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wineauntie · 1 day

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Hii, can I just say I absolutely love all your writing and the fif universe is my favorite!!

Can i request: Quinn and Momma need some alone (spicy) time, cause it's been a while and they are both frustrated, but Evie keeps interrupting them. So they need to either find someone to babysit/spend the night with evie.

YOU’RE ALL MINE — quinn hughes x fem!reader (smut)

(family is family au)

a/n: tysm for the love, this is based on all of the above asks <3

warnings: MDNI, 18+ content.

Quinn's lips fervently moved against yours as your back hit the bedroom wall. His hands travelled around your hips, holding you tight against him as your fingers curled around the hair at his nape.

"Jack and Luke have Evie, right?" You asked breathlessly between kisses as Quinn dipped his head to your neck.

"All evening, sweet girl" Quinn hummed against your skin. *They're taking her to a re-run of Frozen and then dinner." He broke away from you, his heavy-lidded eyes tracing your flustered state.

"You're all mine, tonight."

Your chest rose and fell in anticipation as his hand moved down towards the hem of the sundress you'd chosen for the day of sun that had faced Vancouver.

You were ashamed to say that you and Quinn hadn't had a lot of alone time recently, between his family visiting, his away games and Evie's preschool class suffering a lice breakout causing a class shut down, the two of you haven't had a moment with just you and him.

But now, with Evie gone and Jack and Luke on babysitting duty, your pent up frustrations finally had the chance to be released.

And Quinn was desperate to get his head between your thighs.

A lewd want, but his most desirous one.

Languid kisses and fingering, a quick blowjob so as not to get caught and sneaky mutual masturbation just wasn’t cutting it anymore.

He had to practically beg Jack and Luke to get out of the apartment for the evening with Evie just so he could spend time with you.

They’d obviously had no issues, both of them loving the extra time they get to spend with their niece.

And now Quinn’s hunger for you was overwhelming.

Your heartbeat raced as his nimble fingers stroked up your thigh, whilst his lips crashed against yours once again. Quinn kissed you as if it was breathing in the last oxygen available. The fingers on your thigh rose higher, brushing against the dampening spot on your panties, eliciting a rumble from Quinn’s chest as you careened into his touch, your back arching against the wooden door.

When he finally broke away, his free hand cupped your cheek as he met your gaze.

“Need to taste you,” Quinn rasped, searching you for any hesitation.

“Please,” you panted, pushing your chest against his. “need anything, Q.”

A devilish smile grew across Quinn’s face as he hoisted you up by your thighs before travelling to the bed, where he placed you down at the edge.

“Need anything, hm?” He hummed, his fingers yanking your sundress over your head and into the background of your room. You gasped at the sudden removal, goosebumps raising across your body as Quinn unhooked your bra, tossing it behind him.

A deep groan fell from Quinn’s lips at the sight of your body on display for him.

“My god, sweet girl,” he murmured, leaning forward to envelop your perked nipple in his mouth as his hand reached up to roll your other. The warmth of his mouth shot straight down your spine causing you to whine at the sensation. He met your eyes from below as he moved. “You are gorgeous.”

Without saying anything else, he moved to give the same love to your other nipple, relishing the sweet noises he could draw out from your throat.

Quinn Hughes was a boob guy, there was no hiding it. He could spend hours nested between your pretty tits, rolling, sucking and fondling them until you had to beg him to stop.

But today, he wanted to taste you, all of you. So those hours had to be put aside as he moved down your sternum, his lips brushing against your skin as he finally lingered along the waistband of your panties.

In a single move, Quinn latched his teeth around the material and slowly dragged it down your legs, his eyes locked on yours with a ravenous daze. Your breath faltered as he finally rid you of the garment, tucking them into his back pocket.

You shuddered as cold air hit your core, the feeling of Quinn’s eyes examining your wetness causing your heart to palpitate.

“Oh, baby,” he drawled, his arms slithering under your thighs to pull them apart. “You’re a mess.”

You squirmed as Quinn’s nose brushed against your clit, his tongue darting out to run through your soaked slit. He sucked your sensitive nub into your mouth as a singular finger worked its way inside of you.

“Oh, god, Quinn,” you gasped in pleasure, clutching his hair as he held your thighs apart, feasting like a man starved.

"You look so pretty falling apart for me," Quinn mumbled against you as he crooked his finger inside of you, pressing against your soft walls as you let out a breathy moan. He circled his tongue around your clit, easing another finger into your wetness as you moaned and shook in desire.

You carded your fingers through his hair, pulling gently causing Quinn to groan against you, vibrating across your clit as he continued his tirade of sucking and swirling.

The feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of your drenched core, hitting every nerve cell, sent you into overdrive and wiped away any thought other than the pleasure he was giving you. Your hips jolted towards his fingers with a shameless moan as you tried to feel as much of him as he was letting you.

“Ride my fingers, sweet girl,” Quinn encouraged as you rocked down on his hand as your back arched in pleasure. The coil in your stomach that had begun to tighten as he licked, sucked and tightened his hold on your trembling thighs.

“Quinn, please!” You called out, eyes rolling towards the back of your head as the coil within you snapped causing the bliss of your orgasm to crash over you in waves of heat and satisfaction. Your thighs tensed around his head, holding him in place as you rode out the aftershocks of euphoria.

Quinn smiled as he lapped up whatever he could before you pulled him up towards you in a fiery kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue as your fingers fumbled to unbutton his pants, desperate for him to be inside you.

“Need…you,” you choked,

“Oh, yeah?” He smirked, his nose brushing yours as you struggled to pull down his pants. “Need me inside you, making you feel good?”

“Please,” tears pricked your eyes in a primal need as Quinn chuckled gently and kicked off his pants and boxers in one fell swoop.

His thickened cock slapped up against his stomach causing you to whine at the sight. His head tilted down towards you as he languidly stroked his hand up and down his shaft.

“Y’look so pretty like this,” Quinn murmured, leaning over you, brushing the head of his cock against your entrance as you let out an almost pitiful whimper at the feeling. "Ready?"

His voice was thick with desire as you leaned further back into the soft sheets, your lip between your teeth as you nodded eagerly. Seeing Quinn like this would never not turn you on. The sight of him above you, looking down as if you were his most prized possession sent your nerves into haywire.

Your heart ricocheted in your chest as you spread your legs, inviting him closer. With a soft smile, Quinn slowly entered you, filling you completely with a seamless thrust.

"Oh," you moaned, your head falling back against the sheets as your fingers intertwined with his at the side of your head. Quinn grunted as he thrust into you, spurred on by the addictive little sounds escaping your lips with every meaningful thrust.

You could feel him everywhere. His touch warm and welcoming, yet burning you with the purest fire of desire. He pounded into you as your body writhed, his soft groans in your ear building up the knot in your stomach once again.

The sound of skin-on-skin slapping against one another echoed through the room intertwined with your soft pants.

Quinn hit that soft, spongey part inside of you causing your back to jolt off of the bed as your hand squeezed his in encouragement.

His forehead bowed down to touch yours as he started shallowly snapping his hips into you, his shaft deep within, causing sweat to prickle on your skin. His mouth moved to your lips as he fucked into you, your tongues plunging into one another's mouths between grunts and groans.

You rolled your hips towards him as he met your needy attempts with fierceness as that tightening knot pulled taut in your core. You words were no longer coherent, each one of your stammering sentences laced with breathy moans fed by the feeling of indulgence.

"Quinn," you eventually managed to gasp out , feeling your second orgasm approaching, you felt yourself fluttering around his cock as he thrust harder than you thought to be possible.

"I know, pretty girl," he murmured, pressing kisses on the bruises on your neck that he'd previously gifted you. "I can feel you clenching around me."

You couldn't even find the words within you as your body shuddered, your orgasm washing over you in sudden flashes. You felt yourself clench harder around Quinn as he continued to thrust deeply into you.

“C’mon, sweet girl,” Quinn murmured against your lips, his finger lifting to circle your clit as you cried out in pure pleasure. “Come with me.”

You collapsed fully into the bed as the knot’s tension released, gushing over you and sending your mind into a blurry haze of desire. You could feel Quinn pump himself into you a few more times before the feeling of him filled you up as he let out a strangled gasp.

He stayed within you as he lowered himself to lay by your side, his arms grappling to hold you close as your bare chests met and your legs intertwined. He pressed soft kisses to your damp hairline as you curled into his touch.

The two of you lingered in that state in breathless silence as you took in the tranquility of just existing side by side with him.

this was also based on these asks below

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forasecondtherewedwon · 2 days

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this is from the prompt I think I saw about fanfic

Aubrey hall

Great! Thank you :)

1) SHIP: Penelope x Colin

20) LOCATION: Aubrey Hall

39) SCANDAL: secret pregnancy!

more Bridgerton-themed fic prompts

Bridgerton Mothers

Pairing: Penelope x Colin Rating: T Word Count: 1115

Summary: Colin has brought Penelope (now his fiancée!) to Aubrey Hall with a secret. Violet believes she knows what it is.

“If you should ever want to tell me something, Penelope,” Violet encouraged, “I hope you will feel that you can.”

