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It was hot and sticky and primal and dangerous the way things could also be sweet and soft and gentle. She caressed your thighs like she was marking territory, the tingling cascades of her fingers tracing your skin leaving your breath hitching in your chest. There wasn’t any holding back, simply soft devotion in the most deeply human sense; the kind that bordered on obsession, the kind that teetered over the edge of sanity, but tasted so sweet on the tongue and slid perfectly smooth down your throat.
“Please,” she whispered, the messy fringe casting a shadow over her wide eyes as she looked up at you, drool pooling on her tongue, eyes ablaze with a fierce need, “Please.”
You’d forgotten what you’d been so worked up about in the first place–forgot the panging guilt, the massive ache hoarding up all the space in your chest, the futile and burning hatred you felt when you looked at a mirror–all of it seemed so miniscule, so… far away. Your eyes stung with that post-tear clearness, cheeks felt dry as the salty tears caked away, and Sevika’s hands roamed your body as if the exploration of her fingers alone would get her off.
She peppered kisses against your inner thighs, the weight of her heavy hands gripping either as she spread them slowly apart only adding to the warmth you felt growing in your cheeks, the mess of it all you felt building deep in your gut. Her lips were harsh, sloppy, steaming hot tongue lapping against your smooth skin before kissing away the drool she left.
“Let me show you,” she breathed heavily, her brows so perfectly arched as she looked up from between your legs, eyes wide and wet and pleading as she bore into you with each punctuated word, every twitch of her fingers as she held your legs apart with a gentle ease, “Let me show you how beautiful you are, how… How perfectly fit to be mine.”
Every nerve ending was fire beneath her touch, your gaze turning to mist as you got lost in her eyes as her tongue flicked over her lips, her breath kissing over your panties and causing your throbbing clit to quiver. It was only your breath, but it already had your mind reeling with how good it felt to let her have her way with you: despite the praise, despite the worship you felt you didn’t deserve. Even if it was only for a moment, she could take it all away, the protection she offered then being something far greater than the strength she clearly held, the charisma, the brooding talent to lead.
So you let yourself forget, let everything slip away, let the weight of it all fall into her arms to shoulder while she all but worshipped you, held you, coddled you, got off on the idea of having you in the ways no one else could, making you feel the things no one else could; loving every second of getting to please you and getting you to lose all that self-doubt in a shaking, quivering orgasm of complete and utter servitude to the love she could give you when she finally got you to let her.
There was a soft little nod, your cheeks and neck and shoulders burning as you turned a bit, the flipping and twirling of your stomach when she looked at you with such devotion only letting you hold her gaze for so long. You lifted your arm to cover your face–
Hers was already there, her sturdy metal arm holding her up above you as her other took hold of your wrist, lifting it away from your face. When you tried to struggle, her grip tightened, but she merely peppered kisses down your arm as she bade you to do as she pleased.
“None of that now, love,” she sighed through a smile, leaning forward ever so slightly to give a soft, wet kiss to your cheek, “Tell me; if you want to let me take you away from it all, want to let me have you, then tell me, my sweet doll.”
She didn’t have to hold a tight grip on your wrist to keep your arm away from your face as she looked down at you with that hunger in her eyes, her bulge pressing against your waist as she leaned over you, hot breath brushing against your face as she waiting for you to look up at her and speak.
“I–” You started, voice caught in your throat. There was that brutal, debilitating wave washing over you again, muscles tensing, breathing starting to grow rapid, unsteady–
And there she was, a thigh gently settled between your legs, weight so subtly putting that pressure atop you, thumb rubbing over your cheek as she let soft hushes fall from her lips.
“Look at me, baby,” she murmured, letting another kiss grace your skin, this one just as warm but far more meaningful, the feel of it running straight through your body as her low voice worked its way through you.
