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cambion-companion · 1 year

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Can u imagine Aegon slapping someone's ass but then she turns around and bam, Aemond's wife 🤡 He slapped her ass. Ass of Y/N. Ass of Aemond's beloved lady wife. Aemond saw. He may not kill but that doesn't mean Aegon will get away with it

hahaha listen I had to write this Anon message into a fic it's too funny...(post writing edit) Aemond got more angry than I thought he would so enjoy him popping off I guess!

Aemond x wife!reader | Protective Aemond | Run, Aegon, run

The night was growing late, and the goblets of wine quickly emptying. Especially Aegon's, you noticed, with a roll of your eyes. You glanced over to where your husband sat at the end of the long oaken table, catching his eye and sharing an aggrieved expression as Aegon called loudly for the serving maid to return.

Aemond's angular face was set in a stern expression as his violet eye flicked back to watching his brother, half rising from his own seat as Aegon stumbled to a stand. "More wine! Bring that serving girl back...the one with the large tits!" His face was flushed, and he could barely stand for how drunk he was.

You sighed, shaking your head as you moved toward where Aemond had his place at the table. Aegon stumbled forward, still in pursuit of his favorite drink as you brushed past him. You felt a blow to your rear, sharp even through the fabric of your skirts as Aegon smacked a hand to your ass, groping you a moment before letting go.

The small dining hall fell silent, even the musicians ceased their playing, all eyes looking in shock at what had just occurred. You had to take a moment to fully register what had just happened...as did Aegon by the look on his plastered face as you slowly turned to face him. His bloodshot eyes widened as they took you in, quickly swiveling toward where Aemond was now standing.

"Aemond I-" Aegon hastily began to defend himself but was silenced when, with all the might you could muster, you smacked an open palm across his face in a stinging blow. "Fuck. Fuck!" Aegon stumbled back, clutching his cheek with both hands. "You vicious little bitch!" The drunken prince, eyes darkening, took a heavy step toward you, his hands curling into fists.

In a blur of movement that sent you stumbling to the side, Aemond was between the two of you, his hand grabbing the collar of Aegon's shirt to yank him close. "You forget yourself, brother. That is my wife." Aemond hissed into Aegon's face.

"I don't care if she's Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, she hit me!" Aegon protested, trying to free himself from Aemond's iron grasp.

With an almost animalistic growl, Aemond dragged his brother across the room toward the exit. The other people in the room watched with wide eyes and whispered behind their hands as they went.

"Aemond!" You called, hurrying to catch up with the two men, resisting the urge to rub at your sore rump.

You had a very real fear that your husband was about to murder his elder brother, especially as Aemond slammed him against the stone wall of the empty corridor outside the dining hall.

"Gerroffme!" Aegon writhed, choking a little with the force of Aemond's grip.

"Aemond!" You grabbed your husband's elbow, trying to ease the pressure he was applying to Aegon's throat.

"Apologize." Aemond seethed, his teeth bared, heedless to your tugging at his arm.

"I thought she was a servant!" Aegon gasped. "I would never-you know I wouldn't touch your wife knowingly!"

"Maybe you should stop assaulting women altogether, Aegon." You said severely, suddenly thinking Aemond was applying just the right amount of pressure to his throat.

"You will apologize to my wife and every other woman you have touched against her will." Aemond pressed his brother harder into the wall. "Which is quite a long list."

Aegon was silent, weighing his options, fighting to breathe, his hands still scrabbling at Aemond's forearms. His lilac eyes flitted to your face, he fought to control the sneer that itched up his lips as he looked at you. "I am sorry."

"Aw, you mean it?" You deadpanned, glaring daggers at him.

"Touch her again and-"

"Yes yes, I will regret being born. Can you let me go now, I can't breathe, Aemond."

With a sound halfway between a snarl and a sigh Aemond turned his head to look at you. You nodded. "Let him go."

Aemond abruptly released Aegon, making no moved to help him as he almost crumpled to the ground. "Make your apologies and pray I don't catch you harassing anymore girls." Aemond spoke, his voice deadly calm. "Spend your desires in the brothels you like so much."

