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Could you do Daddy kink König x fem reader pls 🙏👉👈

König w/ a Daddy Kink

Warnings: 18+, Daddy Kink, Dominant König, Breeding Kink, Forced Breeding Kink, Consensual Non-Con/Dub-Con Kink (König would never force himself on you; he loves you very much and everything you do together is explicitly consensual), Somnophilia, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Submissive Reader, Fem Reader, Spanking, Discipline, Punishment, Petnames, Pussy Slapping, Plugging, Sadism, König’s dick is H U G E, Profanity, Fluff, etc.

DADDY KONIG AAAAAAAHHHHHH

Okay, Dom König absolutely has a daddy kink.

And you realised it by accident when you screamed “Daddy!” as he made you cum.

Body riddled with the ebbing of your orgasm, heaving chest flush against König’s, you lolled against him, perfectly oblivious to what you’d unearthed in König.

“What was that, Engel?” König said, panting, twitching, head tilting as he looked down at you.

You could barely talk, nevermind move.

When you didn’t answer, still panting heavily, König took your face in his hand, gripping your jaw, making you wince.

“Don’t test my patience, Engel.” His voice was low and rasping with lust. “I’m sure you don’t want me to pound you again. Not while you’re so…” He pressed his fingers against the bruised, sensitive skin of your lips.

You yelped, back arching, pushing you further into König’s chest.

“I…I called you…” Your gaze fell from his sharp eyes, drifting off to the side, shame obscuring your confidence and rendering you incapable of facing him.

“Go on,” König encouraged. “Say it.”

“Daddy…”

König shivered, his skin breaking out into goosebumps. He sucked in a hiss between his teeth, and, slowly, ground his half-hard cock against your aching flower. You whined. König growled.

“Mmmh, Darling,” his breath shuttered, “such a good girl.”

König rubbed against your clit, making you moan - cry - against him.

“M’gonna fuck you so hard ‘til–”

He groaned, his tip catching your lips. God, so tempting - so inviting.

“‘Til you make me a daddy.”

Expect many thorough breeding sessions after this.

Literally just König filling you until you look and feel like you’re about to burst, only for him to plug you and make you keep his seed inside you.

“Pull it out and I’ll keep going until you actually pop.”

Definitely into somnophilia.

Will wake up at an odd hour of the morning with a raging hard-on and will just feed his length into your pussy, feeling you squeeze him while you sleep.

“Gonna fill you up, Baby,” he’d whisper in your ear, giving a low moan when you shift in your sleep and invite him deeper.

If you wake up during this and tell König to: “Nnng, stop - please, don’t–”

You’re just gonna make him cum harder, draw him to his end quicker.

That being said, he has a slight (massive) dub-con kink.

Also, consensual forced breeding kink.

“N-no! Please, Daddy, I don’t wanna get pregnant–”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” König hissed, his cock bulging in your stomach, his hands pinning your wrists above your head.

“I’ll breed you as much as I like; m’gonna make sure you never leave this house again–” he moaned as he felt himself succumbing to his release, his member twitching. “So beautiful – you’re gonna look so pretty, swollen with my offspring.”

Well, given you actually want to bring a child into the world, of course.

If not, you and König can simply pretend, still indulging König’s daddy kink at every given opportunity.

König refuses to let you refer to him by anything other than ‘Daddy’ when he’s in the mood - failure to do so results in some serious pussy slapping.

Doesn’t matter how sensitive you are; he’s going to make sure you remember to call him Daddy next time.

The same goes for if you start being bratty.

König’s kink is not an invitation for you to start acting fussy.

“Oh, it’s too big?” he said, his eyes wide – mirroring and mocking your expression – inching his cock inside you, stretching you over him.

You whined, scowling, eyes doe and glistening.

“Daddy, it hurts!” you squealed. “Take it out, please–”

“Shh, Princess. Don’t make me angry.” König said, his eyes darkening. “Or I’ll make it hurt more.”

Definitely into discipline and spanking.

