#sub!hsr

it all gets thrown out when you go radio silent one day. no phone calls, no notifications, no messages or hell, letters. just silence. worried sick, they make their way over to your house, using the spare key you gifted them and stepping inside to a dark and messy home. blinds closed shut, home miserable and, were those claw tears in the back of the couch?

feeling their guts churning with the desire to run away, they call out your name under their breath, akin to a whisper. when receiving no response, they call out again, feeling like they want to run away as they think of their choices. only a one step deeper into your messy home and their vision was swimming, being slammed down onto the floor as something hisses above them before it trails off into a low laugh. dazed, they open their eyes to find… you. except, it wasn’t really you. glowing slitted eyes, wide smile and a sense of danger

“fresh prey, walking straight into my grasp. must be my lucky day…” even your voice sounded weird, as if two people were talking at the same time. one, your normal voice and the other more high pitched. like how some creatures’ voice becomes higher pitched to mimic others and lure prey into their grasp. like… a monster

they tried to flee, to talk sense into you, fear and desperation tugging at their heart as their words trail off into a terrified whimper when your jaws open just a little bit wider, slits appearing at the sides as a long forked tongue runs over knife like sharp fangs before closing again. this felt like a nightmare, something they never really thought of happening before. they could only look away, tears stinging in their eyes when your clawed, stretched fingers tear off a piece of their shirt’s neck area open, thinking that you will tear them apart like how you just did with their clothes just now

a shy monsterfucker who lets out a yelp when they feel a wet feeling on their neck, something long and wet slithering over the skin as if softening the flesh there. despite the fear churning their stomach, they couldn’t help but whine out as their body suddenly started to feel hot. so needy and pathetically hard and wet in their pants like a hormonal teenager as they stare at your long tongue. even as you laugh at the flushed look on their face and make some demeaning remark, all they could do was stare

and to their own horror, they let out a fucking moan when your sharp fangs bite down on the same place you just licked at, head thrown back onto the floor as a loud plea for more falls from their lips. pleas of biting their neck more, tear their flesh apart with your fangs, clench down those strong jaws, absolutely ruin them to your own pleasure. they didn’t get it, wasn’t it supposed to hurt? at least, from all the movies and books, but no, it felt good. even as their blood gets drawn out and your canines dig into their flesh, tearing the skin apart, all they could do was moan out loud like a desperate harlot. mind muddled and body twisting to weakly hump at your knee between their legs, even as your jaws let go of their neck and licked the wounds close, they could only whimper at the loss of the feeling

the next morning, they woke up in your bed, surrounded in comfort and soft beddings. was… last night a dream? were they imagining it all? a wet dream?

their confused brain stops whirring question and theory after one another as the door to the room opens, you stepping in with a cup of steaming hot tea in your hand and a plate of some fruits cut into small pieces in the other. looking just fine and normal, no fangs, no blood, no strange slits at the corner of your mouths, no long slithering tongue, just a normal [name], albeit a tiny bit worried. so it was all just a wet dream…

since that day and that strangely realistic dream that the shy monsterfucker thought they had, it became a bit hard for them to look you in the eye and hold a normal conversation. they were fucking embarrassed, hell ashamed even, by their own thoughts that conjured up such image of you in their own sleep. they always knew you gave off an eerie, not-so-very-human vibes but even then, imagining you as a goddamn vampire who saw them as your prey was... a little bit too much. they didn't even found vampires attractive, but if you were to somehow magically turn into one, maybe they wouldn't mind it much. of being your bloodbag, your sweet prey, your willing sacrificial lamb that you toy and flaunt like a trophy pet

shy monsterfucker who gets too sexually frustrated easily ever since that one specific dream, always staring into your mouth whenever you're looking away and talking or laughing, hoping to see a glimpse of an unusually sharp fangs. who think they do indeed see something and immediately lets out a quiet whimper, thighs squishing and rubbing together as that one dream plays out in their mind again. who excuses themselves from the hang out earlier so they can go home under the guise of a "not feeling very good today", when in reality they would be touching themselves again that night, humping their pillows with pathetic broken moans of your name. sometimes, when feeling bolder, they would say the same pleads they did in their dream, asking you to bite them as they throw their heads back, neck free and pristine. if they shut their eyes tight and imagined hard enough, they could remember the phantom feeling of your slithered tongue running over their skin. humping at their pillow harder with a broken sob of your name as their body shakes, soiling their pillow case with their own cum again for the nth time in the last 2 days, changing it once more

they didn't get it, they usually had just a normal amount of sex drive, who barely got horny unless they were intoxicated or something. this newfound sexual frustration was weird to them. new and scary with the ways it left their body all hot and bothered just by looking at you. staring, waiting and gulping down saliva to wet their throat as their mind goes to the gutter. imagining your clawed hands trailing over their bare skin, maybe leave a few small cuts if you feel like it, hold over their hips a bit too tightly to leave a bruise, bite at their porcelain skin. would you make them your personal bloodbag if they acted good and begged hard enough?

shy monsterfucker who gets caught, mind too fuzzy with filthy thoughts as they moaned out your name into their pillows as you invite yourself inside their home with a bag of fresh fruits that you bought for them to get better, the spare key they gifted you in your hand. who didn’t knew they were caught, thinking of it as simply one of their imaginations again as they see you standing on the doorway to their room, leaning on the doorframe with a low hum

“i knew i used too much calming saliva on you” you say out loud, only getting a broken whimper of your name as their fingers curl inside their hole, tired and confused. vampires had a special aphrodisiac like mixture in their saliva that they used to calm their prey before feasting and to their bad luck, you have accidentally used an excessive amount when you drank from them few days ago

“[n-naameee]♡︎ ahck t-touch me! touch me, please♡︎…?” they cried out, hearts swirling in their pupils, face flushed to the tips of their ears as they whined out deliriously with an open mouth. a sweet prey, right in your grasp. since you were the one to cause it, it would only be right to fix your mistakes right? cooing out words of faux comfort, you step over their sweat clung body, taking in the way they looked so out of it. all wet and hard, too dazed to even say your name properly

shy monsterfucker who immediately lets out a squeal when your fingers push into their hole, while their own fingers were inside too! please be gentle, at least let them get their own fingers out first? who only could let out a broken sob when they could feel how deep your fingers curled inside them, feeling the way your fingers stretched and fucked their pathetic hole open easily. they were nothing but just a weak sex toy for you, a meager little bunny whose legs twitched and shook every time the pads of your fingers jabbed at that bundle of nerves inside them, squeaking like the precious little thing they were

“baahn—! aangh ah haang buh-bite..?” they asked, teary eyes staring up at you with so much love and lust as their wet lashes flutter against their red cheeks. “b-bite me♡︎..? aamh haah i... i’ve been such a go-ooddd♡︎♡︎ good bloodbag for yoouu♥︎!!” they blabber on, arm wrapping around your shoulder as they try to pull you down to their neck. the bite mark of a few days earlier already gone and healed thanks to your healing saliva. you could just hear the thrumming of fresh red liquid from under their skin, heart beat loud and erratic like a war-drum, begging you to tear them apart

shy monsterfucker who lets out the loudest moan, breaking down into pathetic blabbers of gratitude and pleads for more as you gave in to the instincts to feed. back arching up from the bed so prettily, soft chest against your own, a rapid beating heart under their own skin that you could feel against your cold, still one. shy monsterfucker who lets out a filthy squeal, tightening around your fingers as they cum on your hand, soiling it as the tears that built up in their heart pupil eyes finally fall down

shy monsterfucker who begs for a kiss, asking for your lips to be against their own. who lets out a cute muffled sob when you do just as they asked, tasting the metallic taste of their own blood on your lips before something long slithers down their throat. long and wet with a thicker textured saliva coating it, being pushed into their mouth, forcing their jaws open as they choke of their own moan as you continue to torture that tender spot inside their tight hole. gagging as your tongue slithers down their throat, feeling the way their adam’s apple feels a little bit wider due to how deep you showed your tongue inside their mouth

shy monsterfucker who could only cum dry, into your hands, tired and body aching due to their constant actions to try and relieve their sexual frustration. mouth left open, swollen lips wet with your mixed salivas that connect your faces just a little bit longer as your forked tongue comes slithering back out. eyes all hazy, nearly shut close with how low lidded they were. you would have mistaken them for unconscious if it weren’t for the weak whimper of a “mmghh—! s-shoo goowd♥︎ t-tongue... wan’ your tongue inside meegh♡︎♡︎” as they weakly wiggled their hips

