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sensual-kiss · 3 years

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Warnings: This work of fiction contains mature content (HEAVY SMUT). User discretion is advised.

Written by 𝐂𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄

The whole house was dark and quiet. The only sound that can be heard was the heavy breaths coming from the sweaty couple who’s making out by the front door. Brandon had Ellerie on the palm of his hand. His hands were on her neck, tongue down her throat, her hands were roaming his muscular body, traveling from his broad shoulder down to his raging cock. Brandon swats her hand when she reaches for his cock. Smirking, mocking her for being so desperate for him. Gripping Ellerie’s chin roughly, Brandon makes her look up at him. “What do you want, kitten? Speak.” He urged her. “I want you, daddy... Please. I need you.” Ellerie whines, her chest heaving with want.

Brandon releases a deep groan that makes Ellerie's knees go weak as he drags her across the room to the living room where he throws her to the couch. Kneeling in front of Ellerie, Brandon spreads her legs wide as he slips himself in between her legs. Kissing her neck lustfully, Brandon leaves marks all over her neck. Not caring about the sound of protest coming from Ellerie. Brandon had a tight grip on Ellerie’s thighs as Ellerie writhed beneath him. “I’m gonna make you cum so hard.” Brandon whispered in her ear before biting her lobe.

“Ahh…” Ellerie moans when she feels Brandon hands under her skirt, his fingers touching her core behind the barrier of her panties. “Please… Please touch me, daddy.” She begs him. Brandon was feeling generous as she took off Ellerie’s panties. His fingers were instantly on her, playing with her clit. “Does it feel good, kitten?” He smirked, teasing her as he eyed her writhing body. Ellerie nodded her head, her lower lip was bitten as she held her moan back. His mischievous fingers trail down to her opening as he sees her hold back a moan, plunging two fingers roughly into her pussy, Ellerie couldn’t hold back the loud moan that escapes her lips.

Thrusting two fingers into her pussy, with a rough pace, Brandon smirk was still etched upon his lips. He leaned down to get a taste of her, spreading her pussy with his fingers, and leaving kittenish lick just to tease her. Ellerie was tortured by his teasing yet she is scared to defy him. Her back was arched, hands gripping the edge of the couch hard as she felt his tongue on her. Brandon was having the time of his life. Maneuvering between sucking on her clit and thrusting his tongue into her pussy. And just when Ellerie was about to cum, he pulled away. “Are you gonna cum, kitten?” Brandon asked her as his fingers thrust into her at a faster pace. “Yes! Yes daddy! I’m gonna cum. Oh! Please let me cum.” Ellerie blabbers as she felt herself nearing the edge. “Cum for me kitten. Let me taste you.” Brandon said before sucking on Ellerie’s clit hard. With that, Ellerie cum with a loud scream that fills the entire room. Her body was shaking from the pleasure. Brandon holds her legs apart as he licks her clean.

Ellerie was limp in his arms as he carried her to the bathroom. Brandon smirked as she felt her limp body on him. Resting her head on his chest as her hands were wrapped on his neck. The trip to the bathroom wasn’t long, Brandon placed her on the countertop upon arriving in the bathroom. Quickly undressing her off her clothes. Ellerie was regaining her energy back after Brandon undressed her. Watching as the man in front of her undresses himself, revealing his god-like body. Gnawing on her lower lip, Ellerie presses her thighs together as she feels herself getting wet again from the show she was receiving.

“Enjoying the show, kitten?” Brandon smirked at Ellerie as he caught her gawking at him. Walking closer to her, he put her hand on her cheeks softly, rubbing her cheek, before putting his thumbs upon her lower lip. “Why don’t you show me what this mouth can do, kitten. Hm?” It wasn’t a question, Ellerie gets it. He wants her to suck him off. And that’s exactly what she did. Getting off the countertop, Ellerie pushes Brandon into the shower slowly. Making him walk backward. Upon reaching the shower cubicle, Ellerie kneels down in front of him. Looking up at Brandon to find his eyes already on her, smiling as she reaches for his cock.

Ellerie's hand was wrapped on his cock as she gave his tip a kittenish lick. Brandon was impatient as Ellerie teases him. His hand reaches for Ellerie’s head and pushes it down his cock, making Ellerie choke on his cock. Ellerie hollowed her cheeks to suck him off. Bobbing her head up and down as his hold loosened. Her right hand reaches for what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, whilst her left hand fondles his balls. Getting out of breath, Ellerie pulls Brandon’s cock out of her mouth, stroking his cock with her hand at a fast pace.

