[ He’ll feel a tremble through her body as his words sink in, making her feel a sudden warmth. It’s hard not to believe him when he sounds so confident. It wasn’t as if she could think of a time he didn’t look at her with desire. Even when she felt massive with twins they still ended up tangled together frequently, him showing no less excitement than he had when she was petite and light. If anything he’d seemed even more into it, going at her ravenously. Like he was starving for her.
After a moment she’ll nod shyly, looking back down at the tiny bikini. ]
I guess … I’ll have to show you how ridiculous of an idea this is. I’ll put it on. But if you don’t like it, you’re going to return it right away, okay?
[Corry’s response is us a not-at-all-subtle grin and one last possessive grope at Junpei's chest before he kisses her forehead and let's go.] Anything you say, baby. Though I think me not liking it isn't remotely possible.
[Besides, it'll be hard to return something that he's torn to bits in an effort to get it off. But still, Corry steps back and makes a show of covering his eyes.] Don't forget the bell.
[ There's a huff at the comment about the bell, but Corry will be able to hear the sound of clothes shuffling in short order. There are a few surprised gasps, a low cuss, and at the end the soft clang of the bell.
After a couple of minutes: ]
Ugh, okay. Uncover your eyes.
[ Once he does he'll find his girlfriend standing before him awkwardly, eyes averted and hands behind her back.
The fabric is absolutely fighting a losing war with her chest, stretched out over her generous breasts obscenely with the string between them holding on for dear life, each small movement causing little wobbles of flesh. Her butt is barely covered either, much too plump with post pregnancy softness. Above, her belly is squishy and wrinkled, having been so stretched out with the twins it will likely never return to how flat it had once been. The signs of her motherhood are all over, proof of what Corry had done to her laid out before him.
She looks his way after a moment, her dark green eyes full of uncertainty. ]
[To say Corry pounces on Junpei wouldn't be an exaggeration -- because he does, almost cat-like, eyes full of that insatiable, ferocious hunger only she can inspire in him. He scoops her up, hands under her thighs, pinning her against the wall and immediately ducking his head to glide the heat of his tongue over the top of one of her breasts.]
You look fucking perfect. [It comes out in a purr, Corry’s hands creeping up to grip at Junpei's ass, filling his palms with her soft, creamy flesh.] God, I wanna just eat you up.
[ There's another surprised squeal as she's scooped up, the cow bell jangling from how quickly he moves. A little shiver runs through her at the sensation of his damp tongue leaving a wet stripe over her skin and it's all she can do not to be so loud she might wake the sleeping twins.
Her legs wrap around his waist as she does her best to steady herself, bucking up at the feeling of hands squeezing her plump bottom.
She can't argue this reaction, or reason her way out of it. There is no question his desire is real, even if she can't quite see what he sees. ]
W-well, I'm glad you didn't waste your money, then ...
[ Already her nipples are peaked below the scanty fabric, being just as sex starved as he's been over the past couple months. With two babies, it seems like someone is always needing something, and there just hasn't been much time for the two of them. ]
This can't be happening. Why them? What have they ever done to deserve this?
Kurt has never hurt anyone. They're of the valley folk, kind and peaceful and devoted, hard workers, generous hosts, pious. They're friendly to each other, to travelers, to strangers, they offer what they have to their gods and are rewarded with healthy crops and healthy children (for the most part). They're good people. Kurt is a good person.
No doubt some of the valley folk find Kurt a little... strange. Their father was always an intensely private man, which only intensified after Kurt was born, largely isolating the little family on their farm. Some had their theories as to why—the mother either died or left or has been deathly ill for years within the little farmhouse, the child was sickly or ill-adjusted or malformed in some way—but it never went further than village gossip. For as strange as they were, whenever anyone saw the Engelstedt child out on the fields or down at the market, they seemed bright and friendly and as hard a worker as anyone else. What did it matter if they were a little strange? Flat-chested and narrow-hipped, but with long flowing hair and linen dresses and aprons, their voice high and lilting like a girl's. It didn't matter. They never hurt anyone.
And yet, here they were. Gagged and tightly bound to a cold stone slab in the dead of night, draped in humiliating silks and jewels and painted with runes smeared by their panicked thrashing, the flickering candlelight catching on a ritual knife held above their chest.
Everyone knew about the strange mountain folk. Everyone were told to be careful when traveling or hiking, to never venture off alone, to stick to known paths and stay firmly within the light. Who knew what such strange, frightening, old-fashioned folk as the mountain dwellers would do should they catch you unawares? Rob you? Hurt you? Snatch you? No, best just to leave them be. For many years, the villagers have been more than happy to do just that. As the mountain elder brings the knife down towards Kurt's heaving sternum, they finally understand why.
