Deep breath in… deep breath out…

You could handle this. Totally.

Your awful vampire costume is in shreds on the floor, the blood red ropes your captor had now adorned your body. He was methodical, wrapping and tying it in a harness on your chest. Then he tied your arms together and looped them above to the ceiling on what had to be a pipe.

Nothing out of the ordinary, just being kidnapped from your friends Halloween party by a giant masked monster.

You went out on her balcony for some fresh air and were snagged before you could even think to scream. Totally okay.

You had no idea where you were, but you were certain it was some kind of abandoned building. It was dark and damp and the only light was a warm candle in the corner in the room in front of you.

With a hard tug, the ropes pulled taut and your body moved off the floor. Due to some unseen part on his end, you were cradled perfectly in the air, your heels slipped from your feet and hit the concrete floor.

The monster moved to your side, gently running his fingers along the rope, methodically checking it against your skin. He was huge, giant scaled shoulders with biceps that were bigger than your head. He wore only a pair of gray sweatpants low on his hips and a cheap Halloween mask. You’re not sure which murder movie this one is from, but it’s turning you the fuck on.

He grabs your leg, raising it up and exposing your lace covered pussy to him. He hummed softly but still said nothing. The candlelight danced off him, he was truly something to be hold. And he was all yours-

You shook your head, breathing deeply to stay in the moment. You didn’t spend all month working toward this to fuck it up mid scene. You wanted to see this play out.

He stopped, hands on your other thigh, preparing to tie it up the same way. You couldn’t see his expression, but he gently massaged your thigh for a moment.

You gave a slight nod and he returned to his task. Once you were completely stuck in the air, his hands started to wander. They pinched your sides, rubbed at the sides of your breasts, palmed your ass, anywhere he could touch, he did.

“What…” Your voice was hoarse from screaming. “What are you going to do to me?”

He scoffed. “Whatever the fuck I want,”

Heat flushed through you, his voice was muffled and gruff and sent tingles to your thighs. Instinctively you tried to push your thighs together, but that only resulted in your wiggling in the cold air of the room.

He tilted his head at you. “Ya like the thought of that?” He laughed at you and it sent more tingles through your body. “Of me taking whatever the hell I want from you?” He hooked a finger in the red harness on your chest and tugged you forward. The mask inches from your face, it pushed your chest out, making your leg muscles protest. “And ya wanna know the best part? You can’t do shit about it, you’re mine tonight. All. Mine.”

You thumped back against the ropes, chest heaving. His hands massaged your collarbones, then down to your breasts. He roughly pulled at your nipples, making them peak and read.

“Hmm,” He pulled his hand back and slapped the large mound. You stifled a moan, not expecting the shock of pain or pleasure that came from that. He repeated the motion three more times until your boob was red and throbbing in pain, then he did the same to the other one.

You moaned softly into the empty room, letting yourself get lost in the sensations.

“You like that?” He teased, gripping your hips and massaging it roughly. “Your body certainly does, it’s like you’ve done this before,” An amused tint lifts his voice. “Have ya? Are ya secretly a kinky one?” He chuckled to himself. “Of course you are, why else would you be dripping for me if you weren’t a slutty little freak,”

Your face was bright red, matching the red on your tits. Wow was this working for you. You swallowed roughly, shaking your head. “No, I’m not, I don’t like this,” Your voice was weak and even you could hear the lie in your words.

“Oh, yer not?” You shook your head again.

He stepped between your thighs, jutting his hand in your panties and feeling around your, very wet, pussy.

“Oh!” Your body tenses at the contact, you bite your lip to keep your noises down.

“What were ya just sayin’?” He mocked, titling his head at you and clicking his tongue. “Seems like she’s enjoying herself,” He messily smears your wetness, then focuses his efforts on your swollen clit.

“No, no you’re wrong-” Your voice pitches when he slips his thick finger easily into your sopping cunt. You buck, as much as you can, against the ropes and moan out into the cold room.

“I really don’t think I am,” He mocked, rocking his hand hard against your center. He palm smacks your clit with every thrust and the wet sound is humiliating in the enclosed space.

