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Right hand

Pairing: Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!exBeneGesserit! reader Summary: You were his right-hand (wo)man after he saw you in combat during your training on the Bene Gesserit. He freed you from them and turned you from a Bene Gesserit into a faithful soldier who took care of all his dirty business. Getting rid of the bodies of the people he killed, organising opponents for him to fight, poor people on whom he could vent his anger and desire for bloodshed, or even concubines. You were his eyes and ears in the baron's court. You reported everything to him, being more effective than any Bene Gesserit. But he wants more... much more. Warning: 18+; violence; blood; Feyd Rautha; death; fight; brutality; smut; bathing together; dagger play; breeding kink? I guess; a lot things happening; my first time for Feyd so I'm a little nervous😅; enjoy!; Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ PART II ~•♤♤♤•~

It wasn't your choice to undergo Bene Gesserit training. Your mother abandoned you when you were a little baby and took you to these terrible women, leaving you to their mercy.

You hated them. Their entire organisation, which included planned breeding, aimed at creating the Kwisatz Haderach. To you, these women were a sick cult that you were reluctant to be a part of. You trembled with fear, thinking of the day when they would send you to extend the genetic line of a nobel family by lending your womb or to ensure that their plans succeeded.

However, you realised that you had little say in the matter. The Bene Gesserit would find you anywhere if you tried to run and hide. You were doomed to follow the orders of your crazy old reverend mother and wait in fear for the day when you could prove your usefulness.

But one day, you crossed paths with Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. And for a very long time, you considered it a real gift from fate. The first happy turn of events in your tragic life.

He was on a diplomatic mission. He was being shown around by the princess of your planet, and they happened to be attending the training of the Bene Gesserit sisters. You immediately caught his attention. Your movements were smoother, full of the passion of a true warrior. You charmed him so much that, at first, he thought you had put a spell on him. After seeing your potential and your obvious dislike for your sisters, he took you with him to Giedi Prime.

He faked your death so the Bene Gesserit sisters wouldn't come looking for you. He made you his right hand, his most trusted soldier. It was only after years of service under the Na-Baron that you realised that you had entered a much worse hell than any plans the Bene Gesserit had for you.

Feyd Rautha was supposed to be your personal devil. But first, you saw him as your saviour.

An animalistic, bloodthirsty scream resounds throughout the na-baron's private training room as his 'toy' falls dead under the blow she received from the furious man. You enter the room just as Feyd pierces him with his sword, causing drops of blood to land on your face.

You wipe them away, undeterred by the na-baron's brutality. Years of service had accustomed you to all the acts of cruelty he was capable of. At least this time, the dead man's entrails didn't spill around him. You hated calling his harpies to the feast. Despite so many years spent at the side of the baron's favourite nephew, you never got used to his concubines. They made you feel strangely uneasy.

"My lord, na-baron." You say, announcing your presence. Feyd breathes heavily and shifts his mad, furious gaze to you, not noticing your entrance until you speak.

You walk past the body, avoiding the pool of blood, and hand him a towel. He takes it from you without a word, wiping the sweat and blood from his head, chest, and back. You ignore his exposed muscles and kneel next to the man on whom he took out his anger, preparing to carry him out of the room before the next opponent/toy shows up.

"You were right. That old fool entrusted Arrakis to my brother. He will embarrass our family in one day. Ha! Even half is enough for him! This wretch doesn't know how to manage a small province, let alone an entire planet with fremen ready to attack at any corner." He says, rubbing himself furiously. He throws a towel into the corner of the room and walks to the table to pour himself something to drink.

"He gives him a chance to prove himself. When he wastes it, you will get it and prove to the baron and the lords that you are rightfully entitled to the title of baron." You say, securing the body so the guards at the door can carry it out.

"Every fool knows that. It's obvious that I'm a better choice than this scoundrel, who will sell the secrets of our family and swear allegiance to anyone who threatens his life. Baron throws a party in his honor. To the success of his mission. He's just doing it to piss me off. He doesn't give a damn about Rabban or whether he succeeds. This is just another of his tests on me. That's why you're coming with me. I've already sent for a dress for you." You look up at him with your surprised gaze. You're even more shocked when he reaches out his hand to help you up—something you didn't expect from him in his white, burning rage state.

"A dress?" You ask, taking his hand. You hold your breath, keeping yourself from gasping, as he lifts you off the floor with one strong pull. Unprepared, you bump completely onto his chest, not being able to keep your balance.

You freeze at the feeling of his muscled body close to yours. You can feel his heart pounding in his chest from the adrenaline he felt while killing this poor man. You tense up, seeing his icy-blue eyes already staring at yours. He starts giggling darkly as he presses you tighter against him so you can feel every muscle of his.

"Is there a problem? Would you prefer to come naked? I wouldn't mind, but…”

"I'm simply surprised that you want me there officially. I usually sneak there. I watch from the shadows. Well, you know." You interrupt me before he can insinuate anything, and with his silent permission, you move a decent distance away from him, leaving his arms.

You always had to be careful when making moves like this. You saw how he punished for minor offences, just for breathing. And you didn't run away from the Bene Gesserit with him to lose your life because of one of his… impulses. Although he has never put you in any serious danger, which was strangly amazing, since all of the servants who worked for him (and are still alive) have experienced his wrath on their bodies at least once.

"I know. But this time, I need you by my side. Not in hiding. My birthday is coming up—the most important of them all. I want to know what my uncle will come up with. Maybe you can find out something from the Lords. Besides, why wouldn't I want to have such beauty on my arm?"

"You want a woman by your side so you can humiliate your brother before he leaves? Perpetuate in him a sense of belief that you are superior, even if you don't have power over Arrakis right now?"

You see his hands tighten on his blades. You purse your lips, realising you were too quick to question his intentions. Basic mistake. You shouldn't have tested the waters when you knew Feyd was already on the end of his patience.

He takes a step towards you, entering your personal space. You swallow and lift your head to meet his gaze. This wasn't the first time he had intimidated you, tested you, carefully gauged your reaction, and waited until he finally saw the fear in your eyes. But you never gave him that satisfaction. If the Bene Gesserit taught you anything, it was that fear was weakness. A weakness you could tame... at least enough not to show it to anyone else.

So you endure his piercing, burning gaze with indifference. You stay like that even after a small smirk starts to appear on his face. You wonder how many people before you saw that smirk and stared into those night-black eyes on Giedi Prime as they passed from this world.

"That pink little tongue of yours will get you into trouble one day, my little witch." He purrs, his tone low and dangerous. He reaches up to your face with his free hand and gently runs his hand through your hair, caressing your cheek and jaw with the pad of his thumb. "Possible. I'm a na-baron... don't I deserve the best?" He looks defiantly at you, throwing you the proverbial gauntlet. He's waiting for you to stumble. For open defiance of his order.

You don't understand why, but he's been acting like this more and more lately. He made ambiguous comments, carefully watching your reaction. It was something new—a change in his behaviour that you hadn't figured out the reason for yet. But you had too much on your mind to think about it any longer.

"I can prepare you a beautiful concubine perfect for Giedi Prime standards." You suggest at which he shakes his head, laughing hoarsely. He turns his back to you and pours himself another glass of water.

"It's not necessary. I want you. Go and get ready. I'll join you in two hours when I'm done here." He says just as the door opens to reveal the soldiers you called for to take the body away and who have brought him a new drugged opponent. Feyd licks his lips, flips the blade up, and catches it, making a little show before lunging at his toy.

"As you wish, my na-baron." You say before leaving him to get ready for the party. Another warrior's scream echoes off the walls of the chamber as Feyd unleashes his anger on him.

You scan the room carefully, standing with your glass against the wall in a more crowded part of the room. You try your best to blend in with the crowd, but with your hair down, it's not that easy. Even if you try to cover your hair, you can feel people's curious gazes on you. But the worst ones are the burning gazes of the lords on you, some of them too lustful to be able to feel comfortable.

If you could, you would hide in the shadows, as usual, and observe them without being the centre of attention. You felt like a monkey in a circus or an exotic animal at an exhibition. The cold hand on your shoulder reminds you why you can't do this. You turn around to once again meet the na-baron's intense gaze today.

"You look good." He says as his eyes carefully scan the black latex dress with cutouts on the sides that reach down to your hipbones. "But I don't remember having that metal corset disguised as armour and that ridiculous chain veil sent to you along with the dress."

"I almost mistook this rag for a nightgown. I had to wear something on it. They think I'm your whore anyway; we don't have to prove it to them." You respond to his taunt and turn towards him. He is wearing black, formal armour, which is perfect as an official outfit.

"Do you find it scandalous to be my whore, little witch? Maybe even disgusting?" You meet his gaze to roll your eyes at him, at which he chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist. You don't like this closeness, but there's nothing you can do to push his hand off of you. You are in public. Such a gesture towards him would be equivalent to a death sentence.

"I see nothing... honourable or good in being anyone's whore, my na-baron." You say, gently moving away from him so as not to lean on him as much.

"Have you seen anything noteworthy?" He asks, unfazed by your trying to move away from him. He pulls you up, wrapping his arms around your waist tighter and making your back rest against his chest. His fingertips brush against the exposed skin, caressing your hipbone.

You frown, turning your head to look at him. He's never been so... clingy before. He always respected your personal space and never touched you. You blame it on his desire to tease his brother, who is staring at you intently from across the room, and you shift your gaze to the people present at the party.

