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Dorian is a sweetheart, he will always treat you well. He loves you so much. you're his world and his alone, so don't mind the blood and corpse's at your door step, they are just pests trying to take you away. So, won't you love him, with all your heart.

『･ﾟ✧💌🎪✧･ﾟ』

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✙-` 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊! 𝕺𝖈 𝖝 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖚𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖑! 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗´-✙

➢-`𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖙! +𝟏𝟖 𝙼𝙳𝙸´- 『𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎!』

➣ -`𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!´- -`⁺◛˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖◛⁺´-

"𝕴𝖓 𝖆 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞...𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖂𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆.𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗."

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Long, long time ago

The sun gently came up, dancing in the sky and painting the earth with a gorgeous veil of aqua blue and light blue. The clouds are pinkish orange with grey and purple, and the moon slowly disappears as the birds sing the morning's first song. The kingdom of Wisteria awoke as the birds sang, and the citizens opened their doors and windows, allowing the morning breeze to enter. Stalls were being set up as men and women carried large cartons of things to sell to passing travelers. This was the most active and visited kingdom in the country since the inhabitants were kind and the royal family was adored by each and every resident of the kinadom.

A woman with lovely cinnamon red hair braided into a low-hanging bun, her eyes closed and a serene yet serious expression danced on her face. Her hands were tenderly placed on her abdomen, and a young girl with midnight black hair braided over her shoulder strolled behind her. They proceeded slowly along the castle's lengthy corridors until they came to a big entrance. The elder woman lifted her right hand and knocked twice. "Your Highness, it is time to wake." Her voice rang out from the other side of the door into the room, where the sleeping figure was resting. She sighed when she received no reaction. She dropped her hand and grasped the doorknobs. "I'm coming in, Your Highness." She announced.

I had my own little show

The door swung open with a strong shove. The enormous chamber is shown, which is decked in gold, green, black, and the royal family's color purple. A big canopy-covered bed sat in the center of the room, concealing the person within from everyone and everything. This was the chamber of their Highness y/n, the oldest of three siblings.Everyone in the kingdom, whether old or young, male or female, admired the monarch next in line for the throne and the country's most precious treasure. Oh, to be their Majesty.

As you gently rose up, one could hear grunts and shuffling from the bed. The curtains were quickly yanked open, causing you to swint your eyes with annoyance, " Alma, most youplways do this? It's so early," you informed her. Your hair was a mess, and your voice was gruff and rumbling, laced with drowsiness. "Honestly" Alma shook her head, a dejected expression on her face. "Your Highness, it's your coming-of-age ceremony." she explained. "I'm sure your 21st birthday banquet will be spectacular, Your Majesty" The person assisting you added. "You always remain hopeful, Raine." You grumbled when you finally got out of your cozy bed.

Was a beautiful, loveable angel

Reine held your hand with a bright smile as she guided you to the bathroom. You grumble a 'thank you' before raising a hand up to stifle a yawn, Alma watched the sight with slight amusement, Before returning to her more professional expression and instructing the maids on what to do. Ensure the room is cleaned and ready before your bath is over. Many more maids enter the room with a variety of things, from the finest of Jewis to the rarest of silks, everything fitting for royalty greatness.

As you took off your nightgown and slowly entered the warm tub of water, you felt your muscles relax as a sigh of contentment left your lips. Raine and two other maids gently began to rub your hands with soap. It was a pleasant smell, like freshly baked strawberry cake, the first thing you could smell as you entered a cake shop. A maid quietly got behind you and began to wash your hair, a gentle massage. You could almost melt away right there. " All done, Your Highness." Raine smiled, "Oh, I was just enjoying myself." You replied lazily, opening an eye.

But he took the spotlight, shining so bright

As you got out of the tub, a maid put a towel around your body and another started drying your hair. You were declared ready for the following step once you emerged from the bath with the aroma of strawberry cake tattooed into your skin. Fitting, you now had to spend a couple of hours getting ready for the day to begin. Alma could be seen standing next to the drawer laced with jewelry and next to her clothing after clothes as you stepped out of the restroom with Raine and the servants not long behind you.

As you sat on a chair in front of the drawer, the ladies proceeded to style your hair and do as Alma instructed: make their Highness even more beautiful than the gods themselves! There is a long-running prophecy in the Kingdom of Wisteria. Every member of the royal family will receive a gift when they reach the age of 21. Your father was given the gift of true love when he turned 21, and he met your mother that same night while he danced and drank the night away.

Left me to fade away

Your mother was a princess from a long-dying nation. Her folks were renowned for their beauty and sage advice. It was just coincidental that she was there; the invitation had arrived at the last minute and she was contemplating dismissing it. But her parents persuaded her to go in the hopes of building contacts with other Kingdoms and saving their dying kingdom. So she gave in to her parents' request and went to the feast. She did, however, make a few connections to her delight. She felt exhausted as the night progressed, and while going through the castle's lengthy halls, she noticed a garden.

She stepped outdoors and took a deep breath of fresh air, letting out a slight sigh and smiling. She could see how the moon highlighted the rose walls as she walked around. She had no idea how long she had traveled before coming upon little bushes of moon flowers, her kingdom flowers. Her hand extended out to carefully touch them, almost as if she was afraid that if she was too harsh, they might weather in her touch. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned to face a man and stated, "I apologize." She mumbled Apologitive before turning to go away.

But honey, now the turn is mine

As if struck by dread, as if if he didn't talk to her, he'd be sorry for the rest of his life and for years to come. "What's your name, madam?" he inquired as he stretched for her hand. The prince of Wisteria met the love of his life in the moonlight, surrounded by a sea of brilliant flowers, a princess from a country whose history was on the verge of dying out and being forgotten.

When you ask your parents how they met, they always tell you this story. It was like fairytale stories, which you wanted to have one day. "Your Royal Highness?" Alma's voice jolted you out of your trance. You let out a hmm and glanced at her in the mirror, urging her to continue. "Have you had them again?" She inquired. You sighed and nodded your head. "Yes, they have been more frequent than ever." You notified her. You've had this strange recurring dream for as long as you can remember.

A devil made from heaven, sent from above

A towering figure entered your room in your dream. They have stunning Ruby eyes and would follow you everywhere. Their hand would hover over your face before beginning to trace your cheek almost lovingly. They lowered themselves till they were only a few inches away from your face. "I know you're awake, my sweet little dreamer." They spoke in a honeyed, silky tone. " Sweet dreams, you little dreamer." It began with basic terms that everybody could understand. You sprang up, a cold sweat streaming down your body, and looked about wildly. How did he gain access to your room? You were ten years old when it began, with a faceless stranger chasing you like prey.

They had been stalking you in the shadows of your room for the next 8 years, paralyzing you while you slept and touching your vulnerable body. They slid their hands into your nightgown and felt your chest rise. They circled and squeezed your sensitive mounts, a smile on their faces as they drank in the sensation and sight of you. Their lips collided with yours, gasping at the sensation of how soft you were. "It's all done, Your Highness." Alma spoke up. You looked in the mirror and blinked. You've probably zoned out, recalling your vivid dreams. Raine looked at you, concerned, and asked, "Are you okay?" Her image appeared before you. You gave her a gentle grin." Yes, I'm fine." It was true, but it didn't mean you weren't embarrassed by the arousal tugging at your legs.

Looks like Henry's got a little date, let's have some fun

You looked at Alma and asked her how long before breakfast, lifting her wrist and inspecting her wacth. " It's 10 to 9. You're all set to go." She spoke professionally as she saw you rise from your seat. Raine approached you and complimented you, saying, "You look stunning, Your Highness. You're an exquisite gem." Alma opened and kept the door open for you as you exited your room and made your way down to the dining room.

You looked out the window and enjoyed the view. The garden's flowers appeared to be floating on water as they swayed in the little breeze. What a serene sight you thought, the sea of vibrant hues practically reflecting a rainbow on the ground as the sun shone above them. deciding whether or not you should take a trip down to the garden to sip some tea while taking in the blooms.You reluctantly lifted your gaze to the door, which you failed to see was drawing near. Two guards stood on either side of the door before one opened in and announced. " Their majesty, their Highness Y/n." As he held the door open and you were on your way, they let go of the door and returned to their guarding duty.

We've got lots to do, little errand boy

The dining area was lit up, with lights beaming on the marble floor, golds on the walls, and the chandelier casting an ethereal glow over the rest of the space. It was like walking into a painting of heaven, as your father, the emperor, looked up at you, a smile on his lips. He moved up to you and hugged you as he stood up in his seat. "Y/n, dear, a very happy birthday." He spoke and pulled the chair to his left. “Thank you, Father." As your mother smiled at you from her seat to his right, you told him.

"Y/n, are you excited?" Your mother inquired politely. Her face was merely a loving expression, a pleasant smile that everyone adored. Your siblings, the empire's young prince and princess, gazed up at you in amazement. The twins are ten, and they were looking forward to dressing up and having fun at tonight's banquet. "Y/n," your sister Eleanor exclaimed as she turned to face you. "What do you think your gift would be?" Elliot grinned at you. You stared at them both, slightly puzzled, before softly shaking your head. "Mother and Father discovered true love. All I want is happiness." You told them the truth, which was correct. You desired to be happy and avoid a loveless political marriage.

Come to me at Cloud Nine

The kitchen staff entered through the doors, bearing plate after plate of food. From soup to stake, plates were placed on the table. A maid place a dish of excellent in front of you, as well as the rest of the family. When the maids and butlers finished arranging the plates, they silently backed away, forming a line close to the wall. The royal family began to eat their meals one by one. It was a calm morning of eating and covering with each other here and there. You graded a napkin and wiped your mouth clean after finishing the first day's meal.

You put the napkin down and turned to your father, declaring, "Am full, I shall excuse myself." You stated, gently getting up from your seat and bowling as a sign of respect for the imperial suzerains. You turned to head towards the door as you waved farewell to your siblings. For you, Alma unlocked the door. She followed you as you went by, as did Raine. “What should we do, Your Highness?" You hummed pointlessly while Alma questioned you in a sweet voice. Before making a decision, "Prepare a carage for me, I would like to go into town." You asked for. Alma was about to beg you mercilessly when she turned to face you, but when she saw your puppy eyes, she gave up.

To be the perfect angel, some sin must be done

She sighed, tired, and whispered curses and/or why she constantly fell for your tricks. Raine and Alma assisted you in changing into civilian clothing as you returned to your room. Raine gave you a cloak for your protection. She brought it up. "You must return in two hours, no exceptions." Alma chastised you. You thought of her as a second mother. You massaged the back of your neck shipily, "Yes, Alma." You let out a chuckle . Alma anticipated you back to the castle at one o'clock in the afternoon. You made your way down the long corridors and down the steps to the first floor, to the door. Where a butler and four knights were patiently waiting for your arrival.

"Your Royal Highness." announced the buttler and the knights bowled to you. "The carage is ready for your departure." Oliver, the taller of the knights, spoke up, a scar over his nose. His face was expressionless and solemn. He remained your guard dog; you'd never guess he was married, and to Alma of all people. Even though he appeared mean, you could see it. He was an extremely caring individual. The personnel in the castle were all caring and courteous. You didn't need to know how far some of them would go for you. They would kill for you without hesitation or concerns. You were excorted to town , walking down the stairs and into the carage.

You told me what to do and what to say

Looking out the carage window, you could see the castle walls fade into the forests and huge landscape, while the lake mirrored the sky and light rays. It was a beautiful day. You closed your eyes and listened to the birds' melodious melodies and the horses' gallops. The hums of the outside world almost put you to sleep. To you, the ride was a blur. A knock sounded out in the air, and you slowly and sleepily opened your eyes. You rubbed your eyes and searched for the door handle as you looked out the window to catch Oliver's gaze.

You smile broadly as you open the door and take a deep breath of fresh air. The carage was positioned in an alleyway, distant from the villagers but still accessible in case of emergency. As you entered the town street, you pulled your hood over your head. Purple banners hung over the town, and you smiled at the sight of the numerous colors and market stalls. Magnolia and moonflowers from the royal family were draped throughout the city as decorations. It was significantly more entertaining than the majority of the aristocratic gatherings you had attended. You walked about with excitement, checking out the stalls and watching people dance.

I couldn't escape

You approached a vendor selling sweets and said, "One, please." The vendor was an elderly woman. You asked holding a finger up. She gave you a smiling up-close gaze. "Of course, dear." You gave her the cash and she dutifully selected the candies you had requested. You surprised when you opened the bag and said, "Are you sure?" You asked her. She sent you on your way by waving. "Yes, enjoy the festival.” You cheerfully nodded once she finished, thanked her once again, and continued your sightseeing.

You'd been browsing about for a while, mostly distracted. You unintentionally bumped into someone. When you looked up to apologize, you found... no one. You thought it was strange, but you kept walking. The street began to fill up, and you heard one of the knights yell your name. You came to a halt as you passed into an alley, waiting for them to catch up to you. But that was your mistake. They lost you the second they lost sight of you in the crowd. A hand grabbed your waist from behind you, and before you could open your mouth, a piece of fabric covered your nose and mouth.

You got to choose the ending of my fate

Your efforts proved futile since the more you struggled, the more you inhaled the chemical on the fabric. Into the hands of the person who would decide your fate, your limp body dropped. “We finally meet, Little Dreamer." Ruby eyes lovingly studied your face as a slender finger pushed a stray hair away from it. His face was played with by a smile that extended to his eyes. You were finally his! But he was unable to begin formally courting you until tonight.

He held you in his arms affectionately and softly. You both became one in the crowd that was moving through town. He hummed in ecstasy, a hunger satisfied simply by having you in his arms. He proceeded until he came to a door displaying a sign: This building has been totally hired out for the night. Thank you for your patience. Have a good time at the festival. When he heard from on of his spies, he was overjoyed. Inform him that you would be going into town for a short time. He could finally have uninterrupted time with you, even if you wouldn't remember much of it. His face flushed as he opened the door with the key.

You put me astray

He was in a rush. He disliked the way his jeans felt since they were too tight. Your back was against his chest as he held you steady, and his arm was wrapped tightly about you. He used his other hand to shuffle the table in front of him. He placed you lightly on the table after entirely emptying it. Your head lolled to one side while your chest gradually rose and fell, signifying unconsciousness. As soon as his finger touched your lips, a chill ran down his spine. Your dream state was pleasant, but not as real as it could have been because they were so soft to the touch. You didn't do anything, yet you might have broken him.

His finger moved deeper into your mouth, touching your tongue. He began to carefully pull your tongue out of your mouth with his pointer and middle finger. His dick twitched at the notion of pulling an unconscious groan from you, yeah, you liked it. He couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you hard. His tongue invaded your mouth, moaning at the taste of you and deepening the kiss. He clamped his lips, pulling away from you with a shuddering whimper. He pondered what your sex might taste like if your tongue tasted this good.

But not anymore

His trembling hands drew down your top, peering into your chest. You moaned slightly at the cold air, biting your nipples. His mouth wet, and he rapidly became attached to your mounts, licking and sucking them. He pinched and massaged them since he didn't want to leave them alone. He bit your nipple in delight as your back rachd met his mouth and touched. I'm eliciting more groans and whimpers from your delicate body as I enjoy my limited time with you. He let go with a pop and looked down at your lust-filled eyes.

His hands rapidly removed his belt and pants, his cock sprong slamming on his stomach. His erection was hovering over your face as he grabbed your face into the his hands. His tip brushed your lips, and his hips threatened to collapse into you. Slowly, he worked your mouth open, and you were so heated by the gods. Lips enfolded and properly absorbed his dick. It seemed as though your words were destined for him. As he began to pump into you, your tongue slipped beneath his dick. It began slowly, but as pleasure took over, his thrust got rougher. Your moans merged into a symphony of pleasure, so take him like the good slut you are.

I'm in control

His movements become sloppy. He had completely lost himself to the pleasure of your mouth. He twitched a few more hard strokes, and he was coming ropes after ropes into your mouth. He slapped your face gently, " Come on, be a good whore and don't spill my seed." With a sadistic smile he pinched and closed your mouth, forcing you to drink everything up. He let go of your nose with a hmm before pressing his thumb to your lips, pulling your tongue out. Giving you a passionate kiss on the lips as a reward for being so good.

You stared to groan and shift in your sleep, meaning that the drug was wearing off and you would wake. He was sad his time with you was coming to an end, but like the carrying lover he was, he helped you pit your clothes back on. Once you were set and ready to go, he began to carefully lift you before a thought crossed his mind. Walking over to your lower side, he worked your underwear off. You can't leave him without a parting gift, can you? Now he could take you back to does pesky knights of yours. He stepped out of the building, pulling your hood over your head. It didn't take long for him to notice them, and when he approached them, he pretended to be concerned.

I have the stage

"Excuse me," he said to attract their attention. They were tense the instant they noticed you in the man's arms. " Could you assist them, they fell near my shop?" He stated anxiously, holding you out to them. Oliver instantly picks you up in his arms and examines you thoroughly and deceptively. He thanked the man once he determined you were unharmed. His wacth rang before he could ask the man his name. That meant it was time for you to go back to the castle. He turned to face the stranger only to find him gone, weird, but he had other things to attend to.

Oliver gently placed you in the carage and began informing everyone that it was time to return their Highness home. The catage slowly began to draw away and began its voyage back, leaving the village and its residents behind. With a quiet low groan, their eyes flicker open and blur as they acclimate to waking up. The first thing you noticed was that you were moving, not on the street but within your carage. You're left wondering how this may have occurred. Had you fallen asleep by accident? No, you shake your head at the concept, as if it were unthinkable. Your most logical approach was that you had passed out, but were and how? Your most plausible explanation was that you had passed out, but had you and how? Your thoughts were as foggy as static on a radio. You sighed and switched your gaze to the window, admiring the natural scene as the carage drove by.

You can't turn the page

After a while, the Castel walls appeared beside the oh-so-familiar gates of your home. You'd only be a few minutes away from the Castel's entrance. The carege began to slow down before coming to a complete stop. Your jaw was clenched, and your tongue had an unusual flavor and were you missing your underwear? -Tap tap - you faced Alma as she softly glanced at you. You opened the door and met her eyes with a wave. "I hope you had fun, your majesty." Her voice exclaimed, "The town is so colorful, I enjoyed it." Your words were genuine and honest.

Time seemed to move faster in your eyes, passing in a blur. Nightfall had descended in the sky before you realized it. Maids and butlers ran from one location to the next, while chefs and gardeners worked diligently to ensure that everything looked great. Everyone worked hard to make this the most gorgeous, lavish, and unforgettable banquet in history. There would be no expenses or details overlooked. It had to be flawless for their Majesty. During this time, many nobles, including the royal family, began to plan. Putting on their most gorgeous outfits and the most beautiful jewels they owned.

Now all eyes on me

Alma, Raine, and a few other maids began to assist you in preparing for your wonderful occasion. You were dressed in the finest silks available and soaked in the sweetest and most lovely perfume money could buy. The greatest of the best, the finest of the finest jewels adorned your body and hair in a magnificent and graceful style. You were magnificent when the companions completed preparing you; in their opinion, not even the best and most rare jewel could ever compare to you. They were just stones, and how could they ever convey you in words?

The person looking back at you in the mirror was stunning. They appeared to be dolls. Your hand raised up to touch your face, like a living doll. Your reflection followed as you marbled at it, 'Beautiful; you exclaimed in hushed tones. You couldn't believe it was you, but you had no choice because you were staring at yourself. Three strong knocks jolted you from your stupor, and Alma stepped up to the door and opened it, taking care not to disclose you in the process. The person on the other end of the conversation had a brief chat with her, which you could hear no matter how far away they were. Regardless, you waited patiently for her to return to your side to provide an update or pass along a message.

All eyes on me

Before closing the door and turning towards you, you give the person a nod. "Your Highness, the banquet will start shortly," Alma stated. She pulled you up and began bringing you towards the door, reaching over to your seated form and taking your hand in hers. Except for Alma and Raine walking alongside you, the corridors were absolutely vacant. Every royal family member was not allowed to be seen by anybody other than their personal maids or family on their 21st birthday. It could bring you bad luck and have an impact on the blessing you receive tonight.

if only it were true, and no one save your maids had seen you. You didn't believe in superstition, despite the pair of eyes following you from the shadows. Your garments fit you wonderfully as you walked softly, the silk of your clothes flowing like water from a river. You waited 30 minutes before the banquet in a different room. You could hear the announcers, and there was a dish of food and a cup of tea on the table in front of you. Take care not to spoil or wrinkle your clothes as you sit on the sofa.

So many experiments, so many mistakes

You could hear the announcer as they announced your family's arrival. " Ladies and gentlemen, please greet his and her Majesties.The Wisteria kingdom's monarch and empress." As the door opened to welcome them into the hall, an outpouring of applause rang in your ears. Their voice rang out again not long after to announce the following line of royals. "Please accept Their Royal Highness, Princess Eleanor and Prince Elliot, the royal princess and prince." You could hear the people's loud talk as they celebrated.

You took a drink before returning your now-empty tea cup to its plate. You gazed up at the night sky, observing as the moon and the sky glowed in the darkness. It was like a painting's starry night, magnificent the more you saw it. The door next to you creaked open, Raines' head peeping out at you. Her right-hand beckons you to her, and you get up from the couch and move up to her. "It's time, Your Highness," you say quietly, tilting your head. Raine gave you a friendly smile.

But I'll go all the way 'til I'm in perfect shape

As you neared the banquet hall entrance, Almas's hand was in yours, and you could hear the many conversations on the other side. Alma knocked on the door, backing up to a safe distance so as not to get one K.O. from it. " Ladies and gentlemen, the moment has arrived. Their Majesty, the Wisteria gem. Their Majesty Y/n," they said, and the room fell silent for the first time since the banquet began.

The doors slowly opened to reveal a sea of people, chandeliers blazing brilliantly as stars. The hall was designed with a fairytale/garden theme. It seemed as if you were staring at the night sky through a garden doom. The oracle was kept in a big capsule shaped like a star in the middle of the ceiling. The gift was the only thing that determined your fate for the foreseeable future. You wanted to gaze out the window for a while longer, but you were being swamped by nobility wishing you a happy birthday, You were tempted to scoff. The majority of them were suckers, power-hungry hyenas.

First the worst, maybe third's the charm

You couldn't help but see eyes staring at the back of your head as you socialized with the few folks you knew weren't here to suck up to you in the hopes of gaining political support. You were tempted to turn around, but practically everyone's attention was on you. After all, it was your birthday. Everyone's attention was drawn to the sound of glass being struck by a spoon. You looked about for the source of the noise, then up to see your father standing on a balcony. Only the royal family was permitted to sit in it.

" May I have your undivided attention?" His Majesty's authoritative voice echoed around the room. Given that all eyes were on him, he added, "Y/n would you come and join me?" The sea of people slit open, creating a path for you as you made your way to his majesty, as he voiced out. Oliver was waiting for you at the bottom of the steps to take you up. You could hear some of the people whisper as you climbed up the steps, careful not to fall. 'They're so lovely, one would say, while another would say, 'I wish they could marry me.’ On the last step, Oliver extended his hand to your father, giving you to him as he prepared to finish his speech.

