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shawtybabe · 2 years

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Pinball Wizard: New People (Vance Hopper x Fem! reader Chap. 2)

The next few days were just as good as I hoped, I originally wasn't planning on getting all the attention, but I can't help but smile as people stare at me from the sidewalk. I'll just be walking around or going to the mall and people around my age or younger have their eyes obnoxiously bulging out of their head at me. Some smile at me or to their friends and some look at me then to the ground anxiously, either way, I didn't expect a little fight like that could have that much effect on people.

It makes me wonder how school is going to be. Mom said I'll have a week to myself before I start attending, we moved here around four months into the second semester, so I'll have to catch up on what we are learning quickly. I probably won't though, I only really pay attention to what I want to pay attention to, my best subjects are English and science, I'm just thankful they're subjects I like and actually willing to learn. I'll pay attention to other things like geography and in some cooking classes I take, but it's only things we need to know for our exam.

Disregarding the thoughts of school from my mind, I pulled a pair of shoes from my closet. Mom's taking my on a shopping spree because I had said such a big closet looked kind of empty. I wasn't complaining, my mom always made it her mission to give me as much as she can before she realizes it's too late.

I snatched my purse and threw it into my little handbag as I rushed out of my room, mom was just touching up her makeup when I walked downstairs and passed the kitchen. We hopped in the car and began driving.

"So, did you make any new friends?" She started, looking over at me briefly. I shrugged. "I dunno know, I got into a fight with a few of these kids for picking on this kid and apparently it was a big deal, so now wherever I go, people always stare at me, some smile while other look away anxiously." I explained, looking at the groups of people go by.

My mom smirked. "What were they doing to the kid?" She asked. "They were shoving and grabbing at this little five-year-old and they were like twelve, the kid's mom wasn't around so I stepped in. I ended up scratching up my knuckles on one kids' teeth though." I showed her my knuckles and she pulled a face of pain just looking at it. "Ouch, are you okay?" She asked, I nodded. "Yeah, it doesn't hurt as bad as it looks." She nodded and ran her fingers over my scalp before we just drove in comfortable silence.

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We pulled into a parking spot at the front of the mall, stepping out and finding the shopping cart pile. I wandered through the doors as my mother trailed behind me, we walked through the stores I liked, picking out and trying on clothes. Not going to lie, for a shitty, ghost town in the middle of nowhere, they have some decent clothes.

We walked past some more stores until I saw a good-looking shoe place, it had a whole bunch of ranges from pumps to one million colors and types of converse. If I'm being honest, I don't want to stand out too much by being all flashy and fancy, so I'm trying to stick to more of the local's fashion sense.

I decided to take a look around in there when four girls around my age came and tapped on my shoulder. I spun my head around, looking at them slightly confused. "Can I help you?" I asked, my eyebrow raised as I looked between them all.

"Hey, we were just wondering, are you the chic who beat up the three rat boys at the grab and go the other day?" Some girls with curly brown hair asked. "Yeah, why?" I turned my full body to face them, not sure where this was going. "See, I told you." One mumbled to a girl beside her, nudging her elbow into the other one's ribs.

"Oh, we just wanted to say how cool that was of you. Those boys have been picking on pretty much whoever they can at our school, and overall, just being a pure menace to everyone. I'm pretty sure the whole school has heard about it and wants to thank you." I didn't know what to say, the whole school? That's a lot of people.

"Woah, the whole school? Jeez, I didn't know that many people had it out for em, sorry I beat them to it." I laughed. "Mhm, hey when are you coming to school anyway, assuming you're not homeschooled or anything?" I slotted my hands into my back pockets. "Um, the start of next week, I just had to register, and they have to get my file and add me into a whole bunch of classes which takes a while. Plus, I need to get my school stuff together." I explained.

The girls just nodded. "That makes sense, just so you know, you're defiantly going to be bombarded with questions from everyone. Do you have any friends here yet?" One of the girls at the back asked. I shook my head. "No, but hopefully I'll meet at least some decent people considering everyone supposedly wants to talk to me." I scoffed to myself, slightly hopeful that I make at least one friend in my stay here.

