#rennyn

It was like the word activated something in his brain, a wide smile on his face as he rolled onto his back. “Yay…” he trailed off, content. “I wish though…” he pressed his face back up against the bars. “I wish I could cuddle with you. You’re all soft.”

“Just wait until after naptime, then we can do whatever.”

Silence lingered, and you attempted to sleep once more, curling up under your blankets. You felt yourself start to doze off, until-

“Psssssssst.”

You whipped your head around. “What?”

“What do you like to do when you’re not reading?”

“…I don’t know, sleep?”

“Oh. Okay.” He kept staring at you, as if expecting you to say something else. “Like, now?”

“No, I’m laying here with my eyes closed for fun.”

“…really?”

“No, I’m trying to sleep. You should probably do the same.”

“But I’m not tired.”

“Well…” you rolled over, your back facing him as your tail danced from side to side. “Find someone else to bother then for a bit. I’m sleeping.”

Somehow, he managed to leave you alone. When you woke up, he was still in his cage, scanning the room diligently.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled as you sat up.

“I’m protecting you,” he smiled, attendants slowly coming around to unlock the cages.

Once you both were free, he moved back over to you, nuzzling his face in your neck. “Can we cuddle together now?” He asked, tail wagging. “Please”

You sighed; it was only fair to give him some attention after all… that. “Sure. But I don’t wanna get in trouble for staying in here, let’s find our spot.”

The window was once again, unclaimed. Honestly? You were worried someone sooner or later would find out about the charm of its location, and steal it from you. However, it seemed most of the other hybrids had gathered by a different window, one towards the front of the room.

Your ears twitched as you tried to listen in on what they were discussing.

“It’s not even raining anymore.”

“We don’t have to go in the mud.”

“It’s not cold, either.”

“Yeah, but there’s always someone who goes in the mud anyways, and ruins it for everyone else. That’s why they make everyone stay inside when it rains.”

The schedule answered your next question; now was supposed to be outdoor playtime, but it appeared the weather didn’t permit it, everyone relegated to more indoor playtime. Frankly, you were overjoyed at this revelation.

“Aww…” the puppy sighed, wistfully staring out the window as you got comfortable. “I wanna go roll around in the mud…” he lamented.

“I’ll tell you right now, you do that and cuddling is off the table.” You couldn’t fathom how someone could find such an activity to be pleasant.

“Okay…” he groaned, flopping down into your chest, his voice muffled by your breasts. “Do you ever play outside?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

It was as if you had dropped a bomb on him. “What? Why?!”

“I’m an indoor cat, bud,” you responded nonchalantly, not even looking up from your reading. You had given up on trying to read to him, going back to the book you had started with.

“Why?”

“Because I’m allergic to the sun.”

He peered over your book, “really?”

“No, that was a joke.”

“Oh…well, what do you do by yourself then?”

You shrugged. “Read. TV. Play a game, plenty of things.” And scratch the couch, and the carpet, and the rug…you thought, keeping those hobbies to yourself.

“Huh…” he looked up at the ceiling, moving lower to sit between your legs. “I wanna go home.”

You set your book down, letting out a sigh as you started to play with his hair; the last thing you wanted was for him to start crying again. “Why?”

“I’m bored. And I miss my owners…but I need to get better at missing them. That’s why they put me here.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You have two owners?”

He nodded, “mmhmm. I have a daddy owner and a mommy owner. Sometimes, I get to sleep in their bed, and they hug me and kiss me,” he smiled, leaning into your touch. “And then they play with me, like how we played earlier.” He let out a dreamy sigh, clearly fantasizing the idea.

You resumed reading your book. “Lucky you.” Admittedly, you were a bit jealous. Your master played with you, that was for sure, but…he was kind of a dick.

“Yeah, they’re both so pretty, it’s so much nicer there than the shelter…” he trailed off. “But I’m bad at missing them. I got in trouble, and that’s why I’m here.”

“What’d you do?”

“Uh…” he sat up, sitting on your lap. “Do you know how the phone works?”

You shrugged, “sorta.” You had never used one, but you got the idea.

“Well, they both have jobs, and they told me to call them if I needed to, but…I called them too much…I just got nervous…their house is really big, and when I’m there by myself, it’s kinda scary!”

You cracked a small smile, visualizing him sitting next to the phone, calling one of his owners at the slightest sound.

“So that’s why I’m here. I’m uh…what was the word…” he snapped his fingers as he tried to remember it. “Code…co…”

“Codependent?”

“Yeah! That one. What about you? Whats your owner like?”

“Hmm…” you thought about how to describe your relationship with your owner. Well, no reason to sugarcoat anything.

“He’s an asshole,” you shrugged.

He looked as if you had just confessed to a murder, eyes wide in disbelief. “…what? Why?”

“He’s just kind of a dick.”

“Why? Does he hit you?”

“Oh, no, no, God, no.” You said with a nervous laugh.

“Cause they’re not supposed to do that, you know!”

“No, no, he just…” you trailed off. “He…well, let’s just say he has a weird way of showing affection. He can say mean things, but he’s usually just joking. But he lets me sleep in his bed, and he pets me for hours while we watch movies, and…”

Maybe you did miss your owner.

The puppy nodded his head as he listened. “Do you love him?”

“Eh…that’s a bit of a loaded question,” you said as you pet his hair.

“Why? I love everyone,” he sang, nuzzling against you. “Everyone is my friend, they just don’t know it yet!”

Spoken like a true puppy.

Even if his question was innocent, you found yourself pondering it for longer than you’d like to admit.

Soon enough, the day came to a close. Everyone gathered their things, waiting for their owners to arrive. The puppy’s tail wagged back and forth as he stared at the doorway, laser-focused.

You weren’t as obvious as he was, but…you were ready to go home. The day could’ve gone worse, sure, but nothing could top being in your own bed with a fuzzy blanket.

You watched as the puppy ran over to his owner; a bearded man with dark hair and clearly defined bags under his eyes, wearing hospital scrubs under a sweatshirt.

He looked exhausted.

Yet even so, his expression softened as his puppy excitedly ran towards him. The puppy was a few inches taller than his owner, but knelt down in front of him without question. His owner pet his head, eyes filled with prideful admiration towards his pup.

You couldn’t stare for long, interrupted by your owner calling your name.

“Over here, silly.”

You looked towards your left, and there he was.

You walked over to him, passing by the puppy and his owner along the way. His owner held his face, looking him over. “What happened to your nose, buddy?”

Oh shit. Oh no.

You walked just a little faster over to your owner.

He gave you a slight smile, patting you on the head; unlike your friend, your master seemed to tower over you. “Hey, you survived. Make any enemies?”

“We need to go. We need to go now.” You weren’t in the mood for jokes.

“Alright, alright, calm down. The thing said I had to like, sign you out or whatever, I don’t know where the hell I’m supposed to do that,” said your owner, looking around the room.