They're going to die here, an unwilling blood-sacrifice to some strange god, and they've done nothing to deserve it.
Ah, ah, ah. [It's softly chided as Corry easily carries Junpei over to the bed, setting her down gently, though his hands linger on her thighs, squeezing her ass once more and ghosting teasingly over the tiny scrap of fabric that covers between her legs. He steps back, starting to pull off his belt, already visibly hard. She always gets him ready and turned on within seconds, but the addition of the bikini and the bell is so mind-bogglingly hot that Corry can't believe he didn't try it sooner.
Only one thing would make it better -- and it's this he pushes for, knowing damn well that Junpei will either love it like he does or slap him for it. Corry reaches out, gently touching the bell and making it ring.] I don't think cute little milk cows talk like that, do they? I think they say something else when they want their master's attention, don't you?
[The voice is soft, smooth, smoky, accompanied by what looks like dozens of shadowy, dark tendrils slithering out of the darkened woods, seizing the solemn, robed worshippers and prompting shouts of shock and horror. Rarely do the gods interfere in the worship of any mortals -- for it's all the same to a deity, the grain and wine of the peaceful valley folk or the blood and flesh of the mountain people. It just varies which god will answer the call, accept the sacrifice. Another would've allowed the trembling, teary-eyed youth to be slaughtered, would've reveled in their shed blood, their gasps for life.
But not this god. He enjoys blood, but he prefers to accept his sacrifices in another manner -- one no less public or demonstrative, but definitely less fatal. The shadowy bonds drag the elder away from the altar, letting him fall to his knees in worship as the god appears from the shadows, dark-eyed and clothed in smoky garments that seem to be made of darkness itself.
Corrigan, god of secret, sacred, forbidden desire and taboo pleasures, allowed the wispy tendrils of his divine essence to release the mountain worshippers, slithering instead up and over the altar to examine the bound, trembling sacrifice. Young, healthy, warm beneath the boldly exploring appendages which slowly crept under the loose clothes and began seeking out the places that would make the youth squirm in pleasure.
Corrigan smiles, stepping closer, looming strong and huge above the altar, one hand moving to stroke at the young captive's shivering thigh.] Do not fear, little mortal. Submit to me and I will not harm you.
[It happens so fast. There are shouts of terror, loud cries of revelry, chants of worship sounding through the gathered crowd of faithful as the elder is pulled away, leaving Kurt staring wide-eyed and frightened at the spot where the knife used to be above them. In place of the blade that was to take their life is the face of a stranger.
He doesn’t look human. Ethereally beautiful, too beautiful to be real, wisps of warm smoke curling from his form and snaking up their bound limbs. Kurt stares, fingers and toes curling, trying for the life of them to parse what’s happening.
Little mortal. Is this the god of the mountain folk? Is this the being they’re being sacrificed to?
The smart thing to do here is to submit, as they’re told. Instead, they fight harder, screaming against the gag in their mouth, arms and legs yanking at the ropes tying them to the altar as the god’s hand slides up their thigh. With their legs spread like this, with the thin ritual silks draped over their body, it’s impossible to miss their… anatomy. Clearly, the worshipers have chosen their sacrifice with care and thought.
[ Okay, once he plops her on the bed and motions going for his belt she starts getting more in the mood. She has missed him, missed really getting down and dirty and just letting her million and one thoughts go and just enjoying sex. He’s undeniably hot, and looking up from the bed at him is a delicious enough view to have her writhing against the sheets …
… and then those words come out of his mouth. Her eyes narrow as he jangles the bell. Annoyance bubbles up inside of her … but embarrassingly, it’s not alone. There’s company with it, a little tickle of a thrill.
She is so mad about it. Her voice is as steely as her gaze. ]
[This sort of behavior is exactly why Corry managed to knock Junpei up so fast, but he also ends up sleeping on the couch many nights. But he doesn't back down, unzipping his pants and pushing them down off his hips before reaching out to cradle Junpei's pretty face between his palms.]
Baby, you know you're the prettiest, most gorgeous, sexiest girl I've ever met. I'm so fuckin' into you it drives me nuts.
But I also know you're a kinky little brat and there's a part of you that wants to submit and be my cute little milk cow, hm? So now bout you just let go, huh?
Poor little mortal, struggling so hard the cords around their wrists and ankles are cutting in and leaving vivid bruises on the soft, pale skin. Corrigan clicks his tongue softly, chidingly, his shadowy tendrils coiling up his sacrifice's slender legs and beneath the silky, nearly translucent robes. They're much gentler than the bonds, but stronger, exuding a tingling, irresistible warmth everywhere they touch, even as they pin the little mortal immovably to the altar.