"Well, if you want to, you can hang out with us if you don't find anyone. I doubt it though, you're the talk of the school." I smiled. "Yeah absolutely, you guys seem great." I nodded to myself, not really sure what to say after that. The group just smiled. "Well, we'll let you continue whatever we were doing. Should I spread the word that you're coming next week?" I thought for a moment, it wouldn't be a horrible idea, that way everyone's not surprised and hopefully not stare at me as much.

"Yeah sure, I don't mind. See you guys later." I grinned at them as they left, giving a small wave as I watched them leave the store.

I let out the breath I was holding once they were out of sight, bringing my hands out from my pockets and trying hard not to think about how everyone in the school knows who I am.

I looked over to my mom who was pretending to look at shoes close by, but I already know she was eaves dropping. I rolled my eyes and waved her over, she had a teasing smile on her face and had to bite her lip to keep herself from saying anything.

After that small ordeal, we continued shopping for a few more hours before I decided I didn't want to be in huge crowds of people anymore, so we went home. Mom was going to make lunch for the both of us but realized she was missing a few ingredients.

Another thing about traveling everywhere, is that if I want a more foreign or exotic dish, she can most likely make it. We make it a habit to learn about other countries cultures which is usually really fun, just not when you have to eat a bunch of funky looking bugs like we had to do with the aboriginals in Australia.

"Don't worry about it, I'll just run down to the convenience store really quick." I offered, pulling my shoes back on. My mother caressed my cheek lovingly, kissing my forehead before nodding. She gave me a twenty dollar note and a bag, so I didn't have to pay for one at the store.

The walk to the grab and go was peaceful as always, I have already been there once and we drive passed it all the time, which means I can space out and think about whatever I want without fully thinking about where I'm going, I always find it nice.

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I swung the door to the little store open, the bell ringing as I did so. The store had a few people my age throughout it, I could tell some of them knew or at least head of me by the way they would steal glances, a few people in particular kept looking at me when I was walking around, I just game a small smile and wave to which they returned.

I sighed and grabbed the items I needed and headed to the cash register, pulling out my money to pay. The lady gave me my change back which was just a heap of coins, I don't usually use coins so I figured I could use them on pretty much the only thing I could, the pinball machine.

I'm not the greatest at pinball but I'm not that competitive about it so I don't really mind. I slotted the coins in the thin hole and pressed the button to begin playing. The little lights flashed and the clinking noise it made scratched my brain nicely in an odd sense, my score was around eight before I died. I gave myself a mental pat on the back, I figured I did pretty good.

I was about to slot another coin in when I heard a loud, rough voice from behind me. "Oi, get the fuck away from my game!" I spun around to see a blond mass of curly, frizzy hair bounce its way over to me.

I quickly stepped out of the way, a confused look on my face. "Jeez, sorry, I didn't know you owned the game." I said, crossing my arms with my groceries still in hand. The boy snapped his head in my direction, fists clenched. "The fuck did you say to me little girl?" He spat through clenched teeth. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the almost vein popping out of his head, he must be pissed.

"Oh my god, you are genuinely mad about someone playing a communal pinball machine." I let out a laugh and he was about to say something, but I beat him to it. "Sorry." I said, calming down from my small high.

I held out a hand for him to shake. "I'm Y/n." He looked at my hand before rolling his eyes and looking to the flashing lights of the game. "Vance." He mumbled, quiet enough that I almost didn't hear it. I nodded, taking a few steps closer to see him play.

My eyes went wide, and I almost dropped my bag of groceries, he was already passed my score and up to two hundred, going on three hundred. "Holy shit, how have you gotten that many points already?" I flickered my eyes at him before snapping them back to the intense game in front of me. He shrugged, seeming fully uninterested in the conversation I was trying to make.

"Damn, do you do this shit as a sport of something?" I remarked. "Might as well." He muttered, I let out a small laugh. "What's your high score?" I asked as I rocked back and forth on my toes slightly. "Ten thousand." He said plainly, my jaw dropped, I have no idea how he didn't sound the least bit excited.