So close, oh, I cannot wait

"On this blessed night, we have gathered here to celebrate their Highness's 21st birthday." Raise your glasses in celebration. "Happy birthday, my darling." Your father finished with a toast to you. The other visitors followed, and they all wished you a Happy Birthday in unison. " Thank you for your kind wishes. Please relax and enjoy the banquet." You made an announcement to the entire room. You took a step back from the balcony and sat close to your mother and siblings, talking and making small talk here and there!

You were enjoying the peace and quiet of simply having to sit with your family instead of talking and seeing individuals you didn't want to see. Your attention was drawn to the sound of rumbling. It was initially silent before becoming louder. "Ah, it must be time." Your mum made a remark. You sought a watch but couldn't find one. Was it already eleven o'clock? That must mean that you gazed up at the celling, seeing as the star containing your present gradually barante lower itself.

The demon won't taint me now

You rise from your seat and approach your father, gazing in astonishment at the glittering and sparking light. You received a nonverbal nod of approval from your father as you looked at him. Your father was next to the stairs, holding out his hand. You made a short bow before taking his hand in yours as he led you to the center of the room, where the star was. As the chandelier lights dim, only a spotlight shines on your walking figures as they move closer and closer to the center. Once in the center, all of the lights were turned off, leaving only the moonlight and the sparkling lights of the shiny ornament hanging in the center of the chamber.

"It is time for the oracle to grant my child a miracle. This kingdom's future ruler." The monarch declared as a gathering of people stared in awe. " Go ahead, honey." As he gazed at the oracle, the emperor nodded at you. You placed your right hand on the surface of the star, looking straight ahead, expecting your hand to contact the oracle.You watched as the surface beneath your palm sparkled in a throbbing rhythm, glistening like a jewel in the sun. Its brilliance grew brighter and brighter until it halted, and a voice from the star spoke.

'Cause you're the sacrifice he'll slay

"Oh, my my. What do we have here? A Jewel to rival the gods, a symbol of beauty." The volce uttered. It sounded manly, with an amused tone _you gave a confused gaze at the star, "Your future Is veLY Interesting, yes, yes." They mumbled out, as you Imagined he nodded while holding his chin. "You will be blessed with a fertile life on this day. May your years ahead be filled with Joy and prosperity. Your love will treasure you with adoration." They spoke In a solemn tone of volce. Your eyes enlarge and your mouth slightly opens, as if you're a fish out of water trying to comprehend the scenario.

"What do you mean by 'fertile*?" You Inquired almost in hushed tones, hoping no one could hear what you were saying. "Fertility will benefit you whether your love is a guy or a woman. Though some gods enjoy playing with words, fertility means what it means. Whether you have a man's, a woman's, or another body, you may have the opportunity to start a new life." They replied in the same tone of voice as you, in a faint whisper that only you could hear. "That Is the miracle bestowed upon you; I bid Your Majesty farewell and wished you a happy birthday." The lights dwindle until they vanish, Indicating the end of the oracle until the twins' birthday years later.

You said I wasn't good enough to stay

You wanted to hit and beat the damnd oracle for daring to utter such a thing, as well as the God who sent you this gif in the first place. You were seeing crimson, your eyes were dilated, and you were shivering with rage. But before you could tend to anything or anyone, someone requested your hand. "Your Highness, may I have this dance?" The stranger took your hand in his, bowed, and kissed the back of your hand. " Do as you please." As music began to play, you were brought to the center of the room. You dance and dance to the music, one step after the next. You both came to a halt as the final tone sounded before bowing and saying your goodbyes.

As more people began to dance, the music began to ramp up again, ushering in a new round of celebration. You Bagan to move away to one of the several balconies to get some peace and quiet. You'd had your fill of socializing and meeting new people for the evening. You sighed as you sat down on a couch. Already exhausted, you worried that Alma or Raine had noticed your disappearance and started looking for you. You should have brought a drink, but you were so eager to leave that you forgot.

You put me away

Someone was seeking for you while you were engrossed in your thoughts. But they couldn't find you in the banquet while they were overioved to have heard the oracle. It seemed as though the gods were blessing them by making you entirely theirs. They could build a beautiful family with you, and the thought made their heart expand and their dick twitch. You're sitting on their lap, your belly distended with their child. Their rationality was gradually evaporating.

They requested their eyes and ears to look for you since they couldn't find vou anywhere. They command one on their eyes that notified them where you were after you left. They graded a drink and made their way to you, their precious little love, with a smile. They feigned to be lost and just happened to stumble across you as they neared the balcony you were on. Your gaze wanders up to their form, eyes marveling at them. They wanted to ravish you right now, God."Please accept my apologies, Your Highness." They spoke!

You took away my future and my fame

You noticed a figure out of the corner of your eye and stared in astonishment as you tried to find out who it was. He was by far the most attractive man you'd ever met; he had hair as silver as the moon, and in the light of the moon, it gave him a halo of white about him. His eyes drew your attention more than his impressive jawline.Ruby eyes, the way they looked at you, as if they were memorizing every detail on your face. They appeared so familiar as if you'd seen them in your nightmares, yet you'd only just met this man.

As he observed you, he let out a husky chuckle. "You appear thirsty, your Highness," he said as he offered you his drink. "Do you want some?" He paused. You cast your gaze between him and the glass of champagne. He waited with bated breath until you reached your conclusion. "Thank you, may I know your name?" you say as you extend your hand to take the drink. You inquired, catching his gaze.He let out another chuckle, and hearing it made you feel sinful."Dorian Nikolai." He cheerfully informed you, his voice sounded familiar. You wondered where you'd heard it as you took a sip, then another.

But now that will change

You gazed at the glass as you took your last sip. Was champagne always a sweet drink? You tried to stand up, only to stumble with your feet, as if you were inebriated. The glass in your hand shattered and shattered. Dorian extended his arm and grabbed you about the waist.He smiled at you like the Cheshire cat, but you couldn't see it. You held his arm and looked at him with terror and perplexity. opening and closing your mouth you asked the question. "What exactlv was in the champagne?"

He let out a tiny laugh as he caressed your face with his free hand.Your face became more flushed with each passing second. Your body was getting warmer, and your breathing was becoming uneven. "TIl take good care of you, my little dreamer. The sparkle in his eyes sends chills up your spine. Wait, did he just call you a "little dreamer?" His remarks caused your pupils to dilate. You tried to shove him away, but vou were too weak. You were terrified, your eves swollen with unshed tears. Oh, How he liked the sight, a moan left your trembling voice cords.

Focus on me

A tear finally escaped and rolled down your cheek. He kissed the wayward tear as he dropped his face to yours. When he did, he licked his lip and smiled at you, "Tasty." You tried shaking your head free from his grasp, but he held on tight. "What's the matter? You want me to kiss it more passionately." He inquired almost condescendingly, and before you could respond, his lips collided with yours. Muffling your cries and stealing them as his. He began to slowly paw your chest, eliciting an uncontrollable moan from you.What a lovely voice you had, his lower half twitched in anticipation.

Your entire body twitched. It was as hot as fire. "Wh-what exactly did you do?" Your comments came out slurred, followed by a choked sob, demonstrating how inebriated and distressed you truly were. "Don't worry, it's just an aphrodisiac." You were forced onto the couch while your mind digested the words that came out of his mouth. Your mind was like a broken record, with pleasure and lust coursing through your veins. His lips kissed you all over your face and body. "Moan for me, my little dreamer." He spoke into your ear as his hands slid to your lower body, his touch memorizing your body.

I'll be all that they see

His head rose as he turned to face your considerably more agitated and breathless face. The bulge of his dick could be seen. He got to his feet and bowed before you. Your sex was made visible to him when he raised up / pulled down the bottom half of your clothing. Your hands attempted to move his head away from your sex, but all of your strength fled you the moment his tongue started to slip up your sex. He used his mouth like an instrument. Your groans were the result of his labors, which he heard. He was only made more satisfied the more he heard them. He licked your sex and sucked on it, consuming much of your cream.

You gasped and covered your lips with the back of your palm as a knock echoed through the air and you let out a breathy moan. Surprised, you tighten your thighs, which only serves to further entrap him. "You're Highness?" As Alma cautiously opened the door, her voice could be heard. "Y-yes?" As the wicked bastard remained attached, you inquired. He continued sucking gleefully. "Are you okay, you sound strange?" Worried, she enquired. You apologized, tripping over your words, "Am fine, just a little ahh tipsy." Your toes began to curl as the stimulation pushed you over the edge, and the knot in your gut grew tighter and threatened to burst.

I'll make them sway

Your groans were getting more and more difficult to hide from Alma. “Are you certain that you're okay, Your Highness?” Her voice was getting more and more worried. Dorian continued to laps at your sex, while pumping his fingers in and out of your sex. When she didn't hear back, she said, "Am coming in." Your body becomes more sensitive, twitching, and trembling as a result of the physical effects of panic. Alma would see you being enjoyed by a man you had just met if she turned the corner. You were on the verge of breaking since the whole situation's humiliation dulled your thoughts with pleasure. “C-could you just bring me some w-water, Alma?” sounding like a plea for help.

"Mm, if you say so." Alma deliberated before closing the door and returning to get you something to drink. Dorian smiled at your situation, and with a couple more strong thrusts, the coil cracked. Your body trembled and spammed as you moaned in a high pitch. Your juices poured and landed on his chin, and he licked your sweet honey. He stood up and stared at your disoriented and fucked up countenance. Eyes rolled back, skin flushed, mouth agape, and the involuntary spasm here and there as the rush swept over you.

No, can't run away

"Now, my dear dreamer. Why don't we have some fun in your room, Mm?" Your head was so fucked up, craving for more of his touch, more pleasure, that you didn't even notice you nodded to Dorian's request. He mended your clothes and assisted you in getting to your feet. He was confronted face to face with Alma as he approached the door with you in his hand and opened It. She stood there with a glass and a jug of water, watching the scene before her.

Alma's hand almost lost grip of the glass as her face turned bright crimson with rage. She snarled at Dorian, "Unhand their Highness, you pig." Before speaking, he peered down at her, amused. "But their Highness requested that I assist them to their room," he almost acted offended by her comments. Alma turned to face you after looking at him with disgust. "Is that true, your highness?" She was curious. "I- I'm tired, and I didn't mean to bother anyone." You breathed while under the influence of the substance. "Nonsense, Your Majesty. Give them to me and I'll take care of them." Alma proposed, much to his dismay, he became irritated by her interfering.

Now all eyes on me

He gently snapped his fingers, and from the corner of the hall, you noticed a figure dressed entirely in black. They moved in silently until they were directly behind Alma. They lifted a hand up and hit the back of her neck, knocking her out. As the glass fell and cracked, spreading the water jug to the ground, her body slumped limp into the stranger's arms. You let out a startled gasp, "A-Alma," and looked up in fear at Dorian. "She's fine, wicked wrecked getting in my way." Waving to the stranger holding Alma, he explained. Dorlan tightened his grip on your waist as he led you to your chamber.

The entire trek to your room was a blur, and the moment your door closed, he started undressing you. He unbuckled his pants by yanking them down and exposed his cock to you, he then flipped your body around and bent you over. Pumping his dick a few times to completely erect it, rubbing his erection over your hole before penetrating you with a strong thrust. As your moans resonated across the room, he bounced you on his dick, fondling your chest. You could feel him in your stomach, rearranging your guts to his Ilking, drilling into your walls.

Ooh, babe, hey

You begged him to be gentle with you with broken moans and whimpers. His hands were behind your back, holding your hands, and with each thrust, your body arched forward. He let go of one of your arms, reaching forward and grading your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Kissing you passionately, his tongue lapsing over your tongue, whispering "Mine" like a ritual, pounding into you. As he plunged into you yet again, hitting the point that caused you to see sparks in your vision, your thoughts became a jumbled mess. To dumb out from pleasure, your brain couldn't connect together an understandable sentence.

You whined at him as your walls tightened around his dick, not carrying anymore, just wanting to feel another orgasm. "Are you about to cum?" He questioned you, now with your face pressed against the floor and your tongue spilling out of your lips, muttering nonsense. "If you want to cum, you'll have to beg me like the whore you are." He growled directly into your ears. "I-I want to-"Your moan Interrupted you, eyeballs rolling into your skull. "Answer me, slut." He compelled you." P-please...let me c-cum." The knot in your stomach tightened as you felt his dick quiver inside you.

You don't know what it's like to drown away

You pleaded, squirming at his words. "You are so good for me," he said as he massaged your nipples," Here's your reward." He thrust Into you a couple more times before shooting rope after rope of cum Inside you. Your tight wall milked his seed into you, pushing his dick deeper within you for good measure. He wanted to be certain that the oracle was correct and that he could have a family with you. He pulled out of you after he was done releasing his seed inside you. As his seed oozes from your hole, he leaves you on the floor, ass straight up.

Going to the bathroom and seeking something to clean you up. You weren't in a position to do anything, saying to yourself something along the lines of 'so good.' Whimpering from the high, you're juiced and his mixed together in a pool beneath you. When he returned, he cleaned between your legs, removing sweat. Your flustered expression was adorable, with flushed cheeks, crossed eyes, and mouth agape. He washed your face before lifting you into his arms and carrying you to the bath, where he ran you a warm bath.

In a puddle of shame

When you woke up you were in bed covered by your blanket, With the sensation of your body thrusting forward. Loking up your met with Dorian humping into you. His cock left a trail of silk on your thigh, as his dick pressed and soon penetrated your sensitive hole. A moan left your lips, as he held your waist with a strong grip. His hands would most likely leave fingerprints when he was done abusing your hole for his pleasure. He pressed his large palm over your stomach, as his bulge wrecked through you.

"Be a sweet little dreamer and take it." He said as he kissed your cheek, your tongue hung from your mouth. Saliva spilled out your mouth as moan after moan was pulled from your twitching body. The coll In your body began to tighten before soon it broke. You came undone under him, twitching and moaning his name like it was a prayer to the gods itself. He kept thrusting into you as you whined from overstimulation. He came not long after you had come undone, spilling his seed into your body, marking you as his.

You, yes, you

The next time you woke, you were alone and completely sore. You felt that your body was made from concrete. With a groan, you got out of bed, pulled your blanket with you, and walked over to your wall where a bell with a string rested. After ringing the bell twice, you returned to your bed, and after some time, you heard a knock at your door." Come in," you told the person. You expected Alma to be entering the door, but instead, it was Raine.

"Yes, your Highness?" Raine asked as she walked to your side. You looked up at her before asking, " Is Alma alright?" You held worry in your eyes, and Ralne let out a small 'Ah' of understanding. "Worry not your Majesty, Alma has just fallen with a cold." As she informed you, you let out a small sigh of relief. Raine helped you to your feet, taking you to the bath. She didn't ask any questions about the marks on your body. You were grateful for that.

Made me insane

You were glad that Alma was not hurt by Dorlan, You were glad that you had woken up alone for whatever reason. You were worried most of all about the oracle. You would have to go to the castle's library and look into it more. You could also go to the doctor/magician's tower and research more about the topic. " All done, Your Highness," Raine exclaimed. "You were getting in the habit of getting lost in your thoughts lately. After getting out of the bath, she helped you get dressed.

You have decided to take a walk in the garden, maybe that might help you clear your mind. Raine helped you pack a basket for you to enjoy, some of your favorite treats and drinks, just what you needed to relax. As you walked and passed the garden walls, you breathed in the fresh air and the scent of flowers, and a smile graced your face. You came to a stop at the center of the garden, where a gazebo stood. Its pillars are surrounded by roses, bushes, and other types of flowers.

But not anymore

As you enjoyed the peaceful view, listening to the birds sing, and the wind moving the trees, you felt so calm. You enjoyed your peace along with a few treats here and there. From the distance, you spotted a butler walking towards you. You waited patiently for them to arrive, and when they did, you politely asked them, " How may I help you?" They gave you a bow before speaking, " His majesty, the Emperor, wishes to speak with you." They stated.

You gave the a nod before responding, " Very well, thank you. I shall be on my way." You spoke as you stood from your seat and stared your walk. You pondered what he could want to speak with you about as you walked the long hallways of the castle. Arriving at his office, you knocked twice on his door. Before announcing your arrival to him. From the other side, you heard him call out, " Come in." Taking his response, you graded the door handle and twisted it open.

I'm in control (I am in control)

As you walked into the room, you asked, " Father, what is ut that you could like to speak about." Finally lifting your head as the door closed behind you, you spotted a familiar figure with Ruby eyes sitting on a couch next to your father's desk. Your body frozed on the spot, remembering the way this man played with your body. Eyes wide and dialeted from the rush of emotions running through your head, " Take a seat, dear." Your father offered, hands crossed together over his desk

Taking a seat on the other couch next to your father's desk, you turned and looked at him. " Father, what is the meaning of this?" Your tone sounded inraged, but the could be the result of your emotions running amuck miles per hour in your mind. " Let me introduce you to the son of one of my good friends, Prince Dorian Nikolai. From the Kingdom of Snow and Ash." Your father introduced, as Dorian waved at you with an innocent smile.

I have the stage

You were awestruck, Dorian was prince. The man that ravished you like an animal, as if you weren't anything but a flashlight, a piece of meat to pound into. He was in your home, and for what more else to get his greedy hands on. " He has come here to officially court you. He has already asked for my blessing. His father hopes that we can make an alliance." Your father explained the reasons. Dorian rose from his seat, took your hand in his, and gave it a gentle kiss. Bowing, he said, " It is a pleasure to meet you, your majesty. "

As he did so, your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel your cheeks growing red. It was as if had corrupted you, twisting your sense of love and affection to his liking. His eyes looked at you with a burning possession, like you belonged to him and only him. Your eyes were meant to look upon him while he was created for the sole purpose of worshipping you. " It is also my pleasure, sir Dorian." You spoke, sounding breathless. You were ashamed to be filling aroused by his intense gaze and in front of your father, nonetheless. Dorian smiled at you knowingly.

You can't turn the page

" Great, now that you are both acquainted, we can start with the next step." Your father called out, catching both your attention to him once again. For the next couple of weeks, you and Dorian went out on dates. You so desperately wanted him to mess up, to slip in the slightest so you could tell your father to break the courting immediately. But that didn't happen he took you to your favorite places, got you flowers, and so on. If he held your hand, he held it just enough for you to feel his warmth, only to take it away and having you crave his touch.

As the weeks turned into moths, you had discovered that you were starving for his touch, even if it was in the slightest. You wanted him to look at you, to kiss you, to touch you, to love you. You didn't know what to do with yourself, you went to the magician. Telling him you felt sick for some reason, he ran some tests. By the end, he congratulated you, " You're in love, Your Highness." He smiled at you. You were....in love with Dorian? But...you hated him, right? Your mind was a mess. Your heart was telling you one thing, while your brain is telling you another.

Now do as you're told (Encore, hit the beat, boys)

Dorian knew what he was doing. He was making you so touch starved that you would have any other choice but to ask him. He waited patiently. At first, he held your hand for a long period of time before slowly decreasing it to accidental or sutel brushs of the hand. Watching as your eyes closely looked at his hands, anticipating to fell his touch only to be disappointed at getting almost nothing. He could see he was at your breaking point he just had to push you harder over the edge until you broke.

He was sitting in the garden with you, as he invited you to have a picnic with him. You were sitting in front of him in the chair opposite his, as you eat at the gazebo. You were barely holding eye contact with him, as he talked to you. He called your name, making you look up at him, “ Come here." He politely asked. You placed your utensils down before walking over to him. As you stood before him, his hand extended to your face, whipping some crums from the corner of your mouth.

Focus on me (Focus on me)

You blush at his actions, " What's wrong?" He asked you. " I have fallen...for you." You spoke, looking him in the eyes. He smiled, his eyes wrinkling in delight. He took your hand and sat you on his lap, " And why is that little dreamer?" He asked, amused. " Your touch sets me on fire, I feel I might have become addicted." Yiu spoke softly, lowering your head in shame. His pointer finger and thumb lifted your chin, making you look at him. He kissed you, a quick kiss on the lips. Before he kissed you once again more deeply. You both shared a passionate kiss.

You felt his growing bulge press against you. As he held your waist and softly thrusted into you, trying to get as much friction as he could. Breaking the kiss, you moaned, panting for air. He watched you ride him, eyes clouded with slust. " Won't you help me with this, dear." He spoke, pointing to the ever growing bulge in his pants. You knelt before him as he spread his legs to give you access to his clothed erection. His hand rested on the top of your head as you unbuckled his belt. Your body was hidden under the table, as you pulled his underwear off.

I'll be all that they see

His cock sprong out, his pretty pink tip dripping clear pears. It was veiny. You held it in your hand, giving it a few pumps up and down. Staring up at him with your doe eyes before licking his dick from the base up. You heard him gasp a "F-fuck." As his hips buckled into your hand. You kissed his tip before taking him in your mouth. He was big, and your eyes swelled with tears as you took what you could of his length. He stroked your cheek lovingly as you adjusted him into your mouth.

Soon, your tongue began to swerell around his length. Your head bouncing up and down, saliva falling from your lips, his hands still rested on top of your head. As he threw his head back in pleasure, he spotted movement from his peripheral. In the distance, a lone butler was waking his way towards you both. He voiced his concerns to you, but that only made you suck on him harder. With the butler quickly approaching, he could feel himself, start to twitch. His balls began yo tighten it was only a matter of time before he came undone.

I'll make them sway

The butler finally arrived, and he tried his best to seem relaxed. " Pause my intrusion, but is their highness here?" They asked, looking at him. He could feel you smiling around him, chiki little slut. "N-No, they just le-left to the castle." He stumbled out. You sucked on him harder. He didn't think he would last long. " Ah, I see. Thank you, sir Dorian." The butler bowed to him as he spoke. He turned around to take his leave before stopping again. " Are you alright? Your face seems a tad red." They asked him. "Y-yes. I'm just a little tired, I-I suppose." His voice threatening to stutter as he speaks.

Shit, he he was breaking. He was about to come as your tongue rubbed his slit, the butler looked at him before nodding and walking away. The second the butler was out of ear shot, he graded your head and thrusted into your mouth. With a groan, he spilled ropes after ropes of come into your mouth. You gladly accepted it, swallowing it all up. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, "You're so good for me, darling." He stroked your cheek. He helped you up and gave you a kiss.

No, can't run away

When he broke the kiss, he looked you in the eyes before speaking, " When we get to your room, I will fuck and stuff you full of my cum that you won't ve able to walk tomorrow. Considere that you're punishment and reward for being such a good slut for me." He finished by giving you a kiss on the lips. Enjoying how your pupils dialated and you shifted on his lap excitedly. "How did you get in my dreams?" Your doe eyes looked at him in wonder. " I guess we shared the same fates. That is why I was in your dreams, to find you and make you mine." He said while kissing you.

He lifted you into his arms and carried you down to the castle. He was going to make sure you couldn't walk tomorrow. Let alone talk after moaning and screaming his name in pleasure the whole day.

Now all eyes on me

Now all eyes on, all eyes on me

❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍

-` 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉, 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞𝖊𝖉! ´- sorry It took so long I was running out of ideas for this one.

