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— compatibility

warning: filthy smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

disclaimer: fem!reader, dub/non con, deepthroating, cunnilingus, degragation, marking, creampies (breeding kink), power play, dumbification, forced submission, reader struggles but ends up begging, marking, housewife talk,virgin!reader, use of aphrodiasic, pussy spanks

w/c: 6.053k

a/n: READ THE DISCLAIMER. I put it there for a reason and if you get uncomfortable it's honestly not my problem if I already put a warning. listen,,,, the new story quest with ayato and marriage got my brain running fast. This sat in my drafts for months and I finally got the balls to finish it- which may explain why it gets a little messy at the end.

The sun peeked through the spiky, needle-like leaves of the Aralia trees surrounding the Kamisato Estate. Away from the heat outside, the commissioner of the Kamisato Clan sat on a cushion inside a room padded with tatami mats in front of a desk, filing through some papers. Nobody dared disturb the young master as he sighed, feeling a little impatient.

It had been a week since his last marriage interview, and the woman he saw last once again had left him unsatisfied with her performance. The smaller clans within the Yashiro Commission were starting to get anxious after months of marriage interviews and no brides. Ayato scoffed, it was these said clans that had been pushing for him to get married without his verbal consent anyway: they could handle waiting a little.

Ayato knew they just wanted him to marry one of their daughters for higher status. However, ever the peacekeeper, he had agreed and started going to marriage interviews- even if that meant stripping himself away from his freedom as a bachelor.

A sly grin found its way to the blue haired man’s face: he had found a way to ensure he could still experience the energy in his youth after marriage. He knew his wives would all come from clans that raised them to be well mannered so he focused on a different type of performance.

To put it bluntly, he tested the women he met based on sexual, rather than romantic, compatibility.

However, his search to find a woman who could not only keep up with him, but leave him satisfied had so far been unsuccessful. The moment the clans found out about his unusual standards, they had put their daughters some cheap sexual training. Too sultry, too forward, too fake.

Ayato wanted someone he could watch struggle as he dominated them. Someone who he could truly make submit to him. Someone he could make his. What was the fun of dominating someone without teaching them how to please him? He wanted to feel the power when someone willingly served him because he was him, not because of his family name.

Ayato hummed slightly to himself as he reached the last few potential wives in his stack of papers, lips quirked up into an intrigued smile. He traced the woman’s face with his index fingers, taking in all that he could through the picture on the parchment.

“Y/n L/n of the L/n Clan,” he murmured to himself, “how interesting.”

The L/n clan was not a part of the Yashiro Commission. In fact, they were part of the Tenryou Commission from which the Kujou Clan hailed.

He studied her face. The young maiden was smiling, however her eyes held a certain fiery, defiant spark that he could just barely make out.

‘Perfect,’ he thought to himself.

Ayato loved breaking the masks of strong women to reveal the various other faces they could made while underneath him. He loved the thrill of making someone submit to him.

“Thoma!” Ayato called out for the Kamisato Clan’s Housekeeper and his most trusted right hand man.

Seconds later, the sliding doors to the room Ayato was sitting on slid open, revealing the green-eyed man.

“Yes, my lord?” An easy, yet knowing smile rested on Thoma’s face as he waited expectantly for his orders.

Pointedly choosing to ignore his housekeeper’s sly smile, Ayato simply waved the piece of paper containing L/n’s information in the air. “

See to it that I have a marriage interview with the L/n Clan’s daughter, Y/n,” the lavender eyed man ordered, “As soon as possible.”

“Of course, my lord,” Thoma bowed, “at once.”

Once the blonde had disappeared from his sight, Ayato finally let a smirk rest on his face. His index finger once again traced around the maiden’s image.

“I will meet you soon, my dear,” he purred to himself.

‘I look forward to discovering what faces you can make for me.’

The trees from the Chinju Forest casted dark shadows onto the ground, the scene only illuminated by the little clusters of fluorescent flowers on the path up the mountain. A woman, accompanied with 2 guards, made her way up the dirt path towards the Kamisato Estate.

Dreading reaching your destination, your lips were pursed into a slight frown as the long grass tickled your bare legs. Your parents had presented you with a new kimono for the occasion, despite your protests. It was tighter than your usual dress, hugging your waist and chest before flaring a little at the skirt- which had a slit on both sides of your hips.

