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Carnage x Reader Smut

Warnings: Rape, dubcon, rough sex, tentacles, public sex, predator/prey, blood play, pain kink, jealous of Venom, bondage, Creampie, watersports, dirty talk

Summary: You are being pursued by Carnage, and do everything you can to save your life.

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That night was bleak. No moon in the sky, nothing to illuminate your path. You ran, ran as fast as your legs would carry you. Your boots hit the pavement in loud slaps. Your arms ached as they swung at your sides. Heart pounding, chest heaving, you carried on.

Because Carnage was coming.

“You know I like it when you run!”

Sobs worked their way up your chest. Tears stung your eyes. You didn’t have time to wipe them away. Your vision was blurry, but you couldn’t stop running. You were so afraid. More afraid than you’d ever been. Of ending up with a fate worse than death.

Suddenly his voice was behind her, so close she could feel his breath on her neck. It reeked of death, of unnatural and unholy things. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end.

“Pick up the pace, will ya? It’s no fun if I catch you too soon.”

You didn’t turn your head. You didn’t risk it. You did what he asked, and ran. There was nothing but pavement in front of you. Pine trees lined the sides of the road. They were packed tightly, with thick brush between them. You’d likely tear up your legs if you attempted to brave the forest.

You felt your jeans slide down your hips, it slowed you down. Just enough that you tripped on a sagging heel. You sailed towards the ground at astounding speed. You were a moment away from cracking your skull on the pavement. You didn’t have enough time to scream.

You felt one of Carnage’s appendages slide up your arm. He wrapped it tightly around your bicep, and pulled you effortlessly from the ground. Your shoulder ached as your body weight pulled against the muscle. You dangled in his grip, your view became upright so quickly it turned your stomach.

He swung you around to face him, his height was staggering. Leaner than Venom, but just as imposing. His muscles rippled with raw power. His mouth was just as dangerous, his blackened lips and eyes were the only indication of family resemblance.

“Venom-Venom is going to find me!” You spat at him.

Carnage tilted back his head and laughed. It was shocking how much that sound made you shudder. It was the laugh of someone completely unhinged. Detached from all sense of reason.

He drew you closer, “You don’t sound so sure about that. You’re just my Daddy’s plaything after all, aren’t ya?”

Carnage leaned his massive red face into yours and searched your eyes. He was even more frightening up close. There was no empathy there, no softness. Cletus was as unlike Eddie as any two people could be. Seeing the proof of that made you feel so much more aware of the danger you were in.

“I can’t wait to send him back to you without your head.” He taunted.

Carnage’s tongue shot out, coiling and whipping like a snake’s tail. He dragged the tip down your cheek. He left a trail of saliva that dripped down your jaw and soaked your shirt. You shook, tears flowed like a river down your face.

As he extended his jaw. When he lowered it down over your head, you found your voice, “You want to hurt him! I know how you can, just PLEASE! Please don’t eat me.”

Carnage withdrew with a sickening smile, “I’m listening.”

You wet your lips. You had nothing to offer. Almost nothing. You knew it was a long shot, but you had to do anything you could to keep yourself alive. Venom would forgive you, that is, if you ever saw him again.

“If you kill me, that’s um…too simple. If you want to hurt him, you have to uh–” You stumbled over your words, “Humiliate him.”

Carnage craned his neck at an unnatural angle, “Interesting. How do you suggest I do that?”

Your lip trembled, “You said it, right? I’m just Venom’s plaything. So play with me.”

Carnage seemed to ponder this for a moment. The implication, and the potential benefits of leaving you with your head intact. You prayed, prayed to every God that there was, that he would take this alternative. You could handle him, as long as he left you alive.

“Now that’s just the kind of thing I like to hear. Okay, girlie, let's play.” He purred.

Carnage drew you against him, he used one appendage to curl you up against his chest, and another wrapped tightly around your jaw. You were bound by him and against him. Without warning he took off towards the forest. He traveled by extending and manipulating his body through the trees. His body shielded you from any impact or stray branches. Deep in the forest, almost no light could be seen. Little from the moon, and none from the road. You headed into darkness with this creature, you weren’t sure if you could make it out of there once he was done with you.

He settled on a spot. A bit of raised root systems that was thick enough for you to sit on. He released your mouth, and lowered you down onto the earth. You flattened your back against the ground as he made his way on top of you. Hundreds of small appendages shot out in all directions. He was still Humanoid in form, but there was so much of him. Red everywhere. You didn’t know where to look. Carnage was simply all there was.

“Please. Be gentle.” You begged.

Carnage laughed once again, “Oh girlie, you know that that’s not going to happen. Nice try though.”

One of Carnage’s claws slid into view. He pressed the tip into your chest, just below your collarbone. He traced a line down your sternum. You whimpered as he sliced your skin. It was a shallow wound, but it still drew blood. Down your chest we went, between your breasts. His claw shredded your shirt and bra easily. Both fell to the side as he slid further down your body. The pain stopped as he sliced through the bottom of your top.

Your breasts were exposed, your nipples pebbled in the chilled evening air. Carnage’s tongue crawled out to tease them. You arched against his touch. The flesh he’d cut was raw and painful. A deep line of blood pooled at your center. After he wrapped his dexterous tongue around each nipple, he took his time tasting your blood.

You moaned and squirmed against him. His tongue stung like disinfectant in a wound. He enjoyed drinking your blood, he took his time running the flat of his tongue up and down your torso. You were stained with blood and saliva by the time he finished.

“Believe it or not, this is Carnage’s first time.” A distinctly human voice said in the darkness, “But don’t worry, I’ll show him the ropes.”

You cried out as something pulled on the waistband of your jeans. They were shredded. Clawed from hip to knee with indelicate fingers. You clenched your teeth and shook your fists as you felt your flesh once again being torn by this creature. You tried to get a grip, but the pain and vulnerability made your heart thunder in your chest.

You felt Carnage pull your clothes off. Any piece that didn’t come off with ease was torn to pieces. When he gave a particularly hard tug at your waistband, you lost control of something you’d been trying to hold back. Your bladder.

You let out a pathetic whimper as wetness pooled at your core. It flooded out of you, no amount of clenching could stop it. You felt it pool at your ass. You soaked the ground with your piss.

“You couldn’t hold it anymore, could you?” Carnage taunted, “Pissing yourself in fear. What would dear old Daddy think?”

Carnage lowered his head and sniffed. He let out a contented sigh. His breath fluttered against your exposed cunt. You tried to shift your hips away, but limbs shot out to hold your hips down.

“You are as human as they get. Stinking of fear and piss. I can see why he likes you. I think I’m starting to like you too.”

His tongue was inside your cunt so quickly you gasped. You tossed your shoulders from side to side, trying to gain some leverage. Two more appendages slithered out to hold you down. You were pinned, from shoulders to hips. There was nothing you could do. No one to call out to. No one could stop this.

Carnage ate you out ravenously. The noises he made were gratuitous and lewd. It felt like he taunted you with his want. Like he wanted you to know how much he was enjoying himself.

You closed your eyes and tried to pretend that it was Venom there in his stead. That it was his kind and familiar tongue touching your most intimate place. But Carnage felt so different. His rhythm was tireless and intense. There was no consideration for your pleasure. He took no time to stretch you out before he shoved the full length between his lips inside of you.

Carnage lifted your hips to get a deeper angle. He wrapped his claws around your bloody thighs and clenched hard. You cried out in pain, and bit your own tongue in the process. You had no more tears left, so instead your chest heaved in dry sobs.

“Cry for me,” Carnage commanded, “I want to hear how much you hate me.”

You shrieked, “I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!”

He pressed into your cervix. His thick tongue made you uncomfortably full. You could feel your belly bulge above your navel. You screamed in protest. You shook your arms and legs as hard as you could but you didn’t gain an inch.

“Mmm. What do you think he’ll say, little plaything? What will he think of you once you’re broken?”

The will to fight you’d been building up was only exhausting you. Every muscle that you clenched, every tendon you pushed to its limit, was a wasted effort. Still Carnage pressed forward. His devious tongue had its fill, before pulling out so suddenly you gasped.

A cock extended from his crotch. Like Venom he could recall it and withdraw it at will. The size and shape was entirely up to their own interpretation. As long as that interpretation was vaguely human. Venom made a conscious effort to make it comfortable for you. You knew Carnage wouldn’t extend the same consideration.

The tip was hot and hard. Carnage pitched his hips forward, and rubbed the length up and down your lips. Despite your disgust, you knew that your body would betray you. You felt your juices spread on the head of his cock. He entered just an inch, then another, and in moments he was sheathed inside of you.

He let out a relieved sigh. It rumbled through his chest, you felt it course through your entire body. His muscular form pressed against you. Your breasts flattened against his pecs. He nestled his face in the crook of your neck. You felt his breath tickle against your skin. You tried to turn away, but he wouldn’t let you.

A clawed hand wrapped around your exposed throat. It constricted your blood flow, slowly at first, as he settled into your hole.

Carnage groaned, “Aah. A new sensation.”

The head of his cock hit your cervix. You couldn’t contain the moan that escaped your throat. He constricted your airway tighter. Your eyelids fluttered, your mind grew fuzzy and pliant.

“To be where my father has been. To mark his woman as mine. There is no greater pleasure.”

You felt your body slacken as you lost oxygen. The roots dug into your back, painful against your spine. Your extremities prickled with goosebumps.

Carnage stilled inside of you, and raised himself up to get a better look at your face. You were barely awake, holding onto consciousness by a thread.

“Ah ah ah, little plaything. You’re not allowed to tap out.” He warned.

Carnage released his grip on your throat. You pulled shallow breaths back into your lungs. Your head pounded against your skull. Your vision clouded with black dots as you returned to consciousness.

It took too long for you to feel Carnage pounding away at your insides. His pace was relentless, his cock tore you from the inside out. Even with proper lubrication, he wasn’t letting up. Carnage moaned along with every thrust. The elation was plain on his face.

“That’s better. I want you awake. For now.”

One of his massive clawed hands slammed against the root you rested on. He leveraged his hips even further up and drove into you with astounding speed. His cock bruised your insides. Saliva dripped from his open mouth down your naked body.

It hurt, worse than anything you’ve ever felt. He was trying to break you, to push you to your absolute limit. A moan barely escaped your lips before you slammed your hands on top of it. You stifled the sound for just a moment before Carnage used his red appendages to rip them away. He pinned your wrists to the ground. You felt your bones grinding. He pressed your wounded bloody thighs even harder against your chest.

You cried out louder this time. You gnashed your teeth and pressed your tongue to the roof to try and swallow the pain.

“Don’t hide from it. I want to hear you. Maybe…I just need to make a few more holes.”

Carnage punctured your wrist with his claws. You screamed and thrashed in his grip once more. You heaved with all of your might, your back arched off of the ground. That didn’t stop him from fucking your sensitive cunt. His hips reshaped and molded around you any time you moved, there was no escape.

Your eyes filled with terror as you saw his appendages spread like slime into the open wounds on your wrists. His form was crawling inside of you, infecting you with the symbiote.

“Stop, stop it hurts!” You cried out.

Carnage shivered, a full blown shiver that coursed through both of your bodies. His head hung low but his eyes never left yours.

“That’s the stuff baby, tell me again.”

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but you needed to scream. You needed to cry and express your pain outward. Before it destroyed your will entirely.

“It hurts, it hurts, please, please, stop…you can play with me but please stop.” You could feel your tears streaming down your face.

“Oh fuck yeah…”

Carnage stiffened, his assault on your open wounds ceased. You felt warmth looking inside of your core. He had drilled his relentless pace. You knew the feeling immediately. He’s cum inside of you.

Carnage laughed, a small sound at first, but it grew. The sickening sound filled the forest. You were surrounded by him, by his sadistic joy at your humiliation.

You closed your eyes, trying to escape the horror, when you felt something pressing into your ass. You clenched your other hole, but Carnage would have none of that.

“Now I know what that hole feels like. Let’s try the others.”

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Tentacle Monster Stalker x AFAB Reader Smut

Summary: You run into an old friend at a bar. He is not what he seems, and all he wants is you.

Warnings: Rape/noncon, drugs, stalker, tentacles, transforming, praise kink, forced love and affection, rough sex, stripping, creampie

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“Can I get another one of the special, the pineapple one?” You asked the bartender.

“Sure thing,” She replied.

You rested your forearms on the bar while your drink was being prepared. You scanned the room. It was an arcade bar, albeit a small one. A few machines lined the wall opposite yourself. There were a few high tables with countertop bar stools pushed beneath. It wasn’t a busy night. There were only a few patrons, looking at their phones, or playing games quietly.

The friend who’d invited you out got a flat tire. They were on the other side of town, but since you were already there, you decided to get a couple drinks. You didn’t have work tomorrow, why waste a night out just because you were alone?

You received your drink, and closed your tab. You signed the bill, left a tip, and wandered around the room. You recognized some of the games, easy platformers with classic characters. Your wallet was in your crossbody bag, you checked it for coins. Only pennies and dimes, no quarters. You sighed. Oh well.

“Excuse me,” You heard a soft male voice behind you, “Are you Y/N?”

You turned your head. It was Gill. An old friend from college. You’d met him through mutual friends. You weren’t the closest of friends, but you’d spent some time together. Even kissed once on New Years while you were plastered.

“Oh, hey Gill. It’s good to see you.”

“It’s–it’s good to see you too! I can’t believe it, it’s been years!”

Gill reached out to hug you, and you accepted.

Gill was a bit on the lanky side. He wasn’t especially tall, but he had striking bone structure. Defined and crisp despite his soft eyes. They were a silvery blue, which complemented his dirty blonde hair well. His glasses were thick, both the lenses and the frames.

His head rested in the crook of your neck for just long enough that it made you feel awkward. You loosened your grip, and released him. He did the same, just a bit more slowly. You spilled a bit of your drink on his cardigan.

“I’m so sorry, I made such a mess!” You apologized. You wiped the coat with your hand, trying to wick away the moisture.

Gill placed a lean hand on top of yours, and stilled it.

“It’s okay, really. I-I don’t mind.” He stuttered.

You cleared your throat, and took a sip of your drink. You realized that you’d gotten quite close to him. Gill’s body was only a few inches from you. His face was kind, though the closeness made you nervous.

“So um…how’s it going? What have you been up to?” You asked.

Gill cleared his own throat, “Um…not a lot actually. I’m working from home. I live in an apartment downtown. I come here a lot. I like um…video games.”

You turned toward the machine behind you, and sighed.

“I didn’t bring any quarters.” You confessed.

Gill’s face brightened. He dug into his pockets and pulled out a small pouch.

“I’ve got plenty. Would you mind…I mean…do you want to play?” He asked meekly.

You smirked, “Sure, Gill. Let’s play.”

The two of you played well together. Whooping and groaning during your victories and defeats. When you lost a game, you found another one. After an hour you’d played all of the machines in the arcade. You’d finished your drink, and felt a warm comfortable buzz growing in your gut.

When the last game flashed with a red ‘Game Over’, both of you complained.

“Oh man…” Gill groaned. His brows drew together, the corners of his lips pulled down.

“It’s okay,” You comforted him, patting him on the shoulder, “How about another?”

Gill held up the empty pouch, “I think I’m out. I’m sorry.”

You waved your hand, “No, no, don’t worry about it. I had fun. Actually, I think I should get going. It’s getting late.”

Gill’s frown deepened, “Really? Oh, I was having a lot of fun. I…I’ve missed hanging out with you.”

You were taken aback, you hadn’t expected such a heartfelt confession. You’d always liked Gill, but you didn’t know him particularly well. He’d always struck you as quiet, a bit shy. You’d gotten along with him, but you wouldn’t call him a close friend. Someone to be missed.

“Um…yeah. It’s been fun catching up,” You said.

Gill moved a bit closer to you, his arm brushed against yours.

“I mean it. I’ve really missed you. I’ve been thinking about you lately. It’s like…fate.” His voice was high and excited.

You looked around, and noticed that you were alone in the bar. The other patrons had gone, and the bartender was rummaging through the storage room in the back.

The energy between you and Gill had shifted. He was too enthusiastic, too interested in you. She backed away just a bit, putting some space between them.

“That’s great Gill. It’s been nice seeing you.” You said carefully.

He closed the distance between them quickly, snatching your hand up in his. His grip was gentle, but still it made you uncomfortable.

“I mean it. Ever since our kiss, I’ve wanted to tell you how I felt. I never got the chance.” He continued, his eyes filled with intensity.

Your voice struggled to stay steady, “Gill, that was a long time ago. Please. Let me go.”

Gill’s grip tightened. You pulled away, freeing yourself. You looked around for an exit. Unfortunately it was down a dark hallway, and up a set of stairs. You moved quickly, walking as fast as you could towards the exit.

“I didn’t mean to scare you!” Gill was coming up behind you, matching your pace easily, “Honest, this isn’t how it was meant to go!”

You ignored him, and kept walking. Your heart was thumping in your chest, the blood rushing to your ears. There was an uneasy feeling in your stomach, you needed to get out of there. Find somewhere safe. If you were lucky, get to your car.

“Please, just give me a chance!” He called out.

Gill’s hand wrapped around your arm, and pulled you back against him. You were so shocked you let out a soft yelp. He wasn’t much taller than you, but at this distance that difference felt massive. You were cowering beneath him. His expression was desperate, his eyes fixated on yours.

“Please, just listen. I’ve never met someone like you. You’re so beautiful.”

He leaned in and pressed his nose against your cheek. He breathed in your scent, and caused a shiver to course through you. You tried to pull away from his grip, but he was strong, stronger than you thought. The tip of his nose traveled down your jaw, across your lobe, and down your neck. The skin there was alight with sensation. Your body reacted to him despite your fear.

“Oh!” He breathed out, “I’ve dreamed of this day for so long. I’ve been watching. Waiting. Holding myself back.”

