both of us and Ichabod to comb out. Ichabod had the forethought to bring a change of clothes for the two of us, so we're good as new. I am, without a doubt, lucid now, and still a little embarrassed.

"Well, that was effervescent." Maris stretches outside and lights a cigarette. I take a puff off her lighter.

"Thanks for everything you did for me today, Maris," I say.

"You're my friend. You did a lot for me today, too," she says. "I like nurturing people. I mean... I like nurturing women, I like babying men, but that's more about control. I feel softer with women. It's not something I can always express in the coven."

"It sounds complicated."

"Be grateful to be born a psychic, Ellie. Life gets complicated when every channel is open to you." She kisses my hair. "But you were really wonderful up there. I saw Ichabod in one of the front seats when you were blindfolded. He couldn't sit still."

I smile. "He likes when I make problems for him."

"He does. I think... I think he feels like he's missing out on a lot, and it makes him upset. I think this, what you give him, is a measure of control. I think it's the closest he'll come to embracing what he is for the time being."

I take a long drag. I've noticed the same. We're the perfect kind of fucked up for each other.

Ichabod, the proprietor, and Simon emerge fully dressed. They boys wave the proprietor off and join us.

"Sorry for the wait. It took awhile to clean up," Simon says. I swell with pride, like the mess is my fault because I'm just that desirable. "Who's riding with who?"

"I'm going to moonbathe... unless Ellie needs a ride home," Maris says.

"Simon, would you mind terribly if you took Ellie home? I'm sure Maris would like to enjoy the moon as soon as possible." Ichabod asks. I wrap my arms around his bicep.

"Not at all."

Maris and I hug goodbye. I crawl into the backseat of Simon's car. I think for a moment that Ichabod isn't going to sit with me until I realize he's just adjusting the seat up as far as he can. He buckles in the middle seat and throws his arm around me.

"So, Ellie, how was your first time?" Simon asks.

"I liked it. I want to come back," I tell him. "I'm pretty embarrassed I just... checked out so hard though."

"It's not uncommon. Subspace and sub drop are gnarly forces," he says. "Back in my day, before you could Dom, you had to learn how to sub. I've had my shit wrecked and been perfectly gleeful, and minutes later, I'd be in the arms of whoever was domming and feel completely hollow inside. It's why aftercare is so important. And not just for subs, you know. I think I need more aftercare after doing something like blood play to someone instead of when I receive it."

I frown and look to Ichabod. "O-oh." I lick my lips. "Y... you don't feel bad, right?"

Ichabod says, "I worry sometimes, but I can't bring myself to feel guilty over it. You're smiling whenever we're doing... this."

"Truth be told, your sub drop wasn't even that bad. I've seen people cut themselves or frenzy after scenes. Terrible things," Simon follows up. "You're a special girl, Ellie. Everyone who played with you today had a great time. You were a great case study of what rougher play can look like."

I feel like I'm glowing.

Simon parks in front of my complex. I hug him through the window. 

"Thanks for having me, Simon. I hope we can come again soon," I tell him.

"Let's try something without the blindfold, okay? And I'll be sure Ichabod sticks around. Good night, you two."

I don't realize how exhausted I am until I pass the threshold of my house. I groan, throw off my shoes, and shamble to my bed.

"You're welcome to some hangers if you need to put up your suit," I tell Ichabod. I switch the bedside lamp on and the ceiling light off. My covers are deliciously soft.

I like seeing Ichabod undress. I think this is how Victorians felt. It's not about nudity. I mean, part of it is, but it's the act of undressing. It's about seeing his body twist so I can enjoy his every angle and sinew. I like his chest and upper back. I like his arms. I know the surgical scars turn some people off, but it's hard for Ichabod to be comfortable in his body, especially as it starts to turn. I think this helps.

He slips under the covers with me. "I think I have a t-shirt that'll fit you if you want me to grab it," I say.

"Thank you, but I'm fine, Ellie." He lays on his back and pulls me onto his side. His fist wraps around my shoulder. This man can be throwing me around like his mortal enemy one moment and gently caress me the next, and I love that about him. I kiss his neck chaste.

