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Opposites Attract pt. 3 (Balor/Reader smut)

Summary: Balor repays you back for your actions the previous night by a tenfold, just like he said he would…

Warnings: dom!Balor, bondage, tendril usage (goes along w/ the bondage and does other things ;3), food play, orgasm control, biting, Balor being a little shit lol and I think that’s it???

Word Count: 6869

Read parts one and two here

(Y/n): your name

Bolded words is Balor speaking/his thoughts.

Author’s notes are below the cut bc they’re a tad bit long.

(A/N: I know it’s been a minute but I finally got something out lmao XD. Thx to @writinglionqueen and @writing-reigns for listening to me rant about this & for giving me feedback. Also there’s a tad (hella) bit of demon tendril porn/usage so if that makes you squeamish I’m sorry???? It’s my first time writing smth like it and if you don’t want to read it, that’s fine ^^)

(A/N #2: This is also partially dedicated to @wrestlingxbalorxrollins, since Des loved the first 2 parts and had asked me if I ever planned on writing another part to this. This is for you, my fellow Balor Babe. I miss you and I love you <3)

~~~~~

Balor had woken up a little before you did, his black eyes shifting over to his right to admire your resting form. He lifted himself onto his elbow to properly run his eyes over you. You looked so innocent then, the natural light from outside highlighting your bare shoulder and glinting off of your hair. Everything about you in that moment was… strangely adorable to him, from the faint snoring noises you made to your naked body, hidden underneath his sheets.

Far from the vixen that had claimed him the night before.

A hand slid through your hair and you sighed in your sleep, moving closer to the man and entangling your legs with his once again. You nuzzled your cheek into his hand when he ran his palm over it and gave it a featherlight kiss, making Balor’s heart swell with affection.

You rolled onto your back just as his eyes roamed your body once more. Your now exposed breasts dipped with the falling of your chest and your nipples peaked from the chill of the air in the room. A sudden growl spilled from deep within his chest and he smiled, his pearly white teeth on display for his little corner of paradise to see.

You looked heavenly - deathfully - sinful, and exactly like his all at the same time. You looked...

…beautiful.

You were his and he was yours; you were his devilishly angelic, a double-sided goddess whom he’d let corrupt his very body and who had let him do the same to you the night before.

And he would do it again in a heartbeat.

The hand on your cheek began to trail down your jaw and drew light patterns along your neck. He moved down your collarbone and circled your breasts with the tip of his finger, making your breath hitch in your sleep. Lifting the satin blanket that covered your lower half, the demon’s eyes made their way down your stomach and lingered at the apex of your thighs.

Oh, what that deliciously sinful cunt does to him, even as you sleep…

Memories from the night before came rushing into his head then. The way your body had moved against his and the way you managed to coerce the big, bad Demon King to play nice and be so damn needy for you was unbelievable still.

Which made him love you all the more.

He ran his palm up and down the soft skin of your thighs, reveling in the feeling of you cuddling up against him more. Balor’s eyes began to close as he started to fall into a slumber when something in the back of his mind jumped out at him, something he had told you only a few hours before…

“Good, because in the morning, I’m gonna repay you back for everything ya just did to me by a tenfold, (Y/n). Just you wait.”

All other actions ceased as the hand on your leg paused its movements and his eyes snapped open. Everything in that moment just… stopped for him, giving him enough time to process the thought that just came to him.

And then, the flood came.

Idea after idea of how to punish you rushed through his mind. From infiltrating your dreamscape to give you a taste of what’s in store to pinning you down and making you cum constantly without any relief, the possibilities at his fingertips seemed endless. But, one lingered in the back of his skull that made him chuckle deeply, his chest rumbling.

Removing his hand from your leg, he sat himself up and turned you over onto your back. You still looked bewitching, ensnaring the Demon King’s very soul and toying with it from your slumber. You were the perfect Queen, darling and devilish in all the right places.

He was going to love corrupting the little innocence you had left.

With a twitch of his right hand, Balor watched as two inky black tendrils rose from the floor near the bed and moved over to him. He ran his palm over the one he was closest to, it feeling surprisingly firm despite the shadows pooling from where it emerged. They made their way over to you, easily sliding over the bedsheets and underneath your breasts, finally making their way to your wrists.

The tendrils elegantly wrapped themselves around them and your lower arms, crossing your wrists and attaching themselves to the two bedposts near your head. He summoned a few more with another flick of his wrist and began to run up your body.

Two more circled themselves around your ankles and had spread your legs, bending them at the knees before wrapping what remained of themselves around the remaining bedposts. The final two tendrils sheathed themselves underneath your breasts and squeezed firmly, coiling around your back and under the globes of your ass as well.

The demon stood up to properly admire his delicate handicraft and my, my, my, what a delicious snack you made. He felt himself get hard and nearly moaned outright at the sight of you.

You were all trussed up by the creations that he summoned with his powers, and that just made him feel all the satisfaction in the world. The tendrils seemed to look almost like a deep black velvet to the untrained eye but they were alive, and you were bound by them with only time and the demon above you as your only saviors and foes.

The sight of you like this was almost enough to make him cum right there on the spot.

He moved towards the foot of the bed like a predator stalking his prey, and he was hungry for you. His rough palms smoothed the skin of your knees as they made contact, making you squirm in the tendrils’ hold. His fingertips trailed down the skin of your calves and up your thighs for a few moments before they neared your slightly damp and inviting folds.

He stood between your legs on his knees, glancing up at your face briefly before sighing gratefully at your still closed eyes and the sound of light snoring. Pushing your thighs apart gently, he felt his beard brush against them as his mouth began to descend to the crux of your thighs.

Things were seemingly going well and good until a beast-like groan bounced off the air in the room.

Balor paused abruptly, coming back up to peer around and to find as to what the hell made that ridiculous sound. Seconds went by and the noise came up again but this time, it was quieter and more… concentrated. Looking down, he mentally slapped himself.

That’s me, isn’t it?, he thought, watching his stomach move with the rumble of the growl. Well, this body does need food constantly.

A light bulb shone in his head at the thought, making the Demon King chuckle darkly as he began to form a new plan. He moved from in between your thighs and made his way to the door, his sculpted ass facing you. Turning around, he gazed upon your form a final time before taking his leave, leaving you bound and “willingly” waiting for his return.

