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The Darkest of Crushes {darkest_fate & Vinaein}

This...was not exactly how the dark lord had expected his day to start. But there they were. His dragon cock was out, placed between her lips and the lipstick was rubbing off upon him (survey said? Hot.) He was nudging between her lips, not interested in any further dialogue from her that was not muffled by a mouthful of his cock. They had been through quite a bit together, her and him. The dragon and the huntress. The Dark Lord and the Chosen One, the master of his domain and his challenger....

For years now, this had been building. Largely as she didn't and wouldn't just leave him be. But...well, be careful what you wish for, right? He felt her mouth open, Severan watching with a detached and idle amusement. Hell, Valerian was a bit amused that the heroine wouldn't mind an incubus watching, to preserve her dignity if nothing else. 'Me and you,' both had agreed...just as he let her do her work. A bit of precum slid from the tip of his cock, moistening the slit of his cock as he all but purred. He was holding his dignity with her ministrations...he reached to take her beautiful hair, , brushing aside the braid and her hair. "Focus," he ordered, not willing to allow anything to disrupt the art of the blowjob from her now.

He pushed with his hips, urging himself down her throat, just a bit. He growled softly at the graze of her teeth there, the feeling more pleasurable than anything. He was enjoying her skill at it....

Let her show off so he could enjoy it. Holding her head, he pushed to get himself down her throat, wanting to test her to see just how good she was.

And watching her was a true delight.
 
Eager Valerian pushes against me. I smile a little around my mouthful of dragon-dick. As if I really need further hints that the male wants to slake his lust upon my body. My lips close all the same, cheeks caving slightly with the effort. In that moment, I don't look like the Chosen one™, a girl destined to fight against the forces of evil, with the defeat if not outright death of hundreds of beings at my hand. I look like an eager little slut, who wants to please the big, bad demon lord. My tongue curls about him, enjoying his length, his taste, teasing and running along the underside while I push forward. More inches mean I have to swallow, to work to get more and more cock inside me.

I feel that reward: a drizzle of precum. I suck a little harder at the sensation, openly smile, red eyes flashing with delight at him. My tongue circles while my mouth comes up, pressing hard, sucking mightily to pull more from his churning balls. My hands still don't come into play: I'm using just my mouth and proving my point. My head bobs, beginning a steady rhythm, down him with a slight adjustment so he's pressing against my throat. I swallow in time, so I barely choke, not noticeable even if you're looking for it. A hand touches my hair and I shiver, hands curling slightly. I should not react to his touch like that, but I couldn't fucking help it. I could blame the orgasms or his venom or what have you, but it was as much the fantasy. That was a lover's touch, a caress of encouragement.

Don't fall in love with him: just lust, remember?

My voice? Penny's? I barely hear it as I move, and hands grip mine. I tense for a moment, but immediately begin swallowing. Inches vanish as the cock punches my painted lips. I feel them stretching, and I'm less focused on smearing or pleasuring then just surviving. My throat works as I continually swallow, a constant motion. When the head punches deep, I can take it. He's almost sheathed himself before my body gives way. I sputter, a splatter of spittle spraying out against his thigh. My body squirms as I gag for a few moments, trying to swallow, feeling more embarrassment than pain. Yet my throat's convulsing around his cock, rejecting, and soon spots will start forming in my vision.

Fuck, I've only teased myself with the toy and gone down on some guys who weren't nearly as impressive. I still don't quite resist, keep my arms locked behind me despite not being bound. Even my gaze doesn't focus on him: eyes close as I just force myself to bear it to prove some dumb point, and I don't even know to who.
 
Had they been deluding themselves for a long time? Imagining this was anything but inevitable? She made a show of reluctance and to anyone who might look...well, Dark Lord, bound heroine, their mind could jump to a conclusion others might term as 'reasonable.' But between them...he wondered if this wasn't what Gwendoline Jones had wanted all along. Hell, who was he fooling? This was EXACTLY what she wanted.

....he was pretty sure after Severan had informed him of that strange thing called 'fanfiction.' Yeah, best not to wonder about that too much. Just the Chosen One arching her tongue out to tease his length as he slipped it further inside her willing, eager little mouth, wanting more.

Valerian gave a little rumble deep within his throat, looking into her red eyes. The Chosen One was practically a culmination of his tastes, he thought. And the way she used that mouth...exquisite, he added mentally as the skillful motions of her head, the sucks of her mouth, made him sigh heavily in acknowledgment. He smiled slightly, running his fingers into her hair. More, he thought...

"Show me that lust inside you, heroine..." He pushed on, wanting to push down her throat, to thrust against it....not to fuck it roughly yet. No, that would ruin exactly this rhythm...make her do it, see that she wants it. He pushed against her, wanting her to do it all herself, show him the fullness of her exquisite lust...