Unaware that your parents had arranged the kimono to be ill fitting, you hoped whoever had gotten your measurements wrong would be fired soon.

“Are you nervous, milady?” One of the guards asked you, catching the slight frown on your face.

Immediately, you shook your head no. “Just a little tired from the journey,” you lied smoothly.As the eldest daughter of the L/n Clan, you had to keep an appearance at all times even if your family had very little status. You had to keep up your facade, even if you were forced into a marriage interview against your will.

The last thing you wanted to do was get married at this age. You still had a lot to live for and a lot to do. You knew the moment you got married, those ambitions would be thrown away. Being the wife of another clan leader, a clan as big as the Kamisato Clan at that, guaranteed an almost powerless life.

You would only be a symbol, and you didn’t want that.However, you could not outright reject the marriage interview request from the Ayato Kamisato. A man who built his clan back up from nothing, ruthless lavender eyes always sizing you up, a gentle smile always hiding his cunning plans underneath. Ayato Kamisato was a powerful and dangerous man- someone you and your family didn’t want to piss off.

When your family had originally brought up the idea of marriage with the blue haired man, you had wanted to scream. You knew their plan: use you as a bargaining chip to escape being under the now disgraced Kujou clan.

After the Kujou’s betrayal to the Shogun, the power dynamic had been shifted. Everyone was restless, ready to seize power or flat out disregarding the power of the Kujous. Your family wanted nothing to do with this political turmoil around them so the moment they heard the Kamisato’s were looking for a wife, they immediately offered you up.

Of course, you didn’t scream. Instead, you gave them a tight nod and hoped that the young commissioner would a) never find your profile in the pile of offers he was no doubt going to receive, or b) find you completely boring and discard you right away.

And after weeks of not hearing from the lord, you thought you had been able to safely escape the death of your maiden life.

But here you were, trudging your way up a mountain to go meet Ayato himself. The impending sense of dread increased with every step you took, your arms wrapped around your torso like a safety blanket.

However, on your walk you also came up with a game plan. You would simply make yourself less appealing on purpose- making remarks with two meanings that you could not outright be punished for. Clansmen loved obedient women. You could be that, with a slight bite.

Because at the end of the day, you were still terrified of what the Kamisatos could do to you and your clan.

“We have arrived, my lady,” one of your guards said as the three of you neared the estate.

Your heart quickly dropped to your stomach, although you did not let it show on your face. You simply nodded and dipped your head down in thanks.

“Thank you for accompanying me on my journey.”

The other guard blushed lightly at your actions, flustered that a ranking lady had bowed to him, “Please, Miss L/n, no need to thank us! Just doing our jobs.”

“And you did a marvelous job,” you praised the two.

This caused them to flush an even deeper red, tripping and stuttering over their words.

“W-well, have a lovely time,” the other guard stuttered, “We have been told that the Kamisato Clan will escort you back to the L/n house. Best of luck on your interview!”

With that, the two scurried off in a hurry.

Unbeknownst to you, Kamisato Ayato stood behind you near the entrance of the estate, glaring menacingly at the two guards you had been thanking. He couldn’t risk his potential future wife to be swayed by some measly, low ranking guard.

From the time you agreed to the marriage interview to whenever he decided he was done, you were his.

He cleared his throat, fully stepping out from behind the estate door to make his presence known to you.

“You must be Miss L/n,” he greeted smoothly, “It’s a pleasure to meet the women I’ll be getting to know for the next day.”

Startled, you turned around slowly, eyes blown the slightest bit, “Sir Kamisato,” you managed to get out smoothly, “I’m sure its a pleasure to meet you too.”

‘Oh?’ the slightest hint of a bemused smile graced the lavender eyes man’s lips, ‘How cute, she’s got a little bite.’

You on the other hand were internally sweating: had you started off a little too strong already? Would he have you whipped? Humiliated? Disowned? You hid your hands in the sleeve of your kimono to hide their shaking from him. You could not show him that you were weak.

Instead of lashing out, the young commissioner let out a light chuckle, “Oh, not to worry my dear, it will be a pleasure for you I’m sure.”

The true meaning of his words completely flew over your head as he bowed deeply and offered you a hand. Against your will, you placed your right one in his left, letting him guide you into the estate.