They were taking their tea quietly, in the drawing room. The sun spilled beautifully through the windows and there was a freshness to the estate, every room having been aired out in advance of their family’s arrival. Though Violet felt quite content on this morning, in this drawing room, at Aubrey Hall, she was aware that the young lady across from her was not equally at ease. She believed she knew the reason, but as Penelope was not yet one of her daughters, Violet refrained from prying. She would simply make the girl comfortable. If Penelope then chose to divulge her secret, that would be her own decision.

“I…” Penelope’s gaze plunged to the cup she held delicately in her hands. “I find the tea delicious.”

Violet smiled warmly at her.

“I am so glad. I want you to feel entirely at home here. I always have.” She laughed softly, casting her mind back to summers gone by. “I remember you as a girl here, rambling through the woods with Eloise.”

“I wanted to play princesses,” Penelope recalled, smiling too. “Eloise said we ought to be knights instead. She was so put out when Anthony would not lend her a sword.”

“That’s right! You were such a good friend to go along with her rather strenuous games.” They shared a look of amusement. “My son sometimes intervened, did he not?”

Violet pretended to be unclear, though of course, she remembered perfectly. She raised her cup to her lips and sipped as she waited for Penelope to colour in the scene of childhood fancy.

“Colin did not have much difficulty in detecting my lack of enthusiasm,” Penelope said, gaze far off. “I believe it might have been the only case of a princess rescued from a knight instead of by one.”

“Gallant little Colin! How lovely,” Violet said slyly, “that you return to Aubrey Hall this summer as an engaged couple, and that, one day, you will bring your own children here.”

Penelope made a sputtering sound as she choked on her tea, clearing her throat with a soft cough. Her cheeks were quite pink, Violet observed. No doubt the result of momentarily losing her breath. Nothing more.

Visibly attempting to compose herself, Penelope shakily agreed, “One day.”

Violet gave her another approving smile. Her suspicion was all but confirmed.

—

“The wedding,” Violet remarked casually. “It is soon.”

“It is,” Colin agreed.

And yet, as they ambled about the grounds, he appeared entirely unperturbed. Having a fiancée suited him, Violet thought. But no, it was not that. Having Penelope as his fiancée—that was what had made her son so happy. They were astonishingly well-matched, she felt, and that was saying something; he was her third child to be so lucky in love. However, where Daphne had kept her true feelings (and scheming) terribly close, and Anthony had attempted to convince both her and himself that love was an emotion he was not prepared to experience at all, Colin was as clear as glass, with none of its coldness. And his love for Penelope was just as clear. Violet had found it to be, anyway, and had been immensely relieved when he had acted upon his feelings, asking the girl to marry him. Of the three happy matches her children had made, this was the one in which she had had the most confidence. It was as she had always told her sons and daughters: true love began with friendship as its foundation. The friendship between Penelope and Colin was very strong indeed.

“I know you do not desire a longer engagement,” Violet said, giving her son’s arm a light, affectionate squeeze. “Would you, perhaps, have wished for a shorter one?”

“Like Daphne and the Duke had?” She watched Colin’s thoughtful expression. “No, that would not have been right for Penelope and I. The only time there has been any haste between us was when I asked her to be my wife, and that was entirely my fault, waiting so long to give voice to my feelings that she believed herself uncared for and nearly entered into an engagement with another.

“Marrying now is what we both wish for, and what Penelope deserves. I have been proud to flaunt her on my arm.” Colin smiled to himself. “I suppose I longed to prove myself to her, and a public courtship that allowed her to be seen—not as an object of pity, but as a woman in love—well. It has been my great pleasure to give her that.”

Violet’s eyes welled with pride as she praised her son: “Well said.”

As though he had, though, said more than he had intended, Colin looked suddenly, lovably awkward. Violet patted his arm in reassurance.

“Do not fear my opinion, dearest. I will only ever champion you. A love match is all I could have hoped for any of you. It is apparent to anyone with eyes that you and Penelope have found that in each other.”

Colin smiled.

“We have.”

“And the wedding will come just soon enough,” she hinted.

He turned to look at her, observably puzzled.

“For what?” he asked.

“For what!” Violet laughed.

When her son continued to appear perplexed, her laughter died. She stopped walking, halting them both.

“Colin,” she said. “You know to what I am referring. Do not be alarmed. Penelope said nothing.”

“I do not know what she could have said, because I am at a loss!”

“The reason,” Violet prompted. “The reason a young couple might want a short engagement… Colin! I have eight children.”

He stared at her as though he did not comprehend how her vague allusion related to her statement of fact. All at once, she saw that he did understand; she watched the knowledge alter something behind his eyes, watched the parts of him communicate with one another, contemplating and questioning and, finally, verifying this information.

