wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[Well now, those words do something. Levity shivers, his face flushing even deeper.]

Aah... p-please keep me, Mistress...

[His voice is quiet in embarrassment of admitting his feelings (in a way), but soon rises again as Lily takes him in, deep and relentless. It's meant to be punishment still, but Levity can't find anything but flustered happiness in his heart. He wants this, more of this, to make Lily happy, to be hers utterly.

Levity moans, his hold on Lily's head tightening.]

Mistress--Lily--

[She's just so amazing, her mouth so hot and her lips so soft around him, and he really can't hold on much longer. Levity pants, thrusting up roughly without even realizing it, mind lost in the whirlwind of pleasure.]

Aah, M-Mistress, I'm sorry, I--!!

[He comes with a breathless gasp, shuddering and twitching under her and inside her mouth - and as ever, there's quite, quite a lot of it. He still holds onto Lily, unaware of it as his orgasm wrecks him, only able to focus on the intoxicating warmth and tightness around him.]

Mmmn, aah...

[Finally he subsides, tears in the corners of his eyes. Levity slumps back, gulping air, still twitching in the aftermath. It might take him a little bit to really get his bearings again.]

[She does so love being called Mistress, but hearing him call her actual name (actual enough, anyway) because he's so far gone is beyond delightful too and she redoubles her efforts until he spills into her mouth. She drinks him down greedily, reveling in the heat and the taste in him but ah, yes, let's do that.

She holds quite a lot of him in her mouth and rises up to cradle his face and kiss him, passing on his own seed into his mouth, a thin line of it dripping at the corner of his mouth. He won't escape his own sin.

Also, it's just amazing.]

[Levity makes a muffled noise of surprise, grabs onto Lily's shoulders as she leans in - and his grip grows desperate when the hot bitterness fills his mouth and he realizes what Lily intends for him. It's unexpected and more than embarrassing and he whines helplessly... but he has no other choice but to accept it. Levity closes his eyes, face crimson with humiliation, swallows obediently before kissing back messily.]

[Lily, more for her own sake, does not kiss him for very long, though it is deeply passionate, tongue wrapping around his as her hand slips briefly into his long hair.

The problem is she could kiss him all day and night and that could last a long time in this place. Even in dreams, he is no less wonderfully appealing. She draws back, a line between their lips before breaks it and lips her own.]

My my, coming so much...you really wanted it so badly. You're such a little slut. I really do have to set you straight.

[In her hands is a lovely collar once again in her colour that she fastens around his neck. There's a lead attached to it and she pulls on it to lead him to the other side of her desk, shoving him roughly on top of it.

She looks at him with such deep fondness out of his line of sight. He's so cute and charming and she simply cannot get enough of him.

But ah, she still has a game to play, it will end soon, but not with a whimper that's for sure.

Her panties simply disappear and a cock, bigger than all the large ones he's already taken sprouts between her legs. Once again, a sort of rightness and calmness settle over her, but she cannot ruminate on that right now, not when he's right here.

Lily strokes herself in preparation before she rubs herself over his entrance, let him feel how hard and hot and big she is. It would have been nice to completely surprise him, but there's something to be said for the anticipation.]

[Levity's breath catches when she fastens the collar around his neck - there's a special kind of warmth and excitement in that kind of statement of ownership. He lets Lily tug on it - after all, being led is at least half the fun of it, - and his breath catches when she shoves him onto the desk and her cock presses against him. It's hot, and even just by the tip of it he can tell it's going to be oh so much larger than any other. A part of him is almost frightened, just a little, of just how much it's going to break him... but by the same token it's so sweetly intoxicating, made all the more overpowering by the fact that it's Lily. As good as the others have felt, it's her he wants most of all.]

Mistress...

[Even in the whisper his excitement and anticipation shine through, and he can't help rocking his hips against her, so obviously eager for Lily to fill him.]

[She doesn't have to worry about lube in a dream and so she angles herself and startsto slide into him slowly.]

After the mess you made...getting all that come everywhere from leaking...you're still so tight after all that? Lucky, lucky you. I'd say no one needs to know what a pretty, little slut you are, but you wear it on your sleeve, mmm...everyone knows now.

