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jolenes-doppelganger · 2 months ago

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Invasion in Uranus- Kinktober 2024

Riza Stavros x Fem! Reader Minors DNI 18+

Kinks: Anal play, analingus, butt plugs, G!P Riza, double penetration, light throat grabbing/choking (no breathplay).

Disclaimer: This will not be for everyone. If you're not into it, don't read it. If you would like to read it but aren't privy to the more graphic descriptions of anal play, you can skip that part of the fic indicated by *** before and after described passage. (Even then the other sections following will reference the presence of a butt plug so be mindful).

Word Count: 4.3k words

Sleepy, drunk evenings were odd things. Riza draped across your body, the smell of alcohol, sickly sweet, clinging to her breath with every exhale. A birthday bash for the Tribrachian, a moment of pure, carnal indulgence; she’d gone all out. The tiny dress, the way her breasts pressed more out than inside of the scrap of fabric… If you’d been a little bit more sober, you would’ve pounced on her the moment you two staggered into her bedroom. But the night had caught up to you, Riza more content to use you as a pillow than fuck you, much to your mutual distaste.

“Mmph… Soft.” she mumbled, all three of her arms lazily draped against you.

“Had a fun night?” you asked, tilting her head to catch a glimpse of her face.

Her lower mouth was covered in a red smudge, the product of the ardent kissing she’d engaged in all night. Every thirty minutes you swore she’d been trying to pin you into a dark corner, making out with you before guests called her back. There was no doubt your mouth was as smudged as hers, wearing nothing but her signature shade; the rest of your makeup long faded.

“I had a great night. Should’ve gotten you alone sooner.” she husked, tilting her head to nibble at your ear.

“Hey, hey. Not now. You’re not horny, I’m definitely not feeling it.” you smiled, cradling her face indulgently.

Riza’s face morphed into a sad pout, lower lip sticking out as she tried to take advantage of your compassionate sensibilities.

“Mmm… But I had this plan!” she whined, using all three of her arms to hold you hostage in a slightly-less-than comfortable embrace. “I was gonna seduce you… Get you all hot.. And then you were gonna say yes to anal.” she whisper-spoke, hardly coy.

“Anal?!” you snorted, combusting in a fit of giggles. “You’re telling me your biggest fantasy is anal?”

Her biggest drunk fantasy.

“Hey! We read Want together, with that Gillian Anderson… The submissions… I like my fantasy.” Riza pout deepened, smug makeup adding to the appearance of general clownishness.

You felt a bit guilty, watching her eyes lose that little bit of sparkle she reserved for her most vulnerable moments. You felt even guiltier when you had to fight not to giggle, the gauche red lips adding to her overall pitiful state.

“Okay, okay.” you hastily backpedaled, trying and failing to refrain from giggling. “I’m not dismissing your fantasy, just… What goes into it?”

Riza’s entire face was overtaken by a cheshire smirk, playfully nudging at your ribs.

“Well, we start slow. Obviously. I’ll get you to like the concept before we do it.” she promised.

Riza breathed in, a deep breath. Probably the first deep breath she’d taken unassisted by a cigarette since the party began. The path of her breath was felt, from your ear to her collarbone, ballooning out in an almost indulgent gesture. Her breath was stained by the sweetness of alcohol, reminding you just how drunk you two were.

“Not tonight.” you whispered. “I just want to hold you.”

Riza didn’t pout, content with some affection, (even if it wasn’t in her preferred medium). Cuddling was important after all, it met your needs, like feeling her weight. The solidness of all of her pressing against all of you, into you. That’s what you wanted.

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Preparation was one thing, seeing the tools for the job was another. Staring at the open case of plugs was the equivalent of having a bucket of ice water poured over your head, and a live wire attached to your lower belly. They were huge, at least on the upper end. The smaller end was… Manageable. Something for someone like you, still adjusting to the concept of anal. You had to give it to Riza, she was fantastic at meeting both of your needs.

Her hands wrapped around you, pressing herself firmly against your backside. Riza’s breath was hot and humid against your neck, her breathing labored. A quick glance down and you saw the freshly painted nails, the evidence of her excitement and deep desire to be recognized, accepted. She wanted this so badly, needed it perhaps. In addition to the undulating pressure of her ribs as she breathed, you could feel her erection prodding against your ass, begging for attention. If you’d had any doubts about this, none of the above would have convinced you. But her soft nuzzle did you under, nose rubbing into the nape of your neck, a deeply vulnerable gesture she reserved for only her most vulnerable moments.

