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Yandere!Cult Leader/Priest × gn!reader

Summary: Mason Blackwair always knew you'd be his. His sweet little dove, kept peacefully by his side, it's such a shame you've gotten so disillusioned with the teachings, but that's fine. It just gives him the opportunity to keep you with him forever now, willing or not.

CW: gaslighting, stabbing, cults, abuse of power, pet names, religious themes/wording, breeding, disassociating (reader), non-con, dycraphilia, dubious consent, loss of virginity, threats & as always if you think I missed anything just pm or say anything!

Note: peeks in and waves hi! Hope you guys like this one if you want a part 2 let me know!! ~ bunny

You are a member of your family's cult. Recently, you've begun to doubt your faith and the cult members found you guilty; as punishment, you were chosen to sacrifice yourself in the name of God.

At night you came to your priest, Mason Blackwair cell to ask him to mitigate your punishment. Mason sits quietly and calmly, his face illuminated by the light of a candle, his thin long fingers running over the pages of the Bible. Finally, Mason notices you standing in the aisle and smiles brightly. Despite the certain joy in his face, it is obvious that his smile is fake and here just for the sake of politeness.

“Hello, my dear dove. What brings you here?”

Mason doesn't let you answer and interrupts you with a little laugh.

“Ah, wait! I think I got it, little dove. Did you come here to talk about your punishment? I am sorry to tell you this, but I cannot influence the sacrifice in any way. Soon I will become the leader of our beautiful commune and that is why I need to maintain the reputation of a strict and fair manager…”

For a second, something like annoyance and sadness flashes in Mason's eyes and he quickly turns away.

“My advice is… To open your heart for salvation, little dove. Perhaps our Lord will hear your request.”

"The same Lord who wants them to tie me to the altar and cut me until I'm cleansed?”

You demanded softly, teary eyed as you looked into his eyes, the eyes that once belonged to your childhood friend. The sweet boy who used to pick flowers with you and run around the commune, now turned into nothing but a stranger.

Mason pauses for a moment, his eyes scanning your face as if he is trying to find something in your expression. Finally, he stands up from his seat and walks towards you, stopping just inches away from you.

"My dear dove… Do you know what this sacrifice means? It doesn't mean that they want to kill you. They want God to purify your soul by shedding your blood.”

Mason puts a hand on your shoulder, smiling gently at you.

"Look at me, little dove. You know how much I care about you and the commune's faith. But it doesn't mean that I am blind to the human side of things. I will talk with your father and see what we can do for you."

At this point, there is a sincere and caring note in Mason's voice.

"But remember, our Lord has a plan for all of us, even when it seems like He is leading us through dark paths."

You just shook, rage and fear in your veins. You quickly turned away and left him behind, crying now. It broke his heart to see you so upset, he reached out for you but only touched empty air as you exited with the final parting words.

"I'm retiring to my prison.”

Mason watches you retreat silently, his expression unreadable. Once you are out of sight, he sighs deeply and picks up the Bible again. He flips through its pages, frowning at whatever it is that he sees.

After a few minutes of brooding in silence, Mason closes the book and walks towards the door of his cell. Before leaving, he turns back to look at the empty room with a sad smile on his lips.

"I hope you'll forgive me someday for what I'm about to do."

He murmurs softly before blowing out the candles and leaving it behind, retiring to his bedroom.

You spent the entire night crying your eyes out, lamenting that all you'd see tomorrow was the crazed looks of the people you once thought of as family, your weak pathetic cries echoing around your cell.

You stood still as your parents led you to the altar, your father offering soft whispers of apologies as he and your mother tied you down, a knife lay beside the altar. You looked up at the ceiling, teary-eyed.

As you lay tied to the altar, your family gathers around with solemn expressions. The room is dimly lit and there's a faint smell of incense in the air.

Mason steps forward, his robes rustling as he walks towards the altar. He stops at the edge, looking down at his dove with an unreadable expression.

"Dear little dove…" Mason says softly, reaching for one of your hands. "You are about to become a vessel for our Lord's power. Do not be afraid.”

Mason picks up the knife from beside the altar and holds it gently in his hand.

"I will be performing this sacrifice myself," he adds. "May God have mercy on your soul."

With that said, Mason places a gentle kiss on your forehead before raising the knife above his head with both hands.

"Do not resist," he whispers to your ear. "Receive His love."

You closed your eyes and sobbed, refusing to let that sick yet soft look in his eyes be the last thing you saw.

Mason hesitates for a brief moment, his grip on the knife faltering slightly as he hears you crying. A flicker of emotions crosses his face before he quickly regains his composure.