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『･ﾟ✧💌🎪✧･ﾟ』

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✙-` 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊! 𝕺𝖈 𝖝 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖚𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖑! 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗´-✙

➢-`𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖙! +𝟏𝟖 𝙼𝙳𝙸´- 『𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎!』

➣ -`𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!´- -`⁺◛˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖◛⁺´-

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Long, long time ago

I had my own little show

Was a beautiful, loveable angel

But he took the spotlight, shining so bright

Left me to fade away

But honey, now the turn is mine

A devil made from heaven, sent from above

Looks like Henry's got a little date, let's have some fun

We've got lots to do, little errand boy

Come to me at Cloud Nine

To be the perfect angel, some sin must be done

You told me what to do and what to say

I couldn't escape

You got to choose the ending of my fate

You put me astray

But not anymore

I'm in control

I have the stage

You can't turn the page

Now all eyes on me

All eyes on me

So many experiments, so many mistakes

But I'll go all the way 'til I'm in perfect shape

First the worst, maybe third's the charm

So close, oh, I cannot wait

The demon won't taint me now

'Cause you're the sacrifice he'll slay

You said I wasn't good enough to stay

You put me away

You took away my future and my fame

But now that will change

Focus on me

I'll be all that they see

I'll make them sway

No, can't run away

Now all eyes on me

Ooh, babe, hey

You don't know what it's like to drown away

In a puddle of shame

You, yes, you

Made me insane

But not anymore

I'm in control (I am in control)

I have the stage

You can't turn the page

Now do as you're told (Encore, hit the beat, boys)

Focus on me (Focus on me)

I'll be all that they see

I'll make them sway

No, can't run away

He lifted you into his arms and carried you down to the castle. He was going to make sure you couldn't walk tomorrow. Let alone talk after moaning and screaming his name in pleasure the whole day.

Now all eyes on me

Now all eyes on, all eyes on me

❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍

-` 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉, 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞𝖊𝖉! ´- sorry It took so long I was running out of ideas for this one.

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Rusulka, out here living her best life. I wanna live like her honestly, she a Baddie.

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𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖈𝖎𝖙: 𝖄𝖊𝖆!

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🎐𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝟏🎐

This is the end

You had to acknowledge that England was an entirely different world from Russia. The weather was pleasant, tranquil, and serene. You hadn't seen the sun in a long time, and you enjoyed the sensation of the warm rays kissing your skin.

You were performing some stretches in the gym. It was early in the morning, precisely 0300. Your internal clock was, to put it mildly, messed up. You got 3 to 4 hours of sleep because it was still Russian military time. It didn't bother you because you were more of a night person than a morning person.

Even in the morning, Russia was usually dark; the sun rarely showed its face, and with the snow, seeing or feeling the light was a miracle. You chose to get on the treadmill after you finished stretching. You were dressed in leggings and a baggy blouse with a sports bra underneath. You enjoyed running while listening to music; it was a relaxing way to start the day or go about your daily routine.

Hold your breath and count to ten

Sweat began to accumulate on your face and roll onto the floor as you ran. You had ditched your large shirt at some point since it was sticking to your skin and made it difficult for you to run. You were panting, taking long breaths in and out to ensure you had enough air in your lungs and didn't collapse on the floor. not wanting to choke like a fish out of water, desperately trying to survive.

You scooped up your water bottle off the ground as you came to a halt on the treadmill. You eagerly, greedily embraced the chilly liquid that spilled into your mouth; it was as pleasant as a piece of ice. You chewed it and exhaled a blissful sigh. Your muscles praised you for the rest of the misery and pain of running.

You were too caught up in your own world to notice. The dark figure stands in the gym doorway with its arms folded. Their eyes followed your movements while you ran on the treadmill. Their gaze never leaves your ass for long. They watched as your throat bobbed up and down, avidly consuming as much water as it could without choking.

Feel the earth move and then

Ghost was strolling to the far end of the base, his workout bag strapped over his shoulder. His face is still covered by a balaclava. It was 0400, which was an ideal time for him to do some exercise. And what better location than the gym at the distant end of the building, where no one except himself and König goes.

It was serene and deserted, and most importantly, he didn't have to interact with other people. It was too exhausting to engage with anybody other than his crew, much like he preferred to train. So, when he noticed the door ajar and the lights turned on, he assumed König had gotten an early start. But he was oh so mistaken.

He watched you and watched you as if you (your body) were placing him in a spell from which he couldn't look away. He wouldn't dare to turn his gaze away… He observed your lips pulling away from your bottle. You hadn't noticed him yet. Oh, you have your headphones on as you take a seat next to your bag. That's why you didn't hear him approach or open the door.

Hear my heart burst again

Ghost entered the gym, taking measured steps to the weights. That's when you notice him; his towering form walks into the gym, and your gaze follows him. Your mouth damped as you notice him wearing a huge loose tank top and long jean shorts. You notice the tattoos on his forearm as you glance at his arm. He appeared to be a nicely crafted sculpture with delicate hands. To be kissed by the breath of life in order to completely realize his true masterpiece.

You remove your headphones and place them on your neck, your eyes discreetly following his movements. You watch as he places his bag on the floor and lies down to lift the weights. You rise from your seat and watch as his muscles change up, down, and back again. He did look sexy without his gear, but with or without it, he looks phenomenal.

When you hear the sound of metal contacting metal, you are drawn away marbling and intrusive thoughts. Your gaze meets Ghost's, sweat on his face making his form shine in the light. Had you actually been staring at him for so long that you didn't see the sweat forming? You both exchange a brief glance before he lifts his pointer and middle finger, motioning you over to him.

For this is the end

He was attractive, a honey-sweet trap that drew you in before corrupted you till you broke. With each stride, you could feel your heart pounding like a drum in your rib cage. His void-like glare followed you as you stopped in front of him. Even while you were standing, he made you feel smaller.

He stepped up from his seat, towering over you. Making you aware of his evident sheer strong power, which he could use to smash, crush, and rip you apart if he so desired. He gazed down at you before speaking to you with his deep and forceful voice. "Rusalka, what are your plans?" His eyes narrowed as he inquired.

You couldn't stop the smile from spreading over your face; he wasn't asking gently. He was demanding, commanding, and ordering you. But you weren't afraid in the least. It was exciting, causing every nerve in your body to tremble. Because you were never normal to begin with, your answer was nothing like the working mind of a regular human.

I've drowned and dreamt this moment

"And what would you know?" The little subtle indications of frenzied pleasure you were experiencing from the whole encounter were threatening to crawl no, scratch, and rise to the surface like an exploding volcano, you questioned coolly. "Don't play games with me." He threatened, his hand reaching out to grab your jaw.

Your thoughts quickly return to the moment he pummeled you like a mad beast. As if you were no longer a regular human but his special, live, breathing fleshlight. You blushed simply thinking about your starved, shameful thoughts. You kissed his hand, which was still firm and tight, focusing your entire face, body, and soul on him and him alone.

"I just work here now, nothing more, nothing less. "Would you like another round?" You ask him softly, like the sickeningly delicious aroma of a carnivore's flower, luring its victim near enough for its petals to wrap around its struggling body and snuff out its dying breath. "Looks like we'll have to continue this later," an alarm wailed, breaking the tension between the two. You then grabbed up your belongings and departed.

So overdue, I owe them

You left him yearning for your now-fleeting and vanishing touch under his fingertips. You were addictive, something he couldn't stop thinking about. He was alone with his thoughts, a tent constantly rising on his trousers as he imagined your expression. His palm clenched and his body shook slightly. "Fucking hell…" was all that came out of his racing, frantic frame. You were going to be the end of him, and he was relishing every minute of it.

It was 04:30, and your body felt sticky and unclean from the sweat that had accumulated on your body after exercising; you couldn't wait to wash and lay down for some much-needed rest. You walked into your room and went about your morning routine, having a lengthy warm shower. You exhaled a sigh of relief as you felt the tension and anguish leave your body.

Swept away, I'm stolen

You emerged from the shower feeling well taken care of. As you dried your hair with a towel, a towel wrapped securely about your torso. Walking up to your outfit, which was neatly laid on top of your bed, you hummed to yourself.

You were sitting on your bed, gripping your pants. Getting in one leg at a time to avoid jumping like a rabbit and hopping one leg in and then the other. You throw your shirt over your head, tucking it in and trying to seem acceptable. You put on your combat boots and knotted the laces, stomping each foot to ensure they were securely fastened.

You stepped out of the room with a spring in your step, making your way to the training gym. The training activity was announced by Captain Price. You were overjoyed to see what was in store for you. You walked inside the gym and noticed that everyone was there. They appear to be waiting for you to come before beginning the instruction.

Let the sky fall

" раае, was I late?" [Sorry]As you approached Price, you spoke professionally and respectfully. "Not at all." Price grinned and motioned you to stand next to the soap. "We participate in hand-to-hand combat training." He talked from the center of the room, gazing around at your expressions. You could feel the thrill in your bloodstream as you awaited the start of the fight.

Soap gazed down at you, a grin on his lips as he saw your joy radiate from you. He leaned up close and asked, "What are you getting on, lass?" He grinned as your eyes met his, and you smiled back, a giggle escaping into the room. "ні на штo." [Oh, nothing]

Nothing was a lie. Your bones, nerves, and body hurt from having had so much release in the form of sheer devastation. Ghost and König stood there, envy tearing at them, scorching them with the nasty need to have just them, only they could hear your song-like affection of laughing. Why are you being so obstinate when you were theirs?

When it crumbles

Price had finished talking and was now assigning everyone a sparring partner. Gaz and Price, then König and Ghost, and then Soap and you. Soap stepped out to sit by a wall as Price and Gaz began their match. You took note of him and followed him. You just had one thought, and that was to apologize.

You hadn't apologized to him for shooting his leg, and you hadn't explained why. He laughed, and it was contagious, urging you to chuckle as well. He wasn't upset. He was aware that it was part of your job. He was merely relieved that you didn't kill him.

"Rusalka, soap. Are you ready?" Gaz called out to you both, and Soap sprang up from his seat. You uncross your arms and move away from the wall, meeting Saop in the center. Your left leg moved slightly behind you, but your right leg remained securely planted on the ground. Your right arm should be in front of your face, and your other arm should be at your side.

We will stand tall

You watched with bated breath as Soap did not do the same. "I'm not going to take it easy on you, lass." He talked while still keeping an eye on you. "I wouldn't dream of it." You made the first move as you smiled. You let your body flow like water, the sluggish river heading in one direction before revealing the whirlpool. Waiting for its victim to sink.

Moving as if you were about to deliver a left uppercut, only to alter it as his body language shifted to protect his left. Your right fist made contact with his cheek before he realized what you were doing. You returned to your old posture, studying as his mind digested what had just happened.

Soap instantly recovered, gently flexing his jaw. His body moved with deliberate steps from defense to attack as his leg lifted and aimed to contact with your stomach. You captured it, and it quickly let go. You were looking for a specific opportunity.

Face it all together

When it came to hand-to-hand combat, you liked to put your mind and body in the embodiment of a snake. Soap throws a punch at you, and his right arm extends to you. Planting your feet, you graded his arm, and your leg swept him, making him fall. His elbow catches his fall, his arm still in your hold. You slid your right leg over his shoulder as he tried to stand up.

You had him in a triangle choke grip. Even though their grip is firm, a snake should never underestimate their opponent. Soap's knee was firmly planted on the ground, your legs wrapped around his neck, and your right hand was securely placed on your chest. He was standing up, and you were increasing your grip on his neck and grabbed his leg.

Swaying his body mass, he lay flat on his back. You leaned back, stretching his right completely completely against your body. The more he tried to struggle, the more you python against him, no matter how big the prey is as soon as the anaconda has its body wrapped around you it's over.

It's just a matter of time before they suffocate you, till the last thing you see and feel is their chilly body wrapped over you. Constructing you till their jaws can totally eat you until nothing remains. Victory belongs to those who declare failure belongs to the shattered and fallen.

Let the sky fall

141 stood there watching the spectacle unfold in front of them. The snake choking the defending hound who didn't know any better was like something out of a nature documentary. Soap patted your thigh twice before you let him go, asking if he was okay. He slimed shamefully and nodded affirmatively; Soap knew from then on not to anger you.

It was a sight to behold, but like with all enthralling spectacles, it had to come to an end. Ghost and König were standing up now, wanting to be the ones constrained by you. To be enticed by your thighs till the borders between imagination and reality blurred into one.

You are aware. You have no clue how much you instilled in their thoughts, slowly corrupting them from the recesses of their already deteriorating, confused minds that can only think of one thing and one thing alone YOU. Oh, how they intended to shatter you and wreck your body and spirit. Until you can think of nothing but THEM since you are theirs.

When it crumbles

Price's voice drew your attention: "Ghost, König, are you ready?" He asked calmly. Both guys nodded in acknowledgment, and there was a brief period of silence before they began to spar. It was fascinating to see Ghost unleash a punch. You couldn't take your eyes off them, as if you were watching a cage battle between two ferocious creatures.

The battle concluded when König struck Ghost in the jaw while also giving him a bloody nose. A drop of blood trickled down, leaving a pattern on the balaclava's white paint. Price inquired about Ghost's well-being, and was met with a grunt and a nod.

König apologized to the masked nan. With him, you couldn't judge a book by its cover. He was a massive man, yet to you, he was a large puppy. As soon as the training was finished, Price dismissed everyone. Everyone was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. While you spoke with Price, the lads went to change. He also asked you a few questions, to which you willingly replied.

We will stand tall

After a few minutes of discussion with the price, you strolled to the changing room while singing a Russian lullaby. You grip the door and swing it open, allowing access to the chamber. You were greeted with an interesting sight. You thought the males were done changing but you were so wrong. You watched as the Ghost, König, and Soap had their shirts off. Ghost was unbuttoning his pants, König was putting his pants on, and soap had his shirt slung over his shoulder.

Your gaze swept over König and Ghost's bodies, seeing the scars on Ghost's chest and side; König had a pretty substantial scar on his side that ran down to his hip. The image in front of you was racing through your head like a hamster wheel. The guys' brains were working overtime. "Прабачцe" [Excuse me] you said with a straight face, closed the door, and departed with your face getting as red as a tomato and as hot as the sun.

Soap was the first to come out of his stupor, having noticed it just in time. He dashed to the door and yanked it open. " Rusalka-" he turned right and left, but you were gone like the wind, nowhere to be seen by the three guys you had left standing in the changing room by your surprise arrival. Everyone hastily changed and exited the room. You returned 5 minutes later. You decided to change and continue about your day because the coast was clear.

Face it all together

You spent the remainder of the day drowning in the dreadful thing known as paperwork. You truly contributed to a burning home and a group of people turning it into a Bond fire while sipping vodka like it was water. You were thinking aimlessly about a drink at this point.

It was 1700 by the time you peered up at the clock like a frantic adolescent in the final lesson of the day, waiting for the bell to release them until the cycle began again the next day. You hear a knock on your door and say, "Come in." You summoned the guy on the other side of the door. Gaz entered with a smile on his face. You weren't sure if he possessed orange cat or golden retriever enthusiasm; it might be both.

"Would you like to join us for drinks?" He asked, a bright smile on his face. Gaz was too bright for your eyes to look at if you wanted to stare at the sun. "Time?" you said, turning away from him and back to your paperwork. "We'll meet at the front of the base at 1900." You in?" he said, optimistic, staring down at you. "тaк, why not?" [Yes]You smiled as you glanced up at him. Maybe you can drink your troubles away and make yourself dumb fuck silly with a bottle or three, right?

At sky fall

You were finished with your papers by the time the clock struck 1900, head down, forehead on the table. You were groaning like a zombie, your back hurt, and you were suffering from a witched headache. Why, why did the military force you to labor so hard?! You despised paperwork, and a knock interrupted your thoughts. The individual entered via the open door. "What are you doing, lass?" you said as you lifted your head to see Soap. "You appear to be dead." Soap giggled as you raised yourself up and stretched your back, smiling as you heard the pleasurable pops.

"He might as well be dead." You approached him, stepping around your desk. Soap reached out his arms to greet you. You puzzledly stared at him, turning your head to the right, ah, Hug. You liked Soap. He remembers that until you're comfy or feel like it, you're not an affected person. You hugged him briefly before pulling away, saying, "I need a shot." Soap hot on your toe, you remarked as you tapped his shoulder and walked out of the room.

Price welcomed you, Gaz waved, and the two enormous shadows nodded as you approached the front of the fortress. " Okay, when can I drink?" You closed your eyes and grinned, arms held out. Long live the Russian liver, to be a reformed alcoholic! Soap was the designated driver when you entered the car. You virtually jump to the bartender when you arrive. "Can I please have a bottle of vodka?" You informed her.

At sky fall

You kissed your bottle before opening it after much admiration from the bartender and some assistance from Price, like a kid in a candy store. You exhale a sigh of relief as you take a sip directly from the bottle. Everyone looked at you as though you were insane, but oh well, drink. Ghost wasn't drinking much, but he still had a drink around, könig. You could tell he hadn't picked up on anything.

Soap eventually decided to challenge you to a drinking contest, which you eagerly accepted. Gaz and Price joined in, and the winner was the last one remaining. You took your bottle, Price took his glass of Whiskey, and Gaz and Soap took their beers. The remainder of the crew stood by, unwilling to join in on the drinking fun.

You have no idea what time it is? What's your name, and where are you? Soap had his head down on the table, Price appeared to be able to fly with the wind, and Gaz, well, I don't know. If you were the last one remaining, how many bottles did you have in three, four, or five? When they glanced up to take you to the car, Ghost woke up soap while he was helping Price up, König was helping Gaz off the floor, and when they looked up to take you to the car: Where the fuck are you?

Skyfall is where we start

Soap stumbled out of the bar, and by the way, he was trying to walk, you could assume he could hear and taste colors. That's how plastered he was. Ghost and König put everyone in the car and started to look for your drunken ass. It wasn't long before they found you. You were behind the bar crouched and seemingly talking gibberish in Russian.

You abruptly stood up, holding the biggest raccoon they had ever seen in their lives. You were cuddling it in your arms, and the fact it was just chilling like it was a normal day. König slowly approached you," Liebe, put the raccoon down." "не, мой, гэты таварыш Іван." [No, mine, this comrade Ivan.] Holding him closer to you, you looked like you might bite if they took him from you.

After 10 minutes of a standoff with a drunk woman, two confused men and a chill I don't give a fuck raccoon. Finally, they ended up convincing you, and you put comrade Ivan down. The raccoon was confused and started following you, and you just wanted to take him home, but you had to go back to the base.

A thousand miles and poles apart

You don't remember how you got home. You just remember waking up with a wicked headache and the will to die, not live, just outright end it. You groggily got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom. You start to strip and enter the shower, turning the water to a warm rainfall. You heard some sound -tink tack - then *pop*, you started laughing before letting out the loudest "БЛЯТ " [ FUCK]. Soap was the first to run into your room, seeing was believing and what he was seeing was downright vile. But still, it was a little funny.

Your room was utterly drowned, and water was everywhere coming out of the wall! Your clothes and things were floating on the floor. You opened your bathroom door, and water just spilled out like the Niagara Falls. A towel wrapped around your body and hair covering your face, if Soap had to describe you in two words, it would: The Ring. You absolutely looked like you came from a horror movie. You blew your hair out of your face. With the most annoyed look on your face.

You raised a finger and said, as calmly as you could, "Not a single word or I will make you play Russian roulette With a full fucking chamber, Got it." Your accent added to the eerie and scary tone. Price and the rest of the staff stood by while your room was transformed into an aquarium, with the only thing missing being the fish. "Captain, I would like to borrow some clothes." You inquired about a fresh pair of clothes. You were more irritated than anything else. After what seemed like an eternity, someone came up to you with a change of clothes, thanking them, and just walking away to the nearest changing room. Because fuck it, you've had other issues in life, but this isn't even one of 99.

Where worlds collide and days are dark

After taking a well-needed shower and changing into new clothes, you began to go on about your day. Training and paperwork Aka death by words and numbers, eating and mindlessly walking around the base feeling the warn briss of the sun on your skin. You would be seen eating outside or on the odd occasion sleeping under a tree you found. You really enjoyed the warm weather. As you were on one of your usual mindless walls around the base, a recruit came up running towards you.

You lifted up a brow, wondering what the urgency of him was coming to you. You had heard here and there that most were scared of you. You didn't really have the friendliest of faces, always looking mad and rarely speaking unless you needed or were asked something. So seeing a recruit willingly come seek you was, surprising to say the least. Either he was brave or stupid, or he was under orders, you guessed the latter.

The soldier straightened and stood at an attending position. "Speak." Your voice was flat and monotone as you stared into his soul, not blinking your eyes in the slightest. " Ma'am! Captain Price wishes to talk to you, Ma'am." He said calmly, just as he was trained to do. " Ateas, alright." You quietly thanked him before going on your way to Price's office. Wondering what he would want, scold you for running away from work, or actually teaching Soap how to play Russian roulette. Many possibilities, many questions, and a few answers.

You may have my number

When you arrived at Price's office, you raised a hand up and knocked on the door, waiting to get an affirmative response from the other side. "Come in," you heard from the room, you graded the door handle and opened the door. Seeing Price sitting in his chair, holding a pen, and writing on some paper. A cigar in his mouth, his gaze lifted from the paperwork to your figure standing in the doorway.

" Rusalka, you're here." You give him a firm nod. He extended his hand to his side, signaling you a chair at the corner. You walked over to it and sat down with one leg crossed over the other, sitting there quietly and calculated. " I wanted to talk to you about what happened this morning." Price spoke, putting down his paperwork leaning back on his chair, and holding his hands together.

" The pipes from your bathroom exploded and dusted some pipes along your room. It will take a few days to fix them," Price explained, while you listened intently. A very important thought crossed your mind as Price talked, " What will my accommodations be?" You asked him. "About that, there are no other rooms prepared for anyone to live in. Unfortunately, since you can't go back to your room, you're going to have to share a room with someone." Price spoke calmly and professionally. " With whom?" You asked him, leaning forward on your seat. " Either König or Ghost, since they're the closest to your room."

Your face became adorned with a small settled smile " Гэта будзе весела, Alright. " [This will be fun] you wondered how they would react to this arrangement.

You can take my name

König and Ghost were called to a meeting with Price regarding an important discussion. They wondered what it could have been, but neither the less they walked to Price's office. They arrived at the office door, Ghost knocked on the door and walked in König right behind him. "What did you want to talk about?" Ghost spoke to Price. " Rusalka is going to be sharing a room with either of you. You can choose who rooms with her." Price finally answered, Ghost was moving with a stern face while König was a complete mess under his mask. They were both going down an internal spiral that was quickly spreading like wildfire the more time passed.

Unbeknownst to Price, he had just given Ghost and König a chance for revenge. No more side glances from you, subtle winks, and sexual gestures that left them flustered, with you just turning around and pretending to be innocent. Like you weren't tempting them, feeding onto their lust for you. Watch your steps. They will be counted and monitored until you enter into the lion's den. Price dismissed them both, and they walked out of the room. They shared a small glance, and from then on, a plan was formed. A bird can fly if their wings are slowly cut until one day it just can't fly anymore and has to depend on others.