“… What do you think?” Riza whispered, voice hoarse and ragged.

Her tone was laced with honey and menthol, sweet and cool. You couldn’t say no to her, not now, not when you were both so well prepared. Riza was not a rash lover, at least not when she was invested; she’d be gentle with you, soft; just as she’d been in the early stages of your love life. You cleared your throat, returning your thoughts to the question at hand.

“If we start small…” you consented, examining the anal plugs with a degree of curiosity.

Riza chuckled, reaching for the second to smallest plug. She held it up for your inspection, allowing you to take in the shape and the tapered end. It was green, the second to easiest color; blue in comparison.

“I’m not an amateur if that’s what you’re worried about.” Riza sarcastically teased, squeezing your waist reassuringly. “Honey, it’ll be so easy you’ll take it right in.” she purred, tilting her head to press a wet kiss against your neck.

In the boudoir mirror you could see the smear of her lipstick as she pulled away, her eyes sparkling in a quiet promise to deliver those stains elsewhere. Her blue eyes met yours through the mirror, and you wondered how long that full coverage foundation could really last. But more attractive was her relieved smile, saccharine smirk veiling a deeper relief.

“We’ll put these away until we’re ready.” Riza promised, reaching down to softly stroke your hips. “Until I’ve had my fill of teasing you.”

Riza set her chosen plug on a clean towel next to the lube, shutting the case of the rest and setting it on the ground.

“Teasing? What did I do to deserve that?” you giggled, meeting her blue eyes in the mirror again.

“Oh, you always deserve it.” Riza replied with a smirk, sliding her arms down your thighs.

Her lips found your neck, pressing the softest kisses there. You watched in ardent fascination as her kisses left more smudged stains.

“You know, button, there’s something incredibly erotic about restraint… About holding back until the last possible moment.” Riza husked, letting her breath slide against your ear, wet and inflaming. “Don’t you agree?”

Her hands slipped down, hands curling in, dragging up your inner thighs before converging at your center. You let out a gasp, feeling her fingers curl in ever so slightly, generating an urgent throb in your loins.

“Besides, this sort of play is always best slow.” she hummed, her third hand coming up to encircle your neck.

Riza tilted your head back until you could barely make out the shape of your bodies in the mirror. It was a gentle pressure, like she was bending a willow branch in the wind. She met your eyes for a moment, letting the unspoken tension of the moment build. Her gaze shifted down and her mouth followed as her teeth scraped against your jugular, lips closing around your rapidly thrumming pulse point to suck a firm spot there. An involuntary moan left your lips, and she responded by squeezing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, dragging her nails over the silk of your stockings. You could hear her breath against your ear, feel the way her hand around your neck trembled ever so slightly. The eroticism of the new, the unfamiliar, but the safe.

“Mhm… Doing so well. Lean over the boudoir for me.” Riza husked, her dominant hands pushing you down while her third hand remained on your neck.

Even then she was gentle, the hand around your neck trailed down, pulling the zipper of your dress down. Her mouth followed in soft, wet kisses down your spine, pausing to nip at her favorite spots along your back: The trapezius, lower lats, internal and external obliques. When she reached your stockings, she tapped your arm, silently signaling you to shimmy out of the dress all of the way. The cold air kissed your skin as you slipped your arms out of the dress, feeling your nipples harden through the thin lace of your bralette.

“Hmm… I’m tempted to tear a hole in these, leave the pretty lace around your thighs while I feast…” Riza coyly commented, her hands dragging down your thighs. “You know I’d just buy you another one.”

You met her gaze through the mirror, shaking your head in an amused, obligable way. She’d do what she wanted in the end, but you still didn’t like her habit of ruining clothes.

“Riza, these are very nice cashmere stockings, I want to keep at least two pair-”

Your jaw dropped as you heard the sound of tearing fabric. You glared down Riza in the mirror, ready to tear her a new one. Her response was opposingly nonchalant, giving a half shrug before she moved on to her usual methods of redirection and restoration. Riza’s fingers found the crotch of your equally expensive lace panties, dragging her finger down from the perineum, parting the folds of your labia as she crooked her finger up. She took a special glee in watching your breathing accelerate, your face contort in a mixture of shock and pleasure, all wrongdoing forgotten. Up, down, up, down. She stroked you through the fabric until your eyes fell shut, waiting for that slow assumption of pleasure. As the soft huffs of air left your mouth, she knew you were pleasured enough for her to perform her next stunt. With as much force as before, Riza tore open the crotch of your panties, giggling at the horrified expression on your face.

