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ziv-helpless · 14 days ago

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Chauveau headcanon (oc)

Fiction to a headcanon for a roleplay I made with a friend Characters: oc!Darren, oc!Vyrydian, oc!Tiffany warnings: sexual abuse, dead dove, death, violence, smut, p in v, teasing, harsh language, killing, not prove read summary: Darren wants to get some form of revenge on his younger bastard brother by forcing his girlfriend on to him, but his action have unpredictable consequences. words: 1680 a/n: No idea how to tag this since this is a story to a roleplay I have with a friend of mine. The ending is inspired by "Violets Tale" by Ren @viktor-stark

Darren had a tight grip on Tiffany as he dragged her into the house, ignoring the glances of the maids. Only when he arrived at his brothers room did his grip loosen a little on his girlfriends wrist. Heavy knocks filled the air and Darren entered without receiving an answer. With a wicked grin he shoves Tiff closer to Vyrydian, who was laying on his bed with a book in his hands.

“The nice brother I am, I brought thine a surprise. Is that not something kind?”

The rather rough shove made her stumble closer to the bed although by the smirk on her lips it was obvious she was involved in all of this and did it out of her own free will. It had always been rather questionable to Vyrydian how his half brother could be so brutal to any living being, yet he himself struggled to understand the complexity of emotions. His eyes followed the older girl as she practically crawled on top of him like a predator teasing his prey. Vyrydian was cautious, furrowed eyebrows depicted his wariness on his face as she slowly took the book out of his hand. Tiffany was already dripping in her panties, the though of having the Chauveau boys to herself, the sons of the ruler, was an incredible powerful feeling, something no one else would get to experience. And luckily for her it was a rather warm summer night, meaning Vyrydian had already exposed of his tunic long ago. When Tiffany sat her hips on top of Vyrydian’s crotch Darren had set down into the chair, facing the both of them from the corner. The slightest whimper left the smaller boy’s lips as the soaking panties pressed to his dick, the thin layers of fabric doing nothing to separate the heat.

“Wh… What are thou doing?” Vyrydian’s voice was laced with uncertainty despite his rough exterior as the girl’s hips slowly humped back and forth leaving a little sheen of slick on his breaches.

The friction only fuelled the sounds tumbling off his lips and a clear bulge was to be seen from where Darren was sitting, who had an evil grin on his lips while he rested his head on his hand as if he was watching a Comédie. The skilful fingers of Darren’s girlfriend quickly unlaced his brother’s trousers to pull free Vyrydian’s erected dick. It was leaking in buckets, pre-cum already dripping down to the base and tangling in his pubic hair.

“Such a cute little virgin. I almost forgot how sensitive they are.” Tiffany mused while pulling down the trousers even further, leaving Vyrydian fully exposed. Her grip was pleasurably tight around the shaft while she massaged his balls, coaxing even more pretty little moans from Vyrydian who did not try to stop her.

With gentle kisses she littered his tip, wearing his pre-cum like lip gloss before sucking it into her mouth, Vyrydian’s hips bucking upwards. “Please~ ha… Please~ m..more~”

It was incredible how quickly virgins gave in to such intoxicating pleasures and so rather quickly he was inside of Tiffany’s dripping cunt, fucking her with rather sloppy jerks of his hips. Yet she was loud, moaning like he hit every single sweet spots of her. Darren was brooding in the corner, not sure if he liked what he saw or not, but he did not interfere.

“Fuck~ I see why he likes thee.” Vyrydian’s voice was straightened, too pleasure drunk to be talking in his fluent pace he normally does in. “Bet his small cock cannot fuck thy whore cunt like I~” Despite his provocative words he was whimpering and moaning like a sub, the tension in his lower stomach growing incredibly tight and has balls were aching to release in the next handful of thrust.

“Yes~ Yes~ Gods… so good~ thou are right. T..though are right. I wll come soon, pl…please do not stop~” Even Tiffany, despite having fucked with a ton of men, was a babbling mess, not aware of the words leaving her mouth.

Until a rough hand grips her arm and throws her off the bed. With a heavy thud she lands on the wooden floor, back hitting the wooden boards and a small amount of blood seeps through her fingers where she is holding her head in pain. Vyrydian’s eyes were closed as he just smirked, an almost disgusting laugh leaving his lips at the sight of his brother fuming while he was pumping his dick in his fist, not letting the orgasm slip away.

