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[personal profile] pryftigern 2024-06-11 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't make such filthy demands. [ beg him. command him. force him. ] Do you still think you're the one in control?

[ it's forced out, nearly panted, keeping himself just barely off her body with a single arm. two fingers slip in- three- he bites at her, sucks hard, drags beautiful stains of blue and purple and red on her neck and shoulders and breasts before he finally pulls his hand away.

except-

he doesn't stop. he keeps going, this time, leaving mark after mark after mark. her stomach. her hips. her thighs. each time, he feels more aggressive, more possessive, more hungry than ever before. an endless worm, only fit to eat and eat and eat. a reader kept in suspense for centuries, voraciously devouring every scrap put before him for his ending. each little cry, each little sound she makes is the proof he needs: he's hurt her, he's defiled her, he's made sure she can never, ever, ever escape his cruelty again.

he only moves to lap at her cunt when he's thoroughly satisfied. those dainty legs, covered from top to bottom in marks and hickeys and bruises and scratches. those beautiful eyes, filled with tears like stars reflecting on the water.

there's nothing precise about his technique now. gone are the days of him quickly, efficiently getting her where she needs to be. after all, this is for him, now, not her.
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