Gill’s tongue dragged across your neck. You were overwhelmed. Caught on the edge of fear and lust. You didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t think. Your muscles spasmed, you felt tears trickle down your cheek. His tongue was long, longer than you’d expected it to be. It lapped at your throat, tasted your skin. You tried to turn away, but it only extended your neck. Giving him better reach.

“You taste so much better than I remember. Your skin is sweet.” He mused.

Gill’s other hand reached up to grasp your jaw, and tilted your face towards his. His eyes were wild, glazed in a way that was unnatural. His tongue parted his full lips. The tip of his tongue lapped up your tears, moaning as he drank them. He drank them sloppily, leaving a trail of saliva on your skin. You trembled, your whole body stiff and shaking.

His words were full of affection, “Oh. Y/N, I don’t want you to cry. You should be glad, I’ll take good care of you.”

He continued lapping at your cheeks. You closed your eyes. You didn’t want to be here, you didn’t want to be doing this. It was humiliating, disgusting. When his tongue brushed your eyelids you let out a groan of disapproval. He put his tongue back between his lips and kissed your closed eyes. The gesture was so gentle, so full of love and caring, despite the fact that it was unwelcome. It stirred up uneasy feelings in you.

“Please, stop.” You cried out, your voice was weaker than you’d hoped it would be.

“Oh darling,” He purred, “Don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll make you feel good, you’ll see.”

Gill continued to kiss you, leaving gentle pecks on your eyes, your cheeks, your nose, until finally he found your lips. His kiss was soft and gentle. His lips molded against yours so easily. Under different circumstances you would have enjoyed it. For the moment you could tolerate it, until he slipped his tongue between your lips.

You took your opportunity, and bit down on it with all your strength. He cried out, and released his grip for just a moment to cover his bitten tongue. He looked down at his now bloody bitten tongue.

“Ouch, that wasn’t very nice.” He pouted, he sounded almost childlike. Like you’d hurt his feelings.

You bolted, running as fast as you could, nearly losing your footing as you turned a corner towards the stairs. Your kitten heels skidded awkwardly against the vinyl floor. You caught yourself on the wall, and turned to see Gill running towards you. You launched yourself off of the wall and started booking it up the steps. You were almost there, almost free. From the street someone could hear you, or help you.

By the third step, you had convinced yourself you’d made it. Before something long and thick wrapped itself around your waist.

“Wha–” You cried out as the air was knocked from your lungs.

You were pulled back with frightening force. Something was lifting you up into the air, keeping you hovered several feet above the ground. You looked down, trying to get a sense of what it was. A large, purple tentacle, with a shimmering scaly texture, and small round suckers, was wrapped firmly around your waist. You tried to get it off of you, wrapping your hands around its girth, but there was a thin slick layer of mucus covering it. You couldn’t get a good grip.

“I told you, I’m not going to hurt you! Just give me a chance.” Gill said from behind you.

You spun around, the tentacle still wrapped around your waist. The tentacle was coming from Gill. At least that’s what it looked like. The source of the tentacle was coming from his back, curling around his shoulder. It was an extra appendage, extending from inside of him.

“What are you?! Let me go–!”

You nearly got vertigo, as the tentacle holding you pulled you with surprising speed against Gill. Suddenly his face was only inches from you. He used hand to cover your mouth, stopping the scream that was about to erupt from you.

Gill was flustered, “Please be quiet. Oh, this is not going how I planned…”

He looked around, keeping his hand firm against your lips. He looked behind him, and started moving quickly. He pulled you along with him, the tips of your shoes scraping against the floor. You tried to wrestle away again, but he only pulled you tighter.

He pushed open a unisex bathroom, the door between the hallway to the bar, and the exit. He led you both inside, closing and locking the door behind him. It was a single private stall. Dark, dank, covered in graffiti and stickers. The mirror was cracked, so was the toilet seat.

Gill looked around disapprovingly before his eyes found yours.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want our first time together to be like this. You deserve so much better. But I’m running out of time. It’ll be better next time, I promise.” He reassured you.

Fresh tears flowed down your cheek. This could not be happening. This…monster was going to force himself on you in a filthy bathroom stall. There had to be some way out of this, something you could say that would convince him to let you go.

He looked at you with the same desperation he had earlier, “Please. Don’t scream. It hurts my heart to see you so scared.”

Despite his gentle words, you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. They dripped down his fingers, and in between your closed lips. Your heart hammered in your chest. You nodded, just slightly.

His expression relaxed, his thick glasses slid down to the tip of his nose.

“Thank you,” He pulled his fingers away, “See? Now we can talk–”

At that moment, you heard the sound of distant footsteps. Someone was coming up or down the stairs. Someone close enough to hear you.

You pulled in a deep breath. You steeled yourself, turned your head towards the door, and let out the loudest shriek you could manage. For a second, maybe two, the sound escaped. You saw Gill cringe, his shoulders tensed. His hands scrambled to cover your mouth. Something faster than you could comprehend whipped out from behind Gill.

Something small and sharp pierced your neck. It was the prick of a needle, or something the same size and shape as one. It was warm, a gooey substance trickled into your bloodstream. You felt its warmth invade your senses. Your body became languid. All of the tension in your muscles faded. Your limbs became heavy. Gill’s tentacle tightened to support your weight as your spine relaxed.

Your eyes drifted over to Gill. His face was screwed up in frustration. He wasn’t angry, truly angry anyway. His brows were drawn together, his shoulders were still tense.

“Y/N! Why did you have to do that? I really didn’t want to use my toxin…” He chided you, “Well…at least I won’t have to worry about you fighting me anymore.”

The single act of rebellion had been a failure. Your scream wasn’t nearly loud enough or long enough to be mistaken for anything significant. No one was going to come for you. More tears escaped your eyes. His face relaxed, became empathetic once more. He brought his hands to your cheek, holding your jaws between them comfortingly.

“Don’t worry, it’s effects will wear off in a couple hours. You’ll be fine. Just…relax. I don’t want to waste any more time with you.”

He brought his lips to yours, kissing you fully and deeply. Despite the fact that you couldn’t respond. It was strange and unnatural. You could feel it all, but you couldn’t move. Your muscles were too weak, too heavy.

His lips moved from yours to your neck once more. He kissed the flesh gently, reverently. Savoring every moment that his lips touched you. His hands drifted from your face, down to your shoulders. He used deft fingers to slide your top down your shoulders, and push it past your breasts, revealing your bra. You’d worn a black push up bra. Between the tentacle squeezing your waist, and the bra, your breasts were bursting out. Your cleavage was exaggerated and heavy.

Gill’s lips traveled down from your neck, across your collarbone, down to your heaving breasts. He sighed contentedly, burying his face in your cleavage. His hand squeezed your tits, pushing them even further into his face. His fingers pulled the cups down, your breasts spilled out. He teased your hardened nipples with his finger tips. He flicked the buds, before replacing one of his fingers with his mouth.

He latched on, suckling your nipple. The sensation was undeniably pleasant. Even though you couldn’t move, you could still feel. Pleasure coursed through you as he pampered and teased your breasts. He didn’t let up, suckling even harder, his glasses fell even further and pressed into your cleavage. He moaned and squeezed your breasts, manipulating the flesh to his liking.

He unlatched, coming up for air. A string of saliva connected him to your nipple. His face was flushed. The grin that spread across his lips was genuine, he was lovestruck.

You wished you could recoil, you wished you could move, or do anything to fight back. Not only had the toxin softened your body, but it softened your mind. Your senses were weak, you had lost the drive to resist. You felt only pleasure, and it disgusted you.

“Wow,” Gill said, “You’re so beautiful. I’m so lucky that I can see you like this, touch you like this. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

You tried to speak but all that came out was a soft moan.

Gill wrapped his fingers around your bra and pulled. He snapped the underwire easily, the fabric fell from your shoulders. He was so much stronger than you’d expected. He could have hurt you, broken you if he’d wished. You didn’t know if you were lucky or not.

He took his time lapping and suckling on the other breast he’d ignored earlier. You wanted to close your eyes, but you didn’t want to give in. Not fully. You feared what would happen to you if you fell asleep.

When Gill had had his fill of tasting your breasts, another tentacle emerged from his back again. It was smaller than the other two, with a tapered tip. It explored your exposed upper body, causing pangs of pleasure to overwhelm your senses.

“Does that feel good? I’ve never shown a girl my…well my other limbs before. I was always insecure about them. But I think you’ll grow to love them, just like I do.” Gill sighed.

Another tentacle shot out of his back, and wrapped around your neck. Stroking the vulnerable skin, and coiling around your jaw. The tip teased your lips, before snaking between them. All of his tentacles were exploring your body. They tweaked your nipples and stroked your tongue. A third one found it’s way under your skirt, stroking your thigh. The tip teased you right between your legs. It brushed against the delicate folds just slightly.

Gill leaned in, “I can feel everything they can. Let’s check to see if you’re ready for me yet.”

The tentacle on your thigh wiggled around until it’s warm tip dipped beneath your panties. The length stroked up and down your folds. Your own juices coated his appendage. He pressed it in just enough for you to feel the warmth and pressure.

She felt empty, so empty. She felt high, high on whatever toxin was coursing through you. All thoughts of escape had left. All that was left was heady pleasure. His tentacles were all over you. They filled your mouth, teased your nipples, and pressed into your cunt. She was a dripping mess. Tears streamed from your eyes, and saliva trailed down your jaw.

“Oh look at you,” Gill breathed out, “You’re wet for me already. I’m so happy.”

The tentacle around your waist lowered you down, your back flat against the cold floor. His tentacles stopped stimulating you, and instead focused on undressing you fully. Your top, bra, skirt, and panties were pulled down your legs. He set them in a pile in the corner.

Gill hovered over you and placed himself on all fours. He couldn’t get enough of you. He looked ravenous.

“This is perfect. You’re so perfect. I–I can’t hold back anymore.” His voice ached with need.

You couldn’t move your head, the only thing you could see was his face. She heard the rustle of clothes, and guessed that he was undressing himself. His tentacles wrapped around your ankles, and brought your legs up in a V shape. Your cunt was bared entirely for him. You could feel your juices drip down your ass cheeks and pool onto the floor beneath you.

“Oh darling,” He called out, “I wish you could talk to me. But…it’s too late for that, it seems.”

When he returned to your line of sight, he was naked, all that remained were his thick glasses. He stroked your cheek softly and searched your eyes.

“The toxin is definitely working. I don’t like using it, but it sure is effective. It’ll keep you receptive long enough for me to make you mine.”

He gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead, before he leaned back. It took several moments before you felt his cock prodding at your entrance. You were soaking. The pleasure had numbed your mind. All you wanted was his cock. The head slid into your opening. He was careful to enter slowly.

“Oh fuck. I can’t stand it. You’re soaking.” He moaned.

His hips drove forward and buried his length in you. You felt every inch of him. The bulbous head stretched your walls and pushed your body to its limit. He was unrelenting. If you were able to control your limbs, you could use your own strength to temper his intensity. Your ankles were caught in his wrists, your limbs were slack and motionless. Your body shifted back and forth silently as he used you.

“You’re–ugh–like my beautiful little doll.”

He shifted your hips higher, causing your head to roll to the side. You could only see the disgusting bathroom floor. You felt dirty and depraved. Like you weren’t even human anymore.

His cock slid in and out of you, he was right, your body was responding to him. It was harder and harder to find clarity. You felt the slip of his cock, the intense sensation of his tentacles playing with your nipples. The tips spread mucus over your body, the suction cups stuck and unstuck from your skin as they explored you.

One finally wrapped around your throat, constricting your air flow. It pressed against the two veins on the side of your neck. Breathing became a struggle, your lungs felt heavy, as thin raspy breaths escaped through your slack drooling lips.

You could hear Gill’s heavy breathing. He was still pistoning his cock into you. His grunts and moan echoed off of the walls. There was no buffer, no sound to distract you from his depravity. His hips became more fierce, dragging and humping you like he was ready to burst. With a final cry from his lips, his cock hardened. His grip was strong enough to bruise you. You felt his fingers dig deeper than your flesh, crushing your bones. You couldn’t even cry out.

“Aah!” He cried out, “Sorry…I meant to last longer…oh but look at you.”

Gill’s crushing grip relented as he parted your lips. The tentacle around your throat loosened. You took in a more substantial breath.

You were flexible enough for him to spread out your lips. You felt his thick warm cum dribble out of your hole, and pool around your ass. You wondered for a moment if he’d try to use it as lubricant for your other hole.

Gill’s thumb pressed into your lips, spreading you out. The movement caused even more cum to leak out. He used two of his tentacles to scoop up and shove the cum back into your hole. As soon as you thought it was over, the girthy appendages were fisting into your hole.

“It’s okay, I’ll put it back. Maybe we’ll get lucky.” Gill crooned, “Oh darling, I can’t wait to take you back to mine. You’re going to love it. Just like I love you.”

There was nothing left in you except to take what he offered. Love, at the cost of everything else.

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(Part 2)

Venom x OC Period Sex Smut

Summary: Shannon unexpectedly starts her period, Venom has a creative solution.

Warnings: Period sex, blood play, oral sex, rough sex, rough penetration

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Shannon, Eddie, and Venom had formed a much more intimate bond since their first night together. The initial lust was strong, and Shannon’s chemistry with Venom was substantial. There were moments when Eddie felt like he’d been sidelined by his own Symbiote.

He tried to remember that he fronted most of the time, Venom had little time and space to be free. Perhaps he owed Venom this.

That evening, Eddie invited Shannon over to cook. He was not an excellent chef, but he was eager to try. Anne had done most of the cooking during their relationship, and he was ready to prove himself as a partner.

Eddie was pan frying sausage while Venom mixed pancake batter. Shannon rang the doorbell, and Venom dropped the bowl on the counter, and extended himself to answer the door.

“Hello Darling.” Venom greeted her.

Shannon moved smoothly past Venom, “Hey, sorry I have to use the restroom. Give me a sec.”

Venom was caught off guard. Eddie had to remind him to close and lock the door. Venom’s wide white eyes watched Shannon as she headed to the bathroom. Eddie continued cooking, shaking the pan to flip the sausages.

“There is something wrong, can’t you feel it?” Venom asked Eddie, his head floating next to him.

Eddie dismissed him, “What’re you talking about? She just had to use the bathroom.”

“Listen to me Eddie, I smell blood.” Venom ground out.

That got Eddie’s attention. He killed the heat on the pan, and turned his attention towards Shannon. He rushed down the hall and knocked on the door.

“Hey, are you okay in there?” Eddie asked. Venom pressed his head against the door to listen.

Shannon sighed, “Yes, I’m fine.”

Eddie didn’t want to drop this issue, he pressed on, “Venom said he smelled blood.”

Shannon was irritated, “Could I get a little privacy please?”

Eddie held his tongue, he didn’t want to piss her off, but he needed to know what was going on.

“Just tell me, are you hurt? Should I be worried?” Eddie’s voice was laced with concern.

Suddenly Shannon pulled open the door, her underwear and pants were around her ankles. On the crotch of the pants there was a puddle of red. She had fresh red blood dripping down her legs. Her brows were drawn together in frustration.

Shannon’s voice was frantic, “I started my fucking period 3 days early, I don’t have any spare clothes, and I’m bleeding everywhere!”

Eddie couldn’t hold back his laugh. He hunched forward and gripped his stomach. The laughter burst from him.

“Oh shit,” Eddie exclaimed, “I thought it was something serious.”

Shannon’s mouth formed a dangerous looking frown.

“This is serious for me Eddie.” She said between clenched teeth, “It’s humiliating. I’m a grown woman.”

Eddie realized his reaction was less than ideal, “Sorry, sorry. Let me run down to the store and grab you some stuff alright? I did it for Annie all the time. You can borrow some of my clothes.”

Before Shannon could respond, Venom consumed him. Enveloping his form, and growing around Eddie.

“What a waste. Why not let me solve your problem?” Venom purred.

His tongue lashed out, flicking through the air. Saliva dripped from it and landed on the vinyl floor beneath them.

Shannon’s brows hit the ceiling. She had not expected this kind of reaction. She stumbled back, her hand grabbing the sink for support.

“What–what do you mean, Venom?” Her voice, a moment ago so full of anger, had faded down to a meek whimper.

Venom’s enormous black arms wrapped around her, forcing her down on top of the toilet. Her bare ass shivered against the cold porcelain. Her pants and underwear were still around her ankles.

“Sit back, relaaaaaaax…” Venom’s voice was equal parts hypnotic and eerie.

His hands were so large they easily closed around her biceps. His huge body was crammed between the wall and the toilet. He got onto his knees, his head hovered right above her bleeding cunt.

Her flow had just started, the blood was fresh, and quickly pooling inside of her. It leaked out of her hole just a bit.

Venom smiled, his teeth bared, enormous and terrifying. The tip of his tongue traced his lips like he was about to devour his favorite meal. His wide white eyes looked up at Shannon’s face for a moment. There was lust there, so much lust it frightened her.

All at once his tongue dove into her. The blood inside of her made a noticeable SQUELCH. It didn’t stop Venom from digging the fat muscle futher inside. He was moaning, growling. He withdrew for just a moment, her blood coated his tongue. He swallowed it, sighing contentedly.

“What a treat!” Venom said, “I want more.”

Before Shannon could respond, his tongue was back inside of her. Exploring her folds, and lapping up all of the blood. She couldn’t hold back her own moans. Her voice was foreign to her, full of meekness and hesitation.

It did feel good. Extremely good. But all the same it was strange, this was not what she’d been expecting. She knew that Venom had eaten people before, but she didn’t know about his affinity for blood drinking. It was entirely new to her, she’d never had a guy fetishize something like that. She wondered for a moment how Eddie felt about this, if he was enjoying himself, or just allowing Venom to indulge himself. Either way, it felt too good for her to risk stopping it. Venom was fronting, so she had to trust him.