You did; you looked up at her, you couldn’t help yourself. The dizzying pressure of knowing you were being seen hit your core in a way only Sevika knew how to do, her eyes so full of need and devotion and hunger and love and loyalty and the way her breath hitched when your eyes met and how her hair fell over her eyes and how her prosthetic seemed to shake a bit when you finally saw her the way she wanted you too-
“There she is,” she smiled. Fuck, it was such a lovely smile, all full of those wide and telling eyes and full lips with a bit of teeth and high cheeks turning even higher: the kind where she wasn’t hiding her joy from herself, masking it away in lieu of needing to be something else.
She got to be what she needed to be with you, too; it wasn’t one sided. She got to free you from all the things she saw holding you down, got to be the one to hold you softly when the sun rose and smile at you without worrying of who saw, laughing without thinking of the sound. There was nothing that felt more freeing than the simple joy you bought her.
For that, this was the least she could do.
Every muscle rippled beneath her skin as she watched you, body emanating her heat and desire as she fought the urge to devour you the way you were, before she got to show you how much she needed you.
Your own doe eyes were still locked to hers, waiting.
You felt her bulge twitch in her boxers as she barely managed to shift her weight atop you, her thigh pressing just a bit firmer between your own.
“I–I… I don’t… It’s just–It’s all too much,” you muttered, voice breaking a bit as you heard yourself speak, losing its stability as you watched the concern continue to rise in her eyes along with that need to please you.
“Then let me take it all away, love,” she breathed, not missing a beat in offering, drooling over herself as she watched you already starting to succumb to the way she could make you feel, “Let me give you everything I know you deserve,” she swallowed hard, shifting her hips against your own and letting out a soft groan, “I’ll worship you like the Goddess you are, babygirl, I’ll take you far away from here,” she mumbled, half to herself as she looked down at you and plead, begged, “Let me fix it, baby. Tell me I can.”
You knew what she’d do: she’d tear you apart from the inside out, make you feel things you didn’t think possible, make you forget things you thought so deeply ingrained in what you were, could rebuild you in her own image in a way that made you totally and completely hers.
And you fucking loved it.
Her mouth fell just slightly agape, teeth glinting in the darkened light of the room as you swear you heard a growl work its way from her core as she shook with a violent need to taste you, please you.
“Yes,” you whispered.
She was quick, not wasting a second after that sweet voice of yours hit her ears, but slick, gentle, moved about you with a desire that made her rush to rip your panties aside and give your sopping cunt a taste, yet one that was steady and practiced, tracing every ridge and edge and soft curve and gentle roll with trained hands that knew where your body most needed to be touched.
She gripped either hip with a sharp precision, fingers sinking into soft skin and groping each inch of you that hands could touch–ass, tummy, hips, thighs–leaving sloppy kisses on the hemline of your now-tattered underwear that seeped over your skin and mingled with your ever-pooling slick. The closer she got to your cunt, the harder her heaving breath seemed to get, chest swelling as she huffed your scent while letting her eyes roll back in her skull.
She fondled your body with hands that made you feel seen, made you feel wanted for what you already were. She took in a hard huff of you, moaning loudly with the exhale as her hands stopped their roaming for a just a second–just long enough for her to work her throbbing cock out of her pants.
Even just that short moment was too long for her, her hands finding their way back to you as she grumbled something soft under her breath.
She was breathless, her chest heaving ever so softly as you saw her eyes go wide as she focused on your cunt, taking in every fold and crease and gentle roll and stray hair and stretch mark and dark spot–
Her hands worked their way over the dips and divots of your rounded edges, the valleys of the curves and the warm skin of each plush part of you. You shivered to the touch, panting amongst yourself as you fought the urge to close your eyes, fought the urge to turn away and hide and run from the things you so badly wanted; from the feelings you so graciously deserved and which Sevika would eagerly give you, as long as you continued to let her.
When a hand reached further up, pushing your little blouse over to the side, you could only gasp in tiny moans as her cold prosthetic fingers played over your hardened nipples, wriggling where you lay as she teased you with her soft touch, her need to see you, to feel you. The thought of her really seeing you all splayed out like this had you stomach turning both in that automatic feeling of self-loathing that you were so used to, but quickly became something much different.