You went on about your day with no idea of what this whole arrangement was going to bring for you. König was searching like a lost puppy, walking up and down the stairs, which got him weird looks. You weren't there, and he doesn't like it. It was only in the afternoon when he stumbled upon your sleeping body in the 'lounge' room, right there on the couch, with your legs tugged against your body and your hair falling across your face. You looked so peaceful, so easy to break.

But you'll never have my heart

His mind ran to the darkest place he could think of, how he would tie your hands with his belt and fuck into you until you can't live without his dick in you. How he wished he could bend you over the table and take you right there, not caring if someone saw you. Fuck you doggy style his hands holding yours back as he pounded your face into the floor, he wondered what face you would make. Would your tongue be out of your mouth and you're slightly drooling, or would your eyes roll onto your skull and you mumbling nonsense.

König quickly shook his head and stood up to leave, not acknowledging the obvious growing tent in his pants. What were you doing to him? Just the idea of you has him frustrated. The image of you has him struggling, his so glad that the military had drilled self-control into him. If it weren't for that, he would have had his way with you. He couldn't help wondering if this was the same effect you had on Ghost.

It was 2000 hours, and you still had to figure out two important things. 1. Who's the room you were sleeping in 2. Clothes, you didn't have any night clothes. As you walked down the hallway, you spotted the shadowy shape of someone leaning against the wall. But to your disappointment, you couldn't make out who it was since the lights were too dim for you to tell. It wasn't until you were face to face with them that you could tell who it was, Ghost.

Let the sky fall (let the sky fall)

In a deep, voice at made his British accent intoxicating he spoke, " Took you long enough." You tilted your head to the side, letting out a confused." Huh." Wondering what he was going on about."You're sleeping in my room tonight." He spoke, walking away and towards his room with you following behind him. When he arrived at his room door, he opened it and gestured for you to come in, and you gladly did so.

His room looked like no one lived in it, plain and empty. It was spotless and meticulous. You walked up to the edge of his bed and took a seat in it. You watched as he walked around his room, seemingly looking for something. He handed you a pile of clothes. You looked at him, puzzled, and took them from him, and began to unfold them. It was a large shirt and a pair of shorts, Ghost began to undress taking his shirt off.

You watched his body with the eyes of a predator. You stood up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom, taking a look around before stripping and getting into the shower. Taking a warm bath before putting on the clothes given to you, you let out a small string of giggles. It's probably sounding like a crazy person, but let's be honest, you were not wearing a shirt but a dress. Pants, nah, those shits as big as your torso. Do they fit? not unless you want to be tied like a bag.

When it crumbles (when it crumbles)

You watched as Ghost wore a loose tank top and the same shorts he had given you. He turned to look at you, seeing how much bigger the shirt was on you. You had the shorts he gave you in your hands and handed them to him. " Here," you spoke to him. "...." he didn't respond. I just stared at you for a moment. "They're big. If I tie them, they still fall. The shirt is big enough." That was your only answer to him. " So where am I gonna sleep with you or the floor?" You ask them in a flirtatious way. You heard the most sinful sound you had the pleasure to be blessed with, his laughter to be precise he chuckled at your question. You could die in peace for all you cared.

“ You can take the left side of the bed, I’ll take the right side.” Ghost sighs, walking over to his closet and opening it. He pulled out an extra pillow and threw it over to you while he held a blanket on his arm. Ghost approached you, towering over you “No funny business, Rusalka” This was more a statement than a warning, “Alright.” Yeah, that's a lie. You had easy and unadulterated access to his body. You wondered how much it would take until he finally broke. Ghost turned the lights off, and you crawled into the left side of the bed, laying your head down on the pillow.

When Ghost got on his side of the bed, his back was toward you. Blanket covering his torso, balaclava never leaving his face. Waiting until he was asleep to take action, you raised your head and turned it, watching as Ghost's chest rose and fell. You slid over towards Ghost and stabled his waist, pinning his hands above his head. You lowered to his level and began kissing his neck, his jaw, and so on. Sealing the deal by grinding your hips against him, you were enjoying every single moment of it.

We will stand tall (we will stand tall)

Kissing messy passionate kisses all over his body, like you were admiring a beautifully crafted statue made by the gods. Your lips kissed his through the balaclava, lifting your gaze to meet cold demanding ones. It was exhilarating, sending a lust-filled shiver down your body. " What did I say." His deep voice warmed you. " Oops, I forgot." You playfully tease him, thrusting your hips faster a dreamy look on your face. Your body felt so hot, your mind became foggy, and your senses were full of nothing but chasing your high.

Ghost took in your flustered look and parted lips. He thrust his hips to meet yours, getting a moan out of you. He took the opportunity to flip you on your back, holding your hands in his. Your core throb, aching for the missing friction Ghost lead over you reaching for something. His hand made contact with his belt. You felt the rough material of the belt firmly wrap around both of your wrists, making sure your hands would stay bound. " Now we're playing by my rules." Ghost spoke, his hands roaming over your body that was hidden behind his shirt. His touch was like lightning, gentle jet rough his finger flicked your nipple.

The hand that began roaming your body soon lower until it was at your lower half, he grabbed the lower end of the shirt and roughly lifted it up, examining your body with hungry eyes. Oh, would you look at that you weren't wearing any underwear? His eyes rose up to meet yours, and he lifted the shirt up to your mouth. " Bite." He ordered. You opened your mouth and a bit on the material, with his hands free. Ghost began to fold your breast with one hand while the other touched your core. His thumb circled your clit, and your body desired more and more.

Face it all together

He pumped his fingers into you, and your mouth long discarded the shirt. Your mouth hung open with silent moans as your tongue hung out. Ghost lifted his balaclava, exposing his lips. His tongue slipped into your mouth and sealed your lips with yours. Kissing you deeply and passionately, his tongue felt heavenly against yours, so smooth and soft. You were starting to feel warm as if you were drunk. You were running out of breath, trying to shuffle away and push away the man, kissing your breath away. But the more you struggle, the more his tongue slips and buries deeper into your throat. Your eyes were blurry, mind dizzy, and you felt as if you were going to slip into unconsciousness.

Ghost let go of your lips with a satisfied sigh before he lowered himself to your cunt. Nuzzling his face between your thighs, he gave your clit a kiss. Slipping his tongue through your folds, brushing past your clit before he began sucking on your mound. Sliping his warm tongue inside you and gently working you open, wiggling his tongue from your wall to wall. Melting you from the inside out, his touch pleasured you mentally and physically in so many ways.

You couldn't help but buck against and softly but eagerly thrust your hips against Ghost's mouth, and there was a pleasant sweet taste on his tongue. He was eating you out, not stopping. It was almost hypnotic. Mesmerizing. He began to wriggle his tongue wildly in you, pressing the tip as far as it could. The way the flat of his tongue rubbed against your clit from underneath you was driving you mad. Bucking up against his mouth and clenching around him.

Let the sky fall (let the sky fall)

All the stimulation had you becoming a moaning and winning mess, your body not handling so much pleasure stimulating you all at once. Your orgasm was growing near, and you both knew it. He could feel it in the sporadic ways your hips twitched and the way you were trembling and shuddering under his grasp. All he had to do was push you over the edge until your limit broke. Pressing his tongue harder at the roof of your pussy, he started rubbing against you harder, quickly trying to work you over the edge so you could be loose enough for his seed to properly breed you.

He was right in his assistant. It didn't take long for the knot in your stomach to split. You trembled and twitched as you came undone under him, lapsing his tongue over your juices. Right now, your only purpose was to be bred. To fuck and take his seed you so want, so he will give it to you. He went down to your cunt and his cock was buried into you. It was big as you remembered it and incredibly think, opening you deliciously. You felt so good, your walls pulsed around him, you were well prepared and Ghost was already fucking you hungrily and with much passion. He wasn't going to bother to be gentle or slow with you.

He was going to breed you, break you, and never let you forget that you were his to claim in this moment and this moment only. His hands held your hips with a tight and firm grasp, thrusting into you, skin slapping against your skin. Sweaty bodies mix with each other in a passionate dance of lust and pleasure. His dick hit every spot that made you feel on fire, sending your mind into overdrive. Melodies of your moans and groans fill the air as if it were an orchestra. Your walls twitch and flutter around him, constricting him greedily. You felt as his dick fluttered and twitched inside you.

When it crumbles (when it crumbles)

He passionately reclaimed your lips. Your mind was swirling, short breaking from the pleasure you were experiencing. You couldn't think straight anymore. As he released your lips, you moaned out to him. " F-fuck, please....fill me up." His hips quickened, slamming into your cervix over and over again, making your eyes roll and unfocus with unshed tears. Until with one hard thrust, his seed filled you with rope after rope of his seed. Your body spasms under him, your own orgasm running through you in shockwave.

Ghost unties your hands from their restraints and gently hold them in his, giving your wrists a gentle kiss. Before covering both your bodies with his blanket, your eyes felt heavy as the high and satisfaction settled. You fell asleep in his arms, face gently resting on his chest as his head rested on tip of yours. He gave the crown of your head a kiss and closed his eyes. It was the most peaceful night's sleep Ghost had in a while.

We will stand tall (we will stand tall)

You woke up early in the morning, around 0500. When you tried to stand up, you found that you were held in a strong embrace. A moan slipped out of your lips as you were still sensitive from last night's escapades. Ghost felt you stir awake as you tried to get out of bed. He buckled his hips, softly thrusting into you. "Mornin'" his voice was even lower as it entranced, thank god for morning voice. "Morning,каханне." [Love] Ghost pulled out of you, and you felt cum started slowly trickling down your inner thigh.

Ghost helped you into the shower, his hands were soft as they cleaned your body. It was comforting to have someone taking care of you once in a while. Ghost had finished putting on his shirt. You had just finished putting your boats on. You walked up to Ghost standing on your tippytoes while pulling on his arm, Ghost stared at you, but neither the less did as you were instructing. When Ghost was at the right height for you, you gave him a quick but sweet kiss on the lips before walking towards the door. Ghost could only stare at your silhouette as you walked away, his mind going blank with only thoughts of you. What were you doing to his mind, from the start you were never his. It was that he belonged to you.

" Did hell freeze over? Why are you so happy, Rusalka." You head from behind you, and you turn to meet Soap. "It might just have." You answered to him with a small smile, Soap was just glad you weren't mad about what happened to your room. You walked to the mess hall, finding Gaz with a cup of tea. The mug had the words " You're not my dad!!" König had he had turned to you, and you could smell the aroma of coffee in the air. You decided to get one of your usual drinks as you sat down on the couch. It was a nice and cozy atmosphere. Expect for when Soap would say horrible jokes, even worse than your humor.

Face it all together

König and Ghost were following around. It was you had a cat and puppy at your feet. It was honestly cute. You would catch Königs fleeting eyes. His gaze would hold longing another emotion mixed into them, sending him small and almost unnoticeable smiles or kisses. You could tell his mind was swirling, threatening to spill into lust. It was like a rush of desire, his pulse quickened, his hands clenched as he felt himself getting turned on. Rusalka was like a guilty pleasure, an intoxicating burn she lit in him. God, how he wanted to get on his knees and worship your body, like the art you were.

You were in the gym, with Ghost and König. Ghost was your sparing partner, while König was doing some weightlifting. Ghost was teaching you how to get out of a bear hug, and he lifted you off the floor. You couldn't move your hands as his hug restricted most of your movements. Your face was pressed on his chest, " Come on, Rusalka. Fight me off." He said, tightening his hold on you. You arched your back against his arms and lifted your legs, circling his hips with them. Your arms slipped out as you stretched his arms a little, finally raising your right hand and punching him in the face. The punch caught him off guard for a second before you headbutted him. Prompting him to let go of you and take the opportunity to tackle him and straddle his waist.

König watched the scene with envy. He was jealous that he wasn't the one to hold you. He was desperate to share soothing jet intimate touches with you. He was green from watching the scene. You were caressing his face, leaning toward Ghost and kissing him. König cleared his throat, already at his breaking point, watching you both melting into each other. "You did that on purpose." Ghost spoke, holding your waist, and he stood up. Helping you up with his hand. " A little, his cute." You smiled up at Ghost.

At sky fall

You walked to where könig was sitting at. You weren't as mean as to not give your puppy a treat before he threw a tantrum. Your hand cupped his face, watching him melt under your touch. You sat on his thigh, a sinful smile playing on your lips as you noticed the tent in his pants. Your hand slipped into his shorts, stroking his clothed erection. Taking his cock out and in the open, caressing him up and down stimulating his tip. König threw his head back, sucking a breath in. Soft and sweet moans passed his lips, and how you relished in it.

Ghost watched, with a sense of envy. He walked over to you both and graded your face, mask already exposing his lips as he kissed you. You never thought, even in your wildest dream, that you would be doing such wild things in a gym. stroking König while Ghost began to stoke your chest, pinching and pulling at your nipple. ripping moans from you as your head fell onto König's shoulder, as you still firmly stock König quickening your motions. Your thumb pressed on his tip as pearls after pearls spilled out, " Faster, Liebe." König begged. You gladly did as you were told, König graded your chin with his free hand guiding you into a kiss.

It wasn't before long when you felt König's cock twitch and realize into your hand. Ghost retracted his hand away from your clearly erect nipple, a whine was quick to echo across the room. You looked towards König with pleading eyes, " Sorry, Liebe." König denied your plea as he took a towel and cleaned both you and himself. " It's payback for last night." Ghost Calmy teased you, while König walked beside him. Leaving you flustered and pent up on the machine. "Мудаки" [Assholes] you told them. " English, Rusalka." Ghost commanded firmly. " I said Assholes."

(Let the sky fall)

That very day you went on to find Soap, finding him in the mess hall drinking a cup of tea and eating a sandwich. You walked up to him and asked him, " Can I roommate with you tonight?" Soap took a bite of his sandwich before nodding his head," Sure lass." You gave him a big hug, " thank you." The day went on fairly normally, death by paperwork, more training and Price had informed the team of an upcoming mission. Was it petty? yes. The night arrived and you walked towards Soaps room. When you enter the room, Soap is a sweetheart, he made you your own bed on the floor along with some clothes.

You graded the clothes and made your way to the bathroom, quickly getting ready. surprisingly the shorts fit you just fine, They were still big but they worked. You thanked Soap again and went to the bed that was so kindly made for you. " Good night, Soap." You spoke as sleep slowly washed over you, before you fully fell asleep you heard a faint ' Night lass.' The next morning you woke up with an early start, getting ready for the day. Getting your uniform on and ready, you looked over to Soap, watching as he snored and drooled over the pillow. You walked over to Soap's sleeping body and smiled grading the blanket and pulling it along with his body. He fell like a sack of potatoes, waking up with a startled groan. " Up and ready," you spoke as he rubbed his ass and grumbled.

(When it crumbles)

You walked into the briefing room with Soap behind you. " Good morning, Каждый. [ Everyone] You said with a wave. From the corner of your eyes, you watched how both Konig and Ghost stared you down. You gave them a smirk, you knew what you were doing and so did them. In a twisted way, you were getting a sense of pleasure from it. " Alright, everyone's here." Price spoke, taking a drag from his cigar, taking the paperwork from his side, and spreading it out. The mission would take place in your motherland. It was about a case of human trafficking.

You looked at the map of the area, it was a remote area away from the city. The front was a casino and a famous one at that, you hear many people talking about it. The many wealthy and famous people would talk and talk about how beautiful it was. In your opinion, betting your life as well as your life saving wasn't really your cup of tea. So all this time it was a human trafficking ring, who would have guessed? You were pulled from your thoughts by Price.

(We will stand tall)

" Rusalka, we're going to need you to go undercover." Price spoke, placing a hand on your shoulder. You looked over at him with a blank face " Be myself and not get caught, alright." Price smiled, and nodded his head in agreement. As the details were explained, you once again let your mind wander. Bringing your mind back to reality to ask one question, " Who will be my partner?" getting the attention of everyone in the room, as you voiced a single question. " Ghost." Was the answer you received.

Sadly as you were going undercover as the famous daughter of a company owner, the sad part was that you couldn't have your gear with you making you feel somewhat naked. But on the bright side, you got you could use your normal resting bitch face and simply not give a fuck. Just the idea had you crackling like a Disney villain, you were going to channel your inner Cruella de Vil. Price looked at you with worry, thinking that it was a bad idea.

(Let the sky fall)

As you landed in Russia, you went to a safe house where all the supplies. you view the gear that was placed on the tables, As you walk by you spot a beautiful dagger, it looks almost out of place with its vintage design. While the Gaz, Soap, Price, and Konig started to gear up you and Ghost walked into the back. You each had your dressing room, and entering yours you saw the many clothes they had bought for the occasion. They even bought full kits of makeup.

You decided to look for an outfit that fit the theme of the casino's monthly invitation to the people, and this month was: Elegant and Classy. You searched and searched through the sea of clothes until you landed on a breathtaking red dress. You matched them with red heels, and you looked for a coat and a hat before doing your makeup. You had to make sure you looked the part, where you looked like one wrong word and the next day they would be missing.

(When it crumbles)

By the time you were done and ready you looked in the mirror. You surprised yourself with your skills, you really weren't that good with makeup but god. The way you looked right now you would ask yourself on a date. You wore a Burgundy Sequins Patchwork slit fold strapless dress, dark red pump high heels, a vintage pearl choker, and teardrop red diamond earrings. Your smokey eye make up along with your red lips made you look like a siren trying to lower you to your death. Your hair was loose from its usual style of a braided bun.

The more you looked, the more you thought you were missing something until you saw a pair of red gloves on top of the table. You put them on and smiled Perfect. Grading your coat and purse, you made your way out of the room. The dress hugged you perfectly in every way, making you feel calm and powerful. As you arrived in the front of everyone the clicking your heels alerted then to your presence. You watched as everyone turned towards you. You made eye contact with Ghost? If was the first time you had seen anything other than his eyes.

(We will stand tall)

Ghost had a beautiful mop of blond hair, his eyes still piercing through your soul. He was wearing a different mask that covered from his nose to the rest of his face. He wore an all-black suit, and he looked more stunning than ever, he was almost giving you whiplash from just existing at every moment. " You look good, Rualka." Price spoke, handing you an invitation envelope. " Thank you, captain." You told him while taking the card and opening it. Ivana Romanowski, it read. You carefully put the invitation in your purse as you made your way to the weapons on the table.

Stopping and picking up the dagger you had seen previously, running your clothed finger over it. You grabbed a thigh holster for knives and put it on your thigh making sure the knife was secured. " Kill them out there, lass." Soap encouraged. Gaz hit snuggling him with his elbow, " You're a bad influence sometimes, you know." He jokingly scored. Price clapped his hands, catching everyone's attention back to him, " Alright get, ready me leave, shorty." With that, everyone fell into work mode. After some time, it was time to begin the mission. Putting on your winter fur coat cape, it was still cold in Russia.

Where you go, I go

The drive was quiet and uneventful. When you arrived, Ghost parted the car and got out. He opened the door for you and extended his hand, to gracefully take it and exited the car. A man in a black and white tuxedo came towards you both. [ Good evening, madam and sir, may I take your keys.] He asked, extending his hand, Ghost handing them to him. The man gave a quick dow and left to park the car. You took Ghost's arm and walked towards the entrance. An older man and two men stood at the podium, [ Good evening madam may I see your invitation.] The older man spoke with a calm tone. [Yes] You said while taking the invitation out. Ghost standing decide you, [ Alright madam Romanovsky. Who might the gentleman decide you be?] He asked politely.

Even if his tone was polite, it still held a hint of a threatening authority. It was as if he wanted to investigate you before you entered the building. [This is my husband. He will be accompanying me.] You firmly stated. Your voice held a tone that it was not going to be argued. [ Ah, my apologies, madam. We will have to do a body check before letting you in, I hope you understand.] He said while gesturing to the two men. He man walked up to you and Ghost. You gave Ghost a small nod before he was patted down for any weapons, went it was you turn you made a face of disgust. Putting a hand up and stopping him on his tracks. [ You will not touch me with does dirty hands.] You looked him up and down while telling him that.

What you see, I see

You removed your coat and handed it to the man. He patted it down and found nothing unusual. He presented it to the old man, saying, [I apologize, ma'am; it was not your goal to insult you.] He said this while taking your coat and gave you a ticket. [Good, now my husband and I can enjoy the casino.] You informed him while removing the ticket from his grasp. You raised an eyebrow at the two men and asked them flatly, 'Well?' They instantly moved out of your path and allowed you to enter. Your earpiece activated as you said the words "We're in."

As you started to look around, a server approached you with a tray of champagne. You grabbed it as you reached for Ghost's arm. You touched his arm and peered intently at a man surrounded by a sea of ladies. Nikolai Morozov, the casino's owner and ringleader. You and Ghost moved over to a poker table that was entirely occupied by male players. Taking a seat with one leg crossed over the other, you sat and waited for the game to conclude. The dealer asked, [madam, will you be playing?] You gazed blankly into them, Ghost looming behind you, making you even more scary. [I wouldn't be sitting here unless I was.] You informed them of this as you handed him your player's card.

I know I'd never be me

The dealer nodded as he took your card, and the five guys at the table stared at you. But you completely disregarded them. The deck was shuffled by the dealer. Before bringing the first two cards to the table, they burnt them. Bet a man to your right called. The table was awash with Bet and Call until it landed on you, at which point you slipped your chips forward [Raise]. You flipped over your deck of cards, 20. When everyone was ready, the dealer requested them to expose their cards. You could hear some collective grunts and sighs of dissatisfaction. You were both tied when the dealer turned their cards and revealed a 20.

By the time the dealer announced the tie, you had gathered a small audience. They started gathering the cards and dealing a second round with you to start the tiebreaker. They shuffled and distributed the cards. They said, "Would you like to raise, call, or bet?" You gave him an almost bored expression as you slipped your chips forward. [Raise.] You gazed at your cards as they nodded. Your brow furrowed, your lips pursed. Today might be your fortunate day, 10 and ace. [Would you please display your cards?] You win. They spoke, and you tossed your cards arrogantly on the table, while they flipped their cards to reveal 25. It was a flop; even if you had received a lesser score, you would have won. You heard cheering from behind you and turned to see a small crowd praising your victory.

Without the security

"Rusalka, the target is closing in on you." Gaz's voice came over your coms; he was on the roof of a tall structure. His sniper scope was firmly focused and following the target. [Alright.] You pretended not to see the man and conversed with the dealer. [Here you go, ma'am; the funds will be deposited to your account shortly.] They grinned as they handed you the card back, and you heard someone clear their throat. The man wore a black and white suit and appeared to be in his late 50s. His hair was thin and reminded you of a naked mole rat.

[Dear Madam, good evening. Please allow me the pleasure of getting to know you.] You raised your right hand, expecting him to grab it and kiss it. [You have no idea who I am? I am Ivana Romanowski, a member of the Romanowski family.] you said, appearing and sounding outraged, that everyone would dare to not know your face or name. [Please pardon my arrogance, Madam Romanowski.] He was noticeably worried, fearful of offending one of the ten prominent families. [Well, as they say, accidents happen.] Ghost walked to the closet waiter and took a champagne glass after you talked and extended your hand. He put it in your hand. [ Thank you, darling.] As Ghost nodded, you smiled.

