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Prompt : #2

Carla/Shin tsukinami from Diabolik lovers

𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖈𝖆𝖙

Note from the Abyss: Oh? Another Carla/Shin Tsukinami request? Are you the same Veiled Visitor who requested from me back then? Ehehe, sorry if you thought I ignored that request, it's actually a WIP and now I'm publishing it alongside this request. I hope you forgive me for the late upload.🥲 But anyway! I hope you enjoy this one~

Dark Descent: Carla Tsukinami X fem/afab!Reader

Twisted Truths: incest, dubcon, possessive, sadistic, and jealous carla, manipulation, imprisonment, grooming, corruption kink, bondage, spanking, sensory deprivation, overstimulation, edging, cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal penetration, creampie, pet names

Synopsis: A love that is all-consuming and fervent, marked by possessiveness and a sense of entrapment, was the only love she knew. For her entire life, Carla was the only one that mattered in the world. He was her protector, her provider, her king, her lover — her dear older brother, Carla.

Shadows Lengthen: 3.6k words

Ever since she was born, she was destined to become the queen of the Founders. [Y/n] Tsukinami, the youngest and only daughter of the royal First Blood race, grew up in the opulent halls of the castle, under the meticulous and watchful eye of her older brother. As the gem of the Ancestors, it was a given that she shouldn't be tainted by the lower race of demons.

[Y/n] Tsukinami's childhood was a pattern of isolation and opulence, woven together by her brother, Carla's, overprotective nature. She grew up knowing the soft touch of silk, the smell of candle wax, and the taste of food that never saw the light of day, grown in the castle's secret gardens. The only constant in her life was the sound of Carla's footsteps, heavy yet comforting, as he patrolled the corridors outside her chambers.

Her days were filled with lessons, not of the outside world, but of their race's grandeur and her role as its future queen. Carla's visits were her sole source of interaction, and she clung to them like a lifeline. He taught her the ancient languages, the history of the First Blood, and the intricate dance of political maneuvering. His eyes were the mirrors reflecting her own importance, his words the honeyed whispers that filled the void where affection and companionship should have been.

She never knew nor saw her parents, their very existence a mystery to her after she was born. Her brother took on the role of both parent and guardian. His love for her was fierce and protective. In his eyes, she was not just his sister, but a treasure to be safeguarded, the embodiment of their race's purity. Yet, within this fiery love, there was a tendril of possessiveness that grew alongside her. It was subtle, wrapped in the warmth of his care, but it was there, steadily coiling around her heart like a vine around a tree, shaping her existence.

Shin Tsukinami, her other older brother, was a shadowy figure. She knew he existed; Carla briefly mentioned him and she occasionally saw the man visit her chambers on select days. However, it was Carla who was the sun in her sky, the warmth she sought when the loneliness of her gilded cage grew unbearable.

[Y/n] never once questioned her older brother's actions. Carla's love was the air she breathed, the water she drank. It was all she knew. And the First Blood Prince took advantage of that. He knew what his sister's destiny entails, and as his destiny to become the race's next king grew nearer, so did his need to ensure she remained his.

THWACK!

The sound resounded around the spacious chambers, soft sniffling, and hiccups following right after. [Y/n]'s cheeks burned, not just from the sting of the impact but from the humiliation that seared through her. She lay there, naked from the waist down, her slender form draped over Carla's muscular thighs. The smooth fabric of her brother's trousers beneath her belly provided a stark contrast to the bare skin of her ass, which was now a mottled shade of pink from his palm.

The cool air of the chamber caressed her exposed flesh, a cruel reminder of her vulnerability. Carla's grip was firm on her waist, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he held her in place. She bit her lip to stifle her cries, her eyes squeezed shut, and her mind racing with a tornado of thoughts and emotions.

"Now, my dear. Are you finally aware of your mistake?" Carla's velvety voice was a stark contrast to the firmness of his grip, his fingers digging into her waist like vices. His words hung in the air, thick with the scent of authority and the hint of something darker, something she couldn't quite place.

"N-no... I-I'm sorry, Niisama..." she hiccupped, fat tears rolling down her cheeks, staining the fabric of his trousers with their warmth. Her voice was a tremble, a delicate leaf in the storm of his anger. The tremor in her voice was a stark contrast to the calmness in his, and it only served to fuel the flames of his frustration. "I can't r-remember anything bad I did..."

Carla's golden eyes narrowed. "Can't remember?"