"Fuck you." Aegon spat on the ground at Aemond's feet. "When did you become such a champion of women's honor?"

"Since I married Y/N." Aemond took a menacing step toward him, causing Aegon to shuffle backwards instinctively.

You grabbed Aemond's hand, coaxing him back to you. Aegon looked ready to spit again but thought better of it. Instead, he shook his head, derision written all over his face as he turned and stomped back into the dining hall.

"Are you alright?" Aemond brought your interlocked fingers up to his lips. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"I...no. He just surprised me is all."

"I could kill him sometimes."

"He's your brother, Aemond."

"The bane of my existence."

You laughed. "Like I said: your brother."

He smiled at that, finally relaxing a bit, his hand still firmly around your own. He reached around with his other hand, caressing your aching backside carefully, ducking his silver head to place a kiss to your mouth.

"If he treats all maids in the Red Keep like that..." You shook your head.

"He's done much worse." Aemond nodded, face grave as he studied you. "It is passed time for it to end."

You squeezed his hand, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as Aemond drew you closer into his arms. "If there's anyone who can, hmm, convince him to stop it's you."

"I hope you're right, my ember."

The two of you remained in the empty corridor, entwined, breathing in the comforting scent of one another for quite some time. You didn't return to the dining room, instead making your slow way hand-in-hand back to your chambers where Aemond called for a steaming bath to be poured. The hot water and firelight welcoming you, but nothing was so comfortable as the feeling of Aemond's warm arms around you, always holding you close to his heart.

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petrapalerno · 1 month

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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #9

Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.

TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging and violence.

MASTER POST

Paying no attention to the stinging sensation in your ear, you hastily gather as much food as the leather bag can accommodate. Once the offputting extraterrestrial jerky is nearly spilling out the top, you sling it around your body.

Your naked body.

“Drohako,” you say gently, understanding that your alien barbarian needs a bit of coddling right now.

“Yes? He asks while strapping what appears to be fifty blades across his chest. The holster of knives gleaming in the cave’s firelight.

"So, just hear me out—shouldn’t I have clothes if we’re leaving?” The reality that you’ve been naked this entire time really hadn’t set in. I mean, he hasn’t left you much room to breathe between orgasms, let alone be worried about your modesty.

Drohako cocks his head, his eyes scanning your body with a keen observation. Retreating to the pile of furs, he digs until he finds what he’s looking for. When he comes back, He’s got two articles in hand.

“Arms up, mate.”

As you do, he drapes an oversized poncho over your shoulders, engulfing your body. As soon as your head pops through, he’s already offering you a pair of worn and rugged-looking bottoms.

“You wear pants?” You arch an eyebrow, realizing you’ve never seen him in anything but the nude.

"Only while riding," he tells you as he lashes the leather cord around the waistband of the bottoms. They are equally large. Fiddling with the volume of fabric gathered around your waist, Drohako he steps away to observe his handiwork.

“I like you better naked,” he frowns, pulling on a duplicate pair of breeches as he does. The powerful muscles of his legs fill out the pants until they strain at the seams.

“Rude. I like you any way I can get you.” You drool at the thick bulge of his cocks as he laces up the front. You place your hand on his hip.

“As much as I desire to do that, we must prioritize more important tasks. If you behave, I will reward you at the hunting caves.” His eyes roll only slightly as he shakes off your touch.

“Yeah, got it. So clothes, meat, what next?”

“We hope Graysi won’t throw you, and we set up a new home cave in the wilds,” he pats the rump of the terrifyingly large space cat, which he has already told you likely won’t allow you to ride him, with a smile.

“Hope, it’s such a fun word,” sarcasm drips from your lips as you sauntering toward the pair. “You said he likes me, right? I mean, it can’t be too hard to convince him if he already likes me, can it?”

With a hunk of the jerky in your hand, you cautiously extend your arm towards the beast, watching as it sniffs the air, intrigued by the scent. When he snatches the meat from your hand, you can't help but jump in surprise. Your fingers are snatched back instinctively when you catch sight of his oversized canines, a thrill of fear rushing through you.