Venom’s grip on her tightened, he was truly ravenous. The blood continued to flow from her hole, and Venom drank it like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. Shannon writhed and moaned as his tongue played with her cunt. The tip traced along her folds, leaving no part untouched.

Shannon was shivering, her body unable to resist but struggling to find comfort or purchase on the seat.

“The taste of fresh blood,” Venom’s voice was deep, “There is nothing like it. Eddie does not want to scare you, but you’re not scared, are you?”

Shannon cried out, “No, no, please, keep going!”

“Yes, yes, this is all mine. There is no shame, I want all of it.”

Venom lifted her up, holding her hips and ass in his enormous hands. He buried his face in her cunt. She grasped his head for support, nearly hitting the wall. She could barely register the sensation of his tongue lapping at her pussy. He was moving so fast, she was afraid his teeth would puncture her. She wrapped her arms around his head, trying to keep herself upright.

Venom’s pace was torturous. The sounds he made were primal and deep. Eddie was in there somewhere, but now, there was only Venom.

Venom pulled his tongue out of her. She let out a held breath, tears coming to her eyes. She was shivering, her heart racing beneath her breast.

“I want more. I’ll have to speed things along.”

Venom’s hands ran up her ass, along her back, until he held her upright entirely with his own hands. He slid her down onto the floor carefully, making sure she didn’t hit the door or the counter. When Shannon was about to get her bearings, Venom’s tentacles slithered out. His tentacles wrapped around his midsection, lifting her from the ground once again. Just enough that she could be flipped over onto her knees. Her hands came up to support herself, but one of Venom’s hands pushed her down.

Her ass was prone in the air, her cheek pressed against the fuzzy rug on the floor. Her arms were tucked under her form, no space to move, she was trapped. Before fear could overcome her, Venom used one of his thick long tentacles to prepare her cunt for him. It pressed in and out of her, stretching further, going deeper. The friction on the inside of her walls was maddening, she ground against him. The tentacle suddenly swelled, pushing the limits of what her cunt could take.

“Venom, please don’t break me!” She begged.

Venom purred, the appendage stretching her did not let up, but he did slow the pace down. He gently entered, and pulled out, dragging out the sensation. His form fell over her like a shadow. His mouth was by her ear.

“I will not break you, but I will make you bleed. Again and again for me.” His voice was a promise.

The tentacle slid out of her entrance, and was quickly replaced with the tip of his cock. The head was so much larger from the back, she knew that in this position she would be the most vulnerable. She tried to take a deep breath, and steady herself. But when his dark head pressed into her heat, she whimpered.

It hurt. It hurt so much. His girth was inhuman. There was nothing that could soften this. She knew by now that enduring was the best she could do until her walls adjusted. Her cunt would learn to take him eventually.

Venom let out a dark laugh. The sound rumbled in his chest, and vibrated against her back. She wondered what had caused him to laugh, but in a moment she felt it. When his tip hit her cervix, he had caused another wave of fresh blood to flow. She was bleeding on in, because of him. It lubricated her tight hole, and provided some relief.

Venom teased, “You’re coating my cock with your sweet red juices. Such a filthy Human.”

His hips drove into her, forcing her tits to drag across the small bathroom rug. Her pelvis strained from the effort of Venom slamming into her. Venom was primal now. Growing and drooling and using all of his strength to hurt her, just enough to make her bleed once again for him.

She wondered if Venom could keep this up all night.

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Part 2

Ensign Vorik x OC Pon Farr Smut

Summary: Ensign Elisha has come to resolve Vorik’s Pon Farr. With little knowledge of his culture and their practices, she is surprised to see such a logical man reduced to such raw emotion.

Warnings: Smut, Pon Farr, Interspecies Sex, Rough Sex, Begging, Slight Breeding Kink

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The doors slid open and Elisha was standing in front of him in her uniform. His robes were dusty gray and hung formally, surprised to see him in traditional garb. This was all so strange, but she was so excited. Her body was a live wire.

She stepped into the room and the door shut behind her. The lights were low, but she could still see Vorik’s face clearly.

“In truth, I’m...surprised you agreed to come.”

Elisha said, “I’m surprised that you called.”

Vorik looked at the floor, “I could not...hold out any longer.”

“From what, Vorik?”

Vorik raised his head and moved steadily closer to her. Observing her posture and mannerisms. She stood quite still, waiting for permission to move. Maybe even a little afraid.

“It is called; Pon Farr. Meaning, ‘The Time’. Once every seven years we males experience an...uncontrollable desire to fulfill our base most instincts. To mate. If it is not done, then we die.”

“You would die from this?”

“Most certainly.”

Elisha moves towards him until there is only 2 feet between them. Vorik’s breath hitches. She’s wearing perfume.

“Have you done this before?”

“Never. Have you?”

Elisha laughs nervously, “Not in this way, but yes, a few times.”

Vorik gulps, “My only desire is that I be a satisfactory mate. You are giving me the gift of life in exchange for your body and mind. Whatever you ask of me will be given, readily.”

Elisha steps slightly closer.

“Tell me what you want to do with me, Vorik. I’m getting impressions, but I want to hear you say it.”

Vorik, his hands shivering from restraint, closes the gap between them and slips his hand onto the base of her neck. He can hear the thrumming of her heartbeat as he leans in close. He puts his lips onto her ears, his breath on her jugular.

“I want to devour you.”

Elisha gasps and allows herself to fall against him. She feels his tongue as he licks hungrily at her neck. Her nerves fire off and pleasure shoots straight to her core. His teeth nip and nibble at her skin like he was a wild animal. She can’t contain her moans, she can’t remember the last time she was this turned on.

She's so vulnerable to him now, so exposed. Teeth on her flesh and blood boiling under his skin.

“You are my mate, forget all those who have come before. You. Are. Mine!”

Vorik sinks his teeth into her right beneath her left ear. She yelps faintly as she collapses even further into his arms. He has her pinned, their body’s connected by this primal act of him marking her.

He releases his mouth from her flesh and speaks into her ear.

“This mark makes you mine, everyone on this ship shall know it.”

Elisha pants as endorphins flood her brain with enormous waves of pleasure and pain. His possessiveness is so raw, so primal. Nothing will keep him from her anymore.

“Vorik…”

“Let me touch your mind.”

“How--”

Before he can reply she feels his fingers pressing into her face from jaw to her eyebrow. Nothing can adequately explain the feeling of their minds melding. His powerful desire dominates her every thought, spilling into her mind. Her telepathy has never been so strong. She feels the burning blood, the fever, the ache in his lok. The desire he has for her is barely contained within his body.

Vorik feels Elisha’s fear and excitement. She knows little of what she’s in for, but she wants it so badly. She's been so lonely for so long, she needs to be touched, be held, be possessed. She wants this as badly as he needs it.

They both moan loudly as they share in the pleasure of knowing one another. Their connection was strong for good reason. Their minds are one. They are one.

“Elisha--”

“Vorik--”

Vorik slowly opens his eyes and drags his nimble fingers down her face. He gently captures her face in his hands and presses a firm kiss upon her lips. Her lips are softs and warm. She darts her tongue out between them and he jolts a little at the intrusion. He’s never kissed in the way humans do before. The intertwining of tongues somehow escaped him during his research.

“Here, let me show you.”

Elisha grabs Vorik’s face and pulls him down on her lips. She slips her tongue nimbly between them and coaxes him out. He is hesitant at first but quickly falls into a rhythm.

“I need to taste all of you.”

“Give me a moment to--”

“No! Your flesh, your body, I need it now.”

He grabs her uniform by the collar and rips it off. Her rank pips hit the floor with a ping as her top tears straight down the clavicle.

Elisha laughs deliriously as Vorik’s mouth descends on her clavicle. He drags his gnashing teeth and tongue down further and further until he reveals her breast.

“Your skin is delicious. I can taste your need. I can smell your cunt from here.”

“Oh Vorik!”

Vorik grabs her breast in his hand and pinches her nipple painfully.

“Gentle!”

Vorik jolts and lets go immediately.

“Just, be gentle with them please. They’re sensitive.”

It takes great willpower for Vorik to return to sensibility for even a moment. He grits his teeth and shivers as he holds himself back.

“...I don't wish to harm you.”

“I know.” She reassures him.

Vorik cautiously uses a single digit to roll and tweak her nipple. She grinds against him deliciously and he nearly loses balance supporting them.

“Vorik I can’t stand any longer.”

Vorik sweeps up Elisha in his arms like a fireman and throws her onto the bed. Her head rushes and tries to keep up as he continues to pull her shirt to shreds.

She laughs in surprise. A day ago she never would have pictured this Vulcan pillar of logic hungrily ripping off her clothes. He was a man overcome with need, no logic left in sight.

He slides on top of her, once her chest is exposed and holds himself up on his elbows as he cradles her breasts in his hands, this time more gently.

Vorik practiced his technique on her breasts and alternated rolling the buds in his fingers and licking and sucking on them. She arched into him and mumbled incoherently as he coaxed her into pleasure once again. Just as she had relaxed, he bit one and she yelped again. It wasn’t painful but it did alarm her. His teeth on her flesh were too overwhelming.

“Oh that sound thrills me, make it again.”

He bit gently on her nipple again and she yelped weakly in response. She’d never experienced pleasure like this before. It rolled through her like waves and she never wanted it to end.

While he worked on her breasts she hooked her legs around his thighs and sent his hips crashing into hers. She got some leverage and ground her pelvis into his so deliciously. He had never felt this before, and she knew it. While this wouldn’t excite an experienced man, for a virgin just the idea of their most private parts touching would send him into a frenzy. She was gratified when it did.

Vorik begged, “I need...I need more. I need to be inside of you. Please”

Vorik vaulted himself off of her and removed the rest of her clothing. He stripped her down until the cold air hit her naked body. Next he shed his clothes sloppily until the great weight of them hit the floor. He was suddenly naked. Stocky and muscular and painfully hard.

Elisha instinctually held her legs back and Vorik held his lok to her entrance in an unsure and inexperienced way. He gripped her thigh while he used his other hand to guide his member closer to her entrance. She was soaking wet but he met resistance still. He tried vaulting his hips and failed to enter her. He looked towards her with pleading eyes.

“Permit me entrance.”

Elisha looked at him sympathetically and smiled comfortingly.

“Like this.”

She reached down between them and took her lok in her hand. He stiffened at the contact and moaned an almost painful sound. Elisha took the tip of his lok and rubbed it around the wetness in her entrance, spreading her juices on his tip and preparing her for penetration. Vorik’s eyes were crazed, his body was rigid. He moaned loudly and threw his fist into the wall behind them. It dented but did not give way.

“Cease this torture, I can bear it no longer!”

Elisha ignored his frustration and moved her hips forward, “Now.”

Vorik snapped his hips forward and was instantly buried within her. His mouth hung open, and his hands grabbed the headboard affixed to the wall as he processed this sensation for the first time. Her muscles contracted around his throbbing length and they both sighed in contentment. It didn’t take much longer for him to need to move within her.

He moved his hips back and snapped them forward again. She let out a loud moan that was drowned out by Vorik’s. He growled uncontrollably like an animal. He bucked his hips into her wild and frenzied. His movements were sloppy and inconsistent but his vigor was what thrilled Elisha. She was sure that never in her life had a man needed her as much as he did right now.

Their bodies were coated with sweat and pheromones and they grasped onto everything around them to keep from falling. His thrusts were hard and his twin size bed wasn’t able to accommodate them. Ultimately they were unsuccessful, and rolled onto the floor with a heavy thud, falling apart for a moment as they gathered themselves.

“Come back, I’m not finished yet.” Vorik snapped.

Elisha barely processed what he said as she climbed up onto her elbows and knees. A moment later his lok was shoved back into her entrance from behind. Her mouth hung open and her eyes shut tight. He felt so huge inside of her like this. He pounded his hips into hers and she was overwhelmed with sensations. Her muscles tensed and she withdrew into her pleasure as she orgasmed so brightly she couldn’t make a sound.

Her vaginal muscles contracted around him and he was too far into the blood fever to recognize that his mate had just reached her pleasure. Perhaps it could have been his lack of experience, never having seen a woman orgasm before. It wasn’t as if pornography was a part of Vulcan custom. He continued pounding into her as his sweat dropped onto her back.

Elisha tried to speak but her voice was too weak, “Vorik, I can’t…”

Vorik stiffened as his lok was trapped within her contracting pussy. Oh, she was beautiful. Completely undone around him, completely his.

“You’re my mate, you’re mine!” He bellowed.

He scooped his arms around her midsection and pulled her up to bite into her shoulder. She screamed and tried to shove him away. She wanted to enjoy her orgasm in peace. The pain was a distraction, an unwelcome one.

By this point, Vorik’s poor body had nothing left to give. He exploded within her, his seed hitting her soft cervix and leaking hotly down the base where they were joined. He saw stars. His grip on Elisha loosened and he fell onto his side. Not an ounce of strength or seed left in him. Elisha came tumbling down with Vorik, and she was also completely devoid of strength.

They both fell asleep on the messy floor of his quarters, completely naked, and completely free.

———

Elisha woke from a deep slumber to feel Vorik’s hips grinding against her. There were no clothes to act as a barrier and his rough humping irritated her already sensitive vulva.

Elisha grunted her protest, “Wait, I’m not ready.”

Vorik was still sweating, his arms slick and shivering as he pulled her back against his chest.

“Mate, I have need of you again.” Vorik moaned. His voice was sleepy but his body was quite awake.

He continued his rough thrusting and finally Elisha had had enough. She turned around and jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow to get him off of her. Her strength was not as great as his, so surprising him was the only tool she had to break free.

She stood and moved further away from him, grabbing onto the wall for support and holding her hand out as a warning for him to stay back.

“I told you, Vorik, I’m not ready.”

Vorik’s face was screwed up into a look of anger and indignation. He was more foregone than before. Less logic even then when they last mated.

“You cannot resist me, we are bonded!” He nearly shouted. The deep fear was evident in his voice. He was terrified that she would leave him, when they had only just begun.

Elisha took a deep breath and steadied herself. His emotions were so powerful that it took great concentration for her to right her own mind to its own needs. She relaxed her posture but maintained her distance.

“Vorik, I’m not leaving you. I need to use the lavatory. I need a moment alone.”

Vorik looked at her as if she’d spoken a foreign language. His eyes were still desperate, he moved towards her, reaching for her hand.

“No!” Elisha shouted, ripping her hand away from him. He was more foregone than she thought.

She looked to her left towards the lavatory. The quarters were standard issue, the layout was the same in his room as it was in hers. She knew it would take only a few steps to reach it and create a barrier between them.

“We cannot be parted, it is not the way.” Vorik pleaded.

Elisha looked at him for a moment before darting to the lavatory. She was faster than him and reached the room before he could. She quickly slammed the door and said, “Computer, Ensign Elisha Security Override AL-126, lock this door, accept only my voice for activation.”

The computer chimed back, “Door locked.”

“No!” Vorik roared.

Elisha heard him bang his fist against the door, the heavy metal impenetrable even for a Vulcan. He continued to throw his fists against the door, roaring like a caged animal. She had caged herself, keeping the wild beast at bay.

A sudden fear struck Elisha as she realized that this was far from over. She rushed over to the toilet and relieved herself, wiping her vagina gently with the biodegradable paper. She was already raw from their last session. She had been well prepared, but it likely had only been hours since they last mated.

She saw the familiar white globs of cum that had settled into her while she slept. She could be pregnant. The thought excited her more than it frightened her. She had wanted a child for a long time, but who knew if they could even reproduce successfully?

She held her head in his hands, what had she gotten herself into? When he said days she hadn’t thought it would be ‘every waking moment’. To be honest with herself, she hadn’t thought about it much at all. She had acted impulsively, on instinct. Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe this was too much for her to bear.

She didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t really know what Pon Farr was. If this was what it was, she understood why he had feared it so. To say that Vorik’s lust was insatiable was an understatement.

She got up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her mascara had smeared on her cheeks, and he had bites and bruises blooming on her chest and body. She looked like she’d been beaten.

There was a medpac in the cabinet. It was clean and well organized, everything in its place. Tasteful candles sat on the counter and the towels were neatly folded. Vorik was not only neat, but he had decorated as well. At least when he was of sound mind.

He seemed so far distant from that person he was now. It was difficult for her to correlate the ill, lust-driven, desperate man begging on her door, with the one that she had known before.

She patched her wounds up with the tools from the pac. She put ointment on her bruises that would disperse the blood flow, injected herself with a hypo for the pain, and started using a dermal regenerator on the bite marks on her shoulder. When she reached the one on her neck, she hesitated. That was where he had marked her, intentionally. Her heart sunk as she thought about erasing the mark from her skin. Maybe, she would keep just this one. She wasn’t sure if it was for herself or for Vorik, but she felt attached to it.

After she dealt with her injuries she drank a few large glasses of water that she desperately needed. She splashed some water on her face and wiped away the smeared makeup. She wouldn’t make that mistake twice.

Vorik had stopped banging on the door by the time she was finished. She approached the door and wondered what he could be feeling right now. She felt some guilt for abandoning him while he was so clearly not in his right mind to understand her. However she wasn’t a sacrifice to be offered up to him. She was a conscious, living, breathing woman, who needed to be treated like one. She was here of her own volition, and she wouldn’t get bullied into mating with him.

“Vorik.” She called out.

She heard Vorik scramble to his feet and approach the door.

“My mate, come to me.” His voice was more seductive, more alluring than it was before. Possibly allowing some space between them convinced him to change his tactics.

“Vorik, I want to help you, but I don’t feel what you feel right now. I need you to be gentle.”

“The fever is upon me. It is impossible to resist. It is not the way.”

Elisha became indignant, “If you don’t find another way then I will leave!”

Vorik was silent for a moment. “Bond with me, I will make it right.”