Will sometimes do it even if you haven’t warranted it.

Slaps your backside and thighs with his belt, breath quivering when he hears the sound of leather against skin, sees the red marks across your body.

And when a wide-eyed, confused expression crosses your face, he just smiles cruelly down at you.

“Shouldn’t be walking around with that tight little ass if you didn’t want me to hit it.”

In more ways than one *wink*.

Outside of the bedroom, calling König ‘Daddy’ is a proven way to get him to do anything for you.

Just bat your eyelashes at him and say in your softest voice: “Daddyyy, the cookie jar’s too far away; will you get it for me?”

And he’s DONE.

“Of course, Princess. Anything for you.”

He’s just so whipped for you.

Looks at you like you’re the Universe and all its celestial creations.

Tends to your every need, without question or hesitation.

Literally will not rest until all your needs are met and surpassed.

Sit in his lap, PLEASE.

He’ll literally just die in his seat if you do. Regardless of how dominant König’s feeling, he’s still vulnerable to your gentle advances.

And just vulnerable to you, to be honest.

But love will do that to a person, and König, a man whose profession made him think he was forced never to feel love himself, has never wanted to protect something - or someone - more.

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part one

AU peter is Rumplstilskin’s son.

AU some true loves and soulmates have soulmarks but not all

warning: weapons, AU, fighting, abandonment, mentions of abuse and neglect and orphans

this is part two but it can be read separate to the first part.

I stood in between Regina and Peter, the Charmings on the other side of Peter, behind us was Felix, Devin, Granny, Zelena and the dwarfs and in front of us stood King Arthur and his Wife, the two of them surveying us.

“guess I can visiting Camelot off my bucket list” Devin leaned forwards to whisper, causing me to try and hide my laughter.

if there was one thing I couldn’t do, it was stay serious in front of royalty. and the lost boys liked to take advantage of that, turning it into a competition on who could get me to break first.

apparently I wasn’t successful in hiding my laughter when everyone turned to me, the Queen gasping at the sight of me.

“it can not be!” she said and I looked at the boys.

“what can’t be?” I asked quietly and the three of them shrugged.

“you are exactly like our daughter would be” she answered and I raised an eyebrow.

“would be?” David asked.

“she went missing over seventeen years ago. gone in the middle of the night” the Queen said as King Arthur kept staring at me.

“may I ask. what’s your name?” he finally asked and I glanced at Peter.

“(y/n) (l/n)” I answered as Queen Guinevere smiled sadly.

“what a lovely name” she said quietly.

“thank you?” I questioned.

There were many differences between myself and the royal couple, for instances the colours we wore.

I was dressed in knee high combat boots, black jeans and a dark royal blue button up, similar colours to what Regina wore, especially considering I thought of her as a mother figure to me, just as she thought of me as a daughter.

Queen Guinevere and King Arthur were dressed in red and silver.

they were royalty and I was not.

“if you don’t mind me asking what was your daughter’s name?” Mary-Margret stepped in to ask.

“and what happened?” Regina added.

“(y/n). it was engraved on a silver bracelet she wore.” Queen Guinevere said and my eyes widened.

surely not.

Peter grabbed my hand, entwining our fingers as Devin and Felix took a step closer.

“she was taken in the middle of the night a year after she was born. we searched for her but when we found even a clue she was taken through a portal. we haven’t seen or heard from her since” King Arthur explained as we all shared a look, from Grumpy to Emma, from Belle to Regina.

“I’m sorry that must have been… horrific” I stumbled over my words.

“we now hope she’s safe and loved.” King Arthur smiled at me and Mary-Margret looked between the two of us.

“did she have a soulmark?” she finally asked.

“yes. words and a design” the Queen answered.

“(y/n)…” Mary-Margret murmured but everyone heard it.

“do you know something?” Queen Guinevere asked sharply and i sighed, pulling my sleeve up as I let go of Peter’s hand.

“uh.. was this it?” I asked, showing them my soulmark and bracelet.

the room was silent as they examined my arm, looking at each detail as I stood nervously.