The Kamisato Estate was gorgeous, you decided begrudgingly. If the circumstances weren’t as they were, you might have even enjoyed a visit just to be able to see the beautiful garden.

However, the warmth that enveloped your hand, as well as the looming figure made it impossible for you to forget the reason why you were here.

If Ayato sensed your discomfort, he didn’t say a word. He swiftly guided you to a padded room towards the back of the estate. He helped you sit down on one of the pillows on the ground before swiftly turning around and simply sliding the door shut.

A beautiful tea set sat in front of you on the low table, alongside lots of small dishes and desserts that were almost too beautiful to eat.

However, you didn’t have time to admire the dishes much as lavender eyes settled on your form. Ayato stared at you in silence as if sizing you up. A cool daft seemed to enter the room as he did so, making the hairs on your skin stand up a little.

All of a sudden, you were that much more aware of how short, how tight your clothes were. Sitting on the ground did not help your case, the skirt barely covering your thighs. One wrong move or the slightest shift in position would cause you to expose yourself to the man.

“My lord,” you greeted him slowly, bowing your head in respect, “Your estate is quite lovely. Must we do this inside when the weather is so nice outside?”

Ayato seemed to be amused at your inquiry, and shook his head coolly, “While I agree that the estate is quite lovely,” he started, “I would not risk exposing you to the hot sun.”

“I see,” you gulped, “you are too thoughtful, my lord.”

‘How cute,’ Ayato mused, ‘she wants to play a little game.’

“Ayato,” the blue haired man corrected, “This is a marriage interview, is it not? Please, be comfortable. We’ll be getting to know each other quite well, Y/n.”

You almost jolted up in shock at how easily your name rolled off his tongue, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

Ayato laughed internally at your reaction. You were already so reactive, and he was quite certain most of his innuendos had completely flown over your head.

“Alright then,” you said hesitantly, meeting his eyes, “If you don’t mind, I’ll make myself comfortable and start eating then.”

You carefully watched Ayato, trying to gauge his reaction as you poured yourself some tea and put a piece of cake on the fine china in front of you. From experience, you knew that noble men hated women who allowed herself to eat before her husband without asking for permission.

However, Ayato showed no such disdain. Instead, he smiled broadly and placed his hands under his chin as if he were enjoying the sight in front of him.

“Please do,” he nodded, “my servant Thoma prepared these for us, after all.”

Taking a bite of your cake, you returned his smile, “I see, he is quite talented. Do you not know how to cook yourself, then?”

‘Take the bait,’ you willed him, ‘Don’t you hate it when I look down on your skills?’

“I suppose I don’t,” Ayato readily agreed, choosing a stick of dango for himself to eat, “I don’t see why I should when I’m too busy.”

You took his words as another opportunity to make another offhand remark, quickly thinking on your feet as you took a sip of your tea, “I see, life is about balance, my lord. Forgive me for saying so, but shouldn’t you have a little more of that?”

“That’s what having a wife is for, is it not,” Ayato countered, not batting an eyelash, “Surely, having someone waiting for me would help.”

“Are wives meant to be teachers?”

The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them and your eyes widened as you processed what you had said. Your heart rattled in your chest as you studied Ayato’s reaction.

‘He’s mad,’ you thought to yourself, ‘Stupid!’

As you had wished, you had made smart comments that were for sure turning him off. However, your smart mouth kicked you in the ass, and possibly may have made an enemy out of the Kamisato Clan for your household.

However, much to your surprise, Ayato laughed.

‘He’s insane,’ you thought to yourself, ‘He’s a complete weirdo.’

The young commissioner didn’t miss the way you startled at his reaction, “How cute,” Ayato commented, “But I must say, I hate small talk. So much can be said but so little can be learned.”

“Sir I...” you trailed off, unsure what to say. You took big gulps of your tea in substitution for talking, finishing the herbal drink within seconds.

Immediately, you felt your body heat rise despite the cool air inside the room. You swallowed hard as your cheeks flushed even more.

Ayato smirked, letting the expression show on his face.

“This tea,” you said hesitantly, “What’s in it?”

Ayato hummed, pouring himself a cup, but not taking a sip. Instead, he brought it up to his nose and took in a deep breath.