Of your loving arms

The man observed the encounter, his gaze fixed on you. He grew enraged and moved closer to and into Ghost's face. [Who on earth do you think you are? Following madam Romanowski.] He shouted, and his face flushed. You stopped him before he could continue. Disgusted, you hold your finger up and whip spit off your face. [Strike two: pull your head out of your ass and quit ranting at my husband. You pig.] You chastised your hand on your hip. Ghost would be holding a shovel as you beat this man to death and bury him if looks could kill.

The man became pale, backed away, and stumbled over his words. [a-Ah, I'm sorry if I insulted you. Allow me to make amends.] You lifted an eyebrow, signaling Ghost to come down to your level. "I'll squeeze your hand as soon as he offers to sell me a person. Inform them to have surrounded the building." You spoke into his ear, and he nodded. Ghost didn't have to say anything to be frightening; his very presence was enough. By the way, you were chatting, the guy assumed that this was his last day on Earth. His destiny is foreshadowed in the near future. [All right, what are you planing?] You snapped your finger [quickly.] You cautioned the man, and he frantically nodded his head affirmatively.

Keeping me from harm

[Right this way.] he motioned, turning his back and requesting that you accompany him. [What are you on about?] you said, crossing your arms across your chest. You needed him to take the bait while not moving an inch. And bite the asshole I did, [A unique product as a thank you for my ineptitude.] He grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. What a pathetic excuse for a human being. You nodded, and as he turned around, you graded Ghost's hand and squeezed it twice.

Ghost activated his coms and issued the order to surround the building and wait for further details. You strolled down a poorly lighted corridor until you came to a door guarded by two men in suits. He waved them off with his palm and brought out a slew of keys. He opened the door by going through them till he came to a halt on a certain key. [Please enter.]He spoke before holding out his hand for you to accept, which you did with a huff. What you saw when the lights came on destroyed your heart. Women and children were shackled to the walls, while tiny children were kept in cages like animals. You followed the man's lead as you numbered and examined them. You came to a halt in front of a cage containing two children, a girl no older than five years old cuddling a boy no older than three years old.

Put your hand in my hand

[Ah, you have excellent taste. They are orphaned siblings.] The man drones on about costs and other things. You were so angry and disgusted that you were nearly trembling. You wanted to murder him right now, [Interesting; I'd want to go over this in more private settings. A location with fresh air.] Your tone of voice suggested that you were prepared to buy them and that the mere sight of them made you nauseous. But they were mistaken; you intended to expose this man and allow Gaz to assassinate him.

[Ah, I have precisely the location.] said the guy, smiling. He exited the room, and you both followed. When he opened a door, you found yourself on the building's roof. "Do you have a clear view?" You inquired into the coms, without caring whether or not the man understood you. "Yeah, clear shot," Gaz said. You gave a nod. "Kill him, I can't stand his crap." You talked with your eyes closed.[Is there a problem, Madam Romanowski?] The man inquired, puzzledly staring at you. You looked him in the eyes and smiled slightly, [Oh, it's nothing. I just thought you'd look lovely in a coffin.] The man collapsed the instant those words left your mouth. Before his little mind could absorb it, he was down.

And we'll stand

You ran your hand through your hair as you cursed at the man's corpse. When you looked at Ghost, your head twisted so rapidly you may break your own neck. "Am going back into the room." You were trembling and squeezing your fists so tightly that you felt they may shatter. "Whatever you want to say, wife." Ghost spoke out and opened the door for you. You began walking while your mind absorbed what he had just said. You looked at him and opened your lips to say, "You know Russian." You looked at him, shocked, and inquired. He chuckled before responding. "No, but you kept saying the same thing over and over. I decided to look it up. So, am your husband, Huh?"

As you avoided establishing eye contact with him, your face turned bright crimson. "Shut up, or my other one will get jealous." You hit his shoulder and began to walk away before turning around and lifting the right side of your dress to get your dagger. " Here, be a good boy, and fetch." Looking down at you, he grabbed it in his palm and inquired, amused, "What are you going to use?" You grasped his shoulder and stepped back, removing your heel. " Darling, heels hurt for a reason. If I die, I die beautifully." You kissed him on the cheek and walked back to the room.

Let the sky fall (let the sky fall)

You strolled down the corridor with one heel on your left foot. You faked to limp while gripping the wall and raising your right foot. When you found one on a man, you said dramatically, [You there, assist me. My foot is injured.] They exchanged glances before one of them proceeded to assist you. You lifted your left hand, and as the man accepted it, you smacked him on the side of the head with your heel. The force that you used ensured that you drew blood. You reached for his revolver and placed your fingers around his waist. You let out a fake gasp as if nothing had occurred. [Why are you molesting a lady like that? You filthy man] The words you uttered drew the other man's attention.

You shot him in the chest before he knew it. You let go of the man you were holding and shot him in the head. "You almost ruined my makeup." Whipping blood from your cheeks, searching the man's pockets for the keys to the door. You slid it open and turned on the light. You watched as their terrified expressions came into focus. [It's OK. I am a member of the military, and I am not here to harm you.] You talked quietly to them, not wanting to frighten them any further than they already were. You knelt down to the cage and opened it, allowing the girl and boy to escape. They gave you a wary glance, and you smiled before opening the other cages/chains.

When it crumbles (when it crumbles)

Some of them grabbed your hand and thanked you profusely. You rescued the final woman when the young girl tugged your dress, [hmm, yes?]You inquired, gently patting her head. [What's your name, miss?] she inquired. [ Rusalka.] You informed her. [All right, I'll walk outside and make sure no one is here. [Do not come out unless I order you to.] You observed them nod. Taking your guns and walking out. You could hear footsteps approaching and people screaming. You waited for them, scanning the area for any shadows. One of the workers was the first to arrive running. Many others followed him, and you opened fire.

You continued to pile victims left and right until your rifles ran out of rounds. You threw them to the ground and examined the bodies for additional firearms, but your main concern was getting everyone out of his building and into safety. [You can come out, now.] You yelled out, hearing the door open, But you didn't turn around because you had to keep your guard up. The sight was like something out of a horror film; everything was bleeding, including the floor, walls, and so on. [Don't look anyplace but straight ahead.] You told them firmly and proceeded to walk down into the main area weapon raised.

We will stand tall (we will stand tall)

Ghost was taken aback as he watched you go away. You made his heart flutter like no other, and he returned the way he came but followed a different path. He grabbed the last man who passed him sprinting before covering his lips and slicing his throat. He discovered a rifle while searching the body and thought that the rest of the squad had entered the building and were cleaning it out by now. He waited for other individuals to pass by before shooting at a group of males sprinting around the corner. Everyone who came running with a gun was killed.

After Price and Soap had emptied the casino, König was dispatched to examine the situation. Hearing gunshots, he lifted his weapon and began to search the area. He encountered a person as he turned the corner and saw it turn around. Ghost and König both dropped their rifles as they exchanged stares. "Where is Rusalka?" König said as he looked around. When they heard a couple more shots, they swiftly scooped up their pistols and pointed them toward the direction of the gunfire. When they heard footsteps approaching, "Down boys." You spoke out loud to them.

Face it all together

You arrived in front of them, holding a girl's hand and a young boy in your arms. " Put down your weapons. You're frightening them," you said. [They are harmless.] You gave a kind smile to the individuals behind you. You started walking beside Ghost and König, leading them to the front. Captain Price is smoking his normal cigar as you gather with the rest of the crew. Soap jokingly said, "Bloody Marry or Carrie." "Mmm, I fell like a queen," you chuckled. So, Marry." You turned back and explained what was about to happen to the people behind you; some approached you and hugged you, thanking you for saving them.

You returned to the safe house once the task was completed, exhausted. You got everything off, showered, and changed into a large shirt and shorts. You heard a knock on your door and as you got out of bed and opened it, you were greeted by both Ghost and König. You spoke before they could. "König has the largest bed, and I will sleep in it; any argument, and you're sleeping on the floor." You spoke before locking the door and entering into König's room. They both quietly followed you.

Let the sky fall (let the sky fall)

You awoke trapped between Ghost and König, your back to König, a shudder running down your spine. Wet kisses were placed on the back of your neck, enthusiastically humping your inner thigh. You bite your lower lip, attempting but failing to keep a whimper from coming out. Before he talked, you could hear heavy breathing in your ear, "Shh, if you make any noise, Ghost and the others will hear you. And they'll all know you're a filthy little slut." His comments bucked your hips, and this part of him never failed to excite you.

Before you felt the head of his cock reach your entrance, he began to circle around your slit. König slipped his cock into your tight cunt, his cock twitching at the sensation of your walls around him. He began to move, causing you to lean forward slightly; you needed to remain quiet as you gasped and moaned, lest you wake up Ghost or disturb people sleeping in the next room. You and the bed tremble and bounce as König slips in and out of you, making short muted grunts while you bite your lower lip.

You let out a shocked gasp as you rested your palm on your mouth, knowing that no matter how hard you tried, you would wake up Ghost. König thrusts his throbbing hard cock even more into you, feeling no reason to be cautious because Ghost was up. While Ghost fondles your tits, König thrust deeper into your belly, keeping you full for a few seconds with a few final strong strokes until every drop of his sperm is poured into your womb. Ghost twists your breast, and all the sensation causes you to come undone.

When it crumbles (when it crumbles)

"What do we have here?" Ghost asks, looking at your shaking body. All you can do is groan as König begins to pull you out. He slipped his hand from your breast to your clit before dropping to your entrance, giving it a few teasing strokes. Ghost's two fingers are pounding in and out of you, stretching you. You began to moan as his fingers curled, causing you to arch your back. König grabs your jaw into his hands and begins kissing you as you fling your head back with a silent gasp.

His tongue travels down your throat, consuming all the moans that have come out of your lips. Your lashes were wet with tears that were falling, indicating that you weren't paying attention. Ghost accelerated his movements. You felt a coil develop in your stomach, and your hips started moving on their own in an attempt to capture their high. They were making you dizzy and lustful. König let out a satisfied moan as the knot in your stomach tightened and your thoughts became blurry.

We will stand tall (we will stand tall)

Your walls tightened around Ghost's fingers, and with one more thrust, he had you trembling and jerking under him, your back arched. Ghost's hard cock hit on your stomach, not allowing you a chance to relax. König crushed on your ass, cock throbbing aching for release. Your mind was too fried from overstimulation to protest; you needed them within you, and you wanted to be filled to the brim.

Ghost and König slid their cocks into you and totally filled you. You're so full as they bottom out to the hilt, Ghost is in your stomach stretching you out deliciously, and as they start moving, you feel them both touch your G spots. The thick head of Ghost's dick repeatedly reaches your deepest area, and König follows Ghost's tempo. " M-more…" you moaned to them, thoroughly fucked up at this point, as they proceeded to rut deeper into you than ever before.

Face it all together

They were crazy with how you sound right now. They're so engrossed in the sensation of your cunt and ass gripping them that their voices become strained and harsh. It turns you on even more since you know you can't live without them. You needed them just as much as they needed you. You can feel the imprint of Ghost's dick on your stomach, as you tighten your grip on them. You felt yourself snap with a few more final thrusts, shattering under them with a filthy moan that gave ecstasy to their ears.

You were stuffed with ropes and ropes of their seed. You couldn't keep your eyes open any longer, and you felt a kiss on your lips before falling asleep. You didn't believe you'd be able to stand the next day since your body was so heavy. They were very evil. Your eyes flew open as you awoke, recalling what had happened the night before. Your body felt like cement, and don't even get me started on your back and legs. You gazed daggers into Ghost's resting form, and he awoke almost as if he felt your gaze. He kissed your lips and said, "Mornin' beautiful." His voice was still tinged with sleep. You couldn't be upset at him.

At sky fall

König awoke and kissed the back of your neck. You both washed your teeth after Ghost assisted you into the bath and cleaned you up. König assisted you in changing your clothing before going to the restroom and cleaning himself. When you thanked them for their assistance and concern, König shook his head and said, "It's the least we can do, Liebe." Ghost agreed with a nod.

You three exited the room and made your way to the front of the safe house. The remainder of Squad 141 was present, and Soap approached you all and said, "What took you so long?" "A girl needs her beauty sleep," you said, stretching your arms back. "It took them a while to wake me up." You shrugged, and Gaz nodded, "I feel you, am still tired." Captain Price drew a pull on his cigar and exhaled a cloud of smoke into the air.

"Alright, 141, let's go home." Price spoke as he exited the building. You all let out a resounding 'Yes, sir' before following him. You exited the building with both of your lovers holding their hands. Alive and Happy.

Let the sky fall

We will stand tall

At sky fall

Ooh...

𝕻𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉, 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊: @kenma-izhu @nijiru @mishe-qm

#konig smut #ghost smut #smutty #smut #mw2 smut #smut fanfiction #sub/dom #bd/sm breeding #breeding k1nk #konig modern warfare #konig x reader #ghost x reader

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🎐-`ʚ『』✦✧✧𝕾𝖐𝖞 𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖑✧✧✦『』ɞ´-🎐

𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖈𝖎𝖙: 𝖄𝖊𝖆!

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖉, 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖚𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞🍰🍴

🎐𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝟏🎐

This is the end

Hold your breath and count to ten

Feel the earth move and then

Hear my heart burst again

For this is the end

I've drowned and dreamt this moment

So overdue, I owe them

Swept away, I'm stolen

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

Face it all together

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

Face it all together

At sky fall

Skyfall is where we start

A thousand miles and poles apart

Where worlds collide and days are dark

You may have my number

Your face became adorned with a small settled smile " Гэта будзе весела, Alright. " [This will be fun] you wondered how they would react to this arrangement.

You can take my name

But you'll never have my heart

Let the sky fall (let the sky fall)

When it crumbles (when it crumbles)

We will stand tall (we will stand tall)

Face it all together

Let the sky fall (let the sky fall)

When it crumbles (when it crumbles)

We will stand tall (we will stand tall)

Face it all together

At sky fall

(Let the sky fall)

(When it crumbles)

(We will stand tall)

(Let the sky fall)

(When it crumbles)

(We will stand tall)

Where you go, I go

What you see, I see

I know I'd never be me

Without the security

Of your loving arms

Keeping me from harm

Put your hand in my hand

And we'll stand

Let the sky fall (let the sky fall)

When it crumbles (when it crumbles)

We will stand tall (we will stand tall)

Face it all together

Let the sky fall (let the sky fall)

When it crumbles (when it crumbles)

We will stand tall (we will stand tall)

Face it all together

At sky fall

Let the sky fall

We will stand tall

At sky fall

Ooh...

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missbunnybunny · 9 months

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🫧『𝕺𝖍 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖊? 𝕬 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖞』🫧

Tw: dark kink, unprotected sex, non-con, dark content, rough sex, bondage, kinky, breeding, praise, degradation.

A/n: If something is incorrect, please let me know. using Google Translate for Russian words. I simply put down what came to me and spell-checked it. I'm not sure whether it even makes sense or not but enjoy!

Note: I'm interested in seeing how good my writing is, therefore I'm giving it my all. I have high hopes, for this one. This is a long boy. Your meal has been served, it was my pleasure serving you all 🍽️🤵🏽‍♀️.

🎐𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝟐🎐

Oh, Who is she...

-Russia, Kubinka.-

The sky was a never-ending sea of white and grey, with no sight of the sun to sprinkle a sliver of sunshine as the snow gently fell to the earth, painting everything white as far as the eyes could see. People were spotted marching up and down with their warm jackets and hats, guns in hand, flawlessly matching one stride at a time. Not one man, hair, or step out of line, just as they were trained.

An automobile stopped in front of a large structure, the driver's door opened, and a hefty man crouched down and carefully exited the vehicle. Soon after, three more doors opened, and three guys came out of the car, closely followed by a lady. Her e/c eyes surveyed her surroundings as she expelled a little puff of air and watched it develop and dissipate, demonstrating how chilly it was outdoors.

The group entered the building and proceeded to a table; the woman sat on a couch a few meters away from the table, setting her weapon down. Her colleagues each pulled out a chair and sat. You gazed at them silently as you picked up the riffle you had placed down as you walked in, taking it into your hands and starting to disassemble it. You were cleaning the scope aimlessly when you were dragged out of your thoughts by someone calling out to you.

" Rusalka." He exclaimed. Rusalka a water spirit or a water fairy. She was frequently linked to the mythological concepts of a nymph or a mermaid. The term "Deadly but Beautiful" was given to you by your superiors. You liked the name Rusalki because she was a deadly dead creature and cursed ghost that resembled a young woman. Your countless enemies would hear your name before being struck down.

timid, helpless, and frail, some would say she was. But even the most beautiful flower may be toxic when needed. Judging a book by its cover would get you killed. You were nothing but skilled, powerful, and lethal.

"Yes, Captain Azhdaya." It signified dragon. He had a bulky physique. His face is studded with minor battle scars, except for the bigger ones. One on his left cheek a few meters from his lips and concluding just shy of his ear, a scar at the bridge of his nose, and a split on his lip. "Your location will be here," he says, pointing to a map as you stand to investigate.

"You will cover the team from this distance." He ended by tugging his finger in a direction. It was an excellent location with lots of trees and tall grass; blending in with an all-white outfit in an unending field of white snow would make it simple to conceal from the adversary and get a vantage point at the same time.

A misty memory

Leshy, the forest's guardian. His honey-brown eyes examined the chart, humming a tune under his breath as he took everything in. At 5"8, he was a few inches shorter than the captain.

Vodyanoy was discussing options that they might take advantage of. The hues of the woodland were reflected in the eyes. They were two colors, yet they were as enthralling as an unending expanse of trees and flowers. He was 3 inches shorter and had less muscular mass than Azhdaya, yet he was still a terrifying opponent to face in a fight.

Chuma and Leshy were the same height. He was a man with few words. But he was always in the mood for black humor jokes, making you both laugh and smile as the captain gazed on in fear. His eyes were clear and wonderfully polished blue proportions. He was a lovely soul, like your brother, even though you threatened to slam your foot up his ass for nearly getting killed.

You made your way to the table while reassembling your riffle. As you read the orders, your pupils narrowed. Objectives Destroy the English task force and safeguard the nuclear weapons in the ware home. Your hand reached for your hat, pulling it down slightly and readjusting it.

" Put on your armor and prepare your weapons. We depart at 0800 and expect to arrive by 1000." Azhdaya spoke up, dismissing you all from the briefing to prepare for the upcoming expedition.

You all walked out of the room and into your individual rooms. There would be no time to waste. Blood would be spilled tonight, and your squad would either win or die at the hands of the enemy.

A haunting face

The trip was uneventful. You all sat in the rear of the armored truck, silently double-checking your coms, gear, and weapons. Your seat was at the rear, and you were staring out the window idly. Watching as the colors of the night and the red glimmer of the tailgate blended together in one fast move before disappearing into the darkness. Only to pick up again.

You'd lost count of time, your attention only on the glittering lights in the night. It was lovely. Azhdaya was checking in with everyone to ensure that everything was in order. The squad represented family to him. The boys were like the sons had never had, and Rusalka, like the youngest, leave her alone, and she was going to destroy the world.

His gaze was drawn to the short figure in the rear, and he made a mental note to ensure she was mentally sound. She was threatening the guys, telling them she'd stick her pistol up their asses if they died on her.

The car came to a complete halt. "Rusalka, we're here." The person next to you spoke, Chuma patted your shoulder and stated. You blink and glance up at him, then nod your head, rise up, and grip the firearm close to your chest.

The expedition had begun; for better or worse, may you all return home.

Is she a lost embrace?

You and your riffle were hiding on a hill. A light coat of snow covered your body from head to toe. If someone looked in your direction, all they'd see is a mound of snow, plants, and trees.

They might see the glimmer of scope if they looked carefully enough.

Do you copy, Rusalka?- As a voice spoke up to you, you heard the communication link come alive. That was your captain - Yes, over. -You talked quietly and quietly so as not to draw attention to yourself.

If you detect any activity, alert us - He said, staring out the window, his figure masked by the night's darkness. The others wait in their respective holdings for any others to either fire or rethink their future movements.

It was completely quiet. You had no idea how much time had passed. More snow blanketed your body like a giant chilly blanket, completely immersing you beneath it. Your hands were numb from the cold, and you had to push yourself to remain motionless as little shivers and trembles brushed your skin.

Am I in love with just a theme?

From the looks of things, tonight was going to be unremarkable. Until you heard it, that is. Your ears picked up on the faint crunching sound. It was too big for a cat, too quiet for a fox, and too tall for a dog. It was a person, but you had to make certain it wasn't a civilian.

You adjusted your riffle slightly and focused your attention on the shadows you saw slipping away in the darkness. When you saw it, they were holding firearms and wearing protective gear. -Humans- were the words that came out of your mouth as you turned on the coms connection.

You observed three towering people headed toward the structure. One taller than the other, he wore a hood, another wore what seemed to be a skull mask, and finally, a man with a Mohawk? You hesitated briefly, resisting the impulse to chuckle quietly. You had to admit it suited him. Oh well, He was still the enemy.

Static came from your coms, and it quickly came back to life to instruct you. -headcount?- he gruffly asked you. - 3, sir.- You hurriedly spoke. - Keep a lookout two missing people. He advised you that there should be 5. You dropped your sight and examined your scope.

You gazed about the area for a while before seeing it. A person towards the front of the building, next to a shrub. - 4 shrubs at the entrance - You spoke as you gazed at the man you would have missed if you hadn't seen his little movement.

Or is Ayesha just a dream?

You were told to shoot as soon as they broke through the door. The instruction was to shoot to injure and, if necessary, to kill.

Something caught your attention. You didn't know what it was, but something was awry on the opposite side of the field. Was it the stillness, the swearing misleading figures appearing in your vision?

You couldn't rely on your vision. The darkness and shadows might generate illusions that will stymie your enthusiasm and your team's life. The door to the building burst open while your attention was elsewhere. It caught you off guard. You looked up immediately to see that they were entering the building.

They entered the building, permission to shoot.- You talked softly but rapidly. As you waited, your finger slowly fell to the trigger. - Granted-, that was all you needed to shoot at the figure as it slowly made its way inside.

You kept an eye out for any opportunities. You pulled the trigger when you saw it. The bullet sliced through the air as it approach its victim. His leg was struck. His blood had stained the snow underneath him.

A mystery

From then on, all hell had broken loose. Ghost talked on the coms after Soap was shot. When he informed his crew that bullets had been fired, their senses went into overdrive. König was ahead of the group, gun lifted, trigger finger on the trigger, ready to fire on the suspicious enemy.

Ghost was on the right, Soap was on the left, and Price was just behind them. Soap was hobbling a little, but the gunshot had not killed him. Ghost unlocked the doors and searched the rooms for any indication or sight of someone. The weapons were reported to be at the far end of the facility, according to the information.

A gunshot struck the side of König's skull, missing him by an inch. As soon as the doors leading to the weapon room opened. He and his men retreated hastily behind the door and the walls, firing back at the culprits.

Both sides were heavily armed. It could be heard over the coms as the sound of gunfire broke out in the air. Making the night more silent, quiet, and foreboding. After a while, everything was silent; neither the wind nor the crickets wanted to make an appearance. Sometimes silence was never a good thing.