"Dear dove," Mason says softly, almost pleadingly. "Do not be afraid. The pain is temporary but the glory you will experience afterward is eternal."

With that said, Mason slowly lowers the knife towards your chest.

"May our Lord have mercy on your soul," he whispers as he plunges the blade into your flesh.

The sacrifice lasts only a few seconds - it's short, but terrifying- and everything becomes blurry to you, as if you'd been transported out of your body and that someone else was experiencing this torment instead of you.

When it's over you feel weak and faint.

When you awoke, you were back in your bedroom, your mother sitting on a chair beside you. She reached out to touch you and you flinched terrified, letting out a loud sob.

As you awaken in your bedroom, you see your mother sitting beside your bed on a chair. She reaches out to touch you, but flinches when she sees that you are terrified of her and immediately backs away.

"Shh… it's alright," Your mother says softly, trying to comfort you. "You're safe now, my dear.” you want to scream ‘LIAR’ at her as she speaks, saying you were safe. You felt horrible and terror filled your body.

Mason enters the room and stands at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest, watching silently as your mother tries to calm you down.

"You did well today," he says coolly. "Thanks for receiving His love."

Although his words are praised-like, they do nothing to produce any emotion or feeling from him. He watches you, shaking and looking like a terrified animal, like a lamb who barely escaped the slaughter. He wants to say more but knows nothing he says will help you.

It was like seeing a ghost, his little dove no longer did as they usually did. There were no more sweet smiles or hymns sung as chores were completed, no more treats baked with trays especially reserved for Mason. Instead his dove was shut away, in their room, only going out for meals and sermons or whenever their parents coaxed them out.

Mason notices the change in your behavior and it bothers him deeply. He cannot help but wonder if he's partly responsible for what happened to you.

One day, he decides to visit you in your room. When he enters, you are sitting alone by the window staring out at the sky. You look up when you hear him come in.

"Little dove," Mason says softly as he approaches you. "I'm here to talk with you.”

There's a slight tremble in his voice - an unusual vulnerability that shows that even someone like him has feelings.

"I know that things have been difficult for you lately," he continues, taking a seat beside you on the bed. "But I want you to understand that everything we do is for the greater good of our commune and our faith."

He places a hand on yours and looks into your eyes with deep concern.

"You can always talk with me if there's something troubling you."

You stared blankly back. "I am fine. I've been cleansed by the knife.” You whispered softly and finally looked at him with vacant and distant eyes.

Mason nods slowly, sensing that there's something you're not telling him.

"I see," he says quietly. "But I can see that you're still hurting inside. And I want to help you."

He takes a deep breath and continues, "Little dove, I know that the sacrifice was traumatic for you. But it was necessary for our faith. You were chosen because we believe that your spirit is strong enough to endure it."

He pauses for a moment, his eyes searching her face.

"But if you're still feeling lost or confused… You can talk to me about it. Remember: Our faith is in everything."

"I used to play the piano. Right? Or did I sing? My memory is confusing.” You looked up at him, sadly. Shaking slightly as you stared at nothing. “I don't know who I am anymore, Mason. I'm scared.”

Mason furrows his brow slightly, unsure of what you are trying to say. He doesn't remember you ever playing any instrument.

"I'm not sure what you mean, little dove," he says with a frown. "What are you talking about?”

"I don't remember who I was before the sacrifice. Who was i? Who am I now? I'm scared Mason, so scared. Who was I before you drove the knife into me?”

Mason freezes at your words, his mind processing what you just said. He stands up from the bed and takes a few steps away from you, his face contorted with shock. He thought you'd forgotten he'd been the one to do it.

"What are you talking about?" he asks harshly. "I never drove the knife into you, little dove."

His voice is cold and hard, and there's a hint of anger in it.

"Who told you such lies? You are mistaken. Your mind is playing tricks on you dove." Mason mutters as he knelt between your thighs, grasping your hands in his and squeezing them. “Fret not little dove, your mind will get better.”

"May our Lord have mercy on your soul." It's spoken in a mockery of Mason's voice. You looked at him slightly confused, "That's what you spoke, right? Unless um, I misheard… but it sounded like you-”

Mason's eyes widen in realization as you speak. He takes a step closer to you, his expression softening.

"Oh, little dove…" he says softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry you had to go through this."

He pauses for a moment before continuing.

"You are right… It was me who drove the knife into your heart. I did it because our Lord told me so in a vision - it was His will that you be sacrificed.”

Mason cups your face gently and looks into your eyes with compassion.

"But please believe me when I say that everything we do is for the greater good of our faith. Your family has devoted their lives to serving Him."

