#He wished she'd smacked him had screamed at him But she had let him rage. And had walked out into the snow barefoot

[acourtofquestions]

Boots crunched in hay, and then he was knee to knee before her.

Aedion.

There was nothing kind on his face. No pity or warmth.

For a long minute, they only stared at each other.

Then the prince growled softly, "Your plan was bullshit."

She said nothing, and couldn't stop her shoulders from curving inward.

"Your plan was bullshit," he breathed, his eyes sparking. "How could you ever be her, wear her skin, and think to get away with it? How could you ever think you'd get around the fact that our armies are counting on you to burn the enemy to ashes, and all you can do is run away and emerge as some beast instead?"

"You don't get to pin this retreat on me," she rasped. The first words she'd spoken in days and days.

"You agreed to let Aelin go to her death, and leave us here to be slashed to bloody ribbons. You two told no one of this plan, told none of us who might have explained the realities of this war, and that we would need a gods-damned Fire-Bringer and not an untrained, useless shape-shifter against Morath."

Blow after blow, the words landed upon her weary heart. "We—"

"If you were so willing to let Aelin die, then you should have let her do it after she incinerated Erawan's hordes!"

"It would not have stopped Maeve from capturing her."

"If you'd told us, we might have planned differently, acted differently, and we would not be here, damn you!"

She stared at the muddy hay. "Throw me out of your army, then."

"You ruined everything." His words were colder than the wind outside. "You, and her."

Lysandra closed her eyes.

Hay rustled, and she knew he'd risen to his feet, knew it as his words speared from above her bowed head. "Get out of my tent."

She wasn't certain she could move enough to obey, though she wished to. Needed to. Fight back. She should fight back. Rage at him as he lashed at her, needing an outlet for his fear and despair.

Lysandra opened her eyes, peering up at him. At the rage on his face, the hatred She managed to stand, her body bleating in pain. Managed to look him in the eye, even as Aedion said again with quiet cold, "Get out."

Barefoot in the snow, naked beneath her cloak. Aedion glanced at her bare legs, as if realizing it. And not caring.

So Lysandra nodded, clutching Ansel's cloak tighter, and strode into the frigid night.

"Where is she?" Ren asked, a mug of what smelled like watery soup in one hand, a chunk of bread in the other. The lord scanned the tent as if he would find her under the cot, the hay.

Aedion stared at the precious few logs burning in the brazier, and said nothing.

"What have you done?" Ren breathed.

Everything was about to end. Had been doomed since Maeve had stolen Aelin. Since his queen and the shifter had struck their agreement.

So it didn't matter, what he'd said. He hadn't cared if it wasn't fair, wasn't true.

Didn't care if he was so tired he couldn't muster shame at his pinning on her the blame for the sure defeat they'd face in a matter of days before Perranth's walls.

He wished she'd smacked him, had screamed at him. But she had let him rage. And had walked out into the snow, barefoot.

He'd promised to save Terrasen, to hold the lines. Had done so for years. And yet this test against Morath, when it had counted ... he had failed.

He’d muster the strength to fight again. To rally his men. He just ... he needed to sleep.

Aedion didn't notice when Ren left, undoubtedly in search of the shifter with who he was so damned enamored.

He should summon his Bane commanders. See how they thought to manage this disaster.

But he couldn't. Could do nothing but stare into that fire as the long night passed.

[whorefordaemon]

Requests open?!! 😃

How about Daemon reacting to reader lover/wife/etc flirting with guys and girls in front of him on purpose 😈

Hey anon! My first ever request! Hope you like it! I added a few extra details to make it more smutty and well, more Targaryen lol

"Give me your babe."

Daemon watched, eyes glaring as he stared at his sister wife who was dancing with some Lord from some where.

Daemon and her had had a fight last night, about the one thing they always fought on. She wanted a babe. And Daemon didn't want to risk losing her.

He had been there. Watched as life slowly left his bold and fierce mother, the Princess Alyssa, day by day after the birth of his sister. He had watched his grandmother howl and scream in the night, mourning her dead babes. He watches every year or so, as his cousin Aemma is killed little by little with every dead babe she brings forth and no son.