"Several lords congratulated your brother. However, there are rumours and beliefs that he will not be up to the task. Some also believe that you will slit his throat before his ship leaves for Arrakis."

"This idea crossed my mind. If you hadn't brought this information to me earlier, you would probably have had to deal with making the public believe in his… tragic and sudden death from natural causes."

"Natural causes; I wish I could see that." You scoff, finishing your drink. You turn around, leaving his arms, and set your glass down on the table. When you turn to him again, he holds out his hand for you to take.

"You'll see if you don't entertain me. I'm bored, and looking at this smug idiot isn't helping my patience or my ability to restrain myself. Dance with me, my little witch."

"You're interrupting my work." You complain, taking his hand. He leads you to the dance floor and spins you around, pulling you tight against his chest. He holds you close to him, perfectly placing his steps and moving to the beat of the music. He is as fluid in dancing as he is in fighting. Flawless as always.

"I'm your work. You are my right hand; you meet all my needs. I don't think I need to remind you of that, do I?" He asks in challenge, taking your chin between his two fingers as he looks at you carefully. You only smile at him in a sweet, artificial way. He laughs, fully aware of how fake this act is, and drops your chin.

Over the years, you discovered that he liked it when you teased him and responded to his taunts with your own. Of course, only when no one could hear it, and not very often. He had a reputation to uphold. He couldn't afford for anyone to see his right-hand (wo)man mocking him. Unbeknownst to you, he found it adorable the way your eyes lit up whenever you did something mischievous.

"Of course not, my na-baron."

"Good." He nods at your words. He takes his eyes off you for a moment and focuses on something behind your shoulder. He leans down, his cheek brushing against yours. You shiver at the sudden closeness, his scent becoming more distinct as you inhale it wholeheartedly. It's captivating. Sweet. Intoxicating. Dangerous. Just like him. "Do you have your daggers?" His hot whisper reaches your ear. He's so close, you can almost feel his full lips brush against your earlobe.

"Yes, why?" You ask, perfectly masking the tremble in your voice. But you doubt whether you can hide from him how your heartbeat speeds up. You blame it on the adrenaline rush. Not fear caused by his proximity.

"It seems to me that you will soon have to prove to these imbeciles once again why I chose you to be my right-hand man." He explains as the song ends.

You feel him reluctantly release you from his embrace and take a step away from you. You turn around and see his brother walking towards you, his right hand following him, giving you a mischievous look and a lecherous, mocking smile when he sees your outfit. You straighten up, lifting your head proudly at the man in a similar position to yours. The difference between you was that you served the stronger Harkonnen. It would give you an inviolably higher position if, like them, you had a penis between your legs.

"Brother. You finally brought your pet to play with us." Rabban says, nodding to his brother. You feel a wave of disgust as his gaze lingers on you longer.

Feyd tenses, furious, as his brother's eyes are all on you. You wouldn't have noticed if his hand hadn't been on your hip bone a moment later, hiding some of your exposed skin from his brother's eyes. You wonder what his problem might be. After all, he chose this dress for you by himself.

"Be careful. She doesn't have a muzzle. I would prefer that no harm come to you before you go to Arrakis. She's got some pretty... sharp teeth." He says it condescendingly, pulling you closer to him. In a perfect world, you'd kick them both in the groin. Unfortunately, you don't have that luxury. You can only imagine putting these two pseudo-alpha males in their place. But how sweet these dreams are...

"What about a small competition? My man against yours? Let's see what this mysterious beauty that you keep hidden can really do." Rabban's right-hand man gives you a cocky, confident look. He plays with the dagger in his hand, making a poor show that was intended to intimidate you. You roll your eyes behind your metal chain veil and shift your gaze to Feyd. You are only subject to his orders. Not some weak, pathetic creatures.

"This party is already dead. Do you want to kill also YOUR pet?" Feyd mocks him, and you almost break your unflappable, emotionless attitude, barely holding back your laughter. Na-baron sees this and smiles to himself, rubbing circles with the pad of his thumb on your hipbone.

"Are you afraid that she won't heat your bed anymore?" Feyd narrows his eyes at him. You feel his fingertips dig painfully into your hip as he tries to keep himself from lunging at his brother with the blade. You know full well that the eyes of the lords, the baron, and most of the people at the party are turned towards you.

"I have no doubt whatsoever about the outcome of this little skirmish. She will just sweat unnecessarily. And I would rather have her in full strength tonight." He says it in a mocking tone, shifting his gaze towards you. He licks his lips and tightens his grip to make his lewd intentions towards you clear to the two men.

Despite his famous reputation, he never touched you. Giedi Prime society might have thought otherwise, but in the years you had served as his right-hand man, he had never once taken you to bed or had you entertain him at night. You appreciated it immensely, which is why you accepted such behaviour from him without batting an eyelid whenever you were in public. It was all a game to maintain the reputation he had built over the years. Or so you thought.

"Feyd, boy, release your pet. Let her entertain us." The baron's words interrupt any skirmish that might have developed between the brothers.

It was not uncommon at Giedi Prime parties for soldiers to fight against each other to entertain the crowd. You just didn't think that you would have to fight someone during your first official arrival at the party. Although you should have anticipated such an unexpected turn of events. The baron and Rabban would not miss the opportunity to find out how much you were really worth and why Feyd, out of all the talented soldiers, chose the Bene Gesserit as his right-hand man.

You send a quick glance at Feyd. He gives you a small nod, so you bow to the baron and prepare to fight. The crowd around you parts to form a circle. You feel people's excitement as you flip the metal chains from your face to your hair, revealing more of your face. You wrap the shawl around your hair, tying it tighter and making sure it won't get in the way of your fight.

You look at your opponent, who is also preparing, trying to spot any of his weak points before the fight even begins. Rabban says something in his ear, which causes the manly smile to grow. Feyd stands in front of you, blocking your view of them. You look into his steel blue eyes as he leans towards you.

"Don't hold back." He whispers in your ear, handing you his blade. "And finish it quickly. We have other things to do."

You nod at him. He walks away from you, sending a mocking smirk at your opponent. He spreads his arms, taking a few steps back, as if inviting him to try his hand at you. You feel the burning gaze of his eyes on your back as you position yourself in front of the man.

"Don't worry, witch. If I win, I won't kill you. It's a shame to waste such a pretty face. I wonder if you're as good as the rumours say. Your pussy must be good to keep the na-baron entertained for so long." He says, waiting for you to activate your shield. But you don't do this. You want to completely humiliate him and give everyone in the room a clear message about your power and that you didn't secure your place just by having a pretty face. The crowd cheers, but you think you can hear Feyd growl furiously amidst the shouts of approval.

"I doubt you'll have the chance to find out." You say, and without waiting for his next words, you attack.

After the first few attacks, you figure out his tactics. He is physically strong, it's true, but that's his only advantage. It attacks you in a learned way, repeating its patterns. You read him quickly and position yourself to use his strength and mass against him. You could have walked up to him a long time ago and slit his throat, but you know it would be much better if you had some fun with him. You will show that you have complete control over the course of this fight.

You dodge the man's punches, and after a few minutes, you quickly get bored when you once again manage to kick him and send him to his knees. You take advantage of the moment he gets up from the floor to glance at your na-baron. Feyd doesn't look happy with your introduction. Of course, you see his interested look and how he appreciates your skills, but he doesn't look at you like he usually does. He doesn't wait with bated breath for your next move, like the crowd around you does. You can tell from his face that he wants you to finish this as soon as possible. You frown, surprised that he of all people doesn't enjoy watching the fight. You wonder what the hell is wrong with him.

Your moment of inattention is, of course, immediately exploited by your opponent. You manage to fend off the man's blade, but not his kick, which sends you landing on your butt on the floor. You feel rage more than pain; you only see red when you hear the cocky laugh of the man you are fighting with. You're so focused on driving the blade into his body that you don't notice Feyd's angry look, the murder in his eyes, and the desire to rip your opponent apart with his own hands as you fall to the floor. And you certainly don't see the trembling of his hand, as he instinctively wanted to grab you and pull you safely behind him.

You strike once, quickly driving the blade into the man's stomach and leaving it there. You push him to his knees, push away the hand that holds the sword, and reach for the dagger hidden in the sleeve of your dress. You strike a second time, piercing his shoulder. You stick the second dagger into his hand and knock the weapon out of his hand, taking it from him. You grab the man's throat in a tight grip and tilt his head back. You lean over him, a mocking smirk on your face as he struggles to breathe.

"I didn't even take off my high heels." You mocked him as you slit his throat.

You smile victoriously as you decapitate him. His head rolls at your feet, blood splattering your dress and face as you breathe heavily. You sigh, feeling your heart pound in your chest, as you bow to the crowd surrounding you as they shout and applaud you. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Rabban's sour, angry expression. You kick the head of his right hand towards him and give him a small smirk. You stand upright as you meet the eyes of your na-baron.

And then you saw it. Hunger in his eyes. Pure lust and desire, as his pupils were wide and solemnly focused on you.

You knew that gaze. He only looked like that at things he really wanted. Only his favourite concubines got THAT look from him or a beautiful, precisely made weapon that fit perfectly in his hands. Usually he had that look in his eyes right after the great battle he won. He would lock himself with his concubines and then spend long hours in his chambers, giving himself completely to his primal instincts.

You shiver as he walks towards you, ignoring anything else in the room. He grabs you tightly by the throat, and, to the delight of the drunken crowd who are screaming madly with excitement after the show you had made, he kisses you.