"Continue." He said, a voice full of authority as a finger traced her cheek. "Until you swallow..."
 
Does he know the plan? He can't yet, can he? Even if he has the same prophecies we do, there's too much ambiguity there, and he'd have no way of knowing which one I was angling for. I don't know quite everything about Valerian, though I know more than most. I know that he's unlikely to come to the same conclusion we came to regarding that one prophecy. Honestly I'm not really caring much at this point. I'm gagging on the cock of the male I've been crushing on for years, the one who's dismissed me, who's all darkly sexy and powerful. I shiver even as he starts punching a little more into my throat. He's not quite throat-fucking me yet. Am I disappointed by that? I can't quite say.

I moan around his cock, only to nearly laugh as his comment. I let out an appreciative noise .My tongue goes flat as I glide along him, using it to cushion his impressive dick. I can feel his scales along the whole length, the delicious taste of him, that unique sensation. I practically melt all over again, shivering, fingers clenching tight into hands. That's not all that clenches: my insides are a fucking wreck. I can't recall a time where I've been this hungry to have a cock inside me. I wouldn't have it any other way, of course.

Show him the lust? I have to let out a wry laugh. I push, starting to bob, and find myself gagging again. It's actually worse this time, and I have to pull back, demonstrating strength as I pull from him. I don't pull completely off, but nearly, my mouth opening, chest heaving as I pant. Strands of spit fall down and hit my chest, and I wince. Fuck, not a great move. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I move back, bobbing my head, but I'm trying to take it a bit slower. My throat's still convulsing a little, and as much as a guy likes seeing a girl choke on him, they fucking hate vomit on their cocks. I know I have to relax, to swallow, and to just sort of let him in.

It's about then that I realize I can cheat a little. I roll my eyes up, fluttering them as I look up the plane of Valerian's body. His hands are in my dark hair ,and he's looking at me. I meet his gaze as my lips tighten, gliding down a little. I roll my tongue for a moment, and keep bobbing, but also keep looking up at him. There's a bit of a pout there, a tease: I know what I'm doing, and he knows that I know it. There's knowing all around as I work up and down his length, lips pressed tight as I tease and pull him more into my mouth.
 
There he was, Valerian Draconis. What had started as an interesting day had certainly gone even more interesting. What with the intensely sexy heroine with his cock right in her mouth and she was sucking on it like she had nothing left to lose. The grin spread on his face, revealing the sharp little teeth as he pushed with his hips. Right at her eager little mouth, wanting to feel her cheeks work, wanting to feel her suck on him harder...his fingers combing through her hair all the while.

The slide of her warm tongue, all across him as he sighed eagerly while he began to push himself at her mouth. The skillful movements of her head were delightful, he found, and the skill at which she could take him in her mouth was unbelievably welcome. He wanted to ram himself down her throat, but...not yet. Not quite yet anyways. Let this build...let them enjoy it....

He really should have taken her lovely ass he thought. Show her who was the true master. But this was exceptional. He timed himself, moving back just a bit to allow her room to breathe. Then shoved his cock back to the mouth, right down her throat. And she was teasing him. Oh, she thought she had power here?

He grabbed her hair and began to fuck her mouth, pushing firmly to get down her throat, holding her in place to show her exactly who was in charge....and honestly, the dynamics were hotter than anything he'd felt in a long time.
 
In different circumstances, I'd almost laugh. Valerian probably thinks he's being all in control, as he yanks on my braid (that I wear for him) and pulls my face against his. I feel that cock stab into my throat and gag immediately, another sputter coming out of my body. Swallow after swallow follows as he shifts from teasing or prepping to just fucking my goddamn face. I can feel tears running from my eyes, smearing my makeup in streaks of black and violet. Through the water I can see his body as he arches, slamming into him. My throat flowers open almost immediately, resisting only for moments before going slack, almost becoming a tube of flesh for him.

The most shameful, hot part of it is that I cum a little. not intense, nothing like when he was eating me out. But I know what that jolt of pleasure that shoots through me is: I've experienced it enough. For a few seconds I feel like a dirty little slut, cumming as big dragon dick punches into my throat for the first time. Those watery eyes roll as I let out a noise of delight. I force my throat to remain slack, my body to go limp in his hands. In the heat of the moment, he's likely thinking I'm giving in to him, giving him control. But he knows we both know how to fight, that by going limp I'm taking everything he has and then some.

I relax into his throat fucking, letting his thick cock punch into my throat in an utterly debauched way that lines up so perfectly with my fantasies that I almost cum again. My tongue's lolling slightly, sort of still bracing to let him slide, sort of just in the way in general. My lips are smeared, makeup fucking everywhere: lipstick straining along my cheek. Loose black hairs are pulling even from the tight battle braid behind, sticking to my face here and there. A little spit keeps seeping out as I routinely "gluck" in time with each thrust, making noises that would make most blush.