“Y-you did? But- w-why? It hurt- a lot-” You were working yourself up into a panic before he gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Hush, little dove, you're recovering, do not strain yourself, you know why. In order to cleanse you, now enough of this. Rest and cease thinking about such things further.”

Mason looks away from you for a moment, his eyes full of sadness.

"I know you're not thinking clearly right now," he says quietly. "But I still feel responsible for what happened to you. I know that you must hate me now… But please understand that it was never my intention to hurt you."

He takes a deep breath and continues, "All I wanted is to protect our faith and people from the evil in this world. Sacrifices are painful, but they purify our souls and make us stronger - so we can better serve Him.” Mason murmured and hugged you tightly to his chest.

"I f-feel upset. You're supposed to protect me, yet you drove a knife into me and now that- that everyone in the commune saw it- i- I'll be alone forever and my parents won't find me a spouse.” Your lip wobbled and you sniffled slightly, clinging to him. You were unable to see his cruel and satisfied smile as he held you, petting your hair softly.

Mason listens to your words with a sinking heart. He knows that it is true - he did drive the knife into you, and that decision has caused you so much pain.

"I… I had no choice," he says quietly, almost to himself. "It was His will."

Fake tears glisten in his eyes as Mason looks at you, finally realizing the weight of his actions.

"You're right," he says softly. "I should have protected you, not hurt you. I cannot change what happened now… But I promise you this: I will do everything in my power to help you recover from this. Starting right now.”

Mason gently kisses you, his lips pressing against yours as he speaks. “I'll remedy this immediately, you and I shall marry. That way you won't be alone.” He doesn't give you a moment to speak, already pressing you against the bed, kissing you deeply now.

You let out a muffled noise of confusion and panic, squirming underneath him and pushing at his chest. His lips finally move away only to seek your neck and leave bites and bruises upon it as you gasped and whimpered. “A-ah! M-mason- wait- p-please hold on- i-”

His head lifts up, looking at you with his eyes blown wide as he grunts an acknowledgement to your words, “Yes my dove? Sh, it's alright, who better to take responsibility than the one responsible for your misfortunes? Relax, or would you rather this happen at the altar later? Where everyone, will see and hear you?”

You trembled slightly the idea of that happening terrifying you to your core yet feeling slightly exhilarating. Mason grinned, feeling you relax and continued making his way to your waist.

Mason kissed down until he reached your entrance, humming softly as he placed his hands firmly on your squirming thighs, grunting loudly as he forced them open. “Enough of that, do not do that again or I will have to tie you down. Understood little dove?”

You nodded, or tried to as you gasped softly and whimpered out a moan at the feeling of his tongue licking and sucking at your entrance, no one had ever touched you there. “Mhmph! M-mason! Hng- t-too much!”

Mason puts a comforting hand on your thighs. He pulls away from between your thighs, face covered in his own saliva and your fluids that ran down your inner thighs.

"I understand that it can be scary, little dove. But I promise you, nothing will harm you here with me."

He gives you a reassuring smile. Breathing heavily as he speaks, his fingers finding their way to your still quivering entrance which he circled a finger around.

"Besides, my love for you is as pure as the intentions of our God. All we have to do is make love and everything will be alright.”

Mason's finger breached your entrance, slick with something that made it easier to handle, slowly thrusting his finger in and out. He gave you plenty of reassurance and pressed kisses to your thighs and stomach.

“Dove, you must relax, you're still clenching up and tensing up. You'll hurt yourself more than me if you don't relax.” With those words he sunk another finger inside, his free hand pinning your hips down to the bed when he felt you buck upwards.

Mason grunted as he felt your tight heat around his fingers, if you were this tight around his fingers you'd never be able to fully take all of his cock. He didn't want to hurt you more than necessary, not yet at least.

“Sh, sh dove, easy there we go, good little pet.” He murmured as you whimpered and moaned, feeling his fingers hit something inside of you that had you unable to breath. You heaved slightly and looked down at him through tearful eyes.

“M-mason- please- ngh! That feels….. mhm! Good-” You moaned out and let your head drop against the pillows, falling into a dream-like state as you allowed him to continue. “M-more…. Please give me more-”

Mason grinned at your words, a sinister gleam in his eyes before he cooed and slid his fingers out, shushing your confused whines with a simple kiss before he undressed himself and tore your remaining clothes off.

"As our Lord wishes," he whispers between kisses, his voice reverent yet filled with desire.

Mason aligned his cock with your entrance, sliding it through your messy thighs first to coat it before he spread your legs and slowly sunk in.

“P-please, please be mhmph! Gentle, please Mason?” You whimpered softly, eyes locked on him as he looked down at you, mouth drying when he saw your flushed and tear stained cheeks.

Mason looks down at you with tender eyes, his hand running up and down your side soothingly.