Out of nowhere, Brandon pulled her up, making her gasp out of surprise. After turning on the shower, he roughly pivoted her, making her back facing him. Her waist was held tight by Brandon’s hands. He handled her roughly as he was impatient. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, kitten. So hard, you’ll cry for me to stop. Put your hand on the wall in front of you, now.” He stated. Ellerie shudders at his command, putting her hands up on the wall in front of her.

Brandon shoves his cock into Ellerie’s pussy with one push making her screams on the top of her lungs. Arching her back, Ellerie was moaning uncontrollably as he thrust into her. The water rained down upon the couple as thrust upon thrust was sent into Ellerie’s guts. “Daddy, oh God, please.” Ellerie moves her body to meet his relentless thrust.

“I’m gonna cum, kitten. You’re so fucking tight.” Brandon rasped at her. Chasing his high. “Daddy, please let me cum.” Ellerie cries at him. Nodding to himself, Brandon pulled at her hair, yanking her head back to meet her lips in a lustful kiss. “Cum for me.” He whispers on her lips.

Upon his command, Ellerie cums on his cock, milking his cock as she clenches her pussy, making him cum too. She couldn’t hold back the moan when she felt his cum shoot inside her, painting her inside white. After a short while, Brandon pulled out slowly, making their mixed cum oozed out of her pussy.

“You did so great, kitten. I’m so proud of you.” He stroked her hair softly, kissing her temple out of adoration. Ellerie hums in response, leaning her body on his weakly.

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Unforeseen Encounter

Warnings: This work of fiction contains mature content (SMUT). User discretion is advised.

Written by 𝐂𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄

Leaning her body against the bar, Ellerie was sent on a mission to assassinate a disgusting middle-aged man that has been flirting with girls twice his age nonstop. As per usual, Ellerie opted to spy on her target before pulling the trigger against them. Rather than her typical outfit, Ellerie was dressed in black leathers tonight. The bar was dark. However, her eyes have grown accustomed to it, for she has been there for a couple of hours.

Not having an excellent tolerance for alcohol, which sucks for her. She only ordered a coke to keep her mouth from drying up. As hours passed, the bar just kept getting even more packed. That's when she saw him, Brandon. The man she occasionally hooked up with. "Fuck." She mouthed, quickly moving from her position to hide and avoid the irresistible man.

Standing in the secluded part of the bar, Ellerie tried to focus back on her mission, but her attention was kept getting pulled back towards the man with a buzz cut and stubble across his face. He was wearing a white shirt with the sleeve rolled up to his elbow. Ellerie unconsciously bites her lips. Shaking her head, she looks for her target, the real reason why she's here. To get her job done as soon as possible.

Her target was there, still trying to get in those young girls' pants. While watching him, she goes over the ways and moments she can execute her plan smoothly. Ellerie thought executing him in his home would be the best decision. She probably needs help or herself to lobby him into letting her into the comfort of his house.

'But that will be too dangerous,' she thought.

Ellerie thanked God for she was given a lot of time to go over and plan the perfect plan because when her eyes steal a glance of Brandon, her target wasn't where the last time she spotted him. She mentally cursed herself for being distracted on a mission. She thought that she needed a drink before continuing to look for him. That's if he even still was there.

For some reason, the place seems to get hotter, and she starts sweating like crazy. "I should really get a drink," Ellerie muttered to herself. Walking up to the bar to get her drink. Unfortunately, before she made it there, she was pulled into one of the bathrooms there. A large hand covers her mouth, preventing her from screaming. Ellerie fought the man out of instinct, but he seems to know every move she was about to make.

"Stop fighting me, kitten." A voice she was very familiar with whispered in her ear, sending shivers across her tiny frames compared to his large one. Her eyes almost jumped out of their socket when she realized who pulled her in. Yanking his arms away, she maneuvered her body to face the man she has been hiding from all night.

"Do you really think you can hide from me, kitten?" He chuckled at her before she got the chance to say anything.

"What the fuck, Brandon????"

"Why are you hiding away from me, Kitten? Playing hide and seek?" He tilted his head to the side, eyes practically undressing her with a smirk adorning his godly face.

"I'm here for a job. I need to get back." She sighs, somehow feeling suffocated being in a small room with him. Ellerie walked backward as he stalked her way, with a predatory gaze locked on her. Her back hit the wall, "Brandon." His name came out breathy, not precisely what she expected. "You want me, Kitten. Don't deny it." She wishes she can slap the smirk out of his face.