shy monsterfucker who watches as you seemingly easily manhandle their body so you could do as they nicely asked, their strong body meaning nothing to you. who watches with their hands on the pillows by their head, neck painted a saccharine red that you loved, lust heavy eyes staring at you as a few tears fall from them. who lets out a broken sob as they see the way your jaws open a bit too wide, slits appearing at the edges of your lips to make it easier for your long tongue to come out. like a snake, it licks at their inner thighs, bloodied fangs leaving cuts on the tender flesh there as their legs violently trembled in your grasp

shy monsterfucker who chokes on their moans, head getting thrown back as your tongue pushes past their tight walls, eagerly humping your face as much as their shaking body could allow, feeling the way your tongue reached deep inside them — more than any meager sex toys or dildos ever could, twisting their insides. wailing out “guhhckk♥︎♥︎! s-sho deEEHNGK♡︎ y-your tongue— f-fuckinnh aanh nyah♥︎!! fuckinng my guts! aah ngaah—♥︎!” as they felt the way your tongue moved back and forth inside their hole, claws digging into their legs and thighs to keep them in place, forcing them to keep their legs open. who blabbers drunkenly about their mind melting, mushing up their words as they slur your name before fucking squirting. shrill noise between a moan and a squeal falling from their swollen lips before losing consciousness

shy monsterfucker who will most definitely ask you to bite them again the next time they wake up

you cooed at the man, listening to his sobbed moans while your hand travelled until you were squeezing his ass. his knees slid further spread as you did, still shaking from the intense sensations. "i don’t know, honey. do you think you deserve it after what you did?"

your poor darling practically cried from that, letting out a broken sob as he used his hands on your shoulders to pull himself further up your lap, further against you. he nodded his head hesitantly, "y-yes. you've been edging me for s-so long..." he pouted, pushing his bottom lip out in hopes you'd take pity on him.

"mmmm," you hummed, your hands sliding up and down his sides slowly, "has it been that long?" you teased, tilting your head at him like you truly had no idea that it had been 40 minutes of your brutal edging.

"mommy!!" he whined, the word spilling out easily this time as a product of his frustration and desperation. he thrust his hips against your lap, burying his face in your shoulder as he started to cry again.

you bit back a laugh, smiling with amusement at your adorable darling. he was so sweet like this, yet so bratty at the same time. it was almost endearing. and he was so cute every time he was broken down to a shaky, pathetic, mess in your lap--so distressed even though he knew you were the only one who could make him feel better when it was all over. you were the only one who could save him from his torture.

your thumb turned the vibrator up before returning your hand to his hip. "maybe, you can cum this time. if you promise not to do it again." you whispered, stopping him from grinding his leaking dick against you by holding his hips. he knew if he reached down to touch himself then the whole process of his punishment would restart for god knows how long.

"i promise. i promise." he chanted, the words coming out as soft, breathy moans as he pressed gentle kisses to your neck.

you slid one arm around his lower back, holding him firmly against you while your other hand slid down to his ass and squeezed, squishing the plump fat and making him writhe.

with his whispered chants continuing in your ear and his hips trying desperately to push against your ironclad hold, you felt enough pity on your dearest to move your hand from his ass to his untouched dick that had been screaming for attention. your sympathetic fingers grazed his tip which was covered in pre-cum, making him scream against your shoulder. "mmmmm~ AH! AHHHH~!" you shushed him with a soft laugh and he took to biting down on your shoulder to muffle himself, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"shhhh, baby. you feel good?" you asked in a soft tone, whispering to him and making him nod with a muffled hum against you, his mouth still on your flesh.

"mhmmmm." his arms held you tighter, like your body was the only thing keeping him grounded from the vibrator and your hand slowly sliding down his throbbing hardness. he felt like he could burst any second now, having been denied pleasure for so long. but, part of him was still terrified that if he came without you explicitly telling him it was okay, you'd punish him again.

he whimpered against you, pulling his mouth away from your shoulder just enough to speak, a strand of saliva keeping you both connected as he asked, "c-can... can i? please?"

you turned your head to look at him, finding his dark blush, tear-streaks, and disheveled-ness absolutely adorable. "hm? can you what, darling?" you asked, your hand slowly moving up and down his cock in a languid motion while the vibrator nestled deep inside him buzzed.

he looked embarrassed suddenly, like the thing he had been begging for for so long suddenly seemed to crude to utter to you directly. after a moment of staring at you and wishing he could just telepathically send you what he wanted, his body couldn't take it anymore and he looked down at his lap, seeing you stroking him and blushing even more if that was possible. "...cum." he confessed so quietly you would've thought it was the wind if it wasn't for how his pretty, wet lips moved.

you kissed him, softly, slowly, enough to make him whine again and chase you when you pulled back. "you can cum, baby."

he would've been thrilled if it wasn't for the way you pulled your hand away from him. his eyes watered again and he looked like an abandoned puppy, even though he was still safely sitting on your lap.

"what? it's your punishment. you can do it yourself, can't you, sweetheart?"

thinking about jing yuan and how he looks like someone who has an oral fixation..

jing yuan’s someone who takes sips of his tea to delay answering questions, someone who keeps the paper straw long after he’s finished with the drink and the paper gets soggy.

it’s no secret he likes warmer food. the soft burn of the wine, steeped tea, boiled milk, and so on, makes him feel comforted after a day of work— and that just covers the liquids.

which is why he dreams of you, another cloud knight on the never-ending list of people. it’s not that he doesn’t appreciate your efforts, he does. but anybody else could do the same work as you. they really could and jing yuan will still find ways to get himself off on the thought of you.

so eager to help, so quick to run into action, how could a good general like him let it go unnoticed? he observes everyone equally, thank you very much (even as he finds himself unconvinced of his own lies).

can you blame him? he hardly gets any breaks, there’s someone or the other nagging after him to do his fair share of the piled paperwork. then he once saw you outside of your usual uniform, enjoying your day off by sampling street food on the luofu with someone else. probably close to you.

and he— he’s also a guy with needs!

sure he might not seem like it, being well put together and composed, if not lazy.

but he wants it. badly. wants to know what sounds you’ll make if he were to kiss your neck, suck on your throat or if you’d push him down between your legs to keep his smart mouth occupied.

it’s fitting, he thinks, how much he’d like to repay you for the kindness. it’s also selfish.

jing yuan wants to suck your cock. kiss the tip. lick the shaft slowly. throat your entire length in one go.

you can keep him there for hours for your pleasure. and he’d take it because his mouth is stuffed full, his dick neglected but he’s praised until his head gets dizzy from it. he has thought all about it at night with his fist on his cock while biting his pillow, not with the intentions of muffling his sounds because he wants you to know he moans prettily. he’s just naturally better than the person you were with, and better than everyone else. he knows what is good for you (his company) and who is good for you (him).

he has to pretend he’s composed the next day and the day after that whenever you’re nearby or he might just say that he’s been thinking of your cock while having his own fingers pressing his tongue to occupy the empty space. because it’s not enough.

he has inappropriate questions to ask you, such as: what do you taste like? would you please make him choke on your cock if he’s not able to take it? would you let him cum untouched (it is embarrassing but he definitely can)? use him by pushing his head forward, tug his hair, be mean about it or all three? and would that person who was with you do it better than him? obviously not. he’s not a general for nothing. he’s served a fleet for over seven centuries, a person is no big deal.

he knows he’d look pretty, drooling on your cock with his eyes tearing up and lips glossy with spit and precum.

but for now, flimsy straws and teacup rims will keep him busy.

jing yuan’s still waiting for the right time to take advantage of the admiration in your eyes for him. the same eyes he wants on him when you find out he’s been this depraved for you. the same eyes he wants on him when he’s taking your cock.

You’re entirely focused on the story’s conclusion until you reach the last words and blink out of the daze you’ve been in for the past… three hours? You glance at the digital clock on the nightstand, disbelievingly at first, then softly close the book. It’s past midnight, you hadn’t planned to finish it tonight and you’re surprised you managed to get through the end without getting interrupted. The day’s fatigue accumulates at the corner of your eyes. For a minute, you sit in the bed, simply taking in the book you just read. It left you somewhat unsatisfied, you’re not a fan of the protagonists walking different paths after spending most of the story working to reunite with each other. It reminds you of the Astral Express, of the bonds you’ve forged with the Nameless; the thought of one day separating from them saddens you. You know each of them have a road to follow but they’ve become family over the years, that also goes for Stelle, who’s the team’s newest addition.