“Mere morsels of meat will not inspire the bond between rider and mount…it’s deeper than that,” he tells you as he grabs the big cats’ reigns. “You must earn his trust through Tolkha.”

Your translator chip struggles to keep up with the last word.

“Tolkha?” you ask, concerned once again about what your horny desires have gotten you into.

“Tolkha is a test, a challenge…You will mount Graysi, and he will attempt to throw you…but he will fail, because you are my mate. You are strong enough to carry on my bloodline.” He thumps his chest in some masculine display.

Drohako is much more sure of you than you are of them yourself. You have no desire to ride a giant bucking tiger.

That sounds like literally the last thing you want to do.

“Is this the best idea? I mean, won’t that be bad for the baby?” You put a hand over your fur covered stomach.

“Don’t be foolish mate, my bloodline will be strong enough to handle this,” he scoffs at your implication that the fetus you carry is weak.

“If you say so, big boy,” you squeak out nervously.

“Follow me,” he urges, leading you through the cave’s entrance. “We’ll be at our new home in the wilds before the moons rise.”

You follow, and your eyes struggle to adjust. Although the cave’s fires kept you out of the dark, you haven’t left the rocky home since your arrival. The blazing sun, a humidity, of the Volkroth planet blast you in the face as you go outside for the first time in weeks.

You raise your palm to shield your eyes. Drohako stands, Graysi’s holster in one hand, waiting for you.

When you finally catch back up to them, your barbarian grips you under the armpits, lifting you up.

“Grip him tighter than your cunt grips my cocks,” he whispers as your head passes his own.

“Not the time for sexy thoughts, my ass,” you mutter, more than a little terrified as you spread your legs and grab the reins from his purple hands. While keeping the strip of leather in your grip, you wrap your arms around the beast’s neck. Your thighs and toes dig into its sides.

“So what happens if he throws me off? Do we have to walk?”

“He will be given the chance to eat you if he so chooses. Hold strong mate! Your reward will be a pleasurable one,” he says almost sweetly before taking his hands off Graysi’s yellow fur and jumping back.

EAT YOU?

As soon as his hands leave the beast, you can feel the cat’s muscles tense. It’s as if everything was fine until he realized it was you that was mounted on his back.

A low hiss builds in his throat, and he crouches, his front legs low, shifting his weight to the front. You slide, but only slightly, your grip strong and true. The cat turns its long neck, and stares you directly in the eyes, his slitted pupils narrowing. Your head, tucked into the column of his throat, is only inches away from its snarling and drooling mouth.

You slam your eyes shut as he huffs loudly. His breath, akin to the trash mouth of a house cat, is hot and disgusting. You switch to breathing out of your mouth to avoid the smell. When his threatening growl doesn’t unseat you from its back, he bucks. Once at first, but the motion repeats more quickly and violently as he speeds up his motions.

He spins in a tight circle—angry snarls and hisses escaping his wet mouth.

Your arms and legs ache with effort, and you really wish he would change directions. The concentric circles he whips his body in are roiling your stomach.

“Hold tight!” Drohako’s voice settles into the edges of your hearing, through the whirling noise of wind.

The motion goes on forever. You’re sick to your stomach and don’t know how much more you can endure.

“Fucking Graysi, you like me—remember?” You yell, thinking maybe you can soothe the savage beast with just a reminder alone.

Adjusting your hold on the animal, your hand almost slips. You reach up to his fluffy ear and grab the bit of fur just underneath it, digging your nails in tightly against his skin.

Graysi stops his spinning abruptly, his neck twitching at your new hold. He leans his head toward your hand.

“What’s he doing?” You yelp, unsure if this is some part of the Tolkha, but you’re just happy the spinning has stopped.

“I…I don’t know,” you hear Drohako say.

In this momentary stillness, you move your fingers against Graysi’s neck once more. Letting your nails slide down the muscles of his throat, you scratch the giant cat’s neck.