The girl was heard begging and crying next door alongside shouting and after a few seconds of silents the sound of throwing the front door shut echoed through the hallways of the villa. Vyrydian had cleaned up alone in silence, a scowl on his face as regret and disgust of himself mirrored in his eyes. Despite his pleads and moans he did not want this, had not asked for it. He was only 13 after all, fucking his brother’s 16 year old whore. Or rather his brother had forced his whore upon Vyrydian. In the end it did not matter. He was tainted now. No matter the amount of pretending just to get under Darren’s skin, he never enjoyed a second of this, he never will enjoy any sort of pleasure.

A week or so had passed, days seemed to blur for Vyrydian since every day was the same now. Go to school, get home, fuck, go to bed, repeat. Except this dinner. For once the inner family of Chauveau gattered at the dining table, Mother sitting across father and Vyrydian sitting across from Darren. Of course their mother only had eyes for the older son while Darren’s father kept silent, only his breaths mingle with the sound of cutlery scraping against plates.

“Thanks for sharing thy whore, brother.” Their mother shot the a confused glare, but ignored it like their usual quarrels.

Darren just let out a scoff. “Mhm. Sadly she did not do her job as asked. I am awfully sorry it had to end so soon.” Not an ounce of truth is to be found behind those words and Vyrydian knew.

“Oh no, I do not mean that. I mean tonight. She is quite a sight for sore eyes. She always wants to try new things.” This disgusting grin of his returned as he practically starred into his brother’s soul.

“What do you mean?” Darren’s eyes furrow, still not fully comprehending what his half brother was talking about. Somewhat worried he stared at his mother’s plate for a second before returning Vyrydian’s challenging gaze.

“The brunette piece of meat.” The younger one shrugs it off as if it was something to have a little chit chat about.

“You mean my girlfriend.” There was no question. Darren’s face fully hardened, an emotionless shell as he glared his brother down, almost killing him with that soulless look in his eyes.

“Whatever it is. Did you know she likes it rough and raw? Does not even mind a bit of blood dripping from her cunny. She is quite loud, a wonder you did not hear. “ A sneery laugh left his lips as he watched the expression on his brother’s face darken to a storm.

“What. Did. You. Do?” It was a stupid question, Darren knew it himself, but something inside him, a part he thought has long died crumbled under the truth.

“Nothing she did not want. Was quite eager to come back to me. At first she just wanted to finish what we started, but… as eager as she was I might have knocked her up each night.”

Silence. Wind swept passed Vyrydian and a crash echoed through the dining hall. Darren stood tall opposite his brother, fuming, jaw clenched impossible tight. The glass he threw to the wall past Vyrydian shattered into a million pieces. Maids quickly hurried to clean it up, not questioning the wide eye look of the mother, the forzen state of the father nor the smirk on Vyrydian’s lips.

“Why did you do it? Tell me!” Darren shouted at Tiffany who was sitting on his bed, his grip on her shoulders tight, leaving bruises.

“W..what do you mean? Did what? I..” Her eyes jumped all over his face, insecurity mixed with fear. A combination that gave her away.

A huff of air left his lips in a disappointed manner. “You like it rough and raw until you bleed? You are fucking disgusting!”

It dawned on her. Vyrydian had told him. Despite his promise he revealed every detail, of course only after Darren had forced it out of him. “It is not like that, love.”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut your fucking dick sucking whore-mouth!” The sound of slapping skin filled the room as his hand struck her across the cheek. “Why… Why would you do anything like this?!” If someone were naive, it would have been possible to hear a quiver of his voice as if he tried to hold back tears. Those who knew him also knew he does not cry. A crack of a bone, the shallow thuds of of knuckles against skin, another bone, another hit. Blood splatters. He was not done with her. Why. She stayed silent. Why. She kept quiet. Another smack, another crack. Silence. Nothing but sobs then silence. “Tiff? Say something Tiff. Love? Please?” Eyes scan her, it is so absurd, yet she is silent. He is shaking her, dislocating her-. it is silent. “Babe? Please~ No. Do not do this to me. Tiffany? Fuck.” When his sobs come up her eyes stay shut. She is quiet while he is crying. “Fuck. Please. I am so sorry. I am sorry. Please. Do not leave me.” He cradles her in his arm, the first time he loves with gentle touch, yet she is quiet, her pulse is silent. Guilt eats him up, her eyes are shut, her world went dark. He is not silent. He is crying at the sight, it was shortly a delight, but now it is torture.