~~~~~

Your body’s natural alarm clock was the first thing that woke you up that morning, the second being the wondrously glorious smell of something cooking from the floor below you. You yawned and tried to raise your arms above your head to stretch, but you couldn’t.

...what the hell?

Slowly, you cracked your eyes open and trailed them up the length of your arm only to see this… thing… attached to it. Your heart beat louder as you began to struggle to get your arm free. Whatever it was that was wrapped around you looked as if someone cut off a strip of a black hole and pulled it tight around you.

You frantically turned your head to see the rest of them (what the hell even were they?) coiled around your other arm and down your torso. Your legs seemed to get the same treatment as well, seeing that you couldn’t move them at all.

What the hell?!

Wiggling slightly in your bonds, you called out, “Uh… Balor? You lurking out there somewhere? ”

The sounds of cooking downstairs dimmed before you heard the slow creak of someone coming upstairs. Your still sleep-groggy mind almost convinced you that the person was a threat, but it was by far more worse than that.

Standing in the doorway of the bedroom was a seemingly stark naked Demon King with a pink, frilly lace chef’s apron covering his front that read “I Put The Devil In Devil’s Food Cake” in deep red letters. It had heavily contrasted to literally everything about him: from the room he was standing in to his home to the way he dressed when coming out to the ring.

The fucker even had the audacity to look down at you in your… occupied… state and genuinely smile at you like nothing’s wrong with the situation at hand.

That little demon shitbiscuit.

“Ah, so the Sleeping Beauty has finally awoken. How’d ya sleep, love?”

“So, we’re just not gonna talk about the elephant in the room here…?”