You’re shocked as Graysi purrs.

“Is he trying to nuzzle me?” You ask Drohako incredulously. The cat’s vibration tickles your skin.

“Graysi is indeed being affectionate with you…but that’s not how Tolkha is supposed to go. You’re supposed to have your will win over his,” Drohako seems confused, but impressed.

“There’s more than one way to skin a cat—If petting this big, stinky kitty makes it stop spinning, I’ll keep doing it,” you say through gritted teeth, willing your nausea to pass.

“...Technically, it’s working.” Drohako almost seems disappointed that you’ve cuddled your way out of what is supposed to be some ultimate test.

“Yeah, great, can you um, get me down from here?” you ask him, the world for you still spinning.

Drohako rushes to your side, and lifts you gingerly from the cat, setting you right on your own two feet.

“I’ll set up our supplies bags, and you...you can wait for me to finish.” He sets to work, and starts talking about the wilds and the location of the hunting cave, but you can’t hear him.

You’re still lost in some motion sickness haze.

“...do you agree?” his voice boom back into focus.

“Sure,” you mutter before the watering in your mouth is too intense to fight any longer.

You lean over, and spill your dried meat lunch on the dusty red sands of the planet.

When you stand back up, Drohako winces.

“Are you going to do that again, or can we be on our way, human?”

“Wow, love the concern for my wellbeing,” You tell him sarcastically.

He huffs through his nostrils, and a look of disgust passes over him.

“I only ask because...” He pauses, unsure if he wants to admit something to you.

“Spit it out,” you gesture a circling motion with your hands.

“Because I am.” he scowls as the next word leaves his lips. “Sensitive to the odor. I would prefer to keep my food inside my stomach on our journey.”

“You have a sensitive stomach?” You laugh, the thought a wild one.

“It is not funny,” he pouts.

“I mean, it’s a little funny. You, a big bad barbarian volkroth, can’t handle the smell of puke?” Despite the great and dramatic escape we have planned, you can’t stop giggling at the thought of Drohako having a delicate constitution.

Before you’re able to stop your laughter, his gigantic hands set me roughly onto Graysi, before he mounts behind me.

You look up and see his scowl. “It’s okay to have, like, one weakness, you know,” You try to comfort the brooding alien through your stifled chuckling.

“It is not. The Volkroth kill the weak,” he says solemnly.

“I’m weaker than you. Do I have no place with your people, then?” You pose the question to him, realizing that if you’re staying here for good—it might need to be addressed.

“As my mate, you are my people. My son, in your belly, is our people.” Drohako wraps an arm around me, settling his hand over my womb. “He is strong because you are strong. If you were weak, you could not accept my seed. We are together. Nothing else matters.”

#monster fucker #monster romance #monster smut #monster lover #smut #terato #monsterfuqqer #aliens #alien romance #alien #Petra palerno #STTABshort #i love aliens #monster fuqqer #alien x human #alien x reader

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hihomeghere · 1 month

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maybe javier with 19 please? "You're leaving now?" like a final night at beaver hollow?

Arthur's words rang out in your head, ‘leave while you can, before you end up on the wrong end of a bullet.’ You knew the gang was coming to an end, anyone with eyes could see that. The way Micah would whisper into the ear of anyone who would listen, tainting them with his foul speech. Talk of traitors, and rats were said in hushed whispers around camp. Especially ever since Molly, poor girl.

You don’t know when you made the decision to leave, one night you couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t take the whispers, couldn’t take how Arthur looked worse everyday, couldn’t take how the man you loved was slipping through your fingers.

“You’re leaving, now?” Javier’s voice cut through the silence. You jumped, calming your mare with a gentle pat as you attached everything she could carry to her rump. You turned to face him, biting your lip as you met his cold gaze.

“I can’t stay here any longer.” You said shaking your head, tightening the ropes around your things, making sure they were secure. After all the nights you two had spent together you’d think after all the nights when words weren’t needed, you’d know what to say to him. But those nights were long gone, he may have returned from Guarma, but the man you loved died there. Buried six feet underground with the rest of your friends.