It is hard, hungry, and passionate. His hand completely removes the metal chains and shawl that were covering your head, and he pulls you to him as close as possible. His grip on your hair and throat is tight as he demands that your mouth be opened for him by biting your lower lip. You moan involuntarily, causing his tongue to slip into your mouth, as he is exploring new territory with a zeal you've never seen from him.

He pulls away from you when you're completely out of breath. Your vision is blurry, your heart is pounding from the adrenaline of the fight, and you can only stare at him stupidly and blankly while trying to understand what just happened.

Your eyes widen as he licks his lips, lust still burning in his eyes as he takes in your panting form and swollen, red lips. A trickle of blood drips from your mouth after he bit into it a few minutes ago. As you taste your blood on your tongue, you realise the terrifying truth.

Feyd Rautha Harkonnen desired you.

Feyd strokes your neck, which is still in his tight grip. His eyes travel from your lips to your neck, to your collarbones, to the valley of your breasts, and to your hips, which were starting to bruise from how tightly he held them in the moments before your fight. Suddenly, everything starts to fall into place for you. His strange, unusual behaviour, the flirtatious comments, the long stares, and his more frequent attempts to hold you close to him and touch your exposed skin are starting to make sense.

You were screwed.

Completely and utterly fucked up.

You've been avoiding him since that night. More than any Reverend Mother or Bene Gesserit. Which was a very difficult task, considering how many things you had to do as his right hand.

But, luckily, you managed to avoid being alone with him. Of course, it couldn't last long. You knew him very well, and you knew that eventually he would try something and come for you. But you tried to deceive yourself by living the lie that his desire would pass and his concubines would effectively take care of him.

If he noticed your attempts to stay away from him, he never mentioned it. Of course, he chased after you when he saw you walking alone down the hall, but you never gave him a chance to catch up with you. He may have grown up here, but you knew the palace like the back of your hand. And all the nooks and crannies you could hide in from him.

So you actually managed not to get close to him for a very long time. Until it was time to train a unit of soldiers directly subordinate to him.

"Y/N!!!" You're sure all of Giedi Prime could have heard his scream. You sigh, calming down as you continue your walk to the arena. You step out into the black sun, carefully watching the men training. You walk up to him and bow to him.

"My lord na-baron." You say it politely, unfazed by the fact that he's practically seething with rage. You were more used to dealing with him like this than when he was horny... or worse, kind. You would turn on your shield if you knew it wouldn't make him fall over the edge and start murdering everyone he could.

"Take your blade. None of these piles of useless muscles know basic defensive moves. Look, you all! You have to learn this by the end of the day, or next time you will enter this arena as my opponent!" He walks over to one of them, probably to either stab him or adjust his position, leaving you to get ready. You tie your hair up so it doesn't bother you during a fight and choose your blade.

You gasp in surprise when you are suddenly pushed. You turn around quickly, trying to keep your balance as you face the na-baron. You move your hand to activate your shield, but his voice stops you:

"Don't. I have to show them how to do it. No shield." You know he's lying, and that's not why he doesn't want you to turn on your shield, but you don't say anything. You just nod and prepare to get into a defensive position.

He attacks you quickly. Very quickly. You've trained with him before, and you have to admit, he's never been this… brutal with you.

You go through different positions with him until you finally stop following the textbook fighting patterns and start fighting seriously. You keep up with his movements for a long time, blocking his blade with yours and dodging attacks that you have no physical ability to block, but he keeps pressing against you, not letting you rest or trying to return the favour with one of your attacks.

You gasp in surprise when he trips you, sending you to the ground. You block his swing at you with your blade and kneel in the sand, trying to get up, but he's pressing too hard against you with his sword for you to move. You use all your strength to push him away from you. Feyd growls, throwing his sword aside, and simply lunges at you. You're too shocked to do anything as he snatches the blade from your hand and sits on top of you.

You fight him, sending both of you rolling in the sand. Eventually, he gets impatient and wraps his hand around your throat. You take a hoarse breath as he blocks your airway. You grab his hand around your neck and try to pull it away. You dig your nails into his palm, but he remains unmoved, pinning you to the sand.

He leans closer to you, and you take the opportunity to wrap your hand around his neck. He laughs, showing you his black teeth as he practically lays on top of you. His erection presses hard against your thigh as he grinds against you, grunting as he too begins to feel the need for air... and something more. You see black spots in front of your eyes, and you feel tears welling up in your eyes as you struggle to breathe.

You let go of his neck completely, your hand falling next to your head, and you desperately try to use the remaining air to try and use your Bene Gesserit voice on him. But before you try to say anything, he loosens his grip so you can breathe, but his fingers are still lightly holding your neck.

Too busy breathing, you don't notice how he tilts his face towards you. Only when you feel his tongue on your neck do you realise how close he is to you. You freeze when he runs his tongue from your neck, from jaw to cheek, to taste your tears. You hear him moan softly. To confirm that your brain, stunned by lack of oxygen, didn't make it all up on its own, he rubs against you, and his hardness in his pants is clearly felt by you.

You just fucking hope he doesn't fuck you in front of those soldiers.

You meet his black eyes with yours. You shiver as he leans in, his bare chest pressed completely against you as he whispers into your ear.

"Damn you, witch... if you taste as sweet as your tears..." He growls. You feel dizzy, and you're not sure if it's because of the heat of the moment, the fact that he cut you off from oxygen for a while, or because you're overwhelmed by his scent and the warmth that radiates from the two of you.

You thank whoever is above you as he finally pulls away from you and stands up. He gives you his hand and helps you stand on your two feet. The soldiers obediently look at the ground, not daring to face the na-baron's gaze. You swallow hard, pulling your hand from his grasp.

Feyd barks orders at them, herding them back to training. You breathe a sigh of relief when he stops paying attention to you. You use your shawl to wipe his saliva and your sweat from your neck. You take your blade and are about to leave the arena to do the rest of your duties. But a tight grip on your wrist stops you. You tense up and turn around to face him again.

"Y/N." He murmurs, watching you carefully. You're sure that bruises are starting to appear on your neck from his tight squeeze. "Come to my chambers tonight." A cold shiver runs through you, but all you can do is nod and watch his retreating figure as he leaves to continue the training.

You hoped he didn't mean what you thought he meant by that... invitation. Otherwise, this could be your last night on Giedi Prime or the last night of your life. You're not sure yet.

For the first time, you feel fear as you walk to his chambers. He had called for you at such times before, but it never occurred to you that he wanted to do with you something else than discuss with you matters that were related to the Giedi Prime Court, the baron's plans, or other political matters and plots.

You shudder, wondering what might be waiting behind that door. You saw the condition in which some of his concubines left him. You didn't want to become one of them; you didn't want to be reduced to being his lover. It was fine as it was. You felt very good as his shadow, ears, and eyes. You liked conspiring together with him, making plans, and that hrill each time you managed to take down the enemies that were standing in your way. He was supposed to be your savior, not your persecutor. Were you that naive from the beginning, or has everything started going to shit recently?

The guards let you through without saying a word. With your heart pounding, you enter his chambers.

He's sitting on the bed. His harpies finish taking off his clothes, and at first you want to back away, but as soon as his gaze meets yours, you freeze. Feyd snaps at one of them. She hands him a glass of his wine while the others look at you furiously.

"Leave." He tells them, never taking his eyes off you. The women look at each other, not wanting to leave him, especially leave him alone with you. You guess that if it weren't for Feyd's presence, they would have attacked you long ago, trying to eat you before their master got a chance to touch you. Disgust arouses in you as you think that you may be soon reduced to their role and turned into one of them. "I said something." He growls at them, shifting his gaze from you to give them an angry glare.

The harpies are going out obediently, but they are not wasting an opportunity to hiss at you as they pass you to get to the exit. You hear one of them scream in pain as Feyd suddenly throws a knife at them right before they close the door behind them.

You were more used to his brutal reflexes than to his tender gestures. You actually preferred him being aggressive more. At least you could have predicted his movement. That's why you didn't even blink when he threw a blade at his pets.

"You wanted to see me." You start when you are alone. If you could impress him with anything other than your fighting skills and the ability to obtain various information by staying in the shadows, it would be that you never showed fear or insecurity. At least not to those who don't know you. Almost no one could read you. Almost.

However, Feyd saw that you were behaving differently. But he was tired of controlling himself around you. He couldn't do it anymore after tasting your lips, tasting your skin mixed with tears, and feeling your curves press against him. He wanted more. Much more than he ever got from you. And he was going to take it, whether you wanted it or not. He won't go crazy with lust for you... or at least not with as much longing for you each night as he used to.

"I did..." He stands up, and you're grateful he's at least wearing underwear as he walks over to his bar and pours a second glass of wine. He hands it to you and taps it with his own. He takes a few sips and looks at you. After a while, he sits down on his bed again and swirls his glass, playing with the remains of the wine. "Baron wants me to find a wife." He announces calmly, staring at you intently as he finishes his wine with one big sip.

You almost choke on your drink. You place your glass on the table and meet the careful gaze of his cold, blue eyes. You feel yourself starting to get hot with nerves.

"I beg you pardon?" You ask, still reeling from the shock of this sudden information.

"He wants me to find a broodmare who will bear my heirs since I am getting close to the appropriate age." He repeats, standing up gracefully. He approaches you, his steps slow and measured, as if he were approaching his prey in an arena. And for a moment, that's exactly how you feel. But you show no fear or any other emotion as he stops a few inches in front of you. You straighten up, your muscles tensing as you think about any answer.