He stood there looking slightly confused, but you weren’t going to fall for that easily.

“What ‘elephant’, (Y/n)? I have done nothing wrong.”

I’m going to murder him for this when I get out of these, you thought menacingly as you scowled at his false coyness and tried to slowly motion to your currently tied up state.

“What the absolute, actual fuck did you do to me, Balor?!”

Your tone shocked him a little, but he did nothing more other than chuckle at your fussing and your attempts to escape. His onyx eyes glinted in the light, making you shiver.

“Like I said before, I did nothing wrong. I’m just making light on the promise I made last night.”

Your curiosity peaked as he said this. Quirking your brow, you asked, “Th’ hell are you talking about? You didn’t make any pr-”

…

“Good,” he replied, chuckling at your response, “because in the morning, I’m gonna repay you back for everything ya just did to me by a tenfold, (Y/n). Just you wait.”

…

Shit.

If you were in a cartoon in that moment, your face would have gone sheet white. You chuckled nervously and he stared back at you, his usual devilishness back in his eyes.

“Finally, she gets it. How does it feel, darling, to be on th’ other side of the ropes?”

He began to stalk towards the end of the bed with you helpless but to just watch, his aura so demeaning and him that even with that stupid apron on, you felt kinda scared to shit. Climbing onto the sheets, he crept towards your face on all fours and ran his hands up your now trembling legs.

“You see, (Y/n),” he began, his eyes locked onto the tendrils that laced your legs to the bed, “I wasn’t jokin’ when I said that I was gonna repay ya for our… frivolous… activities last night, and I want to make you ache for me.”

His right hand moved to toy with one of them, dragging his finger over it lightly and it vibrating in return. That, quite frankly, shocked you and made you jolt, the vibration rolling up to the crease of your thigh.

“These things right here? These things holding you down? They’re mine. I summoned them, and they heed to my command. Now? I have ya in my grasp and I’m not gonna let you go for some time, love,” Balor spoke, his words making you feel like the weak prey to his dominating predator.

I guess this was how he felt last night, then.

His hands moved from your legs up your stomach and to your breasts, him grabbing both roughly and pinching your nipples. You wanted to arch your back more into his grip, but the tendrils holding you down prevented you from moving. All you could do with the sudden pleasure he was dealing out was scream.

And scream you did.

His chest rumbled with an unreleased glee as he watched you try and move closer to him. “Yeah, that’s it. I’m the one in control now. I hold th’ reins and you will listen to me and me alone until I say otherwise, love.”

His Irish accent kept getting thicker and thicker with each passing second and all it did was make the newfound arousal between your legs become more prominent. Moving closer to you, he removed a hand from your breast and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Now, (Y/n), you will beg for me, and I’m gonna keep on enjoyin’ watchin’ ya squirm.”

And with that, he took two of his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. Hearing your breathing falter, his dipped them down to circle them around your clit. Balor smirked as he saw how you tried to buck your hips to, once again, try and obtain more pleasure from him. The tendrils all seemed to tighten around your limbs, causing you to hiss.

“Stay still, pet,” he warned, shooting daggers at you, “or there’ll be consequences.”

His fingers ceased their movements for a few seconds to emphasize his point and then continued, this time moving a bit further south this time to circle your hole before plunging the digits in without warning. You yelled out and forced yourself to lie dormant, and it grew to almost impossible levels when the bastard decided that his fingers weren’t going to be enough to satisfy you.

So, what does he do?

Why, he uses that sinfully dirty tongue of his on you, of course.

His moved back down to the edge of the bed, fingers still inside of you, and placed his mouth directly over your clit. You squeezed your eyes closed to help yourself out, but he wasn’t having it at all.

Taking his hand from your other breast and pinching your inner thigh, he growled, “Don’t ya fuckin’ dare close those eyes on me. I want to see the desperate look in my toy’s eyes as she begs me to let her cum.”