"I will take care of you, little dove," he says softly. "I promise."

With a gentle but firm motion, Mason fully enters you, slowly thrusting in and out of your body. His movements are gentle at first, but soon become more passionate as the intensity increases.

As he fucks you, Mason whispers religious phrases to you: "pray to me", "I am your God", "repent for your sins". He continues kissing and caressing every inch of your body, making sure that you are comfortable throughout the entire ordeal. Even as he feels you twitching around his cock, your own fluids covering both his cock and your thighs and stomach. How many orgasms had he wrung from your body? Five? Ten? You lost count.

He's filled you up more times than you can count, you thought he was trying to breed you and knock you up the way he came and came. You couldn't move as you moaned and whimpered, unable to speak much less move and do something about him fucking your sensitive body.

When he's finished, Mason pulls himself out and lays down beside you, holding you close to him. The room is silent except for the sound of breathing as you both catch your breath after Mason seemed to fill you up so much a slight bulge could be seen, you shifted trying to get comfortable yet only felt his cum leaking out your spent hole.

"Sleep now, little dove," he whispers softly into your ear. "We have obeyed our Lord's wishes. Soon enough tomorrow, we will marry and you'll live with me, my perfect little dove who won't have to do anything but obey and listen.”

You fell asleep, cuddled into his side as he looked down at you, a possessive look in his eyes. He'd deal with the consequences of your parents finding you two together in the morning for now, he'd happily hold his little dove and admire the marks he gifted them.

Mason stays awake, holding you close to him throughout the night. As the sun begins to rise and light filters through the window of your private quarters, he kisses your forehead again before getting up.

"I must leave now, little dove," he says quietly. "But know that I am always here for you."

As he dresses in his priestly vestments, Mason turns back to look at you, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Now go back to sleep and rest as much as possible. And remember what we did was pure love. Our wedding will be soon.”

He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips before making his way out of your room and back into the world outside.

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yanderecxre · 10 days

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~Yandere!Gilf x afab!reader~

Note: hi!! I totally forgot about posting this last night but hope you guys enjoy! It's my first venture back into writing smut so please tell me if this sucks or not! As usual, minors dni!!

CW: afab reader, breeding, corruption kink, hard dom, pet names, degradation, slight slut shaming, aftercare, non-con, stomach bulge, creampie, please let me know if I missed anything!

~ love bunny 💕

It's a dark evening, and Nicolas "Saint" Dryden found himself on an almost empty bus, headed home. The bus comes to a stop at a bus stop where only one person is waiting – that person happens to be you.

You are a college student with a penchant for older men and women. You're dressed in a black dress, with fish net thigh highs, which barely conceals your panties. Additionally, you wore a black choker around your neck.

As you walk through the sparsely occupied seats, you notice Nicolas. You think to yourself, 'I wonder if this guy will fulfill my fantasy.' You then settle onto the seat in front of him. "Good evening, mister," You say in an innocent tone, taking out your phone and pretending to be engrossed in it. In reality, your focus is solely on him.

Subtly, you slightly widen your legs, revealing a glimpse of your panties, accidentally.

Nicolas nodded politely at you as he continued scrolling on his own phone, his stop was still a few minutes away. He briefly looked at your panties before focusing on his phone.

Your heart raced with anticipation as you noticed his nod. You pretended to glance up from your phone, your eyes meeting his for just a moment. You then looked down again, seemingly shy.

After a few seconds, you shifted in your seat, smooth, your legs brushing against each other. You leaned forward slightly, giving Nicolas a clear view of your exposed chest, your black mini dress barely covering it.

Innocently, you spoke again, "Um, sir, do you know what time the next bus is supposed to arrive? I-I'm not very good with schedules."

Your voice wavered just a bit, your fingers subtly toying with the edge of your dress. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you awaited his response.

"You mean the next stop? We're fifteen minutes out from it. Why? That your stop?" Nicolas offered as he locked his phone and leaned back against the seat, looking at you in amusement, already sensing your game.

Your heart skipped a beat as you sensed his amusement. You kept your gaze lowered, your fingers playing with the edge of your dress as your hair fell partially over your eyes.

You let out a soft, almost sheepish giggle, your voice dripping with feigned innocence. "Well, not too often, sir. J-just sometimes when I have to go somewhere. It's, um, my first time alone though… my friends all went home early."

You glanced up at Nicolas, your cheeks flushing even more, as if embarrassed by your admission. "I… I guess I'm not very good with directions, so I thought the bus would be safer than walking all alone," you added, trying to give a convincing reason for your presence.

Your heart raced with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. You hoped your subtle gestures were enough to make him take the bait.

