🫣😳 I heard something about yandere Kress twins? I do believe those two would have a breeding kink
I am no gentle lover.
Yandere! Otto & Arora Kress x Afab! Fem! Reader romantic smut fic Summary: Disagreeing with Otto and Arora doesn't last long, especially when it comes to breeding you. Content warnings: overstimulation, breeding k!nk, brainwashing using sex(?), dub-con (reader doesn't want to be bred but is mentally broken through events in the story to accept it), unprotected sex, piv sex, afab reader/anatomy, breast groping. Word count: 1.7k AI was not used for the writing, please do not use any of this for AI Please read all warnings!!! I have no real rules about reading this sort of content, just know that if you read it fully/like it/reblog it, that it's on you. Ultimate Outlast masterlist Welcome board
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The rather loud buzzing managed to overpower the shifting of Otto’s paper, your whimpers followed quickly after both sounds. The toy stuffed deep inside your cunt managed to pull orgasm after orgasm from you, occasionally letting a weirdly wet sound when you’d get closer and closer to the edge.
Your mind was soup, every time you tilted your head, you thought you could hear your brain sloshing around in your skull. Your resistance had been worn down to absolutely nothing, allowing your arms to be held limply by the rope tied to the leg of the twins’ chair. Arora finally glanced down at you, muttering to Otto about your condition and he hummed. Whatever she had said made him turn the chair to look at you.
Otto fixed his round glasses as he studied you, looking over your wet face, a byproduct of your torment. Your inner thighs were streaked with your past release, a piece of art the twins would have easily turned to licking off your body. Out of the corner of your teary eyes, you managed to catch a glimpse of Otto palming his lap and letting out a soft groan.
“Are you willing to listen now?” He asked calmly, watching as your bare chest rose and fell rapidly as a painful orgasm washed over you, causing more tears to fall down your face. You couldn’t fully remember what you were being tortured for, all that came back to you was that you disagreed with them about baring a child, and then you were tied down.
You nodded tiredly and spoke in turn, though your words were slurred and could barely be made out before it was interrupted by your broken whines. Otto almost laughed at the state of you, your mindless pleading growing louder as your body managed to conceive another orgasm. Your cunt fluttered around the toy; a new sheen of natural lubrication covered your sex and the object as you writhed against it.
The short amount of time between the two amazed the twins, it was as if your body was trying to appease them rather than naturally bringing you to your release. Shifting in his seat to view the stream of your own juices that dripped down the toy, Otto sighed in satisfaction and turned to untying your hands from the chair leg.
The toy ran rampant on you for a millisecond more before your, now freed, hands pulled the toy away from your weeping pussy. You felt empty now, an urge left deep inside you that the object had not hit before but managed to dull. It tried filling that void but failed and left you overstimulated and needing them. Your legs slowly dragged closer to your torso and turned to let you shakily sit at their feet. “Please,” you managed to whisper and as though you were being controlled, your hands reaching for Otto’s belt.
“She must have learned her lesson,” Otto remarked with a grin and let out a small breath when your hand moved over the tent in his pants. Arora hummed and nodded.
“We shouldn’t keep her from it then, we already went through so much trouble getting her down,” she said, the hand that protruded from Otto’s neck went down to caress your face, wiping the fresh tears from your cheeks.
Slowly but surely, Otto pulled you into his lap, setting you on his knee as he undid his belt. In the short time it took to unzip his pants, you had been set on leaning into Arora’s, now, kind hand. At the sound of a soft zip sound, you glanced down at Otto’s cock, which was now held in his gloved hand. The tip of his cock was a maddened red and streaked with precum, and like clockwork, you set yourself to lean against his chest, allowing him to push his shaft into your cunt.
Gradually, Otto pressed your hips against his lap and drew you down the length of his cock, a groan of praise drew from his lips when your butt met the fabric of his pants. A wave of euphoria washed over you, a gasp being pulled from your lungs as the feeling of being filled to the brim finally came. You were given several seconds to adjust to his size while he pinched your nipples and groped the soft tissue that made up your breasts, that just made you wetter. As your body adjusted, you lolled your head back to his shoulder and lazily looking up at the ceiling. Soft kisses were pressed to your shoulder and neck, giving you care that wasn’t present before.
Then, he started to move. It wasn’t harsh though. It started out as gentle as usual, soft breaths of praise leaving his lips as he guided you through the motion, as if you were a doll that could be shattered. Ironic for the entire “brainwashing” they put you through before this.