"Mmm... I love you, Ellie," he says. He squeezes me and rubs my upper arm. "You really were beautiful up there. You're always beautiful, but it really goes to my head when I see you're having fun." I hear his palm scrape across his head. "I... I know you miss out on a lot because of the way I am."

"What? Like cunnilingus?" I ask.

"Cunnilingus, date nights, not being constantly vigilant of the looming shadow of death."

I tell him, "I mean, I guess. I feel so... at place when we work. I know I can be honest and should be more honest with you, especially when it comes to our proclivities... and who cares if you don't have a mouth? Do you know how hard it is to get a girl to come on your dick? Do you know how many men would get all possessive if their girl blew through like twenty people in a night in front of a crowd?" I push myself onto my arms and tuck my legs. I place my hand on his heart. "I know it's hard, but… I love all of you, Ichabod."

I feel his gaze on me. His hands are soft, petting my cheek with his knuckle.

"I want to go there again," I tell him. "The first time's never easy. I want you to come with me this time."

"Ellie, I don't think we'd be able to synchronize our orgasms there, either."

"I meant to Vixxen," I giggle.

"I can certainly abide that. Though... I think we should re-litigate blindfolds. I was very worried about you," he says. "Oh, that reminds me." He sits up and grabs his phone off the table. "It's a little blurry, but I think you'll enjoy it."

I completely forgot about the photo. Truth be told, I'm excited to see the aftermath.

He turns his phone to me. Myself, he, and Maris are covered in patches of smeared or sagging rose-colored blood cum. My hair's caked to my head and I see streaks of it flung over the floor from when Ichabod threw me about. I see our cum on his cock, still leaking in strings. It's disgusting. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful. I'm desirable.

"Wow," I smile. My face is warm. "D-did people really like that?"

"I saw a few people who were occupied," he says. I grin.

"M-maybe you can collar me next time? I could be a little kitty."

He shudders. "Careful, Ellie. I only came once."

I bite my lip. I can see him twitching through his briefs.

"I could be a kitty now. I know you're a cat person." I flip the table lamp back on. "I guess kitties don't wear clothes, though, do they?"

Ichabod shifts his hips. "I haven't the slightest idea how you could possibly want to go again today." He says it with fascination and need. He says it while blowing air, like he's trying to keep himself from pouncing me.

I shimmy out of my shirt. I feel his gaze on my tits, and his hand lurches forward, dragging his palm down my breast. I grin.

"Mrow," I tease, crawling forward. He shakes when I take a long, languid lap at his Adam's apple, going as far as tilting his head back.

"Ah," he utters breathily. "I thought cats had rough tongues."

I’m a cat, so I can’t reply in human language. I don’t have opposable digits either. I have claws that scratch his briefs while I meow.

I'm a cat, so I twist on all fours, presenting my rear while I lap his chest and belly. I use my nose to nudge his boxers. I feel his tension. He's holding back. He always does this. He wants me to break him the way he throws me around. 

I feel his hand creep up and down my bare back. Tense. Rock solid, just like his dick. I scent mark his crotch on my cheeks, purring as he twitches, and then I mount his chest while I drag my flat tongue down his shaft, tasting the cotton between us.

I'm a simple kitty and he's a big cat. A lion.

“You’re so fucking needy,” he rumbles, splaying his hands over my ass, down my thighs, and back up again, and I know he's close to his breaking point. It's the only time he gets vulgar. My pussy twitches with the endearment. I know people say it to be mean, and I like it when they're mean. I like when I drive people crazy. "A cocktease, shaking your pussy up here like you own the place.

"You know how hard it was to keep from storming that stage and fucking you there?" he growls. I find his glans and give them a kiss, before taking his underwear in my teeth and dragging it down. He pops out, smacking me in the face. I'm a cat, so I'm startled, and hop in place. He takes my paws and pins them to my sides, keeping me from hopping all over the room. Sending me face-first into his dick to lap like sweet cream.

Ichabod doesn't produce waste. The only thing that seems to come out of him is his blood cum, which makes sense for an animated corpse. I've grown to appreciate the taste and gently tongue the opening. It twitches to kiss me back.