I had never actually tried to look for my parents. I had seen some pretty horrible things on the street and so I didn’t want to find them, especially when I thought they had tattooed the words and design on my arm.

Queen Guinevere was the first to break the silence, by starting to cry and pulling me into a hug.

it was sudden and it made me stumble into her grasp as she hugged me fiercely.

“it’s you!” she gasped and I didn’t comment.

King Arthur took a step back as the queen let go of me, letting me step back next to Peter, immediately entwining our fingers as Felix gave me a look, silently asking if I was alright.

I wasn’t sure.

“the people of Camelot, not only have we received visitors! our daughter, princess (y/n) has been returned to us!” the King made an announcement that had me shocked.

“princess?!” I exclaimed with a frown, looking at Regina and Emma.

what the hell?

“you must tell us how have you been? what’s happened to you?” Queen Guinevere asked, stepping in front of me as I tried to think.

“uh… I was on my own until I was twelve when I met Emma and she took me under her wing and not long after I met the everyone who came over.” I answered hesitantly.

“and?” she pressed.

“uh. there were a couple of curses involved, but I found I have magic?” I continued.

“magic? ah! you truly are our little miracle.” King Arthur chuckled.

“our kingdom’s blessing” Queen Guinevere smiled at me.

“I’m sorry to interrupt this reasoning but we’ve had a long trip, is there any where we can all freshen up?” David stepped in, glancing at me as Peter pulled me back slightly, knowing I was overwhelmed.

“ah yes! you must!” King Arthur seemed startled but he led us up the steps and to the visitors chambers, leaving us with promises of returning to check on us.

once he was out of sight I surged forwards, hugging David quickly.

“thank you” I muttered when I pulled away.

“this royalty thing can be overwhelming and you looked a few seconds from exploding” he chuckled and I smiled.

“You guys are the only family I’ve ever had and even then I only really think of Regina like a mother, sorry robin” i paused as he chuckled.

“it’s alright.” he said and Regina smiled.

“and the fact that after so many years thinking my birth parents had tattooed this onto me and then to find out three years ago that they actually didn’t and now that they actually wanted me but I was kidnapped it’s a bit stressful” I gestured to my arm before Regina and the  boys smiled at me.

“well the king did say he’d be back so we should freshen up like we said we would” Mary-Margret cut in and I nodded.

“she’s gonna freak out” I heard Devin mutter to Felix as I narrowed my eyes.

“I’m not gonna freak out” I replied and everyone chuckled.

he was right.

ten minutes later, I was pacing in one room with Peter, Felix and Devin sitting as they watched me panic.

“I thought I was an orphan! turns out hey I’m the long lost princess of Camelot! with bloody magic!!” I exclaimed and Peter chuckled.

“you’ve been around the captain to much” he joked, trying to lift the atmosphere.

it didn’t work.

“(y/n), calm down” Regina’s voice came from the door as I turned to her.

“how can I calm down Regina? I’m scared. I can handle finding out my big sister is the daughter of two cursed fairy tale characters. I can handle dark curses, sleeping curses, dragons, trolls, lost boys, pirates, crooked royalty, I can handle soulmates! but I can’t handle parents!” I practically shrieked.

Regina sighed, opening her arms and pulled me into a hug, letting me cry.

minutes past as I started to stop crying and I pulled back slightly.

“we can figure out what to do later. for now we need to get you ready for the ball” she smiled softly at me and I giggled slightly through the tears.

I pulled back till I was standing on my own, standing a short distance from the others in the room so they didn’t get caught up in my magic.

I clicked my fingers and a soft grey smoke with streaks of blue, green, purple and white invaded my senses, enveloping me in a hug as I lifted my arms, the magic changing my outfit for me.

when the smoke disappeared, I was left in a dark blue dress, an Enchanted forest style dress as I didn’t think a land without magic dress would pass at a Camelot ball.

“better?” I asked and they all nodded with a smile.