Oh, who is she?

You waited with bated breath - Leshy and Chuma were shot - a voice came through. Vodyanoy was there. You exhaled a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. You stood there watching as the man who had entered the building burst out the door.

You watched as the man with the Mohawk was assisted by a man wearing a helmet. The tallest of them all had the arm of the man in a skull mask over his shoulder. Their blood stained the snow with a brilliant scarlet tint.

That's when something occurred to you. - Vodyanoy, tell me where Azhdaya is. Unlike your normal calm and collected manner, you raised your voice. -The captain was shot in the abdomen.- As you received the news, your heart fell, throbbing and hurting. - I've already made the decision. But I require your presence.- You entered the building without hesitation, without caring if it would get you killed or if it was irresponsible.

The mission was successful, but at a high cost: everyone was severely hurt. The cost was cleared when the medical team came. Unfortunately, someone had to remain behind. You offered to remain behind because there wasn't much room in the truck, don't know how but it happened. Your team was against it, but you shot them down. You were the least harmed and would be hiding in one of the nearby hideouts.

Oh, who is she?

You arrived at one of the hideouts, an abandoned structure by a river. Your firearm was never far from your side or in your hands. Even though it was familiar ground, you could never relax your guard.

As you got closer to the building, you noticed a towering person. You'd seen him before. If you recall, he was the colonel on the other side of this combat field. You knew you could play the helpless citizen if you were simply charming to him. You could at the very least eliminate him and his squad.

You took a gamble knowing you were about to collide in this combat field unknown to him but not to you. He was tall, far taller than you would have anticipated. He towered over your commander. You choose to have some fun. You taunted him by messing with his thoughts. You become the night's shadow, the illusion that swirled in his unfocused eyes.

You observed him as he twisted and turned. Look to the right and left, up ahead and below. You chuckled a little, watching him feverishly search for you like a lost puppy. But you were disappointed since your spot had been snatched from you; you heard shouts and froze. The man in the skull mask exited the building beside the colonel. You made the decision to walk away from him. You locked eyes with him as he lifted his firearm and spoke harshly. " Get her."

A misty memory

You rushed out of there on your heels, seeking for a new hiding spot. You rushed through the deep forest, crouching low to avoid hitting a tree. You made the mistake of looking back and confronting death.

He was swiftly catching up with you. You ran and ran, and you appeared to have lost track of time, but one thing bothered you: they were both following after you, but when you looked around, you noticed the one with the skull mask.

You inhaled the frigid air, allowing it to enter your aching, anxious lungs. You proceeded to the abandoned building, taking in as much air as you could and watching for a while to be sure it was clear. You seek refuge in a dark area with access to the entrance and window.

You closed your eyes and lay back against the corner, rifle in hand, succumbing to tiredness and allowing sleep to overtake you. You were too sleepy to notice that your safe way was going to be your undoing.

A haunting face

As Ghost and König stood in front of the building König had seen you walk onto, it was late. Ghost had lost track of you, and the snow had made everything appear so familiar that he couldn't tell right from left. He waited until König returned, informing Ghost that he had discovered where you were hiding.

Now when they were standing in front of the building, Ghost crept inside quietly, not wanting you to flee. You being valuable to them since you know the ins and outs of the building. He creeps closer to the room, discovering you in a corner with a riffle in hand. Your head hung down, hiding your features. He eased you out of the corner.

He straddled your lap and took a knife from his thigh strap, pressing it to your throat. " You know, that's not nice. Everyone told you, you have a sexy waist." You voiced to him, as you looked him up and down, making eye contact, a little grin tugged at your lips.

Ghost's eyes narrow as he looks at you, moving his knife closer to your throat, a line of scarlet slipping from your slashed flesh. "I'm the one who asks the questions here." His tone was harsh and low. Sending shivers down your spine as his icy, almost lifeless eyes glared down at you.

You can feel his breath fan your face as he leans forward. You feel your cheeks get hot and flushed. Were you indeed roused by a masked guy riding your lap? Perhaps nothing is impossible in love and war.

Is she a lost embrace?

You heard a stir from behind you and tilted your head to see a tall man towering over the two of you. The moonlight behind him accentuated his silhouette. Huh? The lost puppy returned in search of his owner, you guessed. König kept staring into you quietly, observing your very move.

"as much as I would enjoy having you in my lap," you said to the masked man, carefully moving your hand, not revealing your plans for the following few seconds. "You've never said your name." You sweetly spoke, but they couldn't see it anyhow. Finally, make contact with your riffle and grip it tightly.

You heard him say, "König." His voice is deep and low, and just hearing it makes your stomach twist and spin. "Ghost," remarked the man next to you. "Rusalka," you say, raising your arm and smacking the riffle's bud into the ghost's face. Making him lose his equilibrium somewhat, providing you exactly the right amount of change.

König charged at you as Ghost was cradling his bloody nose. You couldn't feel his body as much as you wanted to. You turned and hurried out of the room you were in and into another. Will the mouse escape or will the cat devour the mouse?

I call her name

As you approached the front of the building, you could see the light at the end of the corridor. It was probably time to look for a new home, but unfortunately, like the cat that ate the canary, you were apprehended before you could safely fly away. Something heavy smacked your back, forcing the breath from your lungs in a huge gasp.

You're not sure how long you were out, but when you awoke, your wrists were bound behind your back and you were tied to a chair, your legs connected to the leg chair. "Well, aren't Kinky?" you said, glancing up at the two guys looking down at you. They look at you. Ghost approached you, his hands resting on your thighs. You could feel the marks framing the outline of his hands as he squeezed so hard.

"Since you don't want to behave, I'll teach you manners." Ghost spoke, harshly grading your chin. You felt hands on your legs before Ghost shoved it away. König knelt down and unfastened your legs. As König rose up and came to Ghost's side, you maintained eye contact with him.

Know that your thoughts were not going in circles. You noticed that it was cooler than usual. Looking down, you noticed your gear and jacket had vanished. Ghost came up behind you, untying your hands from the chair just to re-tie them. So you're not going to attempt anything.

Across an endless plain

Your face was smashed against the dirt floor in the blink of an eye, and your pants and underwear ripped off your waist as though a wild beast desired something more. Your cunt has been exposed to the stranger, Ghost. "You may scream all you want. It's just three of us here." As you felt something hard push against you, he groaned. "You want me to behave," you exhale, shifting your face to face him. "Make me," you spat in his face, you weren't going down that easy.

His cock pounding pierces your pussy lips and presses deep inside of you. Your eyes roll into your skull, erupting in a whining moan. You wept and pleaded in a high you'd never known, with each thrust driving your face further and harder into the floor, yet he never yielded. Instead, his muscular arms just held you in place until release arrived in the form of his sperm blasting forcefully into your womb. " Should've behaved." He talked as he stood, leaving your ass up on the floor, his cum flowing out of your pussy onto the floor.

In your haze, you noticed boots in front of you and looked up to see König staring down at you; you blinked up at him, blinking away the tears that had gathered in your eyes. From the fuck Ghost had given you. He lowered himself, stroking your cheek and brushing away some stray tears with his thumb. "We might let you go if you give us what we want." You forced your lips together tightly, not making a single sound. Looking him straight in the eyes.

She'll answer me

"She's a lot more stubborn than we thought, König." Ghost declared as he picked you up by your tide hands and watched your legs try to remain erect. Ghost's knife ripped your shirt, tearing it apart in front of their greedy gaze. His left hand touched your face as he raised his mask, tilting it so he could passionately kiss you. You trembled as an enormous chilly hand clutched your chest, his right hand still firmly gripping your roped-tied hands.

Squeezing and licking your nipples like a ravenous starving man. König sucked and bit, leaving a trail of vibrant markings from your chest to your stomach and then to your core. While pounding two of his enormous thick fingers into you, he spreads your lips while kissing and relentlessly sucking your clit.

Your thoughts were racing with pleasure and overstimulation. Your lips were still being taken. You fell undone under them, Ghost's ravenous lips snatched the chances to breathe. König sipped your juices, humming to himself as if it were his sole source of relief for his parched throat. As he drank his fill, you felt the vibration against your pussy, and he drew away, licking his lips and letting his hood fall back down his face. His gaze fixed on your crumbling body.

Ghost, you let go, and you fall to the floor, your legs too weak to support you." It appears that we will have to break her." You didn't know who said it since you were too fucked up to notice or care, "Bite me." Your response was more of a drunken rambling than confidently articulated.

Wherever she may be

You became crushed between Ghost and König, and König pulled his hood up and pushed your chin up for him, tenderly kissing you and caressing your hair. While ghosts' hands raced across your body, searching every inch until nothing remained untouched by his fingers.

You could feel König's cock throbbing and dripping little pearls of cum against your tummy. Your body was drawn up until you were hovering above his quivering, gushing tip. As he split you in two, your arms swiftly curled around his neck, covering your face in his chest.

König drove himself more and deeper inside you, and with each inch, you gasped for breath. "That's a good girl…" He praised you, and you let out a tiny curse in your native tongue, feeling as though his words had kindled a fire within you. Soon after, his base kissed your cunt's lips. He let you relax for a few moments before grabbing your supple hips. It began slowly and steadily until you felt something hard press against your ass.

You totally filled König and Ghost in one fast motion. They began to thrust; being full of könig was one thing. But being filled by them both over and over again had you groaning and moaning like the slut you were for them. Every vein pressed against your walls as they gently stretched you out, shaping you to the shape of their dicks with each deep push. Bouncing you up and down, hitting every deep area that had you seeing stars. Fuck, the entire cosmos.

Oh, who is she?

König was concerned that he would inflict too much harm on you. After all, you were so little compared to him and Ghost. Nevertheless, he was losing control of himself, his eyesight obscured by the need to fill you with his seed. His head and judgment, his cock longing for release. König held you to his chest. Something about the whole event you excited in a deep primal lust, a never-ending hunger.

The only thing your lust-filled thoughts wanted right now was to be taken from behind and in front by two huge beasts like them. The lack of König's cock was already causing your insides to ache for him, and you whined for him. König whispered into your ear as he gripped a fistful of your hair, his hot breath thick on your neck. "mine! your fucking mine." He hissed low and commandingly. how you loved it, squeezing them tighter.

In one seamless stroke, könig sheathed himself into you up to the hilt, one hand on your neck and the other securely gripping your hip. The loud yell that the movement elicited from you was addictive in and of itself. They couldn't get enough of you, making an obscene squelching sound as König and Ghost brutally pounded their big cock as if you'd vanish if they didn't.

They grunted deep animalistic grunts as they pushed into your swelling pussy and ass, and you swallowed them in and contracted around them like there was no tomorrow. Not wanting to give up the mind-bending bliss.

A misty memory

"дa да да да" [yes⁴] You screamed in pleasure, feeling your body tense and quiver every time König's balls made contact with your clit and his head pressed against your womb. " я кончу! чувствую себя так хорошо. заполните меня, пожалуйста." [am gonna cum! feel so good. fill me up, please.] You mumbled in your native tongue, head clouded with pure raw lust.

Their ears were filled with your moans. They totally engulfed themselves in you, with König pushing all of himself past your lips and his head pressing against your cervix. They didn't care about the lew sounds, popping in and out of you. Not with them making you feel so amazing. " I'm-A-AHHHHH!" You could feel his cock's head pushing in and out faster and harder, a couple of thrusts of their hips. With a loud cry that tore itself straight out of your lungs, you spammed and squeezed around them.

You'd never experienced anything like this in your life, and it rocked you to your core. Underneath them, you were a trembling mess. Squeezing around them, feeling you tighten and flutter, was enough to induce them to cum inside you.

His hips were forced against you, and his cock was shoved in as far as it could go. As he poured hot ropes of sperm into your womb, his veins surged and his skull flashed. They were coming inside of you in ropes and ropes, and you were breathing heavily. Their cocks beat rhythmically with your constrictions, their testicles contracting with each spurt of come blasted into your small pussy and tight ass. There was so much of it that it started to pour out of you and onto the floor.

A haunting face

You were in ecstasy. You were warm, full, secure, and safe. You'd just had the most exquisite fuck of your life by the same enemy you were supposed to kill, and they were remaining inside of you as if they'd die pulled out of you. You've never felt more at home than right now, beneath both of them. You turned your head and kissed his cheek, despite his hood covering it.

You awoke in the middle of them, it was still dark, König's hand was wrapped around your waist, while Ghost's hand was wrapped around your thigh. You gradually broke free from their grip. You discovered your gun and jacket. You hand no pants or underwear, much to your dismay. Just a jacket, some equipment, boots, a hat, and socks. You gazed at the two men, your hat partially covering your face, but it wasn't gonna work. Ghost wouldn't mind if you searched through his belongings; after some searching, you discovered what you were seeking.

You discovered his balaclava. It was just like his. Everything was painted on the skull. His eyelashes were virtually white, and it was rather sad that your enjoyment had come to an end while admiring their loveliness. Because of obvious reasons,-Rusalka, why is your line off?- The person on the other end of the telephone chastises you. - ну да xpн, Vodyanoy.- [oh fuck off].

Vodyanoy placed his palm over his heart and added, -The love, am touched. I got you what you asked for.- He chuckled, knowing you had a scowl on your face. He was the one person you could contact and ask him to deliver your clothing with no questions asked.

Is she a lost embrace?

You did take some Vodyanoy and Leshy, as well as Chuma on occasion. They accompanied you when you went shopping for new clothing and even underwear; someone had to carry your luggage, and it wasn't going to be you. Vodyanoy was the only one who knew your exact measurements; it was actually rather amusing. He looked like a lost child the first time he went to the store to assist you pick out new clothes.

You could hear tires crunching on the snow as you walked away from the building. " I finally tracked you down. Get your ass in the car before you freeze. Short bitch." He chastised you like a child caught sneaking a cookie when they weren't meant to. As you move to the rear, you give him the middle finger.

You were finally warmed up again after changing your clothing. "Sooo… What fucked you over?" said Vodyanoy as he drove in silence. He wonders if the cold has finally caused you to lose it and go around nude. "As if you'd know." If only he knew, you retorted cynically. You snicker that he could be having a heart attack.

Somewhere across the sea of time

It was approximately 0700 when you arrived at the base. You could still feel hot ropes trickling down your leg. You were sore. Your entire body felt like it was made of cement, weighing you down. You were about to walk into your room, but life doesn't work that way.

The captain wanted to visit you in order to obtain an incident report. "Rusalka, what has happened to your face?" He inquired. Remembering the vivid moment when Ghost slutted you out on his dick and banged your face into the floor."Nothing, sir," you say as you avoid eye contact, "are your injuries better?" You shifted the topic on which he indulged.

You were surprised to learn that the higher-ups were relocating the nuclear weapons and reassigning the personnel in charge of them. You were disappointed, which meant you wouldn't be seeing them again.

"Rusalka, I was wondering where you found that?" Azhdaya inquired, pointing to his face to indicate what he meant. Oh, you reasoned. Ghost's balaclava, which you stole. "In an abandoned building. I like it," you stated casually while caressing it. It was silky and smelled like tea and dark wood. You were reminded of him, but you wouldn't tell them the truth. A tiny white lie will not harm.

You were curious whether Ghost had worn it before you stole it from him. You miss his touch, and you consider yourself addicted to them.

A love immortal such as mine

Ghost and König awoke at 0800 in the morning. He gazed about, feeling the lack of warm skin underneath him. König sprung to his feet, having awoken from an abrupt shift next to his body. He two saw someone was missing, and you were no longer there.

Everything about you had vanished, even your weapon and ripped clothes. It was almost as if you were a ghost that appeared for one night of pleasure just to vanish into the darkness. They went around the building but couldn't find anything, which is when he discovered it.

There was something in his thigh pocket, where his regular skull balaclava would be. It was a white hat. The hat that you wore when they discovered you sleeping in the corner. He investigated for any other missing items and discovered that his knife had also vanished.

As König and Ghost stood there grabbing and repairing their equipment, Ghost stated, " Clever girl." His dark eyes narrowed as he glanced at the hat he clutched in his fingers. If he gets his hands on you again, he'll tie you up and imprison you in his house like an animal.

Will come to me

Soon after, König and Ghost were picked up and joined the others. Price enquired as to why they had split up, but Ghost disregarded the question by adding, "We were surveying that area when a storm caught us." He side-eyed könig who nodded in agreement.

When they landed in England, the Price informed them that their plans had been altered by higher-ups. Laswell informed them that the weapons had been relocated to an unidentified location. And that, for the time being, they would do other things until they figured out where.

König's shoulders fell, and Ghost remained cool on the outside, but he was in turmoil on the inside. It suggested that there was a little chance they'd stumble across you on the battlefield. König hoped to see you again, to feel your delicate skin, and to hear your whimper as you unraveled. He urgently needed you, your cunt, all of you.

Ghost was disappointed because he hadn't completed educating you who was in control. And that you were nothing more than his to break and train as he saw fit.

Eternally

You'd met the two men a month ago. To say you missed them would be an understatement; you were ravenous for them to break you, make you their slave for their cock, to give you pleasure. But you'd never say it to their faces. You enjoyed the sight in their eyes when they believed they could control you, and you liked being controlled by them. win-win.

You submitted to training, gaining new skills and experiences. You even earned your nursing license. You had a good time mocking Chuma for getting into problems due to Leshy and Vodyanoy. He was like the group's older brother… getting hurt for the stupid things his younger siblings did.

Azhdaya summoned you to his office. You were aware of the situation. You submitted your application for a move in two years. You adored your team, but you felt it was time to go out to new waters.

"Are you sure?" Azhdaya asks, setting the papers down and staring at you. looking for any signs of unpleasant emotion on your face. "Yes, Sir." You formed a little smile on your face and nodded. " Alright. " He sighed and continued to talk to you.

Immortal she

It had taken two years, but the day had finally come. Tomorrow was your departure day from Russia for your new home base. The crew surprised you with a farewell party. Providing you with goodies that you may not find in your new home.

Leshy and Vodyanoy were sobbing uncontrollably. Leshy shakes you back and forth, imploring you, or rather pleading with you, to stay with him. Vodyanoy clutched your leg as if he were a kid, imploring you not to leave him alone with Leshy, and explaining that Leshy was this and that. You stroked his hair. You could have been the one who lost a screw, but Leshy was missing the box and the lock that held it in place.

You ate and drank as if there was no tomorrow. They dropped you off at the airport the following day. giving you a hugs and best wishes. - The flight from Moscow, Russia, to London, England, is about to board.- The announcement was made over the speakers.

König tapped his foot nervously. Ghost stared at him as he waited in line with his other 141 task members, giving him a supportive nod. They didn't know anything about the newcomer. They were meeting them for the first time today.

A vehicle was spotted approaching the base and slowing down before completely halting. The door opens, and a figure walks out, their h/c hair gently swinging in the breeze that blows past the base. They exchanged handshakes with Price.

When könig and Ghost turned around, they could only gaze as your s/c skin sparkled in the sunshine. The way your h/c hair complemented and framed your face, making you appear ethereal. Most importantly, the sunbeams in your eyes, causing them to glitter like a Dimond on exhibit for its beauty.

Return to me

"прывітaнне, я Русалка. It's a pleasure to meet you, " [Hello, my name is Rusalka.] You spoke quietly, offering your hand, never breaking eye contact with Ghost and König as you smiled at them. They knew, and you knew it wasn’t your first encounter with them.

To be continued......Maybe, if people like it.

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💧 𝕿𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 💧

𝕮𝖜: 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙

𝕬/𝖓: 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚒𝚝? Miguel x reader spider woman. Spanish is used, Liz creating outer madness, and Jay is well Jay.

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

-Crash!- Your pleasant snooze is over. You called from your room, " Liz, are you okay?" You get out of bed to go to the living room and discover your younger sister next to a broken jar of cookies. You lift your brow. "Well?" you inquire. She glances at you, then at the cookie in her palm, and says, "I was hungry." She says this before wolfing down the cookie. You shake your head and tell her, "Tu si eres rara."<You really are weird> Kids are simply another type, grading the broom to clear the mess of glass on the floor. You went to get ready for the day after clearing up the mess. While you were in the shower, your phone rang in your room.

Liz dashed over to collect your phone. "Who is it?" You shouted. "Hello, it's Gwen!" Liz yells. " You are free to take it. I'll grab it when I'm finished." You inform Liz. You could almost hear her ecstatically hopping up and down. "Hello, Gwen." "Hello, Liz," Liz says as she answers the video call. You got out of the restroom after a time while they were having their talk. "Hi Gwen, what's up?" You inquire as you take the phone from Liz. "You want to come over to the headquarters?" She asked. Liz crisscrossed your leg as you moved across the room. "I don't know." You inform her, gently moving your leg in response to Liz's giggles.

" Please! Me portare bien,"< i'll be good>Liz questioned you with puppy eyes, and you produced a puzzled expression. "Should I ?" you said aloud, "Porfa," <plz> and Liz begged you, and you laughed quietly. "Yeah, we'll be ready in 20." Liz rose from the floor and ran to her room to get her clothing. "See you in a bit, Gwen," you said as you hung up the phone. You put on your spider suit and waited for Liz to show you the outfits she chose. She dashed into your room, her face flushed. She was holding a black and white short-sleeved shirt, dark denim overalls, and black and white Converse.

" Come on, little lady, vaya se a bañar." You told Liz as you guided her to your bathroom. After you had finished bathing, Liz, you went to get her towel. Before you could fully dry her up, Liz ran from you. You ran after her with the towel laughing, after some time you finally got her and fully dried her. You helped her put her clothes on and waited for Gwen to come pick you both up.

When Gwen arrived, Liz ran up to her and hugged her. " Hi Liz and Y/n," Gwen greated as she hugged Liz back. " Where is Jay?" Gwen asked, looking around, " His in a coma." You say rolling your eyes. " Coma?" Gwen asks, " Yeah, he ate so much he put himself in a food Induced coma." You say as you take Liz's hand. " He'll be up in a while." Liz says, holding your hand so as not to get lost. "Oh, Okey." Gwen says as she opens the portal to the spider society.

Liz glanced around for one person and one person alone as you arrived. "Calm down, you're going to break your neck." You warned Liz. You were afraid she'd genuinely Unscrew her head. "Where is Hobbie?" You inquired, knowing full well that this was the individual Liz was seeking for. "He's got a mission. He should arrive soon." Gwen began to walk as she stated, Miles and Pavitr were noticed by you. You exchanged greetings and spoke for a while. As you watched Liz drink her juice, you noticed Miguel from the corner of your eye.

Liz jumped up from her seat and raced to Miguel, hugging his leg and smiling up at him. " Gato," Liz called out, everyone stared at her confused, and you simply burst out laughing. " She-Haha- She believes Miguel is a cat. because of his claws." You grasp your stomach and wipe your tears away with your free hand. When you finally regain your breath, you tell Liz, "Miguel is not a cat." She lets go of Miguel's leg and stares at you, puzzled, saying, "Then what is he?"