His free hand juts out and grabs your throat, you lock eyes with the mask, staring into those big black orbs as he squeezes the side of your throat. You feel your eyes roll back into your head, that familiar rush of endorphins flooding your system, making you relax in his hold.

“That’s it, just let me take over, you’re mine,” His words send heat throughout you, making you bite your lip, you nod. Keeping your head steady, he continues to finger your dripping cunt, which is quite literally, making a mess on the floor.

Your stomach starts to tighten, body going taught in the harness, moans choked against his hold. He presses his finger as far as it can go into your pussy, then simply stops.

You whine, trying to roll your hips.

“No, stop,” He takes his hand off your throat to smack the side of your ass. “You get to cum when I say, and I didn’t fucking say,”

You nod, taking your deep breaths again, after a few moments, he starts to move his hand again. And just when you get close, he stops, leaving you right on the edge and giving you nothing. Tears stream down your face, but you trust in him, you’re his to use and he hasn’t given you permission to cum yet.

“Good girl,” He says, his thumb makes slow circles on your clit while his finger remains lodged inside you. “See you know who this pussy belongs to, don’t you?”

You nod, cheeks wet from tears. Your voice is hoarse and low. “Yours. It’s yours,”

“Good,” He smacks your ass again, but softer. “Good girl, you can be good,”

“Good enough to cum?” You whisper into the space between you two.

“You wanna cum?” He taunts, stopping his hand.

You nod aggressively, swaying in the harness.

“Then beg for it,”

You lick your lips. “Please, please let me cum, I’ve been so good, I’ve done everything that you’ve asked. Please, please I need it, I’ll do anything, I promise,”

“Yeah?” He tortuously pulls his finger back then pushes it back in, the slow speed making your head spin.

“I need you, please, I need you to make me cum, I can’t do it without you, you own me and I need you to make me cum,” You cry out when he removes his finger from you, but moan loud when he drops to his knees, chucks off his mask and suctions his mouth to your swollen mound over the lace panties.

It’s like lightning to your body, you go taught in the ropes, moaning as tears stream down your face. That familiar bands start to pull and you try to roll your hips into his face.

“Please, please,” You beg in a barely there whisper, inhaling shakily. He licks at your slit, drinking up every drop before circling your clit and sucking it hard.

His teeth bite into your clit and sparks ignite behind your eyes, you buck and scream against him, the ropes digging into your skin, sure to leave bruises tomorrow. Your head falls back, looking at the old dusty ceiling above as he slowly licks over your pussy, bringing you down slowly.

You tremble and shake every time he nudges your clit, but his hands are steady and firm on your thighs, the only thing currently grounding you. When your body finally sags against the ropes, he stands, tugging on one of the ropes and picking you up in his strong arms.

He carries you over to a cot you hadn’t seen and sets you to straddle his lap. His hands massage your shoulders and arms as he helps bring you down.

Your head rests on his shoulder, trying to get your breathing under control. Gently, his hand cups the back of your head, pulling you back to meet his green eyes.

“You alright, baby doll?” Your boyfriend asks in that soft voice. You smile and kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Very good,” You chuckle breathlessly. “We should roleplay more often,”

He smirks down at you. “We’re just taking a little break, baby doll, we ain’t done yet,”

The predicted winter storm had arrived earlier than expected. Thick, clumped snowflakes floated past your window on their mission to cover the city in white. A sudden drop in temperature and fierce wind had everyone hunkering down indoors, waiting for it to pass.

Some of your neighbours had even stocked up on water and non-perishables in case the power went out. You’d picked up a few of these items, but what worried you more than a possible power outage was the fact that you hadn’t heard from your boyfriend, who was actually a mutant turtle, in over two hours. The last thing he’d texted you was that he was heading on a quick patrol around the city before the storm began, and it had already been raging for over an hour.

He was always a little vague about how some of his ‘turtleness’ worked, which you suspected was from a desire for you not to worry. But you did worry, so you had done your homework on him. Being a mesothermic being, he generated his own heat but had difficulty maintaining his body temperature, especially in the face of unexpected freezing temperatures. Pacing worriedly, you texted him once more, asking him to please let you know if he was safe and back in the lair. Too much cold could mean his body would go into brumation—a type of hibernation unique to reptiles.

