Hello! It's me! You can call me "Leaf" if you want lol. I just thought of this name out of the blue.
This is my first fanfic. I am OBSESSED with HSR, and I am going to cry if this sucks to make. I wrote this before I made this, so who knows how ungodly terrible this is going to turn out xD
trying to write smut lol
The Memokeeper was always busy.
Keeping track of people's memories was one tough task for the lavender-haired beauty, along with keeping the peace within the Dreamscape. Recently, she'd been experiencing a great turmoil:
Hell had gone loose in Penacony. A new Memory Zone Meme uncovered in the Dreamscape was just the start...
The death of Robin and the strange, gray-haired girl known as Firefly. Her death was quite gruesome.
The appearance of Sam.
Through all of this, the Memokeeper had grappled to stay upright, and it was just a new beginning of a new problem.
But sometimes she wished someone could relieve her stress.
Black Swan sat at the bar, hunched over a half-drunken glass of wine. The air reeked of cigarette fumes and alcohol, stinging the Memokeeper's nose. Hearing soft footsteps from behind, she narrowed her eyes.
"Long night, Swan?" A voice drawled coldly. They scooted onto the seat next to her, tilting their head. "Want me to buy you a drink? Doesn't look like that one pleased you."
"I beg you." Black Swan emitted a low chuckle. "Anything to wash away these shit feelings of mine..." Acheron smirked.
How many drinks has it been? Black Swan shook her head as Acheron guided her through the crowd. No matter...
Acheron grasped onto Black Swan's hand, her fingers lacing between hers as they began to dance.
"You're quite the dancer, Galaxy Ranger." Black Swan smiled, staring into Acheron's amethyst eyes.
"I-It's...nothing."
Black Swan's legs weaved between Acheron's, and they gracefully swept through a waltz with ease. Acheron was gentle, but ever so slightly forceful when it came to a quicker pace.
They returned to the bar, having another round of drinks. The bartender swept through the crowd, frequently stopping by their table to deliver another tray of shots, wine, and gin. Black Swan began to hiccup and giggle now and then, until her vision began to swim. Acheron gazed at her with worry, resting her hand on top of hers.
"Are you alright, Swan?"
"I've drank too much.." Black Swan muttered with a drunken lilt. Her vision dimmed, and darkness blotted out her sight.
When Black Swan awoke, the pain in her head unbearable. She looked around. The Galaxy Ranger was nowhere to be seen. She looked to her left. Her glove was missing. She looked to her right. All the curtains were closed and the Dreampool was empty.
"Are you looking for me..?" A voice purred. Black Swan cried out as darkness etched out her vision again. Leather wrapped around her neck and soft, nimble fingers guided her dress off of her shoulders.
"A-Acheron..." She spoke with a hiccup.
"Do not speak. As long as I own you, you have no right to speak without my permission..." Then it dawned on her. The leather on her neck must be a collar. Some form of bondage, she supposed. Acheron must be drunk. "You are my toy, nothing else. Now bend, like a sex toy you are..." Black Swan was forced onto her back, and Acheron lifted her ass up. Black Swan was already insanely wet, her clit dripping with love juice.
"Impatient, are you?" Acheron spoke huskily, rubbing Black Swan's gleaming lips affectionately. Euphoric shivers ran down the periwinkle-haired beauty's spine. Then, she dipped her fingers into her clit, scissoring inside her. Black Swan arched her back, a loud moan escaping from her lips. Acheron went deeper into her pussy, the touch electric. Ripples shuddered down Black Swan as she came, wetting her tormentor's fingers. SPANK! Black Swan yelped as Acheron beat her ass, tears stinging her eyes at the sudden blow.
"Who said you could cum?" Acheron hissed. "Apologize for your actions." Blinded and helpless, Black Swan whimpered.
"I'm sorry." SPANK!
"Be more empathetic!"
"I-I'm sorry!" Black Swan whimpered. Hearing her desperate cries, Acheron rested her palm on her hips and forced her into a fetal position. Her fingers exited her clit, and Black Swan let out a soft, lewd moan. Acheron's tongue brushed from her ass to her pussy, sending shivers down her partner's spine. Her legs were drawn open, and Acheron began to eat her out. Lapping her wet pussy and slipping it in every now and then, just to hear Black Swan moan ever so pleasurably.
"Cum, now." Acheron commanded, which Black Swan failed to do. SPANK! SPANK! Acheron pounded her ass until her southern cheeks were flushed bright red. "When you fail to meet my expectations, Swan, you get punished. You are mine, no one else's. You are MINE. Say you belong to me!"
"I-I belong to you, master!" Black Swan mewled. Acheron, not pleased, beat her again.
"Louder!" She shouted.
"I-I'm yours, master!" Black Swan cried.
"Good..." As a reward, Acheron removed Black Swan's blindfold. "Now, roll over onto your back." Black Swan obeyed, shifting her position. To her surprise, Acheron was bare as well, all except for a lace bra that covered her massive bust. Acheron shifted onto her stomach and shoved her ass skyward.
"Be my sex toy and act the way you should." Acheron growled. Terrified of being spanked once more, Black Swan obeyed. She quickly went to work, inserting two fingers into Acheron's clit and eliciting beautiful moans from her master's mouth. She then lapped her pussy, rubbing her tongue along the length of her labia and slipping into her clit little by little. Then, Acheron released her flood of juice with a loud, lewd moan. Black Swan quickly began to clean up the mess with her tongue, leaving not a single drop of her lover's juice on her pussy.
Then, Black Swan was on her back, with Acheron pulling her ass up. Then, Swan's vision was obscured once more, and a new object wrapped around her ankle.
"I must depart, my toy, but I will come back." Acheron murmured lovingly. She selected one of her prize statues, one gifted to her by a former companion. It was her, bearing her sword, taking a battle stance. She shoved it into Black Swan's pussy, leaving it embedded in her glistening clit.
"A-Aah!" Black Swan wailed. SPANK!
"Do not make a sound without my consent!" Acheron snapped. Black Swan let out a soft whimper, gripping onto the bedsheets tight. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Black Swan was beat for the rest of the night, then left with the statue lodged in her nethers... but Acheron wasn't done yet. She was still hungry for more.