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ziv-helpless · 16 days ago

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When war divides part I

pairing: uncle!Aemond x niece!Reader

Summary: Reader is the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, second born. In another adventures night in the brothel she gets pulled aside by Aemond ending in a questionable conversation.

warnings: incest, mentions of past trauma, hate for bastards (duh, it's Aemond), questionable morals?

words: 2564

a/n: First fan fiction that will be multi chapter. If you want to get tagged for the next chapter just comment. I hope that everything is understandable since Englisch isn't my first language. I let a few friends read over some parts, but over all it is not prove read.If I forgot to put any warnings or if you can find some mistakes feel free to tell me.

anyway, enjoy! ✨🖤

It is an evening like the others. Aemond has been seeking the comfort of the brothel more often than usually, the war has been getting to his nerves, the death of Luce gnawing at his guilt. Moans and the sound of skin slapping against each other filled the air as he made his way across the room to where Sylvi was waiting for him, punctual as always.

He tried to ignore the people who were fucking around him by keeping the gaze of his good eye focused on the floor until he reached the curtains of his whore’s room. Aemond never understood how the smallfolk could have sex like animals all in the same house with barely any privacy.

Or maybe he was just weird for seeking a mothers touch in a whore. It was not his fault his brother Aegon brought him here when Aemond was only thirteen, what else could a young boy have done? Apparently that never changed and so for the sixth time in not even a moon was he here again, naked, vulnerable and in the arms of Sylvi. Only when the hours of the wolf was reached did he get ready to leave again, this time with more confidence, the strong walls around his heart built up again, laying over his face like a mask.

Aemond held his head high as he strode out of the brothel, a heavy hood concealing his identity when something in the corner of his vision caught his attention.

Some knight of the kings guard slamming into a silver haired woman with a face of beauty. A beauty he knew. It was you. His niece getting fucked right next to him by a knight of the kings guard. To say that guy was going easy on you was an understatement.

Sweat glistened on your skin, illuminated by the candles spread across the room, surrounded by other men and women enjoying the show. Not only was Aemond’s eye wide opened once he recognized you, but you seemed to push the guard away, stumbling around to grab your clothes and disappearing into a different hallway to get away from your uncle as quick as possible.

Aemond how he is followed after you and once you were in reach he grabbed your arm harshly, pulling you into a secluded corner.

“What do you think you are doing here?”

He practically spat at you, anger and confusion seething through his veins.

“You are supposed to be in Dragonstone.”

Shame rose in you as you stood bare before Aemond, his grip harsh.

“What even are you doing in a brothel getting fucked by a knight of the kings guard?”

He continued, almost berating you as you awkwardly try to move with your back against the wall.

“The same reason you are here for, Uncle.”

It was a hidden threat as if you knew he was not here for pleasure. Your words did not face him as he kept his guard up.

“Do not worry your head around it. I will be out of your sight before you realize that the hour of the nightingale has struck. No need to end me like you ended Lucerys.”

Your words plunged a dagger into his heart, Aemond’s jaw clenching tightly. The sight of you so vulnerable not only in front of him, but in front of the smallfolk did little to quench his anger, on the contrary.

“I know where to go for moon tea if that is your issue.”

The seething tone on your voice was an indicator that this conversation should be done soon and it was.

Without another word Aemond let go of you, exiting the brothel in haste. By the looks of it he will not tell you, not with how his eyes lingered on your exposed form a little too long.

You returned to the knight to say farewell and to apologize for being interrupted before leaving yourself. Aemond’s words plagued your mind as you absent mindedly wandered through the streets, unsure whether to go back to Dragonstone or to stay here.

Should someone recognize you and report you the king would imprison you in an instant without a second doubt. Aegon was never one to be on the side of the blacks due to Rhaenyra’s bastard sons. Even despite your hair he still hated you to his guts just because you were the daughter of the usurper queen.

With guilt gnawing at your inner soul your feet carry you through the cobbled alleys, the noise of wet puddles echoing off the walls as you trudged closer to the red keep a flood of thoughts overwhelming your every being.

Your shoulder suddenly bumped into something, finally pulling you out of your racing brain. You were met with the eye of Aemond, staring at you with furrowed brows. In the rush of your thoughts you must have been fast enough to catch up with him and ended up ramming your shoulder into his.

Both of your faces were mostly concealed by hoods as you just stood there speechless, your eyes scanning his every feature.

“Why are you following me? Did you not risk yourself enough by being in Kings Landing?” Despite the obvious annoyance in his tone there was some hint of worry. Was he worried you might get killed? It was probably just the regret that spoke from him.