“Penelope is with child?”

“You are asking me?” Violet questioned back, bewildered. “Please do not say your brothers have taught you so little of the world that you are uncertain whether you and Penelope have—”

She was grateful when Colin raised a hand to bid her stop speaking. She saw that her panicked words had mortified them both.

“I know how a woman comes to be with child.”

“Good,” Violet said shortly.

“Penelope… I must speak with her!”

“Yes, I rather think you should.”

Colin made to dart off, then turned.

“Do you think she knows?”

Violet laughed.

“Oh yes, dearest. No one knows better than a mother.”

#my writing #Bridgerton #Polin #Penelope Featherington #Colin Bridgerton #Penelope x Colin #Violet Bridgerton #Bridgerton fic #Polin fic

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zaceouiswriting · 2 days

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The anonymous hookup

Character: Theo Raeken x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Teen Wolf

Warnings: Smut (breath play)

A warm, eventful night wrapped in the arms of a stranger was one of the best possibilities I could imagine at that moment. To feel his warm, muscular body against my back and his full, soft lips exploring my nape.

A rough hand gropes my ass, quickly followed by stubble scratching the soft skin of my neck.

I have no idea what's happening, except when I come to my senses, the guy I just met is on top of me. His shirt is hastily discarded on the side of my bed, his tight jeans are barely open, and the biggest cock I've ever seen is sticking out of his tight Calvin Klein. The guy grins at me as if he saw the fear glimmering in my eyes.

Before I can complain, his lips capture mine in a heated kiss, fighting for dominance with our tongues - which I completely lost.

My right leg is on his shoulder while the other is almost at a 90-degree angle from him and is held there by his left hand. Meanwhile, with his right hand - on whose shoulder my leg rests - he gently strokes my bare leg, his fingertips ghosted now and even over my private area.

Out of nowhere, after slapping his big cock against my hole a few times and gently pressing it against the outer rim, a kind of realization appears in his eyes. Without a word, he rolls me up slightly so that I'm resting on my shoulders and neck. Seconds later, I feel a warm, wet tongue lapping over my hole, licking it gently, only to finally enter me.

It draws a moan of pleasure from my lips like a hymn of desire, made only worse by a finger accompanying that masterfully skilled tongue. If I had the strength to ask how long he had to train to get as good as he is. He is deep in my ass and never breaks eye contact with me, as if he wants me to see.

That was until he hit that one special spot. He probably has seen me roll my eyes because just a moment later, like a sadist, he slides a second finger in and starts penetrating that exact spot. It takes almost no time before I come from this - tears pooling in my eyes and a strangled scream escaping my lips - with such an enormous force that I cover my entire face with my cum.

Without giving me time to recover, he suddenly drops my ass, placing me in the same position as before, only this time he has my lifted leg - which is resting on his shoulders - in a similar angle to my other one and has slid himself into me without much fuss. As the tip enters me, all I feel is a warm fullness.

The pain only starts as it approaches the base. It is just too thick. Crying beneath him, I try to scream, but it is as if he has knocked the air out of my lungs.

He pauses, gently caresses my cheek, and looks into my eyes with a warm, compassionate gaze. It feels almost lovingly to me. Just as carefully, he slowly pushes my leg closer to my body until it touches my upper body, his face just inches from mine. I don't even notice that he has entered me all the way. It isn't until my gaze slides down our bodies for a second that I see it. I silently wonder how he did it because he grins at me like this is just another Monday to him.

With his free right hand, he wipes away my tears while at the same time, he begins to thrust in and out of me slowly.

We stay like that for a while as he slowly fucks me. The uncomfortable position gets a little better when he suddenly pulls a pillow from the side under my ass, which elicits a moan of relief from me. Even though it wasn't necessary, I'm still grateful to him for it. However, I have not done anything to show him this because he is in absolute control in this situation.

Just as I start to enjoy his brutal fucking, where he pulls almost all of his cock out of me only to slam it back in, I feel him getting faster, his thrusts a little sloppier, his breathing more erratic. He's close to orgasm.

Finally, after all this time, I hear his voice, as he grunts and groans. His hand around my throat tightens again, cutting off my air, while he presses his other hand to my stomach. His thrusts become harder. All I see are stars as he brutally attacks my prostate while occasionally cutting off my air, making the whole experience way too exciting. I feel myself coming, quickly followed by the stranger filling my insides with so much of his fluid that I swear I could feel him coming for a whole minute. His grip on my throat had loosened, but I'd grown tired.

Completely exhausted, I feel myself drifting off to sleep. I can see his lips moving, he must be saying something, but my heart is pounding so hard that I can't hear anything before I pass out.

