A/N : Whoa! Uhm. I'm not too much of a writer but I thought I'd try my hand at something a little long-form for Bubs #69 ! I don't think I've written anything since high school so... fuck it we ball. I know I didn't nail his character completely but gimme a break, this is just something silly. I hope you enjoy ? maybe? idk. its a little more vanilla than i would've wanted but we starting off tame.
The moon hung low in the night sky, its cool light illuminating the forest and casting shadows through the trees. Despite the peaceful evening, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Every rustle of leaves or snap of branches made my heart skip a beat. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to shield myself from the cold night air and the fears that crept up from the darkness. I heard a louder rustle behind me as I made my way across a small clearing. My anxiety spiked, and I froze in place, trying to convince myself that it was just an animal. However, my fears were confirmed as I heard a cold, masculine voice from just behind me.
"Pathetic creature," he purred. I felt my heart almost beating out of my chest. The figure took a couple of graceful steps in front of me. His muscular form towered over me, easily dwarfing my small frame. "I could end your life with a single touch," he said with a sinister tone, "but... I find you amusing." My eyes ran up his body, taking in his almost god-like form. He wore a long black cloak that fluttered behind him in the breeze. The gold accents of his outfit and his tanned skin glimmered in the moonlight. I couldn't take my eyes off him but at the same time, I couldn't bring up the courage to meet his gaze. A smirk forms on his lips, seemingly amused by his power over me. He leans in closer, his hot breath tickling my ear causing me to flinch slightly. "You fear me because I could end your pathetic existence with ease... But isn't that the same reason you desire to follow me? To serve me?" He chuckles darkly before standing up straight once again. "Fear leads to submission and submission leads to dependence... Isn't that right?" His tone is somewhat teasing.
I look up at him, my eyes meeting his for the first time. His red eyes shone like droplets of blood from beneath the hood he wore, his piercing gaze only making me feel weaker. His presence was almost intoxicating, tension filling the air and making it difficult to breathe or even think. A sneer begins to form on his lips, entertained by my fear and intrigue towards him. He takes a step closer, reaching out to touch my trembling form. I gasp at his touch, his skin is almost as cold as ice. He chuckles softly at my reaction, his fingers tracing a path down my neck before grasping it. His touch is gentle yet threatening, causing me to quiver with uncertainty. His eyes fall upon my chest as his other hand traces over my skin, running down my body, letting out a satisfied grunt as he does so. My black tank top leaves little to the imagination - a good amount of my cleavage on display. His hand finally rests on my waist, gripping it firmly and pulling me in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. I let out a sharp gasp as I felt his sharp, claw-like nails digging into my flesh. I feel the fear slowly subside, finally allowing myself to submit to him.
"It wouldn't be so bad if I did take you... Would it?" He whispered seductively into my ear, tightening his grip on me. His eyes meet mine once again. "You have the potential to be... quite useful."
His grip on my throat loosened, his hand sliding beneath my chin to tilt my face upward. His thumb grazed my lower lip, sending a shiver through my body. His eyes burned with desire as he leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. He held me close, his embrace possessive. With a swift motion, he pulled away, his hand reaching for my shirt. In one fluid movement, he removed it, exposing more of my paper-white skin. A low murmur of satisfaction escaped his lips. My heart pounded in my ears, its rhythm echoing the intensity of the moment. He unclasps my bra and pulls it off swiftly, his hands moving to cup my breasts, brushing his thumb gently over one of my nipples. He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine once more. I couldn't help but let out soft moans as his touch ignited a fire within me. His touch is tender and experienced, contrasting the more aggressive demeanor he displayed moments ago. A smirk plays on his lips as he feels my body reacting to his touch. One of his hands roams downwards, finding its way beneath my skirt. His fingers trace the lace of my panties, feeling my growing wetness. He pulls away and looks down at me, the lust in his eyes is impossible to miss. I can't stop myself from blushing heavily. He grinds the heel of his palm against my clit in slow, hard circles, seemingly trying to get more of a reaction. I desperately hold onto his arm, biting down on my lip in an attempt to hold back my moans. His smile turns predatory as a loud moan escapes my lips.