“I…” Rather confused you looked around, only now noticing where your feet had dragged you to. “I wasn’t paying attention.” You cleared your throat, trying to appear in control of yourself.

“Mh.” A hum was all you got, it was what most got. Aemond was never talkative, keeping things to himself most of the time. He always appeared to be lost in thought.

“I apologize, my prince.” With a few blinks you try to ease your raging mind, yet the confusion on your features did not go unnoticed to your uncle.

“I offer to hide you in the keep until it is safe for you to fly back to Dragonstone. I am sure your mother is worried for your absence.” Not a single emotion could be traced through his words. They were dull, calculated and cold. “In exchange for information.”

Of course he would only help if there was something in return for him. Without knowing any better you agree, nodding your head ever so slightly, following him back to the Keep.

“What you saw is a secret between us now, right?” Insecurity laced your voice as your cloak absorbed the soft raindrops from the night sky, the sound of wet footsteps in puddles filling the else silent alley.

“I suppose so.” His eye met yours for a second before focusing on the dimly lit path.

Aemond led you through a hidden entrance into the castle as the two of you snuck passed guards and private chambers until you reached his and he let the door fall shut behind him. Heavy breaths left your lungs after practically sprinting to his room. Never in your life have you been in your uncle’s chamber, but it was not as bad as someone might think. Books and candles littered his desk and at every place were it was possible candle wax dripped down. The room seemed cozy and warm, a stark contrast to the front Aemond put on in front of others.

Maybe he was not too bad after all. Maybe all it took was getting close to him, something you two definitely were not.

“I do not know much. Only that Daemon is currently in Harrenhal, trying to expand my mother’s army.” Your voice pulled Aemond out of his thoughts as he leaned over his desk, his hands gripping the edges tightly as he seemed to be studying maps of Westeros.

“What about your brother?” It seemed as if he did not believe your words, he did not trust you. You could not blame him. The last time you saw each other was at the family supper, before your grandsire, his father, passed.

“He is in Dragonstone. Mother does not allow him to leave. She is… distant, I suppose.” Your hurt and sadness were reflected in your soft voice as you swallowed down the lump forming in your throat.

“Stop staring at me.” Aemond caught you red handed as your eyes trailed over his hands the whole time he fiercely gripped the wood. Immediately you averted your gaze to the candles next to his bed. You could feel the heat pool at your cheeks as a red hint rose over them.

“Do you hate my family?” After what seemed like an eternity your words broke the heavy silence, only for one twice as heavy to return. You did not understand the war, not the reason the family is split in half, not the reason why it even was the way it was.

“I apologize. I should not have asked.”

“No.”

“Then wh-”

“I do not hate.” Aemond made it clear he didn’t like being questioned, not by anyone and especially not by you.

With a quick nod you apologized, staying silent. Despite everything your eyes stayed on him. You knew he could feel your gaze, but you did not know how else to keep your mind busy.

Aemond turned his head a little, gazing behind his shoulder to were you were still standing by the door. He nods towards a chair in front of the fire place for you to sit down in and you do as told. Carefully you take of your wet cloak and hang it in front of the fire for it to dry.

“I forgive, but I do not forget.” He was obviously referring to the loss of his eye. You had been there to witness it all, the fight between Aemond and your brothers, Alicent attacking Rheanyra, all of it.

It pained you to see the anger inside of Aemond still burning after all those years. Who could blame him though? No one apologized to him, everyone stamped it off as a little fight between boys yet they fought like men with daggers.

“I am sorry, Aemond. For what happened. My brothers have a fragile ego, but that’s easy for me to say considering my hair.”

A short silence filled the room, the only sound being the fire crackling as the flames ate at the wood.

“Do you think I’m a bastard, Aemond? The timing fits, doesn’t it? But maybe I just got lucky or they had the misfortune of nature taking it’s course despite the blood of the dragons.” Aemond’s fist hit the table, all different kind of metal objects clattering at the impact. The sudden sound made you flinch as you had been staring absently into the warm light.

“Do not play with me and shut your mouth.” He hissed at you like you struck a nerve. Never had he shown his anger or frustration in such a way. Of course he was violent, but not violent against you.

“Please. I just want to understand.” You were almost begging as you tried to keep your voice from quivering. Shouting scared you, shouting at you to be specific. It released that primal urge in you to hide from the world, but you could not run so your fingers clawed at the chair, trying to supress the fear.

“Nyke gaomagon daor gīmigon skoros naejot pendagon!” Your uncle’s voice went from anger to something that resembled frustration. The guilt in his tone and body language was evident.