"Holy shit, that's amazing. I can't even get up to one hundred." I laughed weakly to which I saw a small smirk as he scoffed. "You're total dog shit at this." I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Hey, you're not wrong but don't rub it in." He shook his head, his bright blue eyes still locked onto the ball in front of him, his eyes trailing it like a hawk.

I gave one last chuckle before I decided I should head back home. "Alright, well, let me know if you beat your high score. Also here," I dug the left-over change from my pocket, placing it in a small pile on the edge of the machine. "I just wanted to get rid of them. Anyway, see ya round." He didn't say anything more, just continued on playing.

I don't know what I was expecting, but from the mildly confusing interaction there I was at the very least expecting a grunt or something as a thank you. Oh well, I guess not everyone can be raised right.

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I plopped the groceries onto the kitchen counter before stumbling over to the couch, almost completely passing out. The heat was almost too hot to handle, the only thing that kept me from passing out while walking, was the crisp breeze that brushed my skin.

I closed my eyes for a while, my body becoming heavy. Soon enough I was asleep, the darkness too comfortable and alluring to wake up, it felt like I was being consumed and constructed by the inky void behind my eyelids. Small urges flashed through my mind. "You need to wake up, lunch will be ready soon." I heaved a breath and chose to ignore them.

That was until I heard the voices of people, there were heaps of them and they were so loud. I opened my eyes to find myself at my new school, everyone was talking and laughing loudly, their eyes trailing my every movement. I tried to look at anything but them, it made my skin crawl to make unwanted eye contact, there was nothing good about locking eyes with a complete stranger.

I walked through the halls until I spotted the group of girls, they welcomed me with open arms, we walked and chatted as we headed to class. That was until I heard the familiar sounds of the pinball machine, I turned around and I was back at the grab and go, Vance in the corner, doing his thing.

I looked around me, a little kid was being tossed to the floor, there was something familiar about her, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It was only when someone said her name that it finally clicked. It was me, I'm that little girl being tossed to the floor, past bullies yelled and screamed slurs and insults at me, some kicked or punched me and other laughed.

Tears welled in my eyes as I watched the scene unfold, I tried to push them away from my past self, but my hands went straight through them, I couldn't do anything, I screamed begged them to stop but they couldn't hear me.

I turned around, hoping to find help in someone. My eyes landed on Vance, I screamed his name and he looked at me, he didn't have to say anything, I could already see in his eyes that he thought I was pathetic.

I looked away, too ashamed to face him again. I began storming over to the littler version of myself, screaming and crying on the floor. I tried to pick her up, tried to take her away from the horrible people of the world. I couldn't even touch her, I was a ghost, nothing I did or said mattered because no one could hear me.

I sobbed on the ground until I felt someone's hand on my shoulder, shaking me gently. I opened my eyes slowly, my mother's face appearing before my own. She had a soft smile on her face as she cupped my face gingerly.

"Come on honey, I just finished making lunch." I sat up, my head spinning and my hands clammy. I can already tell that dream didn't happen for no reason, I think it was me coming to terms with the fact that I am very afraid of people rejecting and ignoring me.

I let out an annoyed breath and stood up, sitting down at the table with my mom to eat lunch.

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The next few days the nerves of going back to school had me tossing and turning when trying to go to sleep, it felt like it was impossible. I was scared of what people will think of me, their reactions if they find out my mom sells drugs and weather it will be like almost every other school I've been to.

I slotted all the stuff I plan on putting in my locker in a separate, small bag. Hopefully I don't get a locker next to anyone I don't like. I can tell you right now that, that never ends well for anyone.

I sprayed on some perfume before rushing out the door and into the passenger seat of my mom's car. I told her I only needed a lift this one time, I was just too nervous to be seen walking to school just yet, hopefully those girls keep their word about sitting with me if I wanted them too, that way I'll have at least a few people I know.

My mom kissed my cheek as I got out of the car, I wiped where she kissed with a groan. "Bye mom, love you." She smirked and said it back as she reversed out of the parking space and drove down the road.

I think I took around ten steps towards the front of the school before almost everyone's eyes were on me, some smiled and waved, some gossiped but some people completely ignored me. They were the people I like best; they don't get involved which is always nice.

