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Debt Paid (Thomas Shelby Blurb)

Warning: Non-Con, Virginity Loss, CNC

It was a Friday afternoon when you were sent to Thomas Shelby's office in Birmingham and you felt like lamb led to the slaughter, ready to be devoured whole. Your father's debts had piled up high – so high it blackened your mother's delicate complexion and buried your little brother's innocence from a pauper's upbringing.

You had to settle these debts with nothing less than your innocence and purity. That is why you stood at the threshold of Thomas Shelby's office, your whole being shivering, your lungs collecting dust instead of air.

You could see that Shelby's office exuded rich mahogany furniture, intricately crafted wooden carvings on the walls, and large floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of Peaky Blinders territories below. Yet, despite the grandeur, it reeked of death and decay. Much like Shelby himself.

You stepped inside, softly like a cat, skulking into his presence.

Shelby looked up from the ledgers he was looking over, his dark hair falling into his piercing eyes. He was an intimidating sight, with a muscular frame and an air of authority that surrounded him like a cloak. You felt yourself shrinking before him, wishing you could be swallowed up by the large Turkish rug beneath your feet.

"You are quite a picture of innocence, eh" he said almost aggressively, causing you to shiver. "Come closer, Love," he ordered and you didn't move at first, rooted to the spot by fear and disgust.

"Please sir , I beg you not to do this. I will find another way, I promise." You said tearfully, uncertainty painted all over your face.

He didn't reply but rose from his seat, and you stumbled backward, trying to put distance between the two of you. But he moved swiftly, with a predator's grace, closing the space with each step.

He closed the door behind him and locked it, the metallic clatter of the key echoing in the silence that followed. Your heart hammered, fear gathering in your chest.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, squeezing your eyes shut as you walked towards his desk, shivering quietly.

"Don't be sorry," he murmured back, so close behind you that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. You felt his hand on your shoulder, turning you around. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, terror written all over your face.

"Now, I don't have all day, so I need you to be a good girl and bend over my desk," Thomas Shelby ordered you , his voice cold and detached. The room spun around you as his powerful hands spun you roughly around. The air smelled of cigar smoke, whiskey, and beneath that, something you couldn't quite put your finger on—submission.

Thomas Shelby's office made you shudder, with its rich mahogany outfitting and the countless rows of books lining every available wall space. The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the sprawling, prevailing Birmingham cityscape. It rendered you powerless beneath his iron grip, more vulnerable than ever.

"Please Mr Shelby. I don't - ," you whimpered, your voice wavering in desperation, but you were cut off by the gangster's hands who pushed you down against his Mahagony table.

"Sshh, quiet now," Shelby muttered darkly into your ear as he pushed you down, making you bend over against his desk. "Stay nice and still for me, Love."

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you began as you nodded in defeat while the much older man lifted up your skirt.

His calloused hands yanked your panties down your legs like a man possessed, causing you to wince in pain. His fingers found their way to your aching virgin hole causing you to stiffen and squirm beneath him. The sensation was foreign, as he slowly pushed his index finger into your dry hole.

"Fuck, Love. Your hole is so small," Thomas Shelby sneered as he continued to force his finger into you, drawing blood. The smell of iron filled the room, but he didn't seem to care. His grasp tightened around your wrists, making you gasp at the pain.

A wave of disgust and shame washed over you as he pulled his finger out and wiped it on his handkerchief, before placing same on his desk. The white fabric was stained with blood — your blood.

You then heard the man undo his belt , followed by the loud sound of his zipper leaving you trembling as you waited for him to assault you. The clicking sound of his belt was oddly loud in your ears, and every second seemed to stretch on forever. The thought of what Shelby was about to do to you made you queasy, and the entire situation started to feel surreal.

He grabbed one of your thighs and pulled it towards him, taking his place between your legs. Thomas Shelby's erect manhood touched your behind, feeling hot and smooth against your porcelain skin.

"You know, I've been wanting to fuck you since the moment I laid eyes on you," Thomas Shelby growled before placing a hand on your cheek.

He then licked his fingers and slowly rubbed them against your dry pussy lips, wetting your hole with his spit.

"Good girl. Nice and quiet now ," Thomas Shelby whispered gruffly, positioning himself behind you and aligning his manhood with your tight entrance. "This might sting a little," he warned as his coarse, raw length poked delicately against you, teasingly. Your heart pounded in your ears as he began to apply pressure, pushing inside your dry hole without an inch of yourself prepared.

A sharp, painful intake of breath escaped your lips as Thomas Shelby finally entered you with a steady thrust. Your inner walls stretched wider than ever before as he drove himself deeper inside, your blood smeared on the tip of his shaft.

"That's it, Love. Fuck," he hissed, pulling back almost entirely and slamming harder into you. The sound of your bones meeting ripped through the room, obliterating any sensible thought. Every thrust was more excruciating than before.

Tears flowed freely from your eyes, staining the polished mahogany underneath you as you strained to break free, but Shelby kept you pinned in place, brutally pounding your aching, battered hole.

"You are so tight, Love. Bleeding all over my cock," Thomas Shelby groaned as he continued to ravage your inexperience.

With every piston-like drive, the pain intensified, yet your feminine core trooper on, responding to the intrusion with a rhythmic trembling.

And so it continued, Shelby plowing into your tightness like an untamed beast, indifferent to the silent wails you tried to silence. His crown hit your cervix with each thrust, making you feel like your insides were on fire, and your voice continued to grow louder, sobbing from the pain.

"Please, no more. It hurts, it hurts!" you cried, trying to escape the agony by inching away, but there was nowhere for you to go, caged and cornered by his overpowering presence.

"I am almost done Love!" He responded, like this was some sort of natural, everyday activity that you should be forced to put up with. Your pain seemed to excite him more, and his thrusting grew more vigorous and relentless. You were just a body to him, a hole to fill, a source of pleasure.

"Just hold still for me now so that I can fill you up with my cum, sweetheart," Thomas Shelby commanded hoarsely, his grunts and moans reaching a frenzied pitch.

He took his time, savoring the sensation of your hot, wet pussy gripping him tightly. He closed his eyes and groaned, shuddering as he felt himself getting closer to reaching his orgasm.

"Fuck , yes, Love. I'm almost there. You're so fucking good," Thomas Shelby muttered through his gritted teeth, gripping your hips even tighter as, finally, he stilled.

He let out a low groan and you could feel the warm rush of his release as he filled you up, each spurt of his cum igniting another gasp of pain from you. He stayed there, buried deep inside you, as he caught his breath, before slowly pulling out.

You felt the mix of your blood and his cum drip down your thighs, leaving an undeniable mess on his expensive rug. Shelby stepped back, allowing you to stand up, wobbling on your feet.

He then handed you his handkerchief and ordered you to 'clean up'. Numbly, you followed his instructions, your hands trembling as they tried to remove every stitch of him from your body.