You watched from afar as the puppy explained something to his owner, whose happy expression had faded, an annoyed one taking its place. You couldn’t make out what they were saying, but eventually the puppy looked in your direction.

Then he pointed directly at you.

You tugged on your owner’s sleeve once more. “We need to go. Right now. Come on, we need to go!”

Your owner looked back at you, annoyed. “I already told you, I-”he paused, letting out a disappointed sigh; the look on your face made it easy to put the pieces together. “…what did you do?”

“Nothing, nothing,” you panicked. “It’s just, there might’ve been a misunderstanding…” you trailed off, trying to follow the puppy and his owner with your eyes as you peered over the crowd.

The puppy’s owner grabbed him by the hand, having what looked to be a heated conversation with two daycare attendants as he gestured towards the puppy’s face. The room began to thin out as your owner finally found the sign-out sheet, and you found yourself able to hear more and more of their conversation.

“Why didn’t anyone say something, or call me?” His owner protested. “How do you not know what happened?”

The puppy tried to get his attention by tugging on his sleeve, resting his head on his shoulder. “No no no, I do know what happened! It was just a … a for fun scratch!”

His owner looked exasperated, letting out a sigh as he faced the puppy. “No buddy, it’s right on your face. This is what I meant when I said you need to stand up for yourself.”

You walked ahead of your owner, hoping he’d get the hint. Yet as soon as you made it to the doorway, you quickly learned your owner was not on your side. He grabbed you by the collar, a disapproving look on his face as the puppy and his owner looked in your direction.

“Alright kitty, let’s get this over with.”

—————-

Embarrassment was an understatement.

You sat on the floor next to Callon. He seemed to be in much brighter spirits, wrapping his arms around you and relaxing on your shoulder. He might’ve even been asleep.

“Look man, I’m sorry.” Said your owner. “She uh…she can be a mean motherfucker sometimes,” he laughed. “If he pissed her off, then I don’t know what to tell you.”

I can’t tell if he’s defending me or not.

The puppy’s owner clearly wasn’t having it, his brow furrowed. “Then train her to not scratch people, maybe? You ever consider that? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I don’t know, maybe you should teach your dog a thing or two about personal space? I mean, Jesus Christ,” he gestured over to both of you. “He’s practically humping her right now!”

He kinda was. You didn’t mind.

The comment was enough to make his owner hesitate. “Alright, maybe they just…don’t get along. Maybe we just keep them separated.”

The puppy’s ears perked up. “What? No! She’s my friend.”

“She scratched you-”

“I told you, it was an accident! But she was nice to me. No one else wanted to play with me, but she played with me!”

“Oh, how sweet,” said your owner. “Then that’s that, accidents happen, I’ll trim her claws-”

The puppy kept going. “She let me lay on her, and she read me a book, and we napped together, and then I had this dream that she was gonna be my mate.”

His owner looked petrified.

The puppy continued. “Then during nap-time, I got really hard, and I tried to hump my stuffie instead-”

Your face flushed red at the idea of him recounting the ordeal to your owner.

Someone. Anything. Please kill me so I don’t die of embarrassment. “Shut-up,” you hissed through gritted teeth.

Your owner looked as if he was about to burst out laughing, a hand covering his mouth. “No buddy, you keep going. What happened during nap-time?”

You shot him a dirty look; one that made it clear you’d take your frustrations out on the couch.

“I couldn’t help myself…” the puppy trailed off, a sheepish look on his face for only a second before he lost his sense of shame. “So I started to touch myself, but then I realized,” he started to slide down his pants, his cock hard against the fabric as he recounted the memory, “that it would actually fit through the cage, so I-”

“Okay buddy, let’s…” his owner quickly grabbed him by his waist, pulling his shorts back up. “Let’s not…let’s not do that. We don’t show strangers our puppy parts.”

“But then I fit it through the cage, and then we played, and it was really fun! And we got to cuddle afterwards, and she really soft…”

His owner let out another disappointed sigh, this one longer than the others as he held his face in his hands. “Well…”

Your owner shrugged, “I feel like the scratch is the least of our worries.”

“Yeah, just…alright, you know what, we’ll just…let bygones be bygones.” The puppy’s owner seemed to be smart enough to know keeping you separated would only make it worse; he had mated you once, it was inevitable he’d want to do it again. “Just…” he looked back to your owner. “Could you trim her claws, please?”

Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

“Yep. Well uh…sorry about that.” Despite his words, it was clear your owner still found the situation humorous. “I guess we’ll uh…see you tomorrow?”

—————-

The drive home was awkward. Well, for you at least.

“I mean, why’d he look kinda hung?” Your owner laughed as he drove you back home. “Like damn, I didn’t even know puppyboys could be that big.”

You stared out the window. You were already over this conversation.

“Oh come on,” he playfully nudged your shoulder. “Don’t be like that.”

You soon arrived back at home, never before so happy to see your owner’s apartment; it still felt strange to call the space your own, at times. You curled up onto one of the chairs, tired and ready for the day to be over.

“You know,” your owner approached, petting your head. “I do gotta ask.”

“What?”

“You like it? Did it feel good?” His voice was lower, no longer joking around. “I knew you were a whore, but getting a cute little puppyboy to fuck you? On the first day? That’s something else.”

God damn it. The tone of his voice, the way he scratched behind your ears, his hand moving lower across your back. You knew what he was playing at, and your body responded accordingly.

“I’m not sure I trust a puppyboy like that to fuck you properly.” His hand moved towards your legs, fingers running across your skin. “Why don’t you spread your legs for me, just to make sure he didn’t hurt you?”

You leaned back in the chair before hesitantly obeying his command. He slipped your panties off, your pussy getting wet from his words alone.

“Oh, kitty, what’s got you so worked up?” He asked, fake concern in his tone. “Thinking about earlier today? Your little rendezvous?”

“No…” truthfully, there were multiple ideas on your mind; although that was one of them.

“Maybe you’re thinking about what’s going to happen to that puppy. What his owner’s going to do to him,” said your owner as he sat down in front of you. “I think you’re like me,” he said as he brushed his thumb over your clit.

You bit your lip, sensitive to the touch. “…what do you mean?”

He dragged his tongue from the bottom to the top of your cunt, licking your clit. “I think you like being in control. Being in charge.” He continued, pressing his tongue inside.

You couldn’t help but grab his hair as he ate you out. The feeling of his tongue, the picture of the puppy getting punished; maybe he’d be spanked. Maybe he’d be fucked in the ass. Maybe he’d be tied up. There was no shortage of ideas rushing through your mind.

“I’d love to watch you take control of someone. Make him your bitch,” said your owner. He pushed a finger inside with ease, moving it back and forth. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded your head, breaths growing quicker as you failed to reply.

He let out a quiet laugh. “I figured you would. But I still own you, remember?” He slipped another finger inside, your eager cunt ready for more. “No matter who fucks you, cums in you, anything. This pussy belongs to me. Got it?”