"You have nothing to fear, child. Just surrender to the pleasure. Let it wash over you and through you." As he speaks, the god's warm, broad hand slides up the inside of the youth's leg, beneath the sheer fabric of their robes. His fingertips give just as much dizzying pleasure as his smoky tendrils do, especially when they stroke up the slick split and along the soft shaft nestled between the mortal's thighs.
Kurt’s mind races as the inhuman man above them clicks his tongue, cooing gentle commands despite their wild thrashing, their frightened muffled screams, like he’s patiently admonishing a child rather than a horrified human sacrifice. They can’t quite comprehend what’s happening to them as the smoky tendrils continue caressing them, slipping under the silks, pinning their kicking legs firmly in place.
They can’t comprehend why it feels so good.
The man tells them to surrender, to enjoy his touch, to just submit to pleasure without fear, and the thought feels incomprehensible to them as they squirm and writhe and scream against the gag. But then his fingers find their cunt—their biggest shame—and the mere stroke of his fingers sends wild shocks of ecstasy through their bound form. Kurt’s eyes widen, their head tips back, their back arches clean off the stone slab as their scream melts into a surprises moan. Without wanting it to, their cock twitches at his touch, slowly growing hard.
Despite his focus, Corrigan’s anger flares slightly at how obvious it is that this young mortal has never touched themselves, never explored their own uniquely beautiful anatomy. The shudder of pleasure that arcs through their body is laced with shame, with fear, leaving a sorrowful aftertaste. Corrigan is not a god who deals often with the valley folk, but he has a sudden urge to go enact some fire and brimstone upon whoever taught this lovely young creature such guilt about their own pleasure.
But later, perhaps. For now, the god has a goal -- gently coaxing his sacrifice into heights of bliss they'd never experienced before, then claiming them for his own. Corrigan knows his realm, his divine presence, his undivided attentions, are exactly what this beautiful, fearful creature needs.
"Have you never touched yourself like this?" Corrigan asks in a soft, purring voice, one of his tendrils stroking up the young human's stirring cock, in time with the deity's fingers, teasing between the untouched folds of their cunt. "Never, little one? Is my touch the first you've ever felt? Fortunate mortal. You will never be satisfied by another's touch, ever again."
The man’s—deity’s? being’s?—words almost ring true. Kurt has so scarcely ever touched themself, instilled with such guilt and fear and shame about their body from the moment they were born, that they may as well never have explored themself at all. Any and every touch has only ever made them burn, made their stomach clench and their heart drop, knowing their father would beat them within an inch of their life should he find out.
But the man—god? pleasure incarnate?—touches them between their legs like there’s nothing to fear, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and the pleasure that rocks their trembling frame is anything but shameful. Tendrils stroke and caress their cock with slow, gentle squeezes, his fingers play between their folds, growing more and more slick, his touch hot and tingling with a magic Kurt cannot comprehend.
Their sobbing moans grow louder against the cloth in their mouth, drowning out the chants and rumbling from the gathered faithful, watching with rapt attention as their god toys with his bounty. Kurt can’t look, can’t bear knowing they’re all watching, their eyes squeezed shut as they shake their head back and forth. Whether it’s an answer to his question or a plea for mercy is impossible to tell—though their twitching hips and fluttering cunt seems to speak for them.
Corrigan knows they're all watching -- that they will tell stories later of his prowess, of how his shadowy tendrils slid beneath the silk and tore it away, leaving the captive youth bare, how his skillfully touch was multiplied a thousand fold, each dark wisp of shadow like a teasing fingertip, along the mortal's shivering body, teasing at the jut of their hip bone, the curve of their waist, the pink peak of their nipples. His hands stayed where they were, one stroking and caressing at the virgin folds until they grew slick and syrupy and parted beneath his fingers, the wetness gathered and spread until he felt it pooling in his palm.
Then Corrigan reaches up, gently tugs the gag away, out from between the moaning mortal's full lips, thumbing their mouth open, listening to their shuddery gasps. "Tell me your name," he commands, slowly pressing his first two fingers inside the helpless sacrifice for the first time, watching their face as he sinks in to the knuckles. "And I shall tell you what name to cry out as I take you."
[ Oh she wants to sass him so badly. It’s all over her face as she purses her lips and gives him one last dose of the stink eye before looking away as her cheeks flush.
If only she wasn’t hornier than she was proud.