Peter stood up, walking over  to me, putting his hands on my waist and leaning in, kissing me.

“you look magnificent love” he said when he pulled back and I smiled.

when I looked around Regina had left and Henry had entered with Belle.

“hi guys” I waved and Henry laughed.

“princess now” he joked and I rolled my eyes playfully.

“and you’re technically a prince Henry” I laughed at the look of shock on his face.

“well you both look lovely.” Belle laughed as I hugged her.

“are you boys staying behind or are you going to the ball?” she asked Peter, Devin, and Felix who sighed.

“I’ll go.” Felix looked almost like he’d rather do anything else but even he knew if he stayed he’d have to help look after baby Neal.

it was hilarious how fast a lost boy can ran when told he may have to look after a baby.

“Why not?” Devin shrugged and Peter just smirked, clicking his fingers and changing him and the boys into appropriate clothing for a ball.

“milady” he held his arm out to me and I playfully rolled my eyes.

this was going to be interesting.

only an hour or so later I stood behind Regina, ready for our names to be called.

they thought Regina was the saviour so she was announced as such when she was called.

“INTRODUCING THE LONG LOST PRINCESS, PRINCESS (Y/N)!” they called for me and I took a deep breath in.

I began my decent down the steps, making eye contact with Peter as he stood waiting for me.

I smiled at him, the sight of him helping ease my nerves.

it had been three years since we’d met, him kidnapping Henry and I went with the heroes to save him, not actually knowing what the exact meaning of the markings on my arm.

or the extent of my powers.

and since then Peter and I had gotten to know each other, coming to know each other like the back of our hands, fighting in sync. it had taken a mixture of Regina and Peter to teach me magic.

he could tell when I was scared and I could tell when he was getting angry. and it came as a bonus that the lost boys came to care for me like a sister.

I reached the bottom of the stairs, Peter stood in front of me, holding his hand out for me to take.

I smiled as I took it, ignoring the looks of the people from Camelot.

the music began to play as Peter wander off to talk to Henry or Felix and I stood talking with Devin and a knight of the round table, Sir Galahad.

“so you’ve been to Neverland?” Sir Galahad asked and I nodded.

“Yep. there’s a lot of mermaids. and not friendly mermaids” I answered before I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I spun around only to come face to face with Peter, who was bowing with a dark (f/c) rose in his hand.

“care to dance… princess?” he teased and I chuckled.

“why of course peter” I answered and he placed the rose in my hair before we walked over to the dance floor, leaving Devin to talk to Sir Galahad.

we began to dance, exchanging conversation and laughing, not noticing how are friends and family looked at us with amusement and how the people of Camelot looked on with smiles, including my biological parents.

“how are you feeling princess?” he asked and I smiled.

“better. I didn’t expect the whole finding my parents thing. I never went looking for them and then I find out that they actually wanted me it’s a big shock on my part” I explained and he nodded.

“well we’ll always be by your side love” he said and that was the last thing we got to hear before there was a commotion and David was fighting one of the knights of the round table, beside Robin who fell to the ground, wounded.

another man charged at David as he had his back to the new fighter but Peter let go of my hand, summoning a sword to his hand as he blocked the attack.

“careful David!” he exclaimed and Felix stepped beside me, Devin on his other side.

“think he’ll need our help?” Devin asked and I shook my head.

“not unless there’s another assailant” Felix answered.

suddenly as we’re watching Peter’s lost his sword and is on his stomach, trying to reach it.

“and she’s going in” Felix muttered as I stepped forwards with a sword in my hand.

“sorry to step on your moment” I said with a smirk as I blocked his attempt to kill my boyfriend.

“stay out of this princess” the knight said and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“you’ve threatened my love and my family.” I answered, exchanging blows with him as Peter grabbed his sword and jumped to his feet.

“thanks for the save lost girl” he smirked at me.

“anytime pan” I replied as we began to fight the knight, turning the knight in circles as he tried to defend on both swords.

it was only moments before the knight was on his knees and I had his sword in my hand.