You nodded once more. “Yes sir, I-”

He moved his fingers faster, the sounds of your wet cunt filling the room. “Say it. Who does this pussy belong to?”

“‘My-my pussy belongs to you, sir!” You felt him curl his fingers, pushing against your g-spot. He hadn’t even taken his cock out, and you were already about to cum.

“That’s right, good girl,” he cooed, dragging out each word. He continued to finger you, using his other hand to rub your clit. You felt yourself getting tighter, your hand squeezing his fingers as you got closer and closer to cumming.

Your head jolted back as you climaxed, your body shaking as he pulled his fingers out of you. You breathed heavily, looking up at him with weary eyes.

You were ready, that much was clear. Ready to be fucked, ready to be bred, your pussy still wanting more. It didn’t matter if you had one load inside you already, you wanted your owner, no, your master’s cock.

You spread your legs a little wider, wet cunt on display to tease him. You watched him eagerly, waiting to watch him pull out his cock.

Instead, he walked away. “I think you’ve gotten your fill for the day,” he smirked.

…asshole.

——————

The next day, the sun had come out. The grass was dry and the sky was clear: maybe you’d play outside today.

You walked inside, skimming the room for your friend, unable to find him. You set up in the same corner as yesterday; when he showed up, he found you quickly.

Unlike yesterday however, his movements today were slow, almost methodical, as if he was thinking out every step. He sat down beside you, holding his legs close to his chest and resting his head on his knees.

He looks so…sad.

He was quiet, looking down as his fluffy tail slowly swayed from side to side, dragging across the floor.

You weren’t sure what to say.

“…hey,” you mumbled, only trying to get his attention.

He looked up at you without lifting his head. His eyes were wide and wet, as if he’d been crying. “Hi…”

“You okay?”

He nodded. “It’s fine…I just…I got in trouble for yesterday. And I think I got you in trouble too.”

I mean, not really. Unless ruined orgasms count as getting in trouble.

“What happened?” You asked.

He looked from side to side, confirming no one was looking at the two of you, both mostly obscured by a cabinet in front of you. He pulled down his shorts, revealing a sky-blue colored chastity cage, keeping his soft cock in place.

It looked almost like one of your toys, shiny plastic reflecting against fluorescent lights. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you immediately touched it. It was a little cold, his balls heavy underneath.

He let out a quiet whimper before biting his lip. “I…I’m not supposed to touch it. They said I shouldn’t be playing with people I don’t know.” He looked up at you, unbothered by your poking and prodding. “But I told them I do know you. You’re my friend.”

On one hand, the puppy seemed incredibly easy to manipulate. On the other…you did feel kinda bad. “Well-”

“They took away my rabbit toy too.”

“Why?” You asked, still absentmindedly running your thumb over his balls.

“Because I kept humping it,” he sighed, resting his head on your shoulder. “But…it feels nice when you touch…” he trailed off. “Soft…”

You continued to lightly tap your fingers along his balls. It was kinda fun, honestly. Like swatting around one of your toys at home. You gave them a gentle squeeze, and he instantly covered his mouth, stifling a moan.

“Wait…can you…can you do that again? Please?”

Maybe your reading could wait.

Part 3

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Sorry all my writing is taking 72009999 bajillion years, I’m kinda burnt out creatively with all the stuff I’ve had to do for work, so we just. Yep. We doin puppyplay now. That’s all I got. Brain no work for bigger stories rn…

“I don’t know, your eyes say otherwise. What’d I ever do to you?”

You looked away, biting your lip, “if we went through that, we’d be here all day.”

He sat on the table of the row in front of you, seeming relaxed and content. “Go ahead. I’ve got time.”

“Well…you’re always going on and on about how I’m too slow.”

“You being here right now proves that to be true.”

You fiddled with the hem of your skirt, letting out a frustrated sigh at his retort. “Okay, but…you don’t need to be so mean about it.”

“Aww,” he leaned forward. “You think I’m mean? Did I hurt your feelings?” His voice was sweet, mocking you and talking as if you were a child. “Oh, I’m so, so sorry.” He dropped the kind tone quickly, “tough shit. Grow a thicker skin, this isn’t fucking kindergarten.”

“Well yeah, but there’s no reason to be so cruel. Okay, maybe I’m slow, but you don’t need to make fun of me.”

“I don’t make fun of you. I just state facts that’s all. Like how you’re slow, how you’d be lucky for any other guy to even look at you, how you look stupid wearing the same dumb hat everyday,” at his last statement, he reached over to try and grab the beanie off your head. You moved quickly, holding it down. “Seriously? Come on, what are you hiding under there?”

You tried to fight him off, but he moved past you quickly, grabbing the hat off your head. Your bunny ears bounced out, and for a moment you just sat there, stunned. He did the same, just looking you over.

You felt humiliated. You had tried so hard to hide your ears, fearful of being reduced to nothing more than a stereotypical breeding whore. You quickly grabbed the hat from his hands, put it back on, and ran out the room.

You just wanted to hide, to get away from him. He was such an asshole, it was as if he got off on making you upset. You ran to the nearest bathroom, sitting on the cold tile floor at the end of the room.

You held your legs close to your chest, sobbing. ‘He’s going to tell everyone, then everyone’s going to think I’m just some fat slut,’ you thought. After all, the term ‘fucking like rabbits’ had to come from somewhere.

The door opened, and you let out a little gasp, watching as he walked in. “This is the girls bathroom, you can’t-”

“Be quiet. Besides, it’s late. It’s not like anyone else is here anyway.”

He walked closed, and you moved yourself as close to the wall as you could. He leaned down, “shh, it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you,’ he said in the same faux sweet tone as before. “In fact, I think I have something you want. Just stay right there, little bunny.”

You did as he said, frozen in fear. You watched as he undid his belt.

‘No, no, no, not now, please, anything but that right now!’ Your heat was supposed to come any day now, and as a bunny, it was easy to spiral into nothing but horny thoughts, always desperate to be filled. Just…not by him, of course.

You watched him take his cock out, your mouth salivating at the sight of it. You hadn’t ever seen a cock in real life before, a virgin your entire life. Yet as soon as you saw his, your body craved it. You needed to be filled, to be bred, your pussy quickly getting wet as you focused on it.

He stroked it back and forth. “How sad it must be. Being a little bunny with no one to breed your needy little cunt,” he said as he ran his thumb along your cheek, holding your face. “Must be painful. Does it hurt? Having to go without someone filling you up? I hear bunnies get it the worse.”

You looked away, embarrassed but nodding nonetheless. The warmth between your legs was getting more and more intense, and you wanted nothing more than to deal with it and go on with your day.

“Aww. Poor thing,” he continued his pitiful tone, stroking his cock. “Well, I am curious. Show me how you deal with it.”