Can't she see? How desperately he wishes to spare her of such a fate?

What would he do if she was gone?

But his wife, stubborn as she was, refused to listen.

He had been on top of her, inside her when she locked her legs around him and refused to let him pull out early. The hot and tightness of her cunt was too alluring and Daemon hadn't been able to successfully separate himself from her before he was shooting all of his seed deep into her.

He had stared at her, eyes wide and breathless as she giggled. "How long do you think you can stay away from me, brother? How long before you're back here, inside me, railing me to our bed? I promise, I will have your seed in me soon enough."

He had raged at her, tried to shake some sense into her but she had refused to listen. 

She had wanted a babe. And there was no stopping her. He had always given in to her demands before. He had spoiled her, he knew.

So he had taken to ignoring her. Refusing to fuck his beautiful little sister wife unless she promised to behave. It had only been a day and he was already going crazy.

She had only shown him her tongue before walking away, promising she'd have his cock back in her cunt by that very night.

And so far, she was doing a fantastic job riling him up. She had dressed all pretty, in a long black dress with sleeves designed to look like dragon scales and a back that was open for all to see. He imagined tearing down her dress and fucking her from behind, seeing way more than just her back.

Her hair was left open and he imagined pulling her by her hair whilst fucking and holding her in place as she ran her tongue down his cock.

He imagined giving a few smacks on her arse as she rightfully deserved for forcing his hand like this.

He was distracted the whole feast, unable to forget his raging hard on as he drank in the sight of her.

She turned to look at him once the dance was over, a smirk identical to his, as she laughed at whatever it was that the Lord had spoken.

It was a fake laugh and Daemon smirked, there was nobody who could've hoped to have had his wife's interest the way he had. But they could try, he mused.

He hoped for her sake she would put a stop to this charade though. Before he lost his cool. But alas, his sister was proving herself to be very foolish.

He watched, hands clenched into a fist as the Lord placed a kiss on her hand and she smiled. Did this sod have a death wish?!

He got up abruptly, the eyes of everyone as always on him, and made his way over to his wife.

He put his hand on the Lord's shoulder, a huge smile on his face as he greeted him. His grip tightened and his smile widened as he noticed how nervous the Lord became, moving away from his wife.

His. His. His.

"Lord, may I have my sister back? I haven't had the pleasure of her company all evening." He reminded the man and watched as he squirmed at the remainder that his wife was also his sister. Their queer customs never failed to make these Andal Lords uncomfortable. And he loved making them feel uncomfortable.

"Sure my prince." He stuttered before moving away.

Daemon watched him run, his tail tucked between his legs. He stared at everyone in the room, daring them to come between his wife and himself.

He turned to finally face her. His beautiful sister. A sinister smirk on his face which she replied with a soft, sweet smile on her face. "Brother." She whispered.

He pulled her into a dance, running his hands down her body. She stared up at him. For them, no one else existed in the great hall.

""I've missed you, brother." She confessed, looking him in the eye.

"It's barely been one whole day." He told her.

"So? Usually you would have filled me with your cock atleast twice by now, before the day was out." She told him in Valyrian, shameless with her words. Her eyes showed her desire for him. He knew his eyes held the same look.

"Usually, you'd be much more well behaved."

"I want your babe brother. A beautiful, pure Valyrian babe who may one day rule all of the seven kingdoms." She told him.

"Birthing is no easy task." He warned her, a pleading look came over him.

"I'm a dragon and a woman brother. I was born with the strength of a dragon and my body was made to bear children. Your children. I won't let you deprive me of my destiny." She told him, sounding more like him than ever before. So sure and so full of life.

Daemon smiled. "Children? How many do you plan to give me?"

She smiled, a soft laugh breaking their tension. Yes, their fight was over. He had lost before he could even begin to fight.

"A dozen. At the very least."

She grabbed his hands and began to pull him out of the hall and towards their chambers. "And me thinks the earlier we start, the better."

He laughed before pushing her against a wall in a dark corridor. He caged her inbetween his arms, their noses touching as her breathing got heavier. "The chambers are too far away. I say, let's make a babe right here." He whispered in her ears.