Now and then my mind will start working again, only to be overwhelmed within a few seconds as he uses my body to his heart's content. This happened about three times. But when I wake up the fourth time, my body screams in pain, he is no longer there, my body is clean and an extra blanket is wrapped around me. Looking for him, I find him as he pulls his jacket back over his broad shoulders.

It's the middle of the night. Yet the stranger is about to leave my home after satisfying us both. I want to ask him to stay, but he already has the door handle in his hand. Immediately after opening it, he puts his plain black cap back on his head and pulls the curved front deep into his face, as if hiding his face.

As he steps out, I feel a pang in my chest. But why? Just then, as if he can hear my heart breaking, he turns around, surprise in his hazel eyes. But before I know it, he's grinning at me cockily again. In the night, illuminated only by the silver full moon, he winks at me as he closes the door behind him, like some ethereal creature, making it seem like a dream.

It makes me wonder if that really just happened or if it was all just a dream. Either way, I'd be happy about it.

I close my eyes once again, somehow hoping that it wasn't a dream and that I'll find the guy again someday, maybe without passing out during sex, so I can enjoy his rough hands one more time, finish exploring his flawless muscles, and maybe even worship his body and cock like they deserve.

Although I feel completely exhausted, I fall asleep with a big smile. The stress that was plaguing me seems to have disappeared. I hope that I can finally sleep through the night. And if I manage to do that, then I have the stranger to thank for it: The sex god.

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actuallysaiyan · 15 hours

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Can you be good for me? - Suguru

age gap please

Your writing is so chefs kiss ☺️😮‍💨🔥

Growing up, you always thought you were seeing things. Little things out of the corner of your eye. Nobody could explain it to you. Nobody understood what you saw. They deemed you crazy. Your parents took you to so many doctors and yet none of them could figure it out.

When you found Suguru, things became clearer. He explained it to you and he showed you how curse users were much more superior to those who couldn't manipulate and see curses. He taught you so much and he showed you the ways. You were welcomed into his family happily.

Though things turned out differently than you expected. Suguru, or Geto-sama as you liked to call him, was quite a few years older than you. You were just shy of twenty and he was nearing his thirties. You wanted to push those thoughts away and try to remain as student and Sensei, but you were having a hard time. At night, you began to fantasize about him and soon it developed into something deeper. You idolized him. He saved you, after all.

The time came for him to find out. And he tries his best to keep it a secret. Though he enjoys teasing you and making you blush and stutter. The thought of having to show you something new really excites him. There's no way you've ever been in a relationship before and if you have, you've never been in a serious intimate one.

Suguru invites you to his room one night. Before you know it, you're spread out on his bed and he's kissing you fervently. He loves the way you're so innocent with everything.

"Is this your first time?" He purrs in your ear.

You nod. "Yes, Geto-sama."

He tuts. "Call me Suguru. It's what you'll be moaning and crying out shortly."

Your body is on fire now, your eyes dark with lust as you look up at him. He undresses you, kissing and nipping all over your body. You can't stop squirming, especially when he spreads your thighs and presses a kiss to your clit. He looks up at you, his eyes just as dark with desire.

"Can you be good for me, pretty girl?" He asks, his tongue drawing little patterns on your inner thigh.

"Yes, Suguru."

He smirks devilishly. "Good cause I intend to eat you up."

#bacon.writes #suguru x reader #geto x reader #suguru geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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everyones-fangirl · 3 days

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Delectable Little Pet

Warnings: 18+ This will be about after ascension Astarion so expect some extreme dark romance and future triggers. Stalking. Being super forward/not taking no for an answer. CNC. Edging. Forced Orgasms.

Word Count: 3,387

Chapter 7

Astarion

I had been gone much longer than I had anticipated. My adventure had hit every possible bump in the road, testing my patience and resolve at every turn. The battle had been fierce, each moment a struggle for survival. There were times when I doubted whether I would make it out alive. But in the end, I emerged victorious, ascending to a new level of power that I had long desired. The ritual had been brutal, demanding sacrifices that I had been all too willing to make. It rid me of anyone who might have posed a threat, clearing the path for my ascent to power. Yet, despite my newfound status, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within me. The group I had traveled with had cut me off, their loyalty waning as they realized the extent of my ambitions. But I cared little for their opinions. I had bigger plans in mind. As I returned to the city, my thoughts turned to her once again. Cassara, my sweet pet, had been on my mind for days. I watched her from afar, careful not to draw attention to myself. But why did she hold such power over me? I wrestled with the conflicting emotions that churned within me. Was it simply a desire to maintain control, to ensure that no one held power over me? Or was there something more?