"I wanted to throw everyone off you and demonstrate that you're mine." I feel his chains wrap around my wrists. "I wanted to show them I'm the only thing you'll be coming home to, night after night, and you're only giving them the time of day because I say you can." This elicits a moan from me. I'm slick just from his dirty talk.

I'm a cat, so I want his sweet cream. I pull my knees up to my shoulders so I'm better supported while I start to blow him. I like how velvety he is. I like how he twitches even though I can only take in a couple inches in this position. I hear his chest rattle and his fist bounce off the headboard. Almost there. I'll get as much sweet cream as I can, I just need to break him.

My lips drag down his shaft, cradling his length in my neck, and kiss his sac. His hips lurch. I suction one of his testicles past my teeth and it's now he bucks me off.

"You’re going to get what you want now, Ellie,," he rumbles, pulling me upright by my wrists and throwing me onto my belly. "I'm going to fuck you like a breeding sow."

I'm a cat, so I chirp and writhe. He's always been stronger than me, though, so he's thrashing me around by my throat. I rub my ass on his cock and I hear his heavy breath on me until he's able pull my shorts down and get himself inside.

There's nothing quite like being strangled while fucked merciless. He'd be spitting between his teeth if he had them, and I'd be moaning loud enough to warrant a noise complaint if my airway wasn't constricted. I'm warm all over but my cunt's an oven. My cunt's hot coals and he's stoking them to start a bonfire.

"It's only fun when you piss me off, isn't it, Ellie? When you push and push until I'm pushed over the edge. Is that what you want?" he scolds. His ire sounds like lust and I know I have the dopiest grin. "You want to piss me off until I fuck you stupid?"

I'm supposed to be a cat but it seems he's fucked human speech into me, "Yes, Sir," I rasp. My buttocks sting deliciously from his fervor.

"Y'know what I should've done instead of trying to treat you someplace night? I should've taken you someplace seedy and paraded-- paraded you on a leash, so you'd appreciate what I gave you. You think a single one of those fuckers can ever make you come like I do?"

"Ichabod, please," I beg, "punish me for being a bad girlfriend. I want to be your punching bag."

"Yeah, you want me to hit you until you're dripping cum down your thighs, aren’t you, whore?"

I'm a flash flood when he's like this, completely overtaken and moaning softly while he continues to pound me like a machine. This man has to be a god, or at least god's gift to women.

I whine as he pulls out and turns me over onto my back. My legs are thrown over his shoulders, and then his hands are back on my throat while he fucks me. I think my orgasm is just ongoing like this because it all feels just amazing. Amazing enough my vision flutters in and out while my eyes roll into my skull.

Ichabod is panting like this is a marathon. He's stopped taunting me, so I lick my lips and smile, knowing he's maybe moments from climax, closer now that he's braced himself with one of his hands next to my head.

His pace breaks. He's balls deep, then nearly out, then halfway inside. I see his arm shake. "I love you, Ichabod," I coo, and he grunts, rolling his hips into me while he pumps me with his cum.

Then his arm gives. His head is next to mine, hand retracting to trace my side with his fingertips. His magic gives. Once I shimmy my arms out from under me, and once I take my calves off him, I wrap him in a full body hug.

It takes Ichabod a minute to catch his breath. He sits up and pulls his partial out from me. I feel my canal twitch and flex with its new emptiness.

"I apologize. I got caught up in the moment," he murmurs.

"I'm okay. I should have wet wipes in the bathroom for the exterior. I-I'll need help with the interior," I say.

"Of course, Ellie," he coos. "Do you need help standing?"

I don't, but I cross my legs so I don't get blood cum on the linens, and he picks me up again. He kicks open the toilet and sets me down.

It's easy to push out the majority of it. While I let it drip into the john, Ichabod kneels and hugs me. I rub his back.

"That was nice," I sigh wistfully. I feel his fingertips in the dimple of my spine.

"I don't love you just for the sex," he whispers. "It's amazing. You're amazing. There's... there's so many reasons I have to love you. I didn't realize what living was like before you came into my life, Ellie."