His hand came to the back of her neck, gripping it, tilting her head to look up at him. Ellerie wants to fight him, but it seems like she doesn't have the power to as his head duck down to catch her lips, kissing her passionately. His tongue immediately invaded her mouth. A moan slipped past her lips as she grips the front part of his dressed shirt. "I should go back out there." Ellerie pants when he pulls back for oxygen. "You're not." He grimaced at her, pivoting her body. Pressing his chest against her back. His lips attacking her neck. Trailing wet kisses from her jawline to the juncture where her neck and shoulder meets. She moaned, tilting her head to give him access. Ellerie could never resist him; her body succumbed to him.

Ellerie's hair was pulled in a ponytail as Brandon fucked her throat. Her spit was dripping out of her mouth, trying to accommodate his girth. "You're doing so good, kitten." He groaned as she choked on him. Pulling out of her mouth, Brandon pulled her up to him, yanking the zipper of her black leather dress open. Ellerie was panting. Perhaps she unconsciously has been sex deprived that she's this turned on being treated like a rag doll by this godly man. Her eyes were hazy by now; a loud scream escaped her lips as Brandon rams into her, arms wrapping itself around his shoulder as he picked her up with ease.

"Daddy— you ah… so big." She whined. He really fucked her dumb in a toilet while she was doing a mission; this fact made pride bloom in Brandon's chest as he thrust senselessly into her. Brandon can feel her walls squeezing him, "You're close, aren't you, kitten?" He mocked with a smirk etched on his pretty face. Ellerie couldn't form a word as she nodded her head instead, with a soft moan slipping past her lips.

"I'm gonna cum. . . Ngh. . ."

"Then cum for me, Kitten."

His permission was Ellerie's undoing. She moans shamelessly, her body quivering as the coil in her stomach snapped. Brandon continues to thrust into her. Reaching for his own peak even when she mewled for him to stop.

The moment Brandon shoots his load into her, Ellerie releases yet another moan, reaching for him as she snuggles her face into his neck, muffling the moan that continues to slip without her will.

"I'm so glad an unforeseen situation like this happened," Brandon whispered to her. She can already imagine his stupid smirk while saying it but opted to stay silent and continue regaining her consciousness and hope her mission is yet to go down the drain.

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The Abduction of Little Sirvart

A flashback story to 2002.

Warnings: This work of fiction contains mature content. User discretion is advised.

Written by 𝐂𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄

The chilly autumn breeze blew against Ellerie’s cheek, softly caressing it just as soft as how Geralt always touched her cheek. A shiver ran through the ten-year-old girl’s body as another wind blew her way. Standing on the second floor of Geralt’s mansion, she was accompanied by Stefan, her father’s right hand, to protect her.

She scowls; being away from her father is the worst day for the ten years old. She remembered whining for her dad to take her with him, but he insisted on saying no, saying that it would be dangerous for him to take her. But, what is so different? She usually comes with him on his monthly trip. Yet, she doesn’t put too much thought into it and decides to let it go instead.

While enjoying the night view and the calm breeze, she heard Stefan speak into his little hands-free communication device she’s been begging her father for. Ellerie couldn’t make out what Stefan said but, Stefan suddenly pulled her inside the mansion. The man picked her up with ease and practically ran across the hall. Ellerie has bewilderment written all over her face. As Stefan ran even faster, Ellerie gripped on him tightens. Then she made out where they were through the blurry sight. They were running to the safe room. And by then, she saw two huge men in black running towards their way. “Stefan, people are running behind us.” She informed him on the verge of tearing up.

Stefan doesn’t slow down. His pace was almost inhuman at this point. However, it wasn’t fast enough as one of the men that had been chasing us for the past few minutes pulled out a gun and shot Stefan’s right leg. He instantly tripped as the pain hit him, bringing Ellerie down with him. A screech slipped past her lips as the men who shot Stefan came closer to them and pulled Ellerie away from his arm. Her cheeks were now drenched in tears as she fought back the man who held her like she was some ragdoll and the sight of Stefan’s blood terrifies her.

