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yandere-paramour · 8 months ago

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Whats it like when Darling has their first time with Noelle?

First time with Noelle - NSFW

It was hard to pin Noelle down. Ever since you moved in, you two had followed the same routine. She gently encouraged you to work less and less because it made you oh so exhausted, to stay inside for your own safety, to lay back and relax because she would take care of everything. You became a housewife who didn't actually do anything. Noelle had a woman come in to clean and cook and deliver anything that needed delivering, your job, she said, was to be adorable.

And you were. You slept 10 hours every night and usually found the time to take an afternoon nap. You ate and drank when you were supposed to and looked pleased with the praise Noelle heaped upon you when she checked when she came home. You let her dress you in soft, flowy fabrics and coo over what a lovely little sweetheart you were. You even let her bathe you and wash your hair while you lay boneless in the bubbly water.

It was a relaxing existence, albeit a boring one. Any form of entertainment you asked for, Noelle delivered. Any book, streaming service, or gaming console would be delivered, and you were free to browse the internet and try as many new hobbies as you desired. Spending your days with Sasha as company, you lived like a pampered queen, and Noelle worked hard every day to provide for you.

And that was the one problem.

Noelle worked with Ms. Atalanta five, sometimes six, days a week, and the hours were never consistent. Some days she would be gone from before the sun rose to long into the next morning, other days she would be strolling back in the door in early afternoon. This kind of sounded stupid, but it was hard to find time for yourself. Especially... in that way. It seemed that any time the heat started to pool in your core, when your fingers got itchy and started to wander lower and lower, Noelle would come in the door looking for you, and you would have to throw on your clothes and act like you hadn't been furiously masturbating. It was infuriating.

And you couldn't go to Noelle with this. Sure, you two had done some kissing and heavy petting, and while she had been under your shirt, you both had never crossed the waistbands of each other's pants. There just... weren't enough hours in the day, and Noelle really didn't seem interested. You expected her to initiate one day, and you would gladly have spread your legs, but she never did, and you were too shy to do it yourself.

You were really starting to get frustrated. When you moved in, you had brought your toys, but they must've gotten mixed with you and Noelle's things somehow because you hadn't been able to find them. And trust, you had looked. You hated admitting to this, but you were turning into a horny animal.

And the horny was turning your brain to mush. At least, that's how you rationalized it as you lay prone on the bed, blue silk panties in a pool on the floor, your fingers frantically pumping in and out of you as you chased an orgasm too far out of reach. You sure weren't shy anymore.

"And what do we have here?" A familiar voice came from behind you and ice filled your veins.

Your head whirled over your shoulder. You must've looked like an idiot, face down, ass up, fingers still inside you as you looked at Noelle, leaning against the door jamb, eyebrow raised as she took you in.

Slowly, you took your hand out, careful to keep the excess fluid from dripping on the silk sheets. You turned over, trying unsuccessfully to regain some dignity as you pulled the blankets over to cover yourself.

"Hi Noelle," You swallowed dryly, "When did you come home?"

"Just now. And to something interesting, I might add. What are we doing?" Noelle gave you a mildly disapproving look and your face burned with shame, then anger.

"This is your fault!" You exploded at her, "What the hell do I have to do to get you to touch me? I've lived with you for eight months and you never go past kissing! I'm in your bed every night in a silk neglige and no panties! Am I not attractive to you or something?"

You started to lose some steam, and tears came to your eyes, "Don't you love me?"

Noelle was silent for a minute, and you started to wilt. As small as she was, she had an incredibly imposing presence and you had never even spoken sharply to her before, let alone yelled at her like this. You had no idea why she was looking at you in that way, or what she might say or do. You didn't want to admit it, but you were kind of scared.

"Oh, baby..." Noelle looked at you with pitying eyes, "I clearly have not been taking care of you the way you needed. I had no idea, Princess."

Well, this was unexpected, "What?"

"I was trying to take it slow and really ease you in, but I guess I was a little too slow. I just didn't want to push you too fast."

"Huh? What do you-"

"Take off the rest of your clothes. On your back, legs spread. I'm going to the closet for a minute, and you will wait here for me."

"Noelle, I don't understan-"

"Now."

At the sound of her authoritarian voice, you hurried to obey. You tore your shirt off and lay on your back wide open as instructed, your genitals lubricating despite your confusion and apprehension. What was she doing? Was she going to punish you? Was masturbating not allowed here? You had been punished before but never sexually, and Noelle had never made the rule clear if it even existed, but would she listen if you protested? You were unclear how important this was to her; maybe she was angrier than you'd ever seen her and she would spank you. You heard Ms. Atalanta did that to her wife and she reported it was effective at curbing disobedient behavior. But then, why would she order you on your back?