It was another hour before you were startled awake by the scrape of your balcony door, the shock of cold and wind jolting you upright.

“F-f-fuck… s-stupid… d-door.”

It was him! You almost tripped over yourself to get to where he was still struggling with the door, his hands shaking from the cold.

“I got it.” You said, taking over for him and sweeping as much snow as you could from the bottom of the door so you could close it properly.

He took a few steps back, slowly, almost as if he was still wading through deep snow despite being indoors.

He needed some warming up, starting with a hug.

“I was so worried…” It felt like hugging a block of ice. His outerwear was freezing, and if survival shows taught you anything, he needed to get out of his wet clothes immediately and gradually raise his core body temperature.

Stiffly, he managed to hug you back and pressed his ice-cold snoot into your neck, causing you to exhale sharply. “S-sorry baby, storm started early.”

You noticed he was shaking and felt like scolding him for being so reckless. Usually, he and his brothers stayed in the lair during winter. Trips outside were strictly limited, reserved for emergencies only.

“You promised me you were going to be more careful…” you whispered, concern in your gaze and a lump in your throat as you looked up at him.

There was regret in his eyes as he hugged you tighter, still having trouble forming words from being so cold still. “I know…w-we had to, people were getting hurt.”

Likely, their mission was assigned to them by Chief Vincent herself, something that could not be easily ignored. You nodded and stepped back to unzip his coat and push the garment off his broad shoulders.

It hit the ground with a heavy thud, showing how much snow and water it had soaked up. His hat was next, then his wet gloves, and finally, his boots. As quickly as possible, his wet belongings were either hung up or placed on the vent to dry.

He was still shivering as you led him to the bathroom. With trembling hands, he tried to undo his pants while you started the shower, but his frozen fingers were stiff and uncooperative.

Gently taking over for him, you began to unzip them. “Let me.”

“Thanks,” he whispered, standing still so you could finish undressing him. He looked so tired that you had to work quickly. Pants and underwear gone, you checked the water temperature one more time before telling him to get in. Not too hot and not too cold, warm enough that it wasn’t a shock to his system.

He sighed softly as the warmth seeped into him. “Feels good…”

At first, you simply watched him, feeling relieved that he was finally warming up. Your intention was to let him enjoy his shower while you prepared something hot to eat and drink for him, but when you turned to leave, there was a quiet protest.

“Wait…”

“Hm?” Switching direction, you went back to see what he needed.

“Come in with me?” It was a seemingly small request that belied the promise of something more, and you couldn’t find it within yourself to deny him.

“Alright.” You smiled. Disrobing slowly, you placed your clothes with his. You could feel the heat of his gaze, yet he made no move to touch you until you stepped into the shower within reach.

You were pressed against his chest, a solid mass of tough plastron and muscle, still slightly chilled, causing you to shiver. His hands were cold, but as he tilted your face up to kiss your mouth, his lips were warmer.

Suddenly, the chill didn’t seem quite so bad, and you could feel him growing stronger, absorbing both the warmth of your body and the shower stream. It drew a groan from his throat as you deepened the kiss, pressing yourself closer to him.

Cold forgotten, a fire was now sparking between you two, the embers fluttering to life in your belly. His large hands were all over you, sliding down your back and cupping your ass while he broke from your lips to give the skin between your neck and shoulder a few playful nips.

You let loose a giggle and gasped out half-heartedly, “Stop…your hands are cold…” and felt him rumble back, “Mm…and you’re so warm.” Now you felt hot kisses and a soft sucking on your pulse point as he began marking you as his.

It made you gasp, especially when you felt him lift you up, pressing you against the shower wall so he could access your chest now. This was much easier, and you could tell by his wicked grin that he was far from finished with you.

Wrapping your legs around him, you cupped his face, playfully squishing his cheeks with a slight smirk. “I’m going to let you continue, but promise me you won’t scare me like that again.” You paused, rephrasing the last part since your request was perhaps a tad unrealistic, considering he's both a ninja and a vigilante. “At least try not to. I can’t have a turtlesicle for a boyfriend.”