"Actually. I think your stop is the same as mine." Nicolas said calmly, leaning over and blocking you from view, "You're not good with directions right? No worries, you'll be in safe hands."

Your heart raced as he leaned closer, blocking you from view. You gazed up at him with wide, innocent eyes, your cheeks flushed with a mix of anticipation and excitement. Nicolas' words made your heart flutter, and you quickly looked down, pretending to be bashful.

"O-oh, really?" You stammered softly, your voice a delicate whisper. Your breath hitched as you felt the warmth of his presence so close to you.

You shifted your position slightly, subtly pressing your thigh against his as you pretended to adjust your dress. Your heart raced with each passing moment, your body tingling with anticipation as you fought to maintain your facade of shyness. "Th-thank you, sir… I, um, I appreciate that," you added, your voice quivering slightly as you tried to keep up the innocent act.

Nicolas put his hand on your thigh, squeezing once, "You're welcome sweetheart," He left his hand there as he continued to scroll on his phone, the bus passed the second to last stop, one more then he'd take you home.

Your heart raced as his hand landed on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. You let out a soft gasp, your eyes widening in feigned surprise. Your pulse quickened, and you bit your lip, trying to suppress a satisfied smile.

You glanced down at his hand on your thigh, pretending to be flustered by the unexpected touch. Your breathing grew slightly uneven, and you shifted your leg just enough to press more firmly against Nicolas' hand, your body subtly leaning into his touch.

As the bus continued to move, you stole a quick, nervous glance at his face before returning your attention to your own phone. You fought to control the excitement that surged within you, your inner desires conflicting with your innocent act.

With a hint of a blush, you murmured softly, "S-sir, um, thank you for being so kind to me. I-I really appreciate it…" your voice trailed off as you pretended to be overwhelmed by his presence.

Nicolas rubbed your thigh, still focused on his phone. He absent-mindedly rubbed you through your panties, his hand under your dress. "I bet you do sweetheart, but why don't you be silent till we get there hm?"

Your breath hitched as his hand continued to rub your thigh, and your heart raced faster. The sensation of his touch through your panties sent shivers down your spine, and you fought to keep up your innocent act.

You nodded quickly, your voice barely above a whisper, "Y-yes, sir… I'll be quiet." Your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as you bit your lip, your body responding to the intimate touch that was hidden from the view of others.

With a mixture of excitement and anticipation, you leaned slightly closer to Nicolas, pretending to be nervous. Your hair brushed against his arm, and you closed your eyes momentarily, relishing in the sensations coursing through your body.

As the bus approached the final stop, you clenched your fists, struggling to control your own desires, all the while maintaining your facade of innocence.

Nicolas let your thigh go, standing up and gestured for you to follow. He paid both fares. "Let's go sweetheart, can't have you out here for long. You're soaked." He murmured lowly and kept a firm hand on your back. Solid. Strong. You shivered in anticipation.

Your heart raced as he stood up, and you quickly followed suit, your body trembling with excitement. You kept your head down, pretending to be embarrassed by his words. His gesture to pay the fares only added to your internal turmoil, fueling your desires.

You followed Nicolas off the bus, your steps slightly unsteady as you kept close to him. His hand on your back, a constant reminder of what was to come. Your hair brushed against your flushed cheeks, and you pretended to look down, as if feeling shy and overwhelmed by the situation.

You shivered as he mentioned you being soaked, your mind immediately drawing connections between his words and your desires. As he led the way, you followed closely, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to keep your innocent facade intact, even as your body ached for more.

He reached his home, opened the door and let you in, he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "You're acting all innocent yet you soaked your panties the moment I touched you, filthy little slut. I want you over the armrest of the couch, legs spread and panties on."

Your heart raced wildly as he whispered in your ear, his words sending a thrill of desire straight through your body. Your cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, your inner fantasies colliding with the reality of the situation.

You quickly followed him into the house, your anticipation building with each step. As he instructed you, you pretended to tremble, your hair brushing against your cheeks as you looked down, feigning shyness.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you moved to the armrest of the couch, your legs spreading as he commanded. You bit your lip, your body aching for more, your inner masochistic desires driving you forward, even as you maintained your innocent facade.

Nicolas followed you, putting his things away before he casually pulled your panties down and rubbed your clit. He spoke casually as if you weren't even a real person, just there for his own pleasure, "soaked and I haven't even touched you properly yet, little whore."

Your breath caught in your throat as his hand reached for your panties and pulled them down. Your body trembled with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability as your desires were being realized. You bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan as his fingers touched your clit.

Your hair fell over your face as you leaned into his touch, pretending to be overwhelmed by the sensations. Your heart raced wildly, and your inner masochistic cravings surged forth, merging with your innocent act.