Elisha remembered how it felt to bond with him, the rush of endorphins and the elation of pleasure. Perhaps if they bonded once again her body would allow her lust enough to make their next inevitable mating less painful.

“You will feel no more pain, my mate.”

Elisha steeled herself for whatever would happen when she opened the door. Hesitantly she said, “Computer, disengage lock.”

“Voice recognition accepted, locks disengaging.”

The door whooshed open and instantly Vorik was in front of her. She braced herself to be swept up into his arms by force, but instead he offered her his hand. Extended were two fingers, index and middle, pressed together. She looked at him confused.

He remained still and looked at her face expectantly. When she didn’t respond he reached for her hand, and slowly pressed her other fingers down until she mimicked his. He held them upright and pressed their fingers together. A jolt went through her fingertips when they touched, the feeling almost as intimate as kissing. He stroked his fingers up and down hers in a way that was seductive and gentle. She had never felt anything like this before.

Elisha stroked her fingers up and down Vorik’s, and watched his face melt into calm as she did it. She wanted to ask if this was helping, but she didn’t want to interrupt their connection with her voice. It was lovely, that’s all it needed to be.

After a few moments of their wordless exchange Vorik reached his free hand towards Elisha’s face, and she allowed it. His fingers pressed gently again from temple to jaw, and their minds melted together.

“My mind, to your mind, my thoughts, to your thoughts.” He recited.

It was entirely different from last time, not a crashing together of two unfamiliar minds, but a gentle joining of two. It washed through her like descending into a warm bath. Enveloping her and covering her, while leaving enough room for her, ‘self’ to still exist.

Soon she felt the oncoming of Vorik’s lust. It was not as untempered and wild, but instead it felt heavy. Like a large burden born on his shoulders alone. She wanted to share it with him, the weight of his lust and need. He shouldn’t have to bear it alone.

When she opened herself up to that act of empathy, she felt the lust seep into her body, into every pore, into every iota of her being. It was hot, boiling, like a great fever. Is this what it felt like? The blood fever he had mentioned? It was like it crawled into her skin. Suddenly her body was aflame. She needed to be touched, to be held, to be bit, to be penetrated. She needed the raw, primal feeling of being filled. She wanted to pounce, she wanted to scream, it hurt, but it hurt so good.

Elisha’s eyes flew open, her skin was sticky with sweat.

“I need.” She said, not knowing why, but saying it because it was true. She needed. She needed him so much.

“I know.”

Elisha lunged forward into Vorik’s arms and wrapped her legs around him. His Vulcan strength was more than sufficient to bear her weight as he hoisted her up on his hips.

Her body acted on its own, knowing only what to do, not knowing why. Her lips sought out his skin. She kissed and licked and grazed his neck with her mouth. Biting down on the same place he had marked her. Biting hard.

He hissed and gripped her thighs tightly, pinning her body against him while she tasted of his skin and something else wet. Had she really bitten him that hard? She was incapable of gauging her own strength right now. She pulled away with her lips green and Vorik growled at this sight.

“You have tasted my blood. Do you burn?”

Elisha whimpered pathetically, “Yes, I burn.”

She clawed at his back and tried to grind against his lok while she was in his arms.

“What do we do?” She pleaded. Her skin was fire, her lips were molten. Her core dripped so eagerly that beads of her desire hit the carpet beneath them.

“What is in our nature.” He said resolutely.

Vorik carried Elisha over to the kitchen island and laid her down on the cool marble. The surface was ice cold against her skin so much that it almost distracted her from her need.

Vorik grabbed her pelvis and dragged her towards the edge of the table and plunged into her. They both let out a pained cry as his lok once again was buried inside of her. The pleasure was indescribable, a great overwhelming bloom through her entire being.

Vorik was more sure of himself this time, he started rocking within her immediately. He gathered her thighs in his arms and held them squarely against his chest, leaving no room for Elisha to escape.

Elisha couldn't control her cries as every emotion in her body came spilling out from deep inside of her. She screamed like a wild animal, clawing at her flesh and moaning at this great relief from the pressure building inside of her.

This was meant to be, this was as close to her primal nature as she ever had been. Connected by mind and body to a man who had seen all of her. She wept, tears spilling from her eyes as she came suddenly and without hardly any clitoral stimulation. It was unlike her but entirely natural.

Her body shook and shivered, and quickly she realized she wasn’t finished, she needed more. Post-orgasm and still needing him to pound into her like she’d been starved for a lifetime of touch.

Vorik held her legs like his arms were made of steel. Her feet were getting numb but she didn’t care. His body was firm and strong.

Vorik suddenly threw her legs aside and scooped her up into his arms again, whisking her away to the floor where his robes and blanket had fallen.

“My mate, I need all of you.” He was full of affection.

“I’m here, I’m here,” She reassured him.

Vorik’s eyes were shut tight as he laid his length on top of her. He buried his face into her neck and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. He was shivering and groaning as he entered her again.

Despite the roughness of their coupling, the affection between them was potent. Arms wrapped around one another, both with their mind touching, bodies joined in pleasure.

Elisha felt wetness on her neck. Though at first she thought it was her tears, she realized it was Vorik’s. This withdrawn Vulcan man was weeping. From what she knew of Vulcan’s this was not common practice even among children. This was perhaps the first time in Vorik’s life that he had let go of all inhibitions and just wept. Like he was freshly born, new life exploding out into the world.

Elisha was lost in the delirium of pleasure and finally said something out loud she’d never have done without the fever.

“I want your child, Vorik. Put a child inside me.”

Vorik growled from deep within his chest. Almost like he was incapable of speech. He had awoken to a completely carnal state. He grunted and groaned like an animal, no words were exchanged, but they both knew his answer.

Fuck yes.

He bucked his hips, once, twice, and released inside of her, violently. She felt his warm seed in her belly. She reached down and pressed on top of her uterus, putting her cervix is the optimal position for conception. He looked down and saw her feeling her womb and subsequently, the outline of his lok inside of her. He shivered fully, quivering with desire. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His woman accepted his seed into her womb so she could bare his child.

His eyes rolled into his head, his lok painfully overstimulated. He didn’t lose his strength like he had last time. In fact he felt invigorated. He tightened his arms around her, and whispered Vulcan words of affection into her ears.

“Tishau Elisha.” (I care for thee Elisha.)

“Lesek. Lesek. Lesek.” (Thank you, thank you, thank you.)

They stayed like that for some time, consumed by their own bliss. They spoke little, and when they did it was kind.

Vorik’s lok remained inside of her, his refractory period was ending and need crept up in him once again. He had regained little of his logic back, he was still deep in the fever. He lifted his head to look at Elisha’s face. His eyes betrayed his unspoken question. Elisha nodded.

He moved within her once again, more steadily this time. Rocking his hips gently back and forth. His lok hurt, his body ached, but it was nothing in comparison to the pleasure he felt from being inside of her.

He carried on steadily for what must have been hours. Elisha had experienced the Pon Farr for herself, and though the immediate effects had passed, she had great compassion for his needs. Though she was overstimulated, though she was hot and tired, she persisted. For that was the affection she had for him. She was his mate, and she would see this through with him, until the end.

---

Neither of them knew when they fell asleep. It was not a conscious act, but a result of their exhaustive physical activity.

“Ensign Vorik, please respond.”

The Doctor’s voice through the comms pulled the couple out of their slumber. They were not still joined, but their bodies laid spread across each other. Their eyes met, both blurry and confused.

“Ensign Vorik, please respond!” The overworked Doctor pleaded.

Vorik cleared his throat, but before he could speak Elisha smiled brightly at a brilliant idea.

“Ensign Vorik is quite...indisposed at the moment Doctor.”

Vorik’s eyebrows hit the ceiling. Surprise and flattery clearly written across his features.

“Ah, I see well...I’ll make a note of that for my records.”

Elisha chuckled quietly to herself.

“I’d like the both of you to report directly to me after you’re...finished.”

Vorik chimed in, sounding more like himself than he had in days, “Very well Doctor, now if you will please excuse us.”

The Doctor happily ended his transmission. Vorik rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in his hands. That was when Elisha noticed something surprising on Vorik’s neck.

“Oh wow.”

Elisha reached her hand out and stroked the outline of the bite she’d given Vorik. He didn’t react in surprise or pain to her touch, instead he tilted his head back and leaned into her touch. She made the softest sound of approval at the physical contact.

“Do you remember leaving that mark?” Vorik asked casually.

“I didn’t realize I’d bitten you so hard.”

Vorik reached out an arm towards her face and touched the same mark he’d left on her.

“The placement is identical.”

“That wasn’t intentional.”

Vorik removed his hand from her neck and placed it on her arm. He drew her hand into his for the same ‘Vulcan kiss’ that they had shared before.

“It is called the Ozh’esta, the ‘Finger Embrace’. It is an act of romantic affection between our people. Quite like a ‘Vulcan Kiss’.”

Elisha looked at him curiously.

“You can read my mind.”

“I always could, I simply have your permission to do so now that we are bonded.”

Elisha observed Vorik’s condition. His hand was warm but not hot and sweaty like it had been before. His demeanor was calm and respectful. He was acting like himself again.

“It looks like your fever has passed.”

“It would appear so. However, my Time has not yet passed.”

Elisha raised her own brow, “How many more times we need to…?”

Vorik deliberated, “Twice more should be sufficient.”

Elisha laughs and says, “I can’t believe you still have the stamina.”

“This Time brings forth a supernatural response on our bodily systems. Some have withstood trials much longer than ours.”

Elisha shakes her head in disbelief, “That’s good to know for next time.”

Vorik was thoughtful for a moment.

“That is assuming that you would be willing again, in seven years.”

Elisha realized what she had implied. She considered how to phrase her next sentence.

“While I can’t predict--”

Vorik reaches out and grabs her wrist possessively.

“You need not say another word. You are my mate, for as long as you wish.”

Vorik lowered his head down to her wrist, to kiss the sensitive bit of skin. His mouth climbed up her forearm to her shoulder and eventually back to her neck.

Elisha remembered that they may be together for a lot longer than seven years if she did conceive the last time they mated. It seemed that she had thought about the commitment before the relationship in their case. In the moment it felt right, but in the light of day it seemed frightening, and impulsive.

“Are you ashamed of your desire for a child?”

“Yes.” She answered honestly.

Vorik spoke into her ear directly, his voice soothing and calm, but with a small fire still behind it.

“It is only natural for a woman to desire a child. Therefore is it only natural for a man to want his woman to carry it.”

Elisha’s heart lights up at the idea of carrying Vorik’s child. She wondered if right now there was an egg being fertilized in her womb. They hardly knew each other and they were talking about having a child together, this was madness!

“That is no longer the case, we are bonded.” Vorik protested, seeming offended.

Elisha felt her heart sink. Her mind and her body were at war with each other. On the one hand, she cared for Vorik, and believed that they did share a strong connection. On the other, they had only met each other a handful of times before they entered into this big commitment together. She wanted a child, both logically and illogically. It was too late to back out now.

“You’re afraid. You feel...regret.”

“Possibly, it's hard to tell right now with you, doing what you’re doing to me.”

“Do you wish me to stop?” Vorik sounded disillusioned, he was of sound mind enough to cease his foreplay.

Elisha looked down at him, and considered this for a moment. She finally concluded, “No,” Her voice got quiet and husky, “I want you to taste me.”

Vorik eyes glazed over with affection and possibly amusement. He headed south to her rapidly wettening cunt and placed himself between her legs.

“It’s possible you will have to...make me aware of your preferences.”

“I will.”

Vorik gently settled himself between her legs. He used his fingers to separate her lips and looked at her anatomy as if he was dissecting it.

“It would be beneficial for you to vocalize your preferences.”

“Oh I will.” Elisha giggled.

Her laughter died down immediately when Vorik lowered his face down to her cunt and began licking at her clit like a dog in a water bowl.

It sent jolts up her spine to feel his clever Vulcan tongue flicking away at her most private parts. Elisha’s clit became swollen as Vorik worked it with his mouth. First he used just the tip of his tongue, unsure how to move and at what pressure.

“Ugh! A little, a little higher! Aaaah!” Elisha pleaded.

He flicked his tongue higher up.

“More, more of your tongue, flatten it.”

He flattened his tongue.

“Faster!”

He moved faster, his jaw starting to ache from the effort. But Vorik didn’t care. He would endure any amount of discomfort as long as it guaranteed her pleasure.

Elisha’s voice raised in pitch and octave. She was on the edge of intense release.

Elisha couldn’t hold on any longer, the dam broke and wave after wave of uniquely singular pleasure rippled through her. She felt the tingling in her fingers and toe and the warmth spread until she couldn’t make a sound.

“Shall I assume that you were satisfied?” Vorik asked, not in any way cocky. This was the first time he’d tasted a woman there, he wanted to make sure it was pleasurable for her.

“Very much so.”

Vorik waited until Elisha had come down from her orgasm before placing his hand over her womb. She noticed, and she didn’t wish to speak. She just wanted to feel right now. She reached out her hand and placed it on top of his. Their eyes met for a moment of understanding.

Elisha nodded.

Vorik slowly removed his hand and sat on his haunches, bringing Elisha with him. He lowered her onto himself with impressive ease. They fell into one another’s arms to what felt like home to the both of them. This was not a rough or ready coupling, but gently, like lovers. They were silent except for their steady breaths.

Eventually, Vorik spent himself inside of her again, and neither was the first to let go.

[kinkyliterotica]

(Image above does not belong to me and I do not claim ownership of it)

Part 1

Ensign Vorik x OC Pon Farr Smut

Summary: Ensign Elisha is a security officer on the USS Voyager. She and Vorik have a casual friendship, but when B’Elanna rejects his advances, it is up to Elisha to satisfy his Pon Farr.

Warnings: Smut, Pon Farr, Interspecies Sex, Rough Sex, Sexual Tension, Creampie, Slight Breeding Kink

———

Vorik spoke quickly and hurriedly, not at all like a Vulcan or like himself, “B’Elanna, you may wish to reconsider. Your choices for a mate are currently limited to 73 male crew members, some of which are already unavailable.”

What was going on? Elisha stayed back in case she needed to duck out quickly. Maybe this was a bad time.

B’Elanna was becoming more incredulous. “I’ll worry about my choices myself, thank you.”

Vorik jogged up the stairs behind her, dead set on being face to face with her while he spoke.

“I should also remind you, that many humanoid species are unable to withstand Klingon mating practices--”

B’Elanna got up in his face, getting absolutely livid now with his insubordination.

“--Okay, that’s enough--”

Vorik continued despite B’Elanna’s warning.

“Whereas my superior Vulcan strength would make me a very suitable partner.”

On the last word he grabbed her face with his hands and held on tightly as she struggled. B’Elanna was no weakling, the fact that he had a grip on her at all was alarming.

Shit. Elisha dropped her coffee on the step and ascended quickly to intervene. She didn’t know what was happening, but it wasn’t consensual.

Before she could reach the two of them, B’Elanna escaped Vorik’s grasp and slammed her heel into his jaw. She heard the distinct pop of a bone out of place and a massive thud as Vorik’s body hit the floor. By some miracle he was still conscious, rubbing his jawbone looking entirely disoriented.

“Lieutenant!” Elisha called out, “Do you need my assistance?”

B’Elanna was out of breath, looking between Vorik and Elisha confused and terribly riled up.

“Yes, get him the hell out of here and down to sickbay. I’ll...I’ll be right behind you.” She quickly straightened her uniform and let out a heavy breath. She looked around as the entire engineering department had turned their heads to see what all the fuss was about. She moved around Vorik a little fearfully and addressed the crowd downstairs.

“I’ll be dismissing myself to sickbay, continue working on the assignments you were given. Ensign Vorik will be joining me as well.”

Elisha approached Vorik unsure of how to proceed. She had come here to do pretty much exactly the opposite of what she was doing now.

She bend down and held out a hand.

“Are you disoriented? Can you stand?”

Vorik looked up at Elisha completely dazed.

“Ensign...Elisha?”

Elisha sighed. “Yes, Vorik. I’m...I’m here to escort you to sickbay. You...need to be examined.”

Vorik looked around as if he was seeing somewhat clearly again. An ounce of composure was present on his face. He nodded.

“Yes, yes of course.”

He grabbed Elisha’s arm and allowed her to pull him to an upright position. He stumbled a little and Elisha grabbed the back of his arm to steady him. He wasn’t stumbling like a drunk, but he wasn’t sober either.

B’Elanna went ahead to sickbay on her own, which wasn’t entirely a surprise. However, that did leave Vorik and Elisha alone on an incredibly awkward journey to sickbay. As she walked him to the holodeck she felt strange waves coming off of him.

He was totally out of whack. Not consistent or stable in any sense of the word. It’s almost like he was hanging onto his sanity by a thread. There was a chaotic mix of anger, sadness, shame, guilt, confusion, and hunger. A deep well of hunger that was left woefully unfulfilled.

He was breathing heavily as the holodeck moved swiftly down. He faltered slightly and Elisha moved to grab him, her breasts accidentally rubbing against the back of his arm and shoulder blades.

Vorik made the smallest noise. It could have been a grunt or a heavy breath, but he definitely reacted.

Vorik’s voice came out low and vaguely threatening.

“Be cautious of how you touch me Ensign. I am not right.”

Elisha’s heart leapt in her chest. It took more courage than she thought it would take to speak.

“Vorik, what’s happened to you?”

“You should not be here, you’re not safe.”

Elisha felt a little stab of wounded pride. She gripped Vorik’s arm tighter.

“I do not fear you Vorik, you remember that well.”

Vorik let out a sigh before he straightened himself. He quietly and ashamedly said, “I can stand, Ensign.”

Elisha didn’t want to let go of Vorik. She could feel his shame radiating out of him. There had to be some explanation for this.

“You’re...not well Vorik. Let me help you.”