No matter your fear you quietly get up from the chair, walking over to where he stood, placing a gentle hand on the back of his tunic. Aemond seemed to flinch away a little form your touch, not used to one of gentle form. (I do not know what to think)

“Nyke gaomagon daor jaelagon bisa vīlībāzma. Nyke gaomagon daor jaelagon īlva lentor naejot sagon ezīmagon kesrio syt hen pirtra.” You tried to comfort Aemond with the ways your mother comforted you as a child. It always appeared to you as if Alicent never held her children. You pitied them, but to what use? In your youth you tried your best to give Aemond the comfort of a mother although you were just a child yourself. (I do not want this war. I do not want our family to be split because of falsehoods.)

“I want to leave the past behind. At least for the two of us, hold a grudge against my brother if you want to.” Your breath tickled his neck, a shiver running down his spine as goosebumps formed on his skin. Slowly your hands fall away from his shoulders, fingertips gracing his back before your arms fell next to you.

“Do it again.” Aemond demands.

“What?” You were utterly baffled as he grabs you hand and presses it back on his shoulder. He was deliberately seeking physical connection, you. A huff of air leaves your nose in contentment as you press yourself against his back again. Everything stayed silent after this, actions speaking louder than words.

Aemond turned his head to the side his lips impossibly near as you looked up to him from his shoulder. Unexpectedly he cupped your right cheek and his lips meeting yours in a soring kiss. After a mere seconds you broke apart and you hid your face in the crook of his neck in shame.

He clears his throat, looking back down at the map on his desk, standing there like earlier. “I apologize.” Soft words for such a harsh man. It was the first time you have ever heard him apologizing.

“It’s… it’s alright.” You words were muted by the lack of distance between your bodies. The air was heavy with unspoken feelings neither of you addressed at the moment, too caught up with the war about to break out any day.

A soft sigh left you lips, making it’s way across Aemond’s skin. Your lips gently press against his neck, a sweet-tempered gesture to calm both of your racing hearts. His head fell back a little, giving you more access as your nose pressed against his artery while nuzzling into the crook of your uncle’s neck.

“Careful, your treading on thin ice, princess.” His words were nothing more than a hum as he enjoyed every single second of the moment, wishing it would never stop.

The both of you knew the inappropriate gestures like the palm of your hands, having spend countless hours in the street of silk and in various brothels.

“I did for my whole life. What is the difference now?” The exhaustion did not go unnoticed to Aemond and neither did the hint of sarcasm. But your words were the truth, something your uncle probably has not heard in a while.

“You should rest.” If you would not know any better, you might have said he sounded like he cared, when in reality it was probably more of him wanting to get rid of you. It was moments like these when you wished for the power to look into others minds or have the powers of Helaena to see the future through dreams.

“And where do you suggest?” You yawn softly into his shoulder, a way to intimate gesture to be between you and Aemond, when you were on opposite sides of the war.

“My bed. I have enough space in the library.”

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ziv-helpless · 16 days ago

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THIN, MINIMALISTIC HOUSE SYMBOLS DIVIDERS.

TARGARYEN.

STARK.

BARATHEON.

LANNISTER.

BOLTON.

MORMONT.

ARRYN.

GREYJOY.

MARTELL.

TYRELL.

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ziv-helpless · 25 days ago

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HOTD x Fae Creatures Aesthetic

Aegon Targaryen as Gean Cánach (a male fae known for seducing women).

Helaena Targaryen as Bean Sidhe (a banshee, known to foretell death with a wail).

Aemond Targaryen as Dullahan (a headless rider who carries his own head and personify death).

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ziv-helpless · 27 days ago

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Masterpost: How to write a story?

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ziv-helpless · 28 days ago

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Update:

still not done with chapter 1. Planning on writing 5, maybe more. Let me tell you something: writing multiple chapters is hard. I'm not used to going into so much detail...

Currently writing a new fan fiction. Maybe multi chapter?

Let me tell you something: It's the first time I am writing in the hotd universe and I am exited as hell.

It will be Uncle!Aemond x Niece!Reader so yeah.. incest is a thing here, not sure if it will contain smut or not.

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ziv-helpless · 30 days ago

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Currently writing a new fan fiction. Maybe multi chapter?

Let me tell you something: It's the first time I am writing in the hotd universe and I am exited as hell.

It will be Uncle!Aemond x Niece!Reader so yeah.. incest is a thing here, not sure if it will contain smut or not.