“Delightful, isn’t it?” he asked you, “I asked my servant to brew this tea specifically. I find that it helps... relax my guests who are nervous.”

You licked your lips, mouth feeling dry at how he worded his sentence, “I, I see.”

“You see, my dear,” he continued his earlier sentence, “I hate small talk. I find it a waste of time when I can get to what I want to much easier. However, it seems as though you might not realize the true purpose of this meeting.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Is this... not a marriage interview?”

Your entire body felt hot now, and you could hear your own heartbeat. You swallowed harshly, feeling confused as you seemed to start sweating. The air inside seemed so cold against your skin now, and you felt hypersensitive to how short, how tight your kimono was.

The tightness made you squirm, trying to get comfortable, but failing miserably. The only thing you managed to do was make yourself feel even hotter- more sensitive to every tiny move.

What had been in your tea?

“It is dear,” he said, enjoying your reactions.

Really, it was just too refreshing to see you fight against yourself- against your body that he had forced an aphrodisiac in.

“However-”

“What-” you gasped, unable to take how sensitive you felt anymore, “What did you put into the tea?”

Ayato chuckled, setting his cup down and leaning over the table to grab your hand. He smirked when he saw you yank it away defiantly, holding it close to your chest.

“You still haven’t figured it out?” he tilted his head, “Well, I suppose the aphrodisiac has messed a little bit with your thinking processes. This is how it should be- the only think your mind should want- your body should want- is to spread yourself open and be filled up.”

“A-aphrodisiac!?” you gritted your teeth as your head span.

You rubbed your thighs together, trying to relieve the aching between your legs.

“It hurts, doesn't it?” Ayato asked you in fake pity, “It hurts to fight against your true nature- being under me. Serving me. Letting me use you the way I see fit.”

You snarled at him, desperately scrambling away from him as he stood up. However, your body was like jelly due to the drug, and you failed to get up.

Ayato, still amused, leaned down and put a hand in the middle of your chest, roughly shoving you into lying down. The young commissioner trapped you into the floor with both hands on either side of your head, face dangerously close to your.

You turned your head to the side, not wanting to look at him.

The proximity between your bodies felt oh so delicious. If you arched your back even a little, your chest would be pressed to his, rubbing against the cloth-

“You see, little mouse,” Ayato whispered into your ear, warm breath making all your hairs stand on edge, “My marriage interviews go a little differently. I like to test sexual compatibility. And I happen to love breaking little girls like you into submission.”

You panted, straining to your face away.

“So your little show of mouthing off earlier?” Ayato took the opportunity to lick a stripe up your exposed neck, making you gasp. “Oh, that was a nice sound,” he teased you, biting softly.

“F-fuck you,” you moaned out, squeezing your eyes shut.

“I will. I suppose you were trying to turn me off earlier with your defiance,” Ayato continued, “However, as I said, I love breaking brats in. So it was all for naught.”

Eyes flying open, you tried to use both hands to shove into his chest, only to find that it was rock solid. In a panic, you started kicking and thrashing around- anything to buy you a little time.

“HEL- mmph!!!”

Ayato growled and clamped his hand on your mouth, putting more weight on your body so you wouldn’t be able to move.

“Is everything alright, my lord?” a voice outside the sliding doors asked.

No!! you wanted to shout help me!

“Everything is alright, Thoma,” Ayato replied calmly, tightening his grip on you, “She just saw a bug fly in from the window and got scared.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, tears gathering in your eyes.

“...I see,” Thoma replied, “I will leave you to it then, my lord.”

As the footsteps faded, Ayato unclasped his hand from your mouth and grabbed your chin instead.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded menacingly, “Or I’ll make my servants come in and watch me take you on this floor like a whore.”

You whimpered, opening your eyes to see his face right in front of yours.

“Everyone in this estate and beyond knows what goes on during these marriage interviews,” he continued, “Your family purposely kept you in the dark about this.”

“They wouldn’t-”

“They would,” Ayato murmured, “They even included it in your profile- you’re a virgin, no? It’s been a very long time since I took someone’s innocence.”

His lavender eyes flashed in excitement, “I well enjoy taking your innocence. And if you’re lucky- I’ll be your first and last man.”

The tears from your eyes started falling, but Ayato paid no mind.