She stared up at him, eyes so full of lust and hope, Daemon felt his breeches tighten further. He turned her around, pushing her against the wall before his hands went under her dress. He let his fingers travel under her gown, tracing her legs up until he reached her cunt, which was wet and throbbing. "Hmm, no undergarments, my filthy whore!" He accused her. The vile words only making her more aroused.

"All yours brother." Her breathing hitched, a loud moan escaping her throat.

He rubbed at her wetness, brushing his fingers against her pearl and laughing as she squirmed and shook in his arms. Her head thrown back into his shoulders as she moaned.

He gathered her wetness before poking at her entrance. Sliding one finger in and pulling out slowly. Repeating this gesture a few more times and slowly adding more fingers until he had three stuffed inside of her.

He pulled them in and out of her furiously and the wet noises reverberated in the empty corridors. Daemon was sure anyone walking by would be able to guess what they were doing. He couldn't wait to hear the noises they made when it was his cock inside of her.

It wasn't long before she was tensing up, her cunt tightening around his fingers as she came.

"Fucccckkkk" she whined.

He pulled his hand out of her cunt, pulling at his breeches and freed his cock. It was aching painfully. He used her wetness to stroke his cock slowly before once again grabbing her dress, pulling it up so he had free access to her cunt.

He lined up, rubbing his cock at her little pearl and watched as she shook lightly.

He chuckled. "So eager, dear sister."

"I am! I want your seed. I want your babe! I want your cock! Please brother, give it to me please." She whined, moving her ass backward, trying to push his cock into her cunt.

He laughed harder, "patience.." he whispered before suddenly, without warning, he rammed his entire length inside her.

She screamed, Daemon bringing his hand to her mouth to prevent her from screaming too loud as she came all over his cock, her cunt tightening so much Daemon hissed, unable to pull his cock back out.

"Shhh...sister. Do you wish to alert everyone else to our sinful behaviour?"

She didn't reply, too lost in her pleasure. Her whole body shook as wave after wave of pleasure passed over her.

Daemon stayed inside her as she calmed down before slowly pulling out. Then back in. And out. And in again. And out. In. Out. In. Out. Until he was thrusting balls deep inside her in quick, rough thrusts that made her breasts shake, even within the tight confines of her dress.

"Ah! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me! Give it to me love. Harder, harder please harder." She whimpered, pulling him closer by turning her face and kissing him full on the mouth.

Daemon had to hold her tightly to the wall so as to maintain his jackhammer pace.

The two kissed, biting at each other's lips and promising to love each other always.

Daemon held onto her hips, eyes on her arse as it slapped against his thighs, making all the more obscene and wet noises. He loved it.

"AH!" She screamed as she came a third time within the span of an hour. Her legs felt dead and she was sure she'd have fallen if Daemon hadn't been holding her up, still chasing his pleasure from her body.

She tensed, anticipation building as she dreamt of a silver haired, purple eyed babe.

She wanted his seed so bad. So, so bad!

Daemon grunted and growled and his hands moved from her hips to her waist. He pulled her off the wall and flush against himself as he thrust in one last time.

Hot cream filled her up as he came inside her. It hit her inner walls and she felt it as it shot all the way up into her womb.

Both husband and wife. Brother and sister moaned as they together came down from their high. They held onto each other, refusing to be parted after having such a intimate coupling together.

She sighed happily, laying her head against his broad shoulder and he hid his face in her neck. She knew. Just knew that they had made a babe tonight. She had, as always, gotten what she wanted. She really was spoiled!

[liaragaming]

A Reunion

Solas & Lavellen reunite in Veilguard - because I have feels god dammit and they need to be written out.

Angst.

Rating: Teen & Up.

When they tell her they've found him and he wants to talk, she almost doesn't go. He has no idea the hell she's been through - how many years she's hoped, and searched, and waited, only to come up with nothing time and time again.

She'd seen him in dreams so often, never knowing if it was really him or just her imagination. He doesn't know how she'd wake in tears, wishing she could go to him. How she'd grown to resent those dreams and the pain they put her through. Until one dream when she screamed all of her rage at him and told him she never wanted to see his face again. He'd vanished to mist like always, but she never had those dreams again. He doesn't know how much she'd hated herself for losing her only connection to him.