“Felix catch!” I exclaimed, throwing him the knight’s sword, watching as the lost boy caught it and the people of Camelot gasped.

“not too bad princess” Peter smirked at me and I jokingly rolled my eyes at him.

“I gotta be good, don’t I?” I answered before Devin spoke up.

“now that you’ve got him what do you do with him?” he asked and I looked to Mary-Margret.

“i shall take him” King Arthur answered, walking forwards with Queen Guinevere who rushed to my side, checking me for injuries as I sent my sword back to my room.

“when did you learn to fight like that?” she finally asked and I shrugged.

“he shall be punished for trying to kill the saviour, the lost princess and their friends” I heard the King say as the boys stepped beside me.

“I’ve picked up a few things here and there” I answered.

the queen pulled me into a hug and I hesitated before hugging her back, accepting it.

I may not know what to do but I can try.

when we pulled back Felix looked at me with a smirk.

“you just fought a knight of the round table from Camelot, in a ball gown. how do you feel?” he asked and I chuckled.

“a bit different then to fighting in jeans and button up shirt” I answered before I noticed the Queen’s confused look.

“uh, Queen Guinevere, mother, this is Felix, Devin and Peter, Peter is my soulmate” I pointed at them and her eyes widened.

“what did you mean by fighting in jeans and a button up shirt?” she asked and I smiled.

“that’s not the first time I’ve fought someone trying to kill me and my friends. usually I’m dressed in similar clothes to what I arrived in since I lived in the land without magic. but that was the first time I fought in a ball gown.” i explained and she looked worried.

“do you regularly fight?” she questioned and I nodded.

“I’d rather fight to keep my friends by my side then to see them injured.” I answer and she took a deep breath in.

“you remind me of your father and I. we were very similar at your age” she admitted before pulling me into a hug.

“keep her safe” she said to the boys behind me who nodded as I hugged her back.

“thank you. mother” I whispered.

it was peaceful between us for a little as I stayed hugging my birth mother until Henry came running over.

“we needs your help.” he said and I pulled away from Guinevere.

“sorry, I’ve got to go help. I’ll see you later” I smiled, quickly hugging her before Peter grabbed my hand, taking off running.

finding my biological parents was not on the list of things I expected to happen today.

but I’m glad it happened anyways.

"Shhhh," you giggle wickedly against Choso's sweaty forehead. Your tits are stuffed in his mouth, muffling his slutty little moans as you ride him, bouncing your ass up and down on his lap, his cock hitting your g-spot with each deep thrust. "Your brothers are going to hear us."

He groans louder, drool wet on your skin, tongue hot on your nipples as you force another orgasm out of him, his second one in a row. It's too much now, way too fucking much, and still, you don't relent. Even after you're stuffed so full of his seed, you continue to ride him, desperate for more. He's such a fucking slut for you that he doesn't have the strength nor the willpower to stop you from using his oversensitive cock. All he can do is lie there and take it, lie there and act like he's at his fucking limit, when he actually is loving this so fucking much. Especially when you're fucking him inside his bedroom while his precious brothers are playing video games just outside.

He gets off on this shit, even he can admit that. Big brother Choso, who takes care of his little brothers, who dotes on them, protects them, caters to them hand-and-foot. Well, he needs to be taken care of too, and who better to do that than you, his horny little girlfriend. You, who smirks down at him as you pump more and more cum out of his cock while his moans get more high-pitched sucking on your nipples harder, trying to control the obscene noises being drawn out of him. "No more," he says weakly, not making any effort to lift you off him.

"One more, baby." You kiss him on the mouth, lapping at his tongue, wiping away the sweat and tears streaked on his face. "Just one more. Please?"

Sure, his balls are drained, his cock hurts from overstimulation, but how can he refuse you when you look at him like that? "Okay, baby. Just one more," he gives in, leaving it all to you yet again.

Yeah, he really, really likes being taken care of.