[Y/n] flinched at his tone, her heart racing like a wild steed in her chest. She could feel the tension in the air thicken as Carla's grip tightened, his fingers leaving bruises that would soon bloom like dark flowers on her flawless skin. The sting from his slap had faded, leaving only a lingering ache, but the pain in her heart was sharper than any physical punishment could ever be.

"Then let me remind you," his long fingers caressed her reddening ass cheeks with a feigned gentleness that sent shivers down her spine. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her ear. "Shin entered your chambers earlier, didn't he? You spent time with him alone, didn't you?"

"H-he did," she strained her neck to look at him, fear and confusion swimming in her [e/c] eyes. "But I didn't do anything wrong! Niichan said that he'll just keep me company since he finally came back from his trip!"

"And that's exactly the problem," Carla hissed, his jaw clenched.

Without warnings, his long digits pierced through her soaking pussy, a silent assertion of his dominance over her body and soul. [Y/n] gasped, her eyes widening with shock and pain as she felt the unyielding intrusion. Her body quivered against his, her cheeks pressing into the cool fabric of his pant leg.

"You belong to me," the silverette growled, his voice a thunderclap in the quiet room. "Only me. No other man, not even Shin, will ever lay claim to what is rightfully mine."

His fingers moved inside her, a brutal reminder of the power he held over her. The pain was intense, a sharp contrast to the tenderness she had hoped for from his touch. Each stroke sent waves of agony and a sickening mix of arousal through her, leaving her trembling and lost in a sea of confusion.

Carla watched her reaction closely, a twisted smile playing on his lips as she squirmed and gasped beneath him. The sight of her struggling, her body responding despite her protests, filled him with a sadistic pleasure that was both thrilling and terrifying. Her vulnerability was a drug, a sweet nectar that only served to fuel his possessiveness. Yet, the jealousy that had ignited this punishment remained — a live wire snaking through his veins, refusing to be extinguished by the display of her submission.

"Now, now. Don't cry," he purred, fingers still reaching her deepest parts with no signs of stopping. "This is punishment, remember? Niisama just wanted to remind you of your place."

[Y/n] whimpered in response, her body lax which allowed him to punish her pussy more, spanking her ass as well. The sharp sting from his palm mixed with the invasive sensation of his fingers inside her made her toes curl. The pleasure grew despite the pain, confusing her more as she felt her body betraying her mind's screams of protest.

He let out a low chuckle, continuing his relentless punishment. "That's a good girl. You're learning."

Carla's hand smacked her ass cheek again, the sound echoing off the marble walls. [Y/n]'s body quivered, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt his fingers thrust into her deeper and faster. Despite the pain, a treacherous warmth began to bloom inside her. It grew, coiling around the shards of hurt like a vine, blurring the lines between agony and ecstasy. She tried to push it away, to focus on the injustice, but the feeling was too strong, too seductive. Her breath hitched as she felt her walls tightening around his invading digits, her body's betrayal a silent scream of pleasure amidst the sobs.

"You see, darling," the man whispered, his voice thick with a dark thrill. "You're made to obey. To crave this kind of attention from me, from your future king."

Her body continued to quiver as she lay there, her breaths coming out in ragged sobs. The pleasure was a living thing, writhing inside her, begging for release, but Carla's cruel tease kept her on the edge. His hand never ceased its punishing rhythm, slapping her ass with a sharp sound that seemed to echo through the chamber.

His fingers, still lodged deep within her, twisted and curled, stroking the tender flesh in a way that made her whimper and arch her back, desperately seeking more. Yet, each time she neared climax, he would pull almost out, only to plunge back in with a sadistic chuckle, ensuring her pleasure remained just out of reach.

"Bad girls don't deserve release," he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down [Y/n]'s spine.

His fingers continued their merciless dance within her, each stroke and slapping a silent command to submit to his will. The warmth between her legs grew more intense, a betrayal she couldn't ignore. Her body arched, desperately seeking the relief that her mind knew was wrong, but it craved it all the same.

With a swift motion, Carla removed her remaining clothes, leaving her completely naked and exposed. Her skin was a canvas of gooseflesh from the cold air and the heat of his touch. He took a moment to admire her, his eyes lingering on the swollen buds of her breasts and the pink flush of her ass. The sight of her vulnerability was an aphrodisiac to his twisted desires. He reached for a blindfold made of the same soft silk that adorned the royal chambers, securing it tightly over her eyes. The sudden darkness was a stark contrast to the fiery emotions burning within her.