“After everything Dutch has done for you?” He said, throwing his hands up, “You’re gonna leave him when he needs us most?” His brows furrowed as he glared at you. Why was everything about Dutch? ‘What happened to us?’ You wanted to scream, scream until your throat was sore.

“Dutch has done nothing but get us all killed.” You spit, “I ain’t gonna be next.” You said, shaking your head.

“Don’t say that.” He growled, his hand closing around your wrist. The same hand that had carefully attended to cuts and bullet wounds now crushing your wrist in a bruising grip.

“Say what?” You scoffed, “The truth?”

“It isn’t the truth!” He said his voice rising, his brown eyes black in the moonlight. His hold on your wrist tightened, pulling a small whimper out of your lips.

“You’re hurting me.” You whispered, watching for a split second as his expression softened. His brows tilting upwards, his mouth parting softly. And in an instant it was gone. He threw your arm away from him, scoffing as he shook his head.

“If I find out it was you I’ll-“ He started holding his hand up as words cut through you like a knife.

“What? Kill me?” You spit, stalking over to him. The moonlight illuminates the two of you through the breaks in the trees. “Is that the solution to everything now?” You said through gritted teeth. “You seriously believe I’d sell out my friends, my family?” You asked, your brows knitted together.

“Don’t talk to me about family.” He spit, “I’m the one sticking to my family.” He said baring his teeth like a wild animal, your eyes catching the glint of his blade in the moonlight.

“Do it.” You said raising your head, your voice trembling, “Slit my throat. Kill the ‘traitor’.” He glared at you, his knuckles white as he held his knife. The tension between the two of you was cut only by the whinny of your horse.

“Get out of here.” He muttered, looking off into the distance. You didn’t have to be told twice, you turned quickly walking back to your horse. Grabbing her reigns as you swung your leg over her back.

“What happened to us Javier?” You asked, tears pricking your eyes.

“This is bigger than us.” He said, his cold gaze meeting your tearful one. “Why can’t you see that?”

It was gone, the love that you shared had been gone for a long time and you were too naive to see it.

“Good bye Javier.” You said with a nod, snapping the reigns of your horse as you set off down the dirt road.

Javier watched as you faded from view, something he hadn’t felt since Guarma bubbling up in his chest.

Hopelessness.

#mini prompt #javier escuella #Javier Escuella x reader #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #angst #hihomeghere #arthur morgan

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ozarkthedog · 5 months

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18+ only — mdni — this is a love note to Steven’s booty

Imagine coming home to a naked Steven humping his bed. Blankets in a rumpled mess on the floor. His feet slipping on the soft sheets as he frantically thrusts his shapely hips into the mattress.

Grated moans and sharp gasps. His muscle twitching beneath dewy skin. His supple ass on display like you’ve never seen before. So juicy and round, you want to sink your teeth into the meaty rump. The thick muscle of his ass bounces on every thrust like lewd waves of flesh crashing on the shore. His powerful thighs shake, full of pleasure and tension, as he creeps closer to the edge.

One. Two. Three shoves and his body quivers in sweet relief. His plump ass goes tight like exquisite hand carved marble as he gasps your name and stains his sheets.

He collapses into the sticky mess with a tired groan, relaxing into the hazy lull, while you’re left breathless at the sight of his globes while they call you home like the setting sun.

#steven grant #idk what this is but here #ass lovers unite!#oscar isaac

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plzfeedmebread · 1 year

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What Do I Tell My Friends Family? Pt. 5

word count: 2661

Pairing: Recom! Miles! Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi! Reader Tags/Warnings: nsfw, SMUT

Author's Note: Shorter chapter this time around! I just wanted to write smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) We are coming to the end lovelies!

Snoring.

The sound slowly pulls you from your slumber. You open your eyes, blinking away the last dregs of sleep. You yawn as you stretch yourself out on your bed. Except, this doesn’t feel like a bed at all. You look up and see the sleeping face of your beloved, he has one arm behind is head, the other you feel on the small of your back. You’re lying on him, using him like a muscled mattress.