After a few moments of resistance, there’s a sound. A quiet, embarrassed, moo. ]
[To his credit, Corry only has the obnoxious shit-eating grin on his face for a moment. Then he's kneeling on the bed and reaching to hook his fingers into the collar the bell hangs from. His eyes are glued to where her chest strains the tiny bikini, watching each breath shudder through the ample flesh there.]
C'mon, baby. A little more effort. Show me how much you want it.
The tendrils are everywhere, everywhere, floating and stroking and cascading over their body as soon as it's bared, not an inch of their naked skin left untouched. Kurt shivers and cries, still fighting their bonds, still arching on the altar—although if they're arching away from or into the snaking tendrils is becoming harder and harder to tell. It's a sensation near impossible to describe, hot and molten and slick, spreading through them in seductive waves.
And the fingers, the fingers, playing with their slippery folds, spreading them apart, pressing inside them to find their body aflame with desire, slick and squeezing around every thick knuckle. Kurt barely dares to open their eyes, looking up at the being playing with them, unsure if it's dread or wanting that floods their senses in that moment. They've never felt anything like this.
"K-K-Kurt," they shakily manage, their own name melting into a loud moan that makes the worshipers murmur with approval. Their hips twitch, bucking hard against the deity's hand, feeling his fingers filling them up while the tendrils continue stroking their cock. This pleasure is impossible. Kurt can't possibly survive this. "P-Please— I beg you, Lord, pleeease—!"
[ While she adored watching movies, she didn't exactly consider herself great at acting. They had toyed with roleplay before, but for the most part their sex tended to be very straight forward and raw.
She lifts her head, causing the bell to jangle and those amazing titties to bounce, letting out a much more confident 'Mooooo!'. Although it's clear from the look on her face right after she's embarrassed by how loud she'd been.
It's clear to her this is absolutely a play on her ... gifts, but if she's honest it does kind of turn her on how frequently he obsesses over them. In school the attention they got had been more of an annoyance, but with him it made her feel attractive in a way she never had before. ]
[Corry’s bright grin is immediate, unmistakable in it's fondness and delight. Junpei's very independent, brave in a way he marvels at. She's the mother of his children, and just as gorgeous now as when he'd first met her, but also sometimes just as shy and sweet.
So he reaches out, hands cupping her sweet, full breasts, squeezing possessively, thumbs finding the hard peaks of her nipples through the thin fabric.] That's my good girl. My sweet little milk cow.
[Slowly circling his touch around the tips of Junpei's tits, Corrigan arches an eyebrow, prompting:] Tell me what you want more, pretty girl. Do you want my big cock inside you? Fucking you deep? Making you squeal?
[A pause, the other eyebrow arching as he feels the bikini's cloth grow damp.] Or do you want me to milk you?
"Oh, sweet child, delicious little mortal..." Corrigan chuckles fondly, his tendrils lovingly caressing his offering's shivering young body. Two have focused their tips onto the pert, pink buds of the youth's nipples, stroking and teasing to make their whole body shudder with helpless pleasure.
Another coiled around the slender column of their neck, squeezing just enough that their eyes rolled back, breath coming shaky and raspy. He knew, of course, all the best ways to make an innocent mortal wild with bliss, to manipulate their wonderfully responsive bodies into begging for more. They were always so scandalized, so shocked at their own depravity. Had they really moaned at pain or restraint, had they truly thrilled at being so manhandled? Corrigan was certain Kurt would be like that, so mortified at how a gripping touch on their throat dizzied then with pleasure.
That is, if he allowed them a spare moment to catch their breath and think straight.
"Corrigan, my lovely little pet. When you plead for my touch, beg me to fill you up, call me by my name." A wave of his hand, and the god -- the demon -- stood proud and unclothed, his clothes disappearing like smoke, revealing his thick, inhuman cock. It was textured oddly, ripples and contours along its gleaming length, the spadelike head dripping thick, slick silvery fluid. "But when I am inside you, when I fuck you, Kurt, call me Master."
Predictably, Kurt is just as scandalized as every other mortal at their own depravity. As the tendril around their throat tightened and squeezed, they had moaned despite the pain, despite the threat of mortal danger as their breath was stolen, not reaching their desperately heaving lungs. Had they really moaned? Did they like this? They couldn't possibly. Even for a virgin, they know lovemaking isn't supposed to be like this.
But the pleasure coursing through them is impossible to deny. As he continues fingering them, stroking their cock, playing with their sensitive nipples, Kurt shudders helplessly with ecstasy, pale freckled skin warming and reddening with shame and pleasure both, no longer able to stop their hips from meeting his hand.