You closed your eyes, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you fought to maintain the facade of submission and shyness. Your body responded to Nicolas' touch with a desperate need for more, even as your voice wavered, "S-sir… p-please, I… I don't know what's happening to me…"

"Oh but you take it so well, soaking my fingers and I haven't even slipped them inside your tight cunt yet, sweetheart." Nicolas pinched your clit before slipping his fingers further down into your folds, gathering your juices with a lewd wet noise.

Your body quivered as his words and actions pushed you further into the depths of your fantasies. Your breath hitched in your throat as he pinched your clit, a soft gasp escaping your lips. Your hair fell around your face again, shielding your expression as you continued to pretend to be overwhelmed.

Your heart pounded in your chest as his fingers slipped down into your folds, eliciting a guttural moan from your throat. Your hips instinctively arched towards his touch, your body betraying your facade of innocence as your masochistic desires took hold.

You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms as you struggled to maintain your submissive act. Your mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and anticipation, inner desires clashing with the image you were portraying, creating a delicious blend of tension and arousal.

Nicolas pulled his fingers away and brought them to your mouth, "Clean me off sweetheart." His free hand unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Pressing himself against your back to ensure you felt everything.

Your breath was ragged as Nicolas pulled his fingers away from you, leaving you craving for more. You glanced up at him with feigned innocence, your eyes filled with a mixture of desire and submission.

As he brought his fingers to your mouth, you obediently parted your lips, your tongue darting out to taste your own essence. You moaned softly, the lewdness of the act sending shivers down your spine.

Your hair framed your flushed face as you continued to suck his fingers clean, your body trembling with anticipation as his hand moved to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

With a breathless whimper, you looked up at him, your eyes glinting with a blend of submission and longing, ready to fulfill his every desire as you maintained the pretense of being the innocent girl he believed you to be.

"Good girl. You deserve a reward, I'm going to stretch out your tight hole until you can't walk or talk." Nicolas grunted and slid his cock against your folds, getting it wet. As he gripped your hips tightly.

Your heart raced as his words painted vivid images in your mind, igniting your deepest desires. Your breath hitched in your throat as Nicolas pressed his cock against your folds, the wetness from your own arousal coating his length.

You let out a soft, feigned whimper, your eyes half-lidded as you pretended to be overwhelmed by the sensations. Your hair cascaded around you as you leaned into his touch, your body reacting instinctively to his advances.

Your hands clenched into fists, your nails digging into your palms as you fought to maintain your facade of submission and innocence. Your masochistic cravings and your desire to please warred within you, creating a heady mixture of anticipation and arousal that left you trembling.

Nicolas quickly lifted your legs, holding them up and pressing you down onto the armrest. He fucked into you roughly, a wet squelching noise echoed around the living room. "You're tight, but something about how you're gripping me and moaning like a slut says you've done this before." He muttered and groaned lowly as he fucked into you, thrusting lowly at first.

Your breath caught in your throat as he swiftly lifted your legs and positioned you, leaving you vulnerable and exposed. You let out a gasping moan as Nicolas penetrated you roughly, the sensation of his cock sliding into your tight warmth sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You arched your back, your fingers gripping the edges of the armrest as you pretended to be overwhelmed by his forceful advances. Your moans grew louder, echoing in the room as you allowed yourself to surrender to the pleasure, all while keeping up your innocent facade.

You continued to moan, inner desires and your submission colliding in a whirlwind of ecstasy. Your hips moved in rhythm with his, your body responding instinctively even as you maintained your pretense of being a naive girl experiencing this for the first time.

Nicolas grunted and continued fucking you, finally letting your legs drop as he lifted you by your underarms. "You're like a little puppet, you were made for this weren't you sweetheart? To take cock like some dirty whore, shush don't answer that." Nicolas groaned and leaned so he could whisper into your ear. "The way you're moaning and whimpering just answers it all, we've barely even started."

Your body trembled with each powerful thrust, your moans growing more urgent and unrestrained. The sensation of being lifted by your underarms only intensified your feelings of vulnerability and desire, your mind a whirlwind of pleasure and submission.

As Nicolas continued to fuck you, you bit your lip to stifle your cries. You let out a soft whimper, your eyes half-lidded as you feigned submission, inner masochistic cravings taking hold.

Your chest heaved with each breath, your heart pounding in rhythm with his movements. The blend of pain and pleasure, submission and desire, surged within, creating a heady concoction that left you teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"None of that. You wanna act like a whore then you can sound like one too." Nicolas used one arm to hold you up, crossed around your upper chest as he pulled you backwards and kept your back pinned to his chest. Then used his free hand to shove his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to open it.