As you reflect on your book, you realize— a little late— that you’re alone in the cabin. The spot beside you is untouched as it was this morning, not a crease on the clean pillows. You frown. Himeko must still be working on the train, even after telling you it wouldn’t be long and that she’d be ready for bed before you could finish another chapter. You don’t care about her not fulfilling her word, concern swells in your chest instead because it’s the third day this week where she’s slept past one in the morning, too preoccupied with making sure the Express runs smoothly. She easily forgoes rest to prioritize her work, and while you’re all grateful for her dedication, you wish she would not consider herself second best.

You lift the comforter off your body and step into your slippers. You stretch your arms over your head as you make your way to the door, softly sliding it open. The train car is quiet, only a low whirring sound can be heard from the archive room, the familiar noise relaxing you. The lights are dimmed, never completely shut in case of emergency. You walk down the corridor to reach the parlor. The door slides open and you hear soft murmurs of conversation as you step into the parlor, blinking a couple times to adjust to the bright lights. Himeko is seated on one of the large couches, discussing something with Pom-Pom, and doesn’t hear you come in. The conductor does since they’re facing you, but they only nod pensively at whatever Himeko is saying.

You cross your arms over your chest and wait, leaning on the wall. It gives you the chance to admire your pretty girlfriend; her coat is discarded somewhere on the train, leaving her shoulders bare, and from this angle you can pinpoint the few dispersed moles on her shoulder blades while the rest are hidden by her silky, red hair. Her face is bare of any makeup, long lashes brushing her cheeks with every blink and plump, pink lips you can’t help but stare at. You can almost smell her signature perfume if you concentrate long enough, it’s usually mixed with a strong coffee aroma to create a scent specific to her. Himeko is a refreshing sight no matter the hour of the day.

You don’t mind waiting for her to notice you, not wanting to interrupt her conversation. She eventually does when she gestures to the phonograph, eyes glossing over you for a second before she turns back to Pom-Pom, then head whirling back to you as she registers your presence in the room. Himeko smiles softly at you, waving in greeting, and you return it easily. You can’t really hear what they’re saying because of how low they’re talking, only snippets and words that make no sense out of context. After another minute where you assume the conversation is getting wrapped up, Himeko stands from the couch and bids the conductor goodnight. She walks over to you and reaches for your hand the moment she’s close enough, fingers lacing with yours.

“You’re still up?” Himeko asks, her thumb absentmindedly rubbing your skin.

“Mhm. I finished my book.”

“Oh, dear, I’m sorry. I had to fix a couple things, then Pom-Pom wanted to share their thoughts on something, I lost track of time. You shouldn’t have waited.”

Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek for an instant before lowering down your bicep. Himeko is always touching you in some way, whether it’s with a palm on your lower back or her fingertips tracing shapes into your forearm. She does it unconsciously, you noticed. It warms you to think that her body seeks yours out whenever you’re in the same room.

“It’s nothing,” you say, “I’m more concerned about you.”

“Me?”

“You’ve been sleeping later and later recently. Are you okay?”

Something gleams in Himeko’s eyes at the worry lacing your words. Her gaze softens like it often does when she looks at you and a small smile grows on her lips, squeezing your hand once.

“Of course. There’s always something to do on the Express, is all. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’ll always worry about you.”

You see appreciation on her face. Himeko leans forward to press a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips. Her hand tugs you along as she opens the parlor door and begins to walk towards her cabin.

“Come on, let’s go to bed.”

You let her lead you to her room. It’s in the same state you left it, but it feels warmer with her here. You settle onto the bed as Himeko rummages around for the gown she sleeps in and unashamedly take in the curves of her body as she undresses. She shoots you an amused look that has you smiling innocently, pulling the gown over her head and smoothing out her hair. She joins you, lays down against the pillows and wraps her arms around you to gently pull you into her. You inhale slowly into her neck. One hand strokes your hair and you sigh softly at the same time Himeko makes a noise of contentment. A comfortable silence stretches between you for a moment, broken only by the reassuring sound of the Express in the background. You sneak an arm around her waist to hold her tighter.

“I love having you like this…” Himeko murmurs with a slow exhale. “I look forward to it every night.”

You hum, nuzzling into her. Your reply is slightly muffled, “You do so much in a day. You deserve to feel this relaxed more often.”

“Sometimes I don’t know how you have the energy to deal with me.”

“What are you talking about?”

Himeko sighs again, and her hand trails down your back in soothing motions. “You're so understanding with me, indulging me when I need it. You're always there, even when I don't know I need something, you give me the help I need. You don’t mind me working late so often; you have… so much patience for me.”

You pull away from her to look her in the eyes, brows furrowed in confusion. “Himeko, you’re the sweetest, most reliable person alive. How could I not be patient with you?”

She laughs quietly and cups your cheek. Her lidded eyes are full of affection as her thumb caresses your skin.

“You and your sweet words. It's hard not to believe them when you say them with such a sincere tone.”

“That’s because they’re true.”

Himeko brings you close with a hand on the back of your neck. Her lips meet yours in a tender kiss and your eyes shut in bliss at the feeling of her mouth moving against yours. She’s soft and warm and loving, keeping you in place until she’s had her fill and lets you lean back to catch your breath. You rest your foreheads together, noses brushing. Himeko’s hands travel up your body, from your hips to your waist and back down in steady touches, enjoying the feel of your curves. You plant gentle kisses on her jaw and almost feel her melt under you.

“You deserve every ounce of kindness…” your lips trail up to the apple of her cheek, “every show of appreciation…” you kiss her forehead then descend to the bridge of her nose; it scrunches up slightly with her growing smile, “and affection that comes your way.” You press another languid kiss to her lips.

Himeko’s gaze shows only adoration when you pull away to look at her, breathing a little heavier. Her lips are parted ever so slightly, her hands squeezing your waist. You swipe some hair out of her face as your palm rests on her cheek. Any fatigue you previously felt disappears at the sight of her under you like this, looking up at you with such admiration. It still feels a bit unreal, for someone so good to stare at you this way, it makes you believe that perhaps you too are deserving of others’ love.

You lean closer, the tip of your nose grazing hers, voice soft and eyes fluttering shut. “If you’re still in doubt, I could show you, if you’d like.”

Himeko’s smile turns teasing as your hand slips under her nightgown to slide up her knee. She pretends to think about it.

“Mmm… That depends on how you plan to do that.”

“Well, I have a few ideas… They all include you whimpering for me.”

Her chuckle makes you smile.

“Whimpering? You’re confident.”

“With reason, I assure you.”

Himeko welcomes your mouth on hers with enthusiasm, one of her hands curling around your nape. You’ve learned how to make her so dizzy with need that she’s entirely at your mercy, and it starts with the gentle swipe of your tongue over her bottom lip. Her lips part wider to deepen the kiss and you feel her fingers tighten their hold on your neck. Her tongue slides over yours, accustomed to your taste and still so breathless, while you rub her thigh. She hums low against your mouth as you try your best to adjust your position above her without breaking the kiss. Your thigh lodges itself between hers, feeling them clench once before relaxing into the bed.

Himeko is easy to please; loving touches up her torso to her chest makes her gasp softly, your tongue past her lips has her pulling you closer, and the slight pressure from your thigh between her legs is enough for her breathing to stutter. You kiss down her jaw to her neck and she tilts her head to make herself more accessible to your mouth. You know which spot makes her sigh in pleasure and which causes her to jerk her hips into your touch. You suck on her pulse point, humming at the fingers that tangle themselves in your hair at the gesture. The skin of her throat reddens and you lick it to soothe the pain before pulling away from her completely.

You sit up, gazing down at the flush of her cheeks and the rise of her chest. The square neckline of her nightgown gives you a tantalizing view of her cleavage. You bring a hand to touch the mole over her right breast, index finger massaging the flesh around it.

“So beautiful you are,” you say absentmindedly, pulling her clothes down with your free hand to watch how her breasts spill from their confines.

Himeko bites her lip in anticipation. The obvious desire in her gaze spurs you on, and you take handfuls of her heavy breasts to fondle them. The friction of your warm palms on her hardening nipples has her fingers sinking into the sheets. You twist a pink nipple between two fingers, delighting in the quiet moan that follows. Himeko’s breasts are so pliable, so plush, you can’t help lowering your mouth to one and sucking it like a pacifier. Her nipple puffs up under your wet tongue and you swallow a sound of pleasure at the feeling. Your teeth graze the soft skin of her breasts and leave faint marks across her chest everywhere they go. Her breasts shine with a thin coat of saliva when you finally separate yourself from them, and Himeko’s audibly breathing through her mouth, fingers curling around your locks. Her hips seek friction for her pussy by pressing into your thigh, but it’s not enough to relieve the need between her legs. Her nightgown has risen up to the top of her thighs, barely hiding her damp panties from sight.

