īŧ elysium is not so far — but he doesn't say it yet. instead, with a slouch, he kisses a line across sasuke's collarbone, down to his chest. he laves at the angry red welts left by the caning, and then: īŧ
From this point on, your only purpose is this.
īŧ he curls his hand in sasuke's long, heavy braid and forces him to arch his back, to bare his breasts on offer as cy presses his mouth against one nipple. īŧ
As a slave, you're no longer permitted to wear clothing. My want of you will become the highest calling of your life. If I want to fuck you, your sole duty is to offer a hole. But I'll beat you less when you're carrying my child — so your life will be easier as you accept your fate as a vessel for me.
īŧ that's said with another faint upwards lift of his hips — his cock is soft and spent inside sasuke's cunt, but the pressure still punctuates the threat. īŧ
Once you're pregnant, I want to call a war council. You have a lot of enemies, Uchiha — and I'll make sure every one of them is in the room as I lay you out on the table, belly swollen, breasts leaking milk — I'm going to fuck you in front of them so there will never be any question of your ownership. Of who it was that finally, finally took you down.
īŧ his cheeks hollow out in a slow suck to one nipple, and he lets his teeth catch on the piercing before he leans back. he takes sasuke's chin in his hand and forces him to look at him. īŧ
If you're cold, you need to take a cock before I'll permit you a blanket. If you're hungry, your first act will be to suck me off and swallow before I'll allow you a meal. īŧ and perhaps it's their last trip to a room like this that makes him add: īŧ And you'll ask me before you use the bathroom. I'll make you hold it until you're weeping and thrashing in misery, every time.
But — īŧ an almost simulated tenderness follows, his tone low as he settles his right hand between them, petting low on sasuke's belly. imagining a child there is a fantasy that goes beyond this scene of conquering and coercion. beyond the pain and the rape and the debasement — because it's something they both do want. there is no reality he wants more for them both, the idea of sasuke electing to take a female form solely to carry his child... he cannot imagine a greater act of love than that. and if they can only have it in their minds, in their fantasies, it will be enough for now. īŧ it's not so bad, having every aspect of your life controlled — you might even find you like the lack of autonomy. It's so easy to live when someone owns you, body and soul. You won't have to make difficult decisions. You won't be faced with life or death battles. You'll exist within the sensations I give you, within the pain with which I purify your body, within the complexities of pregnancy, and you'll be mine until you die.
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Date: 2024-07-17 05:33 pm (UTC)From this point on, your only purpose is this.
īŧ he curls his hand in sasuke's long, heavy braid and forces him to arch his back, to bare his breasts on offer as cy presses his mouth against one nipple. īŧ
As a slave, you're no longer permitted to wear clothing. My want of you will become the highest calling of your life. If I want to fuck you, your sole duty is to offer a hole. But I'll beat you less when you're carrying my child — so your life will be easier as you accept your fate as a vessel for me.
īŧ that's said with another faint upwards lift of his hips — his cock is soft and spent inside sasuke's cunt, but the pressure still punctuates the threat. īŧ
Once you're pregnant, I want to call a war council. You have a lot of enemies, Uchiha — and I'll make sure every one of them is in the room as I lay you out on the table, belly swollen, breasts leaking milk — I'm going to fuck you in front of them so there will never be any question of your ownership. Of who it was that finally, finally took you down.
īŧ his cheeks hollow out in a slow suck to one nipple, and he lets his teeth catch on the piercing before he leans back. he takes sasuke's chin in his hand and forces him to look at him. īŧ
If you're cold, you need to take a cock before I'll permit you a blanket. If you're hungry, your first act will be to suck me off and swallow before I'll allow you a meal. īŧ and perhaps it's their last trip to a room like this that makes him add: īŧ And you'll ask me before you use the bathroom. I'll make you hold it until you're weeping and thrashing in misery, every time.
But — īŧ an almost simulated tenderness follows, his tone low as he settles his right hand between them, petting low on sasuke's belly. imagining a child there is a fantasy that goes beyond this scene of conquering and coercion. beyond the pain and the rape and the debasement — because it's something they both do want. there is no reality he wants more for them both, the idea of sasuke electing to take a female form solely to carry his child... he cannot imagine a greater act of love than that. and if they can only have it in their minds, in their fantasies, it will be enough for now. īŧ it's not so bad, having every aspect of your life controlled — you might even find you like the lack of autonomy. It's so easy to live when someone owns you, body and soul. You won't have to make difficult decisions. You won't be faced with life or death battles. You'll exist within the sensations I give you, within the pain with which I purify your body, within the complexities of pregnancy, and you'll be mine until you die.