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Sometimes self care is writing a story where a giant monster makes you its fucktoy where you have no agency or autonomy and have to rely on it for everything and obey its every whim.
Thinking about a princess who loves to tease her knight bodyguard.
She revels in feeling the other woman's gaze linger on her body when she thinks she's being subtle. It starts slowly at first: stolen glances, words of devotion and praise, an unexpected touch. They've been together for so long, she's her closest companion. Yet there is an impassable distance between them. But despite that, the princess can see in her knight's gaze the hunger for something forbidden, the quiet shame warring with unshakable duty. It drives her wild.
It's amusing to wear more and more revealing dresses when they are together. The princess' skin flushes with excitement as the knight struggles to keep her composure. Her knight is oh so deferential to her. She takes so much pride in her loyalty and respect for her charge, that to see her so clearly struggling with carnal desires is intoxicating. Every nerve is set alight whenever the mask of composure slips. Her knight is just so stoic she cant help but try and get her to break. Like the hound's tormentor, the princess stands just beyond the reach of the chain.
But it escalates, her sense of authority spurning her on. She lets her hands wander while they travel together and her touch lingers far longer than it should. She takes to placing drops of her perfume in her knight's helmet or leaving her used clothing behind for her to find. The princess' begins to demand that her sentinel stand vigil while she changes, giving her knight plenty of fuel for the pyre burning within.
After an evening spent drinking together, she even goes as far as ordering her knight to kneel before her, mouth open. The princess knows that she will obey, no matter how unreasonable the request, without complaint or hesitation. Her smile is tranquil and graceful as she tilts back the woman's head and pours wine from her personal cup directly between her protector's lips. Her own mouth waters in response as she watches the drops spill, forming long, crimson streaks down her knight's muscular chest. She watches her writhe as she struggles not to cough out the priceless vintage. The music of her knight choking and gasping and the whispering rattle of her trembling, gauntleted hands fills her dreams with bliss.
The princess knows what those hands can do, the violence they contain beneath the thin veneer of discipline and poise. She finds herself wondering what would it feel like to have them break free and wrap around her throat? What would it feel like to have them force their way into her mouth or grip her hands behind her back or impact against her sensitive skin? The thoughts consume her. She pushes and pushes, watching her loyal protector slowly descend into a feral, pacing beast. The calm deference in her eyes cracking into an obsessive fever.
When the chain finally snaps, the change is immediate. Her gaze becomes cold and any gentleness or respect has crumbled away revealing the starving animal underneath. Her knight's pride has been hollowed out by an insatiable hunger. The princess knows that she'd never be able to stop whats coming, even as the strong hand grips her jaw roughly and flings her onto her bed. She cant stop the hot, muscled bulk of her once composed knight from pinning her down. She cant stop the sound of tearing silk and ragged desperate breathing that fills her ears. She cant stop her own voice from escaping as the other woman marks her in a savage, desperate rush to claim every inch of her. It wont stop until every teasing ploy has been repaid in spit and ecstasy and blood, until the princess' body and soul have been carved and defiled and possessed by the very person sworn to guard her.
But why would she try and stop it? The princess always, always gets what she wants.
Love Sea Novel Excerpt: Mahasamut Punishing Tongrak (Special Episode)
"Tongrak!"
Fun my ass!
That was what Tongrak thought as he looked into the intense, angry eyes filled with apprehension.
An hour ago, he was having fun because as soon as he stepped into the bar, he became the center of attention for both men and women. He knew he was attractive and always drew attention wherever he went. Palm had done a good job spreading the word across the island, because curious eyes were watching him from every corner.
That was enough to fulfill Palm's request. And... he'd already texted his boyfriend.
If anyone wanted to see Mahasamut with him, they'd get their wish tonight.
Let everyone know that the island's treasure already had an owner! And he loves the owner so much!
Tongrak thought proudly, answering a few questions from the locals, turning down a few advances, until... he met a fellow college friend.
At first, he just helped the Canadian guy who was confused about the menu. They hit it off, talking about their university and city, and he learned the other had just broken up with his girlfriend and fled to Thailand alone. They just clicked, reminiscing about the city they once lived in for years. That was all until...
The man in front of Tongrak pressed close, placing a hand on his thigh, causing him to jerk away, but before he could react, a large hand grabbed his own, furrowing his brow.
Tongrak tried to pull away again, but the warm palm still held his hand.
"Why not?" the man asked.
His light-colored eyes looked sweetly at him, but the writer wasn't swayed. His fair hand was ready to yank away, but then...
"Tongrak!"
Before Tongrak could react, the rough hand grabbed his wrist, pulling him into a warm embrace and a familiar scent.