You take in your work of art on her chest, the glisten of her puffy nipples and the shades of red on her skin slowly shifting into gorgeous blues and purples. Your thumb circles her sensitive bud as you watch Himeko’s brows quiver in pleasure. She won’t beg you for more, yet, even if what she needs is spelled out on her face.

You hook your fingers under the thin strap of her gown and let it snap against her skin as you let go. “Take it off, princess.”

Satisfaction swirls in your gut when she complies, sliding her arms out of the straps and pulling the material down her waist. You move to allow her to take it off completely and discard it somewhere on the bed, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. Your hands greedily travel up her thighs to her waist, squeezing the soft curves of her love handles along the way. Tiny moles decorate her body from her chest to her inner thigh like final touches on a meticulously painted artwork. Blood runs hot under her skin, adding a little color to the painting that she is. She’s stunning, and she’s yours.

You settle between her legs and prop her knees up to spread her thighs. Himeko grips your hair once more, her favorite, as you knead the flesh of her inner thighs.

“Seriously, Hime,” your eyes are glued to the damp patch on her cotton panties, arousal pooling in your belly, “the Knights of Beauty should be worshiping you.”

Himeko’s breathless laugh turns into a low moan when you use two fingers to rub her lower lips over her underwear, feeling her arousal ruin the material until it sticks to her pussy. You can see the outline of her labia under the fabric and you don’t even have it in you to tease her. Your index pulls her panties aside, revealing her glistening cunt and making you bite your bottom lip in lust. You lean forward to kiss around her labia. The smell of her arousal fills your sinuses and you feel desire tighten your stomach. Himeko urges you closer to her pussy with the hand in your hair, hips jerking towards your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick her leisurely, slithering between her folds and ignoring her twitching clit. You moan into her cunt at the taste of her and Himeko lets out a noise close to a whimper, bucking into you to feel more of your tongue on her pussy.

You quickly tire of keeping her panties at bay, so you waste no time in sliding them down her legs and tossing them on the floor. Her cunt is entirely exposed to you, slick dripping between her ass cheeks. She’s so wet, her clit stands at the ready, waiting for you to wrap your lips around it and suck. You spread her lips with two fingers and lower your mouth to her pussy, licking up her slit like a thirsty kitty.

“Mmngh…” Himeko makes the sweetest noises above you, from breathy moans to quiet whimpers as you work her up, eyes shut in pleasure. Her free hand grabs a fistful of the sheets under her. “Ah… Nnh…”

You tease her entrance with a finger, not quite sliding inside. Your tongue swirls around her aching clit, from base to tip, and you’re rewarded by a poorly restrained moan from your pretty girlfriend. Himeko’s thighs twitch as you lap her up but she finds the strength to keep them spread for you, instead gripping your hair a bit tighter to pull you towards her cunt. A finger tentatively pushes into her pussy to the knuckle and her hips stutter in their steady rocking at the welcomed intrusion. She gets used to the sensation quickly, brows twitching, and you curl the digit to hit a specific spot inside her, a drawn out moan escaping her.

“Nngh…” Himeko whimpers out your name, chest heaving, “m—more…”

You can’t refuse her when she sounds so fucking pretty. You harshly suck her clit, feeling it throb, and push another finger inside her clenching cunt. She squeezes your digits but takes them like a champ, allowing you to plunge deep into her to hit the spongy spot that makes her cry out. You look up at her as she grinds her pussy on the flat of your tongue, lost in pleasure. Her breasts move with every jerk of her hips, her lips are forever parted to let out soft mewls and her creamy skin glows under the lights from the sweat accumulating on her body. The wet sounds of your digits thrusting into her cunt are sinful, they fill the cabin along with Himeko’s barely contained moans. Her belly tightens with need, and she clenches around your fingers with another desperate whimper. You flick your tongue on her engorged clit a few times, drilling into her with a pace you know she likes, hard and fast. Slow, loving touches on her body will turn Himeko on like nothing else but when she gets like this, only thinking about her release, she needs it rough enough to push her over the edge. She meets your efforts halfway and grinds into you, swallowing your fingers further into her wet pussy.

You can tell how close she is by the pitch of her voice; it gets slightly higher with every passing minute you spend with your nose buried into her cunt.

“P–Please—” Himeko babbles, “Let me…”

You find it adorable how the last push she needs is often just the confirmation that she’s allowed to come.

“Come for me, princess.”

Himeko whines, squeezing your fingers tight as she gushes into your mouth. Her cum coats your lips and chin and you lap it up eagerly, moaning at the taste. You clean her up diligently while her thighs threaten to close around your head and her clit throbs with her orgasm. She comes on your tongue with a pretty noise of pleasure and you ease your fingers out of her fluttering pussy to keep her thighs pinned to the mattress. You lick up her slit once, twice, desperate to swallow more of her cum. Himeko inhales sharply when your tongue flicks over her sensitive clit. You know her body inside and out, and so you know that sucking her clit right after an orgasm will make her squirt like she is now, spurts of cum coating your face and her needy cries filling your ears. She makes a mess for you, ruining the sheets under her, until she can’t take it anymore and has to pull you away from her cunt by the hair so she can catch her breath.

You relent, swiping your tongue over your lips and looking up at her with a cocky smirk. Himeko struggles to regulate her breathing, chest heaving and limbs still twitching from the aftershocks. You hover over her to press a gentle kiss to her jaw.

“We really should relax this way more often.”

“You work yourself too hard.”

Your warm, muttered words send a shiver across the skin of Natasha’s nape and the sensation spreads down her back as would a chilling gust of wind, the kind that only appears during Belobog’s most forgiving winters. It leaves goosebumps in its wake that you chase away with the palm of your hands firmly pressing over her shoulder blades, tracing the protruding bones lower down her back before slowly bringing your hands to rest on her shoulders. You hear her soft sigh as you massage her skin and undo knots of long accumulated stress from her muscles. You’re sure her eyes are closed despite being unable to see her.

“I have to,” she replies, her voice just as low, like speaking any louder will disturb the quiet around you.

Your hands run down her arms at an unhurried pace. You love touching her, love the feel of her. It’s a beautiful thing, touch; the warmth of her merging with yours, the particular bumps and wrinkles and stretch marks unique to her can all be felt under your fingertips. You have discovered every crevice, every nook and cranny of her with only your hands. On nights like this one, when the pressure catches up to her, she’s pliable under your touch and all the more enchanting. You bury your nose where her neck meets her shoulder, inhale the scent of the perfumed soap she used in the bath an hour earlier and lace your fingers with hers when your hands end their trek on the sensitive surface of her wrists.

You feel her lean into you a little more when you speak, “One day soon, you’ll be able to take a break without the sky collapsing.”

It’s unfair, though you understand how much the Underworld needs Natasha. She stepped forward when no one else did and naturally took over the responsibility for its citizens’ wellbeing, she is without a doubt an integral part of the small society you built around the mines. She bears this burden with a humble heart and a tired smile. The pride you feel for her goes beyond the Underworld’s dark ceilings, maybe even beyond the white clouds she sometimes tells you about when you question her about the surface. She is a diamond amongst pebbles, wasting her time on even the most worthless of you because she believes that everyone deserves a fighting chance. Her selflessness knows no bounds, and you feel sad. The bags under her eyes get darker every morning. Sleep claims her the minute her pretty hair touches the pillows. You wish she would allow herself some reprieve but Natasha has no self-serving bone in her body. She can’t be selfish, so you have to, lest she gets buried under unreasonable demands and complaints. With the appointment of a new Supreme Guardian, however, and the channels between the two worlds open once again, things are looking brighter. The fragmentum has stopped spreading and for once, you see a glint of hope in the gazes of the Underworlders. The Supreme Guardian’s plans for a painless future lift some of that persistent weight off Natasha’s shoulders. You’re grateful for it.

“I think part of me won’t know what to do when the time does come,” Natasha admits. She brings your arms tighter around her frame and sighs. “I can’t imagine not being needed…”

“People will always need you. You just won’t have the pressure to uphold half a city from the brink of disaster. You deserve that.”

She doesn’t reply to that. You free one hand and lift your head, then delicately grab a hold of her jaw to tilt her face towards yours. Her eyes blink open and you see the fatigue incrusted into their rubied depths.