A sound came from your right and you turned to gape. Noelle was naked, every inch of her soft pale body on display and illuminated by day, making her look like a goddess emerging from the sunlight. You had seen her naked before, you both bathed together most nights, but you had never seen the harness and erect dildo she had strapped to her front. The contraption was massive, making Noelle's body look smaller in comparison, and what little ration you had left in your body wondered if it would fit. You weren't a virgin, but you were tight and unsure if you would stretch to fit that mammoth thing inside you.

You tried to sit up, but she was on you in seconds, that snake on the front of her body lining up with your hole. You stilled, and some of the fear must have bled into your eyes because Noelle paused. She put her hands on your face, making you look her in the eye.

"Are you scared? I'll stop if you're scared," She said.

"I-I'm not scared, just... will that fit?"

Noelle popped two fingers down to check you, "It'll be a little of a stretch but you can take me. I'm sure of it."

"I-I can?"

She grinned, and the love in her eyes comforted you, "You're my girl. I know you can."

With that, she entered you in one swift motion. She surprised you, enabling your muscles not to tense up until she was fully inside. You yelped, more in surprise than discomfort, and Noelle chuckled. She was right; you had been able to take her with little more than the burn as you stretched deliciously around her. She gave you only a few seconds to get used to the feeling of her inside you before she started. She was only gentle for a few strokes before she truly found her rhythm, folding up your legs onto her shoulders in a mating press so she could fuck you harder. She pounded into you roughly, the soft mattress bouncing you up and down as you struggled to keep yourself steady. Noelle's soft grunts came with every stroke and you mewled like a kitten and drooled as she took you.

It truly surprised you the strength this small woman had in her body. She mounted you like an animal, pumping away with everything she had. You could see the strain in her muscles, and you wanted her to take a break and rest before she exhausted herself, but all your mouth could say was "Yes" and "More" and "Please please please".

Ever the observer, Noelle noticed when you were nearing orgasm. She growled something dominating in your voice, commanding you to orgasm for her, and you howled like a coyote as you came. Tears rolled down your face, and you collapsed dizzy, exhausted, and sweating back onto the bed. You must've looked like a sight, fucked into a state of bliss and drenched in your own fluids. Noelle pulled out of you, looking down at you warmly as she swiped some of you off the dildo, bringing her fingers to her mouth to taste you.

"I knew you would be sweet," She chuckled, lightly pinching your cheek in a gesture of fondness.

"N-Noelle, that was-"

"I know, Princess. Try and relax, okay? Let me take care of you."

"Take... care of me?"

"You've lost a lot of fluids," She gestured between your legs, "Let me get you some water."

"No," You grabbed her arm to keep from leaving you, "Not yet. Don't go yet."

"I'm not leaving you, sweetheart. I'm just going to get you some water and something quick to eat."

You gave her your softest, most pathetic gaze, "Not yet, please? I just want to cuddle first."

Noelle froze for a second in that shocked look she always gave you when you surprised her, then softened, "Well I can't deny that request. Scoot over, baby."

Noelle slipped the harness off her hips and dropped it on the floor to clean later. She slid in behind you, tucking her body around yours, and you curled in response to her becoming the big spoon. It was safe here in her arms; she was so much stronger, smarter, more ambitious than you. It was easier for you to just settle in her arms, content to be a pretty pet for her to love and care for and occasionally reward with a good fucking. Maybe the necklace she gave you was her inconspicuous way of collaring you, her way of marking you as hers before others, or even you, knew for sure.

Noelle whispered about how good you were, how well you took every little thing she gave you and how perfect you looked with her cock spearing you in half. You listened, her words liquefying your mind and the pleasant tingling in your used genitals soothing your body. You would be sore later, but now you were snug in her arms, the hormones of your orgasm and the soft song Noelle hummed putting you to sleep.

She kissed your forehead, and you made a soft, sleepy noise in response.

Noelle chuckled, "Go to sleep, angel. I'll be here when you wake up, and you and I can have a long conversation about new expectations when you wake up."

You made a confused sound, and she patted your head and hushed you.

"I know, Princess," Noelle pacified you, "I know what you want and I promise, I'll do that a lot more often. I'd give you anything, remember?"

You gave a small happy wiggle and snuggled back in, pleased that your amazing girlfriend knew you better than you knew yourself, and had promised to fuck you like a dog in heat more frequently.

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yandere-paramour · 28 days ago

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"I want him dead."