"I… I can make the necessary preparations and check which high families…"

"Strip." He orders you. His tone is hoarse, leaving no room for any objection. He talks just as if he were asking you to pass him the dagger rather than to stand naked in front of him. As if it was an order he carried out every day and something you should be used to following.

"What?" You ask stupidly, unable to process what he said to you in your head.

"Have you gone deaf? Undress. Take your clothes off." He repeats mockingly. He crosses his arms, takes a few steps back, and leans against the wooden post of his bed as he watches you carefully, waiting for you to either obey his order or openly disobey him, giving him the opportunity to punish you... as if he even needed a reason to do so.

"My na-baron, I..."

"Exactly, Y/N. I am your na-baron. So follow my order. Now. I'm not in the mood for our games. You think I haven't noticed you've been playing hide-and-seek lately? I have given much worse punishments for such disobedience and attempts at self-indulgence. Take your clothes off, or I'll rip them from you."

For a moment, there is a deathly silence in his chambers. Only your breathing can be heard as you try to find any way out of this situation. But you can't think of anything. Your mind is empty, your hands are shaking a little, and all you can do is look at him, silently begging him to change his mind. A frown of impatience appears on his forehead, and you know you have to do something before he gets irritated and cuts you with one of his blades.

You sigh softly as you reach for the laces of your shirt. You take your time, slowly untying your bindings. Feyd devours every bit of skin you expose to him, and you swear you hear him hold his breath as your shirt lands on the floor. You get out of your shoes and socks very slowly.

Luckily, he doesn't comment on it and lets you get out of his clothes at your own pace. He knows he will win anyway. Tonight, he will finally stop playing cat and mouse with you and put his hands on what is rightfully his. So he savours every moment, making a plan in his head for what he will do to you tonight for this small act of rebellion.

He licks his lips as you stand in front of him in nothing but black underwear. His eyes take in your every curve, skin lesions, and scars that mark your warrior body. Oh yes. He was going to enjoy this night and finally unwrap his early birthday present.

"Good girl. You know where the bathroom is, right?" Without waiting for your response, he goes there, expecting you to follow him.

You swallow hard. You're glad that at least you managed to stay in your underwear and that you're not completely naked in front of him. You get out of your pile of clothes and leisurely follow him to the bathroom.

As soon as you enter, the door closes itself behind you. You sigh, the sweet smell of bath salts reaching your nostrils. But you don't feel so relaxed when the coolness of the bathroom and the black marble you stand barefoot on make you shiver and your nipples harden.

The na-baron's dark chuckle catches your attention. He's in a large, black bathtub, his hands resting on its edges as he enjoys the warm water, watching you closely, a spark of amusement shining in his icy blue eyes. He looks like a vulture waiting for the best moment to kill his prey.

"It had been a long day. Join me." He says, lifting his hand for you to take and step into the tub.

Having no choice, you obediently reach for his hand and release it as quickly as you can, sitting on the other side of the bathtub with your legs tucked under you so as not to accidentally touch him. He laughs, shaking his head in amusement.

"Not so far, my little mouse. Closer. I won't bite… well, not yet."

"I'm not a mouse." You snap at him. If you're going to die, at least die with dignity. Blinded by your anger at him, you sit on his lap before you can think it through. It's only his hardness pressing against your ass that makes you realize what a mistake you've made. You don't show your discomfort, though; you even lean against his chest, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

He laughs softly, wrapping his arms around you just as the skin of your back meets his chest. You feel like you're in a cage, even though he's trying to calm you down by lazily drawing patterns on the skin of your arms. Your underwear soaks up the water and sticks to you, making you feel even more uncomfortable.

"Hand me my dagger."

You much prefer receiving such orders from him. You get up from the bathtub to get away from him for a moment, but he stops you by grabbing your hips tightly. He shakes his head and nods towards the dagger, which is literally at his fingertips. You bite your lip, keeping yourself from talking back at him, and reach for the weapon, handing it to him. You do this carefully, not wanting to cut the skin of your fingertips with the very sharp blade.

He cuts through the fabric of your bra with surgical grace. You gasp in outrage but don't move, knowing full well that you are only millimetres away from him taking your blood. You don't have to turn around to know he's smiling cockily as he traces the tip of his dagger across your skin to your panties.

"You know I can take it off by myself?" You ask as he traces patterns with the tip of his dagger on your stomach, around your navel. You hold your breath as he rests his chin on your shoulder and pulls you closer to him, rubbing against your still-clothed ass. You learn the hard way that the rumours about his... greatness were true.

"You had your chance at the beginning, now it's my turn. You're lucky that I'm not taking it off of you with my teeth anyway." He growls in your ear. You shiver as he presses a wet kiss on your shoulder, peppering kisses on your skin, down to your neck, and down to your jawbone before he rests his chin on your shoulder again.

"Sorry for interrupting your fun, my na-baron." You growl as he hooks the tip of his dagger against the fabric of your panties.

"No worries; you will compensate me in another way." He says, cutting your panties. He throws them behind him and lazily presses the dagger against your jawbone, forcing you to turn your head to look at him.

You meet his blue eyes with yours. His irises are practically non-existent, giving way entirely to his dilated, black pupils. He stares at you hungrily, licking his lips. He looks lost and indecisive, as if he didn't know what to do first.

His other hand, the one not holding the dagger pressed against your neck and jaw, explores your body, caressing your skin as if it were some kind of precious silk. You sigh as he cups your breast, which, of course, fits perfectly in his hand. You want to punch him in the face, but the dagger at your throat reminds you that one wrong move could cost you dearly. So you take his hand in yours instead, stopping him from over-exploring.

"You know... I tried to stay away from you. From the first moment I saw you... fighting with those daggers of yours... you're not as graceful in dancing as you are with them in your hands, taking down all your enemies. But you are Bene Gesserit. I know you're dangerous. So damn dangerous... if I were anyone else, you'd use your voice on me and tell me to castrate myself. Or you could make me magically disappear by throwing myself off some tall tower just because I thwarted your plans or looked at you wrong. Surprised? You may live in the shadows, my little witch, but I won't miss anything you do. You know I have trouble controlling myself... so how can I do that when you're so damn irresistible? The fact that I've endured all these years and not gotten close to you the way I wanted—the way I dreamed so many times at night—is quite a success, don't you think?"

He massages your breast, playing with it. You bite your lip, holding back a moan as he pinches your nipple. He leans closer to you, pressing his nose against your neck and inhaling your scent deeply. He removes his hand from your breast and moves your connected body along your body. You gasp, tightening your grip on his as he brushes your clit gently with his fingertip.

"I… I should go." You mumble, squirming in his grip, which is, of course, pointless and only makes him groan in pleasure as your ass rubs against his hard, leaking member.

"Stay. You won't oppose your na-baron, will you?" The bastard knows well that you won't openly oppose him, and he uses it as best he can. He moves your joined hands to his length, forcing you to wrap your hand around him. He hisses, pressing the blade closer to your throat and tightening his grip on your hand as he guides yours along his length the way he wants. "Your skin is so soft… and that beautiful hair that you needlessly hide… you don't know how many times I imagined pulling you by it." He mumbles into your neck. The hand with the dagger now presses against your chest, only causing your heart to beat much faster. A wave of heat washes over you, your traitorous pussy clenching desperately as you hear his moans in your ear.

"Feyd..." You moan as his hand releases yours and works at your desperate pussy. He growls, feeling the warmth of your walls around his fingers and the wetness he caused. You remove your hand from his member and tighten your grip on his hand, trying to push him away from your private parts in a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation.

"Don't fight. Just give yourself to me, Y/N. Let me show you how much you've lost while trying to hide yourself from me in your shadows…" He growls, pressing the tip of the dagger to your nipple. You freeze, moaning as he becomes stiffened by the sheer movement of his blade.

He bites into your neck, making you moan loudly and throwing your head back. He licks and sucks your neck, rubbing his painfully hard cock against your pussy. The water splashes around you, some of it spilling out of the tub due to his sudden movements. A few inches deeper, and he would have slammed into you, bisecting you with his huge cock, which stood ready for you from the moment he saw you in your underwear.

"Can you feel it? Can you feel what you're doing to me? How hard I am because of you? It's like this every time you hand me my blade, perfectly balanced and sharpened, every time you meet all my needs without even communicating with me, you just know what I want by looking at me, my little witch. So tell me, who is a better partner for me than my right hand? Who can I trust more than you? Who should I fuck, full of my heirs, if not you?"

You don't respond; you can't find any words as your brain desperately tries to shout out the pleasure he's giving you and force you to resist him. Unsuccessfully. The warmth of the water, his body, his scent, and his precise, deliberate movements cut off your thoughts. Feyd is practically salivating at the sight of you so lost in lust and desire as he witnesses you lose control for the first time.

He throws away the dagger, which falls with a crash onto the marble floor. Neither of you care as he grabs your hips and, in one smooth, quick movement, turns you around so you can face him.

You only have time to draw in a quick breath before he demands your mouth. You moan into his lips as he kisses you with the same passion and intensity as he did a few weeks ago at the party after you won the fight. You try to pull away from him, but he holds you tightly, placing his hands on your back as he presses you against him. You don't stand a chance against his strength. You can resist him, but you know it won't be long before you collapse from exhaustion. You bite his lip until you draw blood, which only causes him to groan and have him grind against you, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance.