Instead of not wanting to be seen, or touched, or had in any way, you let her. As she left a steaming hot kiss, soft as a petal, right at the top of your cunt to grace your already throbbing clit, you felt the way she wanted you.
It was primal, it was needy, it was obsessive and mind-rotting and full of a devotion only the two of you could ever understand; the way she looked at you was enough to show she was already deciding how to devour you whole, her eyes trained on the parts of you she wanted to kiss and fuck and hold and praise because she wanted to give you everything.
She moaned with the first stripe of her tongue, started at the entrance of your cunt and slowly came up, lips already locked around your clit as her tongue found its way through your folds, exploring that perfectly sensitive spot of yours and completely coming undone by the taste.
It was heaven to her, the purest form of ecstasy she thought she could ever feel, and she refused to hold back in the way she swore to worship you. She ruined your cunt with her thick and steaming tongue, lapping away at your slick as it continued to drip over her cheeks, down her chin. She held the plush of your thighs tight, gripping you with a possessiveness that said ‘mine’ without her having to speak a word, pulling your legs further apart every time the pleasure had them trembling and coming back together.
Her lips worked over you, sucking and kissing and smiling against you in a way that had you blushing as much as you were crying out in pleasure, every moan of hers sending that soft little vibration over your clit and straight to your core. How desperate she was over pleasing you always had your heart beating in your ears and your stomach flipping in your gut, her soft grunts as she struggled not to start pumping her cock too soon in fear of cumming before she was done with you… Just hearing how much she could get off from making you feel something had you getting closer and closer to that peak.
“Sev…” you whispered beside yourself, breath hitching in your throat as her tongue worked reckless little circles and flicks over your clit, hands trembling as they gripped your thighs, drool and slobber and slick and arousal all dripping down her face and making a mess on the sheets. She was gone in you, completely lost in the way she needed to make you feel.
When you said her name, though, it shot straight to her core, her eyes looking up over your soft little tummy to smirk at you as she gave another harsh suck to your cunt, hands massaging into your legs as they started to quiver over her shoulders.
“What’s that, my love?” She asked, low and gruff against your cunt, making your squirm again in her grip, “Did you call for me?”
You closed your eyes again, blushing a deeper shade of pink and feeling the little bumps rising up on your skin as you struggled with knowing she was looking at you: really looking at you, same as before, but this time with her face covered in your slick and her head sat nice and snug between your legs.
“I… I–” you started.
“None of that, sweet thing,” she said, giving another soft suck to your clit, eyes lighting ablaze when she saw your back arch against the mattress, “Open your eyes and watch me please you, babygirl.”
Her arms reached up, head dipping back down to torture your clit with her tongue as she pulled your arms to the side, humming against your lips as you fought against yourself to do what you were told and look at the only woman who had ever made you feel like your body was worthy of the pleasure, worthy of the praise.
She chuckled against you, letting her tongue work quick swipes against your throbbing clit as she felt you coming closer and closer. She kept her gaze trained on you as her hands continued working their way over your body–teasing, fondling, perfectly holding and massaging and touching in just the right placed–waiting for you to meet her gaze.
When you did, she smiled, growling beneath your breath as you looked at her with that lovely little fucked-out expression, doe eyes all wide and hair a bit frizzy from where you writhed against the pillows, cheeks and neck and shoulders all flushed and muscles tensing under plush skin as you fought to get yourself as close to your orgasm as you could.
“There’s my beautiful girl,” she muttered, lapping against your hole once, then twice, before focusing her attention back to your clit, giving it gentle little sucks between words as she took you closer, brought you higher, lifted you further, “Focus on me, love” she said, “I need to see your face when I get to make you cum. I need–”
You struggled with that feeling within yourself, not sure if you could really let go of every thought that’d ever wracked your brain, every little insecurity and fat roll and side-eye and rude comment and too-tight clothes… They seemed like a weight that held you down and in place, making sure you never got to think too good of yourself, for everyone else’s sake.