Her limbs trembled as he bound them to the four posts of her ornate, four-poster bed with velvet cords that matched the crimson of her room. The plush mattress beneath her was a cruel comfort as she lay there, naked and helpless, her body his plaything. [Y/n] could feel the anticipation building, a mix of fear and arousal that she didn't fully understand. Carla's footsteps grew quieter, the air thick with the promise of what was to come.

"N-niisama...?" her voice was a trembling whisper into the heavy silence that had descended upon the chamber. The cessation of movement left her body feeling both empty and on fire, her mind racing with the implications of Carla's actions.

"Bad girls like you needed to be punished by your dear Niisama," Carla said, his voice a sinister purr in the darkness of the chamber.

[Y/n]'s heart hammered in her chest as she felt the softness of the silk blindfold brush against her skin. She was fully exposed to his whims now, unable to see his face or the coldness in his eyes. Her mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of his intentions, but she was lost in the maze of her own emotions.

Without warning, Carla's mouth was on her, his tongue attacking her pussy with the same ferocity that his hand had moments ago. The sudden wetness, the heat of his breath against her sensitive skin, sent a jolt through her body. She gasped, her body arching instinctively, trying to escape the onslaught of sensations. His tongue was a relentless force, licking and lapping at her folds with an almost animalistic hunger. He tasted her fear, her arousal, her very essence, and it only seemed to drive him wilder.

The room was alive with the sound of her whimpers and his grunts, a symphony of power and submission. His hands held her hips in a bruising grip, keeping her in place as his mouth ravished her. [Y/n] could feel herself getting wetter, her body's traitorous response to his punishment. The sensations were overwhelming, a maelstrom of pleasure and pain that she couldn't navigate. Carla's tongue circled her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her squirm and cry out. Each pass sent sparks of sensation through her, making her toes curl and her back arch off the bed.

The taste of her was intoxicating, a flavor that was both sweet and salty, a potent mix of fear and need. He groaned, his mouth watering as he feasted on her. The smell of her arousal filled his nose, a scent that was uniquely hers, a scent that he owned. He knew her body better than she knew it herself, and he took sadistic pleasure in pushing her to the edge and then pulling back, leaving her gasping for more. Her body trembled as she hovered on the precipice of release, her breath coming in pants and gasps. She could feel it, the orgasm that was just out of reach, taunting her with its promise.

"Not yet..." he gasped, wiping the juices from his mouth as he stared at her exposed form. The sight of her, bound and writhing, was like nothing he had ever seen. His cock throbbed in his pants, demanding to claim its prize. "You need to learn the price of your disobedience."

With a twisted smile, he raised his hand and brought it down hard on her sensitive pussy. [Y/n] screamed, her body jolting against the velvet cords that held her in place. The sound was a symphony to his ears, music that made his blood pulse with power. He watched as her inner muscles clenched around nothing, desperate for the release he was withholding. Each spank was met with a wet slap, her juices spattering on the bed. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, filling the room with a musky perfume that made his mouth water.

For what felt like an eternity, Carla continued his cruel game, bringing her to the edge only to snatch it away. Her cries grew louder, her body writhing under his touch. The once stoic prince was now a creature of passion, his eyes alight with a dark hunger. He watched her struggle, the way her chest heaved with each gasping breath, the way her hips bucked against his hand, seeking the friction she so desperately craved. Her sobs grew more desperate, each plea for mercy falling on deaf ears. He was lost in the thrill of watching his sister, the future queen, reduced to a quivering mess of need.

He took a moment to appreciate the artistry of his handiwork. Her skin was a canvas of red and pink, her body trembling with each touch and denied release. Her pussy was swollen and wet, begging for his cock. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the slickness of her juices coating his hand. He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a smirk. The taste of her was addictive, a flavor that fueled his depraved desires. He knew that he had corrupted her, that the sweet innocence that had once been her shield was now a memory, replaced by a desperate craving for his touch.

He leaned down and kissed her drooling lips, the blindfold doing nothing to hide the desperation in her eyes. She didn't push him away, she couldn't. His kiss was a claim, a declaration of ownership that she couldn't fight. Her breath hitched as she felt his hand slide up her thigh, his thumb brushing against her swollen clit, the tender flesh feeling like it was on fire. His kiss grew more demanding, his tongue pushing into her mouth as if to conquer her from the inside out.

"That's a good girl, taking Niisama's punishments," Carla murmured against her lips, his thumb stroking her clit in slow, deliberate circles.