You smile to yourself. He is delectably warm.

You snuggle yourself deeper into his chest, gripping his shirt tighter. You feel his arm press you firmer into him, he mumbles something incomprehensible, then continue to snore.

Your mind wonders then to what had transpired earlier. Your stomach drops at the memory of your mother leaving the tent, unable to even look at you. The anxiety burns through you; leaves a gnawing void in the pit of your soul. The longer you lie there, the deeper it grows.

You hate feeling like this; you shouldn’t feel like this. You’re supposed to be happy. Happy to be back with your family, happy to be with the man bound to you by Eywa herself.

You want to forget. Forget everything that happened and just live in blissful ignorance, even just for a moment. Luckily, you know just the person to help you.

You gently turn yourself over, placing your legs on either side of Quaritch, nestling your crotch to his. You hear him take in a sharp breath at the sudden feeling of your heated sex to his, but still he sleeps. You move his hand and place it firmly to your rump. Even in his subconscious he desires you, and so despite being fast asleep, he can’t help but instinctively squeeze. You bite your lip and brace both hands on his broad chest.

You lean forward, purposefully griding yourself against him as you do, eliciting a sleepy moan from him. You start pressing chaste kisses to the soft flesh of his neck. You move from his throat and up to his jaw. You keep planting kisses along his jawline till you reach his mouth. You tilt your head and kiss him gently. You don’t move your lips, but you do again start to grind yourself against him. You can’t help but smirk when you feel his dick twitch against your sex.

Your heart flutters when you feel his lips press firmly against yours, returning the kiss. The velvet of his lips caresses you over and over again. He licks your bottom lip before gently sucking on the tender flesh. You part your lips and invite the intrusion of his tongue. He tastes every inch of your mouth before he tangles himself with you. It is intoxicating, this feeling, almost like drowning. You almost fight yourself when you need to come up for air.

You part yourself from him, but only an inch, your hot breathe mixes with his in the small space. Both of you are breathless, breathing heavily. You look those golden pools, the void of his pupils blown wide. His face is beautifully blanketed by a deep blush.

“Well…that’s one helluva way to wake up…I could get used to this,” he says with laboured breath and a loving smile. You feel the fast beat of his heart under your palms; reassuring and strong. But the tenderness of his expression falters, and it its wake comes concern. His eyes search yours then, a hand placed so tenderly to your temple, as if you would break so easily.

“Not that I’m complaining sweetheart, but…” You know what he wants to ask, but you are in no mood to talk of such things. All you want right now is too feel. You shake your head, stopping him mid-sentence.

“I do not wish to speak of it…Not right now. All I want, is to feel. To forget. Just for a little while…Please?” You grip tightly to the hand cradling you.

The look on your face shatters something deep within him; liquid warmth spreads forth, encapsulating his entire being. He becomes all too aware of his beating heart. And he comes to the conclusion that it only beats for you. He doesn’t deign you with an answer, and instead lets his actions speak for him.

He leans up and kisses you with all the passion from before. Both hands are on you, pulling you back to him. He isn’t gentle this time. His mouth dominates you, scorching you with his desire. You aren’t drowning; you are engulfed in flame.

With a swiftness you did not expect, he switches your positions. He has you caged within his arms, looming just above you. The fierceness of his gaze makes your heart skip, delicious anticipation tingling your every nerve. You may be a skilled hunter, but here trapped under him; you never felt more like prey.

He descends on you without warning; the two of you are a mash of teeth and saliva. He is devouring you. You whimper, unable to control yourself. Your mind thinks only of him. His mouth moves to your neck, sucking and licking at your flesh.

He pushes your legs apart and starts rubbing his hardened member against your clothed sex. The muted stimulation to your clit sends small jolts of pleasure through you, causing you to moan through parted lips. He pulls up your tank top, exposing your breasts to the cool air. He brings the bundled shirt to your mouth and tells you to bite down.

“Don’t want anyone else hearing those pretty sounds you make darling. Don’t exactly know how soundproof these things are.”