Finally I have to bring my hands up: I brace against him, fingers sinking into the sides of his hips. I feel his hardness ,but I'm mostly just holding on as he plunders my mouth, using me in ways that should not by any stretch feel this good, all while my arousal continues to drool down my thighs at a rate nearly to match the sloppy mess around my lips.
 
The dragon lord was pretty sure he was in total control. Holding on to Gwendoline's braid, pushing himself into her mouth, right down her throat. And holy hell, she could suck. She was taking every inch, sucking him further, the wet heat of her mouth drawing him there as he brushed his hands against her head. Taking hold of it, his body arched, he pushed again to bury so far into her mouth, down her throat. And he could sense the arousal.

The Chosen One was enjoying being a toy for him. She was loving sucking on his cock and he was absolutely here for it. Pumping at her mouth, he grabbed her braid and her head, holding the former almost like a leash as he slammed himself into her, pumping in and out of her mouth to the hot noises, the slick feel of her mouth surrounding him. He grinned, all but purring in pleasure as he savored the feel of her mouth.

Again, again, with him adjuting her hair to keep it out of the way and with the brace of her hands, it was like a little victory. He pushed harder, holding tighter as he looked at the mess of her face. "You understand I am considering to finish in your mouth, on your face...or both?"
 
I should be sickened by this. And some part of me still kinda twists and turns and feels like a major slut about it. I am still the Chosen One™, with destiny and blood on my hands, and this is kinda leaning into at least one interpretation of a prophecy. But I'm also drooling around a cock that's literally deep in my throat, cutting off my air flow and making me dizzy in ways that are totally degrading and also all kinds of hot. My pussy spasms again, grasping greedily at something that's not there, and my red eyes flutter once more.

My head kinda goes slack for just a bit more, letting him sloppily fuck my face as my makeup smears. There's a few seconds of me just letting it all happen, before I gather myself up. I try and focus, eyes going back to him, throat working around him. The constant swallowing should do something, particularly because I can feel his head hitting my throat. I gag again, but the spit's got no where to go, and my throat's mostly relaxed. I sort of just let him keep plundering my throat, keeping everything loose, but I shift. I angle so he's getting me just right.

The fuck am I supposed to answer a question right now? I snap out of my fuck-daze a little to give him a look that probably says those words as loud as a scream. My hands tighten along his hips (god he feels too good) and I tap him, pointing out he'd have to let me go if he wants an answer. It does vaguely occur to me that I could probably y'know, point at where he wants. I try to read him: I want to know which sounds more exciting to him. Does he want me to swallow his seed and fill my belly? or does he want to paint my pretty, smeared face in his cum?

The latter sounds a bit more degrading to me, but I don't find myself really all that opposed to it? Not like he could read my thoughts or anything. I give his dick a little suck, but tap again: if he actually means for me to answer, he's got to give me a shot. Or he could just go all badass demon lord and start cumming wherever the fuck he wants. Either way, I really hope he can go again, because the whole prophecy thing requires him to kinda cum in my pussy, and honestly I'm horny enough I ache. The temptation to pull a hand down to start playing rises up within me, and the fingers on my left hand curl, considering.
 
He should have been shocked by this. Some part of him was. He was the dark lord and it was on him to seduce the heroine, sure. Yeah, seduce the heroine...that was it. That was the role of the dark lord. You seduced the heroine, you corrupted hr, you brought her to the DARK SIDE...

Why did he feel this was proceeding just as he wanted? That he was fulfilling her desires by his actions, that he was just...following a script she had written? That thought made him annoyed. He didn't like being annoyed. It made her a receptable for frustration and degradation.

And so he fucked her throat all the harder, pumping away at it with a rough intensity that startled even him. He grabbed her hair, a good fistful like the leash it was and he pumped away at her mouth. Fine, then, let her reap the whirlwind she had brought in. Take that, 'Chosen One,' he thought as he pumped at the beautiful heat of her mouth. Over and over again, his, all his with the perfect angle. And the question...wasn't really meant to be answered. No, he just wanted to see her squirm a bit, to consider what he said... "You're mine, Chosen One. And the answer is up to me." He said with a smirk. "I cum when I wish and you'll take it where I want."

He was getting a bit closer himself, holding back, but he had enough to issue quite the threat: "I'm going to fuck you soon." A promise. "I'm going to take you hard, heroine, and finish in your body. And there's nothing you can do about it. You are a slave to my will..."

Exactly as he wanted it. and probably as SHE wanted it, too.
 