“No Ensign, you shouldn’t help me. It was not my intention to do this in front of anyone, especially someone whose respect I wish to keep.”

Elisha considered how to respond.

“You’re not acting like yourself, I won’t judge you as yourself.”

Vorik said, “A logical statement, but also a kind one. One I don’t deserve.”

They rode in silence the rest of the way to sickbay. The Doctor and B’Elanna insisted I stand guard outside the door in case Vorik began acting irrationally again.

Not long after Lieutenant Tuvok approached her, with long urgent strides. They nodded at one another, clearly the both of them knew what was going on inside.

Tuvok addressed Elisha, “Ensign.”

“Lieutenant.”

Tuvok looked around unsure what to say.

“I am obligated to ask, were you a witness to the exchange between Lieutenant Torres and Ensign Vorik?”

Elisha straightened up, “Yes Sir.”

“Please describe to me what exactly it was that you saw.”

“Honestly Sir, it was strange. I didn’t see how it started, but I saw how it ended. They were having an argument, and he grabbed the Lieutenant’s face with his hands, tightly enough that she had to break free. She managed to dislodge him and strike him in the face.”

Tuvok nods, “What was the nature of their discussion?”

Elisha looks down at her feet, this was such an uncomfortable conversation, “I can’t make any assumptions, but it sounded like they were talking about the Lieutenant’s mating preferences.”

Tuvok’s eyes belay a hint of apprehension. His lips pull tighter together.

“He was nearly screaming. I’ve never heard a Vulcan sound like that.”

Tuvok’s energy was a mixture of shame and fear. Not nearly as potent as Vorik’s. Tuvok’s emotional control was far superior, developed over decades of careful practice. When he finally spoke he spoke seriously.

“Ensign, I would advise you at this point to return to your duties and put this incident out of your mind.”

He was hiding something. Something about Vorik. She was compelled to dig deeper.

“Sir...what’s going to happen to him?”

“That is not of your concern Ensign, I have given you my suggestion. If you will not respect that then I will make them orders.”

Elisha’s stomach shrunk in her belly. She was much more worried about Vorik than she initially realized. She cared about him, she wanted to make sure he was going to be okay.

Tuvok, as a fellow telepath, could sense how disturbed Elisha was by this order. She cared for him, more than she let on. Perhaps, during this time, this was exactly what Vorik needed.

“Ensign, are you invested in Ensign Vorik’s well being?”

Elisha unsuredly said, “Yes Sir.”

“In this scenario, if Ensign Vorik’s life was in danger, would you do everything in your power to assure that he was kept alive?”

A little more confidently she said, “Of course, Sir.”

Tuvok hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much he should or could reveal to an outsider. Vorik’s options were limited right now, he had little other choice than to resolve his Pon Farr with a member of the crew itself. Elisha was young, consistent, and self-disciplined. She cared for Vorik, and she had the physical and mental fortitude enough to withstand, in his opinion, a potentially dangerous trial for a human body to take on. It was only logical.

“I am not at liberty to discuss something of such a highly personal nature with one of his fellow crew members. However…” He briefly hesitated, “I am quite sure that if you insist with him your readiness to help, he will be receptive.”

Elisha was surprised with Tuvok. He was advocating for his fellow Vulcan, she’s not sure about what. What he said would not have been strange coming from a human, but from a Vulcan this was practically begging her to talk to Vorik and convince him to let her help him. This was serious.

“Thank you, Sir.” She said in disbelief.

“However, you heard nothing of the sort from me.”

“Not a word, Sir.”

The both nodded in understanding. Soon after B’Elanna was escorted out of the sickbay as well as Kae. Lieutenant Tuvok and Torres stepped aside to talk privately while Elisha waited. A few minutes after that, Vorik came through the door as well.

Vorik looked taken aback by Elisha’s presence but composed himself.

“I can escort myself back to my quarters sufficiently.” He ground out.

Elisha shook her head.

“Those aren’t my orders.”

Vorik closes his eyes and tenses his shoulders.

“Very well, lead the way. Though I do insist that you keep your distance.”

“Can I trust you?” Elisha asks sincerely.

“I am not an animal, Elisha” He seemed to be saying that to himself as much ash her, “I am perfectly capable of returning to my quarters without the need for you to get heavy handed.”

Elisha was unconvinced, “All right.”

She walks him to the holodeck in silence. He’s slightly more composed than when she saw him last, and more volatile. His fingers are gripped so tightly that the knuckles are turning pale. She tries to remember that he is sick instead of being incredulous at his rudeness towards her.

He wasn’t giving her an opening, it’s not likely he’s going to share with her what happened in Engineering. She would have to chip away bit by bit before he gave her anything.

“Were you injured when Lieutenant Torres struck you?”

Vorik held his tongue for a moment before speaking, “I suffered from a dislocated jaw, B’Elanna is quite powerful.”

“...Why did you grab her like that?”

“You would not understand.”

“Because I’m not Vulcan? This is a Vulcan thing right?”

“A deeply personal Vulcan matter. One which I do not wish to discuss any further. I would ask that you please respect my wishes and allow me to go back to my quarters to resolve this myself.” He spat.

Elisha knows that it’s now or never as they’re quickly approaching his quarters.

“Is there anything I can do to help, please?”

Vorik turns to look at her, his brows drawn together in conflict. Should he stop her here, or bring her back to his quarters? He knows that once the woman steps through the threshold of his door, all self-control will be gone. Just thinking of Elisha in his arms, in his bed, was driving him mad.

“I know that it’s somewhat illogical,” Elisha continued, “we haven’t known each other for long. But I...need to make sure that I’ve done everything I can.”

She was practically begging for him to take her. Vorik thinks about all the ways that she could help him, on the wall, on the floor, on his bed, in his shower…

Vorik’s arm suddenly shot out and grabbed Elisha by her wrist. His grip was like steel, she couldn’t shake him loose if she wanted to. It wasn’t painful but it was firm.

“Everything? How far are you willing to go Ensign?”

Elisha's eyes opened wide in shock. The sexuality dripping in his voice struck her. She felt herself grow wet. The energy buzzing between them, the desperation of his grip. It thrilled her to her core.

“What do you need, Vorik? Before I agree, I need you to say it.”

Vorik tenses up and releases his hand like her wrist had burned him.

Quietly and reservedly he said, “Leave me.”

“Just tell me!”

“Leave me!”

Elisha grabs his arm and shoves him into his quarters. Being a security officer she was quite strong, manhandling was part of her job description. She hovers her hand over the button that closes it. He stood on the side of darkness, only candles behind him to illuminate him. She stood on the side of the light, the door creating a barrier between them. Whether she would cross it was up to him.

“If you need me, when you need me, call me. I’m not as weak as you think I am.”

Before Vorik can respond she says, “You’re confined to quarters until further notice.”

She presses the button and the door seal shut with a whoosh. She runs her hand through her hair and sighs. She needs to go to the gym to burn off some of this excess energy. As soon as she updates Security of Vorik’s status.

———

Vorik had spent hours in his quarters diving deep into his mind. He was the beach, and a storm was battering his shore.

His body was alive with electricity. His skin is sensitive to the touch of the air and the fibers in his clothes. He hadn’t eaten or slept in 3 days, he suspected that he did not have more than 4 days before he would no longer be able to maintain his standard bodily functions.

He knew that this was coming, he had felt the first pull of his logic weeks ago. Early signs of discomfort and discontent within him. He became more aware of his female crew members, B’Elanna especially. He knew that Tom Paris shared affection for her as well, being that she had rejected him he had hoped that she would see his own suitability as a mate. He hadn’t planned on proposing such an arrangement to her for some time, but the time came, and he could not control himself.

He had hoped that it would not be this. Of all times for his first Pon Farr to come, it had to be now, while he was trapped, lightyears away from his home, away from his kind. He was already breaking tradition just by initiating a Vulcan practice with an outsider. He did not have strong opinions about the subject of interplanetary relations, when your options are limited you’re forced to overcome potential obstacles.

He noticed that as often as B’Elanna was in his mind, Elisha was there also. He had not spent nearly the amount of time with Elisha as he had with his Lieutenant, but all the same it was true they had a connection. It was subtle but all the same sincere. He...enjoyed the time they spent together on the holodeck. The reality of being a starship crewman prevented them from developing that bond, but he had recalled it quite often. The potential of a connection that could be deeper.

With the use of his logic, he would respect and appreciate Elisha’s concern for his well being. Now that he was without it, his feelings towards her were purely carnal. He wanted her. He wanted every inch of her. On his body, in his mind, all of her swallowed up the great storm that he had become.

He feared himself, he feared that he would scare her, that he would harm her, that he would break her. He wanted her, but he needed B’Elanna. It was only logical. She was half-Klingon. She could safely take on the physically rigorous burden that was ahead of him. That is if he was able to secure a mate at all.

Sweat dripped onto his hands as he meditated. The fever was beginning, he would soon lose his reason completely. He needed to act now while he still could.

He was disrupted from his meditation by the ringing of someone at his door. He had no assumptions of who it was, all he felt was anger at being interrupted.

“Go away.”

The door whoosed open behind him. Great anger rose in him and he spun around to shout with complete rage, “I said...go away!”

When he opened his eyes to see that it was Lieutenant Tuvok standing before him. The backlight behind him hurt Vorik’s eyes.

He felt a wave of nauseating shame, “I’m sorry Sir…”

“No, I must apologize for the intrusion, particularly at this time.” His voice was heavy with implication.

“So you know.”

---

“The resolution must be that we become mates. It is only logical!”

B’Elanna needed him, and he needed her.

Tuvok gently reminds him, “Lieutenant Torres has never been a great follower of logic.”

Vorik grits his teeth, “You think she’ll reject me again?” He could not suffer a second humiliation at her expense, particularly now.

Tuvok spoke slowly, “It might be wise, to continue your meditative efforts.”

Vorik let out a long heavy breath. Despite their mutual need, he doubted that given the circumstances, he would be able to win back B’Elanna’s affection after his last slight. Despite their bond she was strong willed, and not easily persuaded.

Defeated and tired, he said, “I’ll do my best, Sir.”

Tuvok did not make any indication that he was leaving.

“Was there something else Sir?” He grit out. If meditation was all that he could do he wanted to be left to it.

“It is not my place to involve myself in your personal matters. I too, have been through this exact trial you are faced with, at this point, many times over.”

Tuvok relaxed his posture.

“However, I have observed Ensign Elisha’s concern for you myself. In my personal opinion she is an exemplary crew member aboard this ship, and a trustworthy individual. Given her apparent affection towards you, and her respect for secrecy, I believe that she would make a superior choice to Lieutenant Torres.”

Vorik’s frustration cannot contain itself.

“She is a human Sir. The complications of relations between our races are not lost on me. Though Ensign Elisha is strong willed she lacks the physical strength to withstand--”

“Ensign Elisha is more than capable where her physical strength is concerned.”

“--regardless we do not share a bond, as B’Elanna and I do. She would be the logical choice.”

Tuvok looked towards Vorik paternally.

“I would advise that with your options being as limited as they are, choosing someone willing as opposed to someone who is not, would be the more logical endeavor.”

Tuvok turns to make his leave.

“I will speak no more of this, Ensign. Choose how you will. You do not have much time.”

As Tuvok left, Vorik’s rage took on a new face. He roared and hurled his sofa off of the floor onto its back. He took a decorative statue that held no sentimental value and smashed it into the far wall. He tore his tunic off and placed his head in his hands as he wept.

How had he been so foolish? Why had he forced a bond with B’Elanna? He ruined everything. He would be lucky if he was ever allowed to speak to her again, much less gain her affection.

Elisha...he hadn’t known her long. He knew she was intelligent, clever, capable, but not much else. She was a telepath, like him. They shared common interests. Common friends even.

She had expressed interest in helping him. Despite her naivete, he had capitalized on it quickly. As soon as she submitted herself to him in the smallest way, he needed to touch her. He needed her to know his power, his drive, his fear. He wanted to bond with her.

However she didn’t really know what she was offering. She didn’t know what would be required of her. The sacrifice, the great trial she would have to overcome. There would be blood. It would last for days without end. Things would never be the same again, once that bond is made in body and mind there is no going back.

If she rejected him as well, he didn’t know if he could cope. These women had the power to unknowingly subject him to death. How could he not fear their rejection?

Regardless of that fear, it was logical to pursue all available options until he had none left. A rejection would mean little if he was dead in less than a week. He had to try.

He pulled himself off of the floor and walked towards the comms unit by the door.

“Ensign Vorik for...Ensign Elisha.”

30 seconds passed before she responded, she sounded out of breath.

“Yes Vorik?”

Hearing her voice twisted his stomach. His need for her was a physical pain in his lok.

“Would you kindly meet me at my quarters?” He grit out, his jaw tense.

She was silent for a long moment.

“Tell me what’s going to happen when I get there, Vorik. I deserve that much.”

He shut his eyes tight and hung his head. All of his pride was gone and all that was left was to beg for relief from this pain.

He leaned in close to the comms until his forehead touched the wall. He closed his eyes as he let his guard down enough to be honest. If there was a time for honesty, it was now.

“I need you.” He quietly begged.

“My body or my mind?” She inquired.

He gnashed his teeth as he admitted, “Both.”

He heard her sigh over the comms.

“How soon? For how long?”

“Soon, and possibly, for several days.”

“Days?!”

Vorik waited anxiously for her to make her decision. The sweat was reaching his brow but he did not open his eyes or wipe it away. She held his life in her hands.

“This is not something to be taken lightly, Ensign. This much I will warn you. However, I will not force you.”

Still she was silent.

“Give me...an hour to get my affairs in order. I’ll meet you there.”

Vorik’s eyes opened wide in shock. She hadn’t rejected him. His heart beat out of his chest and a relief washed over him. He would have his woman, she would soon be his.

“Thank you, Elisha.” His voice trembled but he didn’t care.

His whole body was shaking. He couldn’t believe she had answered his call. She knew no reason and only risk and she agreed anyway.

He would have to prepare. He had one hour. He looked at the disarray he had created in his quarters. He quickly and recklessly righted his furniture. He picked up the broken pieces of his shattered vase and threw them in the receptacle. He moved the furniture against the wall. He wanted to minimize damage to his living space as much as possible.

This was his first Pon Farr but based on how he was feeling now, he knew that his body was capable of great destruction. It was an instinct, he held no hesitation or nervousness about how they would mate. His body knew that it needed it, and soon she would too. She would become a vessel for his need.

His lok ached inside of his trousers. He moaned and grabbed his throbbing member through them and took a deep breath. He wanted to run through these halls, tear down her door, and have her right there on the floor. Like an animal, stalking his prey to its hiding place and taking what he needed from her sopping wet cunt…

He was drenched in sweat. She couldn’t see him like this.

He removed his clothes and put them in the laundry receptacle before stepping into the sonic shower. He cleaned himself roughly and thoroughly. His skin was on fire. He tended to his personal hygiene and changed into a simple but traditional Vulcan piece of clothing. The robe covered his bare feet and would be easy to remove when he needed to.

When he was finished he sat by his meditation shrine and focused for what felt like ages on belaying his need until Elisha arrived. Only then was he struck with the fear that she would change her mind, that she would leave once his waters had just begun to be cooled. How could he reassure her?

The door chimed and he whipped his head around to face it. He got to his feet quickly and composed himself enough to say,

“Enter.”

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(Part 1)

Doctor Doom x OC Smut

Summary: Nika, a citizen of Latveria, is found at the gates of Castle Doom. When Doom himself sees her devotion, he grants her a place in the palace, as his consort.

EXPLICIT RAPE! NON-CON/DUB CON!

Warnings: Smut, rape, sleep rape, unconscious OC, cream pie, dub con, worship, Dom/sub, selfish monarch, power dynamic

———

In Latveria there was one man above all others. Their monarch, their ruler, their God. His true name was Victor, but to the world he was known only as Doom.

He chose his name well because he was the embodiment of it. Doom. Doom to those who opposed him and Doom to those that worshiped. His power was unimaginable, his will and strength even more so.

As Nika approached the bridge leading to Castle Doom, the scale was foreboding, so massive, so dark, with excellent style and craftsmanship. Dark clouds hung above the spires, it was a dank and gloomy day in Latveria. While the sky was gray, the lights that shone from inside Castle Doom radiated warmth. A privilege of the elite, warmth and comfort despite the elements. She pulled her own shawl further around her shoulders, adjusting it around the journal and charcoal she carried under her arm. She could see her breath leaving her lips.

The grounds were empty, other villagers did not dare get this close. As an artist she was inspired. She took the sketchbook out and flipped to an empty page. She flattened the spine against her leg before placing it on her forearm for support. Charcoal stained the page and her fingers as she created the general shapes of the castle. The large structure, the towering peaks, and the windows. She would have to generate the details from memory. She told herself she was too afraid to hover and draw unwanted attention from the crown. But time moved quickly while she was absorbed in the creation. By the time she snapped out of it, much light had disappeared from the sky.

Behind her she heard the sound of hooves, followed by the rickety clacking of metal against cobblestone. She turned sharply towards the noise, and saw the grand carriage of Doom. The scale of it even from a distance made her shudder. She took a step back quickly, clutching her sketchbook to her chest. The horses were close behind her, she narrowly missed getting trampled.

A gruff voice came from the stagecoach, a woman shrouded by a dark green cloak. “It is not wise to place yourself in the path of Doom, young lady.”

Nika shook her head, “Of-of course. My apologies, I was only admiring the castle at dusk!”

Nika, trying to prove she meant no harm, held up the sketchbook to the stagecoach, showing her the quick sketch she had made. As the woman leaned down to observe, Nika heard a deep rumbling voice from inside of the carriage. A voice so dark it chilled her bones.

“Come here, child.”

Nika was frozen, she didn’t understand. Was he calling her? He couldn’t possibly.

The stagecoach saw her hesitance and spat, “Go to him, you stupid girl!”