You gasp as he leaves your lips for a while and pulls your hair, exposing your throat to him so he can mark it even more. He sucks on your skin, littering it with hickeys as you feel him slowly move, positioning himself beneath you so that his member presses against the entrance of your pussy.

And just as he's about to join your bodies, to make you two one, to feel your hot, wet, tight walls around him, there's a knock on the bathroom door.

This time, he's the one who freezes, tightening his hold on you. You feel like he's making sure he hasn't misheard or imagined it in this heated moment between you, but when the knocking sounds a second time, he realises it's real.

You pray with gratitude for the soul of the fool who dared to interrupt him, because you know that even if it were something important, he would not live to see the morning.

"What?!" He growls furiously, not letting you go, not letting you move an inch from him, still believing that he can quickly get rid of the intruder and go back to ravaging you, maybe even fucking you while he talks to whoever is standing in front of that damned door. Though Feyd preferred to be fully focused on you when he took you for the first time. However, he was convinced that if he didn't feel you around him soon, he would go crazy. He is so close... all he had to do was push a little more...

"My lord na-baron. The Baron wants to see you. It's very important."

You see pure rage bubbling in his eyes. He growls, shifting you from his lap as he stands up. You look down as you see all of him very clearly, especially what you were exposed to a few moments ago. He throws a towel at you, and you automatically catch it. He wraps one around his waist before he comes back to you again and grabs your throat. He gives you a crazy, passionate kiss, stroking your neck and appreciating the marks he made before pulling away from you.

"We'll come back to it, little witch." He leaves you with that promise, closing the door behind him with a bang.

You hear him shouting something at his harpies, and you shudder at the thought of having to walk past them to get out of here. You lean back against the tub, still sitting in the now-cold water, as you slowly process everything that happened.

You succeeded this time, but you know you won't be so lucky next time. You could either accept... your new responsibilities and his expectations of you, or you could try to break free from him, risking your life.

It was a decision to be made in the privacy of your own chambers. For now, you let yourself lie in the cool water, fully aware that if you weren't interrupted now, he would fuck you silly, likely planting his seed inside you.

You ran away from the Bene Gesserit with him because you didn't want to be a whore, a vessel for their crazy breeding plan. Apparently, you just changed the owner of your womb. You had to do something if you didn't want to end up as originally intended—as the mother of the future Kwisatz Haderach.

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Kinktober Day 18 - Corruption with Suguru Geto (cult leader)

contains: nsfw content: (mdni), fempov, piv (unprotected), creampie, mentions of getting reader pregnant, oral (receiving & giving), slight manipulation? v brief guided masturbation, v brief spit swallowing, calls reader dove, consensual

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a/n: a little slow burn before the smut

The only sound in the room was that of candles burning up on the altar. Incense heavy in the air seemed to fog up your mind the longer you were breathing it in. You knelt before the stage where Suguru usually stood. In your mind, your eyes set on his image looming over you-royal and imposing.

But it wasn't your imagination of him that held your attention; it was the real Suguru, standing behind you, watching.

"You've been devoted," his voice cut through the quiet, rich and smooth. "Faithful."

Your heart stuttered in your chest at the sound of his praise, but the fear-that had always simmered beneath the awe-remained. Suguru Geto was no ordinary man. To you, he was a saviour. His voice, his teachings had shown you a path to a better world. He'd lifted you from a world full of ignorance and weakness. And you were his now-fully and completely.

"I live to serve you, Mr Geto" you whispered, your voice trembling under the weight of your devotion.

His hand came to rest on the back of your neck, his fingers cool against your skin. The touch was soft, but you knew it was no gesture of affection. It was a reminder. A reminder of the power he had over you. A reminder that you were his.

"And that's what I love about you," he whispered, his hand on the back of your head angling you so you looked up at him. His face was angelic, yet terrifyingly shadowed by his past. "So innocent. So… pure."

The way he said it sent a shiver down your spine; eyes glinted darkly-the look in them far from benevolent. You swallowed hard, not daring to break his gaze.

"You've followed my every word," he continued, his thumb brushing your cheek in a mockery of tenderness. "Listened so well. But you still cling to that part of yourself that resists. That innocent part that fears me."

Your breath hitched in your throat. Fear? You didn't fear him—did you? You told yourself that, the flutter of anxiety in your chest, the shakiness of your breath wasn't fear, but awe and reverence. He was your leader. Your saviour. You'd give him anything, do anything for him. And yet, when he touched you like this, when he spoke to you in that low, possessive tone, a small part of you shook.

"I am not afraid of you," you said softly, your tone almost pleading. You would never want him to think that you were unworthy. Not when you had your entire life dedicated to him.

His lips curled into a smile, but it wasn't kind. "No?" His hand tightened in your hair, pulling you up to your feet with a sharp tug. You gasped in pain, but he silenced you with a single dangerous glance. "You're lying to me."

You shook your head quickly, heart racing as you tried to find your voice. "No, I-”

"You should fear me," he growled low, nearly a tease. "You should fear what I'm capable of, what I could make you into."

Your legs went weak as he pulled you closer, his eyes never leaving yours. The possessiveness in his grasp was unyielding now. "But that's what I love about you," he whispered, his heated breath dancing over your face. "That's what makes you different from the others."

He smiled again, and this time, it was full of malice. "You're still mine to break.”

A cold chill ran down your spine. You had never doubted him, never questioned his teachings, his will. But there was something in his words tonight that did unsettle you. There was something darker than you'd ever seen before and it made you realise just how powerless you were before him.

"What do you want?" you whispered, unable to hide the fear this time in your tone

Suguru's eyes darkened, a smile spreading across his face as if he had been waiting for just that question. "I want to corrupt you.”

Corrupt? He had always talked of purity, and of cleansing the world of weakness and raising his followers. But now… this? It didn’t make sense…yet, with his gaze boring into your eyes with an intensity that made you shrink beneath him, so small and insignificant, you knew he meant it.

"You see," he whispered, drawing closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, "Innocence is a flaw. It's a weakness. And I hate weakness more than anything, you know this."

You wanted to speak, to protest, to tell him that you were not weak. You were loyal, devoted, but your words clung precariously to the base of your throat, choking on the budding panic in your chest. You were helpless under his gaze, under his control.

"But don't worry dove," he continued, his voice soft, almost soothing. "I'll fix that. I'll take that innocence from you. I'll mould you and when I’m done… you'll be something far more perfect. You'll be mine. Entirely."

His fingers slid downwards, tracing along your throat. It was as if he was making you aware of his ownership of you, marking you as his. "You've given me everything," he said, his lips now brushing against your skin. "But there's still one part of you that resists, that fears. That's the part I'm going to destroy."

"You love me, right?" he whispered, and his lips brushed the skin just beneath your ear; his voice was dripping with dark amusement. The hand on the side of your throat pressed, just enough that your pulse raced beneath his fingers.

You swallowed and tried to steady your breathing. "Yes," you whispered, though the word came out shaky, uncertain. You had loved him-or at least, you had thought you did. Your whole life had wrapped itself around him, your devotion a shining beacon that led you through every action, every thought. Yet standing here, shaking at his touch, with his malignant promises of corruption echoing through your mind, you wondered whether it was love that had ever tied you to him.

“Say it," Suguru said, his fingers closing that much tighter around your throat, his voice silky smooth. There was a shine in his eyes, something almost feral, carnivorous.

"I… I love you, Suguru," you stuttered, the words sounding empty as they fell from your lips. But it was what he wanted to hear. It was what you'd told yourself every night you'd gone to your knees in prayer before him. Your saviour. Your god.

He hummed low in his throat; the smile on his lips was cruel, darkened by the obsession that seemed to twist inside him like a coiling snake. "Good," he murmured, "Because love, my dear, is sacrifice."

His hand had moved from your throat, and for one moment, you felt this flicker of relief. Though it was short-lived, as he grasped your wrist and tugged you nearer. Flickering candlelight caught in his eyes and the gleam in them made his eyes look like that of a devil.

"What, my dove, is the greatest sacrifice you could make for me?" he asked, liltingly, coaxing you into answering.

You stared wide-eyed up at him as he leaned down, his lips so close to yours as he spoke the answer.

"Yourself."

The word hung in the air like poison, soaking into your brain. Yourself. He didn't just want your love or your faith; he wanted to consume you, strip away the last remnants of who you were until there was nothing left but his creation. A puppet moulded and broken to fit his twisted vision of perfection.

You shuddered, the cold realisation settling over you like a mantle. Yet even then, you could not bring yourself to draw away, could not refuse him. He was everything in your world. Somewhere, deep inside, there was a part of you that knew he had started peeling your innocence away layer by layer, over a long period of time. Tonight was merely the consummation of all that.

Suguru's eyes lingered on yours, his hand clenching around your wrist in a firm-but-not-painful grip. He could feel the shake of your body, the rapid thrum of your pulse beneath his fingers. And he knew that despite the fear which had taken root inside you, something deeper still resided.

Longing.

He didn't have to coax that out of you. It had always been there beneath the surface. You were trapped in his grasp from the very moment you'd first laid eyes on him. Drawn to him in ways you didn't fully understand. His approval, his attention-it was like air. Necessary. Life-giving.

And he knew it. He always had.

"You've been so so loyal," Suguru murmured, softening the sharp edge of cruelty and giving way to something more dangerous, something almost sweet. His thumb traced lazy circles over the back of your hand, a contrast to the possessive grip he still held on your wrist. "So eager to please me. To earn my favour."