“Don’t cry,” he cooed, “You will never have a bad lay. Let me take what I want- it will feel good, I promise.”

Your breath hitched as his hands traveled down your body.

“Look at you,” he murmured, “all wrapped up for me to take. You look like a well trained whore like this.”

His hands found the swell of your breasts, causing you to yelp as he kneaded them through the fabric.

“Soft,” he commented.

You gasped as he continued his ministrations, the heat between your legs growing.

Your sash was undone next, allowing the blue haired man to slip your kimono off your shoulders and below your breasts.

The cold air caused your nipples to form stiff peaks, and Ayato wasted no time in capturing one with his mouth and sucking, while using his free hand to play with the other.

You let out a choked moan, your back arching against your will for more contact.

“You must be feeling so sensitive,” he whispered, “Not only are you a virgin, but the aphrodisiac could make a groan man fall into his knees.”

You whined as his tongue swirled around your nipple, softly biting it before switching to the other. His hand flicked and tweaked the one not in his mouth, his cold fingers making his touch that more delicious.

“Does it feel good?” Ayato asked, releasing your nipple with a pop, “Look how hard your nipples are.”

You shook your head desperately, “N-no, fuck!” You squealed as he pinched particularly hard and latched onto your mound, sucking harshly to leave dark red marks in his wake.

“And here I thought you looked like you were enjoying it,” Ayato chuckled darkly, “I suppose I’ll just have to force your body into feeling more pleasure.”

He reached behind him for his untouched teacup before taking a sip. He then squeezed both of your cheeks with a single hand, forcing your mouth open, before smashing his own onto you.

Your eyes widened as the liquid entered your mouth and down your throat, forcing you to swallow more of the drugged tea.

You had thought your body felt sensitive before, but it was nothing compared to the way it felt now.

“Good girl,” Ayato murmured, stripping more of your kimono off until you laid bare in front of him.

Reflexively, you closed your legs, causing the man to click his tongue at you.

“Don’t hide,” he ordered you, wedging his knee in between your legs.

He brought his knee up right against your clothed cunt, eliciting a gasp from your lips. The barely there pleasure made you shiver, your body betraying your thoughts and yearning for more.

His large hands moved from your breasts to your hips, forcing you to grind down on his thigh to relieve the pressure from your pussy.

“I can feel your cunt pulsing against my thigh,” Ayato hissed, “Fucking soaking through your panties. You little liar, your body betrays you.”

You mewled as his knee pressed against your clit and soon found yourself moving your hips on your own. Anything to get rid of the ache, the tension was unbearable.

“M-my lord-”

Ayato cut you off with a rough kiss, cutting off your words, “You can either call me sir or master,” he said pointedly against your lips, “Or are you already too fucked out to follow simple directions?”

“S-sir,” you keened out, moving your hips faster.

“Oh, it looks like your brain is still in tact,” Ayato noted, biting your neck, “Don’t worry, I will change that. I will train you to think of nothing but me and my cock.”

You gasped as he brought his fingers down to rub over your clothed clit, back arching and eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your first orgasm crashed into you, leaving you twitching and panting below the young commissioner.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Ayato growled, feeling his own cock throbbing at the sight in front of him, “you look like a brain dead little whore. Perfect for your role as my wife.”

Wife.

The single word caused you to have a momentary moment of clarity, panic setting in as you realized that this man was still holding you against your will and playing your body like a fiddle.

“N-not your wife,” you managed to spit out, mustering your best glare.

Ayato raised his eyebrows in surprise, “It seems as though you still have the ability to think yourself.” A hand came down harshly on your cunt, causing you to gasp again. “I will change that,” he promised you, spanking your pussy again, “You will learn that you will start thinking for me.” Ayato let out a mocking laugh, “I suppose you are right. You will be more of a fucktoy than a wife.”

In a quick motion, Ayato ripped off your panties, leaving you completely exposed.

“You’re cunt’s so sloppy,” Ayato pressed a few fingers between your legs. Still sensitive from your orgasm, your legs twitched and you tried to move your hips away from his digits. “So responsive too. I can smell you from here.”

Ayato pressed open mouth kisses in a trail down your body until he hovered over your legs, hot breath on your cunt.

“W-what- don’t look so close!” you panicked, trying to close your legs.