Spots swim in my vision now. My head's swimming a little. I'm tough, sure, but he's been blocking my air for several minutes now, or close enough to it. There's less focus on being sexy and trying to answer questions and shit and more on just getting air whenever he pulls back enough to let me. The last thing I want to do is pass out. Particularly not when this is dangerously close to some of my personal fantasies, not to mention the fact that he's clearly enjoying himself and all this, which makes me think that I'm not the only one fantasizing about this sort of thing.

Knew the whole look was a good idea.

I shiver as he proclaims me his. We both know it's bullshit on some level, but I'm betting neither of us really care. The next lines, those promise, make me shiver. It's probably another orgasm at this point, something certainly spasms below. Fuck, the absence of anything inside me is starting to fucking hurt. Only the smallest part of me stops myself from just jamming my fingers up there to try and see if I can't manage to get some stimulation. But I also need to hold on, because he's hitting my skull hard enough with his dick that it's coming close to damaging my Aura.

My tired throat works about him as best it can, but I'm mostly just a sheath for him. Spit just bubbles out, possibly with his precum, drooling along my mouth. I realize then that as much as I'm enjoying myself, I don't want this whole bullshit "you're mine" stuff to make him think I'm just going to roll over. For one thing, fuck that: I'm Gwendolen Jones, Chosen One™ and Sexually Liberated fucking woman. For another, if I do, he may think that this is, well, what it is.

So instead I try for something he's not gonna see coming. My hands seize onto not just his hips, but his fine ass. My fingers dig into his too hard butt, and he's probably thankful I don't have any fucking nails. I lunge forward, stabbing myself onto his dick, jamming it to the root. With what I hope looks like a mixture of defiance, want, and eagerness, I look up at him. His entire fucking cock is in my mouth, held by my trembling arms and whatever he's doing. I latch on like this is some fucking death grapple, holding myself there, feeling him spasming and hoping that he really doesn't hold long, because as badass and hot as I feel right now, I'm pretty sure I can only do this for a few more seconds before I pass right the fuck out.
 
Valerian Draconis wore the biggest of grins, his teeth baring as he worked his hardened cock down her throat. Somehow, the sight of her all but gagging on his cock, trembling and taking it down her throat without any grace or poise, just embracing the fact he was outright using her throat for this? Yeah, that was hot. In fact, it was REALLY fucking hot, he thought as he ran a finger on the underside of her chin. He had forgotten entirely about Severan...just Gwen. Gwen was all that mattered.

Gwen and the fact he was positively plowing her throat like he owned her. Yeah, 'owned her.' It was a hot thing to say in the moment, who cared if it was factual and actual? He was pumping his hips, smooth skin pushing against her mouth, burying into her throat and letting her suck on it as much as she wanted. "Oh...don't feel yourself." He added it with a grin. "The only thing touching you there now is me. You'll wait until I am good. And ready. To fuck you. Slut of a Chosen One, giving herself to the Dark Lord."

Okay, damn. For something improvised, he was pretty proud of that one. Hell, this could work out....and then her hands grabbed his firm, toned ass. He was growling softly at that. "I didn't give- ' he stopped with her entire mouth wrapped about him and showing off some fucking skill. Well, hell, he was a little impressed, trying to hold on, but with this damn woman's cock sucking ability?

Not to mention the hotness of Gwendolen fucking Jones impaling her mouth with his hardened dick. Yeah, that was...something, in fact. He pushed harder, once, twice...holding on, holding on...

And then he was cumming. Down into her mouth, but holding so he might pull out, while most went into her eager lips, he intended to aim the final spurts right across her chosen, hot face and see her even more beautifully marked as his.
 
For just this moment, I think I may have fucked up, and not in the fun way. His hips jut against my face, pressing the cock a little further into my body. My tired throat flexes around his head, feeling every inch of him. Acute awareness floods my senses: I've deepthroated him on a totally new level. My lips literally push against the base of his cock: I can almost feel his throbbing testicles underneath my lower lips. This weird prideful sensation crawls up me even as I panic.

That's when I feel it. The first load collides with the back of my throat, the spasming muscles contracting about it. I feel it slide downward, slithering into my body: Dark Lord Seed filling a Chosen One for, what, the first time, hopefully? My sex spasms yet again in delight at the sensation, even as my eyelids flutter and those spots grow worse than ever. Another burst, my body tensing as I hold him on, hold him in, make my point and make him cum into my fucking throat.

Still, battle and face-fucking have tired me some. That and I don't know if I quite want all his load deposited straight into my belly, hot as that sounds on some level. As he pulls back, my mouth parts almost too eagerly: I want air on a level that nearly surpasses my raging sexual desire. Eventually he leaves entirely, and I pant greedily. I can feel spurts of it jetting across, panting my face, landing among smeared makeup and tears. At least one burst catches flyaway hairs, glues them to the side of my face. I feel something land upon my trembling lips, still open for panting. Another smears along me.