I made my way through the doors and down towards the admin, it was pretty easy to find, I had taken a brief look around when I came to apply for this school, they said they wanted an interview, so we gave it to them.

"Hi, I'm the transfer student. Y/n L/n." I said to the lady at the front desk, she gave me a warm smile as she handed me a timetable, locker and combination sheet. "Thanks." I grinned, putting on my most polite voice.

I glanced between my sheet of paper and the row of lockers, trying to find my one. I eventually came across it and I had to hold the sheet of paper in between my teeth to do the combination. Finally, with minimal struggle, it was open. It looked the same as every other locker from every other school I've been to, I stacked my books on the small shelf in there, glancing at my timetable to know which class I had first and were.

I kept the specific book I needed out and, in my bag, while I organized the others. I was just closing my locker when I heard someone call my name, I spun around to see a familiar group of girls walking my way, rushing excitedly to meet me.

"Hey guys." I waved, closing my locker back up and slinging my bag over my shoulder. The girls all smiled welcomingly as they came into closer proximity. "Hey, um, I was thinking. The other day, I never actually got any of your guy's names."

"Oh, yeah. Well, I'm Rachel." The blond girl spoke up. "Macey." One waved. "Julie." "Brianna." "Casey." They all spoke their names and gave small gestures. "Ok, I should be able to remember all of them, hopefully but sorry in advance in case I don't." The girls shrugged it off, saying they didn't care all that much.

"So, what class do you have first?" Macey, I think her name was, spoke up. I took another look at my timetable just to make sure I answered right. "Science with Mr. Loui." It took me a few tries to get the teachers name right but I got it in the end.

The girls all cringed and I knew this class was going to be an even bigger bore. "Wow, way to excite me you guys." I said sarcastically. "Don't worry, I have him too. The class isn't as bad as it sounds." Casey said, tugging on my sleeve as she pretty much dragged me to class.

We walked in and I introduced myself to the teacher, he welcomed me like any other adult and told me to sit wherever I feel comfortable. "Hey, are you already sitting with someone?" I turned to Casey. She shook her head with a smile. "Nope, everyone in this class is either a complete dickhead or some weird nerd. Well, except this one guy, he sits in front of me and pretty much bullies the teacher all lesson, it's pretty entertaining."

I grinned as she showed me to her desk, I sat in the one closest to her. We were sat in the back row in the very right corner, it's pretty cozy, plus the classroom lights were off so it gave a relaxed feeling to it.

Everyone was sat and quiet until a mop of familiar blond curls stomp its way to the seat in front of us, he took one look at me, the scowl on his face never changing.

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satisfiedmoonwatcher · 1 year

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Blessed by Ammit

Summary: What if Harrow captured Layla instead of her rescuing Steven in London? Harrow finds a way to make use of her, even if her scales don't balance. After all, what's better than blessed milk?

Warnings: 18+. Contains: Corruption, lactation, breast growth/expansion, breast feeding, tied up, over-stimulation, orgasm denial/withheld, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, object insertion, squirting, dubious consent due to brainwashing.

Word count: 3,727 - A quicky

Pairings: Layla x Harrow

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“I wonder if your scales balance.” Harrow circled Layla slowly, his cane swinging at his side. “If they don’t, you would have to be culled from the herd like a sick lamb.”

She watched him angrily. She should have seen this coming. She had been blindsided after they had taken Steven away. She thought she could fight her way out but had been taken down swiftly by their sheer masses.

Now she was tied to a chair surrounded by Harrow’s followers.

“But then your use would be done.” Harrow stood behind her. “You would not be able to tell us where the scarab is. Where your husband is. What your plans are.” He touches her hair, making her shudder and flinch away.

“I’m not telling you anything.” She growled out. “If you’re going to kill me, then just get it over with.”

She knew what sort of man Harrow was and if he wanted to kill her, she’d be dead in the blink of an eye. At least it would be quick.

He walked around her again and looked at her for a moment. “In some cases, death solves nothing.”

He held up his cane, the crocodile head hovering before her as if judging her. “Perhaps we can find a more fitting use for you.”

