”Who’s your Lieutenant?” Part 2
🩶🖤You’re Lute’s sworn rival among the exorcists, climbing the ranks and threatening Lute’s role as lieutenant… And Lute refuses to put up with that.🖤🩶
tags: smut, storyline (wow), lute x fem!exorcist!reader, top lute, dominant lute
warnings: dubious consent, oral sex, fingering, domination
The dining hall was bustling with chatter. The tables were full of the other Exorcists, chatting, gossiping, laughing. It was always a time of peace and joy here.
You were sitting in the middle of a conversation with a group of exorcists when you heard the telltale stomping of Lute.
Everyone went quiet.
Lute sat down at your table.
Everyone stared.
You swallowed thickly.
Lute didn't look at anyone, just ate her food.
The table was dead silent.
Finally, one exorcist had enough of the silence and asked Lute what was wrong. You stared at them in anticipation, waiting. Waiting for her to snap.
Lute looked up at the person who had spoken, and gave them the coldest smile.
"I'm feeling a little ill, that's all."
Her eyes then trailed over to you, and the rest of the exorcists at the table, and her grin grew. A grin?! Lute was never known to grin. And what was worse… She held a stare at YOU.
That stare was one of malice. Of anger. One that was directed towards only you. And it sent shivers down your spine.
And the table fell silent again.
—
It was now after dinner, and you were heading back to your dorm. You closed the door behind you, as you always did, and headed to your bed, scrolling through Tumblr mindlessly.
…A knock.
You furrowed your brows, wondering who it could possibly be.
Getting up, you walked to the door and opened it, only to be met with an aggressive shove backwards and into the wall, the door slamming behind the figure that had slammed you.
“You think you can just walk off like that? All smug and cocky about a spar?” Lute snarled, her face inches from yours. You could feel her breath.
You tried to shove her off, only for her to press her arm against your chest, pushing you into the wall even more. “Lute, I—“ You started, but she put her hand over your mouth firmly.
“Quiet.” She commanded. “It seems someone needs a reminder of who their commander is.”
And then, her lips were pressed against yours. Your eyes widened, and you let out a muffled squeak. What the hell was she doing?!
When Lute pulled away, she licked her lips. “…Less resistance than I thought. You want this, don’t you?” Lute hissed, an evil chuckle escaping her lips as one of her hands went to squeeze your chest, hard.
“You want to be fucked like a whore for being such a cocky little bitch.” Lute grabbed you by the waist before you could respond, pinning you down to the bed and beginning to grind against you like an animal in heat.
Her lips latched to your neck, sucking harshly on the skin and leaving hickeys, her sharp teeth grazing your neck and threatening to bite down.
You couldn't stop a moan from slipping out, your hands moving up to Lute's hair. Though Lute was pleased with this reaction, she didn’t show it quite yet— She wanted you screaming.
Her hands slipped to your pants, unbuckling your belt and yanking them down along with your underwear. "I should've done this a long time ago…" She muttered, pulling her own pants down.
Your hands were trembling, not sure what to do. This was all going too fast. You weren't even sure if you were ready, and your only attempt at protesting was shot down by Lute’s arm slamming into your throat, holding you firmly.
“Quiet. Or I’ll do worse.” She sneered.
With her fingers, she spread your lips and began to thrust them inside, the sudden movement eliciting a squeal from you. You could hear her chuckle in response.
She began to thrust her fingers at a brutal pace, making sure to hit every spot she could inside you. It was obvious she’d done this before, probing at all the right spots and abusing them to get you to squirm.
And oh, were you squirming. Your face was contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure, and your hands were gripping the bed sheets tightly. You were sure you were leaving scratches in them, and were trying not to let the pleasure overwhelm you. “A-Ahnnnn…!”
It was humiliating, being fucked like this. A hand on your throat, fingers pumping into your cunt like a piston, all by your lieutenant. And it felt good.
Lute added another finger, and you whimpered, your legs shaking.
You could feel yourself getting closer, your toes curling and your breathing heavy.
But before you could cum, she removed her fingers, leaving you panting and aching for release. “Such a whore.” Lute growled… And she began to readjust you, pulling down her pants.
“I’m a good lieutenant.” She chuckled sadistically. “So I’ll let you correct your mistake. Here’s the deal.” She growled, stripping her underwear off and forcing you on your knees as she sat on the edge of the bed.
“If you do a good job… I’ll let you cum. How’s that sound?” Lute chuckled, and grabbed your hair, pressing your face to her cunt.
You didn't have much of a choice.
Slowly, you licked at her folds, making Lute shiver and sigh. She tasted quite nice, actually… You could get used to this.
As you got a bit more confident, you pushed your tongue inside of her, your hands resting on her thighs. She was wetter than you were.
Lute was moaning above you, and you felt a wave of satisfaction wash over you. You were the reason she was making those sounds.
Suddenly, Lute pushed your face in closer, forcing you to eat her out faster. She was close, and her hips were rolling in time with the flicks of your tongue.
“Fuck… That’s it…” Lute groaned, squeezing her thighs around your head to ensure no escape… And soon, your mouth overflowed with hot, steaming cum, your lieutenant forcing you to lap it all up.
Panting, she looked down at you with a smug expression. You were covered in her slick, and a bit of her cum was dripping down your chin.
You swallowed thickly.
She leaned down.
“…Good girl.”
Ah, the fabled words. You couldn’t help but smile hazily, trembling. She had made a complete mess out of you.
Lute then sat back up, looking you up and down, as if debating what to do next. Then, she smirked.
She got on her knees and forced you to lay on the bed, her lips attaching to your clit and sucking hard, her fingers finding their way into your cunt again.
You arched your back and let out a high pitched moan, gripping the sheets and biting your lip. Lute was licking at your clit feverishly, as if trying to coax your orgasm out.
What’s more, she hummed into your pussy, sending vibrations through you. A good reward for a good girl.
You couldn’t handle it any longer, and your body tensed, your thighs squeezing around Lute's head as you came hard.
When Lute felt this, she pulled her fingers out and licked them clean, chuckling.
“Now… Who’s your lieutenant?”
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