“You deserve that,” you repeat firmly, watching as her gaze grows softer. “You of all people deserve to be free of anxiety and responsibility. I’ll make you see it one day, too.” Your thumb trails up her chin to her bottom lip. “Until then, I’ll take care of you when you won’t.”

Her lip twitches and her eyelashes flutter, taken with sudden emotion, before she simply leans closer and captures your mouth with hers, an unsaid “thank you” dying in her throat. The hand still intertwined with yours squeezes gently as she kisses you. It keeps you grounded to her presence in your arms and her touch on your body. You taste her chapstick on your tongue when she opens her mouth further to deepen the kiss. It’s the same she wears every day but it’s no less intoxicating.

“Nat…” you murmur against her lips, “I want to help you relax, if only for tonight.”

You hear her intake of breath as you plant open kisses up and down her jaw, following invisible patterns of affection on her skin like carefully woven threads. Natasha nods softly when your lips reach hers once more and the happy smile that grows on your face fills her with warmth even the bulkiest coats couldn’t provide.

She lets you adjust yourself behind her. You guide her to lean back so your chest is flushed against her and her breath tickles your neck.

Your hands brush the sides of her chest over her shirt and curl to hold her breasts properly. Natasha sucks in a breath when you squeeze them a little; you know she’s always been sensitive there, how pleasant it is for her. You palm her flesh, enjoying the softness of it beneath your hands and its quickly hardening tips. Your thumb swipes over one nipple and feels it grow from the sensation. You give the other the same attention and it’s not long before your pointer fingers join the fun to gently pinch the doctor’s nipples. Natasha shifts slightly, bringing one leg up to squeeze her thighs together, and you almost huff out a laugh at the action. You can feel the embarrassment radiating off of her at how easily aroused she’s getting, so you decide not to tease her too much. Verbally, at least, because your hands aren’t leaving her breasts until her underwear is well and truly ruined.

A muffled noise of pleasure escapes Natasha when you twist her nipples just right between two fingers. Her lips are parted and her breathing has gotten heavier. She grabs your thigh with a hand to compose herself somewhat. Though her face is obscured from your sight, you know her eyes are squeezed shut as she allows herself to enjoy your attention.

“Ah…” She breathes out as you finally slip your hands under her shirt and caress the plane of her stomach. Goosebumps follow wherever your touch strays.

Her nipples are like pretty pebbles on her chest, a rosy color you can’t yet see. They’re hard and sensitive judging by the way Natasha squeezes her legs together every so often, and you can’t help the fondness you feel at her compliance. She’s aroused and ready for you to go further, but she takes what you give without complaint or plea. It makes you want to give her everything she needs, patience be damned. You bite your lip at the thought. Tonight is all about Natasha’s pleasure, after all.

Keeping one hand around her breast, you trail the other down her torso until it reaches the edge of her pajama pants. Her thighs spread almost immediately to accommodate you and you coo softly at the sight, breathing out a chuckle when you feel Natasha press further into your neck out of embarrassment.

“Don’t worry,” you say, slipping into her pants to brush her underwear, “I’ll take good care of you.”

“…I know,” she replies, voice soft.

The trust she willingly puts in you is heartwarming, it expands your chest cavity to make place for your inflating heart. You explore her covered sex with two fingers and feel the arousal seeping from the thin cloth. She always gets so wet from nipple stimulation… Cute. Natasha moans when you spread her lips and apply pressure to her clit. You long to feel it twitch under your tongue, but you’ve teased her enough for now. Your hand slithers past her panties to finally give her what she wants. Natasha’s moans are breathy “oh”’s and “ah”’s that she no longer tries to conceal. Your fingers smear her arousal all over her cunt before paying special attention to her puffy clit. Sensitive as it feels, you enjoy the way her thighs twitch as you massage its base while pinching her nipple. The added stimulation coats your hand in warm, sticky fluids.

“Ah! Please…” Natasha mutters with a swallow, grip tightening on your thigh.

You shush her nicely, swiping the pad of your index finger over her clit in firm circles. “I know, Nat. Just relax.”

You imagine her brows twisting in pleasure and her pretty lips trembling. Her chest heaves with uncontrolled breaths and you have half a mind to yank her shirt over her head so you can see her perky nipples rise and fall with the flow.

You give her clit some reprieve and ignore the immediate little whine of indignation that follows. She’s so wet as you trail down her cunt to her entrance that you decide to push two fingers inside her instead of one. You feel her cunt clench around your digits and bite back a groan as you rub her walls. Natasha moans your name, voice breaking in the middle, and her toes curl when you pick up the pace inside her. She’s a vocal mess despite not uttering any actual words. Her panting against your neck is so arousing you only plunge your fingers harder into her.

You twist and pull her nipple with your other hand. Natasha somehow restrains herself from squirming under your touch to make your job easier and you make a mental note of rewarding her for her consideration.

“Just like that,” you encourage her, her cunt squeezing you like a vice. “I’ve got you.”

Your only response is a small whine and the bucking of her hips against your hand. They move in tandem with the rhythm of your fingers, greedily chasing release.

“You’re doing so good, Natty, letting me help you like this…”

Your words make her cunt clench. The noises filling your bedroom are positively filthy as the heel of your palm grazes Natasha’s sensitive clit. She’s close, you can feel it, so you keep up the pace until she comes with a cry into your neck, teeth brushing your skin and hips stuttering. You slow down inside her only slightly to help prolong her orgasm and one of her hands grabs yours on her breast when she arches towards the ceiling. It takes a moment before Natasha settles back against you, breathy and slack. You gently slip out of her.

You let her catch her breath, instead bringing your hand to light to see how her arousal clings to your digits. Spreading them makes a string that connects the two and you hum before turning back to Natasha. You push her forward a little, enough to be able to capture her mouth in a sloppy kiss. Your tongue pushes past her lips to intertwine with hers.

Natasha pulls away to rest her forehead on yours.

“Thank you…” she says softly.

“You’re welcome. But I’m not done with you yet.”

She leans back to look you in the eyes and her incredulous expression makes you laugh.

“You’ve done more than enough. Let me at least—”

“Nuh uh,” you interrupt her, moving from behind her to saddle her waist. She makes a noise of surprise when you push her fully into the bed.

You steal a kiss from her as your hands travel up her torso to raise her shirt over head and toss it to the floor. Leaning back, you can finally appreciate the sight of her bare chest rising to meet you. You take a pink nipple into your mouth, humming in satisfaction when Natasha lets out a little moan. Her hands grip your hair to keep you close. Your tongue swirls around the hardened bud, coating it so it shines in the light when you pull away. You waste no time in sucking the other one, hard and fast, enjoying the feel of it in your mouth and Natasha’s growing pleasure.

Your own lips shine with saliva when you tear your mouth from her chest and look up at her in reverence.

“You’re so pretty, Nat,” her lidded gaze meets yours as you speak, blood rushing to her cheeks. “I wanna fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“Oh…” is all she can say, bringing one hand to partly cover her flushing face.

“But,” you move to take off her pajama pants completely before settling between her thighs and wrapping your arms around them, “I said I’d help you relax, not incapacitate you… I’ll choose my words more carefully next time.”

Her heel digs into your back when you bury your nose in her slick cunt. She’s intoxicating and still so sensitive from her previous orgasm that you only need to blow on her clit for it to twitch. Your tongue darts out to taste her fully, the flat of it licking up her slit to take her pulsing clit into your mouth. Natasha’s hips push against you even as her thighs shake from the stimulation and the hand in your hair pulls you closer to her slippery sex. All you can hear, feel, taste is her. The noises she makes are a melody to your ears and the warmth that overcomes you can’t be put into words. You trail wet kisses all over her cunt, groaning at the way it pulses under you.

You focus on her clit, sucking and licking and teasing until her thighs close in on you, pressing against your ears.

“F-Fuck…”

Natasha rarely swears. Knowing how much of a mess you’re making of her for her to utter such a word is such a turn on. You squeeze your legs together in a failed attempt at relieving the pressure between them. You want tonight to be all about her, so you ignore your needs and slurp her folds like a starved kitten. The tip of your nose bumps her clit as you do and Natasha’s soft mewls spur you on.

It doesn’t take long before she’s coming into your mouth with a long moan, hips bucking closer to your tongue. You lap up the arousal leaking from her puffy cunt and let her grind into your face until her orgasm passes. Natasha falls back into the bed after a moment, audibly panting, eyes still squeezed shut. You look up to see her features slowly morph into a tired, fucked out expression. Pulling away from her sex, you lick your lips and wipe your face with your clean hand.