His heart sank.
Tongrak knew who it was before even seeing the face of the hand's owner.
"Mut," he called out, startled. Tongrak looked up at the sharp-featured, tense, angry face with veins bulging on his neck.
Mahasamut wasn't looking at him, but at the Canadian guy with a scary look.
Mahasamut had a big build, and Tongrak believed that Mahasamut wouldn't lose in a fight. So, the tight grip on his wrist and the intense eyes that seemed to suck the breath out of the onlooker made his slender body tremble.
Tongrak didn't dare say anything, feeling the fury emanating from this man.
Mahasamut looked at the foreigner with dangerous eyes and then yanked him out of the bar so quickly that Tongrak didn't dare make a sound.
The last thing he saw was Palm crouching behind the bar counter, and even though he couldn't hear what the kid said, he knew they were thinking the same thing.... This is going to end badly.
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Thud!
Tongrak jolted as his bare back was pushed against the wall of the house, his honey-colored eyes trembling, looking at the man in front of him with fear.
Mahasamut was furious... very furious.
"I didn't do anything, believe me."
"Then why did you let him touch your hand!?"
Tongrak flinched as the deep voice yelled at him.
Since they'd met, he'd rarely seen Mahasamut angry. The other was always calmer, always listening, always more mature. No matter how badly Tongrak behaved, Mahasamut would cool him down, gently guiding and teaching him. The only time Tongrak saw his lover angry was when he came to make up and was too scared to speak. But that was anger mixed with sadness. This time, it was different.
The dark eyes were so frightening that he almost stopped breathing. The large hand gripped his arm tightly.
"I didn't..." Tongrak heard his own voice shaking, trying to grab Mahasamut's hand as he explained, "he just suddenly grabbed my hand. Believe me. Palm asked me to sit at the bar for a bit. I just did what Palm asked, and I already told you that, too. I didn't do anything. Really."
Tongrak looked into those wild, furious eyes, pleading. He was almost ready to kneel and beg.
"Can you not be angry?"
With a swoosh, the writer flinched as Mahasamut brushed his hand aside to grab his palm and yanked it up to eye level.
"I saw him holding your hand."
"I shook it off."
The slender man tried to touch the rugged, handsome face, but the other turned away.
It's scary.
Tongrak's heart pounded. He didn't know if he was scared or intimidated when those sharp eyes stared at him, radiating an aura that would keep anyone away.
"Where else did he touch you?"
The deep voice was so intense, it seemed to vibrate through him, along with the tall figure pressing against Tongrak, the heat almost scorching.
Their eyes locked as if trying to read each other's souls.
"... my waist," he whispered back, barely audible.
"Ah!"
Tongrak stiffened, gasping as the rough hand pulled his shirt from his pants, and then the hot flesh squeezed his bare waist hard enough to leave a mark and slid up to his chest. He didn't dare look down, only at the eyes in front of him that shone with a crazed light.
Thump, thump, thump.
Tongrak's heart hammered in his chest, pumping blood to his flushed face until it was a deep shade of red.
"... where else?" a deep voice whispered close to his lips.
Tongrak averted his gaze briefly.
Should I tell him?
Deep down, he knew what was coming. He knew he would be punished and understood that he shouldn't reveal more than necessary. Yet something compelled him to answer truthfully.
"My legs."
"Take off your pants."
The listener shuddered at the command, looking at Mahasamut with a startled expression.
They both stood on the spacious porch in front of the house, prompting a repeat of the words.
"What did you say?"
"I said, take off your pants!" The command was repeated, louder this time, causing Tongrak to hurriedly unbuckle his belt under the unwavering gaze that offered no help.
Mahasamut watched him fumble in silence, but this silence made Tongrak's back slick with sweat, his heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. His hands trembled as he undid his belt and took off his pants. The more Mahasamut watched, the more he shook.
He didn't like that Mahasamut said nothing, but he did like being watched like this.
The soft fabric of his pants pooled around his ankles.
A rough hand seized his thigh, squeezing it hard enough to make Tongrak gasp for breath. He looked up into those sharp, strong eyes, half of Mahasamut's face obscured by the shadows of the evening, making him look like a death god come to claim a life- dangerous, yet so devastatingly handsome.
The man pressed his body close, his muscles as hard as iron against Tongrak.
A burning hand slid up to his inner thigh, making Tongrak jerk in response.
Tongrak knew he should first try to cool down the other man, but his body responded honestly. His core burned, his underwear was damp with desire. Wherever Mahasamut touched, it felt like he left scorching marks. Even the deep voice that asked again was frighteningly arousing.
"Where else?"
"... that's it," his voice trembled with a pitiable crack.