But here was Sevika, hard and throbbing and leaking pre just from feeling you, from tasting you, her eyes blazing and skin glistening and praise filling your ears as she ate your cunt like it was her purpose, her religion, a fucking hymn to be sung for the rest of time, your pleasure the only thing that could truly please her in the end. She worshipped your body, devoured every insecurity and second-thought and bit of self-doubt, crumbling them between strong, warm hands and those thick and luscious lips that only ever wanted to make you feel like you were the only one to ever matter; the only one to ever exist to her. No one else’s body made her feel the way yours would, no one else’s skin would feel so silken beneath her touch, cunt taste so sweet on her tongue. She was an addict, you were her drug, and she was set to chase an overdose every night on the way she could get you to make her feel.
You looked down at her, pushing past all that feeling and doubt and hate and fear, and only saw her, the one person who made you feel safe, loved, perfect.
“You… You feel so good, Sev,” you said, trying to speak up over that horrid pit in your stomach that you’ve always been fighting against. You reached down between your legs, letting your shaking and pleasure-twitching hand run a finger across her forehead, then down her slick-ridden cheek as she lifted her face into your touch, jaw slack as she drooled over your cunt and her eyes fluttered at the feel of your love through your soft hand.
You couldn’t help but to have your cunt clench around nothing at the way she looked all blissed-out just from a soft little touch, the smallest bit of praise. You soaked in how desperate she was to hear how good she could make you feel, tangling your fingers in her short and thick hair as you lifted your hips, pushed her face back down against your cunt.
“Please don’t stop,” you muttered, feeling that wicked smirk of hers spreading across her lips as she started up her relentless lapping against you, a guttural moan leaking from her throat as she got lost in the taste of you again.
You pulled her face against you, pushing and pulling along with her movements, grinding your cunt against her tongue as you, too, finally got lost in just how far she could get you to go. You pulled her into you with reverence and ferocity, chasing the high you knew only she could provide; her soft words, her gentle worship, her need to make you feel like everything you’ve ever hated about yourself was nothing more than a weak little memory of someone else’s.
She gripped hard at your skin, grabbing soft rolls and hanging onto your plush thighs, fingers leaving little bruises where she touched, needing to hold you, needing to feel you as she got to bring you to your peak. Her other hand, though–and she couldn’t help it–had already found its way to her aching cock, stroking over her length and leaking pre onto her lap as she found a steady pace that matched the rhythm of her tongue dancing over your clit.
Each groan she let out was like a growl, each lap over you folds sucking up more grool and slick and leaving her own spit and drool in its wake, relentlessly working over your throbbing and sensitive clit in that perfect way she knew you loved, practiced tongue made perfect for you as she took it upon herself to learn what made you squeal and study it, master it, commit it to memory.
You couldn’t help yourself but to ride her face like the fucked-out, love-drunk, whore that you were for her. Only she could see you like this, only she would ever get beneath your skin in a way that made you feel like you were worth it.
She pushed herself into your cunt as your bucked against her face, twitched against her tongue, ground on her chin, clenched around nothing as you gasped for breaths between sparratic moans, her name falling from your tongue in short bursts, her smirk hard against your dripping pussy as you rode into her, completley forgetting about how you might look and knowing, no matter what, that she fucking loved it.
You lost yourself then, to the way she could make you feel. You looked down at the way she clung to you, the way she ate into you like you’d be her last meal, the way she shook and groaned as her tip throbbed against her vicious pumping. When her gaze met yours, it was begging, pleading to taste your cum on her tongue, to feel your slick falling down her throat as you lost yourself on her–
And you did, fully and wholly and without any doubts or second thoughts. You looked down at her as your face contorted with that final twist of pleasure, that last little flick of her hot tongue, and you lost control of yourself. That little wire in your core finally snapped, your body trembling through its forced high as her tongue kept working over that sweet little spot of yours, thighs clenching tight around her head as you twitched and shook, your back arching, body writhing in the pleasure only she could bring you.
She sucked on your cunt long through your high, only pushing herself harder into you as you writhed and moaned and cried out her name for her. It was only when the violent twitches became slightly more lax, the soft cries became tiny little moans, that she dared to pull away.