“Those were my favorite pair!” you groaned, the mood of the moment ruined.

Riza gave a mocking pout, unbothered by both your annoyed complaints and the brief interlude between sensual settings. She knew she could get you hot again, and she would.

“If only I knew a way to take your mind off of it…” Riza smirked.

You watched as she slowly descended out of your view, her wet, hot mouth making contact with the soft skin of your thigh before working her way upwards. A teasing puff of air was blown directly against your clit and the vibration was enough to make your hips buck, much to her annoyance. Two of her hands gripped your hips while the third pressed down on your lower back, the edge of the boudoir digging into the flesh of your thighs. The pinch of the boudoir was forgotten as soon as her mouth made contact with your inflamed opening, a soft kiss reigniting the familiar throb of your core. Riza’s tongue traced circles over your fluttering opening, teasing out a few soft whimpers from your open mouth. You both felt and heard her slow kisses to your opening, the sensations and sounds of her making out with your throbbing, pleasure-irritated cunt. Flattening her tongue, Ilsa dragged the coarse papillae of her tongue over your clit, producing a maddeningly pleasant sensation.

“Mmmm…” Ilsa groaned, wetly sucking the engorged nerve into her mouth.

You let out a high pitched cry as she encircled your clit with her lips, a white-hot throbbing shooting upward from your cunt. Gripping the sides of the boudoir gave you enough leverage to stay put, the not so subtle press of the wood against your hip bones keeping you still. As her tongue toyed and rolled over your clit, her hands drifted up, thumbs pulling at the flesh on either side of your sex until it was almost taut. The subtle stretch of the skin made the natural pulsation of your cunt more prominent, and Riza was rewarded by a choked whine. She flattened her tongue once more, dragging from clit to entrance, inching further up your perineum. At the first tensing of her body, she returned to your clit, giving it a few soft laps before repeating.

In between her licks and sucks, Riza would hum, the only verbal noise she made as she feared talking would interrupt the natural tension of the moment. The more the flat licks continued, the more space they covered, inching further and further up your perineum with every stroke of her tongue. Finally, when she felt you were ready, her thumbs traveled further, pulling apart your butt cheeks.

***

The sudden change in direction, expected or not, was enough for your eyes to snap open, body tensing immediately. Riza’s third hand, the hand not occupied with holding you open, drew a reassuring stroked down your spine. She grounded you, drawing you back to the present moment. You were safe, you were being attended to.

“If you’re not ready, I’ll stop.” Riza assured you, her hand still drawing those tender patterns on your lower back.

All the licking and the teasing of your perineum had left you a gelatinous, needy mess, chest rising and falling with pathetic frequency. Even now, spread out and uncertain, you felt the sheer tightness in your core, the incessant pulsing of blood in your engorged clit. You wanted to try it, wanted to feel what it was like, both for curiosity's sake and for an overwhelming carnal hunger. Besides, you’d spent all that time cleaning and preparing yourself, you’d had the talks, you knew what to expect. And above all else, you trusted Riza.

“Go ahead, slow.” you choked out, your cunt involuntary clenching as she leaned in closer.

Riza let out an excited sigh, pulling your butt cheeks further apart. You swore you heard her whimper, and you wished you could see her face. She inhaled once, noting the traces of the herbal enema and antibacterial soap. Her mouth watered, and her cock throbbed at the promise of what was to come. She could still smell the arousal of your cunt, but the earthiness of your opening didn’t repel her.

“Such a pretty little hole…” Riza groaned, taking another deeper sniff.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you heard her sniff. It was disgusting. Revolting, unbelievably taboo, and still you felt your core clench at her praise. How could she find this arousing? You’d done your homework, but still. How could she debase herself like this for your pleasure? You got your answer as she dragged her thumb close to your taint, causing an involuntary contraction of the sphincter.

“Look at her wink!” Riza breathily whispered, arousal obvious.

Her mouth drew closer as she leaned in, you could feel the wet ghost of her breath against both your ass and cunt. Her mouth descended, and she let out a long moan as her tongue licked a stripe upwards. She watched in fervent fascination as your body responded, the soft gasp, the clenching, the damn sight of it all.

“Button, if you only knew how hot this makes me.” she gasped, diving in once more.