Nika moved quickly, fear guiding her steps. She moved to the window of the carriage. A gloved metal hand had pulled back the curtain to reveal nothing more than a man, shrouded in darkness, covered by a rich emerald cloak.

Unsure of how to address Doom without offending him, she bowed. Her short hair falling just briefly in front of her eyes.

“My Lord Doom, I am not worthy.”

His voice was just as chilling as the first time, “Only Doom can determine who is worthy. Show me what you made.”

His gloved metal hand stretched out of the window of the carriage towards her. Even in the near total darkness, his armor still shined. Its brilliance is blinding. She handed him the journal, holding her thumb on the page she had drawn. Her heart beat so quickly she couldn't stop herself from shivering. Doom pulled the sketch into the carriage and it all but disappeared. After several moments of silence she heard,

“You have proven your devotion to me. Such admiration should be recognized.”

She heard the clicking of a lock and the creak of a hinge. The door to the carriage swung open.

“Enter.”

Nika did as she was told. She bent her head down to avoid hitting the ceiling. She took a seat opposite Doom. His body was massive. His armor was even more brilliant up close. His legs were spread widely, taking up most of the space. Her posture by comparison was much more restrained. Her legs were closed, her arms wrapped around her body.

A shrill shrieking of metal gates opening made Nika shiver. The carriage jostled as it began to move, bouncing against the stones of the bridge. She did not speak, and neither did Doom. The moments in his presence were so unfathomable she could not comprehend what was happening as fact. It was like a dream, a fantasy gone sideways. What was she doing here? In the presence of this God? She didn’t dare to ask.

When the carriage finally stilled, Doom gestured towards the door. She nodded and exited the carriage to find herself on the steps of Castle Doom. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of it. Much larger in person, the grounds were equally magnificent.

She heard the ‘whoosh’ of a cape as Doom approached her from behind.

“Upon seeing it closer, does your drawing do it justice?” He asked.

Nika turns to look at him. His stature is great, he towers over her. His mask obscures all of his face except for his eyes.

“Not at all, my Lord.” She confesses.

———

Later that evening, after being cleaned and scrubbed by the servants of Castle Doom, she is brought before him in the throne room. The room is massive in scale. It’s easily the largest in the castle. There are several fires burning to keep it warm, there are long dining tables lining the sides of the room, intended for guests. In the center a long red carpet led to the most magnificent part of the room. The throne.

It was clean and square, set on a pedestal above the main level. A light shone down from above. Doom sat upon it, the light finally illuminating him. His cape draped across the throne, he rested his arm on the armrest, a golden goblet in his hand.

The servants guided Nika a few feet from the throne, and told her quietly to kneel. She did, the skirt they had put her in gathered on the ground around her feet.

“Leave us.” Doom’s voice bellowed in the room.

The sound of a large wooden door closing signaled that they were indeed alone. Nika looked up at Doom. His eyes watched her with an indistinguishable expression. She had never felt more self conscious than under his gaze. The collection of fat around her hips, the choppiness of her hair, the crookedness of her teeth all made her want to hide from his gleaming perfection.

“Were you born in Latveria?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty six.”

“Are you married? Or betrothed?”

“No, my Lord.”

Doom drinks from his cup, how she’s not sure.

“In the times that we live in, Latveria is under threat. Not from outside forces, but from outside opinions. The citizens of Latveria have been misled, some believe that my nature is tyrannical. Even villainous. There have been few shortages of critics, though I have done my best to display my generosity.”

Doom shifts, leaning forward onto his knees.

“Devotion. I do not use that word lightly. It is the principal form of worship that any monarch can garner. It is not bought or taught, but earned.”

Doom pulls her sketchbook from behind his back, his thumb holding down the page of Castle Doom that she had drawn.

“There have been few displays of devotion that have moved me such as this. The citizens of Latveria have been too afraid to approach my gates, much less find inspiration in them. You, my child, have impressed me. For that, I will show you pleasure and mercy that only Doom can.”

“Come. Join me.” He patted his thigh, the sound of metal on metal echoed in the room.

Nika’s own legs had gone numb, she stumbled to her feet. The closer to the throne she got, the more nervous she became.

Doom patted his thigh again, and she sat down. She hesitated to put her full weight down on his leg. Doom’s gloved hand rested on her back. She nearly jumped from her seat when he touched her.

“Do you truly fear me so greatly?” His voice was so close she could feel his breath on her.

“No my Lord!” She replied quickly, “I do not fear you, I fear myself. I am peasant stock. To be in your presence highlights all that I lack.”

Doom’s hand slides down her back, and pulls her sharply against him. She gasps. He moved her body as if he had 1,000 times before. With expert skill and ease.

“Fear nothing while in my presence. You have won the favor of Doom. A privilege you should be grateful for.”

Nika breathes, “Yes, Doom. Thank you for your–ah!”

Doom slides his hand up her thigh, bringing the skirt she wore with it. His cold thumb stroked the sensitive flesh between her thighs.

She could not stop herself from squirming. The feeling of his cold thumb against her most sensitive flesh caused her hips to grind against them. She was graced with his touch, and she would show gratitude.

Doom leaned towards neck, speaking into her ear, “Speak no more, I wish to feel you…undistracted.”

Before she could utter ‘Yes, My Lord.’ She pursed her lips. He commanded her to ‘speak no more’, and she would obey.

Doom’s thumb rolled her clit slowly, tortuously. With enough pressure that she could feel the sensation without wincing. How did he know her body so well? How many women had he touched with this hand before he’d touched her? How many more would come after?

She tried to stifle her jealous thoughts as Doom used his free hand to grasp the back of her neck. The tips of his large fingers dug into the muscle there and caused her to seize. A cold nerve ran down her neck and fogged her mind. Her head flung back and Doom caught it. His hand carried the entire weight of her body as she lost sensation. What was happening to her? What had he done?

“My Lo—“ She began, but her voice failed as she fell into unconsciousness.

————

Nika’s body slumped in Doom’s arms. He removed his thumb from her clit and slid them underneath her thighs. He rose from the chair lifting her with him.

He took her to his master bedroom, three floors above. His servants bowed and escorted them there easily.

He entered the massive doors to his bedroom and closed the gap between himself and the bed. The posts on it reach the vaulted ceiling. Elaborate green velvet curtains hung from the frame. The quilted bedding puffed up around Nika’s body as he placed her on the mattress.

Doom looked at the woman. She was young, homely, wide in her hips and thighs. Such a simple woman with such a bright mind. He would enjoy keeping her as his consort. For as long as it pleased him.

Doom reached his hand out and swiped it across her body. He used his mystic skills to make her clothes disappear in a cloud of shimmering dust.

She was entirely naked before him, baring herself to him unconscious. Entirely unaware that she was under his gaze. It did not matter, awake or asleep she was his.

Her bush was curly and dark. Her legs and arms also carried long and dark hair. Her nails were short, her palms and soles had calluses from tireless field work. She was a peasant, not dirty, but hard working. She would know the value of a job well done. Unlike the shaved and primed aristocrats who vied for his affection. He had not been given his power. He had earned it. He of all people appreciated good breeding.

With her eyes shut he could notice her features more clearly. Her lashes were long and dark, her nose small and pert, her lips large and pout.

Doom unclasped his more bulky armor from around his crotch. It fell heavily against the wood floor. Next came his right glove. First the metal, then the undercloth. He flexed his fist.

This woman could not be permitted to see him. No one could.

He pulled out his cock and stroked it with his exposed hand. She was beautiful. He leaned over her, supporting himself on his other hand.

His face hovered above her, his hood shielding his view of anything but her.

He looked at her lips, and imagined his cock sliding between them. He imagined the look of fear and obligation in her eyes as she took him into her mouth. She would fear disappointing him, she would fear his great judgment. If she did he would have little choice but to force her head down upon his length until he was satisfied. If she wept he would strike her, deprive her of breath even. Even until her face turned blue and her eyes became foggy with the risk of deoxygenation. If she fell asleep he would continue to use her.

For he was her Lord. He could do with her as he wished, and all he wished.

His eyes traveled further down to her breasts. Her nipples were hard in the cold evening air. If only he could remove his mask, he could lick and suck and torture her lovely breasts. He would slap them, turn the flesh red in the shape of his fingertips as he struck her. He would clasp rings to them that he could pull. With a chain so tight she would scream. She would beg for mercy.

He imagined the sounds of her whimpered cries as he stroked his cock even faster. Sweat began to gather at the back of his neck. His breath became short.

He lowered his face to the most beautiful place, her cunt. The hair was lovely drapery. He gently nudged her legs apart. They dragged along the bed while she remained unconscious. He almost knelt to smell as her cunt was only inches from his face. He was nearly holding back his orgasm. The head of his cock was so red, his seed warm and ready for her.

He saw the gorgeous swell of her lips. Her cunt was taut and a deep pink. He saw between her hair the little red hump of her clit at the top of that long beautiful slit.

He had no need to stop himself. None to challenge him. Not even Reed.

He released his own cock with a hiss. With the same ungloved hand he used his warm flesh to stroke up and down her exposed pussy. The lips folded open as he rubbed his finger along her opening. The sounds it made were glorious. Such delicious wetness. His fingers probed curiously until he saw her hole.

No visible hymen intact. Even if there was one to begin with. He took two fingers and started to pump into her.

He felt the slightest of movements from her, from Nika. He had barely been aware that she was there, his interest only in what she could do for him.

He wanted her asleep. Unaware and pliable, she would be easier to keep once he had broken her in.

His fingers drove into her again and again. The depth and force increased as Doom's excitement did. His blue eyes were wide, staring at this peasants unconscious body rocking beneath him. Did she feel this, he wondered, in her own way in her dreams? Did she know she was his now, for as long as he wanted?

Her face started to contort as Doom’s weight pressed against her. He lined his cock up with her entrance. He had prepared her well, opened her up to his liking. He would not take her roughly like a beast. Unless he had no other choice.

When his head was against her entrance he rubbed it along her folds. Her body started to react, her limbs stirring. Her eyes were still heavy and shut tight.

He had only a moment before he’d have to intervene. In the brief time before her eyes opened, Doom shoved his cock into her. Deeply. More deeply than he’d thought but as deep as he wanted.

“Wh-what. Where am I—“ Nika muttered.

Doom rocked his hips into her with little care as she spoke. Her hips slammed against hers as she slowly became aware of what was happening to her.

His hands were next to her head, supporting his weight as his cock entered her again and again.

Her own eyes locked onto his. At that moment they made a connection. She knew what was happening to her, and she was afraid. She looked around and finally saw the space between them. Her eyebrows drew together in horror.

Lord Doom was taking her virginity while she slept. Where was she? What was happening?

She tried to crawl away, use her sleep tired limbs to get a grasp. Doom became aware of her attempt to get away, and met her eyeline again.

His eyes were intense, wild. Crazed and lusty in a way that made her blood run cold. His pupils were tight and drawn towards her.

Her vision became clouded as he covered her eyes with his ungloved hand. Glowing purple light radiated from them and blinded her.

“Sleep.” He ordered in an ethereal voice.

Her consciousness blinked out again. Doom had made her his toy once more. Like a marionette with cut strings she fell against the bed. Her body once again weak and limp.

Doom’s hips grew more cruel, more rough than before. She would know her place as his loyal toy soon enough.

His breath grew ragged again as he leaned over her body. He imagined the horror on her face when she realized how he had violated her. The horror of someone with no choice but to let this happen or suffer the consequences. He became harder than ever.

With a few grunt he pumped again, and burst within her. His whole lower half shivered as his own blood ran cold. The adrenaline made his arms grow numb. He let out a huff, and eased himself out of her.

His seed slipped out as he did. Her hole was leaking all over his silk sheets.

He calmed his own body before moving her. He put her down comfortably. On her side, with a pillow under her head.

He sat on the edge and admired her sleeping form. He took his fingers and swiped up a string of cum from her hole. He carried the warm goo carefully to her lips and smeared it on them. Her other hole, now painted white.

While he admired the view of his cum dripping down her lips, she stirred. He did nothing more to disturb her slumber. At least for now.

He would have one more opportunity to fill her before she woke. Such a lovely girl, he might even keep her.

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🐍 God of Mischief 🐍

Illustrated by @kinkyliterotica

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Venom x Eddie Brock x OC M/M/F Threesome Smut

Summary: Eddie introduces his new romantic interest, Shannon Walker (single mom), to his alien companion and partner Venom. After a glass of wine and a lot of reassurance she decides she’s ready to handle both men. At the same time.

Warnings: Smut, Possessive!Venom, Threesome, Size Kink, Monster Fucking, Slime, Creampie, Tentacles, Rough Sex, Deep Throat, Oral

———

(Part 1)

After a long evening of important conversations about single parenting, ‘where their relationship was going’, Shannon was feeling reassured and content. That was until Eddie let it slip that Venom had an interest in being…involved with her.

She adjusted herself on the couch. Her red dress rode up her plump thighs, her hands played with the stem of her wine glass. Eddie sat opposite of her, looking slapdash but handsome. In a wrinkled shirt with rolled up sleeves, and a pair of gray trousers. He looked so human, which made Venom’s head floating between them seem all the more strange, and alien. His white eyes were shiny and reflective. His teeth were cluttered, jagged, and completely intimidating.

Shannon laughed a little nervously and asked, “Wait, how that would even work. You know…the three of us?”

Venom wrapped his sleek tendrils around her back and pulled her closer to Eddie. Her skirt was almost entirely pooled around her hips. Venom spoke softly into her ear. As softly as he could with his deep otherworldly voice.

“I can show you. You’ve never seen the things I can do.”

Shannon’s own softer human voice shook, she asked “Have you ever been with a woman before-a human woman?”

“I’m Dylan’s father too, you know.”

Eddie looked between the two of them, unsure of how Shannon was responding to Venom. They’d never interacted like this before. He had always been the intermediary.

Eddie told Venom, “Alright buddy, ease up a bit.”

Eddie then spoke to Shannon, “I know you’re nervous, and if you want to turn to the door and bolt you can go for it. But before you do, you should know, we really like you. And if you give us a chance I’m sure we can change your mind about the whole alien thing.”

Shannon doesn’t say anything, she takes a small brave breath, picks up Eddie’s hand, and takes him to the bedroom.

Eddie’s apprehension faded quickly.

Eddie asked, “So I guess, uh, a little bit of freakiness turns you on huh?”

Shannon laughed and said, “You don’t know the half of it.” Shannon meant freaky in a very different way than Eddie and Venom did. She had some experience with deep throating and anal, maybe some water sports. This was freaky on a whole other level.

As they entered the bedroom, Venom’s tendrils appeared out of Eddie’s body. The appendages started to slide underneath her clothes, lifting them from her body expertly. Her dress was pulled down, her tights slid down to her ankles, her hair released from its small claw clip. She became alert, she was being touched in so many places by Venom’s cold tendrils it’s overwhelming.

Suddenly she was lifted off of the ground by Eddie while Venom slipped her clothes off of her body entirely. She starts panting, she couldn’t keep up.

Eddie leaned in closely and whispered, “Don’t be afraid, I’ve got you.”

Venom leaned into her other ear, “She’s not afraid Eddie, I can smell her.”

Venom growled and licked a line up her neck and jaw with his strong long tongue. She shivers violently, the sensation so foreign but so tantalizing. She stifled a meek moan. Venom laughed, and the sound rumbled in Eddie’s chest.

“She wants me.”

Eddie chides him, “She wants us, don’t you baby?”

Eddie pulls Shannon closer, burying his face in her neck and littering it with kisses.

Shannon stutters, “Yes, uh, yes. Sorry I’m just...would you two give it a rest for a minute!”

Eddie and Venom stop suddenly, worried they’ve done something wrong. Shannon pushed against them slightly, giving herself room to breathe. They had to work up to that kind of intensity. It was too much.

Shannon shook her choppy hair out of her face and started undressing Eddie. She pulls his pants around his ankles and pushes him down on the bed before ripping his pants off. He pushed himself up on his elbows, a wide smile on his face.

Eddie snickers, “Yeah I like that.”

Shannon smiled, “Shut up.”

Shannon crawled on top of Eddie and started licking and sucking in his earlobe. Her teeth graze the sensitive flesh of his neck, and now it’s her turn to make him shiver. This was much more comfortable, being in control.

“You two keep acting like I’m some flustered schoolgirl. You’ve got all the tricks and I’m just going to lay here and be amazed huh? Wrong.”

Shannon’s fingers drag down his chest and end up on his boxers. She slips her fingers beneath the waistband and grabs hold of his hard cock. She strokes up and down gently.

She continues, “I got laid more in college than you two have in your entire life. Now lay back and let me show you what I can do.”

Eddie laughed, and replied with a satisfying, “Yes ma’am.”

Shannon heard nothing from Venom. She hoped she’d shut him up, but in reality she knew he was lying in wait, biting his tongue.

Shannon pulled Eddie’s boxers down with his help. She shifted herself lower. She knelt on the floor and put her face an inch above his crotch. She wrapped her hands around his length and started pumping. Eddie moaned with relief. As soon as she got a steady pace she took out her tongue and licked him from ball sac to tip. Eddie nearly bucked off of the bed, and the moan he let out thrilled her even more. He was making him weak, making this strong man, this superhero, moan and writhe beneath her. She could taste the power.

Eddie wrapped his fingers in her hair and gently eased her away from his balls and onto his length. She adjusted her throat to his length, he’s a good size but not uncomfortable. She ran her tongue down his shaft as she wet his dick with her saliva. Her mouth made sharp wet noises that made Eddie’s cock throb.

Eddie looks down at Shannon, “Damn she knows what she’s doing, huh V?”

Venom laughed in a sickening and lingering way that made Shannon’s confidence wane.

“We’ll see my love.”