He laughed, nodding while kissing your playful pout, as you slipped your hands around his neck. “That would make things difficult.” He sobered then, fixing you with an apologetic look as he continued. “Listen, though I can’t promise this will be the last time I come stumbling in like this, I can promise that I’ll always make it up to you.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

Overcome by the sudden urge to kiss him, you didn’t hesitate, expressing your love for him with as much enthusiasm as you could muster.

It was he who took control of the kiss, pressing you more against the tiled wall of your shower and groaning his approval while his tongue slipped inside to tangle with yours.

The shower still ran, soaking you both as a different type of slick gathered between your thighs. The need crackling between you both as he rocked against your core, his tail curling underneath himself.

Sex with him could be slow and methodical. It could also be quick and dirty, and the latter seemed to be correct in this case; you could already feel the tip of his manhood at your entrance.

Cupping your breast and pushing it up, you gave a soft cry as he nearly enveloped the entire thing in his mouth, licking, sucking and flicking your nipple with his tongue. You felt him rumble against your skin as the second breast received the same treatment as the first.

“Gonna drop into you…” He murmured, grinding against your center. “Can I?”

He was already in position, aching for you, trying to hold back from releasing himself right then and there. Ever the gentleman, he still needed your consent before continuing. “Yes… fuck, please, yes…” You quickly replied, nearly incoherent from how much you needed this.

Making extra sure he was positioned correctly, he still entered you slowly, filling you inch by inch. This part of him was a bit cold still, and you gasped with the contrast of how he slid into the confines of your warmth.

His entire body trembled, struggling to stay in control and not rut into you like an animal. Your warmth was like fire, seeping into him as if it were the most precious substance on Earth.

“So hot…you feel…incredible… I can’t…” he bucked his hips once, and you both moaned, you clamping your legs more tightly around him on instinct.

“Don’t hold back then… I need you.”

At your admission, he unleashed a growl of pure satisfaction, finally giving you what you’d both been craving. In that moment, you felt as feral as he, a slave to your primal urges. Instead of being in your modest apartment-sized shower, you imagined the two of you in a cozy, warm cave, tucked away from the blowing snow and freezing temperatures. He made you feel wild and exhilarating in a way no one else ever could.

His thrusts were unrelenting, slow at first but quick to make you gasp and tremble in his arms. Breath quickening, you cried out that you were already getting close. His cock buried deep, hitting you in all the right places.

He managed a grin of self-satisfaction when hearing you admit that, because he knew. He always could tell when you were close to your release. It was the way your breathing sped up, how your body tensed and squirmed, thighs trembling, and the ensuing string of curses that could even make a sailor blush.

“C’mon then…don’t hold back either…let me see just how good I’m making you feel.”

A few well-placed thrusts later, you were there, like the raging winter storm, drowning in white-hot pleasure and crying out his name.

Now it was his turn to curse. The feel of you clenching and tightening around his cock was his undoing.

“Fuck…fuck, I’m gonna…” clutching you so tightly it was sure to leave marks, he delivered one final, deep thrust that made you see stars.

He growled loudly enough for you to feel it in your bones as he released himself inside you. Breathing heavily, you fell limp in his arms, a testament to the intense session of lovemaking.

The shower was growing cold, yet he still held you close, kissing you with reverence and a deep appreciation for you and everything you meant to him.

“I love you…” It was whispered so softly, almost as if he was afraid someone might overhear.

“I love you too.” It was both a declaration and a promise, no matter what, even if he did come stumbling in again like this, that you’d love him still; nothing was going to change that.

Finally, he helped you get back on your feet, and after a quick rinse, it was time to dry off and get cozy. Together, you went to get dressed—you on shaky legs and him moving to steady you. He opted for a pair of soft grey joggers, while you picked the comfiest pyjamas you owned.

Outside, the storm was showing no sign of stopping, but you were both safe and cozy in your apartment. Even after dinner was eaten and you were cuddled up on the couch, a sudden power outage was of no concern to you.

After all, you had plenty of ways to keep warm.

End

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