You climb up the bed to press a tender kiss to her jaw. Her eyes blink open, her gaze warm and in love as she looks at you.

You cup her cheek with a hand and mutter, “I hate to ask more of you, but promise me you’ll make an effort to take better care of yourself. For me?”

Natasha sighs, lips stretching into a small smile. “If I can’t, you’ll be there to do it for me?”

“You think you’re so much better than the rest of us, ‘cause you’re so big and smart and hot and… hot!” He jabs a finger in your direction.

You catch his wrist, lifting his arm up.

“I would watch your tone, Skott. Someone else might misconstrue this as you trying to come onto me. And that would be an HR violation, wouldn’t it?”

Skott’s cheeks go bright red. “You’re insane! You have no idea what you’re talking about! I’m just pointing out how unfair it is that you’re getting preferential treatment.”

“Am I?" You tower over him, your shadow looming over him. "I would call it observant. I see how you look at me, Skott.”

His eyes go wide. "What are you talking about?"

“I even caught you sniffing one of my jackets the other day. But I let it go, because I’m a kind man who cares about my subordinates.”

Skott looks like he wants to melt into the earth.

“I know what you get up to, Skott.” You press your lips to the shell of his ear. “Nothing you do gets by me.”

He shudders, letting out a broken whine in response.

“I—that wasn’t me. It was a-someone else.”

“Was it?" Your fingers skirt his collarbone, tugging at the chain around his neck. "I distinctly remember seeing your dog tag when I was walking away.”

To your surprise, Skott shifts, trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants. You smile licentiously.

“Skott… don’t you know it’s bad to lie to your superiors?”

Your hand slides down to grab at his waist. It’s so small, fitting perfectly against the curve of your palm.

“N-now, wait a minute! What do you think you’re—”

“I think you deserve to be punished.” Your hand slides down to knead at his ass. He jolts forward, chest pressing up against the broad planes of your chest.

"P-punished?! Now you're just talking nons--ah!" he moans unintentionally, turning bright red as he squirms.

"You stole my jacket. That's IPC property. And we don't take lightly to theft."

“It... just happened. I—I didn’t mean to.” He says miserably, looking into your eyes. His eyes are watery, wide and repentant.

“I know you didn’t. You just need someone to teach you better. To show you how to take it like a good boy. Or should I say, a good dog?” You smile at him.

His cock strains against his pants, now unmistakably visible.

“What do you say, Skott? Are you in the mood for some training?”

There’s a long silence before he swallows, cheeks blushing.

“Yes… sir. Please punish me.”

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Skott is on all fours, ass up in the air as he yelps, your hand coming down swiftly to smack him over and over.

“T-thirty one… thirty… ah!”

“Ah, ah, Skott. You lost count. Such a bad boy.”

“D-don’t make me do it again, please! This is the… third time!” He hiccups. He’s nearly soiled his pants through with how aroused he is, glasses slipping down his nose.

“I would make you go again, but since it’s our first time, I can grant a little reprieve. That poor cock of yours needs a little mercy, hm?”

Your hand slips unapologetically below his boxers and cups his aching cock.

“Ah—oh! Sir!” He calls out, jolting forward. You begin to jerk him off, shoving off his pants until he’s about to burst.

“W-why’d you stop?” He says pathetically.

“Because I’m going to fuck you.”

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After painstakingly stretching him, his cock dripping all over the floor, his nipples hard from all the attention, you slowly press your cock against his, sliding between his thighs.

“Tell me how badly you want it.”

“I… huh… g-give it to me.”

“That’s no way to ask. I’ll give you one more chance. Try again.”

“I, mmhm, want your c-cock, sir. Please put it in my fat hole.”

“Show me.”

Skott is burning up inside, his hands coming to spread his cheeks for you, showing off the pretty pink treat inside.

“Very good.”

Without another word, you slide inside. Skott wails, clenching endlessly around you.

“You’re so, hrgh, fucking tight.” You grit out, rolling your hips as you try to get used to him.

“Oh god!” Skott claws at the floor, back arching inadvertently as your weight presses down onto him.

“Haven’t been fucked by a cock this big?” You ask, slowly grinding into him.

“N-no,” he sniffles, “you’re the b-biggest, sir.”

“What were you really doing with my jacket, Skott?”

“I…”

You stop moving. He clenches relentlessly, crying out at your stillness.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop—”

“Answer my question.” Your hand pushes down on his back, forcing him to bow further.

“I masturbated to it, okay! I used it and I—I got off with it. But I took it for dry cleaning right after and I—ah!”

You already knew the answer—the strange stain when it came back. Dry cleaning is good, but not for that.

“Ruining a perfectly good jacket for your base fantasies.” Your hand smacks across his ass, watching his cheeks jiggle from the movement.

“Oh, fuck!” Skott cries out, tightening around you, squeezing your length.

You fuck him harder, pressing your full body weight onto him so he melts into the floor.

“Tell me, have you thought about this before? Me fucking you, taking your tight ass?”

“Yes..! Yes!” He slobbers all over the floor, drunk on your heated touch.

“Such a needy dog.” You growl.

Skott cries out, shuddering and shaking. You press your hips all the way, as deep as possible, and he cries out.

Your hand traces the thin lines of his stomach, feeling the bulge of your hardness pressing through.

“S-Sir…” he lets out a broken moan. You press harder, and Skott cries out. “Please! I—I can feel you so deep...”

“Just what I expected from someone like you. You live to take cock, don’t you?”

Skott sobs an incoherent answer. You press him down harder, pressing your balls up against his ass.

“Need a big strong man to breed you, huh?”

Skott claws at the floor, arching his back as you fuck him deeper.

“N-no, sir, too deep!”

Despite his words, there’s no taps on your arm, signaling he’s fine.

“Shut up. You’ll take it.”

You thrust harder, more aggressively, animalistically, taking everything you want from Skott laid bare at your feet.

“Such a good cunt. Made for me.”

Skott weeps, cumming all over himself as he feels you fill him over and over.

S/n e eu sempre fomos abertos a experimentar coisas novas na área sexual, com dois anos de relacionamento nós conseguimos ter confiança e deixar a vergonha de lado quando se tratava de coisas que nos deixam excitados. Na maioria das vezes as fantasias eram bem normais, nos eramos adptatos a brinquedos sexuais como vibradores, algemas, plugs, chicotes, práticas de BDSM e sexo sub e dom também já entraram em nossas fantasias, eu já havia praticado antes e a ensinei o que sabia, obviamente eu era sempre que a dominava e S/n gostou muito disso, implorou muitas vezes para ter de novo, trocar os papéis nunca foi uma opção para ela, pelo menos é o que eu pensava, até esta noite fatídica.

Nós estávamos na casa de Jeff, em um jantar com os amigos mais íntimos da banda, era tarde da noite e já havíamos tomado álcool o suficiente para que as perguntas constrangedoras pudessem surgir.

"Então Jeff, você já deixou Glenn dominar você?" A voz risonha de Mitch indicava que ele já havia tomado seu terceiro ou quarto copo.

Houve um breve momento de silêncio antes de Jeff cair na gargalhada junto com todos.

"Eu a deixo ir por cima quando quer." Admitiu rindo.

"Não assim seu idiota! Ela literalmente foder você."Ele riu. "Com uma cinta e um pau falso."

Os olhos do homem arregalaram.

"Esta não é uma pergunta que deveria fazer!" Glen retrucou. "É tão inapropriado." Ela cutucou Mitch para que direcionasse a pergunta de volta para os outros na conversa.

"Bem e quanto a você S/n? Você já pegou o Harry?"

S/n provavelmente estava um pouco cansada, à bebida inundando seu cérebro, que a fez nem pensar duas vezes quando respondeu em uma risada alta.

"Ainda não, mas eu quero."

Talvez ela tivesse muito área para compreender o que havia acabado de dizer ou não esperava que tivéssemos interesse pela sua resposta, mas o grupo ficou boquiaberto tanto quanto eu em um silêncio mortal enquanto nós a encaramos.

"Você quer isso?" Tomo coragem e viro para minha namorada. "Você... como .. uma dom?"

"Sim." Ela me encarou rindo da minha expressão assustada. "O que? Você nunca ouviu falar da prática Pegging?"

"Pegging? O que isso significa?" Eu disse de uma forma desconhecida, mesmo sabendo do que se tratava, eu só estava muito intrigado para ouvi-la falar.