"Good girl ," Thomas Shelby commented, walking casually back to his desk and, after you finished cleaning yourself up, Shelby dismissed you with a flick of his wrist. "See yourself out," was all he said, as he returned to his papers, the loss of his attention sending you stumbling back to reality. Physically broken and emotionally decimated, the door slammed abruptly shut behind you.

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The Price to Pay (Cillian Murphy Blurb)

Warning: Dubious Consent

When you arrived in New York, at the tender age of eighteen, you never thought that life could be so cruel. You had just completed your freshman year, and an internship at a top-notch talent agency seemed like the perfect opportunity to gain some real-world experience.

You were keen to get your foot in the door of the acting world, having a fondness for drama throughout your adolescence. Who knew that this internship would plunge you into the depths of a depraved, immoral world in which you were nothing more than a plaything for the rich and famous?

"You know how women in this business get ahead, don't you?" your employer , a sleazy, overweight man named Harold, leered at you during your first week at the agency. "It's all about who you know and what you're willing to do for them," he said, suggestively licking his lips and letting his eyes roam freely over your petite figure.

"I am not going to do this kind of thing. I never even had a boyfriend before. This is disgusting!" you told Harold, thinking that this would shut him up but, much to your surprise, a week later, he made you a proposal.

"I have a client who is rather famous . I think he could help boost your career. I just need a small favor in return," he said with a sly smile.

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as your gut twisted in dread.

"What kind of small favor?" you cautiously asked and Harold became rather direct.

" Well, that client of mine has requested a meeting with you. Unfortunately, he cannot keep his hands off young, attractive girls like yourself and you are most certainly his type. And if you want to get anywhere in this industry, you need to play the game."

"So, you're offering me a choice between my integrity and my career aspirations? That's just great." You muttered, feeling a heavy weight settle in the pit of your stomach.

"Come on Y/N, all you need to do is spread your legs for two hours or so and let him stick his prick inside you and then you'll be on your way to stardom," Harold said with a drunken grin.

You were disgusted at the thought, but you were also aware of your own naivety. You only had $100 in your bank account, and you couldn't afford to pay your rent or tuition. You knew that if you didn't take this job, you'd be back at square one.

"Okay , I'll do it," you said reluctantly, your voice barely above a whisper, causing Harold to grin triumphally before setting up the date.

"If you see Lisa, she will tell you what to expect. She slept with him a couple of times before to get parts in movies," Harold added and it was indeed what you did.

Lisa was just one year older than you and had acted in several movies and Cillian was one of them. She too had sex with influential men to get ahead in her career. She looked young, but her eyes held a thousand stories you could never compete with, and you were grateful to have her guidance.

"He was the first guy I ever slept with. I had just turned 18. It was on his 46th birthday and Harold organised it," Lisa began, her voice barely above a whisper.

"And you never had sex before?" you asked Lisa , your voice wavering slightly as you struggled to process this new information.

She chuckled lightly and shook her head. "No, I was as nervous as you are and I think that is what gets him off the most. He likes being the first ," Lisa shared, her voice monotonous and distant. "I slept with him a few times, but the first time was the hardest. I remember staring at the ceiling, feeling his body on top of me and knowing that I could never get that moment back. I was vulnerable, and he knew it. I don't think I even uttered a sound, except for a slight whimper when he pushed in to me."

"God, the pain was unbearable," she continued, her voice low and filled with a heavy dose of shame. "I remember he came inside me, so much so that it ran down my legs and I was so sore the next day that I could barely walk when I auditioned for a show. But I kept my mouth shut," Lisa said, her voice trailing off. "I knew what I had to do to make it in this industry, and I was determined to do whatever it took."

The following day it was your turn to do whatever it took.

The door clicked shut as Harold left you alone in Cillian's luxurious penthouse suite after delivering you there and making the necessary introduction.

The silence was crushing as you took in your surroundings. Your pulse raced, your palms slick with sweat, as you nervously glanced about the elegantly decorated space. A beautifully carved wooden headboard, perfectly positioned to overlook the sparkling skyline, drew your attention, your heart sinking as you realized this is where the violating act would take place.

"Would you like a drink to calm your nerves?" Cillian asked you as you stood there trembeling , staring at the plush carpet. His voice was smooth and silky, a complete contrast to the rough and raw pontential of what he was about to do to your young, innocent body.

"I-I don't know..." you stuttered, unsure of how to respond as he assessed you, his manhood already straining against the expensive fabric of his trousers.

The idea of a drink repulsed you, but the thought of being alone with him in such an exposed state made your stomach turn. Reluctantly, you nodded, and he waved a hand towards the ornate bar in the corner of the room.

As he poured out a glass of amber liquid, you tried to steady your shaking hands. Liquid courage, that's what you needed. You took a tentative sip and felt the burn of the alcohol course down your throat, warming your trembling body.

"Harold tells me that you just turned eighteen and looking to make a name for yourself in this industry," Cillian said smoothly, his eyes fixed on your slender frame.

You nodded slowly, wondering where this was heading. Your mind raced with questions, but your fear kept you silent.

"Well, if you are good girl for me , I can definitely help you with that," Cillian said, his voice dripping with lewd intentions as he guided you towards the bed .

Your mouth went dry as you tried to shake your head, to protest, but your voice was caught in your throat. You knew what was coming next, and you couldn't stomach it.

"I don't really want to do this ," you stammered, your voice trembling.

"I know, but think of all the opportunities this could bring you, " Cillian purred, inching closer to you before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Come on, I will be gentle and promise it won't be that bad, " he whispered, nuzzling your neck.

"It's just, I never had sex before, " you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Even better, " Cillian murmured, his hand reaching up to cup your breast, giving it a squeeze through your dress. "This means that I get to pop that cherry of yours," he told you and you gasped as his other hand slid down your body, making its way beneath your dress.

He slipped his fingers beneath your panties, groaning as he felt your bald , shaved pussy. "Fuck, your hole is tiny," he growled, his fingers now tracing your slit.

"P-please don't do this," you stuttered, feeling tears spill from your eyes as a fresh wave of fear and resistance flooded through you.

"Sshhh, it's alright," he murmured, his mouth suddenly on yours again, kissing you hungrily as his fingers played with your labia. "I know you are scared, but just relax and let it happen."

His words were muffled as he spoke them around your lips and tongue, his fingers now dipping between your folds, exploring you gently and curiously, like a man trying something for the first time.

"Now why don't you take your clothes off for me," he murmured, as he pulled away from your mouth, his oceanic eyes meeting yours.

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest and your hands trembling with fear and anxiety, but the threat of his looming presence, towering over you, made your compliance instinctive.

You undid the buttons of your shirt slowly, his gaze devouring your young body with each piece of clothing you shed and, eventually, all you were wearing was some white cotton panties featuring a small stain of blood from when he had fingered you.

It was that innocence that excited him the most.

"Such a good girl," he praised you, sliding his hand over your collarbone and down your chest. You quivered under his touch, wishing you could disappear. Your fear mingled with disgust as his finger traced the outline of your breast, lingering on your nipple, hardening it. "Harold wasn't wrong. You are a stunning little thing."

