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juliettesgotagun · 2 years

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The Witch King.

Summary: The witch king has chosen you to join him, and tonight, you’ll answer his call.

Pairing: Demon!Jamie x Catholic!Reader

Warnings: Smut/ Fem!Reader/ PinV sex/ Oral sex f!recieving/ breeding kink/ praise kink/ Virgin!reader.

The voices never seem to quiet. It was calling you again.

You had tried everything. You had prayed and prayed and prayed, but it was no use. You had clutched onto your crucifix every night like it was your lifeline. Yet in the very early hours of each morning, came the familiar feeling of his hand on your cheek.

He had told you he was the King of Witches, and it was time for you to join him.

You had sobbed and told him no. You had said you’d rather him kill you. In fact, you begged him to, but kill you, he did not.

He continues to call you, deep into the woods is where he wants to lead you.

You had attended church everyday, and begged your priest to save you.

And save you he did, or so he claimed, but still, eyes of cerulean blue haunt you.

You had done everything you were supposed to. You had attended church every day. You had prayed. You had been perfect.

Maybe that’s why he wanted you. To corrupt a perfect, pure soul.

The more you saw him. The more you began to doubt whether God was real. What if he was all there was?

He seemed to give purpose to your bleak lifestyle. A part of you felt special to have been chosen.

Maybe your life had a deeper meaning.

Maybe you didn’t have to just submit to your husband and worship a god not brave enough to show his face to you. To answer your prayer.

Yes, Yes. You had made up your mind.

When he came for you tonight, You would answer his call.

You had sat in front of your mirror, brushing your hair ever so daintily.

Your clothes had been discarded on the floor. You needed them no longer.

You had attended church for the last time, and look the priest in the eye and lied to him.

They’ll believe anything if it’s what they wanted to hear.

You had said goodnight to your father, hugged your mother, and kissed your little brother on the head for the last time.

You picked up the crucifix on your vanity, and threw it to the ground. When you stood, preparing to go to bed, You crushed it beneath your heel.

You buried yourself beneath the covers, and blew out the candles to go to sleep.

The wind from your open window howled, and your eyes shot open. You hadn’t need to look around to know he was there, you could feel his presence.

The moonlight cast a heavenly glow onto his features. Icy blue eyes sparkling as he watched you.

“I am ready, My lord.” You spoke.

This seemed to please him, a hint of a smile painted his face.

“I knew you would be.” He stalked closer to you, his hand lifting your chin to look up at him.

You drank him in. The moon seemingly forming a halo around his head, and his eyes pierced your very soul.

His blonde hair fell to his jaw, it was messy, but seemed to frame his face perfectly.

You wonder what being had graced him with such angular features. You could get lost him.

“You’ll give all of yourself to me now.” It wasn’t a question. A direction. This was how it begins.

You nodded, throwing off the covers, and standing before him, completely exposed, but any shyness in you had diminished. He was your king now. You had no reason to be shy. He owned you. You are his.

He said nothing as his eyes trailed up and down your body, tilting his head.

“Does this please you, My lord?”

A devilish smirk played at his lips. “Oh yes. Very much so.”

He brought his hand to your chest, caressing your cleavage.

You moved not.

He finally moved his hand, a large palm cupping your entire breast.

He bit his lip as he squeezed, and you discovered that you now had to bite yours.

His eyes flickered back up to yours, and he smiled once again.

“Lie down.” He ordered.

You did not hesitate, Lying back on your pathetic excuse for a bed.

He approached you in a very predatory fashion., pushing a part your legs with his hands.

He knelt in between them, a single digit lightly dragged over your slit.

Your face contorted in pleasure. He seemed to take note of this.

He tilted his head once more, before leaning down, and gently flicking your clit with his tongue.

Your back arched, and he gently pushed your hips back down into the mattress.

His arms hooked around your thighs, spreading them open as he began to lap at your clit.

You squirmed and squirmed, but he didn’t seem to mind, simply holding you in place as he continued his work.

A whine fell from your lips as he pulled away., sitting up and staring at your glistening folds. His hand returned to your slit, fingers began to circle your hole.

In a trance like state, he inserted the tip of one inside of you, immediately met by resistance from your virgin cunt.

He remained in this trance as he slowly pushed the entire digit inside of you.

You grimaced at the pain, however the pain was accompanied by pleasure, which caused your face to contort into a much different expression.

He did not move his finger, He had simply watched it disappear inside of you, and was now staring at the way it looked, buried deep inside of you.

“Please.” You whined.