You looked over at your backpack; you kept a toy there for emergencies, when the pain was so bad you had no other choice but to make it go away. Still, in front of him? “No, no please, I-”

He tightened his grip on your face. “I’m giving you a choice. You can take your time pleasuring yourself, getting yourself ready, or I shove my cock in you right now. Your pick.”

You whimpered, his tone unchanging making his threat even more unsettling. “Okay, okay…” you mumbled, grabbing the toy from your backpack and spreading your legs.

“Look at that,” he watched as you pulled your panties to the side, teasing your needy cunt with the tip. “It’s almost as big as me. Are you a virgin, little bunny?”

“Yeah…” you slowly started to push it in, feeling each inch.

“That’s what I thought. Well don’t worry, you won’t need to worry about being in heat alone anymore. I’ll take good care of you,” he smiled, moving close enough for his cock to be right in front of your face. “Now you focus on getting that pussy ready, I just need you to open your mouth.”

You moved the toy in and out, feeling your mind start to go blank. ‘I shouldn’t, no, no, I hate him, please.’

It was as if you were arguing with your body, and you were losing. You opened your mouth for him. “Good girl,” he cooed as he pushed his cock inside your mouth. “Just relax and focus on your pussy,” he said as he held your head with both hands. You didn’t have to do a damn thing, feeling him start to thrust inside your mouth. “God, that feels so good.”

He started to move faster, and you kept fucking yourself, feeling yourself getting close. You could feel the tip of his cock against your throat, and despite the sound of you choking, he kept going. He didn’t care how you felt, you were only there to please him. “That’s right, choke on my cock, little bunny. That’s what you’re made for, just milking men’s cocks, good girl.”

You moaned onto his cock, pulling the toy out of you as you came. “There you go,” he pulled out of you, listening as you gasped for air. “Now stand up.”

You took a moment to catch your breath, “I…I’ll keep going with my mouth, I just,” you let out a yelp as you felt him strike you across the face.

"That's not up to you, little bunny," he smirked. "Now stand up, put your hands against the wall, and bend over."

Your lip quivered, your face still stinging from his strike. You leaned over, feeling his hands moving under your skirt. He pulled it up, revealing your tiny, fuzzy tail. "Oh, that's adorable," he grinned. "I wonder..." He pulled on your tail, and you let out a cry in pain. "Does that hurt?"

"Yes! Yes, please stop, please don't pull my tail, it's sensitive!"

"Interesting. Good to know." He pushed your legs apart, lining up his cock with your cunt.

You could feel your eyes brimming with tears, this wasn't how you imagined your first time at all. "Please, please don't put it in, please!"

"Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dream of doing something like that. Just...teasing you, that's all," he said as he rubbed his cock against your cunt, thrusting between the lips of your pussy. The head of his cock ran over your clit, and you struggled to stifle a moan. You bit your lip, trying to stay quiet; you'd rather die than let him know it felt good.

He kept going, teasing your dripping pussy. "You're so wet. There's no way you enjoy this, right? I guess I couldn't blame you if you did. It's only natural, after all." He moved his arms forward, groping your breasts underneath your shirt. "Little bunnies are made for breeding, right? Isn't that what they say?"

"Please..." you cried, "stop..."

"What was that?" You felt him slowly push the tip of his cock in.

"No, no, no, please don't!"

"Oh," he cooed, the sweet tone making a reappearance as he moved the tip in and out, "and leave you sitting here like this? That would be cruel, leaving your wet bunny cunt empty. You said it hurts, right?"

He was right. The only thing that would alleviate the pain was either the toy back inside you, or his cock. Still, you weren't going to tell him that. "No..."

"Liar," you felt him smack your ass hard, "you need this. Look at you, your legs are shaking. Say it. Say you need it."

"No, no, stop, please-"

He spanked you once more, this time even harder. "Look at that ass shake. I could do this all day," he spanked your other ass cheek. "I wonder what it'll look like when I fuck you." He pulled the tip of his cock out, slapping it against your cunt as your juices splattered onto your thighs. "Last chance. Say you need it."

You gave in, the pain between your thighs unbearable. "I need it," you whimpered.

"Louder."

"I need it! Please!"

"Oh, how polite. Well, since you asked so nicely," he pushed all of his length inside you at once, your pussy enveloping his cock with ease. "God, you're so fucking tight," he moaned, starting to move.

It hurt, yet the feeling of fullness balanced it out, an ecstasy you had been craving since you pulled the toy out. The sound of skin slapping together rang out in the bathroom as he fucked you, your cunt gripping him tight; your body craved his seed, craved to be bred, even if your mind resented it.

"You're gonna milk my cock, aren't you? You need it so bad, you just need to be bred so bad, cute little bunny." He pulled your tail once more, forcing you deeper onto his cock. You let out another cry in pain, the force behind his thrusts increasing. Yet each time he slammed into your g-spot, the pain faded away.

He didn't let up. You almost thought he'd split you in two, but the sensation of being full kept you in ecstasy. He looked up at your ears; cute, fuzzy, long ears. He grabbed your ears, pulling them back. "When I let go, I want you to look at me. Look at me when I cum in you. Look at me when I breed you."

"I will, I will, I will!"

He let go, and you turned your head to face him. The smile on his face infuriated you, yet you couldn't deny how good his cock made you feel anymore, a moan slipping out.

"That's right, moan for my cock, beg for my cum."

You let yourself succumb to your desires. "Please, please breed me, it feels so good!"

"Good girl, take my fucking cum, I'm gonna fill you the fuck up." He gripped onto your hips tighter, and you could feel his cock start to twitch. He thrust into you one last time, the force shaking your entire body as he came deep inside you. He held you still, making sure you got every last drop.

He pulled out, letting go of you. Your legs shook, quickly falling to the ground on your hands and knees. You could feel his cum start to leak out. "Ah-ah," he said, his fingers pushing his cum back inside. "Stay just like that. He backed away, admiring the mess he made of you.

You turned to look at him, watching as he put his cock away. "Well, isn't there something you need to say?"

"...What?"

He placed a hand on your head. "For breeding your bunny cunt? For taking care of your heat? Come on, what do you say?"

"T-Thank you..." you sputtered out.

"There you go." He started to walk away, "You're welcome."

fun fact this was so sexy to write i had to take a break and goon out fr fr holy SHIT

Your internship had left you with little time for student government, and to your surprise, Rennyn didn't argue with you when you asked to step down from your position.

In fact, everyone seemed surprised he let you go without consequence. Still, he had given you a job, and if stepping down from student government made it easier for you to complete that job, then so be it.

That didn't mean he wouldn't give you shit for it, though.

You felt your phone vibrating against your pocket. When you saw it was Rennyn, you couldn't help but feel compelled to answer. You looked around, getting up and shutting the office door before answering the phone. Even with the door shut, you spoke in a whisper.