Her tongue felt wet, and firm… And so good. It was surprisingly pleasant, erotic, pleasurable to have her tongue there. As revolting and degrading as it was for Riza to lick you there, it was in turn equally gratifying to be on the receiving end. Riza pressed her face further into you with every lick, hands holding you there with stern resolution. You swore every lick, every stroke of her tongue was going right to your pussy, engaging with nerves you didn’t know could be stimulated. Moans fell freely from your tongue, Riza getting sloppier and more zealous until you felt a trail of saliva slowly dripping down to your pussy.

The sensation was vexing for you poor alien lover, her hips canting uselessly as she searched for friction for her ever pulsating cock. She vented her frustrations outwards, digging her nails into the flesh of her thighs as she moved to change tactics. When Riza began to lightly push her tongue against the firm anal sphincter, your felt the smallest bit of discomfort, but the more the teased, the more she lapped and moaned and fucking whined, the more you relaxed. Even with more ardent presses of her tongue, you relaxed, accepting the slight burn with the overall buzz of arousal the sensation provided.

“Oh… Oh… Look at you relax… Mmm you’re ready.” Riza breathlessly moaned, dropping one of her hands to adjust her painful hard-on.

You watched her reach for something, what you assumed to be the plug. There was some shuffling, the audible labored breath of Riza keeping you on your toes. Her hands returned, and a wet squirt was heard as she squeezed out a dollop of gel directly onto your hole. You gasped as you felt the cold shock of lube, bucking away from Riza and into the punishing hardness of the boudoir. Riza chuckled, gently tapping the sides of your hips before returning to the task at hand.

“Oh…. Don’t worry. I’ll go nice and slow.” Riza promised, kissing the base of your spine reassuringly. “That shove it in and go shit? Fucking amateur.”

The snark of your lover barely registered, rather your attention was focused on where that rapidly warming glob of gel sat. Two of her hands held you open, the third gently drawing the plug over your anus in slow, soothing circles. Her presses were incremental, working with the rotating motion of the plug to acclimate you and spread the lube. She pressed slowly, stopping as soon as she felt resistance. You felt the resistance too, a stinging-burning sensation as your body attempted to press out the foreign object.

“Good girl, just breathe for me, I know it burns.” Riza cooed, using her new upright position to press her cock against the meat of your thigh.

The stinging became bearable, and the buzz of arousal returned. She worked slowly, pressing in a little before withdrawing the plug, pushing in a little further each time. She watched with extreme interest as you relaxed, moaning a little as you started to adjust to the intrusion. With every press of the plug, Riza pressed her cock against your thigh, eyes fluttering shut as she received some momentary relief.

“Feels good, I know. You’ll get there.” Riza whispered.

In, out. In, out. She waited until you got roughly two thirds inside of you before one of her hands rested firmly on the base of your spine. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your rapidly accelerating heart.

“Bear down.” she softly commanded, the hand on your back a reminder of her ever sure presence.

“What?” you frowned.

A firm squeeze to your hip and a familiar hum of disapproval was your reward.

“Listen to me, button, take a deep breath in and bear down.”

Her voice was stern, her grip on your hip firm, but you knew that Riza wouldn’t tell you to do something if she didn’t believe it would work. Taking in another deep breath, you bore down, clenching the muscles of your sphincter against the intrusion of the butt plug. You felt it slide in, firmly trapped in the tight muscles of your sphincter. It stung initially, but it was quickly replaced by a new sensation of arousal and a larger satisfaction. It was a sensation of fullness, of maddening invasion bridging the gap between the lower nerves of your loins. It didn’t hurt, it wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it was definitely new. And you, for your part, weren’t half as aroused as your lover was. Riza let out a long moan as she saw the jeweled end wink out from your bottom, and she immediately pulled your hips flush against hers, pressing the bulge of her arousal against your dripping cunt.

***

“Sexiest sight I ever saw.” she groaned, lightly tapping the sides of your thighs. “Time to take this somewhere comfortable.”

Your back complained as you stood upright, a bit sore from having stayed in one position for so long. Riza was quick to hold you even tighter. Her breasts pressed out from her dress, and you heard the little whimper she gave out. The press of her hard flesh against your ever-aching center made the uncomfortable throbbing of your aroused cunt all the more prominent. Her breath was coming out in soft pants, and it was all Riza could do to angle you over the side of a sofa hardly five feet away. So much for your back.