His eyes moved over her, taking her in. She glared up at him then eventually looked away. His eyes were so calculating and cold. It felt like he could see through her.

“Humans are flawed.” He pushed the cane forward and she felt the cold metal almost tenderly caress her cheek. “They can think and make choices for themselves. That’s what gets them into trouble, you see. Their souls are corrupted by the choices they are given. Animals are inherently good. They have purpose. They have use.”

The cold metal slid down her neck and under her chin, lifting her head up so he could look at her fully. He smiled and leaned in, his voice a soft rasp. “I can give you purpose. Perhaps that is how you can be saved. I can take away your choice and you can be remade to serve us.”

“I will never serve you. You’re insane if you think I’ll ever do anything to help your cause.” She jerked her head away from the cane.

He laughed. “She has spirit!” He turned to his followers. “We have been so lucky here. Each of us bringing something special to our little haven here. We grow our own fruits and vegetables. We tend to our animals and they supply us with wool to make blankets and clothes.”

He smiled back at Layla. “You see, we’re mostly vegetarian here. A few still eat meat and eggs, but for the most part, we try not to take from animals. A dead animal has purpose once. Such a waste.”

She glanced around at his followers who all nodded, latching onto his every word. It was eerie to see how eagerly they agreed with him. How far they would go for him.

“A cow could continue to provide milk to feed us for years. If you can withstand the idea that the cow must go through so much to continue to produce milk. Then the offspring suffer… Not to mention the resources that are needed to go into keeping a cow. Can one cow feed a village? Hardly.” He looked down, shaking his head. This was obviously something he had gone over before when building his utopia town in the Alps. “But I wonder… We are humans, after all. We were not meant to survive off the milk of another species. We are given our first meals from our mothers.”

Turning back to his followers he lifted his cane up for them to see. “I will save this poor lost soul today! I will give her purpose! She will provide for us and we will be blessed by Ammit again!”

The eyes of the crocodile started to glow a dark purple as he slowly lowered the cane towards Layla. He gave her a soft smile that made her skin crawl. “May Ammit bless you well.”

He chanted and the purple glow spilled from the crocodile’s eyes to envelop her. She felt her body heat up and terror filled her. Was this it? Had he decided to kill her after all? Or worse, did he somehow have the ability to hypnotize her into a mindless follower? Was that how he had such a large group?

The heat built inside her and she let out a scream as she thought she might burn up to cinders.

It was over just like that. The light faded and Harrow lowered his cane.

Layla was breathing hard as the heat slowly faded. “What the hell was that?” She blinked away tears, not wanting to let him see any signs of weakness. She refused to let him think he was getting to her.

He continued to stare at her, smiling. “Letting you have but a taste of the godly powers Ammit can provide for us.”

She was about to argue more when she felt a strange tingling in her chest. Her nipples hardened and pushed against her bra firmly. The tingling spread and she flushed as she squirmed, pulling on her restraints. Her arms tied behind her back to the chair, she couldn’t even hunch her shoulders forward.

The tingling started to prickle and she gasped as she felt her nipples push harder against the thin fabric. She felt harder than they had ever been in her life. Looking down, she could see the shape pushing against her shirt and becoming more and more prominent

Layla watched in confusion as her shirt started to lift outward then her bra started to cut into her as it suddenly felt too tight. “What…What’s happening?” Her voice trembled in fear. “What did you do to me?”

There was a sudden surge of heat and she cried out as her chest pushed forward, filling her shirt out. Realization hit her then that her breasts were growing.

Panic hit her and she flailed in her chair, struggling to get free as she felt her shirt start to tighten slowly. “Stop! Make it stop!”

Harrow held out a hand to one of his guards. A large knife was handed over and Harrow knelt down before her. “Let me help you, my dear.”

She held her breath as he slipped the knife under her shirt. He held eye contact with her as he started to slice, slowly splitting her shirt up the middle. The knife changed positions and cut away at her sleeves till he could pull her shirt off her fully.

She swallowed hard and trembled as she felt the heat surge again and her breasts strained at her small bra heavily.