[She keeps pushing and she's glad he's not able to see her properly yet because it feels amazing. His body is so good, he's so good, so hot and tight around him--her--and knowing that--]

but you're my pretty slut.

[--he belongs to her is a fantastic high. She pulls on the chain draw his body back into hers and she licks the side of his face, possessive, teeth running along his skin, not biting, but there is a hint of danger nonetheless. She nips his ear before growling softly into it.]

One cock, a hundred, or a thousand, you can have as much as you wish, but you will come back to me.

[She begins to prove it, shoving him back down and hips finally moving.]

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[He moans softly, sweetly, as Lily pushes into him, his heart dancing with the excitement and pleasure. It feels good, so good, both on the physical level and on the emotional, the sweet humiliation and the sheer joy of being owned. He gasps as Lily pulls him back, whimpers softly as she runs her mouth along the side of his face. By the heavens, he wants her to bite him, to devour him utterly...]

Aah... Y-yes, Mistress, I belong only to you... I--I want to be yours, I want you to keep me, use me, whenever you want, however you want...

[Levity's breath comes faster and shorter as he essentially talks himself into even further arousal. He moans eagerly as Lily finally begins to move - just being filled was already so much, but actually being taken by her is infinitely better, especially when she's so hard and thick inside him, promising to wreck him completely.

Ah, he can't wait for it.]

M-Mistress, your cock--feels so good--

[Lily sings, but it's Vivi who makes music with his moans and words. What a slutty little siren she has.

Has.

Hers.

Once more--really, she's never stopped thinking about how he's hers.

She wants to make that apparent in every way. She moves his hair out of the way to lean and press down against his back, biting the back of his neck and sucking at this skin to mark him. She repeats it again and a third time, angling her mouth so that she can touch and taste a mother part of his skin. His coworkers will see the lingering bruises, though they're already witnessing him getting fucked.]

You're hungry for more cock after all the ones you've taken today? What a hungry little slut you are. Say it.

[She smacks his ass--is it punishment for his proclivities, or a reward for his endurance? Who knows, but she does it again, hips thrusting faster.

Later, later, she'll let herself be affected by the fact that he wants to be hers, let it warm and affect her with the soft implications. For now? It's only natural and just so to act on that simple, binding truth.

But fuck, he's so hot...her cock feels like it truly belongs inside him and she can't get enough of chasing the sensation, hips working harder and faster.]

Mmmm...so tight again for me, you really want it so badly.

[Levity bows his head to expose more of his skin for Lily, panting excitedly, fingers trying to dig into the surface of the desk. It feels so good and he doesn't have any shame left, especially not when it's Lily fucking him.]

Ahh--yes, Mistress, please-- I-I want it so much, I want you to--to use me, to break me, aah--

[Heavens, it feels so good.]

I-It's why I broke the rules... I keep thinking about you, I-I could not help myself--I know I do not deserve your attention, ah, s-so--

[Levity whines, breathless, trying to rut himself on the desk.]

I thought that, at least, with one of your creations... I could, ahh, p-pretend that it was you taking me--

[He may not have any shame to spare now but that, in itself, is delicious. It's beautiful to watch, to see him so free from the fetters of arbitrary propriety, but better still when he comes down from the high and the shame returns to him.

Lily licks her lips, hips moving faster. She gets to have her cake and eat it and it is delectable.

He feels so hot and tight against her, it's beyond words, but she still manages to grow hotter still to hear him say he was thinking of her. In the privacy of her own thoughts, her own heart, she can't help but think that's sweet, even if the fire of her lust dictates that of course he would. Of course he should.

He is absolutely worth her attention, but, of course, she can't just tell him that with heartfelt honesty, she must take the longer way.

She jerks the leash back and reaches to tease his large cock with her hand.]

Look at you, all the cock you could ever want inside you and you're still not satisfied. [She murmurs by his ear before nipping at the lobe.] Greedy little slut.

Tell me what you want with my hand.