I scoffed at the thought, dismissing any notion of sentimentality. I had latched onto her because I wanted to be the one to break her, to bend her to my will. Yet, deep down, a part of me couldn't deny the growing fondness that I felt. It was a dangerous sentiment, one that threatened to unravel the carefully constructed walls around my heart. But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. Cassara was still my prey, and I would stop at nothing to claim her as my own. Watching her from the shadows, I observed the way she moved through her day, a haunted look often clouding her pretty eyes. It was clear she hadn’t forgotten our last encounter, the memory of it etched into her every movement. The festival had been a curious distraction for her, a fleeting moment of joy that I had allowed her to have. But now, it was time to remind her who she belonged to. When I saw her dancing with that insufferable wood elf, Daeron, I felt a flicker of something I hadn't experienced in a long time: jealousy. Watching them together, his hands on her, her laughter ringing out—it was enough to ignite a dark fire within me. Daeron was nothing more than a temporary distraction, a mere plaything compared to what I could offer her. But seeing them together, so close, so intimate, it was infuriating.

My ascension had changed me, made me more powerful, more dangerous. I felt the city’s pulse under my skin, its heartbeat synchronized with mine. And yet, amidst all this newfound power, I found myself drawn back to Cassara, like a moth to a flame. There was something intoxicating about her defiance, her resistance. It made the thought of breaking her all the more thrilling. The night I returned, I decided to send her a little gift, a token of my affection. I watched her from a distance as she approached her room, her steps hesitant, her senses on high alert. When she found the box on her bed, her reaction was everything I had hoped for. The terror in her eyes, the way she recoiled in horror, it was delicious. She opened the note with trembling hands, and I could almost feel the chill that ran down her spine as she read my message.

“Did you miss me, darling? Consider this a reminder of our unfinished business. Don’t think for a moment you can escape me. Your body, your soul, they will be mine.”

Her fear was palpable, and it thrilled me to the core. She was mine, whether she wanted to be or not. With my newfound powers, I could ensure that she would never escape me. Cassara was a challenge, a beautiful, defiant challenge, and I was determined to break her completely. I could almost taste the victory, feel the moment when she would finally surrender to me, body and soul. After that night, her guard was back up, and she sensed me lurking closer once more. It amused me to see her on edge, her every step shadowed by the knowledge that I was watching. She was like a skittish doe, aware of the predator in the dark but unable to flee far enough to feel safe.

While I observed her from the shadows, I was also building a new empire—one that would make Cazador’s ambitions look like child’s play. I only recruited the best, those with exceptional skills and an unwavering loyalty enforced by my will. They worked for me, unable to refuse even if they wanted to, their lives bound to my command. Using this power, I began to weave myself into the city's politics, manipulating events to my advantage. I gained influence and sway, ensuring my place in the higher echelons of society. My past companions, still reeling from our last encounter, had inadvertently cleared the path for me. An upcoming political position was opening up, thanks to some strategic eliminations, and I intended to claim it.

Cassara’s life was about to become even more entwined with mine. She would see me not just as a shadow in the night but as a force in the city, inescapable and omnipotent. Each move I made in the political arena was calculated to bring her closer to me, to tighten the web around her. I relished the thought of her watching my rise to power, knowing that every step I took was a step closer to reclaiming her. Her fear, her defiance, only made the game more exhilarating. I was building a legacy, a dominion where I ruled supreme, and she would be the crown jewel of my conquest.

Every encounter, every strategic maneuver, was a part of the intricate dance leading to her ultimate surrender. Cassara would be mine, not just in the shadows but under the glaring lights of my new world. The city would tremble at my name, and she would be by my side, a testament to my power and my dominance. The anticipation was intoxicating, the thrill of the hunt more potent than ever. The game was far from over, and I was just getting started.

I made the plan to show myself to her once more, not exactly sure what I was even going to do. She didn’t listen to me when I threatened her last; in fact, she went as far as to fuck someone else entirely. The audacity. It was a blatant challenge to my dominance, a slap in the face that stoked the fires of my rage and desire. I needed to do something that she’d be able to do nothing but remember. Something so profound and unforgettable that it would haunt her dreams and waking thoughts. Clearly, I needed to up my game, and that was the only thing on my mind while I floated from meeting to meeting, unable to focus on anything else. All the things I could do to her ran through my head, each thought more depraved and consuming than the last. Desire pooled deep within me, my cock twitching in its confines, reminding me of the need that only she could fulfill.