His eyes slowly met yours, and for a moment, you feared you had upset him. He instead nodded slowly, and leaned back down, removing his finger from inside you. He hooked his arm back around your thighs.

His tongue circled your hole, and your thighs began to shake. You finally felt his tongue slip inside of you, causing soft whimpers to pass from your lips as the hot muscle probed inside of you.

Your eyes had squeezed shut, and he snapped at you. Your eye shot open and he pointed at his eyes, as if to say “Eyes on me.”

You squirmed, and your thighs shook as his tongue continued to move in and out of you. A blush painted your cheeks at the intense eye contact. The way he looked, tongue inside of you, eyes staring into yours, was…so incredibly hot. It made you leak even more juices.

You felt your cunt begin to pulse around his tongue, and a weird feeling crept up in your core.

Your whines began to get louder. You were confused. What was happening?

He kept eye contact with you, and the feeling in your core began to intensify., it felt like you were about to sneeze.

He slowly nodded from in between your thighs, giving you permission to do what ever was about to happen.

Your cunt squeezed his tongue tightly as you saw stars, back arching into the sky, crying out loudly. Sweat coated your forehead as juices poured out of you.

“What was- What did I-“ He shushed you, and you were completely out of breath. He licked the liquid from off his lips, standing and placing a hand on your cheek.

“Something only I can give you.”

You breathlessly nodded, and he began to remove his trousers.

“Your induction is about to be complete.” He smiled. “You’re about to be mine.”

He removed his trousers , and his hard cock sprung out of them. It was quite large, and had a thickness about the size of your wrist. It was red and angry looking, leaking an unfamiliar white liquid.

He climbed on top of you and caressed your cheek.

“Now, Darling. I’m about to put my cock inside of your virgin cunt. It’s going to hurt, but I’m going to need you take all of me, Okay, Sweetheart? It’s the only way that you can be mine. Can you do that? Can you be my good girl and do that for me?”

You nodded slowly, and he kissed your forehead.

His eyes trailed down as his hand guided his cock to your hole, inserting the tip of it inside of you, letting out a groan.

Pain stung at your lower regions, your chest heaving up and down as you bit down on your lip.

His forehead pressed against yours, and he continued to press further inside of you.

You let out a pain filled whine, and his hand caressed your cheek.

“Shhhh Shhh, Pretty girl. You’re doing so well for me.”

He continued to inch inside of you, and the more and more he pushed in, the less it began to hurt.

Until finally, after what felt like an hour, he finally bottomed out, and your cunt couldn’t help but clench around his unmoving, throbbing cock.

“That’s it, Princess. Clench around me. Such a Good girl.”

He slowly began to move inside of you, and your eyes squeezed shut. Whimpers began to fall from your lips, but as time went on, then went from being whimpers from pain, to from pleasure.

This feeling that he had awakened inside of you, was unlike any other. You were practically feral.

Soon enough, he had began to make you feel such ecstasy, you couldn’t take it, whining and thrashing around in pleasure. It felt too good, It was too much.

“It’s t-too much!” You cried.

His lips captured yours in a kiss. “It’s alright, Sweet girl. You can take it. I know you can. Be a good girl for me.”

He continued to pound inside of you. His hair messy and sweat glistening on his forehead.

Your eyes trailed down, and your lips parted in awe as you watched his cock disappear inside of you.

He let out a low chuckle when he noticed. “Do you like looking at that? Do you like seeing my cock inside of you? Well don’t worry, baby. This won’t be the last time.”

The same feeling from before crept up in your core, and you whined out.

“It’s happening again!” You cried out as your cunt began to pulse.

He nodded. “I know, baby. I know me too.”

Him too? What did he mean?

He trailed his hand down between your legs, rubbing your clit in fast circles.

Your whole body contorted and squirmed, as the pressure in your stomach increased.

“Do it, sweet girl. Cum for me.”

You cried out loudly, as your walls clamped down hard around him, juices spilling out of you and all over his cock.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, as his trusts became sloppier and sloppier.

“Fuck, I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna claim you, baby. You’re gonna be all mine. I’m gonna fill your tummy with me, yeah?” He said, breathlessly, before pushing deep inside of you one last time, filling you completely. You cried out one last time.

Two pairs of footsteps barreled towards your door. Your parents had heard you cry out, trying their best to pry open the bedroom door.

By time they finally got it, the door swung open to reveal no one inside. The wind blowing through the room, window wide open.

Your mother knelt down, picking up the broken crucifix on the ground, crying out at the realization that came with it.

That Lucifer, himself, had their precious daughter in his clutches.

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