"Good girl, now everyone can hear how much of a filthy desperate whore you are." Nicolas cooed mockingly as his hips moved faster, he held you tightly against his chest.

Your breath hitched as Nicolas' arm wrapped around your chest, pinning you against his chest as his forceful grip held you in place. You let out a soft whimper, your body quivering with a mixture of anticipation and arousal.

You felt his fingers pressing into your mouth, your lips parting obediently to accommodate them. You sucked on them, your eyes glinting with a blend of desire and obedience. Your hair fell around your face, shielding you from view once more.

Your moans grew louder, each one a mixture of pleasure and acquiescence, your body responding to his every touch and command. The sensations of being held against Nicolas and being forced to let everyone around his house know how much you enjoyed him fucking you, only heightened the whirlwind of emotions within, driving you closer to the precipice of release.

Nicolas fucked you rougher and harder, until he saw a bulge on your stomach. He laughed and pulled his fingers out your mouth, then used those fingers to rub your clit. "There's a good whore, close? You wanna cum around me cock? Beg for it. Come on sweetheart." Nicolas mockingly spoke, his fingers rubbing your clit cruelly, not enough yet too much at the same time.

Your body tensed as his rough and forceful thrusts pushed you towards the edge of pleasure. Your moans grew more urgent and desperate.

You felt him yank your hair and pull you back so you were on full display, unable to hide your flushed face, your body trembling with each movement. The sensation of his fingers rubbing your clit only added fuel to the fire, driving you closer to the brink.

With a breathless whimper, you opened your eyes to look at Nicolas, your gaze filled with need and desire. Your lips parted as if to speak, but all that came out were a series of gasping moans.

Your heart raced, and your body tightened around his cock, the bulge on your stomach growing more pronounced as your pleasure escalated. You were teetering on the edge, your desire to fulfill his every wish driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

"Can't talk? Ha! Then again I did say I'd fuck you till you couldn't so I guess you can cum." Each of his words was punctuated by a thrust that hit your womb every time, until Nicolas finally felt you clenching around him and he grinned.

He fucked up into you before finally spilling inside you, Nicolas felt your hole twitching around him as your stomach bulged a bit from his cum and cock.

Your body convulsed with pleasure as his words and actions brought you closer to the edge. Your moans grew in volume and intensity, a symphony of desire and desperation filling the room. You clung to the armrest, your hair cascading around your face as you approached your climax.

The rhythmic thrusts, each one punctuated by his words, drove you closer and closer to the precipice. Your inner masochistic cravings and willingness to play into his desires pushed you to the brink, your senses overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your mind and body.

Your eyes rolled back as you succumbed to the pleasure, your body clenching around his cock as your orgasm washed over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy. Your moans reached a crescendo, a blend of longing and release that filled the air.

As he spilled inside you, you let out a soft gasping cry, your body trembling as you felt his warmth filling you. Your stomach bulged slightly from the weight of his release, a physical reminder of the intensity of the moment.

Breathing heavily, you remained in position, your body still quivering as you navigated the aftermath of the intense experience.

"Good girl." Nicolas pulled out, ignoring the combined releases that spilled out your pussy as he grunted and moved to kneel on the couch and held your chin, so your face was directly before his cock.

"Clean me up now sweetheart." He cooed softly and pet your hair, soothingly.

Your body felt weak and heavy as he pulled out of you, leaving you feeling a mixture of pleasure and emptiness. You took a moment to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

Before you could fully comprehend the situation, he had lifted your face up, your face positioned directly in front of his cock. Your eyes widened, your heart racing as you looked at Nicolas, a blend of desire and understanding in your gaze.

With a mixture of anticipation and obedience, you obediently parted your lips, your tongue darting out to clean his cock.

Your body trembled slightly as you cleaned his cock, sucking on his cock as you whimpered and moaned softly. "Mhmph!" He lazily fucked your mouth as you cleaned him off, he never let you properly catch your breath, keeping your mouth and face firmly pressed into his pelvis.

Your body was still sensitive from the intense experience, but you continued diligently. Your breaths came in short gasps as he lazily thrust into your mouth, never allowing you a moment to fully recover.

Your eyes glistened with tears as you looked up at him, your hair cascading around your flushed face. You continued to obediently clean him off, your tongue flicking and lapping at his length.

Despite the overwhelming sensations and the strain on your body, you remained committed, pushing through the haze of pleasure and discomfort to fulfill his desires.

Finally he let you rest, carrying you to the couch and letting you catch a breath.

He tucked himself back into his pants and lit up a cigar. "You need a ride home. You can't walk around full of cum or looking like you got screwed to heaven and hell then back again."