Your breath caught in your throat, the ripple of warmth emanating from his words and spreading into your chest. You really didn't want to admit how much it affected you, how much you yearned for his praise. But that was just a fact. You had lived for those moments when he would give you even the tiniest glimpse of approval. A look, a word, a fleeting touch-it was all you needed to feel whole.

“Suguru" you whispered, your voice quiet, but you knew he had heard you.

His lips curled in a slow, pleased smile, and for a moment, his grasp on your wrist loosened, his fingers stroking down your arm in a way that made your skin tingle. "You want my praise, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and velvety, drawing the truth out of you that you'd been trying so hard to suppress. "You want to hear me say that you've made me proud. That you've pleased me."

Your heart was racing, and the intensity in his gaze forbade concealing it. You nodded, barely able to breathe. "Yes," you confessed, the words tumbling out before you were able to restrain them. "I want to please you.”

"Of course you do," he purred, his hand sliding to rest on your waist now, pulling you that much closer until there was barely anything between your bodies anymore. "You live for it. You live for me.”

Like a hook, his words dug deep and dragged with them the raw need that built inside of you over the time you’d know him. You did live for him. For his approval-for his attention. His praise. You wanted it more than anyone else did.

"I do," you whispered, voice shaking but earnest. There was no longer any point in hiding it. "I live for you, Suguru."

His hand tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him now, the heat of his breath enticing against your ear as he leaned in. "Good girl," he whispered, the praise fuelling something inside you you no longer could deny.

The way those words had tumbled from his lips sent a thrill coursing through your veins. You'd made him proud. You'd earned his approval, his love, and in that one instant, nothing else mattered.

"I've always known you would give me everything," Suguru continued, his lips brushing the side of your neck now. "Because you need me, don't you?"

You swallowed, your pulse fluttering madly beneath the touch. "I do," you admitted, hardly recognising the sound of your own voice. It was desperate, yearning. But it was the truth. You needed him like the air to breathe, like the earth below your feet to keep you standing.

"And you'll give me everything," Suguru whispered, his hand sliding up your back now, to cradle your neck as he tilted your head just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, consuming, and you were helpless to do anything but fall into them. "Because I am all you need."

The words fell like a spell over you, and you knew in that moment how true they sounded. Suguru had become your entire world, the centre of your universe, and you would do anything-anything-to keep that light shining on you.

"I am yours," you whispered, the words tumbling out like a vow. "I'll give you everything.”

A smirk spread across Suguru's face, and you thought you caught a glitter of satisfaction in his eyes. He had you completely and now he would mould you into something that was perfect. Something that only belonged to him.

"Of course you will," he whispered, moving his lips over yours, soft and barely touching, just a promise of the corruption yet to come. "Because there is nothing else for you, my dove. Nothing but me."

And as his lips finally captured yours in a possessive, claiming kiss, you realised just how far you had fallen. There was no going back, no escaping the gravity of his control.

But when his praise, his touch, and his presence wrapped completely around you, you no longer wanted to. You had been waiting for this moment-longing for it. And now, there was no turning back. You were his-in body, in soul, in every fragment of your being.

The kiss was slow, as if he relished this instant-the taste of your submission. His mouth against yours was possessive as his tongue sought entrance past your lips. You parted them just enough as you kissed him back with all the desperation you'd locked inside, the yearning beneath your devotion, and the need to be wholly his.

He slowly pulled away, his breath mingled with yours, the closeness chasing thoughts of anything but him. His thumb brushed over your swollen lips, his dark eyes glittering with satisfaction, as if he could feel with certainty the way your world had already shifted, how you'd already begun to break under the weight of your love for him.

"There's nothing nicer than to see a person so devoted, so in favour of belonging to me," Suguru whispered; his voice husky. "And you-" he continued, seemingly musing over his next words as his gaze raked over your face, drinking in how you trembled for him. "You're the most precious of them all."

Your chest tightened at his words, the praise filling those hollow parts of you that once felt empty. You were precious to him. He saw you. He wanted you. There was nothing else you needed to hear, nothing else you desired but to serve him, be whatever he wished you to be. The fear and the doubt was already slipping away, replaced with an all-consuming need to prove yourself worthy of his love.

"I’ll do whatever it takes," you whispered, your voice low and firm, your gaze fixed upon him with such regard it almost bordered on obsession. "Whatever to make you proud."

Suguru's gaze was dangerous, but you didn't shrink from it, even as he silently ordered you back on your knees. You leaned into the darkness, dying to have the feeling of his control wrap tighter around you. The tips of his fingers trailed down the side of your face; deceptively gentle, his eyes held a promise of something far more sinister.

"I know you will," he said, his voice making a shiver run down your spine. "You'll become exactly what I want you to be. Pure. Perfect. Mine."

His fingers curled under your chin, his firm touch tilting your head back to meet his gaze once more, and something in the way he looked at you was intoxicating. Like he could already envision how he was going to reshape and mould you into more, into something that was his alone.

"You're so beautiful when you break," Suguru murmured, his lips ghosting over your skin again and sending a wave of heat over your body. "When you give in to me completely."

You swallowed, the weight of his words settling over you like a heavy blanket. And yet, the fear that should have accompanied them was nowhere to be found. Instead, all you felt was anticipation. A dark thrill ran through you at the thought of what he might do next, how he might strip away the last vestiges of your old self and rebuild you in his image.

Suguru slowly moved away from you. You shivered at the loss of his contact, your body instinctively craving his warmth, for the weight of his presence. You remained kneeling, your eyes wide with anticipation, your breathing shallow as you waited for him to make his move.

He looked down at you, his face nearly angelical, save for something behind his gaze-a hunger that seemed to grow the more he watched you. A soft smile tugged at his lips, and the sight of it made your chest tighten with anticipation. You wanted more; you needed more of his approval, more of his praise. Being under his gaze, beneath him, felt like the only place you belonged.

"You're so eager to please," Suguru says, low and teasing, his eyes trailing over your form on your knees before him. "So desperate to please me."

Suguru took in the sight of you, kneeling there, so desperate to please him. His hand moved with languorous deliberation, his thumb stroking across your lips and sending your heartbeat racing. The touch was deceptively soft, almost gentle, but you knew better than to believe its softness. His power, his control over you, was in every stroke of his fingers.

You instinctively parted your lips for him, the need to submit-to give him what he wanted-overwhelming any sense of hesitation.

His thumb slipped past your lips, pressing against your tongue in a possessive, almost casual gesture. You closed your lips around it, your gaze never leaving his while you followed without question, the taste of him on your tongue.

"There you go," he whispered, his voice soft, yet with that undercurrent of control which ran shivers down your spine. "You know your place, don't you?"

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, the dominance in his chest making you feel small and helpless but treasured in a way only he knew how. His thumb slid out languidly, dragging across your lower lip before his hand splayed over your jaw, catching your face and holding it in place as he tilted your chin up to force you to meet his gaze.

"Look at you," he said, his eyes raking over your face in dark satisfaction. "So willing. So obedient."

Your body trembled with anticipation, desperate for more of his praise. You'd give him anything, give him everything if it kept you in his good favour, kept that twisted look of affection in his eyes.

"I've trained you well," Suguru continued as his thumb stroked along your jaw-line - light, yet commanding.

Suguru’s hand moves from your jaw to the back of your head. The motion is sudden, possessive, and it sends a jolt of both fear and excitement through you, your pulse quickening. He tilts your head at an angle, exposing the vulnerable stretch of your neck, and the chill of the air against your skin makes you shiver. He leans down momentarily, his breath hot as it skims over your throat, lingering close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from him, but he doesn’t touch you—yet.

“You’re mine,” Suguru whispers, his voice dangerously low, each word sliding over your skin like silk. His lips brush your ear, sending a thrill through you that leaves you breathless. “Body, mind, and soul. I own every part of you.”

His words pierce through you, both terrifying and exhilarating. The truth in them is undeniable, and you can feel your heart pounding wildly in response.

Suguru’s grip tightens in your hair as he pulls your head downward with unyielding pressure, guiding you into position right above his crotch. The roughness of the action ignites something in you, a deeper surrender. He presses your cheek against the hard outline of his cock straining beneath his robes, the heat of his arousal palpable even through the fabric. The weight of it against your face makes your breath hitch, and desire swells within you.

“Show me your devotion,” Suguru commands, his voice laced with lust. “Prove to me how much you crave to please me.”

Without hesitation, your fingers tremble as they work to free him from the confines of his robes. The fabric gives way, and your breath catches at the sight of him—thick, hard, and aching for your attention. A primal need floods your senses and the desire to please him is overwhelming.

You take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling delicately over the sensitive tip. Suguru’s low groan vibrates through the air, his hips shifting slightly as he presses further into your mouth. His hand remains firm in your hair, controlling the rhythm, dictating your pace. He’s pushing you to take more, to take him deeper, and you oblige, wanting nothing more than to feel his approval wash over you like a reward.

“Good girl,” Suguru rasps, his voice strained with pleasure. “Take it all. Show me just how badly you want to worship me.”

His words drive you, and you moan around him, the vibrations sending shudders through his body. You push yourself to take him deeper, feeling the stretch of your throat as he fills you completely. Every movement, every sound you make is for him, to satisfy his desires. His hand tightens, guiding you, forcing you to match the pace he sets as he rocks his hips against your face, thrusting deeper with each pass.

“I’m going to corrupt you-,” he growls, his eyes dark with lust as they bore into you. “I’ll make you mine in every way imaginable, and you’ll love every moment of it.”