In fact, as the being—the creature, the demon, Corrigan, his name is Corrigan—disrobes before them, revealing his enormous cock for all to see, their cunt flutters hard with inexplicable hunger around his fingers. Kurt yearns to feel it entering them, stirring up their insides, heightening their pleasure before the worshipers' watchful eyes. He utters his command, his order, and Kurt knows without doubt that they will follow his word to the letter. "Y-Yes, yes, Lord— C-Corrigan, Corrigan, please, Corrigan! I b-beg you, Corrigan, please, fill me up, I— I need you inside, inside, Corrigan, please—!"
It was always amusing to the god how swiftly mortals -- especially virginal ones -- succumbed to his charms. No matter how staunch their beliefs, all it took where some clever, practiced movements of his hands or mouth and they were begging for him. Just like Kurt was, shameless and heedless of the audience watching each erotic moment with eager worship.
"Very good," Corrigan purrs, several of his tendrils of shadow curling around the cords that had bound Kurt to the altar, destroying them in a flash of spiced scented smoke. The dark appendages replace the ropes immediately, of course, curling around the young mortal's wrists and binding them together. More tentacles slide up Kurt's legs, bending them at the knee and spreading them wide. Corrigan’s warm, bare body emanates heat as he settles between the spread, freckled thighs.
"Do you want my cock, little mortal?" He coos the words, sliding his fingers free of Kurt's soaked, dripping cunt, then guiding his cock to glide through the flushed, sensitive folds. "Do you want me to fuck you? Say it like that, those filthy words with your pretty mouth. Beg me to fuck you."
Kurt has never done a job interview before. Not really. Casting couches don’t count, they’re pretty sure.
But now that the Hotel—a discreet if wholly inaccurate name for “cam studio” and “live-in brothel”—has been sold, they don’t really have a choice. And if the new owner decides to do away with the whole sex-work angle and actually use the building as a hotel, Kurt would need a job even more, even as a housekeeper or concierge. Living in Los Angeles is expensive. Losing room and board at the Hotel would be devastating.
So they’re dressed to impress today, their thick long hair pinned into a tight bun, their silk blouse buttoned all the way up and tucked into a pair of pressed slacks. Smart, adult, professional—and stuffy, so far removed from their usual baby pink slut aesthetic. But you do what you have to for the job, right?
With a minute to spare, Kurt knocks on the door to the manager’s office, and as soon as they’re called, they swallow their pride and enter. “Mr. Molloy? I’m Kurt Engelstedt, I’m here for my interview?”
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Date: 2022-12-18 04:32 pm (UTC)[ He’ll feel a tremble through her body as his words sink in, making her feel a sudden warmth. It’s hard not to believe him when he sounds so confident. It wasn’t as if she could think of a time he didn’t look at her with desire. Even when she felt massive with twins they still ended up tangled together frequently, him showing no less excitement than he had when she was petite and light. If anything he’d seemed even more into it, going at her ravenously. Like he was starving for her.
After a moment she’ll nod shyly, looking back down at the tiny bikini. ]
I guess … I’ll have to show you how ridiculous of an idea this is. I’ll put it on. But if you don’t like it, you’re going to return it right away, okay?
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Date: 2022-12-18 05:54 pm (UTC)[Besides, it'll be hard to return something that he's torn to bits in an effort to get it off. But still, Corry steps back and makes a show of covering his eyes.] Don't forget the bell.
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Date: 2022-12-18 06:27 pm (UTC)After a couple of minutes: ]
Ugh, okay. Uncover your eyes.
[ Once he does he'll find his girlfriend standing before him awkwardly, eyes averted and hands behind her back.
The fabric is absolutely fighting a losing war with her chest, stretched out over her generous breasts obscenely with the string between them holding on for dear life, each small movement causing little wobbles of flesh. Her butt is barely covered either, much too plump with post pregnancy softness. Above, her belly is squishy and wrinkled, having been so stretched out with the twins it will likely never return to how flat it had once been. The signs of her motherhood are all over, proof of what Corry had done to her laid out before him.
She looks his way after a moment, her dark green eyes full of uncertainty. ]
I told you it was too small.
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Date: 2022-12-19 06:54 am (UTC)You look fucking perfect. [It comes out in a purr, Corry’s hands creeping up to grip at Junpei's ass, filling his palms with her soft, creamy flesh.] God, I wanna just eat you up.
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Date: 2022-12-21 03:25 am (UTC)Her legs wrap around his waist as she does her best to steady herself, bucking up at the feeling of hands squeezing her plump bottom.
She can't argue this reaction, or reason her way out of it. There is no question his desire is real, even if she can't quite see what he sees. ]
W-well, I'm glad you didn't waste your money, then ...