"You can't just call me in the middle of the day like this," you hissed through gritted teeth.

"Sure I can. You've nearly been there a week, how's it going?" He responded casually.

"You essentially answered your own question. It's only been a week, that's not enough time."

You could hear him groan through the speaker, "so you've accomplished nothing and left me with all your shit. Why am I not surprised?"

Your absence came at a particularly busy time for student government; right in the middle of the planning for the Dream Festival, the biggest mixer of the Fall semester.

"You said it was fine!"

"Uh, no, that's not what I said. I said you could quit. I didn't say it'd be fine."

"Then…then what the fuck did you mean?"

"You know, for someone in accounting or whatever, your spreadsheets look like shit, by the way. Do you even know what a formula is?"

"That doesn't answer the question!" You struggled to keep your voice down. "I'm not in accounting but yes, I know what a formula is, the fuck is your problem?!"

"Okay fine, whatever. When are you done over there?"

"Five, why?"

"Don't go to the station, I'll pick you up there."

"What? What are you-"

Before you could inquire further, he hung up.

You let out a heavy sigh, staring back at your computer screen. You looked at the clock: 2:00 PM. There were still dozens of memos and notes to go over, yet you found yourself looking forward to 5:00 a little more than before.

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Sure enough, he was parked on the street right at 5:00. He was an ass, but at least he was punctual.

He rolled down the window as you walked towards his car. "Hey, get in."

You stopped in front of the door. "I don't know, are you going to drug me again?"

"For fucks sake, don't just say that out loud!" He hissed, rolling his eyes. "Just get in the fucking car."

You grinned, walking over to the door and stepping inside. He looked you up and down, then smiled before silently beginning to drive.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said with a quiet laugh, unable to hide the smile on his face.

"Come on, what's so funny?"

"It's nothing, really." It was very easy to tell he was lying.

"Rennyn," you playfully slapped his arm, "tell me."

"You just…" he stopped at a red light, looking back at you. "You look so stupid."

You had been dressing well the entire week, wearing something a bit nicer than business casual; today you were in a blazer and pencil skirt, a button-down shirt, and a tied up scarf around your neck. You thought you looked fine.

"What? What do you mean?"

"You look like a high school principal. But it's cool."

You looked down at the busy city streets. "…where are we going?"

"My family is having a party tonight, and lucky for you, you're invited."

You grinned, "and who exactly is inviting me?"

He rolled his eyes, "you're my associate, duh. It's not like last time, this is more…professional, I guess. Like my family and people that work for them. Think classy."

"Well, I think I look pretty classy already."

He snickered, "yeah, we'll call it that. Just don't be weird."

"Does weird include fucking your dad? Or is that different?" You laughed.

You figured enough time had passed for the incident to be alright to joke about. Yet the expression on Rennyn's face made it clear you were wrong.

He kept his eyes on the road, quiet. "Don't bring that up."

"I mean yeah, I wasn't going to bring it up there. Do you really think I'm that stupid?"

"I meant don't bring it up in general. Ever. Got it?" His voice was stern, frighteningly calm as his lips pursed into a frown. The car was quiet enough for you to hear his heavy breathing as he gripped onto the steering wheel.

"Yeah, I got it," you mumbled. The rest of the car ride was just as quiet.

It was only when you saw your college campus approaching did he speak up. "We're stopping at my place. I need a few things." His tone was still flat, almost emotionless.

"That's fine." You responded awkwardly, hoping he'd get over it soon.

'He's acting like he didn't have some stripper bouncing on his lap. The jealousy was cute at first, but now he's just being a dick.'

He parked the car before you walked to his apartment. To your surprise, he held the door open for you.

"After you," he said with a slight smile. Maybe he was starting to perk up a bit.

You smiled back at him, "thanks." You walked in front of him, and quickly felt his hand grab the back of your neck.

You let out a gasp, feeling a sudden warmth move from your neck to the top of your head. The heat rose, growing hotter and hotter. You felt like you were about to pass out.

Your eyes forced themselves shut. You were met with darkness, the world around you having disappeared. It was as if you had died, feeling your body still present but unable to move it. Unable to control it. Simply a vessel as the world continued to spin.

Then, you were awake again.

You were in Rennyn's room. Only this time, the room was surrounded by a pink haze, the air having a sweet scent to it. Everything felt…good. Calm. There was nothing to worry about.

"Strip."

Rennyn's voice. Not in your ear, but in your mind.

You obeyed, starting to take off your clothes. Why? You weren't sure. As you took off each part of your outfit, you felt as if you were watching yourself from afar, your body moving on its own accord, your mind nothing more than a bystander.

Even when you were completely naked, the air didn't feel cold, the warmth from when he first touched your neck lingering.

He sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard before undoing his belt and taking his cock out. Immediately, your mouth began to water, the heat intensifying between your legs.

He smiled, starting to stroke his cock slowly. "You want it, don't you?"

"Yes sir." Your response was nearly instantaneous, not even giving yourself a moment to think before opening your mouth.

"Hmm…touch yourself for me. Sit in front of me, and touch yourself."

You sat down on the bed, spreading your legs before starting to play with your pussy. You didn't question it, you just did it. You stared back at him as your fingers brushed against your clit, your breath hitching as you kept your eyes on him.

"Good. Good girl," he cooed, addressing you as if you were a small animal. He continued to jerk himself off, "do you know who you belong to?"

You hesitated, but the answer came to you quickly. "You."

"That's right. Maybe you really do know it all," he grinned. "Now, come here," he said, beckoning you closer. You crawled towards him, resting your head on his lap, his cock right next to your face. He cupped your face in his hand, "I think this might be the prettiest you've ever looked."

You couldn't help yourself, your body moving own its own. You started to lick the base of his cock, but he quickly moved your head away.

"Ah-ah, not yet, sweetheart. You just need to tell me a few more things."

Your mouth was still hanging open, your tongue dangling out your mouth. This might've been the nicest he had ever been to you.

"Good. Patience," he said as he pet your head. "Now…you'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?"

You nodded.

"Lie for me? Steal for me?"

You nodded.

"Whore yourself out for me?"

You nodded.

"Kill for me?"

You nodded.

"How sweet." He leaned down and kissed your head. "You love me, don't you?"

You nodded, nothing more than a dog being taught new tricks.

"Say it. Say that you love me."

"I love you."

He petted your head again, "good girl. Now," he pulled your head up, moving it closer to his cock. "Suck."

You opened your mouth wide, licking the base of his cock up and down.

"Oh, you can do better than that," he commanded, still keeping up the sickly sweet tone of voice.

You opened your mouth, taking his entire length down your throat. He let out a moan, relaxing before placing both hands on your head, gently moving you up and down.

Your spit coated his cock, covering your lips. Your mouth was getting sore, but you didn't care. You gleefully let him use your mouth, unsure of how much time had passed when he pulled you off of him.

"Now, fuck yourself on my cock."