Your skin crawled at his words, but you remained frozen, submissive under his touch, too paralyzed with fear to fight back.

He undressed himself quickly, revealing his toned physique, exaggerated by the soft glow of the dimmed lights. He was completely naked now, and you gasped at the size of his manhood.

"Lie down, sweetie," he commanded, and you obeyed and, with a shivering body, laid down on the large bed while he stroked his cock provocatively.

'Spread your legs for me,' he ordered and with a deep breath, you obeyed. You heard him gasp at the sight of your pure, perfect body before him. He noticed your blood-stained panties and his chest heaved at the prospect of claiming your innocence.

"Ah, sweetie, I see your panties are stained from when I fingered that virgin hole of yours. Let's have a look at it, shall we?" he drawled as he reached for the hem of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs. He paused for a second, marveling at your bare pussy, the folds pink and tight. "Perfect," he murmured as he spread your legs wider, exposing your bleeding slit to the cool air of the room.

He then ran his fingers over your blood soaked slit , causing you to whimper at the intrusive sensation.

"Such a tight little thing you are," he growled as he slipped a finger into your channel, pushing against the barrier of your virginity before pulling it out and wiping it on the sheets.

"It's going to be a snug fit ," he mused, admiring the sight of you lying there, exposed and vulnerable under his gaze. Your skin was flushed, your pulse quickened at his words. He was sizing you up, like a predator would its prey, and you couldn't help but feel like a lamb led to the slaughter.

"Well, let's see if we can stretch that hole a bit, shall we?" he smirked, climbing on top of you. His legs pinned yours down, spreading them wider apart.

The head of his thick cock nudged against your slick entrance, causing you to be startled by its girth and you squirmed under his weight, his hands gripping your hips fiercely, preventing you from moving.

"Wait," you whimpered, your voice trembling with uncertainty and fear. He looked down upon you, his piercing gaze holding your own. "Aren't you going to wear a condom?" you asked, swallowing hard and looking up at him with wide, scared eyes.

"No, I want to feel you bare. It's so much better that way," he replied eagerly while running the head of his cock over your slit.

"But, I'm not on birth control," you stammered, realizing how foolish it was to say such a thing at this point.

He smiled and braced his arms on either side of your head. "That's okay. I will give you the morning after pill when we are done," he whispered, before he began pushing the tip of his swollen cockhead against your entrance. The pressure of the head pressing against your innocence made you squirm and protest underneath him, but he didn't heed your pleas.

"Oh god, it hurts ," you cried out as he pushed in another inch, stretching your cherry to the brink.

"I know. It's alright . Just relax, baby," Cillian whispered soothingly, despite knowing that the pain was inevitable. "You are such a good girl for me," he told you , as he began pushing deeper, slowly and deliberately, tearing through the thin barrier of your innocence.

You couldn't help but let out a yelp, a combination of surprise, pain, and discomfort, as you lay there beneath him, legs trembling, hands fisted at your sides, nails digging into the luxurious sheets of the elegant suite. Your whole body tensed, tears streaming down your face, as he kept pushing forward until his entire length was buried deep inside of you, groaning out in pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so tight. I knew it was going to be good, but goddamn," Cillian muttered, starting to thrust in a slow, deliberate rhythm, savouring the feeling of your virginity tightly wrapped around his cock.

"Please...it hurts," you whimpered, trying to hold back the tears as you felt your body stretched and invaded beyond belief.

"Just relax and let me stretch you out," he grunted, slamming all the way inside of you, filling you up with his thick, swollen cock.

Your tight pussy burned with a throbbing sensation, your body still adjusting to the sheer size that was previously unknown to your innocent body.

Cillian smirked as he felt your virginity broken, your blood glazing the length of his shaft. You cried out in pain, your fingers digging into the plush fabric of the bedsheets beneath you. He reveled in your discomfort, savoring the feeling of your tight pussy clenching around him as he thrust deeper into your young, innocent body.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he grunted, his hips driving into yours with a ferocity that made your breath catch in your throat. "Look at me while I fuck you."

You yelped in pain, tears streaming down your cheeks as he mercilessly thrust himself into you, ripping through your innocence. Your young, untouched body screamed in protest, but Cillian showed no remorse.

"I am going to cum deep inside you," he growled, his hips slamming roughly against yours.

You felt disgusted, helpless as he ravaged your body, pushing himself to the hilt with each brutal thrust.

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as he buried himself deep inside of you. You whimpered softly, fighting the urge to cry as the pain intensified.

"Almost done , little one," Cillian grunted, breathing heavily as he slammed into you forcefully. With a final groan, he ejaculated, releasing himself deep inside your tight channel.

It felt like a burning hot poker stabbing you relentlessly, the sensation unbearable. The intimacy of his release within you made you shudder from its intensity. The aroma of his sweat hung heavy in the air, mingled with an undercurrent of blood - your blood, invading your innocence and leaving a trail of crimson on the creases of your thighs.

His grip on your wrists slackened, allowing you to wriggle free from his grasp and when he pulled out of you, you could feel his semen oozing out, coating your inner thighs in a slick, wet mess.

The pain radiated through your body with a vengeance, and you couldn't help but wince as you shifted on the bed, the sheets sticking to your damp skin.

"There are towels in the bathroom," Cillian said casually, gesturing towards the en-suite with a nod. "Clean yourself up."

A flush rose to your cheeks, as you looked away from him, the embarrassment lodging itself in your throat like a fist.

You had heard stories of young girls like yourself being taken advantage of in the entertainment industry, but you never thought it would happen to you.

When you stood up quietly, you felt his cum leak out of your pussy, a mix of pain, discomfort and shame pulsing through your veins. Your muscles protested as you walked on shaky legs towards the en-suite bathroom. Once inside, you locked the door behind you, and stared at your reflection in the mirror.

You cleaned up , using a warm washcloth to wipe the cum and bloodstains from your thighs, feeling the painful throb radiate from within and when you retreated from the bathroom, Cillian handed you a packet containing a single pill.

"Take this. It's the morning-after pill. Make sure to take it tonight. Filming starts tomorrow," Cillian said, his tone flat.

His words echoed in your ears as you took the pills from him, feeling numb with shock and disgust. You wanted to scream and shout, to tell him that he had no right to do this to you. But all you could manage was a weak "thank you" before turning away from him and gathering your things.

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Drugged (Thomas Shelby Blurb)

Warning: Non-Consensual Smut, CNC

"Ssh it's okay sweetheart," Tommy whispered into your ear as he unbuttoned your blouse while you were laying on his large king sized bed.

He yanked the blouse aside and pushed down your bra. "Wait, no. I don't want to do this," you managed to say in a trembling voice as you felt drowsy from the drink he had given you twenty minutes ago.

"I know you are scared, but it's going to be fine, I promise," he paused for a second and caressed your cheek, then dipped his head to kiss you softly on your lips.

His tongue explored your mouth bytes and thrusts, tasting the champagne and the sweet taste of your lips.