You nod and grip at the fabric with clenched teeth. You yourself aren’t sure either how reliably these walls will contain your moans.

His mouth is back to assaulting your neck, and you breath deep through your nose, trying your best to be quieter. His hand wastes no time in grabbing your breast, roughly kneading you.

“Hmmmmrph!” The shirt does little to muffle your moan at his ministrations. He moves his hand and rubs his thumb over your nipple, causing you to arch your back. He takes it between his forefinger and thumb, gently rolling your bud to a peak. You feel yourself slicken even further.

You press your feet firmly to the ground and tilt your pelvis upward so his clothed dick hits you just right. It only takes a few more hits to your clit for your orgasm to wash over you. The cord snaps and the wave of pleasure hits you from your swollen clit, spreading out and tingling every part of your being.

“That’s my girl, you’re doing so well baby,” he whispers into your ear when feels your body tense as you ride your orgasm.

You feel your pussy clench around nothing, groaning deep as he keeps rubbing against you.

He takes the shirt from your mouth, now drenched with your spit. Before you can even relax he grabs your mouth with his hand and forces your lips apart. He’s on you again, forcing his tongue inside. You yelp with surprise but don’t fight; all too eager to make out with him any chance you get.

He lifts himself up to gaze down at you, giving you one hard thrust into your core. The action causes you to bite you lip.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you? I’m only just getting started…”

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Your mind is an addled mess; the ability to form a single coherent thought lessening with each orgasm he pulls from you.

You’re approaching your fifth, you think. He has you on your back, one arm wound behind you, his hand holds firm to your breast and he fondles you, deft fingers teasing your perked nipple. Each flick and pinch sends pleasurable bolts down your spine.

His mouth is to your ear, whispering the most delicious filth to you. He licks and nips between words, earning him a melody of whines and whimpers. Your leg closest to him is bent at the knee, trapped behind his own as he bends you open further; utterly at his mercy.

And his hand; that dextrous tool of your destruction. He has 3 long fingers deep in you, his palm pressed flat to your clit. Up and down he pumps, stimulating the soft spongy flesh within while your bundle of nerves is rubbed vigorously against his smooth skin.

He can’t believe how utterly drenched you are; he’s sure he could almost fit his entire hand in you right now. You’ve all but made a pool of irresistible nectar at your core. So lubricated are you, Quaritch wonders if outsiders can hear the filthy squelch of your pussy as he works his fingers into your sex. You are far from caring at this point, your mind is but focused on one thing; coming all over this man’s fingers.

You feel it building fast, that tight pressure somewhere deep beyond your cunt. Your walls start to clench as the pleasure builds, closer and closer you sprint to that edge. The pleasure is bordering on painful; you aren’t even sure if you can even withstand one more. Fat tears roll down your face, you whimper and moan; conflicted as you are pulled in opposite directions.

‘I—I can’t! Please! I—I don’t—' You try so very hard to get the words out, but what comes out of your mouth is simply unintelligible nonsense under breathless moans and whines. But he understands, Eywa bless this man. Unfortunately for you, he cares not for your protests; believing you are capable of just. One. More.

“Come on baby just one more, I know you got it in you. Just give me one more, that’s all I’m askin’ for sweetheart. You’re my good little girl aren’t you? You’ll do just as your mate asks; won’t you?”

You growl low in your throat, desperate to please him. You bite hard on your lip, the taste of blood dancing on your tongue. For him. You’ll do it for him; even if you go mad.

You feel his fingers quicken their pace, his palm brutally massaging your clit. He is unrelenting in his search for that final explosion of pleasure. Faster and faster the pleasure builds along with the pain. Your walls are swollen, pussy almost burning to the touch. It only takes a few more rubs against that soft flesh for you to orgasm; you cum the hardest this time.

You groan in pain and pleasure through gritted teeth, drool seeping from the corners of your mouth as you try not to scream out at the top of your lungs. But it is a losing battle. You go to open your mouth but he is on you, swallowing your screams with a bruising kiss.