You climbed ontop of him, your pussy soaking wet. You sunk down onto his cock with ease. Despite his command, he grabbed your hips, fucking into intensely.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he moaned through gritted teeth. He pulled you closer, kissing you deeply as his hands grabbed your ass. You felt your tongue against his, his grip against you tightening as he fucked you even harder.

He eventually moved you onto your back, pushing your legs behind your head. It was clear he was losing control, feverishly thrusting in and out of you. Like this, you felt him so much deeper, the tip hitting your g-spot over and over.

You were in heaven. Nothing could feel better than this. You were his toy, his plaything, and you loved it.

His breaths grew quicker and quicker, and soon enough he pulled out of you. He positioned his cock back in front of your face, cumming all over you.

And then, the darkness returned.

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You woke up in Rennyn's bed. Your head felt fuzzy, the back of your neck unusually warm.

What happened? When did I fall asleep?

Everything felt…off. You sat up, and were immediately hit with a wave of diziness. The last thing you could remember was getting out of the car to walk to Rennyn's apartment.

"Oh, hey."

Walking out of the bathroom was Rennyn, dressed much nicer than even his usual ensemble. A button-up shirt, a tie, a vest; it looked far more classy than the typical business casual you were used to.

"You okay? You seemed kinda out of it, earlier."

"I…" his concern immediately caught you off guard. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm, I'm okay. What happened?"

"…what do you mean?" He seemed confused.

"Earlier. I, I don't remember falling asleep." You looked down, and you were still in the same outfit you had worn to work, minus the scarf and suit jacket.

"Seriously?" He said with a slight laugh. "I didn't know a desk job could be so debilitating. But you said you weren't feeling well, so you decided to crash out for a bit. Still up for the party?"

Right. The party.

You found yourself stumbling over your words. "Oh. Yeah, just…just give me a minute to get dressed."

"Sure. What you wore to work should be fine, you're not like, my date or anything. Just ditch the scarf, it looks stupid."

"Everything you wear looks stupid," you quickly retorted.

He grinned, "glad to see you're feeling better."

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Huh. No blindfold this time.

He seemed to have finally lightened up as he drove you to his father's house. You watched the city fade away into the background, the towering skyscrapers surrounding your workplace getting smaller and smaller.

The road was empty, barely any other cars in sight across the barren landscape. "So, you're finally going to kill me?" You joked. As soon as the words left your mouth, you worried you might've been right.

He rolled his eyes, a gesture that shouldn't have been comforting, yet put you at ease. "No, not this time. If I was going to kill you, I wouldn't be stupid enough to take my own car."

"Ah, so you'd get a rental?"

You could tell he was trying to hide a smile. "No, dumbass. The rental company would have a record of it."

"Yeah, that makes sense. You should really iron that out then." Perhaps your sense of humor was macabre, but he seemed to enjoy it. You were starting to like the sound of his laugh.

You arrived at the party, and you quickly realized you were underdressed. He was right, it was definitely a different type of party than the last one. No loud music. No drugs. No hookers. Hell, there were even a few kids running around in the yard expansive and well-maintained yard. Yet every woman there was wearing some sort of cocktail dress.

"Oh, god damn it," you groaned.

He looked back at you, confused. "What?"

"You said business casual, this is not business casual!"

"No, I said classy, which…" he looked you up and down. "I think you fit that description."

Never before had you been so pissed off at a compliment. "Yeah, but this is like, formal!" He parked the car, and before you got out, you saw his sister approaching. "Oh, no." You groaned.

You hoped that maybe he'd just ignore her, or keep their interaction short. Instead, Rennyn rolled down the window, sticking his head out. "Ah yes, the cunt of the hour makes her appearance!"

Leona stood in front of his car, looking annoyed, yet maintained her composure. She looked towards you. "Rennyn, get out. You, stay." She pointed.

"The fuck did I do now?" He groaned, rolling up the window before getting out the car. You watched as they began to argue, but was unable to make out what they said, their voices muffled. Yet the car remained on.

Leona then dramatically placed her hand against the car. You felt the car's engine sputter, then suddenly, the sound of an explosion.

While Rennyn looked horrified, Leona looked incredibly smug. She lifted her hand up, a small ball of light floating in her hands. Rennyn raised his voice, now loud enough for you to make out his words.

"YOU JUST BUSTED MY HEADLIGHT, YOU CRAZY BITCH!"

At this point, you got out. Sure enough, glass surrounded the front of car.

"Well, maybe think next time before you rat me out, dick!" She threw the ball of light as hard as she could, then walked away. The ball hit the ground, dissipating into a wave of gold before it disappeared.

"…what was that about?" You asked.

He sighed, "it's…it's a long story. I'll just…figure something out later. It's fine."

While you weren't happy about his sister exploding his headlight, it did mean your outfit was ignored. You'd take the win.

You stepped inside, and immediately were surrounded by strangers, all well dressed and engrossed in their own conversations. You weren't sure what to expect, but held your head high regardless.

Your skills from student government served you well as you talked to his various relatives and associates. You knew how to be polite, how to shake hands, how to make small-talk. He simply introduced you as a friend, an associate that was helping out with networking.

Networking. That was…certainly one way to put it. Throughout the night, you never saw his father. You figured that might've been for the best.

You started to notice a trend as the night went on; almost every person you talked to was incredibly vague regarding their job.

No answers exceeded three words. Marketing. Sales. Management. Human Resources; that one could be taken literally, in this case. Everyone seemed as if they were putting on a front.

All but one person. A person Rennyn didn't seem eager to talk to.

You had been leaning against a wall with a lukewarm glass of wine in your hand, watching the 'party' from afar.

"I hate shit like this," Rennyn mumbled under his breath. "It's all so pointless."

"More pointless than the hookers and drugs at the other party?" You joked.

"Honestly? Yeah. The hookers and drugs are a distraction for the actual shit happening. Meetings and whatnot. All of this is just…a waste of time."

"Spending time with your family?"

"Yeah. I thought if I brought you, everyone would leave me alone, but-"

"Rennyn, who's this you've brought with you?"

Standing in front of you was an Elvish man appearing as polished as fine silver. He wore a custom-tailored suit, his eyes nearly the same shade of wine red as Rennyn's, albeit his complexion a bit darker.

"A friend." Rennyn answered shortly, the same way he had the rest of the night. "Why do you care?"

Despite his harsh words, the man seemed unphased, maintaining his friendly demeanor. "Well, I was just curious." He turned his attention towards you, holding out his hand to shake. "Hi, I'm Elias. I'm Rennyn's older brother."

You knew plenty about his sister. He hadn't ever brought up an older brother. Based on the look on his face, you figured there was a reason why.

You introduced yourself, and out of everyone at the party, Elias was the most open about what he did for his father.

"I'm an attorney, I specialize in business law. Nothing too exciting," he laughed. Still not much detail, but much more jovial and open than others.