Images of her surrender flashed before my eyes—her body writhing under mine, her moans of pleasure mingled with cries of defiance. I envisioned her breaking piece by piece until she was nothing but a trembling, obedient mess. The thought alone was enough to drive me to the brink. I needed to get out of here, to feel the night air on my skin and the thrill of the hunt coursing through my veins. Every moment spent in these tedious meetings was another moment of frustration, another delay in claiming what was rightfully mine. The city's politics, the games of power and influence, all seemed trivial compared to the intoxicating game I played with Cassara.

My mind was consumed with thoughts of her—her defiance, her resistance, and ultimately, her inevitable submission. I would make sure she understood who held the power, who controlled her every breath and heartbeat. She would remember me, not just as a shadow in the dark, but as an indelible mark on her very soul. Tonight, I would find her. And this time, there would be no escape, no defiance left in her. She would be mine, completely and utterly, and the memory of what I would do to her would be etched into her very being. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but the reward would be worth every second of restraint.

I waited once more for her to be asleep, knowing she’d cause too much of a scene if I were to simply approach. And we couldn’t have that. My feet were silent as I approached her sleeping form, the sight of her in the moonlight just as breathtaking as before. The soft glow of the moon cast an ethereal light on her features, highlighting the delicate curve of her lips and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable, and yet I knew the fire that burned within her. A predatory smile spread across my face as I cocked a brow, my eyes raking down her body. The thin blanket did little to conceal her form, and my mind raced with the possibilities of what was to come. With a mere thought, chains appeared around her wrists and ankles, glistening in the moonlight. These chains were not physical, but conjured from my newfound magic, bound to my will and ready to do my bidding.

The chains snaked around her limbs, tightening just enough to hold her in place without waking her. I took a moment to admire my handiwork, the way the moonlight glinted off the metal, casting intricate shadows across her skin. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a tantalizing mix of power and desire thrumming through my veins.

I moved closer, my breath ghosting over her ear as I whispered, "Wake up, my sweet." The sound was soft, almost tender, but laced with the promise of what was to come.

Her eyelids fluttered open, confusion giving way to fear as she took in her surroundings. She tried to move, to fight against the chains, but they held firm. "What the—" she began, but her voice caught in her throat as she met my gaze.

"Did you really think you could escape me?" I asked, my voice a low, seductive murmur. "You should know better by now, Cassara."

She struggled against the chains, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and terror. "Let me go, you bastard!" she spat, her voice trembling.

I chuckled, the sound dark and rich. "Oh, Cassara, you’re in no position to make demands." I let my fingers trail down her arm, watching the way her skin shivered under my touch. "These chains are a reminder of who holds the power here. You belong to me, and it's time you accepted that."

She tugged at the chains again, a futile effort that only served to amuse me. Her defiance was intoxicating, a tantalizing challenge that I was more than eager to meet. "I won't give in to you," she hissed, her voice full of determination.

"Is that so?" I asked, my tone mocking. "We'll see about that."

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "Tonight, you will learn what it means to be mine. You will beg for mercy, and I will relish every moment of your submission."

I watched as the fear in her eyes deepened, mingling with a spark of defiance. The game was on, and I was more than ready to play. With a flick of my wrist, the chains tightened, pulling her arms above her head and spreading her legs apart. She gasped, the sound a mix of surprise and fear.

"Now, let's see just how strong your resolve really is," I said, my voice a dark promise. The night was still young, and there was much to be done. I would break her, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but her surrender. And when that moment came, it would be all the sweeter for the struggle that preceded it.

With a flick of my hand, her clothes disappeared from her body, leaving her fully exposed to me. My smile widened as I finally had the chance to explore her without hindrance, to take in every inch of her without her trying to hide. Her body had grown tan over the summer weeks, freckles expanding across her chest and shoulders. Her breasts were a perfect curve added to her body, light pink nipples stiffening in the cool air. Her thighs and ass were what caught my attention the most—thick and supple, practically begging to be touched. My mouth watered at the sight, and I found myself torn between sinking my teeth into her flesh or making her wrap her thighs around my head to suffocate me. Her body was the textbook definition of a thick hourglass figure.

"You disobeyed me, pup," I said, my voice a low, threatening growl as my hands ghosted over her nipples, eliciting a shiver from her. "You know what I am now, don't you? What I'm capable of? If you want me to stop, just say so, but we both know you missed me." Her silence was all the answer I needed. I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her ear. "Then you go and fuck that guy right in front of me? Did you just want my attention, pet?"

I shook my head in feigned disappointment, my fingers trailing down her body with a deliberate slowness that made her shiver. "So, my dear, if it’s orgasms you want, it is what you shall have." My evil smile widened as I began to slowly tease her body with my hands. I planned to make her come so many times tonight that she’d be utterly exhausted, her mind and body unable to think of anything but me.