"É quando uma mulher fode um homem com uma cinta." Ela iniciou com confiança. "A estimulação faz com que os homens alcancem orgasmos mais prazerosos e duradouros, o homem pode até ejacular sem a necessidade de estimular o pênis, isso não é incrível?" S/n continuava, sem prestar atenção à sua volta. "Obviamente não começa diretamente com a cinta, o processo é um pouco lento, homens são sensíveis então tem que começar com ajuda dos dedos, plugs, vibradores até o homem estar pronto para receber a cinta."

"S/N" Exclamei um pouco mais alto.

Ela finalmente voltou seu olhar para o grupo e percebeu os olhares espantados e bocas abertas.

"Por que todo mundo está me olhando assim?"

"Garota, como você sabe de tudo isso?" Sarah perguntou boquiaberta.

"Conhecimento básico." Ela rebateu.

"Oh! Isso é realmente muita coisa para processar.” Glen riu.

"Mas você... você já fez isso com outros caras?" Sarah acrescentou.

"Eh... Sim." Minha namorada respondeu com total naturalidade.

Ouvi-la dizer aquilo me deixou quase tonto. Em dois anos de namoro ela nunca mencionou que já havia fodido outros caras.

"Eu preciso de detalhes." Sarah estava intrigada.

"Que detalhes?" Ela perguntou, rindo um pouco envergonhada.

"Como descobriu que gostava disso? Qual a sensação? E como você menciona isso agora tão casualmente?" Ela perguntou, rindo.

"Para mim eu acho que isso não seja um tabu, vocês sabem que eu e Harry somos muitos abertos em relação à sexo! Então por isso eu falo tranquilamente. Sobre como descobri que gostava: eu namorei um cara aí quando eu tinha uns 20 anos, ele gostava disso, nós ficamos um tempo juntos e ele me ensinou um pouco sobre pegging, eu gostei, era bom, à sensação de poder e vê-lo tão vulnerável trás um tesão enorme." Ela explicou quase engasgando com a bebida de tanto rir.

Eu apenas fiquei lá parado, tentando processar tudo o que acabara de ouvir. Minha namorada era uma possível pervertida e dominatrix e só agora resolveu revelar seus segredos.

A conversa eventualmente mudou de assunto novamente e S/n se acomodou ao meu lado, mais precisamente em meu ombro um pouco sonolenta. Houve um breve momento de silêncio antes dela olhar para cima e encontrar meu olhar.

"Babe?"

"Hm."

"Você está bem?"

"Sim."

"Senti você um pouco estranho."

"Estou cansado."

"Vamos para sua casa?"

"Pode ser."

"Eu chamo o carro e você se despede?"

"Ok."

O silêncio no carro obviamente não ajudou nada para a teoria dela de que estava estranho, talvez eu estivesse, me senti excluído de uma parte da vida dela que gostaria de saber. S/n sabe tudo sobre mim, cada pequeno detalhe.

"Pronto para dormir?" Ela perguntou timidamente depois do banho rápido.

Geralmente nossos banhos bêbados eram bem mais divertidos e demorados do que este que tomamos.

"Sim." Um sorrisinho de lado ainda mostrava que estava incomodado.

"Você quer ser a conchinha maior ou menor?" Um pequeno sorriso surgiu nos lábios dela ao deitar-se.

"Menor."

"Sua favorita." Riu me vendo aninhar-se à ela. "Boa noite."

"Boa noite."

Já se passaram duas semanas depois daquela pequena conversa constrangedora na casa de Jeff, provavelmente S/n já esqueceu que revelou sobre seu fetiche porém ao contrário dela eu não conseguia parar de pensar nisso.

Eu me pegava imaginando como ela dominava outros caras,como ela poderia fazer comigo. Eu iria gostar? Qual era a sensação? Eu estava considerando a ideia de Pegging? Eu mal conseguia esconder o nervosismo só de pensar na ideia de pedir a ela que experimentasse comigo.

Bem, se eu realmente faria isso precisava estar preparado, primeiro eu mandei uma mensagem para ela que a noite teria uma grande surpresa, depois eu saí e voltei com uma sacola da sex shop que guardava um pênis de borracha roxo brilhante, pequeno, muito lubrificante à base de água e uma cinta com dupla penetração para que ela também pudesse sentir prazer. Depois fui ao banheiro para um longo banho onde me certifiquei de que tudo estivesse limpo e depilado.

"Está noite quero que você assuma o controle." Timidamente confessei a ela enquanto estávamos em uma sessão de amassos calorosos no sofá que começou cinco minutos depois que dei play em um filme qualquer.

"Como assim?" Ela parou, segurando meu rosto em suas lindas e adoráveis mãos. "Quer que amarre ou algo assim? Que fique por cima e cavalgue em você, baby?" Sua voz manhosa já começava a me deixar duro. — Como se eu já não estivesse o suficiente depois dos amassos.

"É...não…" Tropecei nas palavras tentando dizer algo coerente.

"Então o que é?" S/n me olhou profundamente com uma sobrancelha erguida.

"Eu meio que quero que você me foda." Fechei os olhos escondendo meu rosto entre as mãos, tão envergonhado, tentando me recompor.

"O-o quê?" Ela gaguejou, o rosto ficando corado.

"Esquece, deixa pra lá foi uma ideia estúpida."

"Ei, olhe para mim, eu não estou aqui para julgá-lo." Novamente seus dedos seguraram meu rosto. "Você só me pegou de surpresa, mas estou te ouvindo."

"Bem, depois do que disse lá na casa do Jeff eu pensei em tentar sentir você de uma outra forma, mas só se você estiver afim."

"Você está falando sério?" Ela quase não conseguia acreditar em mim.

"Sim. Eu estou." Meu rosto parecia estar em chamas ao tentar me explicar. "Eu acho que seria divertido e prazeroso tentar algo novo."

"Você já fez isso antes?"

" Apenas dedos." Eu não podia negar que me aventurei algumas vezes, mas não longe o bastante para gostar.

"Tudo bem,podemos tentar."

"Sério?" Era difícil esconder meu entusiasmo.

"Sim, pode ser divertido, acho que para você será mais complicado." S/n me olhou com seriedade. " Bem, temos que estabelecer regras e limites, eu não quero te machucar, porque afinal o objetivo é te dar prazer e isso é algo que eu não quero fazer mal, se vamos fazer então será bem feito e com calma, mas você tem certeza absoluta de que quer isso?"

"Sim, eu confio em você, tenho absoluta certeza." Seus dedos entrelaçaram aos meus.

E agora aqui estava eu, de pé desajeitadamente em nosso quarto enquanto nós dois estávamos tentando descobrir por onde começar.

"Tudo bem?" Ela tinha essa constante preocupação. "Se não quiser isso por mim está tranquilo."

"Eu quero! Na verdade eu comprei isso."

Quando ela viu o que havia no cômodo seus olhos se arregalaram.

"Você está mesmo com essa ideia na cabeça em! Porque não me chamou para ir junto?"

"Queria que fosse uma surpresa e também eu não sei se teria coragem de fazer isso com você lá."

Ela caminhou até mim e agarrou meu rosto.

"Posso te beijar?"

"Claro."

Ela começou com beijos suaves, tirando cada peça de roupa minha deixando seus lábios passarem por minha pele recém exposta, foi estranho no começo, eu me senti muito vulnerável ao vê-la me dominando pouco a pouco e me virando na cama para que ficasse de bruços no colchão. Suas mãos delicadas começaram a esfregar minhas costas, como se quisesse aliviar minha tensão, então eu fechei meus olhos desfrutando de cada arrepio que seus dedos causavam em mim.

Lentamente, sua mão desceu até que estivessem em minha bunda, por um segundo fiquei tenso, mas S/n estava sendo tão gentil, acariciando o local, dando alguns tapinhas de leve, me deixando mais relaxado.

"Fique aqui um pouquinho." Ordenou me deixando ansioso.

Ela voltou novamente para cima de mim, com um frasco de lubrificante e o pênis que comprei, por um segundo aquela insegurança me dominou novamente, mas me forcei lembrar que se fosse qualquer outra pessoa no lugar dela certamente não teria nem pensado nessa possibilidade, S/n fazia me sentir seguro então eu voltei a me acalmar.

"Vou garantir que você esteja pronto primeiro e mais acostumado, se doer, você pode me dizer, ok?" Ela dizia colocando lubrificante nos dedos.

"Ok."

S/n se ajeitou entre minhas pernas, segurando minha bunda com as palmas das mãos para ficar exposto para ela, eu prendi a respiração na primeira pressão quente e úmida dos dedos dela na borda, circulando em movimentos lentos, meus músculos estavam visivelmente tensos quando ela começou a empurrar um pouquinho para dentro.