And it was even more pitiable when Mahasamut whispered in his ear.
"Do you know I won't forgive you easily?"
Then punish me.
"What should I do to make you not angry?"
Please, punish me. Do it until I don't dare to do this again.
Tongrak looked up with pleading eyes as the handsome, fierce face leaned in close.
"Find a way."
Fingertips caught his chin, forcing him to meet those wild eyes, and before his brain could catch up, Tongrak opened his mouth to a kiss that plunged in fiercely, tasting almost blood. His heart raced with excitement, his body pressing against the larger frame, his hips grinding against the other's, shamelessly close as their tongues waged war.
Mahasamut liked kissing him, but this time it was hotter, more violent, and savage without tenderness. His sharp teeth nipped at Tongrak's lower lip, making him whimper, but the other man didn't listen to his protests, instead plunging his tongue into Tongrak's mouth, greedy and unrelenting. Pressed against the wall with no space between them, a large hand groped his thigh, fingers trailing to the very inside but refusing to touch further.
It was Tongrak himself who pressed his lower body closer, grinding his hips.
"Mut, ah, Mut," he moaned and groaned, trying to press closer to that hand while his mouth was still captive.
Mahasamut kissed him as if to devour him.
Their tongues tangled fiercely until saliva trickled at the corners of their mouths, and the taller man moved to kiss around his cheeks, down his neck, his hot tongue tracing his jaw before flicking over his Adam's apple. Tongrak shuddered, tilting his head back, his pale hand reaching to grasp the firm flesh beneath the cargo pants.
It was hard and hot, and he wanted it in his mouth.
"Take off your underwear."
Mahasamut commanded beside his cheek, and the listener didn't hesitate to strip off his underwear on the porch, revealing his arousal that was embarrassingly wet with precum.
The tall figure stepped back just enough to stare at it, making Tongrak squirm.
"Take off my shirt."
Now, whatever Mahasamut ordered, Tongrak would comply easily. His fair hands reached to remove Mahasamut's Hawaiian shirt, trembling as he watched it fall to the floor, his heart skipping a beat when the larger man grabbed the hem of his tank top and pulled it over his head with swift movements, revealing the line of muscles that moved beautifully, leaving Tongrak to stare at the man before him.
"Ah!!"
"Do you want it that badly?"
Tongrak shivered when a fingertip touched his slick tip. With just a brush of a thumb, he was close to finishing right then.
"Just looking at me undress makes you this eager? You don't look at others like this, do you?"
"No..."
"I didn't say you could speak."
Tongrak immediately shut his mouth, trembling under the teasing fingers, then squeezing himself hard. He wanted to move, to press against the rough palm.
"It looks like you'll have to endure a bit more, Mr. Tongrak."
That's when the larger man pulled him into the bedroom and pushed Tongrak against the bed, making his upper body fall against the mattress while his legs still touched the floor, spread wide to reveal his eager flesh. Mahasamut's sharp gaze pressed down on him, and then... a wicked smile, he said, "Go on, finish for me."
"Mut..."
"Ssh," Mahasamut placed a finger on those pretty lips and pushed it into his mouth.
And with that, Tongrak flicked his tongue around the long finger, drawing it deep into his throat, while his smooth hand moved to grasp his own center. His legs spread wider, allowing the sharp gaze to see every part of him.
If Mahasamut wanted to see, he'd do it.
"Uh, ah..."
Even though Mahasamut was just watching, Tongrak felt waves of pleasure, moaning from his throat while still sucking on the long finger as if it were that hot flesh. His legs lifted higher, his hand moving faster, aware of the wet sounds and the glistening moisture.
The first time Tongrak pleasured himself in front of someone was for Mahasamut, and he relished the sharp gaze on him, the shadow that partly hid Mahasamut, the long finger thrusting into his throat mercilessly, the embarrassment that made his flesh tremble with excitement, his hips moving faster.
"Ah.... ah!"
At that moment, his beautiful eyes widened when a cool liquid was poured on his sweet spot, and before he could react...
Mahasamut's thick fingers penetrated the tender channel that was still soft from last night's sex, thrusting deep to his favorite spot, making him arch his back like a bow, his legs tensing against the bed, his buttocks lifting off the soft mattress.
"I didn't tell you to stop. Keep going."
Mahasamut pulled his finger from Tongrak's mouth, his voice firm. WIth his free hand, he lifted Tongrak's legs higher, allowing the long finger that had almost completely withdrawn to thrust back into his tight channel.
"Ah... ah, oh Mut, Mut, right there, harder."
Smack!
"Don't stop!"