She's tried to move on, like all her friends had told her to. And sometimes she thought she’d succeeded - only to have some seemingly insignificant detail send her spiraling. He'd poisoned every potential new love that might have turned into something if only she could have stopped seeing him in their kind eyes and gentle caresses.

She was tired of hurting. What was the point of longing and striving for someone who wasn't doing the same for you?

She doesn't want to see him again and listen to whatever rehearsed apology - or gods know whatever he actually wants to see her for.

But she has to, she realizes. Ten years and the wound never seemed to fade. If she wants to heal... what choice does she have?

So she goes... and seeing him again is like being trampled by a bronto.

Everything they'd had. Everything they'd shared. Every dream, every kiss, every hope and touch and gentle whisper... All of it comes back to her all at once, and she gasps under the weight of it.

He looks at her with his sad eyes, dejected and regretful. She's seen that look dozens of times, and it no longer makes her want to hold him. Instead, it makes her blood boil.

She wants to smack it off his face.

"Vhenan."

The word rattles her, rippling through her like an electric shock. How dare he. How dare he use that word like they were still lovers - like what had been between them hadn't burned and died by his own arrogance.

"Don't," she says.

He flinches like he hadn't expected the venom in her voice.

"You don't get to call me that."

He closes his eyes, takes a breath, and nods. "My apologies, Inquisitor."

How can he act so calm? How can he stand there and act like seeing her again is nothing when her insides are tearing themselves apart?

Rook speaks. She'd forgotten they were still here. "I'll give you two a moment."

They leave, and Lavellen nearly goes after them. She doesn't need this. She's felt this pain over and over again. Why does she keep subjecting herself to it?

But she remembers she has to. She came here for closure, and she won't get it by walking away. "Just say whatever you brought me here to say."

He opens his mouth to speak but no words come. She watches as every intention dies from his eyes.

There are no words, she realizes. There is nothing he can say to ease the pain she's in, let alone all she's suffered. He called her here, but anything he might say or do would fall hopelessly short. He has nothing for her. Just the two of them, staring at each other in this room with everything hanging between them.

She turns her face away, fighting back the tears threatening to overwhelm her. "You're such a fucking asshole."

His lips part, perhaps to offer some defense or apology. But he falters again.

She turns to him, hot tears burning her eyes. "How could you? How could you?"

Even she isn't sure what she's asking. She could be demanding anything and everything. And she probably is.

He stares at her with those sad eyes. She hates that he won't react. That even in this, he has nothing to give her.

She strides toward him and hits her first against his shoulder. "You're such - an asshole - you - you!"

She hits him again and again, tears falling from her eyes. "How could you? How could you do this?"

At last, his hands take her wrists. She struggles until the tears overwhelm her, and she breaks into sobs. She falls to her knees, and he falls with her.

Moisture falls into her hair. "I'm sorry," he says. His voice is watery. "I'm so sorry."

She clings to him, grasping at him like maybe the pain will die if she just holds tight enough. He does the same, his sobs shaking her as much as her own.

She doesn't know how long they hold each other, their tears mingling on their skin. But for the first time in forever, she begins to feel like she hasn't carried all this pain alone.

[wxlfbites]

• The Unexpected Imprint •

[ Paul Lahote x Bella Swan fanfiction・PG-13・Paul POV ]

Isabella Swans' whirlwind romance with the vampire, Edward Cullen, has come to an end when he and his clan leave Forks, Washington after a birthday party gone wrong. Months of depression are quelled by the presence of Jacob Black, but he doesn't fall in love with her... Paul does.

Chapter One: The Fight

Sam led the way to Jacob's house through the woods, his expression one of annoyance. It was 3 o'clock and this kid was still sleeping, didn't he know we had leeches to kill? Sam was pissed. We broke through the trees and I could see the Black house in the distance, something in the air seemed off, a scent I recognized but which was unnatural to the house. As we got closer, a figure exploded from the back door, a flurry of brown hair sprinting toward us. Bella Swan, the leech-lover. What the fuck was she doing here? She closed the distance between us in seconds.