"No please don't. I'm a virgin," you tried to protest again, but the alcohol-laced drink was taking its toll, making you dizzy and weak.

"Oh sweetheart. That's okay. It will only hurt for a second or two," he whispered soothingly as he lifted up your skirt to reveal your cotton panties.

"But I don't want to do this," you managed to say, fighting to keep your eyes open.

Tommy let out a deep sigh and kissed your neck softly, then whispered in your ear, "And I am sorry it had to be this way my sweet girl, but you rejected me for long enough," he told you as he gently slid your underwear to one side and ran a finger over your slit.

You gasped and tried to wriggle away from his touch, but he was too strong for you, arms and legs pinned down, unable to even squirm away his face impassive and relaxed as he traced a finger along your tight dry hole.

He then parted your pussy lips with two of his fingers and groaned. "Oh god your opening is so small," Tommy said as he roughly pushed a finger inside you, causing you to yelp in pain.

"I am sorry Love," he whispered as he pushed his finger in and out of your sore vagina, trying to stretch and loosen you.

You squirmed and tried to fight back but you were no match for his strength.

Within moments he was pushing two fingers inside you, causing you to cry out loud.

"Oh god it hurts," you whimpered as tears rolled down your cheeks.

But Tommy didn't stop, he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, stretching you and loosening you.

"That's it Love, you're doing well, eh," he said with a hint of pride in his voice. "I know it hurts but you have to be brave for me just a little longer, alright?"

You nodded through your tears, and he rewarded you with a soft kiss on your forehead. "Good girl."

Tommy pulled his fingers out of you and reached over to his nightstand to retrieve some lubricant.

You couldn't help but gaze at his cock as he prepared himself, lubing up his shaft. It was long and thick, and you couldn't imagine how it was going to fit inside you.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," Tommy reassured you as he positioned himself between your legs.

He spread your pussy lips again with his fingers and guided the tip of his cock to your entrance.

You closed your eyes and braced yourself for the pain, praying that it would be over soon.

"Here we go Love, just breathe," Tommy said as he began to apply pressure.

You felt your body resisting, trying to keep him out, but it was no use.

Slowly, he pushed himself inside you, and you screamed out in pain.

"I'm sorry, Love, I am sorry it had to be this way," Tommy said once more, his voice strained as he tore through your hymen.

With a tremendous effort, he forced himself all the way inside you, stopping only once he bottom out. His cock was fully sheathed in your tight vagina, his balls resting against your ass.

"Oh god!" you cried out in pain, your whole body tensing up as you felt a stinging sensation that you never thought possible.

Tommy's body tightened in response to your cries. He looked down at your tear-stricken face, his expression flickered between pain, worry, and frustration.

"I'm sorry, Love," he whispered, kissing you on the forehead before Withdrawing himself slowly. "Just a bit longer, eh?"

Tommy murmured, biting his lower lip as he pushed back in and felt your tight vaginal muscles squeeze around his cock. "You feel so fucking good around me, do you know that?"

In response, you cried out in pain as Tommy began to thrust into you again, the harsh grunts and groans of pleasure falling from his lips growing louder with each brutal stroke. Your head knocked back into the pillow, tears streaming down your cheeks, as your body attempted to adjust to the trauma being inflicted upon it.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock so well," Tommy grunted as he continued to thrust in and out of your sore pussy. His lips found yours once more in a brutal kiss, muffling your whimpers.

" Shhh, I'm sorry, Love. I'm sorry," Tommy kept whispering as he continued to thrust, your desperate moans, cries, and sobs lost between kisses.

His cock was relentless and would not give up as it pistoned in and out of you. Your legs were trembling, the muscles spasming and trying their best to shut him out.

Meanwhile, Thomas Shelby's hand was tangled in your long, brown hair, using it as leverage as he powered into your tender, broken body.

He could feel the tense resistance of your virginity as it gave way to his forceful intrusion, and the pain that followed was a small price to pay for the satisfaction of conquering something so precious.

Thomas grunted and swore as he continued to thrust into you, feeling the tight grip of your body around his cock increasing with every stroke. He looked down and saw your face scrunched up in agony as you tried to adjust to his size, but his increasing pleasure drowned out any sympathy that may have arisen.

With every thrust, the tight friction of your unprepared body gripped his cock, begging for release.

"Goddamn, girl. You're so fucking tight," Thomas grunted, grabbing onto your hips for better leverage as he prepared himself to ejaculate deep inside you. "And I am going to cum so hard, Love."

"No, please don't," you managed to say in a shaky voice, tears still streaming down your cheeks, but your plea fell on deaf ears.

Thomas pressed himself in deeper, grinding his hips into you as he released his semen inside your already aching-from-pain pussy.

"Sssh, it's okay Love. It's almost over. Fuck," Thomas groaned into your ear as he convulsed, his cock twitching inside your abused pussy, filling you with his warm cum.

You couldn't help but wince as he came inside you, the painful sensation of his seed filling every inch of your tight pussy sending waves of discomfort throughout your entire body.

It was a sticky and wet feeling, and you could feel his cum seeping out of your pussy, trailing down the crack of your ass and onto the bedsheets beneath you.

Thomas, his body now still and spent, rolled off of you and collapsed onto the bed next to you.

His chest was still heaving, his breaths slowing down, and you could hear his satisfied grunts and groans as he lay there, savoring the afterglow of what he had just done to you.

You, on the other hand, were lying there crying, tears streaming down your face as you stared blankly up at the ceiling. You could feel his warm, wet seed mixed with the blood from your now-torn hymen slowly seeping out of your pussy, leaving you feeling violated, dirty, and devastated.

"Why?" you managed to whisper, your voice shaking as you struggled to come to terms with what had just happened.

Thomas didn't respond right away, but after a few seconds, he sat up and turned to face you.

"Why?" he echoed, a hint of surprise in his voice. "I thought it was clear, Love. You were mine for the taking."

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Cheeky Cilly Project

Send me and my wife @darkshelbyfiction your darkest CILLIAN MURPHY fantasies, and one of us will write it up…

No vanilla requests please! No requests for his characters please!

Prompts: DDLG, CNC, BDSM, Daddy Kink, Role Play? Even dirtier than that! We are all ears!

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The Nanny Diaries (Part 4)

Pairing: Dark Cillian Murphy x Innocent Reader

Warning: Dubious Consent, Smut

The morning following your encounter with Cillian, you found yourself lost in thought, reflecting on the gravity of the situation. Your guilt, shame, and confusion swirled together, filling you with turmoil. How could things escalate so rapidly?

While Lorna was away shopping for groceries and with the Murphy children in care, it was only you and Cillian at home when you woke up the next morning, sore and red from the previous night's encounters. It seemed as though the world around you flickered and shifted, becoming surreal, clouded by foggy memories of what had transpired.

Knowing full well that you would be on your own with him again, you nervously walked downstairs around the spacious kitchen trying desperately to quell the fear growing steadily within you.