She could feel the wetness between her thighs growing, the slickness of her arousal a stark reminder of the power he held over her. [Y/n]'s eyes searched the darkness behind the blindfold, desperately trying to find some semblance of control in the chaos of sensation. Her mind was a tumult of fear, confusion, and a burning need that seemed to have a life of its own.

"Good girl," Carla murmured, his voice a dark melody that seemed to resonate within her very core. "Good girls deserve a reward, hm?"

He leaned back, and she heard the sound of fabric rustling as he unbuckled his belt, the leather whispering against the fabric of his pants. The anticipation grew, a beast gnawing at the bars of its cage, demanding to be set free. [Y/n]'s chest heaved with ragged breaths, her body coated in a sheen of sweat. The room was silent except for the sounds of their breathing, the echo of her sobs, and the distant chime of a clock chiming out the time.

"Here I go," Carla's voice was a low growl, thick with lust and dominance.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock standing tall and demanding. Without warning, he thrust into her, the force of his invasion making her cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Her eyes shot open, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. The velvet cords bit into her wrists as she struggled against them, her body desperately trying to adjust to the sudden fullness.

The sensation was so intense that she couldn't even scream; she could only pant and whimper as he fucked her with a brutal passion that seemed to come from a place deeper than anger or even love. It was a possession that went beyond the physical, a claiming of not just her body but her soul. [Y/n]'s eyes squeezed shut tightly behind the blindfold, her teeth digging into her bottom lip to keep from crying out. Her body was a live wire, sparking and convulsing with each thrust, each smack of his hips against her bruised flesh.

The bed creaked beneath them, a rhythmic symphony that matched the beat of their bodies. Carla's breath was ragged, his grip on her hips like iron as he pounded into her. She could feel the veins in his arms standing out, his muscles flexing as he used every ounce of his strength to claim her. His hips slammed into her, his cock filling her to the brink, the stretching pain melding with the exquisite pleasure that seemed to consume her.

[Y/n]'s body was a writhing mass of sensation, each thrust driving her closer to the edge of oblivion. The pain was a living thing, a beast that danced with pleasure, creating a maelstrom inside her. Yet, she couldn't fight it, her body moving in sync with Carla's, her walls clenching around him as if begging for more. The room spun around her, the velvet cords cutting into her wrists a stark reminder of her captivity.

"That's it, cum. Give it to Niisama," Carla grunted, his breath hot on her neck as his pace grew more frenzied. The bed rocked under their combined weight, the headboard slamming against the wall with a rhythmic thud.

[Y/n]'s orgasms rolled over her like waves, one after another, crashing down on her shore of sanity. Her body was no longer her own, a marionette dancing to the tune of her brother's sick desires. Yet, she couldn't help the way her hips bucked up to meet him, the way her body seemed to crave the punishing pleasure he delivered. Her mind was a haze, a blur of sensation and confusion as she felt herself lose control over her reactions. Each time she thought she couldn't take anymore, she would feel a fresh surge of pleasure, her body betraying her once again.

Carla watched her with a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He reveled in the power he held over her, the way she trembled and moaned beneath him. The sight of her, bound and begging for his touch, was like nothing he had ever experienced. It was intoxicating, a high that no crown or throne could ever match. He felt like a god, and she was his willing sacrifice, laid bare before him.

With one final, brutal thrust, he reached his peak, his hot seed filling her up. He groaned her name, his voice a mix of pleasure and possession. [Y/n]'s body clenched around him, her orgasm following his, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to last forever. He held himself deep inside her, panting and sweating, feeling the warmth of her tight pussy clench around him, milking him with every drop.

"Such a good girl... taking all of Niisama's seed," Carla murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he slowly pulled out of her, his cock still throbbing from the intensity of his climax.

He took a moment to admire the way she lay there, spent and trembling, her legs still spread wide, welcoming him despite the pain he had inflicted. The cords had left angry red marks on her wrists and ankles, a stark reminder of the power exchange that had just taken place. A sadistic smirk crept on his lips, golden orbs gleaming with a victory that was as dark as the night outside the castle walls.

[Y/n] Tsukinami. The youngest of the First Blood children. The only princess and future queen of the race. She would not be tainted by the defiled blood of those insignificant demon races. After all, Carla made sure to groom her into the perfect and innocent little thing — his pretty and obedient kitten, dressed in the finest silks, fed only the purest of meals, and taught to think within the narrow confines of his will.

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