This went on for a few minutes, but those minutes seemed to stretch on for eons and eons. The pleasure spike in your abdomen continued to grow with every slight movement the demon between your legs made, whether it be from a crook of his fingers into your dripping core or from a blow of cool air to your aching bud.

He was relentless and soon enough, you were on the verge of letting go.

“P-Please, Balor…” you could barely form words because you were starting to get drunk on arousal.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear ya, love. You’re gonna have to speak up a tad.”

The cockiness in his voice was apparent as he just moved his head back down and continued slurping away at your cunt, the noises making you produce more of your slick.

“Please! I need to cum.”

He hummed, the vibrations going straight to your clit. “I suppose you’ve been a good enough girl for me to let you cum just this once…”

The fingers in you began to move faster and the tendrils squeezed a bit tighter. Most of your senses were being targeted and you couldn’t do anything to stop the incoming ave of pleasure from crashing into you. His beard scruffing along your wet folds once, twice, three times was enough to do you in.

And then he pulled away.

...wait, what? What happened? you pondered to yourself, still a little drunk off arousal. You heard a snap and the tendrils loosened their grip to where they first started from.

“Hey, what the hell?! You bastard, I was about to cum!”

“I told you I was gonna make ya ache for me, right? I said that I held the reins over ya, correct?”

You said nothing, still pissed at the now decaying orgasm fading from your veins.

“That also means I have control over when your orgasms too, sweetheart.”

His cat-like grin was met with your immediate protests of disbelief and anger. But before you could finish, he held up his finger and shushed you. He patted your leg ith his free hand and sucked your juices from his fingers, making your inner walls throb.

“Anyways, love, keep th’ bed warm for me? I’ve got breakfast on and this body needs food.”

You sputtered, “Excuse me? We’re not done here, Balor!”

“For the time being, we are,” he said, standing up and wiping his hand on the apron. Turning around, you got to get a glimpse of his toned ass as he made his way to the door. He glanced back at you a final time before chuckling again, shutting the bedroom door behind him with a soft click.