My hands roamed her curves, fingers tracing the outline of her waist before moving to cup her breasts, thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples. She gasped, a mix of fear and desire painting her features. I leaned in, my lips capturing one of her nipples, sucking and biting gently, savoring her taste. Her body responded to my touch, arching towards me, silently begging for more. I moved lower, my tongue leaving a wet trail down her stomach, circling her navel before reaching the apex of her thighs. Her scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of arousal and fear. I spread her legs wider, my eyes drinking in the sight of her wetness glistening in the moonlight.

"You've been thinking about me, haven't you?" I murmured, my breath hot against her most sensitive spot. "Touching yourself and pretending it was me?" Her silence was broken by a soft whimper, her hips lifting towards me in a silent plea. I chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against her skin. "Tonight, I’m going to give you what you’ve been craving."

I teased her folds with my fingers, barely brushing against her clit before pulling away. Her frustration was palpable, her body trembling with need. I repeated the action, each time drawing out her anticipation until she was practically writhing beneath me.

"Please," she finally whispered, her voice broken and needy.

"Good girl," I said, rewarding her with a slow, deliberate stroke of my fingers. Her back arched, a moan escaping her lips as I finally gave her what she wanted. I continued to tease and torment her, bringing her to the edge again and again before pulling back, never letting her fall over the precipice. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her body slick with sweat. I could feel her desperation, her need for release. And when I finally allowed her to come, it was with a force that left her screaming my name, her body convulsing in pleasure. But I wasn’t done yet. I pulled my fingers away, admiring the sight of her trembling form. Her body was laid out before me like a feast, every curve and line a testament to her beauty and strength.

"You’ll remember tonight," I promised, my voice a dark whisper, dripping with the promise of domination. "You’ll remember that you belong to me, body and soul."

I brought my face to her core, inhaling deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent of her arousal. My mouth watered at the sight, the smell, and I could not wait to taste her. Yet, I knew I needed to teach her a lesson. I needed to control myself for now, to make her understand the depth of my power over her. With a deliberate slowness, I allowed my tongue to trace a path around Cassara’s clit, teasing her with feather-light touches. Each flick of my tongue sent shivers through her body, her hips bucking involuntarily in response. Mentally, I strengthened the hold of the chains, spreading her out even more for me, ensuring she was completely exposed and vulnerable.

Her whimpers and gasps filled the room, the sounds of her desperation fueling my desire. I continued my torment, alternating between gentle licks and firm, deliberate strokes, never giving her enough to reach the peak she so desperately craved. Her body was a symphony of need, each twitch and moan a note in the song of her surrender.

"You want to come, don’t you?" I murmured against her slick folds, my breath hot against her sensitive skin. "You need it so badly, but you have to earn it, pet."

Cassara’s response was a choked sob, her eyes squeezed shut as she struggled against the chains, her body straining towards me. I could see the frustration and desire warring within her, the battle between her pride and her need.

"Say it," I commanded, my voice firm. "Beg for it."

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a mixture of defiance and submission. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please, Astarion. I need it."

"Good girl," I praised, finally giving her what she wanted. I latched onto her clit, sucking hard, my fingers joining the fray as they plunged into her slick heat. Her reaction was immediate and intense, her body arching off the bed as she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

But I wasn’t satisfied with just one. I continued my assault, driving her higher and higher, her cries of pleasure echoing in the room. I was relentless, pushing her to the brink again and again, each orgasm leaving her more breathless and desperate than the last. When I finally pulled back, my mouth and fingers glistening with her essence, Cassara was a trembling, gasping mess. Her eyes were glazed with exhaustion and satisfaction, her body spent from the relentless pleasure I had inflicted upon her.

I stood, looking down at her with a satisfied smile.

"Such a good girl," I murmured, my voice dripping with satisfaction. "You took it so well, didn't you?" Cassara could only nod weakly in response, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her eyes held a raw vulnerability that sent a thrill coursing through me. I reached out, trailing my fingers lightly along the curve of her cheek, savoring the feel of her soft skin beneath my touch.

With that, I left her there, bound and trembling, her body still thrumming with the echoes of pleasure I had bestowed upon her. I knew the magic that bound her would fade the further I got from her, but for now, I wanted her to sit and stew in the aftermath of our encounter. As I made my way out of her chambers, the memory of her desperate pleas and the taste of her arousal still fresh on my lips, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had shown her just a glimpse of the power I held over her, just a taste of the pleasure I could provide. And as she lay there, alone and spent, I knew she would replay every moment in her mind, reliving the sensations and the submission she had experienced at my hands. It was a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget, a reminder of the depths of her desire and the extent of my control.

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