“Don’t…” She pleaded softly. “Please don’t…”

The knife moved quickly and her bra was sliced down the middle, letting her breasts spill free.

She let out a sigh of relief then whimpered as the crowd let out a murmur of excitement.

Harrow stayed before her, watching as her chest continued to swell. “Don’t you think this is an improvement? Haven’t you always wanted to be useful?”

She shook her head, fighting back tears as she watched her modest bust become obscene. To make matters worse, her nipples were jutting out at full attention.

Her areola darkened and puffed up slightly. She watched as her nipples suddenly fattened and started to grow out till they looked like little teats.

Her chest was heavy. She could feel the weight as her breasts filled out and swayed with each jostle of her body. She shook her shoulders and shuddered as she felt them jiggle. Another heat wave and they finally settled, enormous on her small frame. She felt a building pressure and pain in her breasts like they might burst any moment.

Harrow reached up and gently cupped a breast in his hands. “Magnificent.” He gently massaged then squeezed, following his fingers towards her nipple till he was pinching and pulling it.

White flashed before her eyes as the pinching and painful pressure started to build. “NNNh!” She arched back and thrashed, only making him pull and pinch harder.

Pain turned to pleasure and she felt something give. A hot stream of milk sprayed from her nipple, soaking his hand.

Sobbing, she sank forward as far as her restraints would allow. Milk dribbled from both nipples heavily, slowly soaking her lap.

Harrow lifted his hand and tasted the milk there. “Divine. Truely, we are blessed!” He stood, lifting his milk covered hand in a sort of victory as the crowd cheered.

“Chin up, beautiful. You have been gifted a purpose. I’ll send for the milkers tonight. Tomorrow begins your new life as our new cow. We will tend to your every need and you only need provide us with your nurturing milk.” Harrow stroked a hand through her hair gently.

“You can’t keep me here.” She glared up at him. “You can’t just hold me prisoner!”

“Don’t worry. By tonight, you will be begging us to milk you.” He smirked. Leaning down he lifted a breast and wrapped his lips around a nipple, giving a suck.

She let out a gasping moan as she felt the milk pull from her. His tongue licked over her fat nipple and he gently worked her over, drinking with each spurt till the milk started to flow freely.

She arched her chest up and threw her head back, moaning as he suckled from her. Any cries for him to stop were mixed in with moans and whimpers. She could feel her groin heat up and was suddenly aware that it was wet with more than just her spilt milk.

He pulled back, letting her breast fall back down, dripping heavily.

Layla flushed, panting heavily. She squirmed as she felt her groin heat up. “Ah… Something…Something’s wrong…” She gasped and tried to thrash her legs.

Harrow looked at her for a moment then reached down to undo her pants. Terror passed over then was replaced by the burning pain. “Ah! Oh… S…Something’s wrong!”

He undid her pants swiftly and pulled them down over her hips roughly, letting them fall to her ankles. He pulled out the knife and cut them away, leaving her fully naked.

The heat in her groin built then faded. She was distantly aware of Harrow’s hands on her knees, slowly spreading her legs to fully expose her.

He let out a soft exhale and whispered a praise to Ammit. The look on his face only visible to her, she saw an unmistakable expression of desire sweet over him before he swept it away back to his cold hard gaze.

She squirmed in her seat, vaguely aware of how wet the chair suddenly was. She could feel fluid smeared over her thighs and pooling under her.

It took her a moment to realize it was her own lubricant flowing out of her. She had always been self conscious about how wet she could become when aroused. Marc used to enjoy teasing her till she was soaked through her pants fully. But this… This was far more than she had ever been before.

“A mirror.” He glanced back at the group. “I want her to see how blessed she has been.”

There was some murmuring and shuffling before someone handed over a compact mirror.

He flipped it open and held it up so she could see her own groin.

He kept her legs spread, the smile on his face for her eyes only.

Swallowing she looked at the mirror, distantly aware of how erotic this was as she was forced to look at her own wetness.

The folds were swollen, glistening and pink. She could both feel and see how her muscles contracted over and over in need, sending a ripple through the inner part of her vulva. Her normally small and mostly hidden clit was now swollen, pushing past the protective hood and standing at full attention over her slit. A fat nub waiting for attention.