"Good Morning Y/N, did you sleep well?" Asked Cillian, pouring himself a cup of coffee while watching you intently. His piercing gaze sent waves of unease coursing through your veins, sending your pulse racing wildly beneath your skin.

Trying valiantly to disguise your discomfort, you managed a weak smile, replying nervously, "I think so."

He returned your feeble gesture with a subtle smirk, savoring the taste of his brew.

"Are you sore?" he inquired mischievously, looking straight into your eyes, invading your personal space without remorse. Unable to suppress a wave of panic, you couldn't help but notice the intensity of his stare, which seemed to probe deeply into your soul.

Swallowing hastily, you glanced downwards momentarily before answering. "Not anymore..." you lied, attempting to hide any visible signs of discomfort.

"That's surprising, considering how much time I spent inside you last night," he said smoothly, sipping his coffee and fixing his intense gaze on you once more.

Anxiousness rose sharply within you as his perceptive nature penetrated your carefully constructed façade. To break free from his scrutiny, you reached for a cupboard, pretending to search for something to eat.

"You took me really well," he added playfully, making no attempt to mask his intentions. This remark caused another surge of panic to rise within you, leaving you struggling to maintain composure.

"And even let me cum inside you, which means that, today, you are probably still leaking my seed," he continued boldly, gesturing towards your lower region before approaching you with a wicked grin spread across his face.

"I will need to get the morning after pill, Cillian," you blurted out suddenly, your voice laced with apprehension.

"That's probably a good idea but, maybe before you do, I can fill you up some more?" suggested Cillian suggestively, moving closer to you while taking your hand and leading you towards the dining room table.

"I am...uhm...," you stammered, protesting weakly/ "We shouldn't do this," you argued feebly, unable to stand your ground in the face of his undeniably attractive demeanon.

"We already did it Y/N. My cock has already been inside you last night," Cillian said persuasively, leaning forward and brushing a lock of hair behind your ear seductively. Intrigued yet anxious, you found yourself helpless against his alluring charm. He noticed your hesitation and decided to seize the opportunity further. "Think about it…you want to take the morning after pill anyway. So why don't we make it worth it?" he proposed smoothly before spinning you around to place you firmly against the table. The musky scent of desire hung thick in the air as Cillian's large palms traced down your clothed back.

"Bend over," commanded Cillian sternly, pushing you firmly onto the wooden surface of the dinner table. His authoritative tone left little doubt as to what would happen next.

With unwavering determination, he pulled down your PJ pants, exposing your tender flesh to his hungry gaze. Feeling vulnerable and powerless, you struggled to suppress a whimper as he approached you.

"Look at you, legs spread and ready for my cock. That's my girl," Cillian murmured approvingly, admiring your exposed form, letting his eyes roam across your silhouette before closing the distance between you two. Reaching downward, he gripped your ass possessively, claiming ownership over your body as he brought you flush against his rigid frame.

"Your pussy is still quite swollen and red from last night, isn't it?", he taunted knowingly, evoking a shiver of dread deep within you. Surrounded by walls of temptation, resisting became increasingly difficult.

Desperate for release, you allowed him access to your core, giving way to primal instincts as they took control. Bracing yourself on the table, Cillian pushed down his boxer shorts and positioned himself at your entrance.

"So, you might feel a little sore since your opening hasn't yet entirely healed from our earlier session," he observed coolly, rubbing his thumb along your sensitive area.

Feeling self-conscious and embarrassed, you winced reflexively upon contact, but Cillian merely chuckled at your reaction.

"Let go of your inhibitions, Y/N. Remember how much pleasure I gave you," he whispered reassuringly, seeking entry with his rigid manhood. Clenching your teeth tightly, you tried to muster up enough courage to relax your muscles. Fear and uncertainty plagued your heart, yet you wanted nothing more than to satisfy Cillian's needs.

As his hardness probed deeper, you gritted your teeth, tensing involuntarily despite his gentle encouragement. Unperturbed, Cillian persisted, nudging you slowly and rhythmically until you began to adjust to the invasion.

"Relax, sweetheart. Let me show you just how amazing it can be when someone truly knows what they're doing," he urged softly, allowing his fingers to slide along your clitoris, eliciting a trembling response from your body.

As the warmth between your thighs intensified, so too did the fervor in Cillian's movements. Tightening his grasp on your hips, he delved deeper and faster, drawing cries of ecstasy from your lips.

Growing accustomed to his forceful thrusts, you surrendered fully to the euphoria coursing through your veins, embracing each rippling wave of delight with open arms.

The kitchen echoed with your gasps and moans, serving as a soundtrack to your mutually satisfying exploration. The weight of his body pressing against yours exacerbated the physical bond between you both, enhancing the connection beyond mere words. Lost in the throes of passion, there was no time nor reason to dwell on the consequences of this illicit affair.

As you neared the peak of your climax, Cillian wrapped one arm around your waist, anchoring you securely while his other hand teased your nipples expertly. The sensual assault on your senses proved almost impossible to ignore.

Arching your back slightly, you cried out loudly, your entire body convulsing with the most powerful orgasm you had ever experienced.

"Oh God! Oh my god!" You uttered breathlessly, feeling your insides contract incessantly as waves of ecstasy consumed you completely.

"Good girl. Keep taking it like that. Just think of me buried deep inside you. Yes, right there, baby. Can you feel it?" Cillian praised you amidst your lustful trance, stroking your cheek lovingly. As if hypnotized, you nodded absentmindedly, allowing him complete control over your body. Every movement, every touch, every word served to heighten the fierce arousal consuming you whole.

"I am going to fill you up now. Take me deep inside you, okay?" Cillian asked softly, holding your gaze with an unmistakable confidence. Your head dipped in submission, acquiescing to his demand, a blush creeping across your complexion. With swift precision, he thrusted back into you deeply, pushing himself up against your cervical opening.

It hurt like hell, but you bit your lip, enduring the pain bravely.

"Fuck. Here it comes," Cillian groaned, erupting hotly within you, causing a small cry to escape your lips.

His seed flowed freely into your waiting depths, triggering a mix of relief and satisfaction that swept through your system.

As he pulled out and stepped back, you felt a familiar twinge emanating from your aching passage and, before you had a chance to stand up, Cillian dipped his finger into your raw hole.

He then spread his cum all over dripping entrance and said "good girl, you did well," before running his cum soaked finger over your rear entrance.

"What are you doing?" you breathed uneasily, stunned by his actions as, slowly, his digit penetrated your anus opening.

Gasping audibly due to the unexpected stimulation, you fought valiantly to regain your composure as Cillian began circling his finger menacingly before gathering more of his cum from your sore pussy before pushing it into your anus.

Shame and guilt threatened to consume you, but his assertiveness quelled those feelings as his fingers continued to probe your newly opened orifice.

Cillian smiled smugly, reveling in his dominance over you. "Don't worry, it won't hurt anymore once I'm done stretching you out," he assured, attempting to ease your discomfort. However, hearing these words only managed to evoke more anxiety rather than alleviate it. Still, you remained steadfast under his guidance, allowing him to push boundaries previously untouched.