Shannon feels Eddie’s body adjust around her, the thighs she rested her arms on were suddenly growing, turning black, expanding all around her. The length in her mouth also grew, what used to fit comfortably between her cheeks was now extending into the free space between them. When the top of Venom’s length hits the back of her throat she gagged.

Shannon’s head shot up and glared at Venom, who laid back casually with his arms behind his head, his body eating up the whole length of the bed and then some.

Shannon scowled at Venom's cocky smirk, his teeth glistening. “No fair.” She complained

“You’re so nice to Eddie, what about me? I’ve been waiting as long as he has. Watching you from behind his eyes, feeling your body beneath his hands. Don’t I deserve some…attention?”

Shannon sat back on her haunches and laughed, “Oh, you want attention, is that it? You’re feeling left out?”

Venom hisses, his tongue rattling like a snake.

“Yesssssss.”

Shannon laughed and Venom sat up more quickly than she expected based on his sheer size. Suddenly he was towering over her. Her knees were still on the ground, she felt so incredibly small, so vulnerable.

Venom took his clawed hand and gently and lovingly stroked her cheek with it. The sensation was smooth and unlike skin, but it was comforting. She leaned into his touch and enjoyed the affection. The gap between them was closing, the distance between Eddie and Venom coming together.

Venom asked honestly, “Are you afraid of me?”

Shannon became determined. She shook her head ‘no’ and commanded, “Lie down”.

Venom settles himself and Shannon lowers her mouth onto his length. It’s huge and wet with precum, he is hard and ready for her. She can’t swallow the whole thing but does her best with her hand to substitute.

Venom interjects, “It’s not…too big for you is it?”

Shannon says stubbornly, “Of course not.”

“Good, I’ll enjoy trying to make it fit.”

Shannon stretched her throat to its absolute limit. His size was unimaginably girthy, her lips barely went down ⅓ of his entire length. Her teeth grazed skin but it didn’t seem to bother him. She pumped her head up and down, trying to mimic what she did for Eddie. Her hand worked tirelessly down his shaft.

After only a moment Venom shrunk away and Eddie returned. He picked her head up, her eyes filled with tears from the strain and he kissed her forehead lovingly.

Eddie sighs, “Alright that’s enough, I think we should take a break for a bit.”

Shannon wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. She sat up angrily this time. She had just gotten a rhythm going, and Eddie came out to ‘give her a break’. “I don’t know if you two are trying to drive me crazy, but it’s certainly working!”

Eddie held his hands up incredulously. “What the hell? What did I do?”

Shannon threw her hands down on the bed, “You bastards, you have me suck the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, tease me with the longest tongue I’ve ever seen, and you want to take a break?! I’m losing my mind over here boys!”

Eddie’s expression turned from concern to hunger as Venom took over again. His face grows that terrifying set of teeth and he wets them with his truly impressive tongue.

“You underestimated her Eddie, she loves the monster just like you do. You had better be ready, little human.”

Her whole world turned upside down and she saw a black blur move above her, pinning her down. Her shoulders pressed painfully into the cheap mattress.

Shannon squealed as Venom spread her legs and licked the tip of her clit with his tongue. She couldn’t hold back the pornographic moans as Venom showed her how long his tongue really is.

She fisted the sheets and cried out in pleasure while Eddie admired the view from behind Venom's eyes, God she is beautiful as she writhed around in the sheets.

Venom stopped playing around and fucking her with his tongue more roughly. He had incredibly precise control over the appendage and Shannon could feel him dragging it along her walls. She was soaking, both his tongue and the sheets. Everytime her hips threatened to buck off the bed, a new appendage shot out to hold her down. He was everywhere, all over her. Binding her, trapping her. When she was near total bliss he used his tentacles to play with her nipples. They were so skilled and knew exactly how to twist and pull to make her cry out.

Shannon could barely breathe, “You feel so fucking good.”

“I know, delicious thing, I know. Are you prepared to take something much bigger?”

Shannon tried to think through the lusty fog. She stumbled with her words, “Eddie first.”

Venom didn’t complain as Eddie fronts again.

Eddie leaned down and saw her wrecked and wet body. He kissed every part of Shannon that he could find, “You’re doing so good baby, god, I don’t know how you do it.”

Eddie grabs his length and strokes it before lining it up with her hole. What Venom did turned him on just as much as her.

“Did V make you wet baby, did you love it?”

Shannon moaned, “Yes, yes, he was amazing, I want you too please.”

Eddie shoved his length into her easily. She’d been properly prepared, and ever since she had her daughter she didn’t need as much preparation as she once did.

Eddie rocked into her and fell into rhythm easily. He grabbed her legs and hiked them over his shoulders when he lost her cunts tight grip.

Eddie shivered when he hit a good spot. The sensation traveling through his entire body. His eyes were shut tight, “Oh fuck you’re so hot. How long have you been waiting for this huh?”

Shannon nearly tore Eddie’s skin digging her nails into his shoulders. She cried out, “So long!”

Eddie and Shannon keep at a good pace, enjoying the feeling of their bodies finally intertwined and skin against skin. There was no music, no ambient sound, just the rocking of the bed and the sound of wet flesh between them. Eddie was strong, not unlike Venom. His pace and stamina was nearly superhuman.

Venom growled, “I need her Eddie, let me out.”

Eddie tried to soothe him, “Give me a minute, V, she’s not-“

Venom crawled through Eddie’s skin and suddenly Shannon is more full than she ever has been. She seizes up around his cock and feels like she’s going to burst.

She hears his chest rattle with another growl but she’d shut her eyes tight, focusing on keeping herself calm as her walls are stretched to capacity.

Shannon kept her eyes shut, unsure if she could handle seeing a dark monster above and inside her. She took a deep breath, “I’m trying Venom, please go slow!”

Venom resisted his urge to plunge into her. It wasn’t fair. She looked so happy taking Eddie, and all he wanted was a chance to make her that happy. To make her that blissful and wanton and slutty just like she’d been for him.

“I forget, you humans are so breakable.”

Venom moved his hips gently, his cock pumping as softly as he could manage, and still every time his hips moved towards Shannon her body seized up in pain. There was a part of him that enjoyed seeing her suffer. That wanted to make her cry and scream for him. But now was not that time.

Eddie was as desperate to have Shannon accept Venom as he was. He gave Venom a suggestion in his mind.

Venom agreed and picked up Shannon’s body and sat her on top of his lap. His legs rested beneath his hind quarters.

Venom took her hand and placed it on her lower stomach. She can feel the outline of his enormous cock on her stomach and she knew that it thrilled him. It felt almost frightening to think about how much she had stretched for him.

She gasped, “I-I can feel it. I can feel you, I–”

“Shh shh shh.”

The sound reassured her instantly. Venom held her close and supported her entire weight with his arms. She was not as small as she was when she was younger, but in his monstrous arms she weighs nothing.

His whisper sounded like a deep rattle, “Ride me.”

Shannon knew that this was an invitation to set the pace, she started out slow and worked her way up until she loosened up. Just enough that the stretching is no longer uncomfortable.

Venom drooled watching her. Her brows drawn together with focus, her hands dug into his shoulders to support herself, her skin sheened with sweat. His slick saliva dripping down his chest and hers, his white eyes watched her every move.

Venom smiled, “Such plump delicious flesh. You would make a tasty snack.”

Shannon felt a shiver of fear go up her spine. He wouldn’t be allowed to have her fear. Instead she spat back at him, “Not until you make me cum you pussy!”

Venom snarled at the challenge and threw Shannon onto her back.

“You’re lucky I like you little one. It will only hurt, a little.”

The time for gentleness was over. He plowed into her, he either ignored or was incited by her screams. He jackhammered his cock into her until her mind almost felt numb with overstimulation. Real tears were streaming down her face, her voice croaked from the effort. Her fingers dug into his arms.

A tendril wrapped around her mouth, silencing her. He leaned his enormous head down. Venom’s voice shook with excitement. His voice boomed, so loud and so wild she feared for her life.

“We’re just getting started little human. So much more of you to DEVOUR!”

Shannon shivered as she came vaginally around his cock, she screamed as she finished. Her walls pulsed around him, encouraging her partner to finish. Venom’s hands grasped her hips painfully against his. His cock was harder than ever, filled to burst. Venom punched the mattress beneath her, shredding it as he pumped her full of cum. It was hot and messy and she swore she could feel it crawling inside of her. Both of their bodies shook violently.

Venom recoils and Eddie is left, still cumming from his own cock as he pulls out of her. “You’re so fucking crazy I love it.”

Shannon felt the soreness settle on suddenly as her orgasm passed. All of that stretching did more damage than she thought and she was suddenly overcome with discomfort that dragged her pleasure down beneath its wave.

Shannon grunted, “Yeah that was pretty fucking crazy huh?”

Eddie gave Shannon space to sit up, he watched her face contort in pain and suddenly he’s concerned. Venom hadn’t been with a woman since Anne, and even then Anne was competitive even with herself. She would have never admitted that Venom could hurt her. Her pride was too great.

They didn’t know her the way they did Anne, their and Shannon’s first time together was impulsive and full of heady chemistry, but who knows how she felt now that the tension had been broken.

Eddie swallowed thickly, “Hey you uh, you doing alright there?”

Shannon winced as she touched her cunt, “Yes and no.”

Eddie sat cautiously next to her, looking at her face for reassurance, “To be honest I’m gettin’ a little concerned here. Was that the best sex you ever had or did we just massively fuck up?”

Shannon laughs abortively, “Best sex I’ve ever had no doubt, I’m just really really sore. I haven’t been stretched out like that since…ever.”

Eddie kissed Shannon, he stroked her face trying to comfort her, “You were such a champ, I can’t tell you how impressed I am.”

Shannon asked, “What about you, Venom?”

Venom’s head whipped around the side of Eddie, he nuzzles her face like a cat and she giggles.

“What about me?”

Shannon asks, “How was it for you?”

Venom laughs, “Would you care for me to show you how I feel?”

Shannon patted his head, “Later, I need to freshen up, and take a Tylenol. Maybe a shot of tequila if I’m being honest.”

Eddie nods, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you need.”

Eddie helped Shannon up, she went to the bathroom and rinsed off in the shower. She gently lapped the water into her cunt as she tried to cool down the sensitive nerves. She dried off and decided she doesn’t want anything else touching her lower half.

She moved slowly out of the bathroom and saw Eddie and Venom pouring whiskey into glasses. They’re talking to each other but she couldn’t make out any distinct phrases.

Shannon smiled weakly when their face landed on her, “I know you’re feeling ambitious boys but I think I’m tapped out for the night.”

Eddie looked concerned once more, “Here, take a drink, let’s sit down, no more funny business.”

Shannon said, “If this is going to become a regular thing I’m going to need to get some desensitizing gel or something. My cunt is wrecked.”

Venom snarks, “Oh yeah I bet it is.”

Eddie snapped, “Would you shut up genius? You almost broke her in half. Show some respect.”

Venom's tentacles slithered out and picked up Shannon and placed her on the couch. He slid a blanket onto her and placed the whiskey in her hand.

Shannon smiled, “Mmm thank you.”

The three of them decide to watch a movie but the both of them were asleep before it ended.

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Storm Trooper x OC Threesome

*Warning contains explicit Rape/Non-Con Elements Including; Breeding, Forced Impregnantion, Free Use, Sexual Torture*

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Darth Vader x OC Mature Smut Fanfic

Thank you all for all of the love on my first Darth Vader x OC Smut post! That was only a small portion of a fanfiction I wrote. There are 5 chapter published with more plot, more intrigue, and more to come for Vader and Arajess.

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Stormtrooper Threesome x OC Smut

TRIGGER WARNING EXPLICIT RAPE/NONCON!

Summary: Storm troopers invade Takka’s village. Two troopers corner her in her hut and take advantage of her, with no plans of stopping anytime soon.

Warnings: Rape, noncon, threesome, rough sex, forced blowjob, humiliation, unprotected sex, implied pregnancy

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There was a screeching cry from the heavens. The ships came down suddenly with unrestrained force. Their blasters decimated Takka’s village in a matter of minutes. Their huts were aflame, their livestock scattered into the hills. There were screams and the sounds of her fellow villagers running for cover. They were a small village, with a population under 200. The Empire in its size and scale didn’t need to destroy their homes, they did it because they could.

Takka hid, she knew that she would be caught if she ran. She slid underneath her raised bed and flattened herself as much as she could beneath the earth.

She heard Storm Troopers. Their voices are slightly robotic because of the crackle of their communicators. It made them sound all the more inhuman.

“Put down the weapon or we’ll open fire!“ One of them commands.

“Check the hut, look for any survivors.”

The sun was already due to set before they arrived, and by the time they made it to her hut, a deep orange glow backlit the helmet of the trooper who entered her home. It made him look all the more menacing. Darkening the front of his helmet.

With one hand he held a deadly blaster, with the other he tossed her home. Scattering precious items, pots and pans, and incomplete sewing projects to the floor. He stepped on things that took her weeks to make. She clenched her fists and bit her tongue to keep from crying out in outrage. It was just stuff, the only thing she couldn’t replace was her life.

“Whoever was here is long gone. Nothing of value inside to salvage.” He said, to what turned out to be a second trooper coming through the door.

“Damn shame, I wanted to see some action. Wait…what is…”

Suddenly they were still, the second trooper bent to the ground, and touched what was a scuff mark she made when her boot scraped against the ground. It got him curious, and before she knew it she was starting into the lifeless eyes of a Storm Trooper.

Her eyes, she was sure, betrayed her terror. She knew that if she fought, she would likely be killed in the struggle. If she ran, she would be caught. What could she do?

“Hello there.” Says the second trooper, “You picked a good spot, you almost got away from us, huh.” He spoke like she was an animal escaping its pen.

Takka didn’t move, she didn’t dare. She was frozen, her heartbeat inside of her throat.

“Are you gonna come out, or do we need to persuade you?” He asks.

Takka decides that coming out on her own would be better. She moves slowly and deliberately. Trying hard to keep her tears inside of her eyes. Her hands and feet were shaking so badly she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stand.

When she finally stood between them, she could feel just how vulnerable she was. Their armor looked more daunting and heavy than it did from a distance. These men must be quite strong to have to fight while wearing it. She imagined what they could do to her if she fought them.

“Are you alone?” The first trooper asks.

Takka says, “Yes.”

The Storm Troopers exchange a glance between one another with a knowing look that she couldn’t recognize.

“Do you know why we’re here?” The first one asks.

Takka shakes her head, “No.”

“We’re here to relocate your village south. We have no reason to hurt you unless you give us one, do you understand?”

Takka meekly says, “South…where? This is our home.”

“We’ll give you a few supplies to settle for the winter. Your land is needed to expand the Empire.” The second trooper explains, “However I’m not sure we have enough to go around. What can you offer us in exchange for our supplies?”

Takka knows exactly what they’re asking. She knows that this is a ruse for them to plunder and take what they want. Obey or die.

She had much more…experience than some of the other girls in the village, she had been with more than a few men, and she knew how to please them. She had done disgraceful things to survive before, this time would be no different. Get out of this alive, however she had to.

“I know what you want. I am young. I am willing. Do what you wish.” She says, trying her best to sound confident.

The Storm Troopers look between each other, and slowly, they place their weapons onto the counter far enough she won’t be able to reach. Not that she had any knowledge or courage to fire them.

One wrung his hands together like he had found the score of a lifetime, the other circled her, approaching her from behind. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

“I’ve never seen someone so eager to give herself up. I’m sure you’ve been waiting for this to happen,” The second trooper concludes.

“I don’t know, I think we’ll have to check how ‘willing’ she says she is. What do you think?” Asks the first trooper.

He pulls out a small knife and before she can scream, the second one comes up from behind her and clamps his hand over her mouth. His other arms wrap around her hips and press them into his own. She can feel his erection pressing through the fabric.

“Shh,” He whispers in her ear, “Stay still unless you want us to draw blood.”

She is rigid as a stone, the first trooper takes the knife and carefully cuts her clothes off. He is careful to avoid cutting her flesh as he ruins clothes that she had kept in good condition for years. She knew that once they were done with her they would have to march her into the village in nothing but a sheet.

As pieces of fabric fell, her body was revealed in fullness to them. Her hair was untrimmed and wild like any woman who lived off of the land. She was clean enough, but her body, as she knew, was more curvy and full in the ways that men often wanted.

“Now look at that, isn’t she a beauty?” Says the first trooper, putting his knife back in his belt.

Standing in front of her, he looks her up and down, taking in the sight of her. He abortively grabbed her breast with his gloved hand, massaging the flesh. She watched him as he pinched her nipple until she yelped. The second trooper let go of her mouth to let her speak, using his free hand to grasp her other breast, playing with her nipple.

“No milk, huh?” He asks.

Takka shakes her head, “No—I’ve never been with child.”

“What a shame.” He shakes his head.

The second trooper growls into her ear, “Oh we can help with that.”

His hand reaches down and cups her open cunt, he has no desire to prepare her for penetration and starts aggressively shoving the digit into her despite her dryness. She holds in her moans of discomfort but her eyes can’t hide the pain.

“Come on, it can’t be that bad, we’re only getting started.”

She starts to wince and whine as the fabric of his glove becomes more and more soaked with his juices. Eventually he decides to remove his gloves and toss them onto the ground. The first trooper takes the cup off of his armor and starts removing his cock from the fabric. It’s not the biggest she’s seen but isn’t the smallest. The skin is pulled taut and vascular as he is rock hard for her.

“Alright that’s enough, my turn.” Says the first trooper.

The second trooper places his hands on her shoulders and pushes her down onto her knees, they scrape against the floor painfully. She winces.

“Open up, and do a good job, this is all the lubrication you’ll get before it’s inside of you.” He warns.

She immediately gets to work, his cock tastes cleaner than some that she had in the village. These men were from another life, another world. They had hot food and showers every day. They lived a life of luxury compared to her, and still they wanted more. Always more.