"What did you do to him?! What did you do?!" she screamed at us, getting too close to Sam for my comfort. What a brave girl, she had no idea who, and what, she was dealing with. Then again, she willingly hung around bloodsuckers. Her hair fell wildly around her face, her eyes blazing with a rage I've only ever seen reflected back at me through the packs hivemind. It was actually kind of adorable.

"What did we do? Huh? What did he tell you?" I couldn't help but smirk. "He didn't tell me anything because he's scared of you!" she spat back, and at that I could hear Embry and Jared echoing my chuckle behind me. Scared of us? If she only knew! She'd never understand how deeply bound we all were to each other, if he was scared if any of us, he couldn't hide it from us. It was in that moment that I felt the dull sting of her hand on my face, the sting becoming a burn and the burn becoming an inferno that engulfed my entire body. She had smacked me. Of course, she couldn't have possibly imagined what the consequences would be, she thought she was hitting a normal human. But it triggered something in me and it took only seconds for the rage of it to consume me. I could hear Sam faintly, like he was far away, "Bella, get back! Paul, calm down." Jared's words sounded like he was underwater, "Too late now."

And then my body was flung forward by the force of the transformation. The sensation was familiar now, it didn't bother me much anymore, the burning subsided once my skin became fur, but the sound of my flesh and clothes ripping apart still rung in my ears even after I had fully phased. I shook my fur out and took a step toward the girl who dared hit me, my lips curling back into a loud snarl. She took a step back, the anger on her face replaced by fear. I felt no sympathy at all. Don't poke the wolf or whatever it is they say. The sound of Jacob calling her name from the back porch seemed to rouse her from her near frozen state, because she turned and started running back toward the house, yelling for him to run too. He ran, that's for sure, but straight at me, and I could sense his transformation coming. He nearly smashed right into Bella before leaping over her and phasing on the fly.

"Enough!" I could hear his thoughts now. "You will not hurt her!"

"She smacked me in the face!" I thought back. "You expect me to let that go?"

"I don't care what she did! Back off!" He snarled and launched himself at me.

My teeth met the fur and flesh of his throat as his body slammed into mine. Why was he making me do this? I didn't want to fight my own brother. I wished I could tell him that, but all thoughts became a jumbled mess and neither of us could find a coherent sentence in the others mind. We threw ourselves into each other over and over again, snapping jaws and growling like it was the only thing we could do. I barely noticed when we took the fight into the woods, my wolf mind focused on getting Jacob under control. It felt like forever before I could find a broken thought in his mind, "Stop ... fighting ... not going to hurt her ... she knows now ... no point", but when I pieced together what he was trying to say, I knew he was right. Bella had seen both of us phase. There was no secret now. I had inadvertently broken Sam's order.

"Are you guys finished?" Sam's human voice broke through the calming growls. I pulled myself off of Jacob with a huff, nodding at Sam in reply. Jacob whined a little. "Good. Bella's back at Emily's place. I'm heading there now, feel free to join us, as humans" He looked highly disappointed in both of us. We deserved it. He shook his head and headed back to the west. I watched him until the trees swallowed him and then I turned to look at Jacob.

"Truce?" I thought.

"Truce." He thought.

We phased back into our human forms and made our way to Emily's to meet up with everyone else, joking about how ridiculous the whole fight was.

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I could smell the fresh muffins from the edge of the woods. Emily never failed to have some delicious thing or another waiting for us, even when she wasn't expecting company. She was the mother of wolves. She took care of us like it was her life's purpose, and she enjoyed every moment of it. Sam really lucked out on that one. The whole Quiluete tribe loved her... except for Leah Clearwater. That girl put lemons to shame with how bitter she was over Sam imprinting on Emily and not her. Not that Leah wasn't beautiful or anything, but we can't choose who we imprint on. Sam didn't "pick" Emily, it just happened that she was meant for him.

As we crossed the front yard to Emily's house, I turned to Jacob and smirked, "I call the blueberry!" He laughed and nudged me playfully. "You're the only one who likes them" he said. I bounded up the front porch steps and walked through the open door to find the rest of the pack sat around the dining table. Bella stood by the far wall and it took everything in me not to burst out laughing at the look on her face. I pulled up a chair and deliberately sat right in front of her, turning my head around to say "sorry", with a huge smile on my face. She just nodded to me and looked down at the floor. Jacob said she was awkward.