She let out a strangled sound and tried to close her legs quickly.

Harrow held her firmly in place as he adjusted the ropes on her legs to keep her spread wide. “I think everyone should gaze on Ammit’s work, don’t you?”

He smirked and stood back, letting everyone gaze at her. “Come.” He gestured towards her. “I encourage everyone to taste the milk we have been blessed with. Everyone who desires so may have a sip. I expect her to produce enough that once collected we can all enjoy a full glass.”

Layla’s eyes widened as the crowd moved forward. The first person stepped forward, an older man with gray hair. He leaned in and wrapped his lips tentatively around a nipple. It was all she could do to stop from moaning as he sucked a few swallows from her.

He looked up at her, wiping his lips. “You will serve us well. Delicious.”

Tears ran down her face as the next came forward, one on each teat sucking out her milk. Some leaned in and looked at her puffy groin and clit with curiosity. She shivered each time a new set of lips touched her nipples, making her fluids gush from her heavier.

In no time at all she was openly moaning and whimpering. One person reached down as if to touch her groin and was stopped when the cane came down, blocking her from them.

“This is her gift. We must not defile such a gift from Ammit. It could unbalance your scales.” He let the cold metal of his cane lightly touch her outer lips and she gasped, jerking her hips just barely before she got control of herself again.

She looked up at Harrow in surprise as he protected her from their touch. At the same time, she felt him shift the cane just a little and a sharp edge ran over her clit before pulling away.

She groaned and arched her hips up as a burst of pleasure overrode all her higher thoughts and functions. Lips found her nipples again and she needed more. Realization that she was riding on the edge of an orgasm hit her and she rocked her hips pitifully in the chair.

Layla looked at Harrow, panting and practically drooling in need. “Please… I can’t… I can’t!” She thrashed and felt her milk spurt from her nipples with her effort.

“My darling, the day is just getting started and there are many mouths to feed.” He leaned on his cane and smiled, watching as each member of his community drank from her, leaving her more and more desperate.

By the time everyone had taken a drink from her, she was slumped in the chair as far as her restraints would let her, whimpering mindlessly and rocking her hips in an effort to rub against anything.

Aware that no one was pulling her nipples and swallowing down her milk, she gave a hazy look around the room. She didn’t know how long all of this had taken but the crowd was bigger than when it had all started. They all watched her, waiting.

She looked over at Harrow, trembling. “Let me go… Just let me go…”

He looked at her seriously, his eyes piercing into her soul. “Choice is our downfall… But I must give you one last choice before you are freed from the burden of your scales.”

He knelt between her legs and rested the cane on the chair between her thighs, Ammit’s teeth inches from her quivering folds.

She looked down at him, eyes wide and squirmed, trying not to imagine how good it would feel to just be touched… Just a little…

“Ammit has offered you pleasure beyond any you have ever felt before. She knows how fragile the sinner’s mind can be. Give in and be absolved. Take this pleasure and become her servant. I will make you into our holy blessing. You will know only bliss.” He reached up and pinched a nipple, pulling it till milk sprayed out heavily. “All who come before me and the scales will be rewarded with a drink from your divine teat.”

Layla gasped and trembled. “Ah… Please… Please…” She squirmed her hips pitifully.

He smirked. “Let me hear you say it. Tell me what you want.”

She glared at him and looked away. “No.”

He laughed. “Such spirit. I knew you would not be so easily motivated.”

He leaned up to whisper so softly into her ear. “Are you afraid? I promise you will have nothing to fear. I will never let anyone touch you. Your breasts belong to us all, true… But this…” He let a hand slide down her stomach to rest just above her clit, letting her feel the rough calluses and strong fingers there. “This is yours to do with as you please. Perhaps… Perhaps you need more motivation? More proof that Ammit has chosen you to be our proof of love?”

His fingers stroked her lower abdomen gently. She could only take shuddering breaths as she held still for him. It was all she could do to fight the desire to arch into him.