With your internship, you found yourself intrigued. "Actually…"

You ended up talking to him for quite some time, and every minute that passed caused Rennyn to look more and more annoyed. Still, you enjoyed the conversation, it equally informative and entertaining. Despite Rennyn's annoyance, you didn't feel a rush to leave.

You were only interrupted when a small child approached, tugging on Elias's sleeve. He appeared to be no older than three, with the same vibrant red eyes as Rennyn and Elias.

"Daddy, when are we leaving?" The child asked, looking up at you with curiosity.

"Oh, we won't be here for too much longer," Elias said, giving him a a pat on the back. "Did you want to say hi?"

He nodded, before turning to Rennyn. "Hi Ren-Ren."

The obvious look of discomfort on Rennyn's face almost made you laugh. He could barely look at the kid. "Hey," he said quickly, his tone flat and emotionless. He didn't even look him in the eye.

The child turned his attention towards you, speaking slowly, as if he had rehearsed each word. "My name's Lukas. I'm three."

He seemed a little shy, but the way he concentrated so hard on speaking correctly made you smile. You introduced yourself to him, leaning down to shake his tiny hand. He seemed elated, smiling and giggling.

His laughter infectious. "Well, it was very nice to meet you Lukas." You said before standing back up.

"Alright buddy, go see mama," said Elias, pointing to a woman on the other side of the room.

Your eyes followed where Elias pointed, and you watched as Lukas walked over to a woman who had to be his mother. Only then, did you notice his mother had been staring at you.

She looked at you with pure terror in her eyes. You weren't sure what you did, or if it was even you that did anything, but she looked horrified.

She quickly picked Lukas up into her arms, then left.

You weren't sure what to make of it. When you turned to look back at Elias, everything seemed normal. "Well," he said, holding his hand out once more. "It was wonderful to meet you. I'm sure our paths will cross again soon." He smiled, then walked back towards his wife, who now appeared completely normal.

You couldn't pinpoint what it was, but something felt…off.

You tried not to think about it too much. You turned your attention back to Rennyn, who looked as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Ren Ren. That's so cute," you teased, laughing."

"If you ever call me that, I will kill you with my bare hands."

Even if he didn't find it funny, you didn't take his threat seriously whatsoever. "Yeah, yeah, sure you will."

You expected a retort. You had become so accustomed to his teasing, your petty arguments were a hobby by now. Yet he was…quiet. Just like before when you joked about his father, he shut down. Only this time, you weren't sure why.

He was still staring at his brother, watching as his sister-in-law knelt down on the ground to help Lukas put on his tiny jacket.

"I…I never knew you had a brother," you said, desperate to break the silence.

"I don't talk to him much," he answered curtly. "If I knew he'd be here, I wouldn't have come. He hasn't come to anything in forever, always tied up with his kid, or whatever."

"He seems nice."

"He's a prick," he spat, looking back at you. "A condescending asshole who thinks he's the smartest motherfucker in the room."

Clearly, a nerve had been struck. You stayed quiet. You observed the family from afar, and his sister-in-law just kept staring at you.

"…his wife, she-"

"Just stop." He cut you off. "I've had enough, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind." He grumbled, beginning to quickly walk away. "Come on, we're leaving," I'm over this.

You didn't argue, following him as he walked through the large house. He led you to a large garage filled with a variety of cars and motorcycles.

The keys to each vehicle hung on a pegboard. He looked over them carefully, before grabbing a set of keys.

"You're just…taking someone else's car?" Sure, driving with a busted headlight wasn't safe, but…

"No. I'm taking Leona's car."

"Oh."

Suddenly, you felt much better. Is it really stealing if the keys are right there?

He unlocked it, the lights to a silver sports car flashing. While you wouldn't normally advocate for stealing his sister's car, you weren't about to protest.

It was clear she hadn't driven it much, the car still smelling new. Rennyn started the drive, and as soon as you were off his father's property, he let out a sigh.

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"…depends on the favor, but-"

"Don't fuck my brother."

"…What?"

"I take back what I said the other day. Fuck whoever you want. Hell, fuck my dad if you really want to. But please." He looked back at you with unfamiliar sincerity. "Don't fuck my brother."

You weren't sure what to say to the strange request. "I…I wasn't planning on it."

He nodded, leaning back and staring at the road ahead. "Good."

It seemed like this drive would be just as awkward as the first.

WE'RE SO BACK

This one took me FOREVER and I was really struggling with some writer's block, but yippee!! I hope you enjoyed it! but holy shit it kicked my ass . i def feel like i know whats happening next tho, teehee! Sorry it took so long, work got so fuckin crazy. Freelancing literally goes from “ooooh I got plany off time” to “AAAAAAH” real fast sometimes

When I first wrote this, I didn't really know who this dude was gonna be, or that he was gonna tie back to my other stories, so other than being a half-elf, not much was mentioned about magic and what not; especially considering the reader in this one isn't able to use magic. But, there's two scenes here that used magic, so that's fun! ;D

Leona using light magic to bust his headlight is iconic. I love her so much. I want her to spit in my mouth. Unrelated, but thought id share.

also, the plotline with his brother was mentioned in his OG story awhile ago. if you wanna spoil yourself, go read that. if you dont, then...don't read that. but if you know...oh boy. yep.

AS ALWAYS THANK U FOR READINGGGGGGGGGG

You were surprised at how much he had allowed you to get away with. Being in heat wasn’t just about sex, and you weren’t sure if he’d understand that; yet as your predicted heat approached, he began to witness behaviors you hadn’t shown to anyone else.

You had built your little nest in your room, the same way you always had. Yet you were already yearning for his scent, knowing what was to come. You had started stealing his shirts and jackets, burying your face in them and adding them to your nest. At first, he didn’t notice a jacket or two missing, but eventually confronted you.

“So this is where they ended up. You can’t just take my fucking clothes,” he had said when he first saw your nest.” He had tried to grab one of them, but was taken aback when you bit his hand in response.

“Alright, fine, whatever, keep it, you little freak.”

And now here you were, lying in bed next to him, surrounded by his scent. He was fast asleep, yet your aching pussy needed to be filled.

For a person that had spent so long tormenting you, he looked…peaceful. You didn’t want to disturb him. Yet you knew the pain wouldn’t go away.

You slipped your hand between your legs, your pussy soaked just from lewd thoughts. They were natural, biological impulses, but that didn’t make them any less dirty.

Never before had someone helped you through your heat. He wore nothing but a loose pair of gray sweatpants, his cock just out of reach. A real cock. Not a toy, but a real cock that could fuck you, could breed you.

That’s what you needed. That was the whole point of your heat. The pain wasn’t going away anytime soon, until you were filled with his cum.

You rubbed your legs together, trying to get some sort of friction, but it was useless. You couldn’t help yourself; you slowly straddled him, carefully keeping your movements as light as possible to not wake him. You positioned your pussy right on top of his cock, slowly grinding your hips back and forth.