"A chihuahua with anger issues, that would snap at the drop of a spoon," Jay yawned. Hobbie had returned from his mission at this time. He was going to enter a state of insanity that he had no idea was about to begin. " Hey! "You slimeball, that's rude." Liz chastised Jay while pointing at him. " She's touching to me. She's touching me!" said Jay. "am not touching you," Liz protested. "You're touching me!" " am not touching you." "Touching me!" " Not touching" Liz finally replied, "It's free air." While Liz was still pointing at him, Jay bared his teeth at her."Didn't your mother teach you not to point?" Doing a snapping motion on her finger.

As you warned them, Peter B was walking into the mess hall. "You're familia, stop fighting." You informed them, "She stared at it," Jay explained. "No, it was him," Liz grumbled. " Apologies, Los dos ya. " You said. Jay and Liz exchanged irritated glances, "Jay, you're the adult, and Liz is five. Get a hold of yourself." You reprimanded Jay while staring him down. "She stuck her tongue out at me," Jay said, crying out. Liz, who was staring up at you with puppy eyes, caught your attention. " Even if she did. You should apologize to Liz," you told him. "Same to you, Liz; don't think I didn't notice you giving him the middle finger." You also scolded her.

"makeup." Liz pouted as you exasperatedly informed them, "Fine." " Am sorry." She responded as she turned away from him. "Sorry," Jay grumbles, "good because I've grown a head full of grey hairs. Just watching you two." You groaned, worn out, and buried your face in your hands. When you looked up, everyone looked away from you, attempting to hide their laughter. Miguel's shoulders trembled, revealing his struggle to suppress his laughing. Hobbie, who you'd now realized had come, was smirking.

When everything was over and settled, you all resumed your normal conversation. Miguel had returned to his office at some point, and Patriv was lecturing Miles about saying "Chai tea" again. Miles was hiding behind Gwen as she laughed, and you thought Pavitr was prepared to jump him. Hobbie was telling you about a concert he'd be attending in an hour."I don't think I can go; who will look after Liz?" And excessively loud noises can be dangerous to Jay." As you watched Liz try to follow Mayday as she swung and crawled on the ceiling, you said.

"I can keep an eye on Liz," Peter B replied as you looked up from your drink. "Are you sure she won't be any trouble?" you murmured as you watched Liz try and fail to claim the wall. " Yeah, don't worry, I've got this," Peter remarked, firmly pointing to himself. " put some noise-canceling headphones on me." From your side, you heard Jay say. "All right, fine, you got me." Finally, you agreed with them. " Liz ven aca <come here>," you said, and she turned around and raced to you.

" Peter will keep an eye on you for a while." You told Liz, and you observed her nod. "Can you tell me where you're going?" She asked. "I'm going to a concert with Hobbie; I won't be gone long." You informed her while sticking out your pinky, and she did the same, cementing the deal. "Okay, Snacks." You laughed when she asked. "Sometimes you only think with your stomach, huh?" You stated this while poking her tummy and she laughed. "I'll bring you plenty of tasty snacks." As you stood up, you said. You hugged Liz and waved your other friends farewell.

Peter had fallen asleep a few minutes after you had departed. Liz and Mayday had exhausted the poor man, and he was passed out in a chair, clutching the baby carrier. Liz and Mayday had left him to get some sleep, so Liz dashed to Miguel's office. She'd narrowed her focus to one idea and one thing only: get Miguel's phone number and set him up with her sister. Liz and Mayday arrived after running around like a chicken without a head.

She enthusiastically knocked on the door, waiting for Miguel to answer. Miguel eventually arrived at the door and unlocked it, and Liz and Mayday raced into the room, laughing and giggling. Miguel regarded the spectacle with a frown; now was not the time for him to be distracted. He was about to make a decision that would either harm or help the team. Liz noticed the several screens with various spider people in them from Miguel's chair. A Lego, a kitten, a dinosaur, and a Popsicle? She gazed at the screen, puzzled, with the popsicle; it was a Spiderman, she wondered.

Miguel cleared his throat to grab Liz's attention because she wasn't blinking while staring at the screens. " Liz, where is your sister?" Mayday was crawling over Miguel's shoulders. As he asked. Liz looked at him and said, "Y/n is with Hobbie." She said this while leaping from her chair. "Why are you here all alone?" He questioned, "Peter fell asleep, and I wanted to ask you a question." Liz remarked this while staring up at Miguel, who was holding Mayday in his hands. He arched an eyebrow at her. "I want your phone number," Liz remarked as she took a piece of paper and a pen from her pocket. He had no idea where she got them from. "Why?" he questioned.

" It's for my big sister, who thinks you're cute. So I'll give me your phone number so you can ask her out." Liz stated firmly as she handed him the paper and pen. Lyla burst up laughing and said, "Uuuu Miguel, would you look at that?" Lyla continued to chuckle. Liz spoke out again while Miguel was still holding the pen and paper, "Give me the paper back please," she asked. Miguel handed them to her and observed her while she scribbled something down. Before the door to his office opened and she saw a terrified Peter. "There you are," Peter said, a little out of breath. Liz handed Miguel the paper before she headed for Peter Mayday following shortly.

As soon as they were gone, Miguel opened his palm to see Liz had scribbled down Your phone number, and he reserved an alert from one of his screens. He noticed you in Hobbie's world, glitching and cradling your head. Hobbie was holding headphones and spoke something Miguel couldn't understand. Hobbie promptly slipped the headphones over your ears and helped you walk out to the roof when you nodded your head and removed your hands from your head. You were clearly calm and talking as soon as you arrived.

You and Hobbie both rose up from where you were sitting. You were the first to jump from the roof, followed by Hobbie, you were swinging from one structure to the next. You entered a store and exited a few minutes later with a bag. Hobbie established a gateway in an unobtrusive location; from another screen, Miguel could see that you had arrived at the headquarters.

Liz came up to you and exclaimed, "Your back," as soon as she spotted you. "I did say I wouldn't be gone for more than an hour." You giggled as you hugged her and handed her the snack bag. "Thank youuu." She was thrilled, she got her snacks.

✧˖°.。+❤️ฺ・。🖤.・。+❤️ฺ・。🖤.・。+❤️ฺ・。🖤.・。✧˖°.

Miguel sent you an email about joining the team. You questioned as to how he obtained your phone number, to which he nonchalantly said, "Liz gave it to me." He shrugged. You talked about it with Liz. "You told me to get his phone number the last time, so I did." She stated that she was still eating her Patelito. You looked at her with your mouth open, you were kidding!! She truly did it; you weren't sure whether to be impressed or terrified by her. You went on missions and attended meetings with other spider society members. Making jokes and having fun, flirting with Miguel at times. You would take Liz to headquarters during breaks or when she was out of school. But she was primarily at school now.

You laughed as you approached Miguel's office, empanada in hand. Miguel sighed and moved to his screen, where he was looking at Anomalies and other stuff. "Why are you so grumpyy, Miguel?" "Smile just a little." As you teased him, you poked him gently. " I'm not grumpy. I'm only doing my job." As he grabbed the empanada from you, he said. You chatted and talked for a long time, mostly to yourself because Miguel hardly reacted to you. You walked out of the room, smiling like the Cheshire cat, with a spring in your step.

"What making you so happy?" Peter asked. " Nothing at all. I just got a date." You said it cheerfully, and Peter stared at you as if you had taken his favorite treat. "And with whom?" Exasperated, he inquired, attempting to figure out who you had a date with. Peter began passing back and forth, stopping in his tracks and staring at you as if you had committed the most heinous act known to man. " Miguel." He stated boldly, his hands resting on your shoulders. You gave him a larger smile. "That's right, this Saturday. I'm excited," You raised your head and smiled at Peter. You were getting Ready to return home and ensure Liz did not set fire to the school. Yes, this will not be the first time. Ask not, she has done it before.

Saturday couldn't arrive Quicker, You asked Liz for fashion tips. She gladly assisted you in selecting some great outfits. Children can be brutally honest. If they don't like your clothing, they'll tell you directly. You're delighted you both loved the clothes. Miguel was going to pick you up at 1 p.m. and take you on a tour of his earth. You'd heard it was beautiful and wanted to see it, and it was 12:50 right now. You were making sure Liz was taken care of; she was going to accompany you to headquarters, and Peter and the others said they would be pleased to keep an eye on Liz for you.

Liz was wearing a bag that included everything she needed as well as some snacks. Miguel had arrived to pick you and Liz up. He opened a portal, and you graded Liz's hand. When you arrived, you went to find Peter and the others, and when you discovered them, you joyfully greeted them. " Hey! How are you, guys?" You asked, " You appear to be having a good time." Hoddie said giving Liz a high-five. "She might jump from her skin," Liz murmured, rolling her eyes and gazing at you. You chuckled and patted her on the head. "Enjoy your date," Pavitr said with a smile and a thumbs up.

"Thank you," you said with a smile. "Now, Liz remember. Behave for everyone, and I'll be back by 3." You told her giving her the emergency phone your mom had gotten for her. " Yeah, yeah I know. Am not 3." Liz said. She gave you a hug and you gave her one back, With that you went on your date. Miguel took you to a bakery where you got your favorite treat, with Miguel getting a cookie himself you also got a cookie for Liz. He took you to a movie, the technology was more advanced than yours. The movie had you fascinated, that you really had noticed Miguel looking at you.

Jay was eating the popcorn you were feeding him, and you ate some as well. He was completely engrossed in the film, particularly the action scenes. Miguel hardly glanced at the movie because he was too focused on your face, the minute details that your expression would make whenever something happened. When the movie was over, you excitedly told Miguel what your favorite part was, and Jay even said a few words here and there.

Miguel finally led you to Central Park. You passed an ice cream cart with Miguel holding a picnic basket in hand. Miguel noticed you staring at it like a child on Christmas morning and offered to purchase you some. You shyly agreed, choosing your favorite flavor while Miguel went to get some vanilla ice cream. You both strolled till you arrived at your destination. It was a wonderful picture, the sun reflected in the river. You were surrounded by flowers and basked in the shade of the tree you were seated beneath. It was pleasant and comforting as a gentle wind fanning your face and hair.

Miguel opened the basket, and you started eating right away. Talking happily and enjoying the time. You had to stop Jay from devouring half of everything in the basket and on the plates. Let's not even get started on the unfortunate squirrel that was on the verge of death. Jay was going to eat the unfortunate thing when you stopped him; you had no idea whether he had eaten any random animal while you were looking away, and you prayed he hadn't.

"I have to tell you something," Miguel murmured as you approached the spider headquarters, stroking the back of his neck. "Um, what is it?" You stated that you were staring directly at me, humming, and enthusiastic about the date. You'd seen Liz and everyone else sitting at a table, but Miguel had stopped you before you got there. He took your hand in his and guided you to his office. "What's wrong?" you said as you walked into his office.

"I accepted to go on a date with you because I wanted to know if you were a threat to the team or not," Miguel explained. Your brow furrowed. You could feel your heart fracture into a million pieces and the tears that threatened to pour. Jay was enraged as he asked you whether he can fight Miguel. "Why?…" you said, your voice trembling. "why Miguel?" You asked him again, this time more forcefully, with the assistance of Jay. Miguel could see how much this had affected you, saying, "Because Jay is a symbiote." He eventually said it, albeit grudgingly. That was your breaking point, you shoved him away from you. As you walked away from him, tears began to fall. Miguel was called a "fucking bitch" by Jay.

"Great way to ruin that," Lyla said. " I was going to inform her that my reasoning was wrong. And I should not have done that." Miguel muttered this while stroking his temple. "I messed up." Lyla only gave him a disapproving glance before disappearing. Liz noticed you and hurried up to you as you rapidly headed to the mess hall. " Sis, How did it go?" she asked as she looked up at you. "Porque lloras?" < Why are you crying?> She asked you wiping your face. "I got you some snacks, it's nothing. Let's go home, Okay?" You told her, and she nodded while she held her snacks. "What's wrong?" You couldn't look Peter or anybody else in the eyes right now. "Miguel being a bitch," Jay grumble quietly.

When you got home, you took a long, warm bath, remembering your mother's remarks. " Never cry over any man, Ese tiene que ser un degraciao. siempre ay, alguien mejor para ti. <Never cry over a man; that would be a disgrace. There is always, someone better for you.> " So you had your head held high, This didn't mean you didn't fail from time to time, but you were taking it one step at a time. You and Liz had a girl's night out + Jay, so you ordered pizza. You did buy a pizza just for Jay, so he wouldn't eat it all.

When Peter finally put all the pieces together, he went into full dad mode. But he didn't want to leap to conclusions, so he planned to observe. For the next several days, Peter saw that you avoided Miguel like the plague; whenever he went near you, you turned the other way. You don't even try to flirt or sit close to him in meetings. You're seated in a corner, far away from him, and once the meeting was done. You transformed into Houdini, seeing one second and the next gone. You didn't say much, and everyone immediately noticed. Peter had had enough and went to Miguel's office, thankful that he didn't have Mayday.

He pined Miguel against a wall, using a strength he didn't realize he possessed, and asked him what he had done. Peter was enraged after hearing him describe what he had done. "You hurt her feelings," he wanted to smack Miguel in the face. "You did something stupid." Miguel was reprimanded like a kid by Peter. Miguel bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry." Over and over again because Peter was correct. "When you see Y/n Tomorrow, apologize to her," Peter urged, letting go of Miguel. Miguel eventually looked him in the eyes and questioned, "How she won't even see me?" Peter replied, "That's something for you to do and fix your mistake."

Miguel was left to contemplate and figure out how to rectify the disaster he had made. Miguel announced a meeting just to you, so when you entered his office, you only saw him. His back was not turned, but he was staring at you. He saw your movement as you walked out the door. "I'm sorry," he replied, stretching out a hand to you. You came to a halt and glanced at him, and he repeated himself. " I'm sorry, I'm sorry for betraying your trust and hurting your feelings. It was a mistake on my part." He eventually said, Looking you in the eyes.

"That's not going to persuade me, Chihuahua, you hurt us both." Miguel was hissed at by Jay. "I'll accept that, and I hope you'll let me make it up to you both," Miguel remarked as he led you out of his office and into the mess hall. You sat at a table with Jay while Miguel moved away for a moment. Peter had come, and when you saw him, you hugged him tightly. "Thank you." You informed him. "How did you know it was me?" He asked. You laughed for the first time in a long time, a genuine laugh.

"Only you could make Miguel come to his senses," you said. Miguel returned with a Patelito and handed it to you. " Thank you; I'll forgive you. But there will be no sequel." You told Miguel while eating your Patelito. "I don't know if Jay will forgive you." You informed Miguel. "I got you a Patelito too, Jay, as an apology," Miguel replied, offering out the meal. You saw Jay devour it in one bite. "If she forgives you, I will as well; it wasn't because you gave me food. got it," Jay stated. You smiled, and when your friends showed up, not only did they see you smile again, but they Miguel smiled as well. It was good to have things back to normal. You laughed lightly. Miguel is looking at you mesmerized like you hang the moon and the stars in the night sky.

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Come meet the twins Azuri and Azula. They are just Dying to meet, their cute little darling.

“ Won’t you see us, sweetheart?” The twins ask. Come pay them a visit there so lonely without you.

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝕴𝖓 𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖊 💄💋

𝚃𝚆: smut, overstimulation, belly bulge, breeding kink, magical au, HUGE size kink, There 8'1 and 8' 3( big boys ), cervix fucking, rough fucking, dirty talk, degrading/praise, pet name(doll, love, darling, etc.), bl00d kink, bl00d sicking, voyeurism, dubcon, oral, spanking, double penetration, creampie, sono, I think that's all...

𝕬/𝖓: (Half Giant/ Half Vampire) yan oc x reader Siren x yan oc (Half Giant/ Half Vampire). Enjoy!

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: In a town full of mystery and enchantment, where humans and otherworldly creatures coexist. Calithea's beauty, which you adored, is changing, but is it for the better or for the worse?

-There has been an increase in inexplicable deaths and disappearances recently, and police have cautioned people to be cautiou- Click- you turned off the television after hearing the human woman repeat the same news over and over. You grumbled as you took your camera and strapped your backpack to ensure you had everything. You aren't normal, but you were…well, you in your human form. But in your supernatural existence, you were a siren. You were occasionally bashful about your singing voice. You enjoyed swimming late at night, letting the color of your tail sparkle in the moonlight and watching your hair float and swim with you as you danced. It was your comfort to be free in the water.

So you were overjoyed when you obtained a job as a photographer. However, in light of recent events, your employer has advised you not to visit popular attractions alone. He was a really pleasant and gentle orc, and when the news initially broke, he was anxious about all of his staff. Before you took your monthly break, he gave you a simple task. Photograph humans and supernaturals. Weddings, proposals, and an elderly couple reenacting their first meeting. does you like the most, and when you ended your last session, you packed and left, taking the train back to your home.

You hummed, "Hmm so this is love, hmm, so this is love." Taking out your keys and finally entering your house. You were exhausted, but you finally got ready after completing your routine like a zombie. A zombie could have done it better, but sleep was sleep, and you needed it. You were a heavy sleeper, and your body temperature dropped as you entered a state of temporary hibernation.

Two shadowy individuals stood on the street, a streetlight beaming down on them. Their shadows blended into the darkness, the taller one of them wearing a tight black sleeveless top and the other a grey sleeveless shirt. "Is this the right house, Azuri?" asked the man next to him. glancing at his elder twin brother, who had his hair in a freedom hairstyle. His bangs hid his face, and the rest of his hair was pulled into a bun. His hair was a stunning midnight blue. " I'm certain, Azula. Her scent is wafting across the home." He remarked, his crystal blue eyes going slightly crimson as he looked at his younger sibling.

Azula had the same hairdo as his elder brother. Only his hair was an infinite shade of black. He extended his hands behind his back, feeling a pleased -pop-, as they went on to approach the siren's house without saying a word. They began looking for any windows that might be readily pushed open as they were in front of the residence. They proceeded to the back of the home, where they discovered that the back door had been left unlocked. " It's our lucky day." Azula grinded his lips as he wrenched the door open. Azuri secured the door behind them as they entered the house.

Azula groaned as he took a breath of the air. You smelt beautiful. His mind was racing as he imagined how your blood would taste on his tongue, giving him a hard-on. While Azula was the more talkative sibling, Azuri wasn't, but he doesn't mind what his younger brother asks him right now. You were not one of their intended victims. To be honest, the news story was exaggerated. They didn't do it for the excitement or the celebrity; they just needed to eat. But all of the people and other beings they had consumed were insufficient. Their blood was either too unpleasant, outright disgusting , or didn't fulfill their desire. Imagine their amazement when they discovered you.

You were fully unaware of them, having gone for one of your usual moonlit swims. You cut your hand while swimming due to swimming too near to a concealed sharp rock. You swiftly climbed out of the water to wrap your hand, the wound on your hand already healing. Before coming to Calithea, the elders in your community cautioned you. " Y/n, Remember this dear child. Vampires drink sirens' blood as if it's an aphrodisiac. You need to use caution." You looked around nervously, exhaling in relief when you saw no one. Unfortunately, there was someone, or more specifically, two hungry eyes staring at you from atop a tree. They followed you for weeks after that.

They were at your house about 4 weeks later. They climbed the stairs while you slept, unconscious that they were just a floor below you, making no noise to wake you up. As they approached your room, your aroma got thicker, stronger, and more concentrated. You smelled like fresh spring water, with a lovely scent that they couldn't place. When Azuri opened your door, the smell hit them like a tornado, causing them to shake violently. Their teeth are starting to get more sharp, their eyes are burning red, and there is a bulge in their pants.

Azula shut the door and stood as still as he could. He clenched his teeth fiercely as he gazed at his brother, whose breath was pouring out of his heavy pants. "What happens if she wakes up?" Azula questioned. "If she wakes up, I'll use corruption on her," Azuri said as he made his way to your bed. Azula sat to your left while Azuri sat to your right, leaving you in the midst of the two giants. Azuri reached out his hand to touch your hair, his hand considerably larger than yours. He could crush you if he so desired, but why would he do such to his darling doll?

Azuri carefully removed your blanket. He lifted your top, revealing your chest, after leaving you in your big shirt and shorts. Azula let out an audible groan at the sight of your hardening nipples. Azuri moved out of the way, his gaze fixed on your pussy. Azula was on your chest, caressing it. Squeezing them and pinching your nipples. - Hnn…Ahhh- you moan quietly, He froze, a flushed expression on his face before breaking into a sadistic grin. He moaned in bliss, sucking your breast into his mouth. " So delicious… Even while she's sleeping, her nipples are erect." He began sucking on them like a starving man. letting go of your nipple with a - pop-

"While we're at it… I wanna kiss her too!" He said with a short peck on your lips, your lips were very soft! He leaned in for another kiss, this time a deeper one. His tongue slid inside your mouth and dominated it, "More!" his voice became louder and hungrier."I want to feel your whole mouth." " AAAAH! Your saliva is delicious! I'm not about to stop licking the inside of your mouth. I could do this eternally." Azula was consumed with pleasure. " That was delicious, Y/n your essence was so tasty." As he said, He eventually broke the kiss. Going back to your chest, He was finally completely lost in your taste. While Azula was enjoying his meal, Azuri was staring at his.

"Hmm? Azuri moved your shorts out of the way." "Are you getting wet Y/n? How cute," he whispered, softly kissing your lips. "You can feel it even when you're sleeping." giving your covered pussy a lengthy lick. " This delicious fragrance is driving me insane!! "I'm getting turned on, I wonder how her insides feel?" He took in the scene before him, lifting her leg and tugging her shorts down. "Your panties are soaking wet, you got off my brother sucking you off?" he sneered.

He murmured against your lips, "Let's have a taste, hmm ~ You taste good." "The more I lick, the more honey pours out. And the taste improves as I sink my tongue deeper. More…I need to go deeper. "

The brother became entirely engrossed in the pleasure, devouring you until you were nothing more than a quivering heap underneath them. Azuri can feel your walls tightening and your body quivering slightly as his long tongue licks inside. You came undone shortly after your pussy and clit received one final harsh suck, "My mouth is full of your love juice; I'll keep drinking until I've consumed every last drop of your juices."

Finally, when he draws away from your pussy, his saliva and your juices unite with your lips. "Your pussy's twitching…Azula, don't you believe the good girl deserves a reward?" Azuri inquired, his gaze fixed on his brother. "I think she does, I wonder if her tight little pussy can take us both," Azula said, glancing at your red face, mouth open, and Silva pouring from the corner. They got to their feet and stripped naked, Azula was the first to claim back in bed, bringing you into his arms. Your back was against his chest, and Azuri was on the bed facing you.

Azuri pressed his dick to your pussy lips, watching your fluids coat him. His dick was 8 inches long, whereas Azula's was 7 and a half inches. Azuri pumped his dick a few times before pushing into you. He moaned as he took hold of your hips, his hands practically touching. He feeds you more of his length till his pelvis and your cervix kissed. The bulge in your stomach was a perfect imprint of his dick, and if he went much further, he'd be kissing your womb.

Azuri began to move, bringing your legs into his arms and stretching you out so you could take them both. Azuri stopped pouring into you once he sensed your tight little cunt was stretched out for their need. - Mnnn- you whined, " Ah, looks like our little princess can't wait any longer. Azula, don't keep her waiting." Azuri whispered mockingly as he looked down at you. Azula seized your upper body and positioned himself at your entrance. He began to penetrate you slowly after he was aligned with your pussy. You let out a few gasps and cries of pain, and he thrusts fully into you in one swift move. He injected his venom into you by biting your shoulder. His venom was an aphrodisiac to humans and other beings.