“Oh, it’s official now,” you murmured to no one. “I’m actually going to murder that sexy, cocky, teasing son of a bitch today.”

~~~~~~

The waiting was the hard part.

You knew he was coming back eventually - he had to - but after that door closed, time seemed to drag on for forever. There weren’t any clocks in his room and since you didn’t bring a watch with you the night before, you had no idea what time it was.

All that you did know was that he was still in the kitchen, most likely still in that stupid fucking apron and laughing to himself at your helpless expense. The smells wafting in from there and through the bottom crack of the door were lovely, however, and you couldn’t help but to drool a little at the thought of what he could cook up.

You tried to distract yourself from the still present arousal between your thighs by trying to rub them together, but that had failed miserably due to the fact that the shadowy tendrils around you would tighten their grip every time you did.

After what seemed like nearly a million years of waiting (and many more failed attempts to try and get yourself off), the doorknob finally jiggled a bit and Balor strode in, arms crossed behind his back and a grin on his face. The apron was gone and his bare… everything… was on display for you to admire. You inhaled, feeling your heartbeat spike as his aura filled the room around him.

“I see you’ve been busy in here, (Y/n),” he began, his dark eyes trailing up your body to your flushed face. “Are ya alright?”

Any other day, you would gladly tolerate his smugness. It was annoyingly hot, after all. But today, it just seemed to piss you off to a very high extent…

… with the added “benefit” of getting wetter than before.

“You know if you asked me that this morning, I would’ve said that I was lightly pissed, but fine nonetheless. Now, I want to actively strangle with one of your dress ties.”

Balor laughed at that, the noise warming you to the bone like a nice drink on a cold night. He walked closer to the bed with his hands still behind his back and stood to your right, eyeing the scattered pieces of your dress from the prior night lingering on the floor space around him.

“I do love this li’l contrast of yours, however. It’s… very you, in a sense.”

“... the hell do you mean?”

Continuing, he added, “I mean everything you do - are - is flawless. Ya managed to bring one of th’ most dangerous men alive down to his knees and made him beg at your feet for release and just mere hours later, you’re bound to his will; my will. My li’l toy made to please me however I’d like.”

The silence that followed was deafening, the only noises being your collective breathing and your heartbeat in your ears.

“I’m gonna make ya want me, darlin’, and this is gonna be a great way to start.”

He moved his hands from behind his back, and…

Oh, fuck me.

In his right hand was a bottle of chocolate syrup and in the other, a can of whipped cream, caps gone and ready to be used. You audibly gulped, your legs trembling from the new tingling sensation you were getting.

He chuckled darkly at your newfound expressions, his eyes swimming with curiosity and lust that made their blackness look even darker up close. Setting both of them on the dresser next to the bed, he ran a hand up your chest and towards the tendril that wrapped itself around your breast.

“Where’d all tha’ confidence from earlier go? Melted away, is that right? You acted all high and mighty before, but you really just wanted to be fuckin’ owned, didn’t ya?”

You so wanted to hit him when he cracked that slight grin but you physically couldn’t. So, you just sat there and let his ministrations continue.

Flicking his wrist once, it tightened its grip once more and stayed there, not letting up like before. Balor twisted your nipple harshly before swallowing your cries with a rough kiss, stealing the air from your lungs. He bit your bottom lip to make you gasp and he slid his tongue against yours. The two of you melded together perfectly, which is why you whined and strained your head closer to his own when he pulled away.

“Now, now, sweetheart,” he chided, “I don’t wanna get too carried away here. The show might be over before it even begins.”

He turned his attention back to the toppings that sat waiting on his dresser. He picked them up and turned back to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You remained silent as he approached you, your words failing you.

“I was gonna use these to top off the wonderful breakfast that I made, but I figured tha’ I could use them to top off something more worthwhile…”

Your eyes flicked from the syrup in his left hand to the whipped cream in his right and back again, still unable to form words. He moved the two closer to you and kneeled down to whisper in your ear.

“So, which one’ll it be, (Y/n)? Left or right?”

He asked you so softly that you almost didn’t hear it, but you knew it was coming. You could almost see him spraying the whipped cream around your nipples and sucking it off each one as if he had all the time in the world, savoring the taste of the sugar on your soft skin and spreading it around the two globes.

The chocolate syrup didn’t fare you much better, as it too infiltrated your mind with filthy thoughts. You saw him spreading it around your mouth and kissing you, licking the sweet from your lips and trailing his now chocolate coated ones down your neck to bury his teeth into the skin.