The sensation made your heart flutter, rubbing your bare clit against him. You could feel his cock getting hard underneath you, pressing against your folds. It was getting hard to think; all you could comprehend was there was a hard cock underneath you, and you needed to feel it.

Still seeming fast asleep, you moved off of him, immediately noticing the wet spot on his pants. Yet you were so focused on getting fucked, you didn’t care. You pulled back the fabric, his hard cock springing free. You looked back at his face; he stirred for just a moment, then was back to sleep.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock. Quickly, you started sucking on the tip, slowly working your way down. You buried your face in his cock, his scent stronger than ever.

You jumped at the sound of a soft moan. You looked up, and Rennyn was still fast asleep; perhaps he thought it was just a dream.

You couldn’t hold back any longer. You straddled his lap once more, hovering over his cock. You knew you needed to be slow in order to not wake him, but you just couldn’t help yourself, rubbing your clit against the tip. You sunk down onto his cock, feeling every inch as your went cunt took him with ease.

The sense of relief was unlike anything you had ever felt before, a wave of euphoria crashing over your body, your muscles relaxing. Still, you wouldn’t be fully satisfied until his cum flooded your womb.

You knew what you were doing was wrong, slowly bouncing on his cock as you looked down at him, somehow still asleep. Maybe it was the guilt, maybe it was the hormones, but you couldn’t help but start to cry. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you repeated, over and over.

Yet with each apology, you slammed yourself down once more, feeling his cock deep inside you. Your words didn’t change a damn thing about what you were doing, but you couldn’t stop yourself, drunk with pleasure.

A hand firmly gripping your thigh pulled you out of your trance. “What are you doing?”

You looked down, and Rennyn’s eyes were barely open as he looked up at you. You hid your face in your hands, your face hot. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I just-”

He raised a finger to your lips. “Shh. I don’t wanna hear it.” Despite his words, his tone was sweet, a touch of rasp in his voice. His eyes fully opened, glaring up at you as he ran his hands down your waist. “All I want to hear from you is the answer to one question.”

“…what?” You could barely comprehend his words with how fast your head was spinning.

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

“I…I…”

He didn’t let you stutter long. He overpowered you effortlessly, pushing you off of him and forcing your legs open as he stood above you. “You’re a lot of things, but you’re not dumb.”

He quickly spanked your pussy, and you let out a cry in pain, your clit sensitive and stinging.

“Answer the question.”

The pain was intense, nearly knocking the wind out of you as you desperately squirmed under him. “It belongs to-” you were cut off by another cry in pain, and your lack of response earned you another spank.

“Spit it out.”

“It belongs to you. My pussy belongs to you,” you sputtered.

“That’s right,” he smiled, now rubbing small circles across your clit with one hand, and holding you down with the other. “This is my pussy. You don’t get to decide when my cock’s inside you, I do. Understand?”

You nodded your head, biting your lip to keep it from quivering. Yet that wasn’t enough; his hand came down once more, and you recoiled back.

“Answer me!”

“I understand!”

“Good girl,” He moved behind you, and you leaned against his chest. "You're bold, you know that?" he spoke slowly, massaging your clit as you squirmed under his arms. "First you ask me to help you with this," he slipped a finger inside you. "I almost didn't believe you when you first asked. But really, I knew you'd come back for more. They always do." A second finger, both now moving in and out of you.

He leaned close, whispering in your ear. "Then you started being even more of a brat than I thought possible. Stealing my clothes, biting me, whining all day and night long about how needy you are. I guess I underestimated just how badly you needed it."

He moved his spare hand towards your breast, squeezing it and pinching your nipple. You let out a moan, your breasts heavy and sensitive; you were ready to be bred, after all. "Then you needed it so bad you just had to wake me up. You didn't even ask." The sensation quickly overwhelmed you, milk slowly dripping from your nipple onto his hand. "See? This is what you wanted." He continued groping you as he spoke. "Your body wants me."

He pushed his fingers into your mouth, forcing you taste your own milk while he fingered you faster and faster with his other hand, curling his fingers. "You knew what you were asking for." He let out a quiet laugh, "you don't just want me to fuck you. You want me to own you. To knock you up. To ruin your pathetic little life and do nothing but fill you with my cum. You don't need dreams. You don't need aspirations. All you need is right here."

You moaned onto his fingers, feeling yourself tighten against him. You were going to cum at any second, the pressure building fast. He pulled his fingers out just as you were about to cum, and he pushed you onto your hands and knees.

Your legs were trembling, your orgasm ruined as he positioned himself behind you. He ran his fingers up and down your pussy, “remember, you wanted this.” He gripped your hips tightly, “you asked for this.”

He quickly thrust inside you, your pussy eager to feel him once more. Yet this time, you weren’t in control. He pushed your face down into the bed, smacking your ass as he fucked you. “Despite everything…I’ll give you what you want. Even if you’re a brat.”

It didn’t take long to feel yourself getting close again, your ass shaking with each thrust. His cock pushed deep inside you, pressing against your cervix.

He pulled your bunny ears back, forcing you to look up at him. “Come on, beg for my cum,” he said in a breathy tone.

“Please!” You cried out, “I need it! I need you to breed me!”

He leaned to whisper in your ear once more. “I’d love to see your pretty little face covered in my cum. Or those fat tits. But because I’m so nice, I’ll cum in your pussy. As many times as I want, until I’m done with you.”

You let out another moan, your pussy pushing him out as you came, dripping onto the bed.

“No, no,” he mumbled under his breath, forcing his cock back inside as your juices covered his cock. “Keep it inside. We just started.”

Even though you had just cum, he kept going. Your entire body shook, inadvertently pushing yourself further back on his cock. “Just like that, fuck yourself on my cock. Work for it.”

You followed his directions, your face hot, barely able to stay concentrated with how much pleasure you felt. Yet you couldn’t go fast enough, your mind distracted. He grabbed your arms and held you back, once again taking control.

“Come on, be grateful,” he said as he held you as deep as he could, slamming into you as his breaths became more ragged. “Say thank you. Say thank you for my cum.”

“T-thank you!” You mumbled.

He slapped your ass, “louder.”

“Thank you! Thank you for your cum!”

His cock twitched, and you felt his seed spray deep inside you. He kept you held back, making sure none of his cum was wasted.

He pulled out of you, and he motioned for you to face him. You turned around, and he grabbed your head, moving it towards his wet cock. You licked it eagerly, tasting yourself on him as he caught his breath.

To your surprise…he was already hard again.

You looked up at him, and he gently petted your hair. “You didn’t think that’d be it, did you? I’m not done with you yet.” He pulled your head off of him, “now lay down.”

You were in for a long night.

Sorry for the shitty ending lowkey I got too lost in the sauce and was like uhhhh