[He gasps as he's yanked back, arching his back--but even that is overwhelmed by the feeling of Lily's hand on him. Levity makes a choked sound, hips twitching with the need, fingers scrambling on the desk.]

Aah-- I-I want you to make me finish, Mistress--

[He trails off into a whimper, overwhelmed with his fantasies of Lily jerking him off mercilessly--and fucking him still even after he's spent again. He tries to put it into words, heartbeat picking up in humiliation, but--]

I, nnh... I-I'm sorry I'm such a slut, Mistress--I can't, I can't think of a-anything else but coming, I'm sorry--

[She bites his ear and wraps her hand around his slick and dripping cock, stroking it furiously. She's very close and she'll see that he won't be far behind.

Her hips move violently, slap after wet slap echoing sharply in the room. She can feel her own pre dripping constantly from her cock inside him, but she'll have more and better to give to him soon.

Lily is fiercely, wildly in control and yet out of control, a willing slave to her every desire and impulse, but feeling his cock in her hand makes her twitch, in both her cock and her folds. He's so big, so hard in her hand, it doesn't give her pause, but it makes her think at what more he could do for her perhaps.

One hand continues to hold his leash while her hand continues stroking him harshly. It's strange to the point of dubious sanity how much he is her toy and yet how much he is still a person and lover. She wants to bring him the greatest, sweetest satisfaction while never letting him forget that he is an instrument for her own.

She licks a long stripe along his cheek and does not let up, laughing at his too true declaration.]

Then come for me, my beautiful, depraved, radiant whore, Vivi! Vivi! [Her voice rings out clear as a bell and undeniable, timed with her thrusts.]

Mine, mine, mine--

[Helplessly, Levity tries to dig his fingers into the desk again - so overpowering it is to be jerked off so harshly while Lily keeps driving into him, and only more amplified by the fact that the tug on the collar forces him to arch back, makes him feel so terribly exposed...

...he really is hers, he realizes. No, more than a simple realization, it's knowledge that settles within his mind so snugly. Hers. Her toy, her plaything for Lily to do as she pleases with...

There's something so utterly sweet about that thought that makes Levity want to give in completely and never go back, as the sheer comfort of being owned washes over him. Why hold anything back, no matter how small? Lily can, should, does have all of him.]

Mistress... Mistress--

[A half-whisper at first as he tries to gather some air in his heaving lungs, his voice grows louder and quicker still--]

I'm yours, I'm yours, p-please, take me, fill me, anything, aah--

[Levity's voice trails off into a mess of moans, louder and louder, unabashed and yet almost obscenely vulnerable as Levity finally lets go completely. There's a change in his movements, too - a new, even deeper kind of eagerness and openness than ever before, like pleasuring Lily is the one and only thought he has left. He writhes under her, panting and choking on his own moans as she strokes him - he's so sensitive and it's going much beyond overstimulation for him now, but even that feels so pleasant, so right--

It's not long at all until Levity's voice cuts off, strangled, as he grows even hotter and stiffer under Lily's touch, before finally, finally spilling, hips still thrusting into Lily's hold instinctively and the resultant overstimulation making Levity writhe and shudder violently, spasming so tightly around her cock. The orgasm is so, so much stronger than anything he's ever experienced before, all thought and reasoning washed away, and it will certainly take Levity some time to recover enough to even consider thinking.]

[She can see and hear and feel the knowledge settling into him. That he belongs to her burrowing its way deep into the core of his self, but this does, of course, cuts both ways after a fashion. He is hers, which means that she is responsible for him. To use and play with him, yes, but praise him when he does well, to see him satisfied when he earns it, to take proper care with discipline and pleasure alike. The responsibility is not lost on her, she relishes the prospect and challenge. And he has done very, very well.

Vivi embraces his role so thoroughly that there's a moment in which Lily finds her mind in a mire of lust so deep and encompassing it threatens to consume her. The way he moves, screams, smells--how he's so wracked with pleasure. Yes, she's doing it all to him, yes, there is something so powerfully satisfying about it, but flames can so easily be turned against the one wielding it and does not differentiate in what or who it burns. If she is not careful whatt remains of her restraint might burn away.