“I can’t wait, goddamn, so sexy…” Riza grunted, quickly shirking off her dress and letting it drop to the floor.

Riza pulled her stockings down, letting her aching erection spring free. The sight was something you’d miss, being face down in the cushions. But the sight of you bent over the couch with a jeweled protrusion winking out at her was one the Tribrachian would never part with. Her hands trembled as she steadied herself on your hips, notching her cock in between your labial folds, leaving the both of you moaning and gasping for air.

“Riza, please, fuck!” you begged, hips canting in a desperate circles, trying to grab the head of her aching cock with your already prepared entrance.

“Stop fucking moving.” Riza demanded, holding your hips steady. “Let me see you, let me see how pretty you look.

Riza’s eyes fell on the buttplug, and she couldn’t help but toy with it as she dragged her cock against your dripping vulva. She pinched the jeweled head in between her thumb and forefinger, tugging it with every drag of her cock and releasing it as she pushed forward. Both of you whined and wiggled in equal discomfort as she prolonged the teasing torture of it all.

“Riza… Please!” you whined. “Fuck me, please.”

Riza bit her lip, lost in the sight of your throbbing cunt, the heat emanating from your inflamed core. With one final tug to the butt plug, she braced herself, hitching the head of her cock in your pulsing opening and slowly pushing in.

The both of you were breathless, breathing heavily as you processed the sensation of her sheathed fully inside your tight heat. With every throb of your cunt, Riza’s grip tightened ever so slightly, and with every press of her nails into your hip, you wiggled a bit more.

Riza pulled out just a little, and the drag of her cock through your opening only highlighted just how full you were, how stuffed. You could feel every single movement through both ends, and the sensation had you almost howling with pleasure. Riza worked slowly, panting as she worked to adjust you to the new sensation. Every gentle thrust was torture, completely opposite of her sensibilities, her inner desire to just slam into you in brutal thrusts until you both were puddles of pleasure.

“Please, please.” you begged, pressing into her with every thrust.

That was her cue, the flesh of her thighs slapping against yours as she increased her pace and pressure. From that moment forward, you were lost in the brutal, carnal excitement of your lovemaking. Your inner eye drew inside, hyperfocused on every drag of her cock inside you. The emptiness of withdrawal complimented by the provocative fullness of each full, healthy thrust. The both of you were lost in your own rhythm, every new stimuli adding to the moment. You could hear the soft wheeze in Riza’s breath as she adapted to the added tightness and sensitivity of your cunt. Sweet-friction, grabbing, pulling, releasing, freeing. Those were the words that went through her mind as she plunged in harder with every other thrust.

“Baby, fuck, you feel so good.” Riza wailed.

The squish-squish of her cock followed your every move, complemented by the buzzing of your clit. Your breaths were accentuated by high cries and whimpers as she rocked in with brutal accuracy.

“Riza, holy shit, holy shit, fuck!” you cussed, feeling an unfamiliar, floaty-falling-pulsing in your core.

You’d known that climaxing from just penetration was possible, but experiencing it was another thing. Your eyes squeezed shut, breathing accelerating and swallowing as the tension built in undulating frequency until…

Stars exploded behind your eyelids, every single muscle in your lower body contracting at once as you came with glorious intensity. The most hoarse, shocked and desperate sound you’d ever heard came bursting out of Riza’s throat as she followed suit, releasing a burst of fluid into your spasming channel. The both of you were shaking, grunting messes for several minutes, eventually managing to stay upright. Your lover’s hands worked in slow, comforting circles over your back.

“Do you want me to take it out now?” she asked, still sheathed inside of you.

“Yeah.” you unwittingly agreed.

The pull of the plug out was enough to send your eyes rolling back into your head, the clench of your cunt around Riza’s sensitive dick inspiring her to release a cuss of expletives in a tongue you’d only heard once or twice.

“Button, wow.”

Slowly, painstakingly, Riza extricated herself from your quivering depths, managing to guide you both around the couch and into a puddle of limbs. Your breaths intermingled, both of you carrying a deeply satisfied, dumb smile on your face. Just as you predicted, her ultra-full coverage makeup had smeared, regardless of the claim of long lasting wear.

“Did I ever tell you about how every bedroom has a cuck chair?” Riza breathlessly wheezed.

Your eyes widened, and the sound of hoarse, hysterical laughter echoed down the halls, almost to the extent your sounds of pleasure had.

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