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Morax, the God of Geo, always got what he wanted. He ruled the region of Liyue with a fist full of gold, sharing his twinkling gifts with the land. Still. The man hoarded, typical for his nature. He took all the prettiest things he could find and kept them just for himself. Rare jewels, glittering relics, pretty little Adepti.

The moonlight twinkles softly in Morax's pretty pet's eyes, reflecting little tears that build up over her iris. An insatiable little Adepti. Morax could tell the sweet girl was nervous, and he could understand, it was not everyday that a pretty thing laid under the God of Geo. A shock to most but a reality to him, why waste time on common escorts with nothing for him to dig his claws into. No reason to kiss and twist at their mind, wrapping them around his fingers? The sweet thing below him was more than a boring temptress, trying her way with him for a chance of something. No. She was his to break, to mold and play with, a sweet pliant plaything.

Morax couldn't recall where he had plucked this pretty Adeptus, not that it mattered regardless. A Contract was issued, binding the sweet girl to him. She was quick to join him at his side as a concubine, serving him day in and out, keeping him humble company. She piqued his interest, she was much unlike his other playthings. She was devoted to her God, worshiping him, she prayed and begged out to him. Despite him existing within the very same vicinity as her, she continued. He received gifts from her, offerings of pretty jewels and sculpted animals she had conjured herself. She adorned a vision of Geo, tying it to her clothing with a complex knot, always keeping the golden crest on her person. The little Adeptus was skilled in the art of healing, shown through her very own actions towards him. Having the audacity to reach out and touch him after a minor injury. And yet he allowed her, finding himself craving the very touch he often denounced towards his harem.

She was his favourite little pet, his prettiest Concubine, he couldn't care if the others knew, Archons he hoped they did. He put her on a pedestal, praised her, fed her, adored her. She was his special little thing, and he was determined to keep her. It was only natural, his innate, Dragonic instinct to hoard and keep. He needed her, maybe more than she needed him.

The sweet girl whimpers below him, eyes bleary and chin wobbling, a darling thing. His large palm rests upon her cheek, thumb caressing the soft skin just under her eye. A pool of soft, pearlescent white silk hugs at her frame, flooding the soft garden of glaze lilies she laid in.

"Sweet pet.. Are you afraid?" Morax's voice was deep, dripping in honey and thorns… Dangerous. The sweet girl breathes a short gasp, quickly shaking her head at his question. There was still something in her eye, a glint, a hint of unease. Morax sighs deeply, nosing into the Adeptus girl's cheek. His throat rumbles in a short, soft growl, he nearly nips at the soft skin of her neck. He relishes the little jump she makes as he presses his fangs into her shoulder, teasing a bite on his prey. His prey.. Meek and quiet, helpless in his clutches. Morax was her predator, stalking her in the night, taking her down to the forest floor, ravaging her body. Maybe one Moon. He would let her go.. Just to snatch her back. He ought to see her try.

His thoughts are broken by his sweet little Adeptus' hand, carding through the thick, long strands of his hair. She unknots them from his glowing horns, rubbing her fingertips into his temple. He wasn't sure she even had the capacity to leave him. He had her all wrapped up just for him.

"Tell me.. Little one… Do you speak the truth? Say it again.. Has a man taken you?" His tone is hot on her skin, warmed by the soft huff of his words. Her breath audibly hitches, her thighs squeeze at his sides. She shakes her and avoids his amber gaze.

"N-No.. I am p-pure… For you.. Rex Lapis…" The way his name tumbles from her tongue with such confidence makes Morax nearly bare his teeth in a grin. What a treat, his sweetest Adeptus was absolutely devoted to him, saving herself spiritually and physically just for her God. He can barely contain himself, picking away at the lacy silk that barely covered her form, exposing her pretty skin to the moonbeam. The Adeptus girl shivers, goosebumps prickle down her form in the cool, night air. Morax breathes into her ear, soothing his large palms over her body, trailing over the bumpy prickles of chill on her skin. He cups at her breast, relishing in the embarrassed squeal she makes in return. He couldn't help but trail his long tongue over her skin, kissing into the spft plush of her breast. He wraps his lips around her sensitive nipple, suckling against the pretty, perky bud. He feels the Adeptus squirm in his hold, clenching her thighs against him.