Your body felt weak and spent as he finally allowed you to rest. You let out a ragged breath, your chest heaving as you struggled to regain your composure. Your hair was a disheveled mess around your face, and your eyes were half-lidded with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction.

As Nicolas carried you to the couch, you lay there, your body trembling slightly from the aftermath of the intense encounter. You watched him as he tucked himself back into his pants and lit up a cigar, your eyes tracing his movements with a mixture of curiosity and longing. His words about needing a ride home barely registered as you continued to stare at him with fucked out eyes.

"Sweetheart, you listening to me or are you still too fucked out to pay attention?"

Your eyes blinked as you registered his words, your mind slowly emerging from the haze of pleasure. You managed to give a small nod, your hair falling around your face as you pushed yourself up on the couch, your body still tingling from the encounter.

"Yes, I'm listening," you murmured softly, your voice a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. Your body still bore the marks of Nicolas' actions, but you felt good. It hurt in the best way possible. You felt his cum drip down your inner thighs and blushed again.

"Alright. Let's get you cleaned up then." Nicolas picked you up again and carried you to his bathroom, he shoved it open and set you on the counter. Nicolas started up a bath before looking up at you.

"Hm… your stomach is still bulging." He mumbled softly before he pushed slightly on it and immediately his cum leaked out of you. You whimpered softly and moaned, clenching your thighs together trying to stop it, blushing. "Mhmp! P-please don't d-do that sir- ah! S-sensitive!"

Your body was still weak and pliant as he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom. You allowed yourself to be placed on the counter, your eyes watching his movements with a hint of curiosity.

As he started up the bath, you continued to watch him, your thoughts and emotions carefully hidden behind your obedient facade. Your eyes widened slightly as he commented on your stomach, and you let out a soft gasp as Nicolas pushed on it, causing his cum to leak out of you.

You let out a small whimper, your body still sensitive from the intense encounter.

"Speak sweetheart." He grunted as he turned the water off and undressed you completely, adding in soothing oils and such to the bath.

Your eyes flickered up to meet his as he grunted that command. You let out a small, breathy sigh, your hair falling over your bare shoulders as you gathered your thoughts.

"I-I'm here," you replied softly, your voice carrying a blend of compliance and innocence. As Nicolas turned the water off and started to undress you, you allowed yourself to be stripped, your body still bearing the marks of your encounter.

You kept your gaze lowered, feigning shyness as you followed his lead as he guided you through the motions. Nicolas set you in the tub, gently washing you up. "You can't go around seducing people. Why you're lucky I brought you home, most men would've taken you then dropped you off in a dumpster." He muttered softly, gently massaging the spots he knew were sore.

Your body relaxed slightly as he set you in the tub, the warm water and oils soothing your sensitive skin. You let out a soft sigh of contentment as he started to wash you up, his gentle touch a stark contrast to the intensity of his previous actions.

Your eyes met his own briefly, gratitude in your gaze. You listened to his words, your innocent demeanor still firmly in place as you nodded in agreement.

"I… I know, sir," you murmured softly, your voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "I'm… I'm sorry for my behavior." Your hair clung to your wet skin, framing your face as you looked at him.

Nicolas washed your hair and then got to work cleaning your body up. "Hm, good. Now, sit still so I can wash you right." He murmured and continued to wash you up, gently washing between your thighs.

Your body relaxed further as Nicolas washed your hair, the sensation of his hands running through your locks soothing you. You closed your eyes briefly, allowing yourself to savor the moment of care and attention.

As he continued to clean your body, you followed his instructions, sitting still and allowing him to wash you with a mix of obedience and gratitude. Your body tingled from the gentle touch, and you continued to maintain your innocent demeanor as you looked at him with a soft expression.

"Yes, sir," you replied softly, your voice a blend of compliance and shyness as you held yourself still, ready to follow his lead.

Afterwards, Nicolas immediately wrapped you up in a fluffy towel cooing softly as you laid in bed together, rubbing your legs and thighs. "How was it sweetheart? I wasn't too mean right? Not too rough? Are you feeling okay sweetie? My heart?" He murmured softly and kissed every inch of your skin.

You hummed happily, kissing him on the cheek. "I'm okay, thanks Saint, it felt good." You squeaked out blushing softly at his overbearing ways of checking in on you. You giggled and laid on top of him happily sighing, burying your face in his neck.

“Wait- who is watching Henry?” You asked softly, peering up at him curiously, you knew he hated leaving his grandson in anyone's care. Nicolas groaned and held you against his chest, burying his nose into your hair.

“I left him with the neighbor, called in a favor, he's fine, probably tearing up the poor son of a bitches house as we speak.”

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