#michael mumbles

You continue with this routine, staying close, being tucked under their arm.

“The new lamb is just a little shy,” they said to the members that ask about why this one is so close to them. You’ve been clingy to the prophet since day one. They’ve been so patient with your attachment to them. They even let you into their office and allow you to sit close, even if it is under their desk with your head on their knee.

One day, something seemed to change. The prophet had a funny grin about ‘em today. It was different than the usual soft smile where their lips stayed together. This one almost resembles something like a wolf’s snarl. You got to their office and it was like you blinked and it all started to happen at the single click of the lock.

A purr was the single sound you heard from the prophet’s throat as their arms snaked around your body like vines. You felt their hands squeezing you, nails dug into your skin. It was like their lips were filled with venom when they started to kiss your neck. The soft sucking on your neck was so pleasant. You imagined it somewhere lower on you, much lower. Despite that, you attempted to protest. You were met by shushing and lips on yours now. You felt your back against the wall as they kissed you until breathing felt impossible.

“Easy there. You’re already trembling, honey,” they murmured against your mouth as you gasped for air and attempted to process this sudden affection. A few more kisses dot your face as you catch your breath. The prophet was squeezing at your hips now. Hands moved to undo your clothes. The prophet doesn’t wait for your approval. They own you now. They unwrap you like a ribbon-bound present and grin as they look at what lies underneath your underwear.

“Wow, you look so delicious, sweet lamb,” they make you spread your legs a little more, “I’m sure if you wouldn’t mind if I took a closer look.”

They were already on their knees before you can so much as stammer a noise. You watched their hands play with you. Their breath was ghost over where your arousal was evident. They smirked at the way you were enjoying this before you feel the warmth of their tongue start licking you. You can see the eyes of the prophet glaze over as they taste you. They grab one of your trembling hands and place it on the back of their head. They looked up at you, expecting you to give in. You do. Their mouth feels so good. You gave them praises as you pull on thick hair and move your hips. You can feel their nails digging little bruises into your hips and thighs, a private marking as you felt the pleasure they had to offer you, only you. You’re special, so special.

You felt yourself unravel on their face. Your pleasure was met with a smile as they lapped your fluids up. You were huffing and shaking as they cleaned you like you were something sweet.