Fuck, I've never been painted like this, marked. It's degrading, sure, but it feels so fucking hot. Like he's bodily claiming me, saying all this is his. Plus it's just plain fucking hot on some level: his bursting all over me, the thrill of what I did filling me. There's this slight mix of disgust, like I should be shamed at letting him do this, not just because I'm a Chosen One™, but because I'm a strong woman. Except I sank this out of him, and as I feel the seed oozing off, I feel powerful on some level. I, a lean ass girl just out of her teens, just made the Dark Lord jizz all over my face. I smile as I open up the one eye he hasn't pasted shut with seed, the expression almost cocky. I lick my lips, slightly in satisfaction, and partially to tease him, his flavor still on my tongue, but I don't make any other movements, at least for now. I don't want to ruin The Moment.
 
A shudder of pleasure was the reward for the lord of darkness as he shoved his hips into the Chosen One's face, body shuddering in rapturous bliss as he came. He could almost feel this Chosen One shivering in delight, with orgasmic bliss as he finished, shooting the hot, thick white into her waitig mouth, his hand gripping at her head while she twitched against him....letting himself fill her mouth to give her a taste...

Before pulling out to fire the rest over her face. Degrading? Maybe. Ownership? Absolutely. Is it royally FUCKING hot? Oh, unequivocally. Severan was merely watching, Valerian panting deeply as he stared lustfully at the beautiful woman before him with his cum aginst her face. He'd never realized this was the Chosen One...hell, he couldn't have cared less about the Chosen One's sex life.

Till now, of course. He smirked and reached down, taking his cock and rubbing in some of the cum against her cheek, rubbing it right into her there with a little snarl...just before he reached down to wipe away the rest from her eye. "Look at me." an order...he was still hard, one orgasm not near enough to give him fulfillment, not with Gwendoline Jones as she was.

His hand tightened on her braid, his grip forcing her to see his shaft, still hard, all but throbbing. He shifted, shoving her back onto the floor, before he seized her hips and flipped her about. Bound up, ass in the air, prone for him. One slap.

Then two. Striking the red marks as he was sure he liked, before he gripped the base of his cock and slid it between her thighs, tapping her clit with it once...before he adjusted so he might slide himself inside her, gripping her braid like proof of ownership.

"This what you want, chosen one...?"
 
My eyes barely land on him, and fuck he looks hot as hell right now, before he's yanking me. My braid, so tight at the beginning, is an all too easy handle for him to yank my body about. I barely think about resisting as he thrusts me to the floor: he's apparently forgotten that in my orgasmic delights I've stretched and almost ruined the bonds he tried to put on me, half a demonstration of my utter strength. I keep telling myself that I could get up and leave any time I wanted; that I was in control here. But we both know that while I have the power and ability, I couldn't get up and move if I want.

He just has to look at my utter mess of a pussy to realize that. The raw want is oozing out of me at an almost ridiculous rate, streaking down my thighs and running to collect in whatever bits of clothing he's left upon me. My lower lips are swollen, puffy with raw need, sticky with the arousal that just won't stop growing upon them. Bits of it cling just about everywhere, and the overwhelming, heady aroma of aroused woman hangs in the air. I can even smell it through the earthy scent of Dark Lord wanton my face. Even just being put in this position makes my lower lips throb, a subtle little twitching movement. My greedy hips jerk, first at a slap, then to almost meet his deliciously textured cock.

I roll my hips back a litte more, feeling my wet kiss his hard. A sly smile comes on my face as I glance over my shoulder. "Doesn't---doesn't feel like it's---just me---" I pant, still unable to quite keep my mouth shut. I don't even move to try and clean up my face, instead look up at him with those red eyes of mine. My hips roll. "Seems---to me, like the greedy dark one wants to debase himself inside tight little Chosen One pussy. Bet---bet you're already thinking of slamming all the way inside me and claiming my insides, right?" My sex spasms and I nearly curse: being turned on by your own dirty talk probably isn't the best move here. Not like I could help the reaction, or my hips as they roll.

His goddamn dialogue could've been lifted right out of one of my stories. Sometimes my responses in those are all meek and feeble, fully submitting, but that wouldn't work now. Honestly, I'm not sure I could ever fully submit, even to Valerian and his gorgeous, wonderful cock. I want him; I want to be under him and feel him hammer his hips home into mine. But I don't think I could just... give in to his will... and some part of me jerks at that thought.

Yeah, because this obviously is going to be anything but this weird, purely and amazingly physical thing we got going.
 