“Tell your boss we have his daughter.” One of the men spat at Stefan and shot his other leg for no reason. Stefan’s scream tore through the hallway as Ellerie still fought and cried as the men took her away. “STEFAN!!” She shrieks. Ellerie’s POV

The room was dark, I’m scared of the dark. “Daddy. Daddy, please help me.” I cried at the top of my lungs. “SHUT UP! YOUR DAD IS NOT HERE” A man shouted at my face. I was scared to death; zipping my mouth shut, I sob silently. I wished for my daddy to save me soon. It was getting harder to breathe as panic engulfs my body. ‘What if I can’t see daddy anymore?’ ‘What if they shoot me like how they shot Stefan?’ ‘What did I do wrong?’ The train of thoughts was getting hair-rising each passing minute. Then I heard the men’s voice like they were negotiating something. Words daddy said I couldn’t say were thrown here and there; after it seems like a while, they ended the phone call and went back inside the room where they kept me. They appear on edge from what I saw. I kept my head down. However, I still took a glance at them.

It was maybe an hour after or so; I woke up with a jump as I heard gunshots here and there. I whirled my head to the source of the sound, but it was coming from everywhere. Fear overtook me once again. The man that was in the room with me was no longer there. My hands were still bound to one another. I can hear sounds of doors getting harshly opened. I jumped in my place when the door I was facing was kicked open, and someone barged inside the room. I cringed, attempting to curl myself into a ball as a form of protection.

From the corner of my eye, I can see a man looking like my father. The man was approaching me. I was afraid. He lays his hands on me, and I try to dodge his hand, frantically moving to fight them. “Hey, honey! It’s me! It’s me! It’s daddy, sweetheart.” The man said, his hold on me tightening to stop me from moving.

“Daddy?” I went limp when I heard his voice, my daddy. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I lay my head on his shoulder, not able to form any words at all. I lay my head on his shoulder, and then everything went dark. A peaceful one, I feel safe. I am saved. Daddy’s here. Daddy saved me.

The end of Ellerie’s POV Ellerie was now lying in her comfy bed, in the arms of her father, and sleeping soundly as the tiredness slowly leaves her system. Geralt was pushing the hair that fell to his daughter’s face. A tear escaped from the corner of his eyes, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have gone through that.” His voice is quivering.

Geralt clears his throat and wipes the tears that have fallen on his cheek as Ellerie stirs awake from her sleep. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?” His smile was pained, and she can see that. “I’m fine, daddy. Thank you for saving me.” She smiled at him, hoping to cheer him up as he always said that her smile was the only thing he ever needed on his bad days. Geralt was silent, and Ellerie chooses to stay quiet too. Opting on not asking questions, she was still in shock as much as her father is. She crawled closer to her father and cuddled herself to her father.

Someday they are going to talk about what happened today but not today. Let today be the day they cherish each other’s presence as they both almost lose one another.

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sensual-kiss · 3 years

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A Pleasant Target.

Warnings: 18+, foul languages, unprotected sex, MINORS DO NOT READ.

Written by 𝐂𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄

The vast ballroom was filled with hedonists, masks covering their pompous facades, and champagnes on their hands. The light was dimly lit. A piece of jazz music could be heard as some people swayed on the dance floor. Couples were dancing romantically, and bodies pressed to one another. Ellerie rolls her eyes at the sight, scoffing as she scans around the room for her target. She was sent by her father to dig up information about the new lad that just move into town. She was only given a name by her father, without any specific detail about this lad. She knows the task was going to be hard when she entered the ballroom.

Elle was dressed in a strapless red dress with a slit that reaches her upper thigh with strappy heels in the same color—sauntering across the room through the sea of people in her dress—sporadically eavesdropping to conversations that might contain information about her target or at least a lead to him. Being a pro at what she does, she is always sly and careful about her actions. Not to mention that she can feel eyes land on her. A group of middle-aged men was eyeing her from head to toe. Elle almost scoffs when she notices them. ‘Like you can handle me.’ She thought, clearly making fun of those filthy men.

Standing in a corner, she watched them again with eagle eyes. She was trying to spot this so-called host. ‘How is it so hard to find him when he’s the fuckin’ host?’ she thought. As she quarreled with herself, a butler walked near her and offered her champagnes. She needs one now. She shrugs and reaches for a glass. Elle continues to eye the crowd as she takes a sip of the champagne. The taste was refreshing as she started to get stressed by the task at her hand. Her eyes scan the room until her eyes meet with his eyes, a blue one, almost as blue as hers. He was leaning on the bar, clad in a tuxedo just like everyone else. She couldn’t recognize him as he was wearing a mask just like her and everyone else. Was he somebody that she knew?