She takes him in as deeply as she can, but her throat is not relaxed. He becomes frustrated with the lack of depth and places his hands on her head, shoving her face onto to cock until tears shine in her eyes. She is choking, coughing on his cock, she’s worried she’ll upturn the food she had that morning. She swallows it down, all of the fear, and gets to work. Her lips move up and down his length while he fucks the tip into her throat.

“Now that’s good, what a beautiful thing you are,” He praises.

The second trooper says, “Come on, we don’t have long. Let’s fill her up.”

She pulls herself out of his grasp. Now that it’s coming down to it, her fear returns.

“Please, you may fill my other hole, but I cannot get pregnant. My child would have no father!” She begs.

The second trooper takes his ungloved hand and backhands her across the cheek. It stings and burns, more tears flowing down her face. Her shaking hand holds the skin, it’s hot and wet.

The second trooper bends down, “You don’t understand, do you?”

The first trooper grabs her by her hair, and when she screams she receives another slap. Her body is becoming languid, her mind foggy from the assault on her senses. She is moved into the bed. Her belly lay against the mattress and her ass raised to present to them.

The first trooper approached behind her and lined up his cock with her entrance. The second trooper sat on his haunches while he spoke into her ear.

“We are not leaving. Our squadron is going to base here, on your planet, while we turn this forest into something useful. We’ll be here for months, maybe years. We’ll place a tracker on you if we have to.”

The first trooper nudges his head into her entrance, and moans loudly as he sheathes himself in her. He starts out at a slow pace.

“Oh Maker, this one is tight,” Says the first, “Keep talking to her.”

The second trooper laughs in a way that makes her heart drop. Her whole body is rocking from being taken from behind, and the second watches her face as it contorts with fear.

“Your children will have a father, two of them. We’ll fill you up as many times as we have to. We have plenty of time.”

Tears flowed from her eyes. Hey skin is burning, this nightmare will never end. She’ll be their free use toy for all of her days.

“Why?!” She cries out.

The first answered this time, “We're bored, and you’re disposable. No one can stop us, and no one will care.”

His own words seemed to have triggered his orgasm, he burst inside of her loudly, and his whole body shivers as he grips her hips and pushes his seed as close to her cervix as he can.

“Now it’s my turn,” The second pats her head and gets up to switch places.

He turns her over onto her back. She is so weak, her body and mind broken down until there is no resistance left. The seed of the first starts to pool onto the mattress and he says, “Ah, ah, ah, put a pillow under her. She’s leaking.”

“Just stuff it back into her,” the first says.

“With pleasure,” The second slid into her, her hole soaking wet and already past full. He is much wider than the first but a stronger curve, it hits a sweet spot inside of her and she is filled with shame. Her tears blind her as she can’t help but cry out.

“Why are you crying, beautiful girl, you should be grateful.” He says. When she continues crying, he says, “Do you want me to hit you again?”

She whimpers, “No.” And wipes the tears from her eyes while he pounds into her.

“Then tell us ‘thank you’.”

The first occupies himself with her breasts. From a kneeling position he plucks and pulls at her nipples.

She starts crying more loudly from overstimulation, “Aah, thank you!”

The second speeds up, holding her thighs against his waist. He is stronger than the first, more determined.

His voice becomes deep and primal, “Tell me to cum inside.”

She almost cries out again, but she gasps when the first removes his helmet enough to latch his mouth around her nipple. His mouth is warm, his face clean shaven. He forms a perfect suction around her areola and sucks and licks lovingly. Her nipples have always been sensitive and the sensation is so pleasant she feels butterflies in her stomach.

The second pinched her other nipple painfully and repeated, “Tell me or I’ll continue to hurt you!”

“Fill me up please!“ She screams out between tears. She was sure the whole village heard her, but she couldn’t disguise her pain any longer.

Her mind and her body are so disconnected that by the time the second one finishes she is stuck in a trance. Her mind is foggy and tired and humiliated. Her cunt is on fire, her lower half soaked with the seed of these two men. The two of them right themselves, dressed up again as if this never happened. They look upon her, at their good work. She barely noticed when the first trooper pulled something out from his belt, a small round pill.

He told her, “Open up.”

She clamped her mouth shut and threw her hands on top, unwilling to take whatever they wanted to give her. The second easily wrenched her hands away from her mouth and the first shoved the pill down her throat.

“What,” She coughs, “What was that?”

The second, still grasping her struggling wrists, says, “It is a guarantee that we didn’t waste our time.”

The second turns towards the first, “You go out and help with the round up, I’ll make sure this one doesn’t run away.”

“Got it.” He turns around and leaves as quickly as he came.

The second turns back to Takka and says, “Rest now. The fight is over.”

He lets go of her wrists and she lowers them down to cover her breasts. He moves them to her sides, he doesn’t want to be deprived of the view. Her body ached, salty tears streamed down her face, her hole was full and throbbing. All of her suffering out in the open for all to see.

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Rick Sanchez x OC AMAB Smut

Summary: One of Rick’s partners is looking for something in his garage. Rick finds him and is NOT happy.

Warnings: CNC, impact, humiliation, unprotected sex, anal sex, fingering, implied D/s dynamic

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He didn’t have much time. Zach rummaged through the Smith’s garage, looking for something he had left the last time he and Rick…

He turned over a few boxes, rummaging for the photos that Rick had taken of him. He didn’t want any of the Smiths finding them. They were Polaroids, taken by Rick of him in ‘compromising’ positions. Some were more graphic than others. At the time he trusted Rick to take them. Now in the light of day he was terrified of anyone finding them. These weren’t digital inside of a hidden folder in a phone with a passcode. These were physical photos. As incriminating as it gets.

He found nothing. And the more he looked the more anxious he became. There was nothing he could do except persevere. He was starting to get sloppy, making too much noise.

“And what-what the fuck do you-are you doing?”

His stomach dropped. His insides were ice. He let go of the random blinking gadget that he was holding. He looked to his right, the garage door was closed. And to his left stood the slightly drunk, lab coat wearing man that he had less than delighted to see.

“I uh, left something here.” Zach stammered.

Rick raised his unibrow, “Oh you uh, ‘left something here’ did you? Well if that’s the case then why didn’t you-you you just send me a text. I thought that we had communicated that way pretty easily until now.”

Rick moved closer to him and Zach moved slightly further away.

“What’re you, afraid of me now?” He mocked.

“No, just, let me explain-“

Rick used one of his inspector gadget arms to reach out and grab his wrist. Instead of being pulled towards Rick, he was pulled towards the ground. His shoulder hit the pavement. He moaned but quickly recovered when he realized a decently pissed off Rick was hovering above him.

“Hey-you know I thought we had a good time, but-but I guess you don’t ever wanna be fucked by this big cock again huh?”

Rick grabbed him own crotch, teasing him.

Zach started to panic even more, “No, no, please! We did, I loved it, it’s the photos! I was scared that Morty or Summer.”

Rick laughs uproariously, enough that it makes him even more anxious. “Do you think I’m that fucking stupid?! That-that I would keep pictures of me fucking your ass in some box in the garage. No-nah uh you’re not getting those back, I’ve got them tucked away niiiiice and safe. Don’t you worry.”

Rick squatted down next to him, resting on his haunches. His hand was large, bony, and surprisingly strong. That hand was pulling Zach’s hair hard enough to make him moan. His scalp burned, Rick held nothing back.

“Who-who the fuck do you think I am? Who do you think you’re-fucking with?”

Rick picked Zach up by his hair and dragged him to the workbench, slamming his body down on the hard surface. Zach wriggled and tried to get his bearings but Rick had slammed his hips against his ass. His legs were still dangling over the edge, trying to scrape the ground. When Rick noticed this he used his own legs to pin his to the side. Tears started to flow.

Rick leans down, “Come on-don’t don’t pretend you don’t want it.”

Rick removes his hand from his hair and holds the back of his neck, scruffing him like a cat. His whole body was shivering, shaking. Couldn’t hold still but was unable to move.

Rick leaned his long body even further down and licked the shell of his ear. Zach reacted, how would he not? A high pitched moan escaped his throat.

“Now that’s what I want to hear.”

“Rick I—“

Rick pulled on his scruff and he cried out in pain. His head was slammed down on the metal table, his ears were ringing. Rick spoke softly, closely and precisely in his ear. No stutter this time.

“No talking, tap the table once for yes, twice for no. Make sure I hear it.”

Zach was about to nod, but with his neck being held by Rick he had no choice but to listen. He tapped on the table once.

“Good. You fucked-fucked with my stuff. This is my kingdom you little fuck. You don’t fuck with a man’s kingdom. I’m-I’m gonna fuck your ass, and you’re going to stay here until I feel like letting you out.”

Zach tapped the table once. His chance to get out of his painlessly was passing. His own hard cock beneath his jeans didn’t lie. He wanted this. He wanted Rick to fuck him like this, angry and insulted and indignant.

Rick said, “That’s what I thought you-you little cock sleeve.”

Rick let go of his neck, and used his free hands to pull down Zach’s trousers. They were dangling around his ankles, his ass exposed. The cold air made his skin prickle. His shivering became more violent. His heart was beating so quickly, his fear and lust mixing together in his body and his mind.

Rick smacked his ass hard, he could feel every bit of his palm and fingers striking the skin, it would hurt, and likely leave a hand shaped bruise tomorrow. But he didn’t stop at one strike. He kept hitting him, each cheek, laughing as he did. Zach’s legs started to give out, he couldn��t hold on anymore. His tears were slick and dripping onto the metal table. Feebly he tapped twice, and Rick relented immediately.

He patted the skin of his ass and rubbed, “There we go. That’s what you get for being an arrogant little fuck.”

Rick wasted no time and took his thumb, and started rubbing on Zach’s little pink hole. He rubbed expertly in circles, stimulating him gently. He could hear Rick using his other hand to fiddle with something in his pocket. He heard the sound of a small bottle uncapping.

He jolted when what had to be lube was being poured onto his hole while Rick rubbed it in. Rick's finger slid in easily. He pumped it in and out until his ass had been loosened. A thumb was soon replaced with two fingers. And the time for gentleness was suddenly over.

Rick yelled, “Get your fucking-fucking leg up on the table baby. Spread out for me now!”

Zach stumbled slightly as he tried to hook his left leg over the table. He heard Rick mutter, “Stupid fucker…”

The insult hurt in the moment more than he thought and he let out a whimper. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of being given what Rick allowed him.

“Awe did I hurt your feelings?” He mocked. Zach tapped once and he snickered. His fingers started going deeper, and faster. His robotic arm had the benefit of having superhuman endurance and speed. He could do this all day, maybe he would.

Rick ripped his fingers out just as Zach had become used to the sensation. He cried out, but was quickly stuffed with more lube and a gigantic cock. He couldn’t hold back his screams. Full screams, coming from deep inside of him, his humiliation and shame all pouring out at once. Screams turned to sobs as Rick continued pounding into him. Rick held his hips, pulling them back forth, slamming into him full hilt until he was sure he’d never feel anything more intense the rest of his life.

“Yeah-yeah that’s what you fucking get!”

Rick suddenly shivered, Zach could feel the man’s muscles tense behind him. Rick held him still, his cock growing so hard in his ass that he felt there would be no room left. He was stretched to capacity. The ring of his hole was burning. Rick climatically finished inside of him. He would feel every pulse, every pump of his seed into his hole.

Rick stumbled slightly as he pulled out. Not all the way, just slightly. He heard banging and clattering, and then the click of a shutter. Rick had taken another picture.

“Oh yeah that’s-that’ll be a good one.”

Rick pulled out gently, trying his best not to pull himself out too quickly. The hands that had hurt him were suddenly gentle.

Rick leaned down, “Hey, lean back with me, we’re going on the ground.”

Zach’s body was made of lead and jelly. He was an infant again, he’s lost motor function. Rick had to do a lot of the heavy lifting. He picked him up easily and lowered them both onto the ground. Rick sat and let Zach lean back onto him.

Rick leaned down and gingerly kissed and patted his forehead, all of the caring and sympathy pouring through his touch.

“That was the hottest one yet.” Rick said, smiling.

“Yeah-it-it felt real.” Zach said.

“It was a little. I was pissed off. Are-are you okay?”

Zach nodded, “Yeah, can I have those photos back though?”

Rick mumbled, “I’ll think about it. We can-I’ll be taking a few more today.”

Zach smiled blissfully and leaned into his touch, he hoped they weren’t done yet.

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Hi! I was wondering if you were still taking requests, if you could do Rick Sanchez x Reader, with CNC? I'm not sure if you write for male readers, so I was also wondering if you could maybe make the reader pronouns gender neutral? (Female anatomy is fine, though, if you're more comfortable with that!) Thank you, I hope you're having a good day!!

Thank you anon for the kind ask. I’ve already started. ;)

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Part 2

Mandalorian x OC AFAB Smut

Summary: The Mandalorian loses his patience with a woman he has wanted for ages.

Warnings: Religious temptation, unprotected sex, sensory deprivation, gentleDom! Mando

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Mando rises to the challenge and takes her whole body in his arms and throws her over his shoulder. It only provokes her annoyance with him and in response she starts pounding on his back.

“Put me down!”

Mando pays her no mind and takes her to her cot, a large mattress filled with duck feathers that was spread on the floor. He hoists her body back over his shoulder and tosses her onto the mattress. His body towers over her and she can see his erection pressing against his crotch plate. He kneels down, hovering over her body.

“You used to be a good listener.” He teases.

She blushed. He made her wait for months and after all this time he was playing with her.

“Then make me listen, earn it!” She spat.

Mando’s hand shot out and slammed her chest back onto the mattress with such force it knocked the wind from her. His display of precision and strength had tamped down her temper quickly.

“I could hurt you, easily. So I want you to listen carefully.” His voice had a controlled timber.

Zara nods.

Mando leans down with incredible slowness until his helmet hovers over her face. It shines with such a pristine glow that she nearly feels blinded by it.

“You will not be permitted to see.”

Zara nods again.

Mando takes a piece of fabric from her tunic and pulls it through the loops. He holds it up to her face.

“Tie it tightly, make sure no light can be seen through it.”

She can tell how deadly serious he is and does as he asks. She closes her eyes tightly even behind the band. She wants to honor his request out of respect, and the limitations of her senses will be thrilling. She can’t pretend she hasn’t thought about herself in this position before.

His voice is by her ear again, “You will not initiate any movements. If we are going to do this, I will set the pace and expectation. Do you understand?”

Zara says, “Yes!” A little too eagerly.

She hears what must be a stifled chuckle from Mando.

She lays flat against the mattress with her face towards the sky. With her sight deprived from her, she could only rely on her hearing and touch. She could hear fabric rustling and landing on the floor. But there was no clang of metal against the floor so likely he had kept his helmet on. She could not imagine him taking it off anything much less this.

She felt the tug of fabric as he disrobed her. The only movements she made were to help him remove clothing that was tied or tucked. The cold air slithered into her bones and the only thing keeping her from shivering was knowing that Mando was seeing her body out in the open.

When real fingertips, not gloved hands, touched her flesh she was overwhelmed. His fingertips were rough, his nails short. That was all she could make out.

He took his time pressing his fingers into her. He explored her shoulders first. Pressing on the muscles, gliding his fingers with enough pressure to light up her senses. His fingers moved across her shoulders, her arms, her hands, before moving to her torso, her belly, and finally her breasts. Her nipples were hard and taut from the cold. He barely squeezed them, rolling the buds between his fingers. He played with them and watched her try to hold her body. He took a fingertip and rubbed the bud around until Zara was twitching and writhing beneath him. Her chest started to heave as her breaths became more shallow. He took this moment while she was properly stimulated so lower his hand to her lips.

“Tell me how I feel.” He said as he pressed his middle finger into her clit. Her entire body jolted when he rubbed her clit in a circular motion.

“Aah!” Zara gasped, “You feel aah-“

“I’d like for you to finish that thought.” He chided as he burrowed a finger inside of her.

“You make me feel crazy!“ She admitted.

“Do I?”

He started pumping a finger in and out of her at a slow pace. He added another finger and increased the depth.

She could barely restrain her hips from grinding against his fingers while they moved in and out of her.

Just as her walls adjusted around the length and girth of his fingers, she felt them stop. As a whine escaped her throat she heard,

“Be patient.”

She took a deep breath and slowed down her beating heart while he pressed his cock against her entrance.

“You will take no other after you’ve taken me.”

Zara wonders if she misheard him. Her mind attempts to understand.

“What?”

Mandos voice is so close he’s practically face to face.

“You will take no other if you take me.”

“I don’t—“

“Then you don’t want it enough.” Mando concludes.

Her heart drops as the warmth felt near her entrance disappeared.

“No no please! Only you, only you!” She promises desperately.

Mando surges forward and buried himself within her. His length is substantial and it would easily cause her pain if he wasn’t restraining himself.

The mattress creaks beneath them, Zara holds on to it and Mando rocks her back and forth with his cock. She had never heard him pant or gasp before. But beneath his helmet he made such noise that she could actually believe there was a man behind that armor.

“You have done—well.” His voice was shaky.

Mandos' hands wrap around her thighs and press them up against her chest. He leans his weight into them and drives himself into her even further.

At this angle the fabric from his armor rubs against her clit, and within a few moments she is cumming. Hard and brightly and with a traveling warmth beneath her skin. He stilled once he realized she was reaching her peak.

“That is beautiful,” He mused, his hard length still pulsing even though he had stilled his hips. He places a hand on her cheek and she leaned into it. The texture of his skin was rough but she found it comforting all the same.

Surprisingly he pulled out of her. His cock still hard, but she heard him tuck it back beneath his armor.

Zara panicked. What happened?

“What’s-what’s wrong?”

She hears a subtle laugh beneath his helmet.

“Nothing,” he assures her, “I can spare another evening here. So you’ll need your rest.”