Having grown somewhat numb to the initial intrusion, you submitted passively to Cillian's ministrations, accepting his authority without resistance.

Gently massaging your tender entrance, he sought to comfort you, whispering tenderly, "Just let go, sweetheart. It will get better soon." Though the prospect seemed farfetched, your trust in Cillian convinced you otherwise.

In an attempt to distract you from the burning sensation, Cillian moved lower and began to play with your breasts, rolling and pinching the soft mounds skillfully. Drawing circles around your nipples with his tongue, he alternately teased and kissed your supple skin, sending electric shockwaves through your body.

"Your ass feels so good, so tight," he marveled, unable to contain his excitement, by which point you could feel his cock becoming erect again, pressing against your thigh.

"You have such a beautiful body," he complimented sincerely, leaning forward to plant a light kiss on your back. He knew exactly where to strike to make you weak in the knees. Glancing down, your face flushed with anticipation as he caressed your shoulders intimately.

"Why do you bother trying to fight it? We both know that this attraction is undeniable. Embrace it."

Staring blankly into space, your thoughts tangled in confusion and tears welled up in your eyes as Cillian pulled out his finger and wiped off any remaining residue onto his shirt.

"Do you think you can take my cock again tonight, sweetheart?" He posed with a seductive grin, invading your mental turmoil.

Swallowing nervously, you nodded hesitantly, unsure whether you were agreeing to continue their sexual escapades or simply succumbing to Cillian's relentless charm. But regardless of your true intentions, he appeared satisfied, asserting his dominance once more over your life.

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The Nanny Diaries (Part Three)

Pairing: Dark Cillian Murphy x Innocent Reader

Warning: Dubious Consent, Smut

Inside the bathroom, you quickly cleaned your hands, trying desperately not to let anything show. Turning to Cillian, who had regained some composure, you prepared to leave the room quickly without being seen and, luckily for you, Lorna hadn't ventured farther upstairs by this point.

"I will come and see you in your room after my wife goes to sleep," Cillian proposed softly, sealing his lips over yours for a brief second before pressing his forehead against yours before he ushered you out of the bathroom discretely.

As you made your way back to your room, fear began to creep in once again. This whole encounter with Cillian was far beyond anything you thought possible for someone like you - fresh faced and virtuous.

Something like this was not supposed to happen. It wasn't fair that such dark desires existed deep within you, and they were now manifesting themselves in ways that would forever change the course of your life and, yet, you wanted more.

More of these intense encounters that stirred something primitive within you, despite the consequences that came along with them. The very idea scared you, and yet the allure persisted strongly enough to push away any reservations. It appeared as though you had entered a world where sexuality and sin intertwined, tearing apart your moral fabric piece by piece.

After dinner, you retreated to your room exhausted from today's events. Curling up underneath the covers, sleep eluded you as the evening wore on.

Disturbing thoughts ran rampant throughout your restless mind, tormenting you with images of Cillian and the deviant acts you partook in earlier. Closing your eyes, you tried in vain to silence those unwelcome visions. But instead, they only intensified. Each image brought about feelings of shame and desire that confused and terrified you until, at around midnight, your bedroom door opened quietly.

Stepping inside, Cillian closed the door behind him wordlessly, his presence alone speaking volumes.

His entrance caused your blood to race wildly through your veins, leaving your heart pounding in your chest. Unable to meet his gaze directly, you lowered your eyes in modesty. Naked save for a sheet covering your lower half, you sat awkwardly on the edge of your bed, still struggling to reconcile the conflicting emotions surging through you.

Seeing your nervous demeanor, Cillian took a seat beside you, carefully positioning himself closer.

Inhaling deeply, he leaned forward, nuzzling your neck softly while whispering endearments into your ear. "There's no need to be afraid," he assured you tenderly, running gentle fingers through your locks.

"We shouldn't be doing this..." you argued weakly, finding yourself unable to deny his advances even in light of your own doubts.

The smell of his cologne mixed with the faint traces of soap lingering on his skin enveloped you in an enticing aroma, drawing you deeper into the web of seduction he weaved around you.

"Don't worry," he reassured you gently, brushing a kiss against your cheekbone. "This doesn't make you a bad person." His words offered comfort, offering relief amidst the turmoil of your thoughts.

Unbidden tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to betray the fragile peace you were attempting to maintain. Swallowing hard, you fought back the urge to break down as his arms wrapped protectively around you.

"It's okay to feel this way," he whispered softly, rubbing circles on your back in a calming motion. "Guilt is normal but so is what you want, which is clearly something your boyfriend is not going to give you," he continued, slowly pulling you towards him.

Your resistance wavered momentarily as you allowed yourself to be consumed by his embrace. Burying your head into his shoulder, you mumbled a feeble apology for giving in. However, Cillian simply held you tighter, kissing the top of your head affectionately.

"Come on, lie down for me. I will make you feel better," suggested Cillian softly, guiding you onto the plush mattress beneath you. Reluctantly, you complied, allowing him to remove the thin cotton sheet that concealed your bare legs.

Exposing you fully, Cillian hoovered over you, trailing a finger across your thigh suggestively. With every stroke, goosebumps formed on your skin, a testament to your growing unease.

"Relax," he whispered softly, reaching up to brush strands of hair aside that fell over your face. As he did so, his fingertips grazed your exposed neck, causing shivers to run through your entire frame. "Just allow yourself to enjoy it," Cillian cooed, placing featherlight kisses along your jawline before, finally, kissing your lips softly. This action unleashed a whirlwind of emotions within you, bringing forth a mixture of guilt, desire, and helplessness as you wrestled with the notion of succumbing to temptation.

"Take a deep breath," Cillian encouraged gently, sensing your distress. As he pressed a slow, tantalising kiss upon your neck, you found yourself responding instinctually. Desire coursed through your body, leaving you achingly aware of how close he was to you.

He traced his tongue delicately along your throbbing pulse point, sending shards of passion piercing through your core. Breaking the spell briefly, he raised his head to look into your eyes.

"Cillian," you murmured hesitantly, searching for understanding within his eyes. "I don't know if this is right…" Your voice trailed off uncertainly. "My boyfriend will not forgive me for cheating on him," you admitted cautiously, a hint of anxiety laced in your tone.

"Trust me," he replied resolutely, cupping your face in his palms tenderly. "Nothing will happen. He will never find out," promised Cillian, stroking your hair lovingly. "Everything here stays between us," he added assuringly, running his hand down your side until reaching your hip.

"Now, be a good girl and spread your legs for me," he requested smoothly, his voice filled with confidence. In response, you obeyed hesitantly, feeling a mix of dread and anticipation swirling within you. Slowly, Cillian moved closer, his cool hands skimming over your flesh, igniting sparks everywhere they touched. Every touch heightened your excitement levels, making it difficult to think clearly.

Running his fingers over your inner thigh, Cillian's movements grew bolder, igniting an inferno within you. Your breath hitched when he caressed your secret places, the heat radiating from his palm scorching your sensitive skin before, suddenly, he pushed two of his digits past your folds. You cried out involuntarily, startled by the new sensation filling you.