His eyes were locked on her; one corner of his lips was pulled into a charming smirk as he raised his glass in a toast. She diverted her attention toward another place as she tried to focus back on her assignment. It was probably just another guy who wanted her to dance with him. The room feels stuffy all of a sudden. Elle decides to go outside and take a breath of the crisp night air. Her journey leads her to a garden, a beautiful garden filled with roses. There’s not much light except for the shining moon and a little garden lamp. The breeze was relaxing as she thinks through the task she was given. Was it because her father knows that this new lad in town was very unreachable that she sent her to lobby people to learn about him? She will tell her father to be more specific when giving her a task in the future. After gulping down the rest of her champagne, she pivoted her body towards the way where she came from. But a man standing in her way startled her. Elle does not get scared quickly. However, this man walks like a cat. She doesn’t even hear him at all.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” The lad offers her a charming smile that made her remember the lad near the bar. It was him. He was indeed even more attractive up close. It is weird for Elle to get tongue-tied, but his presence affected her so much.

“Oh, how rude of me. I’m Brandon, and you are milady?” His smile was genuine, but his eyes hide something that intrigued her to unravel it.

“Brandon? Williams? So, you’re the host?” She cannot hide the shock that adorned her facade. She was expecting a nasty middle-aged man, but he was definitely out of her expectation.

“Yes, and I think I haven’t got your name yet.”

“Ellerie. I have been looking for you all night.” She teases, an innocent smile etched on her lips. Hoping that her confession will intrigue the lad.

“Have you now? You didn’t seem very interested earlier.” Elle was getting bothered by his insanely attractive smirk.

“I am now.” The dominant vibe he was emitting intimidated her, but she won’t show it, of course.

“Let me show you around?” Brandon offers his arm to Ellerie with an endearing smile etched on his facade. Elle accepted the offer, letting him lead the way to wherever he intended on taking her. She keeps contemplating if she should ask him questions and gain the information her father needed, but a glance at him and her mind went blank. What is he doing to her? How is he even capable of affecting her this much?

The pair have been walking together for some time now. Brandon showed her his mansion, which was enormous but nothing foreign to her. After all, she grew up in a manor similar to this one. The hallway was empty. The sounds of music from where the party is held were barely audible. And before she grasps in their situation, her back was pressed to a wall nearby, and his lips were on hers. She kisses him back with the same fervor, arms circling themselves on his neck as she felt his arms wrapping around her slim waist, pressing their bodies together, leaving no space in between them.

She pulls away, taking an intake of oxygen as his lips chase for hers, making Elle smirk slyly. She got him hooked. “Shall we take this somewhere private?” He asked her, gasping a little, his hands grasping her waist. “Please do lead the way, sir.” Elle grins at him before he kisses her one last time, then pulling at her hand softly.

Elle was facing the door, leaning her body back against Brandon’s sturdy one as he attacked her neck. Leaving wet kisses from her jawline to her shoulder. She couldn’t resist the moan that slips her lips. Giggling when his stubble tickles her. When they finally made it inside the room, he slammed and locked the door. Taunting her like how a predator taunts its prey.

He shoved her to the soft mattress, pressing his body on top of hers while littering kisses on her. Elle’slegs wrap themselves around his waist, grinding up against him as she cups his jawline and maneuvers his lips to hers.

A whine slips past Elle’s swollen red lips as he keeps teasing her. “Stop teasing me!” She scowls at him. His charming smirk was back on his lips, etched proudly as he holds himself on top of her, his elbows supporting his weight. “Impatient little thing, aren’t you? Don’t worry, little one, I’ll take good care of you.” Brandon’s hands reached for Elle’s dress, hiking it up and ripping her panties off. Elle submits herself to him, moaning when she feels his rigid shaft nudging at her core.

“Plea—” Elle doesn’t even finish the word coming out of her lips as she felt him push his member inside of her. Screaming as he stretched her to her limit. Brandon kisses Elle to shut her up, tongue battling for dominance. Thrust after thrust, Elle was reaching her climax as she begged for him. “I’m close. . . Ahh fuck!! Brandon!” She signaled at him. Brandon’s thrust picked up its pace as Elle reached her climax, her manicured nails scratching at his back, leaving red lines along his back. She can feel him reaching his peak, grunting with a rough voice as he slowed his pace after he finishes inside of her.

“If you haven’t realized it, you’re mine now,” Brandon said, panting, as he laid on his back beside her. “I belong to no one, Brandon.” She chuckles at his confidence. Neither of them planned to become friends after this, but the universe said otherwise. Romantic relationships were not on their agenda, but a stress reliever won’t hurt anyone.

Ellerie and Brandon develop friends with benefits relationship after their first meeting. Gradually becoming each other’s best friend.

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