Jacob appeared in the doorway and motioned for Bella to follow him. Almost like an obedient dog, she went to him. A weird feeling welled up in the pit of my stomach as I watched her leave with him, like a sinkhole had opened up inside it. I'd never felt anything like it. Sam brought me back to attention as he said, "Paul, now that Jake's off smoothing things over with Bella, I'll need you and Jared to do a perimeter check around the treaty line."

"Sure," I said with a shrug, "As long as he doesn't hold me back like last time".

"Hey!" Jared yelled, definitely offended, "You said it was no big deal!"

I rolled my eyes a little and then winked at him, he had to know I was only joking. He must not have seen it though because he leaned back in his chair with a solemn look on his face.

"I'm kidding, you dork!" I said. He perked up.

Jared and I set out after scarfing down a couple more muffins and Emily decided that she'd like to spend the rest of the night with Sam alone. I was sure we'd have to endure the very intimate memories that leaked from Sams' brain later so I gave Jared a look and we took off without another word. The sun was starting to set below the trees, the other predators were getting ready to roam the forest, I'd already spotted a bobcat not too far from the well in Emily's backyard. You'd think they'd be able to detect an apex predator in their midst but apparently in human form, we smelled like regular humans to them. Jared and I walked in silence for quite a while before he piped up and said, "Do you think Bella will tell anyone?"

"I don't think so," I replied, "She didn't tell anyone about the bloodsuckers, and I can tell she cares about Jake. I don't think she'd put him in danger."

"That's good." He said and then he was quiet again. None of us were confident that our secret was safe with her, I could sense Sam was upset with me and Jacob both, but we just had to trust that Jacob would convince her. If she did tell anyone, we could always chalk it up to a teenage girl looking for attention after her boyfriend dumped her. No one would believe her. Either way, I wasn't too worried about it.

Jared broke the silence between us again when he stopped dead in his tracks. We'd reached the eastern gorge that separated the two territories, Quiluete and Cullen.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I can smell the red headed one here" he whispered.

I lifted my nose to the air and breathed deeply, sure enough, the pungent stench of a vampire lingered in the air. It was sickeningly sweet, like someone shoving a candy scented smelling salts directly up your nose, it made me want to vomit. Every vamp has this scent, but they also each have their own unique scent mixed in. This one smelled like fire and bourbon.

"That's her alright" I growled. It didn't smell like she'd crossed over to our side, but she was definitely closer than I would have liked. She was probably testing how close she could get before we attacked. "Let's go back and tell Sam, if she happens to come back and make it into our territory, he's gonna want first dibs." We started back, hoping we wouldn't find Sam and Emily in a compromised position. We'd shout out a howl when we got close, just in case.

It was going to be a long night.

[End of Chapter One]

[sonyandsam]

Some dream fuckery nsfw thots

Okay so. Since they're sharing a brain kinda I can imagine Johnny sees what she's dreaming about a lot. And since she's a single horny bitch she tends to have some pretty frequent wet dreams. And at first Johnny was into it. Guess it was kind of a weird voyeurism thing watching her get railed in her dreams by random older men she'd seen on tv or in passing on the streets. Bit then she started dreaming about that old fucking corpo Takemura and he started to get pissed.

There no way that old fuck who can barely take a fucking selfie can fuck her that good. He decided to interrupt her dreams one night, tired of playing cuck to a bunch of fake dream men. And Clearly she hasn't had real good dick in while because the ones her mind is coming up with aren't nearly as impressive as his own. So while Viera is starting to get finger fucked in her dream, the visage of Takemura starts to glitch. Switch. Shes seeing Johnny now. "Oh hell no." She tries to pull his hand out of her but his free one pins hers to the bed above.

"Oh no, princess. I'm not about to watch that geriatric 'saka bastard give you weak dick for another fucking night in a row."

Shes embarrassed, clearly. Fully lucid in this dream state. "You've been watching my fucking dreams??? What the hell is wrong with you Johnn--~y." His name trails off into a moan as he thrusts those silver fingers in hard.