[ Already her nipples are peaked below the scanty fabric, being just as sex starved as he's been over the past couple months. With two babies, it seems like someone is always needing something, and there just hasn't been much time for the two of them. ]
a holiday throwback!!
Date: 2022-12-25 03:38 pm (UTC)Kurt has never hurt anyone. They're of the valley folk, kind and peaceful and devoted, hard workers, generous hosts, pious. They're friendly to each other, to travelers, to strangers, they offer what they have to their gods and are rewarded with healthy crops and healthy children (for the most part). They're good people. Kurt is a good person.
No doubt some of the valley folk find Kurt a little... strange. Their father was always an intensely private man, which only intensified after Kurt was born, largely isolating the little family on their farm. Some had their theories as to why—the mother either died or left or has been deathly ill for years within the little farmhouse, the child was sickly or ill-adjusted or malformed in some way—but it never went further than village gossip. For as strange as they were, whenever anyone saw the Engelstedt child out on the fields or down at the market, they seemed bright and friendly and as hard a worker as anyone else. What did it matter if they were a little strange? Flat-chested and narrow-hipped, but with long flowing hair and linen dresses and aprons, their voice high and lilting like a girl's. It didn't matter. They never hurt anyone.
And yet, here they were. Gagged and tightly bound to a cold stone slab in the dead of night, draped in humiliating silks and jewels and painted with runes smeared by their panicked thrashing, the flickering candlelight catching on a ritual knife held above their chest.
Everyone knew about the strange mountain folk. Everyone were told to be careful when traveling or hiking, to never venture off alone, to stick to known paths and stay firmly within the light. Who knew what such strange, frightening, old-fashioned folk as the mountain dwellers would do should they catch you unawares? Rob you? Hurt you? Snatch you? No, best just to leave them be. For many years, the villagers have been more than happy to do just that. As the mountain elder brings the knife down towards Kurt's heaving sternum, they finally understand why.
They're going to die here, an unwilling blood-sacrifice to some strange god, and they've done nothing to deserve it.
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Date: 2022-12-25 08:30 pm (UTC)Only one thing would make it better -- and it's this he pushes for, knowing damn well that Junpei will either love it like he does or slap him for it. Corry reaches out, gently touching the bell and making it ring.] I don't think cute little milk cows talk like that, do they? I think they say something else when they want their master's attention, don't you?
SEXGOD BLESS US EVERY ONE
Date: 2022-12-25 08:41 pm (UTC)[The voice is soft, smooth, smoky, accompanied by what looks like dozens of shadowy, dark tendrils slithering out of the darkened woods, seizing the solemn, robed worshippers and prompting shouts of shock and horror. Rarely do the gods interfere in the worship of any mortals -- for it's all the same to a deity, the grain and wine of the peaceful valley folk or the blood and flesh of the mountain people. It just varies which god will answer the call, accept the sacrifice. Another would've allowed the trembling, teary-eyed youth to be slaughtered, would've reveled in their shed blood, their gasps for life.
But not this god. He enjoys blood, but he prefers to accept his sacrifices in another manner -- one no less public or demonstrative, but definitely less fatal. The shadowy bonds drag the elder away from the altar, letting him fall to his knees in worship as the god appears from the shadows, dark-eyed and clothed in smoky garments that seem to be made of darkness itself.
Corrigan, god of secret, sacred, forbidden desire and taboo pleasures, allowed the wispy tendrils of his divine essence to release the mountain worshippers, slithering instead up and over the altar to examine the bound, trembling sacrifice. Young, healthy, warm beneath the boldly exploring appendages which slowly crept under the loose clothes and began seeking out the places that would make the youth squirm in pleasure.
Corrigan smiles, stepping closer, looming strong and huge above the altar, one hand moving to stroke at the young captive's shivering thigh.] Do not fear, little mortal. Submit to me and I will not harm you.
A KRIMBO MIRACLE
Date: 2022-12-25 09:26 pm (UTC)He doesn’t look human. Ethereally beautiful, too beautiful to be real, wisps of warm smoke curling from his form and snaking up their bound limbs. Kurt stares, fingers and toes curling, trying for the life of them to parse what’s happening.
Little mortal. Is this the god of the mountain folk? Is this the being they’re being sacrificed to?
The smart thing to do here is to submit, as they’re told. Instead, they fight harder, screaming against the gag in their mouth, arms and legs yanking at the ropes tying them to the altar as the god’s hand slides up their thigh. With their legs spread like this, with the thin ritual silks draped over their body, it’s impossible to miss their… anatomy. Clearly, the worshipers have chosen their sacrifice with care and thought.