With the grip upon the Chosen One, Valerian gazed right at her first. And there she was. The warrior of light, the ultimate opponent of the darkness. And holy FUCK, by all the sweet shadows is she unbelievably hot, he thought. Full breasts, tattoos, black braid, everything he'd want...and with a good, fucked mouth, face all but ruined. His hand went first to the pussy and to no surprise, it was positively burning with need.

And so, so wet. He began to rub her firmly, one delicate finger inside her as he took his place behind her. HEr excitement was telling him everything he needed to know as well: she wanted this. Not just him, the way of it. Being dominated and bent over by the Dark Lord was positively inflaming her lust for him just as much as his was growing there. The scent of her was sending his cock to an even stiffer position than before.

"You need a lesson in manners..." he growled. Well...that was exactly what he was wanting right now. He didn't like she was able to so smoothly guess it. Well, okay, THAT was a complete and total fucking lie. Of course it was what he was he wnted to hear. The tip of his cock had penetrated between those full pussy lips, one inch of the shaft disappearing inside her body. He pushed her head down...

Just down so she had to look between her legs and see the entry as he slipped into her from behind. Pausing with his shaft halfway sheathed into her, he reached for her clit and began to rub. Hard, aggressive, not fucking her yet, but teasing her with him inside her.

How much could a Chosen One take? they were about to find out, he smirked as he teased her there, wanting to make her tremble, set her leg to twitching, her body to burn with ardent and urgent need, his cock now working in, inch by inch.

"Now...say you're mine. And I'll fuck you just like you want."
 
The problem with lust is that you can't exactly hide it. I can snap off all the witty comments I want or insist that there's no way I'll submit to him or whatever, but he can tell simply by touching me between the legs that I'm fucking melting for him. Even his little finger teasing me nearly makes me want to collapse; a soft gasp escapes me even while I'm attempting to be all cool and badass. When his wonderfully textured cock just starts to penetrate my lips I almost fucking lose it. I tremble, everything shivering, and my lips almost threaten to close on him as if I'm greedily kissing or eating his cock as it slides within me.

I dare a glance down, seeing him strumming me. "Fuck," I breathe, the word unable to stay just a thought. My body bucks against him, and I feel myself slide a little more cock inside me. Inner walls grip onto him as I squeeze, convulsing around his member. Damn, the thing feels almost perfect, thick enough to part me without being some weird ass fist shoving straight inside of me. Yet the fucker wasn't moving further. My thighs tremble as I try to hold myself.

"So... what you're saying..." I breathe, somehow managing to find thoughts, "is that if I don't, you'll, what, fuck me like you want?" I tease, flexing internal muscles, almost gripping his head. "You're kinda already---like..." I shift, glancing down, "starting here... Val---" I could feel a few more inches sliding into me and all the cocky dialogue just devolves into a throaty moan as I nearly collapse then and there. My insides tremble and it's taking all I have not to just fucking blow then and there. Fuck, but he did the whole tease me and then let me not touch or tease myself while I stimulated him. Plus I had that fucking cock in my mouth, so I know exactly what to expect: where the skin's textures will get nice, where his shape should hit me just so. My sex is snug: fitness and all that, though I do use it some. More than that, it's been almost perfectly shaped to match this fucking dick. Having him in me almost feels like he's filling a missing piece: I've shoved that toy up in there so many times that my body's all too used to it.

It's also entirely likely that a savvy male like Valerian's going to notice. Surely a normal human woman wouldn't contour about his dick so wonderfully, wrapping around it like it had already been molded. I do realize this may be ruining some of the fantasy for him: he doesn't get to reshape my Chosen Pussy to his Dark Dick or anything, and some part of me almost regrets that. I mean, it's not like the real thing is going to be better than the fake, right?

The trembling squeeze my insides give at that thought belies even my belief in it.
 
It was pretty obvious to Valerian that this was what Gwendolen had wanted. More than that, it was absolutely impossible to fucking hide it with how the CHosen One was reacting. She wasn't just wet; she was positively flooding below, the arousal impossible to ignore. The tease of his finger setting her to trembling...the way she tried to remain aloof. It would, Valerian thought, admittedly be hot to fuck the Chosen One as she acted like it was no big deal while secretly dying inside...

But this was even better. With her glancing between her thighs, his smooth cock breaching her walls to slide so delicately, so firmly, so skillfully into the body of the chosen warrior of light while her inner walls gripped him. The tightness was beautiful, he thought. This woman had a body that was nigh impossible to resist. But he managed, while she attempted to tease, flexing as her muscles gave him a clenching squeeze. He hissed softly, but instead of punishing her, he simply rubbed her clit again, his other hand braced on her ass while a thumb teased the back entrance, massaging at the hole and gently sliding in.

Her pussy was incredible. Warm, wet, firm to fit him so well. And he was immensely enjoying it. His weapon became pleasure as he rubbed her, letting her shiver before he seized her braid and wrenched her head back. Her made her look him in the eye; the Dark Lord, the Dark Dragon, the man entering her from behind....