A quick, harsh slap was delivered onto your pussy, making you cry out.

“Fuck toys don’t get to tell me how to use my toy,” Ayato growled, diving into your cunt.

“A-ah!”

You couldn’t control your voice as Ayato licked a long stripe up your slit, circling around your clit teasingly with the tip of his tongue.

His eyes were fixated on your pussy, pink, leaking, and pulsing around nothing. He hummed as he continued to toy with your clit, flicking his tongue up and down and in different patterns to pull moans from your lips.

“S-sir!” you cried, hands tangled into his hair.

The stimulation was too much for your sensitive body, your senses heightened to heights you would never think was possible.

“That’s right,” Ayato purred, tongue delving into your hole, “lose yourself to me.”

Ayato continued to eat you out, drinking in your juices until he felt your walls start to tighten around his tongue. Lewd noises of slurping and whining echoed around the walls of the room and bounced out the window to travel the halls of the estate.

He withdrew his tongue, causing you to whine in protest, hips bucking up for more.

You were drunk on the pleasure he had forced on you, and he knew it.

Without warning, he plunge two long fingers inside your walls, thrusting and curling as his lips latched around your clit to suck harshly.

“Sir, sir, sir,” you repeated like a prayer as your back arched again.

“Cum.”

At his command, your back arched once more and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Sirrrr!” you whined loudly, entire body shuddering.

Ayato licked his lips, staring you down. No doubt half the estate had heard the noises you had made.

“You like making sure everyone knows you’re whoring yourself out to me?” Ayato mused, “Everyone can hear you whining and moaning. For a virgin, you act like a slut.”

Instead of feeling offended at his words, your pussy clenched. This didn’t go unnoticed by Ayato, who raised an eyebrow mockingly.

“You like being talked down to?” Ayato scoffed, “All women are the same. One orgasm- a lick of pleasure and they become nothing but brain dead toys.”

You could only pant, watching with half lidded eyes eyes as he started to remove his own clothing. His jacket went first, followed by his vest and shirt.

The sight of his chiseled body made you drool, legs twitching for more despite being thoroughly exhausted already.

He took off his belt next, with a quick promise that he would use it next time. His pants soon followed and the sight of his fully erect cock standing tall startled you. However, your yelp came out sluggish and borderline pornographic, causing the blue haired man to chuckle.

“B-big-” you stuttered out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit.”

His words alone made a new wave of heat gush through your body and you unconsciously opened your legs wider.

“So obedient,” he murmured, “I’ll make you the best trained slut of all of teyvat.”

He positioned himself between your legs, holding his cock in one hand to aim at your entrance. He brushed the tip against your folds, smearing precum messily.

You mewled as he tapped his dick against your clit, body jumping slightly.

“Look at your pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for a cock,” he teased, poking at your hole.

Without warning, he pushed inside, sheathing himself fully.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “So fucking tight.”

Your body tensed, unused to the feeling of being stuffed to the brim. Your walls stretched painfully as the last of your innocence was taken by him.

Tears gathered at the corner of your eyes, falling slightly at the pain.

“S-sir, hurts- I can’t- ah!”

At your complaint, Ayato pulled out completely before slamming himself back inside, “I decide what you can and can’t take,” he growled in your ear, using one hand to force you to look at him, “I gave you some time to adjust yet you have the audacity to fucking complain?”

He thrust up into your cunt again, “You’re making a mess all over my cock. You wanted this. Walls like a fucking vice, not wanting me to pull out of this pussy.”

As demonstration, Ayato pulled out slowly, letting you feel how your walls desperately tried to pull him back in.

“Take my fucking cock, whore,” he growled, snapping his hips against your own.

Not letting you adjust, he set a brutal pace, fucking into you like an animal. Your legs shook in the air from the force as the sound of him fucking into you echoed. Your pussy squelched every time he drove his cock back into you.

“Ah, ah, hgnn,” your moans became slurred as saliva dripped from your lips, “S-sirrrr.”

“Call for your fucking master,” he growled, one hand coming around your neck and squeezing, “Open your fucking mouth.”

You mindlessly obeyed him and he spit into your mouth. On instinct, you swallowed and your tongue poked out from your lips.