It was all a little too much for you to handle with his gorgeous (and quite naked) body standing mere inches away from you. Your cheeks flushed with more heat as more fantasies came to mind, Balor clearly amused by the show.

He asked you, “What’s th’ matter, love? Cat got your tongue? I thought tha’ was my job.”

You whimpered and flexed your hips, attempting to look away from his lustful gaze, nut he wasn’t having it.

“If ya don’t choose now, I will, and ya won’t like what I have in store for ya. I don’t wanna punish you this early into this li’l game of ours,” he whispered again, toying with your earlobe with his teeth. “That’ll jus’ take the fun out of things.”

Swimming past all of the erotic thoughts that clouded your mind, you were finally able to move your mouth and form some semblance of words.

“I… I want-”

“Again with this meek voice of yours, (Y/n)? We both know you’re much louder than that.”

Images of you and Balor from last night popped into your head. At this point, you felt as if something had touched your face, it would burst into flames immediately because of how hot your skin felt. Still, you persisted, but louder than before.

“I… I choose the left option…”

Another smile made its way to his face, brightening the atmosphere in the room a little more. “Very nice. Now, how do good li’l toys talk to their masters?”

As if you couldn’t get any more heated, here you fucking are.

His tone made you feel so small, and yet the clear arousal in his voice marked how much he wanted you.

“I choose the chocolate first,... my King.”

The demon’s pearly whites came out to play as he growled, “There ya go, sweetheart.”

Standing up to his full height again, he set the can of whipped cream down and tilted the syrup bottle over his mouth, pouring a little inside. You could see his half-hard cock bounce against his thigh as he moved around the bed to climb back between your legs and kissed you. The sweetness of the chocolate on his tongue mixed with the taste of his mouth made you moan, sliding yours against his to relish in it.

The two of you continued this dance for a number of minutes, you both savoring the taste of each other as he periodically swirled more of the chocolate around your lips and mouth with his tongue. He licked his lips when he moved away, feeling you shudder as you watched him.

He gripped your jaw and tilted your head to the side to drizzle the chocolate on your neck. He didn’t know why, but watching the dark substance spill over your skin and pool in the dip of your collarbone while you submitted to him did something to him. It made him hungry, ravenous even.

It made him hungry for you.

But before he moved down to lap at the sweet, he said, “I want ya to keep your eyes on me th’ entire time. If ya look away for even a second, I’ll stop and make you wait here for as long as I want ya to. Is that understood?”

He was met with your response followed by a swift nod. “Yes, my King.”

“Good girl.”

He dove down and began his journey to mark you. He placed featherlight kisses up and down your neck, making you squirm and whine his name.

“Balor, my King, please…”

“Patience, little girl,” he responded, continuing to eat the chocolate from your skin. He scraped at your skin with his teeth and you hissed, feeling the small sharp points pass. Sucking your pulse into his mouth, he bit down ruthlessly and worried it with his teeth until a dark bruise formed.

He came back up to admire his work and you could see something growing in those eyes of his. The process repeated as he moved down and around the column of flesh and you kept on yelling out into the air, helpless to his touch.

Lick, suck, bite.

Over and over and over again.

He didn’t stop until all the chocolate on your neck and collarbone were gone and in their place were hickies and bruises that varied in size and shade. The thin coat of his saliva shone dimly in the light and your body still twitched in anticipation for what was to come. You heard the bottle’s contents being poured onto your breasts, the sticky syrup making your nipples perk up.

You could feel the aura in the room bend and shake with the cackle he let out. “I wonder if these’ll taste as sweet as that cunt of yours does…”

He looked directly in your eyes as he said this and your breath stopped. He looked so deep in lust that he was very much drowning it, and you weren’t complaining one bit. His tongue came back out to play and swirled the chocolate around your left nipple, you trying to arch your back to push his mouth closer.

Holding your right breast up, he drew his knee in and ground it against your folds, making you scream suddenly at the dual pleasure and thank Balor mentally for living somewhere with no neighbors who’d think you were getting murdered. He moved on to your other nipple when the first on was clean of chocolate, sucking it into his warm mouth and biting down on it.

“Fuck!” you cried out, feeling your orgasm fastly approaching. You tried to grind your folds on the leg between your own but he pinched your side to cease your movements.

“Ya only get to cum when I say you can, (Y/n), or I’m gonna punish ya,” he snarled. “This is your second strike, love. Don’t make me do this again.”