Morax nurses on her nipple, biting and lapping at her achey sensitive buds. The pretty Adeptus carefully wraps her arms around his head, cradling him into her chest. Morax nearly sinks his sharp fangs into her soft tits, brain fogged on the idea of pumping a litter of Pups into her tummy. Forcing her breasts to swell with sweet milk, just for him to suckle and nurse while he pets his hand over her swollen pregnant belly. He has to stop himself, reel back the insatiable desire for the sweet thing below his form. This was for her. His gift, his blessing, all for her.

Morax pulls back, admiring the dumb expression she gives him, lips parted, eyes hazy and dazzling in the soft kiss of the moon. He can't keep his hands off of her, idly caressing the soft curve of her waist, teasing over her navel with his warm palm. He watches her pretty expression as he thumbs at her pretty, swollen pussy, prodding gently at her virgin core. Her brows pitch up, lips parting with a soft, unsure breath. He almost dives in for a taste, urging to lick and kiss into her mouth and claim it with his long tongue. Instead he marvels at her pure, untouched body, constantly squishing her pretty tits, soft hips, rubbing his thumb into her sticky clit.

"How does it feel, Pet.. To be worshiped by a God?" He asks, purposely pushing his thumb hard into his sweet girl's clit. He sees her little brain work overtime, scrambling to achieve an appropriate answer for her Archon. His finger trails under her chin, cupping at her jaw, forcing her eye to his as he circles her puffy clit.

"Feels.. 's too much.." Morax's little Adeptus hiccups, barely getting her words out, already overwhelmed on him. She couldn't begin to comprehend the atrocities he had written out for her.

"Too much..? Pet, I have barely graced you with my touch.. Don't tell me.. Do you not honor the bind of our Contract?" Morax's voice drips into something dark, uneasy and clouded. His tone feels like thorns, pricking into the most sensitive nerves on the body. Surely the girl will honor him, show her devotion to the Archon of Geo through her pure body. She didn't have the audacity to defy his order. And he knew that. He sees her tears, pricking up again, nearly bubbling out of her eyes.

"I.. am bound to you.. Rex Lapis… You are e-entitled to me.. in.. Whatever form you p-please.. " Her meek voice cuts through the night air, laced in the sweetest hint of unease. Her words nearly earn a growl from Morax.

"Take me then, Pet.. Show me your devotion." Morax's voice hardens. He thumbs at the base of his thick cock, gliding his fat tip through the wet lips of her puffy, virgin cunt. He feels her heat on his length, searing and slick, coating him in her sweet honeyed essence. Something fires in Morax's chest, a heavy pile of hot rocks, pushing pressure against his heart. Something carnal triggers in his mind, an urge. To take, to give, to breed. His coated tip threatens to push past the soft, inexperienced threshold of his pretty Adeptus. He hears her breath, slow, shaken in a mis-attempt at grounding her poor mind.

Morax's fingertips kiss at her lips, urging them to part, pushing them into her warm mouth. The silly Adeptus bites into his knuckles, whimpering over his digits as he presses his thick cock into her aching hole. Morax tuts sympathetically, hushing and shushing the poor, inexperienced girl below him.

"Settle pet.. The pain will subside… Suck.. distract yourself." He watches as she dumbly laps at his fingers, hiccuping as he pushes his long, thick length right in her virgin hole. He hoped it stung and ached, hoped she'd remember the swell of his thick cock, the hard push into her little pussy. He wants her sweet hole to mould on his cock, suck him in and be imprinted right into her womb. He digs his fingers into her tongue, forcing out all the sweet songs her throat makes as he humps against her core.

"Taking me in so earnestly, Little Pet.. All for me?" Morax presses, rocking his hips harder into her gushy cunt. The Adeptus girl has to fight the hiccupy moans that bubble from her chest.