"Ssshhh, such a good girl," he admonished gently, moving his fingers rhythmically to match the tempo of your increasing breaths. Your body quivered under his ministrations, surrendering itself completely to the wave of pleasure washing over you.

With each passing minute, you became more and more lost in the depths of ecstasy that engulfed you.

Emboldened by your responsiveness, Cillian increased the intensity of his stimulation, knowing full well the extent of his influence over you.

"Your pussy is so wet for me already," he observed astutely, his thumb circling your clitoris expertly. Your moans echoed around the bedroom, resonating through the walls. Your entire body felt as though it was on fire, yearning for release.

"So small and tight... you really are a virgin," he mused aloud, amused by your lack of experience.

Despite your initial reluctance, the sensual atmosphere seemed to take hold of you, awakening newfound passions within. Overwhelmed by the sudden influx of arousal, your mind drifted away from reality, becoming fixated solely on the physical sensations assaulting your body.

"Fuck, I really want to put my cock inside you," he confided huskily, his breath hot against your ear, causing you to panic. "Would you let me do this to you?" he insisted gently, stroking your hair away from your face.

"Please," he implored persuasively, captivating you with his mesmerizing stare. "Just for a little bit," he continued.

"But it's wrong!" you protested weakly, battling with your conscience as you thought about your boyfriend and Lorna.

"Not if we just do it once," he claimed seductively, nibbling playfully on your neck. "I will just put it in for a little bit and if it hurts too much, I will pull it back out," he reassured you.

As his warm breath caressed your neck, a sense of longing overcame you. Torn between loyalty and lust, you struggled internally to decide whether to submit to his desires or stand firm in your convictions.

"Do you think that it will hurt a lot?" you asked timidly, breaking eye contact for fear of losing sight of reason.

"No, not a lot. It will only hurt a little bit when I first put it in," Cillian reassured you calmly, his fingers continuing to trace patterns over your skin. "And I promise you that I will be careful."

Avoiding eye contact, you nodded apprehensively, torn between curiosity and fear. "Okay, but just for a little bit," you agreed resignedly, a heavy weight settling on your shoulders.

Feeling emboldened by your consent, Cillian pulled your legs apart wider to grant easier access before pulling down his boxer shorts and exposing his rigid erection. Stroking your inner thigh with the tip of his manhood, he watched intently as your pupils dilated further at the sight of him.

"I need you to relax now," he commanded authoritatively, his voice carrying a note of determination. Gulping nervously, you complied, trying to still your trembling limbs.

His eyes bore into yours, conveying a level of control that made you question your decision. Nerves threatened to consume you, yet you reminded yourself that there would be no permanent damage done – this encounter would remain secret forever.

As he positioned himself in between your spread legs, his intent gaze captured yours, searing straight through your soul.

"Try not to make too much noise when my cock goes in. The door doesn't lock completely, and we don't want Lorna to walk in on us," warned Cillian, punctuating his statement with a slight tap of his index finger against your chin. Fearful of the consequences, you nodded fervently, promising silence.

"Okay. I will try to be quiet," you agreed nervously, your heart racing rapidly in your chest. Closing your eyes, you took several deep breaths, attempting to steady your erratic pulse.

"Good girl. That's it, just breathe in and out deeply," he instructed gently, holding your chin while maintaining eye contact. His touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, amplifying your trepidation.

Nervously, you followed his advice, focusing all your energy on controlling your breath. Meanwhile, Cillian prepared himself meticulously by stroking his cock and aligning it with your virgin hole.

"I will fuck you bare, alright? It will feel better that way," Cillian announced with a hint of authority, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

"I am not on the pill though," you revealed hesitantly, glancing away momentarily due to embarrassment.

"Don't worry. I won't cum inside you. I will pull out," Cillian said, drawing circles on your stomach.

"Okay..." you mumbled nervously, your mouth dry despite your attempts to stay composed.

Lifting his hips slightly, he aligned his erect member perfectly with your entrance, teasing you with the exquisite pressure building beneath you. His fingers left your skin as he grasped his length determinedly, his expression intense with purpose.

The room seemed to spin wildly around you as you lay flat on your back, your whole world reduced to the man looming over you, poised to enter you.

"Good girl, now hold still for me," Cillian demanded sternly as he began to push inward, causing you tense up.

"Relax and allow my cock to stretch you slowly," he soothed softly, rubbing gentle circles across your lower abdomen. "It might hurt a little at first, but after a minute or two it will be fine."

Trembling, you forced yourself to relax, allowing him entry as, slowly but surely, he broke your hymen with his penetration. As pain shot through your body, tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. But, fighting them back valiantly, you held onto the hem of the duvet sheet covering the bed, digging your fingers into it to distract yourself from the discomfort.

"Ssshh, it's okay. Let it go, I am half-way in," whispered Cillian soothingly, placing his other hand lightly on top of yours, which were squeezing the sheet tightly. Gradually, you released your grip, succumbing to the pain, which quickly gave way to a strange, unfamiliar feeling - the invasion of something foreign yet tantalising, pushing deeper and deeper into your body.

"Is it supposed to feel like this?" you managed to ask haltingly, finding it hard to concentrate amidst the haze of pleasure and pain-induced confusion. "This feels different, strange almost…", you trailed off uncertainly, your brow furrowing with uncertainty.

"It does," admitted Cillian, his tone somewhat detached from the subject matter as he looked down to where his cock was buried within you, his expression enigmatic.

He rocked his hips subtly, letting you adjust to the size and angle of his organ. You winced again as another rush of pain hit you, prompting a sharp gasp from your lips as a small amount of blood trickled out from between your parted labia.

The sight of the crimson liquid elicited a visceral reaction from Cillian, whose eyes flared with hunger whereas your eyes filled with concern.

"Don't worry. It's normal, sweetheart," he murmured reassuringly, pulling out momentarily to wipe away the traces of blood with a tissue.

Your cheeks flushed bright red as you tried to mask your shame behind a facade of nonchalance. "Maybe we should stop," you suggested cautiously, the words coming out as a faint whisper.

"Just a little longer, please. Trust me," pleaded Cillian earnestly, his hands resting tenderly on your hips. "You will get used to having my cock inside you. I promise," he reassured.

"Okay," you conceded finally, closing your eyes and bracing yourself mentally as he lined himself up with your sore opening. With both hands placed gently on either side of your waist, he pushed forward once more, causing a wave of pain to course through your body.

"Almost there, just bear with it," encouraged Cillian, his rhythmic thrusts making it increasingly difficult for you to focus on anything else besides the burning sensation.

"You are opening up for me now. I can feel it," noted Cillian approvingly, a smirk playing on his lips as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

Swept along by the rhythm of Cillian's movements, your walls gradually yielded to his relentless advance, creating an entirely new sensation.

"There! That's it," exclaimed Cillian triumphantly, pausing briefly to savor the milestone achieved together.