But then, why should she be?

Lily's hips and stroking hand are frantic in their purpose, but there is a simple, inevitable clarity in her mind despite the chaos, or rather because of it. She isn't determined to see him come, it's a fact that is going to happen. She licks a long stripe along his cheek and keeps fucking him until he does. Beautifully, magnificently, so unabashed. It sends her over the edge and she does as he begged, groaning deeply as she fills him with wave after wave of her hot, thick seed. Sweat dots and rolls down her forehead and she needs to take a breath. Lily gathers some of his come, hand leaving his cock before she slowly presses her fingers into his mouth. The speed could be mistaken for gentleness, but she will not be denied.

She lets go of the chain, lets him collapse forward if he must. She will give him a little time, but not much before she carefully moves to flip him on his back, heedless of the come rolling down his thighs.

Lily breathes and removes her with such casualness, it seems that perhaps she just needs to get cool, nothing else will happen. The fact that she sighs with some relief lends credence to this.

But then she licks her lips and offers him a smile that shines like a gleaming dagger before it plunges into skin, and her hips begin to move again. Slowly, powerfully, a rolling tide that grows stronger and stronger. The pleasure of her orgasms floods her senses, and she is drunk on it, the blood pounds in her with a loudness that threatens to deafen, but she wants to go beyond this threshold, to see him utterly shattered, and perhaps herself too.

She chuckles low in her throat, bright, delighted, perhaps not entirely sane. What little softness of her cock steels over in moments and she leans forward to bite and kiss at his neck, working her way upwards to kiss Vivi thoroughly before drawing back with a hum as she tastes him there. With a sweet sigh, her lips brush against his as she speaks.]

We are going on a journey, you and I, my sweet Vivi. To your ruin.

[Levity whimpers as Lily presses her fingers into his mouth - he doesn't know if being humiliated like that is a punishment or a reward, but at this point those things are one and the same, everything that Lily gives him - and he's grateful for everything, too. Sloppily, tongue moving clumsily with the lack of control, he drinks up his own come, doing his best to lick Lily's fingers clean, his face flushed a deep red.

He does slump forward as Lily lets go of the chain, trying to catch his breath, but his respite is a brief one before she turns him over. Levity gives a soft noise as he tries to settle back on the desk, but his eyes are completely locked to Lily - adoration, hunger, utter vulnerability and belonging, a manner of fear as to what she might yet do to him but also a determination to give her everything, anything she desires. His breathing picks up again as Levity briefly raises a hand to try and draw her closer - needless, really, given that Lily soon starts driving into him again, and Levity settles back on the desk with a half-pained moan, bucking his hips into it obediently. He's so sensitive after being fucked like that but, ah... More, a part of him wants more - and it's not like he has a choice anyway, so he will do anything. Everything.]

Mistress...

[He whimpers under her as Lily picks up the pace, yet still tries to keep his legs spread to give her more access. He's a toy to be used by her, after all; he needs to be a good one.

But feeling her tongue and lips on his skin still brings a more bashful kind of pleasure and he drinks up that kiss eagerly, moaning into it, gasping when she finally pulls away.]

Of... of course. Anywhere... A-Anything you wish, Mistress... Please, please break me, completely, utterly...

[She notices as she crashes into him, even in her furor, how he still has rooms to respond to intimacy and what seems like more emotional actions and she smiles once more. He is already filled with hunger and adoration, so very pliant for her, but she wonders if she can entice him to break entirely for her out of love and not an admittedly emotional lust.

Her hips never stop, but her voice softens, her own tone so adoring, so proud as she degrades him. And yet, is it truly degradation if it accurate?]

My handsome whore...my beautiful toy.

[She kisses him deeply once, twice, thrice, gentle and sweet, before her tongue plunges into his mouth, finding his tongue and running her own along it, tasting him there, the layered flavour of all that is him, before she draws back, another line of saliva connecting their lips.]

Such a giving, but greedy slut you are...spread so wide--ahh--yet hugging my cock so tightly even now...say it. Say you're a greedy slut, speak your truth.

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