#hotd #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #house of the dragon #fan fic writing #in progress

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ziv-helpless · 1 month ago

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Razer blades and innuendos

male!reader x fem!rookie

summary: You work for the TF 141 and are currently chatting with Soap and Gaz in the common room while a recruit kept eyeing you and the pendant of your necklace. The cruel innuendo didn't go unnoticed to her and things quickly turned steamy with the girl your were secretly dating.

TW: mentions of sh, blood, minor injury, p in v, smut without plot, oc

a/n: Another one shot! Yeahh!! finally figured out the problem why I couldn't post it. Turns out I have to split it into paragraphs. As always English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you may find. Enjoy! <3

You were all sitting in the common room, chatting, having fun. You just came back from training and were leaning against the wall with your necklace in your mouth. It had a razor blade, a sharp one and your tongue was gliding over and between the middle hole of it. You always played with the pendant of your necklace, even with the sharp razor blade. A female rookie was eyeing you the whole time you did that and sometimes the two of you made eye contact.

“Hey, be careful buddy, you’re going to cut yourself.” Soap says in his Scottish accent with a playful tone. He knew you were careful. The pendant drops from your mouth as you speak. “I’ve only cut myself once with this blade.” Your tone is dry as you were referring to your self harm scars. The Necklace was a symbol of the war that you battled and survived. John knows the reference and just nods with a little smirk. Gaz who leans next to you nudges you slightly with his elbow.

“Look at the girl staring, she must be imagining your tongue doing that to her.” His voice was just above a whisper as he chuckled. Your gaze crosses with hers for a second as you let out a chuckle. What he didn’t know is that you had something with her, you guys were dating, and her gaze didn’t surprise you. Her name was Dolly, and she was new here, still a recruit. “Whatever.” A scoff leaves your mouth as you speak.

With the pendant back in your mouth her gaze falls on you from time to time. After a while Dolly can’t help but blush, and so she leaves the room, heading to her barrack. A slight grin formed on your lips as you noticed her leave and Gaz nudged you again and the both of you chuckled like little high school boys.

Some time later you also left and as soon as you were out of Gaz’s sight you turned to walk towards Dolly’s barrack. You knocked on her door three times and waited for her to answer. She lets you in, and you lean against the door frame.

“What were you thinking?” Your voice is filled with lust as you try to hide a little smirk. Dolly stood up and grabbed your face, her lips crushing into yours. A surprised gasp left your lips as you kissed her back. The uniforms quickly landed on the floor and both of you lost in the moment.

Dolly leaned against her desk, you supported her left leg with your hand as your thrusts made her squirm. Since there was a rather big height difference between the two of you, your pendant dangled above her face and moved in a rhythm with every plunge of yours. “Take it in your mouth, little one.”

Like the good girl she was, she took the blade in her mouth, her tongue pressing flat on the bottom, so Dolly wouldn’t cut herself. The necklace itself was long enough for your head to have some distance, but it forced you to stay close to her like a collar. “Don’t cut yourself doll.” Quick breaths left your lungs as you groaned into her ear. How you loved to see her squirming and whimpering underneath you. The slick of her folds oozed down your length.

Your left hand travelled from her hip to her clit where you slowly applied pressure and drew circles, making her eyes roll into the back of her head. A moan built up in you, and you slightly leaned your head back to suppress it but got yanked back down to Dolly by your necklace.

That brat wanted to hear you moan, and she managed to. It was a side to her, you never knew before, but you enjoyed it. “You fucking brat.” A smirk formed on her lips as she kept sucking on the pendant. “Want me to eat you out like that don't you?” Dolly nodded eagerly and let go of the necklace. She accidentally cut her tongue and started to bleed. Your lips crashed into hers and your tongue slipped between her lips, dancing with her tongue as you tasted her blood.

As the kiss broke you pulled out. You kissed her neck, going down to her collarbone, her chest and finally landing on her clit. From time to time your tongue drew patterns, barely avoiding her gaping hole. Whimpers escaped her throat when your tongue penetrated her hole and your nose rubbed against her bundle of nerves. Moans echoed in the room as Dolly came all over your face.

Your hard dick ached for release as you licked her clean. “Mhh… Baby m’gonna finish inside you, okay?” She nods weakly, still coming down from her high as you plant kisses along her stomach. Her fingers are tangled in your hair, pulling you up to plant kisses all over your face. Her cunt clenches around the tip of your dick, and you had to concentrate not to come already. It only took two more thrusts for you and her to finish.

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