"Good girl." He purrs a hint of mockery in his voice.
His hand moves back up to my throat, gripping it aggressively as he forcefully tilts my head to the side to bite down on my neck, hard enough to draw a droplet of blood. The blood rolls down my chest, staining my pale skin with crimson. His hand between my legs becomes bruising as he grinds roughly. He moves his hand from my throat to cup my cheek, his nails digging into me painfully as he leans into another kiss. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, tangling his tongue up with mine. After a moment, he threw me roughly onto the grass beneath us, his body quickly following, hunching over me. His cloak falls around us like a cocoon. He takes both of my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head. I don't try to resist his touch, growing more aroused at his dominance. His other hand reaches down again, a clawed finger tracing along my soaked slit through my panties. My eyes are glued to his, the lust and tension only increasing between us. With a satisfied chuckle, he pulls my panties down and plunges a finger deep into me. I let out painful moans and squirm with discomfort as his sharp nail scratches up my insides, my reaction seems to please him even more. He leans down and bites down hard on my neck once again, causing me to let out a sharp gasp and struggle against his grip even more. I feel him smile against my neck before pulling away, letting more blood trickle down my neck onto the grass below us.
"You do amuse me..." he says with a low growl, leaning back slightly. He fidgets with the fastening of his pants for a moment before pulling out his cock, it's bigger and girthier than any I'd ever seen. His breathing grows heavier as he gazes down at me hungrily and lines his tip up with my already violated entrance. I close my eyes, bracing myself for the pain of being ravaged by something so big. He hunches back over me, moaning softly as he forces his entire length into me, thrusting in and out at a steady but fast pace. I wrap my arms and legs tightly around him, moaning desperately against his neck. His hand moves up to my breasts, grabbing one roughly, teasing my nipple between his fingers. The sensation of him inside me is overwhelming, and I can feel every inch of his thick cock as it stretches me wide. I whimper softly, my body trembling with each powerful thrust. He leans down, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss as he continues to drive into me. Our tongues dance together, our breaths mingling as we become lost in the moment. His other hand slides down my body, finding its way between us. He begins to rub my clit in slow, deliberate circles, causing me to gasp and arch my back. The combination of his cock filling me and his fingers working their magic is almost too much to bear. I can feel the pressure building inside me, threatening to consume me whole.
'Please,' I beg, my voice barely a whisper. 'I need more.'
He chuckles darkly, his grip on my breast tightening as he increases the pace of his thrusts. I can feel his cock swelling inside me, and I know he's close. The thought of him coming inside me sends a thrill through my body, and I can't help but moan even louder. Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty and aching for more. Before I can protest, he flips me onto my stomach, pulling me up onto my hands and knees. I feel his cock pressing against my entrance once more, and I can't help but push back against him, eager for him to fill me again. He slides back into me, his hands gripping my hips as he begins to thrust with renewed vigor. I cry out, my voice echoing through the room as he pounds into me relentlessly. His fingers dig into my skin, leaving marks that will surely linger long after he's gone.
The pleasure is almost too much to bear, and I can feel my orgasm building deep within me. I clench around him, my body trembling with anticipation. He leans forward, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers, 'Come for me, my sweet little slut. Show me how much you love my cock.' His words send me over the edge, and I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. My body convulses, my muscles clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. He continues to thrust into me, drawing out my orgasm until I'm left breathless and spent. Finally, he lets out a low groan, his cock twitching inside me as he fills me with his release. I can feel his hot seed spilling deep within me, marking me as his own. He collapses onto my back, his breath ragged as he tries to catch his breath. We lay there together, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts pounding in unison. For a moment, there is nothing but the sound of our labored breathing and the lingering echo of our passion. With that, he pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty and aching for more. But as I lay there, basking in the afterglow of our encounter, I can't help but smile. For tonight, at least, I was his willing plaything, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.