And he slid into her all the way. He made her keep eye contact as he pulled back and thrust again, keeping her bound and firmly in his power as he began to slide in and out of her, not reshaping her but enjoying what was there. And then he kissed her.

His warm lips descended upon hers, uncaring that she'd sucked on his cock with such fervor only a short time ago. His kiss was hungry, passionate, dominating, romantic and controlling, all while his hips moved to begin a steady beat of flesh striking flesh, his tongue sliding into her mouth. Ownership claims were not always staked with fury and thunder, after all.

One hand then went to a breast, fondling it as he moved inside her. Hell, Valerian thought to himself as he took his pleasure of Gwendolen Jones.

We should have done this long ago.
 
I think I came a little when he pulled my hair back. Again that slight sliver of shame slides into the broiling heat of my melting, gooey insides. I mean, I'm all about being forward thinking and have been fantasizing about shit like this for years, but still I flush a little as I feel my body convulse around him because he's pulling my hair. The braid actually makes that at least bearable: it creates this tension throughout my head, a slice of pain that cuts into the fog of arousal quite well. It doesn't hurt that he's still teasing my clit, sending little pulses of arousal straight into me. Fuck, my orgasm is probably a mix of clitoral and just raw over-stimulation at this point.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I pant under my breath as I just keep him going further. Another starts with his lips take mine, and my eyes go wide. Fuck! He shouldn't be doing that! This is supposed to be some weird, claiming thing. A rampant fucking of one enemy taking another, cumming inside her or something. Why, the fuck, is he kissing me right now? Worse, why are my lips parting, why am I acting like I'm fucking starved for it, my tongue sliding out and begging for the one that he had inside of me, what, five minutes ago? Fuck, I'm melting again, shivering around his dick and feeling like I'm about to be a goddamn puddle there on the floor.

Our hips are thrusting. I don't know if he's moving or I'm moving or if we're both moving. My head's doing this fun spinning thing as he's kissing me and I'm kissing him or however the fuck that's happening. My sex is gripping him tightly, proving itself to be the near perfect sheath I've constructed for him. I can feel every contour of his too good dick rubbing against me. The scales are every bit the delight I'd always thought they would be, rubbing at parts of me inside that my more human partners couldn't have possibly managed to get. His cock is angled and hits me so fucking deep, probably knocking against some parts within me that most humans couldn't manage. But we're both more than human, so even this intense, deep fucking feels almost... romantic in a way.

A hand finds my breast, giving a squeeze and I smile around our lips. Guy couldn't keep his hands off them, and, again, it's not like they're out there flopping about or anything. My nipple rises to meet him, treacherous point that it is. I can't help that, nor can I quite help the contorting my body does. The bonds on my left hand snap, and my hand flies up. I grip his head, half for support, half because I fucking want to. Fingers slide into his hair, maybe even looking for a horn or something (fuck, I'm so cock-drunk right now I can't remember if Valerian has horns). I feel my body spasm around him, and I'm fucking losing track of what's an orgasm and what's just reaction at this point.

God, this feels too damn good. I wish he'd fucked me the first time I'd been all needy for him. Or even just after I turned eighteen. Goddamn him for denying me this for so damn long.
 
Tug. One pull of his hand and it was simply extraordinary what it could do to her and her body. The heat below increased, the tightness intensified, her body trembled in response to all he did. Valerian could tell the slight traces of pain, shame and humiliation were only enhancing her arousal and helping to, in the most pedestrian of terms, 'get her off.' Valerian demonstrated nothing more than a total mastery of his body and her own, pushing himself against her while her head is forced back. She chanted something akin to a whole storm of 'fucks.' Maybe a plea, maybe a command...

So just this one time, he was happy to obey. Just before he kissed her. What, did she expect just brutal, rough claiming sex? Sure, that could be fun...but in one's arch rival it's best to hurl in just a tiny little spark of romantic eroticism. Make her want to yield, make her feel even more while his tongue danced against her own. Oh, that worked. That worked like a fucking CHARM, didn't it? Valerian forgot Severan was watching as he pushed his cock into her, thrusting it inside her pussy just as his tongue thrust into her mouth. His hand cupped under her chin, holding it firmly.

This was a claiming as well. And he meant to take her for everything the little heroine was worth. "Oh, you're liking this..." he purred, nipping her lip. He set his teeth into it, just enough to feel, tugging it as he drove himself into the tightness of her. His smooth shaft matched perfectly with her slick walls, the friction bringing him closer and closer with every push. His hands fondled at her breasts.