You haven’t seen him bare his teeth at you like that before so instead of barking back with your own response, you decided to nod to avoid that confrontation. Both of your nipples were good and puffy by the time he finished working on them, complete with a matching set of hickies on your breasts to match the ones on your neck.

The way his mouth followed the streams of chocolate syrup that he poured down your abdomen and around the tendrils that held you was hypnotising, and watching him slide down to gaze upon your dripping slick even more so. It was like watching him crawl down and slide into a wrestling ring to face an opponent.

Neither had ever failed to make you wet, though.

Your upper body felt colder without his to cover it, but you were pretty sure that you would get a whole lot warmer soon. The demon poured chocolate over two of his fingers and pushed them into your mouth, your eager tongue ready to clean them off.

Running his beard up and down your inner thighs, he admired the slick that pooled in your folds; that was so ready to be tasted by him. The hairs on his chin made slight burns on the soft skin but you didn’t care: you were ready to feel his mouth on you again.

The sudden snapping of his fingers startled you, you seeing another tendril seem to faze through the bed and perk up next to him. It was the same shade of black as the ones that held you, but this one was much thinner than them. It moved towards you when Balor flicked his wrist and slid up your leg, placing itself directly over your clit.

The bottle of chocolate landed on the floor with a thud and he slipped his fingers from your mouth, drawing them over your lower lips and hearing you groan. He then leisurely slid the two digits into your sopping heat, making you curse and bite down on your lower lip.

That’s when the vibrating started.

The tendril on your clit began to vibrate at a very low level but you could still feel it. You jerked, still held in place by the larger tendrils.

“Shit, damnit, Balor!”

A laugh erupted from his body as he watched your head shake back and forth. “My, my, love, what a mouth you have on ya.”

His fingers curled with every pass into you, catching that one spot in you over and over again. “S-Screw you… Balor…”

“Well, is that any way to speak to your King?”

He feigned his shock with a dropped jaw and leaned back, going back in quickly to join his tongue with his fingers. The tendril on your clit increased its vibrations and you bucked your hips as best you could, the tendrils around you not tightening this time. He obnoxiously slurped at the slick that poured from your cunt, cupping your ass with his free hand and groping one of your cheeks.

You threw your head back when he plunged his tongue into you to get a better taste and he moaned at the combined taste of the leftover chocolate on his tongue and the sweetness of your juices.

“As if your cunt couldn’t get any sweeter, I get proven wrong yet again.”

Balling your hands into fists, you shut your eyes abruptly as to try and not cum so quickly. And that was your final mistake.

The vibrations on your clit seemed to stop just as quickly and the fingers in you were drawn out, and you opened your eyes to see a heated Balor glaring back at you.

“What did I tell you earlier about your eyes, (Y/n)?” he asked, the gruffness in his accent making you like a small mouse.

“You told me… you told me to keep my eyes on you at all times…”

“And what did you just do?”

You felt like you were being berated by a parent in that moment. “... I took my eyes off of you.”

“That’s right, darlin’. That was your third strike. Now, what should I do t’ punish you?”

He seemed to be asking you that question, so you responded with the first answer that came to your head.

“Whatever you wish, my King.”

That seemed to peak his interest which had also made the room’s aura grow darker despite the light coming through the windows.

I’m gonna take advantage of that one, he thought, standing back up to grab the can on whipped cream and shaking it. He sprayed a generous amount on your folds and took the chocolate syrup bottle, drizzling some more on top of the whipped cream. Flicking his wrist again, the tendril on your clit began to vibrate and sped up to an eleven.

He dove down to lick up the mix of sweet between your thighs and gripped your ass with both hands, making sure to get every last drop of you. He murmured, “So creamy,” before looking right back up at you and licking a stripe up your folds.

“I can feel ya tensin’ up on my tongue, love. Just cum for me. Cum for me now,” he growled into you and sucked your folds into his mouth.

That wave you’d been holding back since earlier crashed back into you and you succumbed to the feeling of your release. You shook in the tendrils’ hold and gasped, trying to suck the air that was punched out of you back into your lungs.

Balor chuckled into you, the added vibrations making you shudder, but he didn’t stop. As your slick poured out of you, he buried his face deeper into your cunt. You could see that his beard was glistening from you and his cheeks were red but he kept going.

Pleasure ran through your veins once more and soon enough, you were right back on that edge again, ready to fall. He slurped up the remainder of the sweet toppings from you and stuck his fingers back in, ignoring your cries.

“Fuck, my King, I’m gonna… shit!”

“Yes, my love. Cum for me again like th’ good li’l pet I know you are.”