His hips grind against you with growing urgency, his control slipping. The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air, and the idea of complete corruption—of being consumed by him—makes your pulse race with both dread and desire. His next words cut through the haze of pleasure, dripping with promise.

“If you’re lucky,” he murmurs, his voice dark and seductive, “I might even make you my wife. Can you imagine it? Bound to me forever, carrying my children, serving me in every way.”

The image of being his wife—of belonging to him in the most permanent way possible—sends a shiver through your body. The thought is intoxicating, and you redouble your efforts, your mouth working faster, more eagerly. You want to prove yourself worthy of his offer, to show him that you are willing to give him everything.

“That’s it,” he praises, his voice rough as his control slips further. “Keep going. Show me how much you want it.”

Your fingers gently run up his thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles as he fights to maintain his composure. His grip on you tightens, and his hips jerk forward more insistently. You can feel his growing urgency, the way his body tenses as you take him deeper, your throat constricting around him.

“You’re learning so quickly,” Suguru groans, his voice low and strained. “I knew you’d be the perfect disciple, the perfect vessel for my desires.”

His praise sends another surge of heat through you, and you push yourself further, taking him to the very edge. His breath comes faster now, more ragged, and his muscles quiver under your touch. His dark eyes remain locked on you, watching as you worship him with your tongue, trailing kisses along his cock.

“Look at you,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “So devoted. You were made for this—made to be mine.”

Your free hand reaches up to cup his balls, massaging them gently, and his reaction is immediate. His hips jerk forward, and a guttural moan escapes him as the added stimulation pushes him closer to the edge.

"Fuck," Suguru groans, his breath hitching. "You're going to make me come."

You take him deeper, intent on pushing him over the edge. The sound of your mouth working around his cock and his gasps and groans fill the room. When you pull back to take his balls into your mouth, his control shatters and he lets out a raw, primal sound, his body trembling as he teeters on the brink of release.

"That's it," he pants, his voice hoarse. "Worship me. Show me how desperate you are for my approval."

You suck harder, the taste of his skin flooding your senses, and you know he's close. His hips surge against you in a desperate need, his fingers yanking your hair taut as he loses himself to the pleasure. You're giving him everything, lost to his power, and in one blinding moment, you know you can't turn back. You are his-completely, utterly, and irrevocably.

"Shit—" Suguru groans, his voice tight and shaking with pleasure. "Don't stop. Keep going, just like that."

The fervor in his command pushes you further, spurring you to redouble your efforts. Your tongue traces slow, deliberate circles around the length of his shaft as you bob your head, taking him as deep as your throat will allow. Wet sounds from your mouth working around him echo through the room, mixing with the sharp gasps and moans that escape him. Every single one of his sounds furthers you ahead and feeds your longing to give him everything.

Suddenly he yanks you off his cock with a quick, hard jerk. You gasp for air, chest rising and falling as you look up at him, hot and wanting. His breathing is ragged, eyes aflame with lust as he holds your gaze.

"Wan' paint that pretty face" he pants, his voice hoarse with desire.

His hand closes firmly around his cock, stroking it with quick, practised movements. You sit back on your heels and watch, awed, as his body tightens, muscles in his abdomen flexing with every stroke. The tension builds inside him, and you can feel the air between you thicken in anticipation. Suguru's eyes don't leave yours, dark and hungry, as he presses himself closer to the edge.

With a low growl, his body shudders and he reaches that climax, his cum spilling hot and thick across your face. The warmth of it drips down your cheeks, marking you as his. The sensation is electric, sending a pulse of arousal straight through you. You sit still, chest heaving, your face flushed and slick with the evidence of his desire.

Suguru looks down at you, the deep satisfaction and possession written into his features making you feel the weight of his gaze as he is taking you in-marked by him, claimed by him. You know in that one instant you have finally become his, and something inside you clicks, turning in place, sealing the two of you together.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Suguru leans forward, wiping some of his release from your cheek with his fingers. The touch is intimate, almost tender, as he smears the cum across your skin, his fingers brushing the curve of your lips. Without needing to be told, you part your lips, allowing him to press his finger inside. Your tongue instinctively swirls around his finger, tasting him.

“Taste what you’ve done, how well you’ve pleased me.” he murmurs, his voice low and husky with satisfaction.

You suck softly on his finger, savouring the salty flavour of his essence. There’s something undeniably intimate about the act—almost more so than the worship you’d just given him. It feels as though he’s marking you not just physically, but from the inside out, sealing his claim on you. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, leaving you wanting more.

Slowly, Suguru pulls his finger out of your mouth as he stares at you unblinkingly. "Stand up," he commands; his voice back to its authoritative sharpness. "I want-no-need to see all of you.

You rise to your feet, letting the robe fall to the ground, the fabric pooling around your ankles. Standing before him naked, you let his eyes roam across your form, taking in each curve. His eyes gleam with dark appreciation; you can feel his longing wash over you like a palpable force. He reaches out and his fingers outline your body lightly, as though committing every inch of you to memory.

“You're exquisite” he says in a soft tone, his voice full of deep admiration. “I can see why you've caught my attention.”

He steps closer, his body pressing against yours. You can feel the heat of his skin through his clothes, his erection brushing against your stomach. His hands settle on your hips, pulling you flush against him as his lips hover near your ear.

“Imagine this,” Suguru whispers, his voice dripping with seduction. “You, by my side as we expand our influence. Your beauty and charm, helping draw others to our cause. Together, we’ll create something unstoppable—a following of devoted disciples, eager to worship and serve our every desire.”

His hands begin to roam again, trailing over your smooth skin, caressing you with a possessive hunger. Each touch ignites a fire within you, leaving a burning trail in its wake. You can feel the power in his vision, the allure of the future he promises—a future where you are not just a follower, but an equal partner in his rise to power.

“What do you say?” he asks, his eyes locking onto yours with a dangerous mix of ambition and lust. “Will you join me?”

His words resonate deep within you, filling you with a sense of purpose you’ve never felt before. The thought of standing beside him, building something greater than yourselves, is intoxicating. You feel the weight of his offer, the power of his vision, and know there is only one answer.

“Yes,” you breathe, your voice steady and filled with conviction. “I’ll join you, Suguru, always.”

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face at your response. His hands tighten on your hips as he pulls you even closer. “Good,” he murmurs, his voice soft yet laced with power. “I knew you’d be the perfect partner in this endeavour.”

Leaning in, his lips brush lightly against your ear as he whispers, “Now, let’s seal our pact and bind ourselves together in this new world we’re going to create.”

His lips meet yours with fervour, the kiss deep and consuming, as though he’s pouring every ounce of his desire and ambition into it. You lose yourself in the sensation, your body pressing against his, your hands roaming over his back, pulling him closer.

Suguru guides you toward the stage, his hand still firmly gripping your hip, the anticipation between you thick in the air. As you ascend the steps, the vast, empty auditorium stretches out before you, silent and waiting, as though it knows something momentous is about to unfold.

He turns you to face him, his eyes dark with both lust and purpose. “This is where it all begins,” he declares, his voice echoing through the empty hall. “This is where we’ll stand together, united in our cause, and claim our place in this world.”

Suguru cups your face, his fingers firm yet gentle, his touch possessive. “I claim you now—as my partner, my equal, and my lover,” he says, his voice filled with the gravity of his words. “Together, we’ll build an empire. A following that will reshape the world according to my will.”

His lips crash against yours once more, this time with a sense of finality, as if sealing a pact that cannot be broken. The kiss is deep and consuming, a silent promise of the future that awaits both of you. As you pull apart, the weight of the moment lingers, his earlier words resonating within you. You're no longer just a follower but a partner, a co-creator in the new world Suguru envisions. With him by your side, you know nothing will stand in your way.

Suguru’s fingers trail over your body, tracing the curves of your breasts, teasing your sensitive nipples before sliding lower, across your stomach. Goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch, a physical reaction to the heat that builds between you. His voice cuts through the silence, low and husky with desire.

"I want to see you," he commands, his eyes dark and intense. "I want to watch as you touch yourself for me."

His gaze never falters as he guides your hands to your breasts, urging you to caress them, to tease your own nipples. You obey, feeling his eyes on you, and the combination of his focus and your own touch sends waves of pleasure rippling through your body. Your breath hitches, and a soft moan escapes your lips.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice laced with encouragement. "Just like that."

He helps you settle onto the podium, the cool wood beneath your bare skin a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch. Suguru positions you at the edge, your legs parted, giving him a clear view of your glistening folds. His eyes roam over your body, devouring every inch of you, making you feel both vulnerable and empowered under his gaze.

"Touch yourself for me," he instructs, his tone commanding yet filled with desire. "I want to see you pleasure yourself—watch as you bring yourself to the brink."

Obediently, your fingers glide over your sensitive folds, teasing yourself before dipping inside. A soft gasp leaves your lips as the sensation floods through you, each movement sending a shiver of pleasure up your spine. As you continue, Suguru’s eyes remain locked on you, drinking in the sight of your every movement, his desire palpable in the air between you.

Your fingers alternate between teasing your clit and slowly working their way inside your pussy as Suguru watches, leading your every action.

"You're breathtaking," he praises, his voice low and reverent. "The way you move, the sounds you make—it's intoxicating."

Leaning in, his lips brush against your inner thigh, each kiss sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His mouth trails upwards, his kisses growing more heated, until he finally reaches your pussy.