Her body was twisting, writhing, her nipples hard against the warmth of his palms. He barely noticed her bonds were broken with her hands combing through his hair. He could have horns when he wanted to, beautiful and angular, majestic...which he did have now, her hands upon them. Thrust after thrust sent him close to the edge,...but he was hardly done claiming all of her yet.

"And what if I fuck that ass of yours...heroine?"
 
Liking this might be the understatement of the century. Every drop of my blood felt as if it had been lit on fire. Every molecule of my body felt charged with sexual energy. Every atom of my being melted before him, totally represented by the utter weeping of my sex over his cock, that drooling part of me almost humiliating in how eager it was. Of course my insides kept twisting and grasping at him, gripping onto his finely textured cock as if they'd been starved for just that. And why wouldn't they be? I'd been teasing myself with a pale replica of this very thing for as long as I realized that boys might be less than icky. My insides had been so thoroughly prepared for his entry that this felt like some weird completion thing.

Of course, some of what remains of my pride and this whole stupid ass plan thing means I can't let him know that. "All lies," I breathe as he insists I'm liking this. Fuck, his goddamn purr nearly sets me off again, not helped by the fact that I can feel his dick so thoroughly inside me that I'm a Chosen Popsicle, sex flavored at this point.

Hands grip horns and I have this ludicrous notion of just fucking snapping them off, like I want to remind him of my Amazonian strength or that we were fucking equals in this whole mess. My body trembles, muscles tensing for just a moment as if my body's all too eager to follow through on the errant thought. Instead I stiffen for a moment at his query.

Oh, some part of me wants to pant yes. My tight ass has to be snug as fuck: I've teased it some and found the whole taboo thing kinda exciting, but a constant worry about what should be obvious... shit kept me kind of away. I'm not fucking stupid though: I cleaned back there so thoroughly before this that it was actually embarrassing (Penny got the not so fun task of double-checking). I know that it may fulfill some wild desire of his to claim me, buuuut... plan.

I shake my head and grab those horns tight. "No," I pant, red eyes driving toward him. I've shifted at some point, staring into him, and now I roll my body. I'm actively riding him now, insides contorting, squeezing about him. Maybe there was a rotation: honestly the whole mess of orgasms is making the details of this a bit of a blur for me. Like, I'm still not entirely sure that one guy is watching or what, though I'm pretty sure we're still in, like, Valerian's grand chamber unless he teleported us. Yeah, I'm a bit more focused on the hot dragon/demon/man thing in front of me, with his dick knocking against my trembling insides, that weird ass prophecy drifting in my head. I probably shouldn't want to get pregnant: it can kinda fuck a girl up and all. But that damn prophecy indicates that, like, it would be the least bloody way.

And honestly? My body's almost craving it now. Stupid going off birth control's made me this very specific kind of horny. Maybe he'll be sane enough we can actually talk about this after or he'll feed me a pill or magic or potion or some shit. Right now though:

"I want to feel your seed blasting my womb, you dark mother fucker," I breathe to him, rolling my body against him, grinding and squeezing and giving my all.
 
Valerian had not experienced this. Even with succubi. And it was telling him, in the back of his lust fogged mind that something might have been up right now. Maybe she'd yielded too easily. Maybe she'd wanted this a bit too much. He growled slightly, but the sound was impossible to tell between frustration and lust. And besides, he didn't WANT to stop fucking her. He was enjoying it more than he'd enjoyed anything in centuries, driving himself within her, a fury simply spurring him on with each slap of his hips against her tight, fit ass.

Over and over, with deep, rough strokes as he teased and strummed her clit. He heard her lie very clearly about not liking it, sliding his cock back to the hilt inside her. Each stroke setting off that heat, that wetness, that utter, unbelievably enticing grip of her sex. Her hands on his horns, giving him a jolt of pleasure. Panting, he sped up, holding back on the urge to cum.

Maybe using a bit of magic, but that was part of self control. One finger was up her ass, moving in a little counter clockwise motion, teasing it again and again while he drove his cock into her pussy. With a growl, he reaalized she was riding him, grindig into him and...yes, something is going on. Something was DEFINITELY going on. He was good, but THIS good? One hand roughly fonded a full breast, his teeth setting against her neck as he pushed himself up.

But at her last comment, he was suddenly determined NOT to give her what she wanted. At least not easily...And so he let her ride, bucking and grinding, before attempting to seize control anew, pushing her forward and pinning her arms behind her, locking her in place as the hard push in her pussy shifted.

His cock slid free, with an ache borne of absence...but immediately, he pushed a cheek open, setting the tip to her tight back door and sliding it in, having made the attempt to loosen it enough, to slide his cock back into her...just with a different place of entry.

"And what makes you think...I'll bow to YOUR whim, Chosen One?" He hissed, seizing her braid and working himself in. "You yield before ME."
 
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