"I'm all f-for you.. I am to.. Become y-yours, My Lord~" His little pet slurs over his fingers. He removes them, using her spit as a lubricant to twiddle and rub at her puffy clit. Morax watches the cogs turn in her dumb little head, reacting to this new-found pleasure he bestowed upon her. She was so.. Cute, Morax muses. His sweet Adeptus, his favourite Concubine, finally deflowered by the very God she had worshiped and prayed to that morning. Morax takes the liberty to press into her harder, fuck her virgin cunt faster.

"Become my Wife, little Pet.. We will rule this land of gold together." He spouts as he rocks his hips into her groin, pressing the thick, fat tip of his cock into her womb. The sweet girl only nods, lips downturned in a soft frown, brows pitched upwards, soft tears trickle down her cheeks. And yet, she bucks her hips back into his, forcing his cock ever so impossibly deeper. There's a soft swell on her tummy, the blunt tip of him bulging into her skin. He rubs his hand over it, once again stuck on the idea of breeding her virgin pussy, filling her up again and again with litter after litter of Pups. He decides he will allow nature to run its course and decide if she was worthy this time.

Morax growls, picking up his pace, finally fucking into her sweet tight core. Her sweet cunt wraps around his cock nicely, squeezing and milking at his length, coaxing him to ooze out the stickiest spurts of pre. He nearly mounts her frame, using her as leverage to push his heavy cock into her, his balls slap against her behind, clumsy and rigid. Morax was getting close, close to cumming in his darling Adeptus wife, close to filling her womb up with the sweetest gift he could possibly offer her.

"Come little one.. And you will be mine forever.." He couldn't barely recognise his own voice, deeper than before, plagued with absolute desire. He stares at her moonstruck face, relishing in the pretty, glittering tears that fall down her cheeks. He nearly licks them off of her face, hardly holding back the urge to devour and ravage her. All in due time, he manages to rationalize. He twiddled at her sensitive little clit again, rubbing hard and fast, making her hiccup and cry out as he fucked into her tight core.

He feels it, her sweet, creamy orgasm. She squeezes his length hard, creaming and clenching over the bullying length of his cock. He fucks her through it, humping into her cunt, rocking his hips into her groin. He can't help but shower her in praise, telling her that she was his best little Adepti, that she and him were destined forever, that he was never going to let her go. Morax further solidified their eternal Contract with a tender kiss, pressing his lips into her own as he pressed his cock into her with a final pressing stroke. Her tight pussy clenches over his length, milking out his seed, thick, hot and fertile. He bites at her lips, slowly rocking his hips into her own, linking the two in a bath of afterglow.

Morax rests his body on the little Adeptus below him, caging her frame into his own, using her shoulder as a pillow. He plugs up her achey pussy with his cock, locking in the heavy seed that sat in her womb. Morax swears he starts glowing, a soft golden shine radiates from his horns and eyes. They twinkle like the light of a firefly, sage and warm and content. He was sure he could fall asleep with her, just like this.

She was claimed. She was domestic. She was his wife. His pretty, little Adeptus pet. If he could pur he was sure he would have.

She was his. Apart of his hoard. His eternal treasure. He was the sun. She was the moon.

I don't wanna look at this piece anymore 😤

He hurts my brain 😔

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‼️-PSA-‼️

if you write fanfic, then listen up!

your reader should never ever blush to the eye, because black people (and obviously other races) exist and many can’t blush to the eye

alternatives: get flustered, heat rushes to their face, or they may appear bashful

that is all, please respect all POC because they don’t deserve to be ignored. please don’t be ignorant, thank youuu

mmm also! please think of gn!reader fics. i’m non-binary and it’s so hard to find shit. so please, sincerely, let me read content that pertains to me. and when someone puts “S/O” in a request. don’t make it a fem!reader >:(

(edit: PARDON? where tf did y’all come from? thanks tho <3)

(edit 2: me to everyone on this post 🥰)

Red Squirrels by Kyle Bonallo (ig: @kylebonallo)