Tongrak's eyes teared up as he was spanked on the buttocks, leaving a red mark. His fair hand, which had paused, stroked himself again while his hips swayed uncontrollably as Mahasamut kept pressing on the sensitive spot inside. His mouth opened wide, moaning incoherently.
"Don't stop, no more, give it to me again." Tongrak moved his hand faster, begging louder, oblivious to the squelching sounds echoing around the room. Then, his tearful eyes pleaded with the owner.
"No more fingers, enough, ah, give it to me... now."
"Tell me what you want."
Mahasamut rose above Tongrak's body, his large hand on the beautiful chin, whispering low. His fierce eyes stared down, squeezing to force the pretty one to speak with a trembling voice.
"Fuck me... Mut, take me... I want you... please."
That was all it took for Tongrak's world to flip upside down. He was pushed into a crawling position on the bed, his fair buttocks raised to receive, his legs spread wide, feeling the rough palm push both cheeks apart, forcing him to grip the bed sheet.
Tongrak's eyes widened, tears streaming down as the hot, hard member penetrated his tight hole. It was hot, big, almost suffocating, but it made him climax instantly, his cries echoing throughout the room, and then...
Tongrak cried out unintelligibly before jolting, his smooth hand grabbing the neck of the person behind him as the hot, hard flesh thrust in again. His tears flowed with intense pleasure. He knew that the already fierce Mahasamut was more violent than usual, not allowing him to rest, deliberately thrusting hard to drive him crazy. The large hand grabbed his front, stroking briefly before it was as hard as before.
"Rak, Rak's sorry, ah."
Mahasamut turned Tongrak's face to receive a hot kiss, forcing his tongue out to tangle outside his mouth while the other hand slipped through the remaining buttons of his shirt, pushing him to kneel on the bed, pulling him up to lean against the broad back, making way for the hot, thrusting member inside him.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed throughout the spacious room, igniting the desires of both parties and causing him to flare up intensely. Tongues entwined outside of their mouths, a lovely piece of flesh released a continuous stream of slick moisture. Then, the fair body shuddered as a large hand squeezed and teased a sweetly colored nub, pulling it until Tongrak quivered with a cold shock.
"it hurts..."
"Do you like it?"
"I like it. Squeeze again. Make it hurt. Ah, make Rak learn his lesson... Mut!" Tongrak cried out embarrassingly, yet his hips met each thrust without yielding.
And so, Mahasamut pulled the fair frame down to sit astride his lap, and before Tongrak could tense his legs to receive him, the large hand gripped his hips, lifting them just enough to...
"Ah!!!! Mut, too hard. Mn, it tingles, ah..."
Mahasamut relentlessly drove into him, plunging deep inside until it was overwhelming yet sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body, making him cry out loudly. Tongrak's hands clutched at the man behind him, who was panting and trembling. Mahasamut's deep, sexy voice resonated in Mahasamut's ears with sobs and gasps, unable to stop his hips.
Again, I can't, I can't...
"Ah!!!!"
Without waiting long, Tongrak released a cloudy white fluid that sprayed all the way to the headboard while strong arms locked around his waist, the strong hips pounding him fiercely. The deep voice filled the room before Tongrak felt a wave of warmth as the hot liquid overflowed inside him.
"Wait, wait, just a moment, let me rest."
"When did I say you could rest?"
Tongrak's voice shook as he was flipped to lie on his back, one leg pushed up almost against his own chest, but he was paralyzed when he met the sharp gaze directed at him.
Tongrak should've been scared, but why was he trembling with excitement instead?
Mahasamut was fierce, wild, and unyielding, like the sea during a storm, but Tongrak couldn't take his eyes off the man before him. This man was dangerously handsome, and he couldn't resist him. Before he could brace himself, he gasped and grabbed the large hand tightly as the handsome face buried itself in his tight entrance, pushing a tongue inside selfishly.
Damn it, even after all this...
"Harder, ah, it feels good. Go deeper, lick more. I like it so much."
He moaned, clutching the thick black hair tightly, ready to receive any punishment this man was willing to give.
Tongrak knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he... liked it when Mahasamut was jealous.
He liked everything about this man.
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Maybe I should make him jealous again.
The thought occurred to him that if Mahasamut heard it, he'd be punished so much that he wouldn't be able to leave the bed.
But what could he do? He liked it!
It didn't matter. He was still paying Mahasamut, but this time paying with the currency called Tongrak.
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“this is all for your pleasure but your pleasure is for me” is such a good dynamic. they can’t stop giving you more, more, more - can’t pull their fingers out of you, can’t stop hitting that one spot that makes you shiver. them fucking you selfishly, taking everything they want from you - and what they want is your pleasure.
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