"Ei! Relaxe." S/n deixou um beijo rápido em minhas costas.

Eu fiz o possível para me concentrar na sensação, até essa parte eu já havia experimentado antes, mas com ela foi diferente.

"Você está indo bem." Me encorajou, massageando pacientemente meu traseiro. "Eu quero que se masturbe, baby pode fazer isso por mim?"

"Sim."

Eu estava praticamente na posição de cachorrinho na cama e ela estava atrás de mim.

"Você acha que pode pegar outro?" Ela perguntou baixinho.

"Sim." Era tudo que conseguia falar.

S/n colocou mais um dedo me deixando ainda mais cheio, doeu um pouco, mas não suficiente para me fazer querer desistir, ela me preparando para o que estava por vir.

Minha respiração estava instável enquanto minhas mãos tremiam um pouco, toquei em meu pênis, comecei vagarosamente a subir e descer a mão e a sensação prazerosa foi me invadindo aos poucos fazendo os dedos do pé se curvarem.

"Puta merda." Tirei a mão do meu pau me agarrando os lençóis, mexendo o traseiro para ter um pouco mais dela. Eu senti algo novo, era bom, era tão avassalador que meu pênis já estava vazando pré semem mesmo parando de tocar nele. "Que porra foi essa? O que aconteceu?" Perguntei atordoado

"Eu achei seu ponto bebê! Sua próstata. "Ela sorriu ao tocar naquele ponto novamente e quase me fez gritar de prazer. "Muito bom, não é?"

Eu nunca experimentei nada assim, eu já senti meus próprios dedos, mas nunca senti o prazer que ela estava me dando, foi até o motivo para eu não ter tentado mais no passado, porque não senti nada, mas isso foi diferente de qualquer coisa que já senti, foi bom pra caralho, tão bom que era quase assustador.

Ela continuou e a maneira como seus dedos se curvam contra minha próstata estava fazendo com que perdesse a cabeça, levando-me ao limite de uma forma que nem sabia que era possível.

"Você pode apenas..." Choraminguei quando ela atingiu minha próstata novamente, mais forte desta vez. "Por favor, querida, eu…vou gozar assim."

"O que você quer, bebê?"

"Apenas foda-me." Minhas palavras saem mais necessitadas do que pretendia.

"Tudo bem." Diz gentilmente puxando seus dedos para fora.

Ela então pegou o pênis de silicone entre os dedos, sorrindo ao ver que tem dois lados, um para mim, outro para ela, eu sinto o cheiro de lubrificante de novo, posso ouvi-la acariciando o pênis falso e isso faz meu pau pulsar em antecipação, ouvi-la gemer, então eu sabia que já deveria ter colocado o brinquedo dentro dela.

"Você está bem?" Ela perguntou mais uma vez.

"Sim."

"Você ainda quer isso?"

"Sim."

"Você se lembra da nossa palavra segura?"

"Sim"

"Diga."

"Morango."

"Ótimo."

"Você está pronto?" S/n, se ajoelhou atrás de mim.

Eu não tinha certeza se estava,mas eu queria, eu realmente queria.

"Sim."

Senti a ponta fria do brinquedo tocando minha pele , ela passando a mão pelas costas tentando me acalmar quando com muita delicadeza empurrou o brinquedo contra minha bunda, eu senti aquilo me preenchendo pouco a pouco. Eu não consigo entender o sentimento. Era estranho, muito estranho, eu não tinha certeza se gostava, doía um pouquinho e era diferente de qualquer coisa a que eu estava acostumado, eu não conseguia entender a sensação de ser fodido.

"Baby?" Ela me trouxe de volta à realidade. "Tudo bem? Quer parar?"

Por um momento eu pensei em dizer que sim, mas vê-la hesitando, com medo de me machucar, me senti amado por saber que S/n nunca ultrapassaria nenhum limite sem que eu deixasse, isso me fez não ter mais medo.

"Continue."

Meu batimento cardíaco acelerou sentindo-a deslizando o brinquedo mais fundo nos conectando de uma forma que nunca pensei que estaria conectado.

Com cada movimento de seus quadris meus gemidos se tornaram mais altos e mais frequentes.

"No meio do caminho." Me lembrou, gentilmente, perto o suficiente para beijar meu ombro. Eu ansiava tocar em lábios apenas para ter um pouco de alívio. "Você está indo bem." O elogio fez meu pau latejar.

Todo o meu corpo parecia estar no limite, os impulsos dela eram hesitantes, mas a cada gemido meu, S/n parecia mais confiante e começava a empurrar com firmeza. Quando ela finalmente afundou o último centímetro em minha bunda, eu virei uma confusão de gemidos e choramingos, eu senti como se estivesse derretendo na cama, meu pau estava duro e dolorido por atenção mas eu não queria tocá-lo.

"É uma sensação boa, não é?"

"Bom, bom, bom, mmm…"

"Você está me deixando louca de tesão, baby." Ela sussurrou.

O brinquedo era pequeno, mas longo o suficiente para pressionar minha próstata, com força e profundidade e eu me deixar louco pelo prazer, quase chorando porque, embora doesse um pouco, eu nunca me senti tão bem e tanto prazer de uma vez.

"Aaaah!" Gemi alto, eu mal conseguia formar uma frase coerente.

"Você está tão barulhento hoje Baby." Brincou dando um tapinha em meu bumbum.

"Merda será que os vizinhos vão perceber que estou sendo fodido?" Por um instante eu fiquei preocupado.

"Enquanto estivermos quietos, ninguém vai saber que eu estou fodendo você."

"Mas se estivesse ouvindo que se fodam eu não ligo."

"Isso aí, que se fodam eles." Ela riu.

A forma como posso sentir meu prazer crescer, eu não posso me segurar e se ela continuar do jeito que estava eu não duraria muito mais tempo.

"Porra, não pare."

"Já quer gozar para mim ?" Seus seios pressionaram contra minhas costas, seus mamilos estavam duros e isso me deixou com tesão pra caralho .

S/n deslizou a mão sob meu abdômen agarrando meu pênis e me fazendo quase gritar com o contato repentino.

"Calma bebê." Sua mão começou a descer e subir em meu pênis lambuzado de pré semen, pequenos choques de prazer aumentava, eu estava tão perto, enquanto continuava sendo fodido repetidamente me deixando frenético.

Minha bolas se contraíram quando meu pau jorrou meu esperma aparentemente sem fim. Meu gemidos eram tão altos, eu nunca estive tão apaixonado por S/n quanto naquele momento, com ela enterrada profundamente dentro mim, enquanto eu estava tendo o melhor orgasmo da minha vida, o tipo de orgasmo que eu não conseguia parar de gozar.

"Bom menino." Ela elogiou dando um beijo em meu ombro.

Eu não tinha certeza do que era real e do que não era, minha mente estava confusa. Mas eu estava muito cansado para lutar contra isso.Eu iria fazê-la gozar pelo menos uma vez antes que a noite acabe, mas só precisa de alguns minutos, talvez mais.

S/n saiu dentro de mim, não me incomodou como pensei que incomodaria, me senti um pouco vazio, vulnerável e cansado pra caralho.Me joguei na cama, deitado de bruços e a senti deitar ao meu lado, nós dois simplesmente ficamos deitados pelo que pareceram horas, tentando apenas volta à realidade.Depois de um tempo suavemente, ela se aproximou acariciando minhas costas me fazendo estremecer imediatamente pelo contato.

"Você está bem?"

Eu balançava a cabeça porque isso era tudo que consegui fazer.

Eu estava tão cansado, esgotado, emocionalmente e fisicamente.

"Eu ainda quero fazer você gozar." Digo a ouço rir.

"Depois de tudo isso?"

"Sim." Eu me aproximo até que, descanso minha cabeça em seu peito.

"Descanse meu amor." Ela diz passando os dedos pelos meus cabelos, me sentindo relaxar sob seu toque. "Depois do que aconteceu você precisa."

"Isso foi..." Eu não conseguia encontrar as palavras.

"Intenso?"

"Incrível! Obrigado."

"Qualquer coisa para você, meu amor." Ela deixou um beijinho na ponta do meu nariz.

"Eu te amo." Eu segurei sua bochecha e a puxei ainda mais para perto, pressionando meus lábios inchados nos seus.

"Eu te amo mais! Que tal um banho agora?"

"Seria perfeito." Suspirei fundo.

"Então fique aí que eu vou preparar para você."

"Você é a melhor namorada desse mundo."

"Eu sei."

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