“Fucking slut,” he squeezed your neck harder, “Didn’t even need me to tell you what to do.”

His shifted a little, causing his cock to hit your sweet spot.

“F-fuck!” you moaned.

Your hips started moving on your own as you felt only pleasure, trying to get him deeper into your cunt.

“Please, m-mo- sir, please- ah, ah, ah!” you babbled, unable to ask for what you wanted.

Ayato grunted as your gummy walls became tighter, “Already so fucked out you can’t speak?” he removed his hand from your neck to stick his fingers into your mouth, “It’s okay. Cum dumps don’t need to speak.”

You choked as you tried to suck on his fingers, moaning the whole time.

He hissed as you tightened up again, pieces of his hair falling over his eyes. In your blurry vision you could make out the furrow of his eyebrows and his parted lips.

Even in this drunken haze, you could tell that Ayato Kamisato was a stunning man.

Lifting your gaze from his lips, your eyes met his. His eyes were proud, condescending almost, as he noticed your staring.

“What, you want a kiss?” he smirked, continuing to plow into you, “You have to use your big girl words.”

Mean, you thought to yourself. Ayato knew fully well you couldn’t ask for anything with the way his fingers were stuck down your throat and his cock was making you melt.

“Mmmm,” you whined, throwing your head back, arching your back.

The young lord chuckled to himself, lowering his head to place a chaste kiss on your neck before sucking down hard.

“Such a good fucking pussy,” he growled, “I’m gonna cum inside- fill this cunt up and make you mine. You think you’ll ever be satisfied with another cock after this?”

Fwop fwop fwop

“You fucking hear that? You’re drenched- you like the idea of me filling you up?”

You furiously shook your head, feeling the pressure in your stomach build up at his words. You were already so full, if he came inside you right now you would break.

“No-” you choked out, “I-”

Ayato, realizing you were fighting against your release, removed his fingers from your mouth, hand snaking down towards your clit, “I fucking told you-” you keened as he pressed down hard on your clit, “Cum dumps don’t get a fucking choice.”

A particularly hard thrust caused you to come undone, cumming all over his cock as he relentlessly chased his own release, “Shit- pussy, fucking vice grip. Take my cock- take my fucking cum.”

You whined, sensitive, “Master- sir! Too much, too much too much! Please- feels too- noo!”

Your legs shook as your pussy gushed more, squirting all over Ayato’s chest. The sight of you wrecked and trembling underneath him pushed the man over the edge, burying his cock inside and painting your walls white.

“Fuck,” Ayato groaned, caging you between his arms. The male leaned down, capturing your lips into a sloppy kiss.

“Sirr,” you whined as your pussy pulsed, ropes of cum being spilled inside, “Full- mmph.”

With a deep breath, Ayato lay down on his side next to you, shifting your body to stay buried inside your walls. The movement made you whine, feeling his cock move just the slightest bit inside your cunt.

You closed your eyes, head pounding. Ayato hummed, moving a piece of hair out of your face. He admired your flush cheeks and how your makeup ran down your face.

You were absolutely wrecked. He had no doubt he would be able to mold you into his perfect wife- willing to wait at home and ready for his cock at all times.

“Shh shh,” he hushed your cries as he pulled out of you, knowing you were sensitive, “Don’t let any spill out or I’ll have to push it back into you.”

You squinted your eyes open, “You...”

“Oh look,” Ayato tsked, seeing some of his cum pool out of your cunt, “I suppose this was only your first time. I shall get you a plug,” he murmured, swiping at the sticky substance between your thighs.

Deciding to take mercy on you, he brought his fingers to your lips to suck instead of pushing his cock back in.

Too tired to fight back, you obliged, letting him prod his digits inside your mouth. The heat and adrenaline caused by the aphrodasiac was finally fading, leaving your body boneless on the ground.

One hand carded through your hair and you briefly heard the man call for his servant in your sleepy haze. Too out of it to care that your naked body was on display, you closed your eyes and tried to listen to their conversation.

However, the two spoke in hushed voices, leaving your clueless.

“She needs lots of training, but she will make a fine wife,” Ayato told Thoma, causing the blonde male to beam.

“Great! I shall release an announcement immediately.”

And as you finally succumbed to sleep, you realized your fate was sealed.

Ayato Kamisato always got what he wanted.

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