His fingers were so long and seemed to touch every bit of your walls simultaneously and along with the intenseness of the vibrations to your hard nub, you quickly came again. You screamed out loud and panted, trying to catch your breath once again but Balor wanted you,

And what he wants, he takes.

Slowly, he drew his fingers from you and spread them, watching your juices catch the morning light. He moved his hand down and began pumping himself, mixing your slick with his pre-cum as he watched you.

Oh, how you wished to get that cock in your mouth again, to feel its heavy weight on your tongue and to feel it stretch your throat to its limit. You wanted to swallow him and all that he gave you down like a good girl. You wanted to please him.

He shuffled up onto his knees and his cock bounced with his movements. You were almost drooling at the moment and nearly choked on your own spit when he rubbed the head of it through your folds, catching it on your clit occasionally.

Snapping his fingers with his free hand, the tendrils that wrapped themselves around your legs and the one lingering on your clit dissipated into thin air. Your legs fell flat and you sighed at the blood flowing through them again. Balor grabbed both of your ankles and moved them to bring your knees to your chest, folding you in half.

You weren’t ready for the breach of his cockhead into your hole, nor were you prepared for him to enter you so quickly. With a snap of his lithe hips, he filled you completely and your mouth fell open.

He rutted into you like an animal, striking your cervix with almost every thrust. His pelvis started to grind down on your clit and you whimpered, your only other option being to move your body along with his. Your folds were puffy and you continued to leak slick that coated his cock.

He saw you thrusting your hips back against his and said, “Aww, look at ya, so needy for my cock to fill ya and claim you as my own. Just desperate to cum even though you already came twice in a row…”

“Yes, my King,” you replied, whining when he slowly ground his hips on yours. “I’m your greedy little girl.”

His hand dug into the skin of your calves as he pushed them towards you. His free hand moved to your breast and twisted your nipples again, the pain jolting through you like lightning and making you wetter with each passing second. Your vision started to get cloudy but you kept your eyes trained on his, oh so lost in the desire.

He slapped the side of your breast to keep you focused and did so with the other, going back and forth between the two until he could feel the heat radiating off of the flesh. You were so close to cumming again (you didn’t know how in the fuck your body was able to orgasm so many times in that short of a time period) but you just needed that final push.

Luckily for you, Balor was right behind you and rubbed at your clit with the rough pad of his thumb. The look in his eyes was desperate and needy and you could tell that yours looked the exact same way, maybe even worse. With a few more rough thrusts and sweeps of his thumb, you both fell over the edge with a shout, him holding onto your legs for dear life.

Your combined pants fell heavy on the air and you could smell the familiar scent of sex wafting. The remaining tendrils around your torso and that held your wrists together faded into nothing, and you fell to the bed with a exhausted “oof”. Rolling onto your side, you could feel the bed shift and him fall in line right behind you, his abdomen rippling with his breath.

You felt the sudden movement of fingers hit your side and move down to your sensitive lips. Fingertips brushed past your clit and dipped into the dripping mess of your and his cum between your legs.

“N-No, Balor, please,” you whined, attempting to move away from his touch. “It’s too much for me.”

“You can and will cum one more time for me, (Y/n). Ya don’t wanna disappoint your King now, would ya?”

Heavens, no, you thought.

His other arm slid around your waist so he could drag you closer to his waiting mouth, kissing you softly. Your tongues danced with each other and you could still taste your juices on him as he plunged his fingers back into you, pushing more cum out of you with each pass. This time around, it was much slower. Less fast pace and more focused on targeting that pleasure you were seeking again.

Turning your head to look at him, you saw his eyes. Those black cesspools held so much in them, but one thing’s for sure: they held a care and love for you. He needed you to cum, and you couldn’t deny him any further with the pleasure building deeper in your body.

Pumping your hips with his fingers, he slipped a third in and that broke the damn for you a final time. You broke the lip connection and gaped, no sound coming from your mouth. Limbs tightening, you flooded his hand with your cum and fell back onto the sheets contently. You didn’t know when you fell asleep again but you did, curled up against Balor with his fingers still inside you.

Breakfast can wait, he thought, brushing your hair away from your sweaty face. Your eyes grew soft and your hands still found their place where his arm met your hip. She’s too cute to wake up now.

And so deliciously full of sin.

You were his double-edged Queen, and you were his.

Quite literally, you two were made for each other.

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