"-AAAUHN- so tight," exclaimed the twins. Azula licked your bleeding bite mark clean, given that your blood was so tasty it put him on cloud nine. They started thrusting into you mercilessly, stretching and pounding into you like you were a piece of meat, a live fleshlight just for them, and no one else. ~ Ah ♡ ~ You moaned as you were squeezed between them. The sound simply accelerated their speed; they were close, and they could tell you were too since your walls pressed them so closely. They pushed in as far as they could, spewing rope after rope of hot sticky cum into your womb till it was overflowing.

They bit you as they gave you a shallow thrust to get the remainder of their seed inside you. With big dilated pupils, they drank their fill and drew away from your neck, licking it clean. Azuri noticed your open mouth scream, tongue protruding from the corner of your mouth. With your entire body quivering from pleasure and overstimulation, he dragged you closer to him by taking your face into his strong palm. He kissed you passionately, and saliva and blood mingled together in your mouth. They pulled out your pussy, the sensation of their cum causing you to come all over again. You twitched and were fully at their mercy.

They went to your bathroom, bucking down so their heads would hit the door frame. Azuri was the first to come out of the bathroom. With a warm towel in hand, he cleaned any evidence that he could form between your legs. Azula came out of the bathroom warm towel in hand, cleaning your upper body of any sweat and anything that would alert you of their presence. It wasn't time for you to meet them, at least not next but soon.

When you awoke, your entire body felt beaten. Your gut ached like you'd been hit by a truck, but you didn't know why. You noticed your stomach was somewhat larger than normal as you walked to the restroom, but you chalked it up as anxiety. It was most probable that you were approaching your ovulation stage.

You went about your business as normal, getting dressed, cleaning the house, and leaving. You didn't take breaks too frequently, but when you did, you relished them. The first week of your month-long vacation was fantastic. Except for the mornings, you were still exhausted and aching for no apparent reason. You were considering heading to the hospital at this point, but the agony vanished as soon as you considered it. You couldn't be happier because your physique improved and you became healthier.

You took your camera and went to the lake, intending to photograph the magnificent moon. After finishing your swim and getting nice enough shots, you gathered your belongings and returned home. When you were a block away from your house, you received a notification that said, "Reminder: Full Blue Moon, Tomorrow." You had forgotten about the full blue moon, which was when sirens were most fruitful. I guess you weren't planning on leaving the house for the next seven days.

The full moon night arrived sooner than you thought, as you peered out your window to see the moon beginning to climb to its full height. You shut all the doors and windows and turned out the last light when you heard a knock at the front door. You looked at the time, 9:10, and wondered, "Who could that be?" You were perplexed. Looking through the peephole, you saw nothing but darkness, "Hello." You exclaimed. "Open the door, My love," the voice said as if you were in a trance you did as you were told.

He was tall and gorgeous, and you looked into his brilliant red eyes. "How come you won't let us in?" His voice was so sweet and calming that you could have mistaken him for a siren if it hadn't been for his flashing red eyes and fangs. "Let…you in?" you questioned. He merely widened his grin. " Ah, you're a tough one, aren't you? attempting to resist my Corruption." He lowered himself to your level and said, "Let Azula and me in, Sweetheart. I'm not going to ask gently again." He stated this while brushing his large finger on your lower lip.

You simply nodded, moving out of the way so they could enter your home, and you followed them with foggy eyes. Azuri sat on the couch and motioned you over with his finger; you complied. "Won't you be a good girl and stip?" you were now standing in front of Azuri. Azuri inquired, kissing you on the lips, What you didn't realize was that the more you gazed into his eyes and made physical contact with him, the more you were slipping into his trap. You removed your shirt and underwear as he instructed. "No, shorts, I see," Azula said, standing close to you.

"Your scent is even sweeter, why is that doll," Azuri said, feigning ignorance. "Am…Ovulation, I…was going to bed…" you said. "Is that why you're being so needy and rubbing your thighs like a slut?" Azula's hands came up to grasp your erect breast as he spoke from behind you. - hmm- you moaned, arching your back, as he grabbed and licked at your chest. "mmm…The full moon makes us-ahh-siren sensitive….can't help it." You reacted to Azula. "How cute… she's already a dripping mess for us, brother," Azula sighed as she released your boob.

You could hear the click of a belt as Azuri unbuckled and unzipped his jeans. Pulling down his underwear and showing you his dick. "Do you want me to fill your needy cunt and breed you to full?" Azuri had questioned you. As you nodded, you let out a pathetic moan. "Ah ah ah, you have to use your words y/n," Azula chastised. " Y…es. I want to be bred full of your cum," you urged, and Azuri hummed. "All right, Suck me," he said, pointing to his dick.

You knelt swiftly and looked up at him with doe eyes. "Go on," he instructed. You grabbed his dick and pumped it a few times before placing it in your mouth. He was enormous. You weren't sure whether he'd fit completely within your mouth. You didn't have time to consider before his massive hand pressed your head down, forcing you to accept him completely. You glanced up at him through your eyelids, tears streaming down your cheeks, as his dick struck the back of your throat. "MMMM!! MMGGUUUH!!" You groan as he accelerates his thrusts.

"Ah, just like that -mmh- good girl," you were told. You continued to suck him while bobbing your head up and down. Suddenly, both his hands came up and forced your head down to the base. - aagh - - Guh - were the only sounds you could utter as he shoved into your lips with one more powerful thrust. "Drink it all up, if you don't, I won't fuck you," Azuri threatened. As you swallowed his heavy load, your body began to spasm and you began to tremble. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. show it to Azuri. "Good girl," he whispered, kissing your cheek.

Azuri lifted you up and hovered you over his hard dick, covering it with your eagerness. Before he carefully sank his dick into you all the way to the bottom. He could feel your pussy pulsing in unison, squeezing wonderfully around the base of his shaft. -Ahh- ramming his dick into you like there was no tomorrow, "Who does this cunt belong to?" Azuri inquired, peering into your eyes. He saw as they rolled back as he passed through your womb. "If you don't answer me -mmm- I'll stop." "Noo…" you begged him blindly. " It belongs to you," You screamed as he smacked your womb once more.

Azura was stroking his dick while seeing his elder brother's dick slice you in two. Azuri kissed you passionately with your tongue hanging out. tongue, teeth, and everything else, but you didn't care. You just desired--no, you required--to be filled in order to be bred by them. Your eyes rolled into your brain, and you felt so full and overwhelmed that you thought you were going to pass out. Azuri spanked your ass again a sharp slap shocked you awake. "Don't pass out on me, darling. I'm not even done," he added, slapping you yet again. You were strung out, and when you felt a little bit of relief. He would spank you once more.

The obscene sound of flesh on skin rang around the room. " cum…ing, am cumming- " You sobbed on Azuri's chest. -Aaah- Azuri pushed into your Womb while biting your neck, cutting off your moan. You had a mushy mindset due to the fact that you were so sensitive. Azuri squeezed on your belly bulge as one more violent thrust poured his cum deep into your womb. That was your downfall; your entire body shivered as you came on his dick. You were muttering unintelligible words at this point, nothing else in your thoughts other than being filled and breeding till you couldn't anymore.

Azuri kissed you on the lips, then his younger brother approached you both. " I hope you're prepared for round number two, Y/n. We're still not finished." Azula said. You tiredly gazed up at them, only to be met with glaring ravenous red eyes as they peered down at you. "I'll make sure you're round and full by the end of the month," Azuri murmured as you eventually passed out from exhaustion, still seated in Azuri's dick.

" Our sweet angel, we got you and we are never letting you go." Azuri said Azuri kissed you on the lips, then his younger brother approached you both. " I hope you're prepared for round number two, Y/n. We're still not finished." Azula said. You tiredly gazed up at them, only to be met with glaring ravenous red eyes as they peered down at you. "I'll make sure you're round and full by the end of the month," Azuri murmured as you eventually passed out from exhaustion, still seated in Azuri's dick.

"Our sweet angel, we have you and we will never let you go," Azuri whispered possessively as he wrapped you in a tight hug.

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missbunnybunny · 10 months

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𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝕴𝖓 𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖊 💄💋

𝕬/𝖓: (Half Giant/ Half Vampire) yan oc x reader Siren x yan oc (Half Giant/ Half Vampire). Enjoy!

So you were overjoyed when you obtained a job as a photographer. However, in light of recent events, your employer has advised you not to visit popular attractions alone. He was a really pleasant and gentle orc, and when the news initially broke, he was anxious about all of his staff. Before you took your monthly break, he gave you a simple task. Photograph humans and supernaturals. Weddings, proposals, and an elderly couple reenacting their first meeting. Those you liked the most, and when you ended your last session, you packed and left, taking the train back to your home.

He murmured against your lips, "Let's have a taste, hmm ~ You taste good." "The more I lick, the more honey pours out. And the taste improves as I sink my tongue deeper. More…I need to go deeper. "

"Our sweet angel, we have you and we will never let you go," Azuri whispered possessively as he wrapped you in a tight hug.

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🦇" 𝕷𝖊𝖙 𝕸𝖊 𝕻𝖚𝖙 𝕸𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝕿𝖔 𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 "🦇

Tw: 𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊, 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 , 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝕸𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖑, 𝕹𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖙, 𝕾𝖔𝖓𝖔 (𝕴𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖙), 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌, Exhibitionism ( 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒), 𝖀𝖓𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕾𝖊𝖝, 𝕸𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 Kink✅.

𝕬/𝖓: 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗, 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢🦇!

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚘'𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚡 𝖄/𝖓 spider woman 𝟏𝟖+. 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎- 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝙿𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 Mi amor (my love), Cariño (Love), Hermosa ( beautiful) , muñeca (doll), good girl. 𝕴𝖋 𝖎 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖊!

To say you were careful would be an understatement; you were FUCKING paranoid. Miguel had come to study a spider woman from a newly found Earth. But you had no idea he was there; all you felt were eyes on the back of your head and your spidey senses all over the place. You were changing at your apartment after returning from a patrol. Miguel was watching you from outside your window, a noticeable bulge developing with each second he looked.

Finally, you removed your suit from the top of your bed while wearing your pajamas. Scratching could be heard coming from your bedroom door when you hung your suit in your closet. With a sigh, you opened your door to see your pets waiting for you. Nyx purred the moment she spotted you, while Hades' tail waggled in anticipation of being let in. You opened the door completely to let them in, and before you knew it, both your cat and dog snarled at your window. You opened your window, perplexed, to find nothing except the serene New York night sky. Closing your window and dismissing the incident as a bird or anything.

Miguel climbed the stairway before you could see him when he noticed the pets at your window and soon your following shape. When your upper body came into view, you were seeking whatever had made your companions nervous. He was captivated by your ethereal appearance, the multi-color lights giving your skin and eyes a wonderful sheen. He entered your room via the window as you were sleeping, your dog next to your bed, and your cat on a little bed on top of your bedside table.

He reached out a clawed hand and softly touched your face, removing a strand of hair. He moves his finger slowly to your slightly open mouth. He imagined how soft your lips would be over his finger, your tongue giving him love strikes softly but steadily. The mere thought of it sent shivers down his spine and a little shock up his cock. You let out a small groan as his finger was about to enter your lips. "mm…Nyx…don't do that," you mumbled. His hand slid away from you like it was on fire, and he watched as you shifted over and became more at ease. He only gazed at his fingers; he was correct, your lips were soft. How will they feel on his dic-

He shook his head, realizing that he shouldn't be thinking such things. He was only here for one reason and one reason only, let alone act on his thoughts. To determine if you were a threat that needed to be annihilated or whether you may be of use to the spider society. He returned to the window, and as quickly as he was in your room, he was gone; he didn't want you to wake up to discover him creepily staring at you with his glowing eyes.

The following day, while you were on patrol. While on top of a towering structure, you had the similar sense that you were being watched. When you turned around, you saw a towering man in a Spiderman suit staring down at you. Your immediate desire was to run, but your feet remained firmly planted on the earth. He removed his mask, revealing a gorgeous man with a strong jawline and wild curly hair. When he talked, his voice was deep and made your heart skip a beat.

" Is your Y/n correct?" he asked. You nodded, still a little affected by him. He had a watch on his wrist, began to type, and a golden doorway emerged. "My name is Miguel O'Hara from Earth-928, please join me." You stared at him before you spoke, he remarked, extending his hand to you. "Why should I trust you?" you questioned nervously. He sighed and rested his hand on his hip. " Mira, I will not harm you. "I'm taking you to the spider society, where there are many people like you." He informed you quietly that he was telling the truth. He was taking you to the spider society and would never harm you, he thought that you were stunning and needed to be protected.

You're not sure how or when he convinced you to accept his hand and lead you to the portal and into the Spider Society. When you entered this building, you were greeted with a dimly lighted chamber with dark blue and red illumination. Miguel called out, "Lyla," and a holographic lady materialized next to him. " Give me a report." He stated You zoned out while Miguel and Lyla chatted and gazed around the room. When the door opened and a group of individuals entered the room, you froze and gazed at them. When you noticed the young kid sitting in her carrier, they also stopped and stared at you. You could hear small laughter and chattering. You thought to yourself as you approached the group that the tiny person was cute.

"How might you be?" asked a young man dressed in a back and red Spider uniform. " Miles " "Don't be rude," the girl next to him murmured as she poked him with her shoulder. " How was I rude, Gwen?" While stroking his shoulder, he said. " It's impolite to point at someone." Gwen, the girl, chastised him, "Am Hobie, by the way." He reached out to shake your hand. " My name is Y/n, and it's nice to meet you. " You said. you were worried because meeting new people wasn't your strong suit. But simply by looking at them, you could tell they were kind and laid-back folks.

"I'm Pavitr, nice to meet you Y/n," the young guy approached you, and you nodded and shook his hand. You felt a weight on your shoulders, little hands on your face, and a small happy face looking down at you. You couldn't help but laugh. " And how are you doing, little one?" You asked the infant in your arms while gently tapping her on the nose, and she shrieked with delight. " Mayday, sorry about that. "I'm Peter B," he introduced himself. "No, it's all right, it's nice to meet you," you said, continuing playing with Mayday.

While all of this was going on, Miguel stood there with a heavy scowl on his face, watching the spectacle. Why were you smiling so brilliantly at everyone but him? His chest tightened as he observed the scene. What was this sensation he was having? The more he stared, the more it hurt, till they found it out when you drew closer to Hobie to get a better look at the outfit he was wearing. JEALOUSY was the culprit. He was envious of all the attention they were receiving from you, while he received none. Lyla photographed his face and labeled it # Jealous he didn't get more attention # Lame # Lmao # Ain't got no bitches.

They rapidly became your friends, and Hobie even began to teach you how to play the guitar. Gwen and Miles began swinging around New York with you, and you even invited them to your place, where they met your pets. Hades adores Mayday and Pavitr, whilst Nyx adores Hobie and will not let him go, she will bite and hiss at you. Miguel has been bringing you on patrol with him, and everything has gone swimmingly. But with every rise, there has to be a fall, and every time she goes to headquarters, someone is following her. They were following her from room to room, hall to hall at first, and suddenly it was much worse.

They began with little, discreet touches. They caressed her hair as though she had unintentionally brushed into someone only to find no one there. It felt like she was being pursued by a ghost, a particularly nasty ghost. But now they're squeezing her side while she's walking, or even hitting her ass. They seemed to be trying to get a rise out of her. They'd do it even if she was in public! She and Hobie were going down the corridor, Hobie's hands behind his head, while she showed him images of Nyx. She'd purchased a suit similar to his for Nyx, and the cat adored it.

Hobie was discussing how he should come to your place and customize the suit so that it appeared ever more stylish like his. You giggled as he grinded. You felt a strong grip on your chest all of a sudden. You virtually leaped out of your skin and spun around like a lunatic. Realizing there was no one around, Hobie came to a halt and glanced at you. He knew something was amiss the moment he saw your face; you were pale and slightly shivering, and your arms wrapped about your chest. "Are you all right? "What's the matter?" He asked. But you were absolutely paralyzed and terrified. That was the end of it; you couldn't take it any longer.

You glanced at Hobie and asked him, trembling, to take you to Miguel's office. He threw his arm over your shoulder and led you to Miguel's office, where you thanked him and stepped inside. Miguel had his back to you and was staring at many screens. others had abnormalities and others were within the building, although it appeared to be the latter. " Miguel," you said to him. He turned to view you, taking in the many expressions on your face, which was pale and on the edge of breaking down.

He sighed and walked up to you, softly caressing your face. "What's wrong, Hermosa?" "T-there is s-someone stal-stalking me," you said, on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Miguel embraced you, pressing your face to his chest as you sobbed gently. Miguel caressed your back while his head lay on top of yours. What you couldn't see was his big smile, and how much he enjoyed your vulnerability. It was your fault for not paying attention to him and his love for you, but the outcome is exactly what he desired.

He drew you away from him and kissed you passionately. He tightened his grip on you as he intensified the kiss. His tongue swiftly overtook yours, and he moved his mouth away from yours, taking a breath and licking his lips. You were gasping and trying to catch your breath as you stared up at Miguel, his eyes half-closed and burning red. His suit was incredibly tight, particularly on his bottom half, where a bulge was fast developing. His outfit dematerialized, leaving him in his boxers. He peered down at you and said in hushed tones, "Strip, and on your knees, Muñeca."

You did what he said, as if in a drunken stupor, and your suit crumbled off your body. Miguel smirked as your knees crumbled in front of his sight. "Open your mouth and stick your tongue out." He stated this while touching your lips with his finger. He tapped once, and with the second tap, your mouth opened, your tongue hanging out. He added a second finger to his slide up and down your tongue. He commanded you to "close your mouth and suck." You did as he said and began sucking on his fingers.

You swirled your tongue over his fingers, doe eyes on him. With an 'mmm', he removed his fingers from your mouth, glancing at the small string of saliva joining his digits and your tongue. You felt dizzy simply looking at Miguel, and when you heard him talk again, it was as if he was holding you on a tight leash. Miguel grabbed your jaw and innocently asked, "Won't you help with this, Cariño?" referring to the bulge in his boxers that was now generating a wet area from his excitement at having you beg under him.

You had lost all reasonable thought, and your mind had just become mush with desire, need, and Miguel. You pulled his boxers with trembling hands and saw as his dick sprung to life, completely erect and dripping little drops of transparent cream. "Well, don't just sit there and look, " he was huge and thick. Why don't you have taste, Mi Amor?" Inching your face closer and closer till you were kissing the base of his dick, he said. You put out your tongue and gave him a lengthy lick that ended with you kissing his tip. Taking him into your mouth and circling his dick with your tongue. Miguel groaned and buckled his hip.

"Ahh~ No, Y/n, don't use your hands." Show me how you like to be pleased." He stated. You followed his instructions with tears in your eyes. Your right hand squeezed your right breast and pinched your nipple. Your left hand instantly found your sex, easily locating the little bundle of nerves. You were drooling and feeling a knot form in your gut as Miguel drove into you, circling your clit with great yearning. The quicker you continued moving, the faster he pushed into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, and the knot got tighter and tighter until it eventually snapped and you came. Miguel followed with one more powerful thrust and let in out onto awaiting your tongue.

Your eyes were half-closed from crying and coming down from your high. He grabbed your limp body and carried you to his hair. He sat down on it with you in his arms, and you sat tiredly on his lap, staring at him. His second hand came to assault your already mistreated clit as his thick fingers tenderly touched your entrance, accumulating your fluids. You shuddered as if lightning had shot up your spine. "Noo…I can't, s'too much," you moan, struggling to break free from his grip. He cradled you in his arms and whispered into your ear, " Shhh… Won't you be a good girl and take it, Mi Amor? I'll give you the reward shortly."

He shoved his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of you. He placed your clit in between his pointer and middle finger, giving it a small pressure, and made your back arch and lips drop open in a hushed moan/scream as your sinful song resonated through the room. You're not sure if it was your extremely sensitive sex or Miguel's deft manipulation of your climax. He drew his hand away from your sex, wet threads stuck to his fingertips. His lustful eyes locked onto yours as he licked each finger clean on his tongue.

They came out again as he wrapped your creamy thighs around his waist and you bucked against him frantically. You can hear him chuckle at your brattiness. "Patience~," he sang, kissing your lips lightly. He elevated your hips to the point where your sex was aligned with his dick. " Miguel… i-I won't fit," you whimpered as he forced you down onto his tip. He sank you into his dick, your cervix, and his pelvis joining as he pulled your face onto his palm and tilted it to the side to give you a deep passionate kiss. You moaned into his lips, and he swallowed them all. His hand let go of your jaw and came to a stop at your throat, wrapping his hand around it and giving it a light squeezed.

You were so full, and you could feel his dick imprint in your stomach, that it made your toes curl as all the ecstasy rushed over you. "mm, am going to fill up so much-nnn- you won't be able to think of anything but my dick." His cock twitched when your wall flapped slightly. Your moans became louder and louder, and you couldn't stop yourself from being engrossed in the sensation. A conversation could be heard getting closer to the door, as could footsteps. Miguel covered your lips with his palm to keep you silent.

"Shh~, you wouldn't want people watching you get slit on my dick-nnn- would you?" He breathed and thrust into you, your walls tightening at the notion of being observed while Miguel Fucks you stupid. The approaching footsteps came to a complete halt in front of the door, but the person's conversation continued. Your wall fluttered as much as your heart pounded in your chest. Miguel continued to pound into you, his dick digging deeper till it kissed the entrance of your womb. The prospect of being caught and Miguel furiously thrusting into you shattered your already frail strand of sanity, causing you to come undone on his dick.

Miguel continued to push into you while you babbled nonsense until he totally emptied out on you with one final thrust that kissed your womb. keeping you seated nicely on his dick, milking him out to the last drop "That's it, you took it like a good girl, Que Hermosa." He spoke into your ear. Miguel helped you put your clothes back on after pulling you from his lap. " Hermosa, go to your room and rest." "I'll be there soon," he said as he kissed you goodbye and sent you on your way. Hobie greeted you as the door opened. "I was waiting for you." He said.

" What happened to you?" He questioned. "Huh?" You replied out of it, gradually descending from your high. "You look like you've been crying." He stated. "Oh, yeah… But don't worry, Miguel helped me; he said he would help me." You told him, still feeling the heat radiate from your face. You started walking, only to slip and almost fall. "Are you sure you're all right?" he worriedly questioned. " I'm just tired." "Could you help me to my room?" you said shyly.

He merely chuckled as he took your arm and placed it over his shoulder and assisted you in walking to your room. When you arrived, you tiredly thanked him. "Not a problem." He stated this as he walked back to his room, waving to you over his shoulder. You were so exhausted that as soon as you got into bed, you fell asleep. Unaware of the glowing red eyes, that were possessively watching you as you slept not long after you came to your room.

" 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖄/𝖓, 𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙," Miguel said to your sleeping figure.

𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖑, 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊, anyways by the time ya'll are reading this it will be July 9th one day before my b-day, enjoy. 𝕻𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙🦇

𝕺𝖍, 𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖐 𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖔, 𝕭𝖞𝖊🦇

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