To please their Holy One.]
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Date: 2022-12-26 02:00 am (UTC)… and then those words come out of his mouth. Her eyes narrow as he jangles the bell. Annoyance bubbles up inside of her … but embarrassingly, it’s not alone. There’s company with it, a little tickle of a thrill.
She is so mad about it. Her voice is as steely as her gaze. ]
Milk cow?
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Date: 2022-12-26 04:47 am (UTC)Baby, you know you're the prettiest, most gorgeous, sexiest girl I've ever met. I'm so fuckin' into you it drives me nuts.
But I also know you're a kinky little brat and there's a part of you that wants to submit and be my cute little milk cow, hm? So now bout you just let go, huh?
Y E S also me switching to brackets by mistake oops
Date: 2022-12-26 05:05 am (UTC)"You have nothing to fear, child. Just surrender to the pleasure. Let it wash over you and through you." As he speaks, the god's warm, broad hand slides up the inside of the youth's leg, beneath the sheer fabric of their robes. His fingertips give just as much dizzying pleasure as his smoky tendrils do, especially when they stroke up the slick split and along the soft shaft nestled between the mortal's thighs.
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Date: 2022-12-26 04:24 pm (UTC)They can’t comprehend why it feels so good.
The man tells them to surrender, to enjoy his touch, to just submit to pleasure without fear, and the thought feels incomprehensible to them as they squirm and writhe and scream against the gag. But then his fingers find their cunt—their biggest shame—and the mere stroke of his fingers sends wild shocks of ecstasy through their bound form. Kurt’s eyes widen, their head tips back, their back arches clean off the stone slab as their scream melts into a surprises moan. Without wanting it to, their cock twitches at his touch, slowly growing hard.
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Date: 2022-12-26 06:04 pm (UTC)But later, perhaps. For now, the god has a goal -- gently coaxing his sacrifice into heights of bliss they'd never experienced before, then claiming them for his own. Corrigan knows his realm, his divine presence, his undivided attentions, are exactly what this beautiful, fearful creature needs.
"Have you never touched yourself like this?" Corrigan asks in a soft, purring voice, one of his tendrils stroking up the young human's stirring cock, in time with the deity's fingers, teasing between the untouched folds of their cunt. "Never, little one? Is my touch the first you've ever felt? Fortunate mortal. You will never be satisfied by another's touch, ever again."
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Date: 2022-12-26 07:01 pm (UTC)But the man—god? pleasure incarnate?—touches them between their legs like there’s nothing to fear, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and the pleasure that rocks their trembling frame is anything but shameful. Tendrils stroke and caress their cock with slow, gentle squeezes, his fingers play between their folds, growing more and more slick, his touch hot and tingling with a magic Kurt cannot comprehend.
Their sobbing moans grow louder against the cloth in their mouth, drowning out the chants and rumbling from the gathered faithful, watching with rapt attention as their god toys with his bounty. Kurt can’t look, can’t bear knowing they’re all watching, their eyes squeezed shut as they shake their head back and forth. Whether it’s an answer to his question or a plea for mercy is impossible to tell—though their twitching hips and fluttering cunt seems to speak for them.
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Date: 2022-12-26 11:17 pm (UTC)Then Corrigan reaches up, gently tugs the gag away, out from between the moaning mortal's full lips, thumbing their mouth open, listening to their shuddery gasps. "Tell me your name," he commands, slowly pressing his first two fingers inside the helpless sacrifice for the first time, watching their face as he sinks in to the knuckles. "And I shall tell you what name to cry out as I take you."
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Date: 2022-12-27 03:27 am (UTC)If only she wasn’t hornier than she was proud.
After a few moments of resistance, there’s a sound. A quiet, embarrassed, moo. ]
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Date: 2022-12-27 05:36 am (UTC)C'mon, baby. A little more effort. Show me how much you want it.
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Date: 2022-12-27 07:39 pm (UTC)And the fingers, the fingers, playing with their slippery folds, spreading them apart, pressing inside them to find their body aflame with desire, slick and squeezing around every thick knuckle. Kurt barely dares to open their eyes, looking up at the being playing with them, unsure if it's dread or wanting that floods their senses in that moment. They've never felt anything like this.
"K-K-Kurt," they shakily manage, their own name melting into a loud moan that makes the worshipers murmur with approval. Their hips twitch, bucking hard against the deity's hand, feeling his fingers filling them up while the tendrils continue stroking their cock. This pleasure is impossible. Kurt can't possibly survive this. "P-Please— I beg you, Lord, pleeease—!"