"You don't understand, Noelle," Ata's voice hardened, startling Noelle into a barely imperceptible flinch. She had heard Ata's anger many times but had never been on the receiving end of it. As pathetic as it was, she couldn't help but become a little child again, trying to look contrite enough to escape a slap because she had done something as unforgivable as to spill her milk or miss a question on her homework.

"I don't just want him ruined. I want him dead," Atalanta hissed, hands twitching like she was barely restraining them from hitting someone. Had she ever hit someone before? Perhaps in training or a playful punch on the arm between friends, but not real. Never real.

"I-I understand, Ms. Montclair. I will contact him immediately," Noelle hated herself for the momentary tremor in her voice. Pull yourself together. You're not a child.

Noelle left the office without another word, needing to escape Atalanta's oppressive atmosphere. Her eyes momentarily found the small bowl of chocolate truffles on her desk. This week was dark chocolate cappuccino, a particular favorite of hers. She ached to pop one in her mouth, to feel the cloying sweetness and bitter coffee envelop her tongue, but that was for later. She had work to do now.

Noelle pulled out the unmarked cell phone from the locked box under the hidden compartment of her desk. There was only one contact, and unless there was an emergency, he would pick up within the first three rings. Atalanta was a particularly important client; whatever inane business he did whenever Atalanta and Noelle weren't in the room was irrelevant. Atalanta had more than enough money to draw his attention.

"You've reached Zachariah," The smooth, slow voice answered in its mildly amused tone, "How may I help you today?"

Noelle ignored the joking air, "Civilian, living on Maple Street. We need the camera and laptop and we need to make it look like an accident. 5k."

To his credit, Zachariah cut the bullshit, "Send me the information. I can have it done by the end of the week. Do you want them to suffer?"

"Terribly."

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Atalanta put her head on her desk, hands on her knees, and tried in vain to calm down. Poor Darling was distraught; multiple security reports over the last hour have reported her having shut herself up in their room, crying audibly behind the locked door. Noelle had graciously allowed her own precious girlfriend to leave the sanctity of her apartment and go to the penthouse, but it wasn't enough. Atalanta needed to be there.

She grit her teeth, furious. Atalanta had been an important subject of the local paparazzi since her birth but this was different. This was Darling. Atalanta had promised that life with her would be comfortable and luxurious, and now your personal information is leaked. And not just your personal information, your body.

Your lovely body. Only Ata was supposed to behold you, and only in the comfort of your marital bed, but that bastard snuck into your changing room and caught you topless, and then had the gall to send threats, promising to release the photos to the world if not for 100k in unmarked bills. Atalanta ground her perfect teeth.

You were hers.

Hers.

Simply sending a goon to smash his camera and laptop wasn't enough. Plucking out his eyes wasn't enough. Even cutting off his filthy dick wasn't enough.

For the crime of making you cry, he needed to die.

Atalanta tried to calm down and breathe. Zachariah could handle it. He would handle it. She had no doubt about that; the man was a professional. The problem was that Atalanta wanted to... assist. Usually, she preferred to keep her hands clean, to distance herself from whatever boundaries of calamity Zachariah allowed from his men, but your purity was compromised here, your personhood.

Atalanta had seen the white, viscous liquid splattered on the photos of the demand letter. Disgusting.

But Ata knows she doesn't have the stomach for torture, and the death needed to look like something common like a car accident or heart attack. As much as she wanted to carve the Montclair name into his revolting flesh, there were things that mattered more than direct revenge.

You mattered more than that.

Atalanta swept her few things into her bag and called you. You picked up on the second ring, her perfect Darling girl. Your melodious voice might not have been sobbing, but she could sense the hitch in your voice, could hear the way you sniffled pitifully.

"It's all taken care of, my love. It's okay," Atalanta put back on her suit jacket and fixed her hair, "I'm coming home right now. I'll run you a bath and we can order in from that Thai place you like. It's okay."

You must have garbled something about feeling scared.

"I know, sweetheart, I know," Ata cooed, "I'm leaving right now. Hold on for ten more minutes. I'll take care of you. Let me take care of you."

Atalanta marched out of her office, calling orders. As soon as Noelle finished her task and called the car around, she could leave. Any important business that couldn't wait until morning could be emailed.

Bodyguards naturally fell into their flanks as Ata hurried from the building. The driver greeted her but she paid him no mind, and he got the picture. As the car began to move, Atalanta bit her lip, willing time to pass faster. An idea brewing, she texted Noelle to stop by the bakery on 5th before it closes. Three caramelized apple tarts with cinnamon vanilla drizzles, and drop them at the penthouse on the way home.

Don't worry, Darling. Ata's coming. She'll fix it. Don't worry.

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