"Are you okay?" he asked, reaching out to cradle your head.

"Yes... it hurts less now," you replied honestly, marveling at how quickly time had passed since your initial resistance.

"Great, then turn around. I will take you from behind," requested Cillian huskily, turning you onto your knees and leaning you over the edge of the large bed. Your body felt alien underneath him, unaccustomed to such treatment, your mind racing wildly, unsure what was expected of you. But your instincts kicked in, guiding you effortlessly into the desired pose without protest, your back arched gracefully.

As you knelt facing the foot of the bed, Cillian mounted behind you, his arms encircling your waist possessively.

Positioning his thick shaft at your wet entrance, he eased himself inside you tentatively, ensuring you were ready for the fullness of his rod. The sudden invasion caused you to jerk involuntarily, causing him to pause and let out a low groan, his frame straining with desire.

"This looks so good. Sweet and tight. Just perfect," complimented Cillian huskily, tracing his thumb leisurely along your exposed shoulder blade. Embarrassed by his comment, you blushed profusely, struggling to hide your feelings of self-consciousness.

Undeterred, Cillian continued his assault, alternating between shallow thrusts and deep plunges, causing you to squirm deliciously in response. Each stroke sent shockwaves throughout your entire body, leaving you utterly spellbound.

"Your pussy is so red and swollen around my cock, it makes me crazy!" growled Cillian huskily, his voice resonating through your body like a dark caress. Unnerved by his graphic description, you struggled to find your own voice in reply.

"It feels so weird now. So deep. It's so strange," you confided candidly, clutching the sheets beneath you as his pace quickened with abandon. The intensity of his force made your muscles quiver with delight, heightening your awareness of every nerve ending alive and vibrant.

His heavy breaths reverberated around you, echoing off the walls like a mantra of arousal. Unable to contain himself any longer, Cillian grabbed you roughly by the shoulders, pushing you further onto the bed until you were lying flat on your belly.

Spreading your legs wide apart, he positioned himself directly above you, hovering ominously close. Bending forward, he kissed your neck softly before nipping playfully at your flesh, sending thrilling sensations through your core.

"Fuck I really want to fill your sore little hole with my cum," confessed Cillian hoarsely, grazing his teeth against your earlobe. Shivering with anticipation, you felt a surge of excitement rise within you, urging you closer towards climax.

Writhing underneath him, you twisted your hips suggestively, inviting his cock to slide in and out. Every smooth glide intensified the fire growing within you, your inner walls pulsing rhythmically around his thick rod.

Picking up the tempo, Cillian took control of your rhythm, driving your bodies closer to ecstasy.

"Please let me cum inside you tonight," begged Cillian, his voice ragged with need. Gripped by the urgency of his request, you nodded silently, signaling acquiescence.

Satisfied, he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, pressing ever closer to release.

"Oh God, oh fuck yes, you're amazing," he groaned passionately, unable to suppress his fervor.

Every powerful surge triggered tremors through your body, igniting a fierce desire for completion.

"Y/N, cum for me," ordered Cillian harshly, punctuating his words with deep, deliberate thrusts. Overwhelmed by the intensity of his demand, you surrendered to the all-consuming tide of emotion.

Reaching orgasm simultaneously, both of you cried out loudly, the explosive eruption of pleasure searing through your veins, transforming you irrevocably.

"Fuck, yes," screamed Cillian, burying his face in your sweaty hair. His hot seed burst forth from his throbbing member, painting your insides with his semen, claiming you wholly as his conquest. Pumping his last drops into you, he pulled out and glanced at your swollen lips, still throbbing in post-orgasmic bliss, oozing his seed stained with streaks of blood. His fingers dipped briefly into the stickiness of his spent seed before withdrawing, wiping them clean on the sheets beside you. His gaze locked with yours, penetrating right through you. "We're going to do this again soon."

A sense of dread settled over you at his chilling prediction. How could you possibly continue when things had already gone too far? Closing your eyes to shut out the truth, you shook your head slightly to dismiss his statement. "No. We shouldn't," you responded weakly, unwilling to accept reality.

"I think we should," argued Cillian persuasively, his hand gently stroking your cheek. "If you don't want to, that's fine. But remember, I am here if you change your mind later," Cillian told you before standing up.

Stretching languidly, he walked toward the bathroom adjacent to your room, giving you a chance to process everything that happened. You lay there motionless on the bed, numb to the world outside of this room.

When Cillian returned from the bathroom, he sat down next to you on the bed, observing your silence.

"So, what do you think?" he ventured carefully, trying to gauge your mood.

"I think that what we did was very wrong," you admitted quietly, lowering your gaze.

"That may be true, but you enjoyed it," countered Cillian defiantly, attempting to break through your fragile defense mechanisms.

"I did enjoy it, which makes it even worse because I know it wasn't right," you answered solemnly, feeling conflicted about your newly discovered desires.

Cillian looked at you sympathetically, understanding where you were coming from. "Look, Y/N, everyone enjoys doing things that aren't necessarily morally correct sometimes and, like I said, it doesn't make you a bad person," he explained patiently.

He reached over and cupped your cheek, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

"It's just sex, nothing more," he whispered firmly, seeking to convince both of you while trailing his fingers over your naked skin.

"It was my first time, and I should have done it with my boyfriend back home," you murmured apologetically, looking away shamefully. Cillian paused momentarily, contemplating your words. "But you also wanted this," he reminded you gently, brushing aside the notion of guilt.

Unable to deny the temptation any longer, you found yourself nodding in agreement. "Yes, I did," you divulged hesitantly understanding fully well the consequences before telling Cillian that he should probably go back to bed before Danielle was coming to look for him.

"Before I go, can I have another glance at your pussy," he asked smirkingly. This caught you off guard and filled you with confusion. On one hand, you didn't wish to engage in anything else sexual that night but at the same time, you couldn't help admitting that part of you longed for the touch of Cillian once more.

"I guess..." you muttered uncertainly, allowing him to guide you towards the center of the bed. Once there, he removed the blanket from you, beneath which you lay naked.

"Spread your legs," commanded Cillian authoritatively, watching intently as you obeyed and, as soon as you opened your legs, Cillian saw some blood streaked cum oozing from your tender slit.

"God that looks hot", he grunted approvingly, running his tongue slowly across his bottom lip, his eyes feasting on the sight before him before he placed two fingers onto folds in order to make your once virgin hole gape.

"Can you push some cum out of your hole for me? asked Cillian provocatively, leaning over you for better view. His tone carried an air of authority mixed with sheer possessiveness, making you feel small and helpless yet strangely excited.

Without questioning him, you obliged, closing your eyes and tensing your muscles, gathering all your strength to exert pressure from below.

As you pushed, a trickle of fluid emerged from your slippery passageway.

Cillian watched, mesmerized by the show, capturing the essence of submission in your eyes. Seeing this display of obedience fueled his ego, reinforcing his belief that he held complete control over you. "Good girl," he praised you, his voice dripping with satisfaction before giving you a kiss goodnight.

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