He nudged the came closer and whispered a soft prayer. The eyes of Ammit glowered a soft purple that spread out to her groin. She felt a pulsing power push against her folds, stroking and spreading her gently. She spread her thighs further, gasping as she took in the power pushing against her there. It moved to her clit and she cried out as she rocked her hips. Just before she thought she might finally be pushed over the edge it stopped.

A strangled groan of protest left her and she sat back, panting.

She felt her groin pulsing in need, the muscles inside trembling with the urge to be spread open and filled. Everything felt far too sensitive. The very idea of someone spreading open her folds made her gasp and arch her hips.

Her clit was so hard it was throbbing in pain, desperate to be touched. Each pulse of her heart made her clit twitch as it started to swell further, pushing out like a thumb from her folds.

Harrow leaned back down and blew across her slit and clit slowly.

It was enough to make her let out a frustrated scream as she bucked against the air. “Oh… Oh god! Please! I need it! I can’t I can’t I can’t!” She babbled and felt milk dripping down her nipples and torso.

“You know what you must do.” Harrow looked up at her.

“Yes!” She sobbed. “Touch me! I want you to touch me! Make me cum!”

He turned the cane upside down and pushed it forward and she felt the cold snout of Ammit press between her folds and slowly up into her as far as the handle would allow till the staff was rubbing against her clit.

She could feel her muscles clamping down around the crocodile head tightly and trying to pull it in further. Her hips started to rock and her eyes rolled back as she felt a flash of pure pleasure.

There was a snap and she felt her hands fall free as Harrow cut through the ropes, fully releasing her.

She gripped the cane and pulled it closer, pushing the snout further inside and humping against the handle desperately.

Her body was wracked by pleasure as her first orgasm rode over her, drawing out moans and gasps. Still her hips rocked against the cane. “Yes… Oh god…” She looked up at Harrow. He was watching her with a pleased smile, holding the cane still for her, letting her rut into it fully.

She glanced around and whimpered as strangers watched her get off. It was too much. She quickly climaxed again, moving her hands up to massage her breasts to draw out the pleasure.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she was protesting. She should be up and running. This was her chance to take the staff and run. To get away and take his power away.

She dropped a hand do her folds and spread them, lifting her hips up to give the audience a better look as she rocked on the staff. Her other hand found her clit and slowly stroked it, rolling it under her thumb and stroking the new length desperately.

She gave a breathless gasp as she squirted, her juices dripping out of the chair and down her legs.

It was too much and still she needed more. Still she was on fire.

She groaned and licked the staff, rocking it in and out of her needily as she changed the angle till she felt that wonderful pointed snout push into a spot that sent her over the edge again. She could almost feel the crocodile moving on its own. As if the mouth inside was opening and drinking her on, licking her flesh and coaxing her on.

There was a flash of purple as she rode out the orgasm, trembling and clenching around the handle tightly. She let out a final cry then collapsed back, her body spasming as it rode out the pleasure.

Harrow took the cane back, slowly pulling it out of her. He looked at the fluids as they dripped from the metal heavily. “So blessed…” He licked the fluids from the handle slowly, savoring the taste.

He slid a hand across her lower abdomen and laughed. “Chosen by Ammit. Bathed in milk and cleansed.” He stepped back to let the crowd gaze at her. “Her scales are balanced!”

A dark mark slowly formed across her lower abdomen till it took the form of scales, much like the tattoo on his arm. The scales moved then at last settled into perfect balance as milk dripped down across her.

Her pleasure-addled mind was adrift as she reached down and spread her labia open, letting everyone see her clenching hole. “Ah… drink from me… Let me bless you…” She lifted a breast and squeezed a nipple, letting milk flow. “Ammit blesses you…”

Harrow smiled and stroked her hair. She would make a fine servant of Ammit. He couldn’t wait to take her to the village where her new followers could be blessed.

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A/N: I know I don't have a lot of readers, but if you liked this, please let me know. I have ideas for a part two. Maybe even a part three where she is rescued. Anyone interested?

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight fic #Smut #Layla El Faouly #Arthur Harrow #Moon Knight smut #Ethan Hawk #May Calamawy #MCU Marvel #Who else wanted to ride that staff?

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