The walls of your pussy clench around his fingers like a vice, massaging him as though to milk him for every last drop of his seed. But the high doesn’t stop. It builds more; until you feel ourself expel all over his hands, your legs. Quaritch quickly removes his fingers and starts slapping your hypersensitive clit, a victorious smirk spreads on his face as he watches you squirt all over yourself and him.

“There you go sweetheart…that’s it, that’s my good girl,” he kisses away your tears. All you can do is cry; the pleasure is far too overwhelming and all you want is a little reprieve.

Your head lulls to the side, mouth agape as you drool. You’re far too tired to even think. And so you just lie there; mind blank, the only thing your hyper aware of is the deep thrumming of your clit and pussy as it aches; utterly abused and throbbing.

Your mate’s heavy breathing behind you pulls your attention; ears perking up at the sound. Still flat on your back, you turn your head to him. Your walls clench at the sight of him. He has his cock in his hand, leisurely pumping himself with one hand, the tip already leaking precum.

It then dawns on you that through out this whole endeavour, he probably hasn’t come once. You feel guilty, and try to reach for him, but grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles instead. You whine in protest.

“Ssshhh, it’s alright baby. I won’t take long, trust me,” he winks at you, licking his lips and he squeezes himself harder.

But you’re having none of it; if he’s cumming, it’d better be deep inside you; painting your walls with his seed.

You take your hand from his, causing his pace to slow, confused by your retreat. With great effort you push yourself up onto your shoulders, and glare at him as best you can.

“You…if you don’t finish inside me…Then I swear by Eywa I’ll end you my damn self…Now get over here.” He immediately stops his hand, staring at you shocked. But it’s gone in an instead, and he huffs out a laugh and fixes you with half lidden eyes and a smirk.

“As my mate commands.”

You let yourself lay back down as he quickly moves over you. Once he’s between your legs you trap him there, locking your feet together.

“Hmm, serious are we?”

“Hurry up and fuck me Miles…”

“Ohhh I love it when you talk dirty, darling,” he steals your breath with a passionate kiss, one you’re all to happy to return. You move your queue between the two of you. He does the same when he sees your movement. When the bond links into place, your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’re filled with his aching need for you; overwhelmed by the desire to be fucked all over again.

“Fuck…” Is all he can groan out, resting his head to yours. He nearly cums then and there, feeling your body so tired and sore, yet still pleasure dances across your skin and deep at your centre.

He pushes himself into you with one hard thrust. He meets no resistance, the soft smooth flesh of your cunt sucks him in, accepting him in full splendour.

You sigh deep, only now realising that this was what missing; being completely full and stretched. He doesn’t let you catch your breath, immediately pounding into you with reckless abandon. It thrust brings him to the base, his cock stretching you to the limit, moulding your soft spongy walls around him.

You hands seek purchase on his back, nails digging into the flesh and you claw him; leaving bloody trails in their path. He growls then, followed by a guttural moan. The deep baritone of his voice makes your pussy clench.

“Fuck, [Y/N], just like that! My perfect mate, my perfect girl! You take me so well baby…You were made for taking this cock weren’t you?”

Renewed tears stream down your face as your mind becomes flooded with the pleasure of the bond. It only takes a few more powerful thrusts before Quaritch cums inside you with a low growl into your ear. The feeling him his hot seed being spilt inside you causes another orgasm to wrack your body. You are thankful it’s at least a lot gentler than the last.

Quaritch hums and kisses your neck when he feels your walls clench around him, the sound of your breath catching doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Aww, another one just for me? You’re too kind princess.” He plants a kiss to the corner of your mouth before he flops down beside you, completely spent.

With his remaining strength he pulls you to him. You cuddle yourself against his side, resting your head upon his chest, leg thrown over his mid. His hand comes to rest on your thigh, lazily drawing shapes onto your skin.

“I love you, Miles…thank you…”

“I love you too, [Y/N].” He kisses to top of your head.

The last thing you remember is wrapping your tail around his before sleep claims you once more.

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