Title: Possession
Raiting: M
Disclaimer: 18+ This story depicts descriptive sexual acts and may contain adult content not suitable for most adults. For those who tend to like vanilla and passionate sex for you is missionary this story may not be for you.
Summary: Years have passed since Violet's heart felt goodbye. Tate has had time to loose himself and succumb to the darkness she thought herself attracted to, only to learn he truly was. Now they will both see what happens when Tate looses himself and must stake claim to that he has possessed.
A/N: This will be a series of dabbles, the main intent of this story is Smut/Kink. I have gone back cleaned the story up a bit, condensing it so it wasn't an overwhelming amount of smut goodness at once. (Reviews Are Always Appreciated)
He pulled his T-shirt over his head discarding it to the side. Next he undid his belt, the sound of his zipper echoed loudly in the room, Violet alert and aware of the intruders movements. In one quick swoop he released himself of his jeans and boxers.
Violet felt the intruder crawl into bed right between her legs. She knew what was going to happen next but there wasn't anything she could do about it. Her breath hitched in her throat as the anticipation grew deep in her belly. She felt him lean over her. Violet held her breath as she waited for the intruder to violate her in the most profound way.
Tate paused and kissed her forehead. It was the light, tender kiss like that of a lover. Then he kissed her cheek, tasting the sweet saltiness of her tears. Violet threw her head back and forth, but it did not matter. Her attempts to move away from the soft lips that were leaving a trail of fire were stopped as Tate cupped her head in both of his hands, kissing her on her gagged lips.
His next kiss was on the sensitive spot, right behind her ear. The one that always made her break. His ears rewarded with the sound of the soft whimper she tried to hide with a cough. His lips traveled down her collarbone just below her throat. His teethe sinking into the skin, sucking and biting the bruising tender flesh.
His lips began to trail down her chest, licking at the valley in between her perky breasts. His hands molding the soft skin like clay, thumb brushing over her nipple, the snag of the thumb ring against the sensitive tip enticing tingles through out her body.
She involuntarily arched herself to him and let out a loud moan through her gag as he continued to flick his thumb over her nipple, pinching the nipple between his thumb and index finger. It was then that Tate leaned down and kissed her left nipple, taking it into his mouth and teasing it with his teeth.
He first licked around the stiffened peak and then bit it hard enough to get a squeal out of his helpless Violet. Each near painful bite would send another ripple of pleasure through her despite herself. The stinging pain in her nipple was soothed by the caress of his wet tongue, lips wrapping around the bud, soothing the ache away.
Tate kissed her sternum area; slowly working his way down over her stomach; stopping to lap at her navel with his tongue. Violet squirmed against the strange sensation of the wet tongue lapping at her heated skin. Violet screamed into her gag and threw herself at her bondage, trying to get away from the intruders malicious tongue.
All she could do was loose herself to the embarrassment and excitement as his tongue began to trace circles up her inner thigh, hands gripping tight into the tender flesh oh her thighs. His hot breath teased the wet throbbing flesh, as she began to arch and thrust towards him.
The orgasm building inside was more powerful than lest, rendering her body limp and defeated against the waves crashing in her core. Too drained to protest except for a few mewls through her gag. She felt her eyes begin to roll in the back of her head.
The sensation of his tongue flicking at her swollen clit sent her over the edge immediately, her hips gyrating against her captors face as she road out the pleasure shooting through every heightened nerve ending in her body.
Violet was so lost from the fall from grace she was taken back when she felt the intruder enter her and most of her didn't care anymore. She had already cum multiple times in front of this man so there was nothing more that this monster could do to her to degrade or humiliate her any more. The fact that he felt good filling her all the way, slowly in and out of her only proved that she was indeed more twisted and fucked then the boy she buried deep in her memories long ago.
Tate was surprised to feel Violet thrust her hips up to meet his as he slowly moved himself into her over and over. Her moans were no longer moans of displeasure, at least to his ears. Her gagged moans sounded full of pleasure and longing.
Tate gained speed and felt her muscles tighten around him, milking him of everything he had in him. His cum felt like fire burning inside her as she moaned loudly and cried into her gag. She felt the fresh set of tears run down the sides of the blindfold as her body thrashed beneath him, his cock coaxing out another orgasm deep within her core.
Tate laid inside her for a bit, just enjoying the after effect of the orgasm that had ripped through his body. Years of being denied, the pent up frustration released inside of his Violet. He enjoyed everything about her at this moment; the way she smelled of their sex, the small whimpers she made in her gag, the looks of her stretched and bound body, the feel of her slick skin against his. He would spend the rest of his eternity just like this if he could.
Violet felt the his fingers lazily tracing over her breasts and stomach. It felt strikingly similar to the way a ghost from her past had felt. It was tender, soft and not at all what she had expected from someone who raped her. It made her cringe how much she enjoyed it, how she found her self wanting to lean more into his hand. Never lost to the fact that he was still inside her, limp, the combination of their cum dripping down her thigh.