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Date: 2022-12-28 01:41 am (UTC)She lifts her head, causing the bell to jangle and those amazing titties to bounce, letting out a much more confident 'Mooooo!'. Although it's clear from the look on her face right after she's embarrassed by how loud she'd been.
It's clear to her this is absolutely a play on her ... gifts, but if she's honest it does kind of turn her on how frequently he obsesses over them. In school the attention they got had been more of an annoyance, but with him it made her feel attractive in a way she never had before. ]
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Date: 2022-12-31 04:45 am (UTC)So he reaches out, hands cupping her sweet, full breasts, squeezing possessively, thumbs finding the hard peaks of her nipples through the thin fabric.] That's my good girl. My sweet little milk cow.
[Slowly circling his touch around the tips of Junpei's tits, Corrigan arches an eyebrow, prompting:] Tell me what you want more, pretty girl. Do you want my big cock inside you? Fucking you deep? Making you squeal?
[A pause, the other eyebrow arching as he feels the bikini's cloth grow damp.] Or do you want me to milk you?
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Date: 2022-12-31 05:01 am (UTC)Another coiled around the slender column of their neck, squeezing just enough that their eyes rolled back, breath coming shaky and raspy. He knew, of course, all the best ways to make an innocent mortal wild with bliss, to manipulate their wonderfully responsive bodies into begging for more. They were always so scandalized, so shocked at their own depravity. Had they really moaned at pain or restraint, had they truly thrilled at being so manhandled? Corrigan was certain Kurt would be like that, so mortified at how a gripping touch on their throat dizzied then with pleasure.
That is, if he allowed them a spare moment to catch their breath and think straight.
"Corrigan, my lovely little pet. When you plead for my touch, beg me to fill you up, call me by my name." A wave of his hand, and the god -- the demon -- stood proud and unclothed, his clothes disappearing like smoke, revealing his thick, inhuman cock. It was textured oddly, ripples and contours along its gleaming length, the spadelike head dripping thick, slick silvery fluid. "But when I am inside you, when I fuck you, Kurt, call me Master."
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Date: 2022-12-31 09:13 pm (UTC)But the pleasure coursing through them is impossible to deny. As he continues fingering them, stroking their cock, playing with their sensitive nipples, Kurt shudders helplessly with ecstasy, pale freckled skin warming and reddening with shame and pleasure both, no longer able to stop their hips from meeting his hand.
In fact, as the being—the creature, the demon, Corrigan, his name is Corrigan—disrobes before them, revealing his enormous cock for all to see, their cunt flutters hard with inexplicable hunger around his fingers. Kurt yearns to feel it entering them, stirring up their insides, heightening their pleasure before the worshipers' watchful eyes. He utters his command, his order, and Kurt knows without doubt that they will follow his word to the letter. "Y-Yes, yes, Lord— C-Corrigan, Corrigan, please, Corrigan! I b-beg you, Corrigan, please, fill me up, I— I need you inside, inside, Corrigan, please—!"
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Date: 2023-01-02 07:36 am (UTC)"Very good," Corrigan purrs, several of his tendrils of shadow curling around the cords that had bound Kurt to the altar, destroying them in a flash of spiced scented smoke. The dark appendages replace the ropes immediately, of course, curling around the young mortal's wrists and binding them together. More tentacles slide up Kurt's legs, bending them at the knee and spreading them wide. Corrigan’s warm, bare body emanates heat as he settles between the spread, freckled thighs.
"Do you want my cock, little mortal?" He coos the words, sliding his fingers free of Kurt's soaked, dripping cunt, then guiding his cock to glide through the flushed, sensitive folds. "Do you want me to fuck you? Say it like that, those filthy words with your pretty mouth. Beg me to fuck you."
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Date: 2023-03-22 10:04 pm (UTC)But now that the Hotel—a discreet if wholly inaccurate name for “cam studio” and “live-in brothel”—has been sold, they don’t really have a choice. And if the new owner decides to do away with the whole sex-work angle and actually use the building as a hotel, Kurt would need a job even more, even as a housekeeper or concierge. Living in Los Angeles is expensive. Losing room and board at the Hotel would be devastating.
So they’re dressed to impress today, their thick long hair pinned into a tight bun, their silk blouse buttoned all the way up and tucked into a pair of pressed slacks. Smart, adult, professional—and stuffy, so far removed from their usual baby pink slut aesthetic. But you do what you have to for the job, right?
With a minute to spare, Kurt knocks on the door to the manager’s office, and as soon as they’re called, they swallow their pride and enter. “Mr. Molloy? I’m Kurt Engelstedt, I’m here for my interview?”