Your breath caught in your throat as Otto brought your hips back down onto his lap, the feeling of his cock deep inside you filled that emptiness that the toy couldn’t get to. And now you needed that feeling to stay. Your whines with the “mommy’s little helper” paled in comparison to your sounds of desperation caused by him, your overwhelming sensitivity fogging your slushy brain.
“Oh, look at you, dear,” Otto mused, as though he had to speak softly to you or else you wouldn’t understand what he was saying. “You’re just perfect, a perfect girl... a perfect fit.”
His movements gradually grew unkind, as if the “gift” that was allowing you to sit on his cock was -in its own right- a punishment. His hands tightened around your hips and brought you down harshly, his breaths growing heavy rather quickly. The tip of his cock continuously pressed against the spongey walls that made up your pussy, pushing against the bundle of nerves deep inside you.
Feeling something lay over your chest, you opened your eyes to see Arora’s arm that protruded from Otto’s neck holding you against them, keeping your body arched into Otto’s movements. The buzzing started again and was brought down against your clit this time. A sob was heard as your trembling thighs tried closing around the toy, hoping your flesh would block it from getting to your sensitive sex.
“Don’t do that,” Arora stated simply and pushed the head of the toy into your flesh until it found your cunt. Painful pleasure seeped through your skin as you tried to stop yourself from trying to push her hands away. Saliva slowly drew down from the corner of your mouth, as if a physical embodiment of your own brain. As the vibrations ran rampant on your clit, tears started to well in your eyes. Your thighs pressed tightly together, even when that seemed impossible.
“You... you said that would be done,” you sobbed and turned your head to look back at her. Arora, of course, only smiled and pressed it harder against your skin.
“We never said that, we only said that you would get pleasure... we never said how,” Arora said and let out an airy laugh as another orgasm washed over you, forcing you to close your legs around the toy.
The overpowering pleasure that seemed to pinch your nerves, pulled sharp gasps from your lungs, and jerking hips trying to get away from the toy. “Oh god!” You cried, drawing out each word. Your hands fumbled to hold onto anything to ground yourself, Arora’s thin arm, the armrests of their chair, and Otto’s knee were interchangeably held by you.
Your pleas were almost constant after that, a slurry of begging for her to stop torturing you, but she casually ignores it. Arora tilted her head as your body trembled, the pleasure from Otto pressing against your g-spot combined with the vibrations against your clit slowly but surely ended your pleading. It was replaced with soft whimpers as orgasm after orgasm washed through your body.
With the little control you had over your voice, you managed to turn sharp gasps into words. “Faster... please,” you groaned in a breathy tone, your desperation to dominantly feel Otto’s cock becoming obvious. The toy just wasn’t as satisfactory. Your pleading was met with a laugh.
“How greedy,” Arora scoffed, holding the toy steadily against your sex, forcing you to endure its vibrations. “To think we’ve gone through the trouble of letting you see why our decisions are final.”
Your request being met with a reprimand was sad but Otto’s pace not quickening almost made it sadder. You had gone through all their torture and punishments for over an hour, and they can’t even give you the gratification of sex?
With the little strength you had left, you brought your feet to the floor, pushed Arora’s hands away from you, and held onto the arms of their chair, allowing yourself to control the pace. The newfound aggression brought a wave of pure bliss, pulling whines from both you and Otto. A jumble of barely audible praise left his lips as he watched your hips rise and fall in his lap. It must have been so much for him too.
A stream of pleas filled the room, an act of desperation on your part, like the aggressive movements weren’t enough for you, even when you were controlling the pace. The violent pace let Otto gently move his arms up and down your torso, feeling the soft skin of your stomach and breasts yet again.
Your legs trembled under you; each lifting of your hips brought an almost instantaneous tremor. Your half-lidded eyes shined with tears, tears of bliss and pain. Like your body was forcing itself to finally get an orgasm from Otto’s cock. He, also, babbled on, praising you as you put in the effort instead.
Suddenly, Otto’s hands grabbed onto your hips, pulled you down to sit, and stilled you in his lap. A long groan slipping past his lips as his orgasm washed over him, filling your cunt with warmth. You let out a soft breath that sounded like a sigh of relief, as though the cum that now stuffed your pussy left you satisfied. You leaned back against him as your breath slowed, now sitting in your own contentment.
As you were slowly lifted off Otto’s cock, his cum started to drip out from your sex. A smile drew over his lips as he turned to swiping the white fluid with his fingers and trying to push it back inside you. “Don’t need our hard work going to waste,” he said in a soft tone, watching as your inner thighs twitched. In your own weird way, you were full of their love.
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I'm sorry the sneak peek said a different day than when I'm actually releasing it. But nonetheless, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoyed.