"You seem to forget, we share a headspace. You really are a fucking whore too, with how freaky you like to get I might have even kept you as a groupie back in the day." He's smirking, leering down at her through his aviators. It isn't often he sees V all defenseless like this, and it makes him even cockier knowing he got the jump on her in her own dreams.

V does the only thing she can think of to get that smirk off his face. She headbutts him. That gets him for just a second before pulling his hand out of her and putting it around her throat. His glasses are knocked off and she can see the lust and rage in them. "I knew you liked to play rough but it looks like you really want a fucking beating..."

He squeezes and see feels it, like he could actually kill her here and now. And it just excites her more. "Well... I like to fight back..." She wheezes.

"Well let's see how well you fight back then." His silver hand moves from her throat to her cheeks, pushing her mouth open for him to slide his human finger in there. "Suck on em. Then maybe I'll be nice enough to let you suck my cock and breathe."

She lets him slip them into her mouth, lacing her tounge around and through as best she can with his hands on her face. Until she bites down. Hard. He pulls them out and on reflex smacks her across the face. "Somehow I knew you'd be psycho enough to do that..."

She just smirks, the stinging on her cheek going straight to her core. Her panties are gonna be a fucking mess when she wakes up. "Oh no. What, you gonna cry about it?"

He glared daggers at her as he stands on his knees on the bed. "Make sure you cry about it." He grabs her hair rough and pulls her close to his impressively large bulge. "You're gonna let me fuck that weak throat of yours and if you so much as scrape your teeth on my cock too hard, I'll blow your brains out," He pulls his revolver from the back of his waist back. "You understand?"

She bites her lip, eyeing the zipper sperating her from her orders. "Guess I don't have a choice..." She is quick to unzip his pants, his dick springing free and hitting her cheek. Man wasn't kidding when he bragged. It is pretty impressive.

"Mouth open." He presses the gun to her temple, and she quickly obliged.

"Least you can actually listen sometimes." He gets his hand out of her hair, giving himself a few strokes before sliding into her mouth, slowly thrusting further and further until he's forced it down her throat. Shes gagged, a few tears rolling down her cheeks as she tries to relax. He doesn't give her a moment though, starting to make good on his threat. Speed fucking her throat so hard she can't breathe. That gun is still pressed to her head but his other hand is back in her hair, giving himself the leverage to use her as he pleases. And given by how her eyes have rolled back into her head, she seems to be enjoying it too.

But yes. Shes loving it. Johnny is good about pulling out just long enough to give her a pleading breath. She'd never truly beg him though. Once he feels he's close enough to bust he pulls out, before shoving her back against the bed. His fingers finding their way back inside her with even less resistance than before. "God you're real fucking wet... I figured a bitch like you'd have some prime pussy." She just whines in response before turning her head away. No way johnny would let that fly. No. He grabs her by the face once again, pulling her up just enough to look her on the eyes. "I wanna see the look on your face as I ruin you for any other person who even tries to get in your pants." He punctuated every word with a rough thrust up of his fingers. Sliding two more in easily. The stretch stings bit she loves it.

His lips are on her neck and breasts, leaving harsh bites and red marks in his wake. God he wished these would show on her in reality. Just be one more tiny way for people to know he was still here. He listened intently to her moans and gasps, knowing well enough by now that she was so close to cumming. Oh no, not on his watch.

He pulled his fingers out, smirking as her bliss turned to anger. "God damn it Johnny I was-" she was abruptly stopped by the image of him, fingers in a V against his mouth as he took a taste of her. God if her could only taste her for real. Even in her dreams she tasted just so good.

"You don't get to cum until I say so, got it?" His tone was just so that she could only nod. He grabbed her by the face again, pulling her up. "Hands and knees, now. I'll even let you have a pillow for that delicate head of yours." He let her go, tossing the pillow over.

She shook the haze out of her head, smirking. "You really can't make me do that. This is still my dream you know."

He huffed out a laugh, moving his grip to her neck before forcing her face to the mattress. "And yet you can't even bring yourself to stop me." He plunges his cock straight in with no hesitation, causing her to nearly scream into the mattress. Fuck she needed this just as bad as he did.