"Let me taste you," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "I want to feel you on my tongue, to drink in every bit of you."

Without waiting for a response, his mouth descends on you, his tongue swirling around your clit with expert precision. The sudden intensity of his touch makes you cry out, your back arching as the pleasure overwhelms you. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place, preventing you from escaping the delicious torment he inflicts with his tongue.

Suguru continues to worship your body with his mouth, his lips and tongue working together in perfect harmony, exploring every inch of your sensitive flesh. His lips suckle at your clit, his teeth grazing it lightly, sending shockwaves through you. You’re lost in the sensations, the pleasure building within you, growing more intense with every passing second.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice muffled as he continues to work you with his mouth. "Let yourself go. Surrender to the pleasure. I want to feel you come undone."

His fingers slide inside you, curling and stroking in just the right spots, pushing you closer to the edge. The combination of his tongue and fingers is almost too much, your body trembling as you teeter on the brink of release.

"Come for me," he commands, his voice deep with desire. "I want to feel your pleasure, to see you give in completely."

He’s good with his tongue and fingers, too good that you can barely hold on, already fast approaching the edge and with a final flick of his tongue and a deep thrust of his fingers, the tension within you snaps. You’re thrown over the edge, your body convulsing as the orgasm rips through you, waves of pleasure crashing down, leaving you breathless and trembling. Your moans fill the room, your hands gripping the edge of the podium as you ride out the overwhelming sensations.

Suguru doesn't stop—his mouth and fingers continue to work you, prolonging your climax, pushing you further until you’re completely spent. As you come down from the high, your body still trembling from the intensity, he pulls back, his eyes filled with satisfaction and dark desire and his lips slick with your arousal.

"You’re incredible," he says softly, his voice filled with awe. "Together, we’ll be unstoppable."

In this moment, a deep connection forms between you, a sense of purpose and belonging that you’ve never felt before. His words echo in your mind, filling you with pride—you've proven yourself to him, shown that you are worthy of standing by his side as he reshapes the world.

Suguru pulls you into his arms, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, a reminder of the pleasure you've just shared. His hands roam over your body, as if committing every curve, every inch of you to memory. When he pulls back, his eyes are filled with both desire and something more—purpose.

"I want you to bear my child," he whispers, his voice low and intense, the weight of his words settling deep inside you. "I want our love to create new life, a symbol of our bond, our power, and everything we’ll build together."

Suguru's hands slide down to rest on your stomach, his fingers splayed as though he can already feel the life growing within you. His gaze is intense, eyes gleaming with excitement as he speaks softly, "Imagine it—a child born of our union, raised in the shadow of our empire, destined to carry on our legacy." His voice vibrates with the significance of his vision, and you can feel the gravity of his request settling into your soul.

To bear his child would be to solidify your bond, creating a living testament to both your love and shared ambition. His cock brushes against your belly, heat radiating from him like a promise of what’s to come, his desire unmistakable. His eyes glimmer with both lust and determination, as if he's already picturing the future that awaits you both.

"I want to watch you grow and change with our new life inside you," he growls, his voice thick with want. "Knowing you're carrying my child..." His cock slides along your wet folds, teasing your entrance with slow, deliberate strokes, heightening the anticipation. Every inch of his movement is calculated to make you ache for him, the tension between you building to an unbearable height.

"Feel how ready you are for me," he murmurs, his voice a dark whisper. "Your body knows what it wants... craves the feeling of me inside you." His cock continues to tease, the head of it pressing lightly against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His free hand cups your breast, fingers pinching and teasing your nipple, adding layers to the sensations flooding you.

"I'm going to fill you up," he promises, his voice almost a growl, eyes locked onto yours, burning with intent. "I'm going to make you mine in every way possible."

The anticipation coils tight in your belly as he continues to tease, his cock poised at your entrance but never fully pushing in, the tip only teasing. Your hips involuntarily push toward him, desperate for more.

"Please," you breathe, your voice breaking with need. "I want you inside me."

Suguru’s gaze darkens with satisfaction as he positions himself, his cock ready to push into you. He pauses for a beat, eyes locking with yours, his desire mixed with a hint of triumph. "Are you ready?" he asks, his voice rough, sending shivers through you.

You nod, your body trembling with anticipation. "Yes," you whisper, barely able to get the word out. “Please-”

He wastes no time and in one powerful thrust, he fills you completely, stretching you to accommodate his size. The sudden fullness takes your breath away, a gasp escaping your lips as your body adjusts to the intensity of his invasion. He groans, head falling back, as he revels in the sensation of your tight walls gripping him.

"You feel incredible," he murmurs, his hips starting to move, his cock sliding in and out of you with smooth, powerful strokes. "So perfect, so tight."

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing more of him. His hands come up and hold your hips tight, pinning you in place. He starts pounding into you with a brutal, relentless rhythm, his skin slapping against yours, echoing loudly in the empty auditorium.

His cock sinks into you without mercy, each stroke more insistent than the last. The bruising grip on your hips makes it just that much better, his dominion feeding into your excitement. The pleasure borders on pain, but the heady mix leaves you gasping, your mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations that flood your body.

With every thrust, the pleasure inside you builds, his pace quickly becoming relentless. "Take it," he growls, his voice heavy with dominance and lust. "Take every inch of me... let me fill you up."

His words drive you wild, your body responding instinctively as you meet each thrust, your movements in perfect sync with his. The feeling of his cock stretching and claiming you, combined with his commanding presence, is intoxicating beyond words. You surrender fully to him, lost in the rhythm of his body against yours.

Suguru's lips crash down onto yours, the kiss possessive and searing, his tongue dominating your mouth just as his cock dominates your body. The kiss is fierce, almost devouring, leaving you breathless and dizzy with desire. His teeth nip at your lower lip, sending a flash of pain mingled with pleasure through you, and you moan into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair to pull him even closer.

He bites down harder on your lip, just enough to draw blood, and the sharp pain sends a thrill through your entire being. The metallic taste of your own blood mingles with the raw ecstasy of the moment, heightening everything. You cry out, your body arching up to meet his powerful thrusts as he drives into you without mercy.

Suguru stares down at you, eyes burning with wild lust, hips digging into yours with bruising force. His rough force and the pleasure and pain all merge into a heady, overwhelming experience that threatens to consume every part of you.

"You're mine," Suguru growls, his voice dark with possession; raw dominance drips in every word. "Every inch of you belongs to me." His grip on your hips tightens, fingers digging into your skin as his thrusts grow more forceful, more demanding. The intensity between you spikes as he pulls back from the kiss, his eyes blazing with lust and power.

"Open your mouth," he orders, his tone commanding, leaving no room for hesitation. You part your lips without a second thought, anticipation thrumming through your body. With a swift, deliberate motion, he spits into your open mouth, his saliva mixing with the lingering metallic taste of your blood. The primal act sends a jolt through you, a declaration of his ownership, claiming you completely.

"Swallow," he commands, his thrusts never faltering as his cock drives in and out of you with relentless precision. The raw, unfiltered nature of the moment sends shivers down your spine, and you obediently swallow, your body responding to his every whim.

As you do, Suguru’s movements become more erratic, his breath heavy and laboured. You can feel his cock throb inside you, the heat of his impending release radiating through you, signalling that he's close to the edge. His voice is strained with pleasure as he growls, "You’re all fucking mine... my most devoted follower."

The pace quickens, his hips slamming against you with a desperate, frantic rhythm. The wet, obscene sounds of your bodies colliding fill the empty auditorium, creating a symphony of raw lust. The squelching sound of his cock plunging into your soaked pussy and the slap of your bodies meeting heighten the intensity, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire.

As Suguru's muscles tense in preparation for his orgasm, his thrusts start to get sloppier. His cock starts pulsating inside you, moving almost wild and desperate. The pleasure becomes overwhelming, your body trembling under his as you feel yourself on the brink.

"Come with me," he growls, his voice low and raw, "Let me feel you come undone around me."

His words are the final push you need. Your orgasm crashes through you like a tidal wave, and you cry out as your body convulses, your walls clenching tight around his cock, milking him. The pleasure is all-consuming, your mind going blank with ecstasy as wave after wave washes over you.

Suguru follows close behind, his hips stuttering as he buries himself deep inside you, releasing with a guttural groan. His cock pulses, filling you with his thick cum, each spurt prolonging the shared pleasure. His head falls back in bliss as he grinds against you, drawing out every last sensation for both of you.

When he finally stills, he remains inside you, his body pressed against yours, both of you breathing heavily. His forehead rests against yours, his breaths short and ragged, the intensity of the moment still crackling between you. You can feel his cum seeping out of you, a tangible reminder of the bond you've just deepened.

He raises his head and your gaze meets, satisfaction and possessiveness swirling in the violet of his eyes. "You're amazing," he says in a husky murmur of contentment. "We are unstoppable."

You smile, still buzzing from aftershocks of pleasure. "I am ready for anything," you say, your voice even and steady, held with resolve. The weight in your words was no less than a commitment-not to him, but to what you were building together.

With one final, gentle kiss, Suguru pulls himself from you, his cum still seeping from your body. He helps you down from the podium, his touch light and reverent, unwilling to let go.

"Come," he says in a soft voice, his hand wrapping about yours. "Let's find somewhere more comfortable. I want to spend the rest of the night with you, exploring every inch of our connection.”

You follow him willingly, your heart pounding in anticipation and you know this is just the start, there will not be a time from now on where you are not by his side.

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