You gaze was blurry, vision all cloudy with that post-cum haze, your entire body flushing and throbbing and coming back to itself after being brought to such rampant highs. You looked down at her, a bit shocked at the feel of the wetness on your cheeks, only to be graced with her devilish grin, cock hard and aching and throbbing as she stood from where she knelt between your legs, kicked her pants off her ankles, and crawled atop you.
“S-Sev, I–”
“Shh, baby,” she whispered, leaning over you and grinding her shaft along you sopping pussy, pushing her knees up and hooking them beneath your own to spread your legs a bit further, nestling herself perfectly between them. She leaned down, her body flush against yours as she held herself with either arm beside you, her wet and glistening lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, kissing your temple, then your cheek, working her way over your jaw, neck, sucking just hard enough to leave the faintest of little hickey love-bites, making sure to leave them in places everyone could see.
“No,” your voice hitched, breath heavy and needy and already begging her for more as she ground herself against you, letting her cock soak itself in your slick before leaning her hips down just a little bit more, nudging her tip at your entrance.
Her head found the crook of your neck, sucking and kissing and biting at soft skin as she shuddered through a deep groan.
“G-gunna… Gunna let me make you cum again, sweet girl?”
You bucked yourself against her, the first few inches pushing inside. Sevika’s arms buckled, breath stopped, muscles tightened and froze as she felt herself inside you.
She whined against your skin, bringing a hand to cradle your head and face, play with your hair and tangle her fingers up in it…
“Fuck,” she groaned, shivering again, “You… You’re so tight, so warm, soft…” she grunted, pushing herself ever so slightly just a bit more inside.
She let out the breath she was holding, convulsed against you as she did, whining and muttering and groaning sweet nothings of pleasure into your ear as she teased your quivering hole, gasped at eat clench from the stimulation, licked up your neck and kissed your lips as she felt your cunt pulling her deeper inside.
“So, so good,” she groaned, her breath hitching against your own little moans of overstimulation, your clit being dragged over her happy trail as she slowly started fucking in and out of you, refusing to bottom out so soon.
You practically shook beneath her with the constant vibrations against your cunt, your walls tugging and pulling and clenching and squelching around her cock, thighs quickly wrapped tight around her waist, trying and desperately failing to pull her deeper inside.
“‘Been so good for me,” she whispered against you, wrapping her arm tight beneath your body as the other cupped the side of your jaw, “So perfect, perfectly godlike,” she muttered, “M-My baby, babygirl…”
She quivered at the tension of your thighs pulling her in, finally giving way and slaming herself completely inside. Your precious cunt was begging for it, the squishing and squelching and dripping slick and plush walls and throbbing cervix and a hole more than fucking ready to take all of her–
You let out a tiny little moan, your hands finding them way across her waist, up and down her sides, over her back and in her hair and on her neck and holding her jaw, pulling her face down to give messy kisses, making sure to moan right into her mouth so she could keep tasting how good she made you feel off the sound.
“Tell me,” she said, determination behind her voice as her pace started to falter, the sound of her heavy balls smacking against your ass stuttering, “Tell me how beautiful you are,” she demanded.
Her grip on you got tighter, the heat between you growing hotter. Each thrust had her working inside you like it was the only thing she ever wanted to do, angled to perfectly hit that precious little spot inside that drove you over the edge, that shot electric through your nerves and had your legs twitching, eyes brimming with tears, throat all scratchy from calling her name.
You whined, pulling her down to give her another kiss–
“No, sweet girl,” she said, laying a hand on your chest as she shook her head, chuckling to herself as she looked down at you, “Admit it; tell me.”
You knew what she wanted and hated that she did it, even if it had you falling over the edge again, struggling to catch your breath, your tummy flipping over itself as your walls clenched hard around her.
She smiled wider as she watched you twitch.
“ ‘Ain’t gunna cum till I hear you say it, baby,” she said, causing another whine to rip through you as you clung to her harder.
“Please, please–” you started.
“Don’t beg,” she said, leaning down to pepper another few soft kisses on your lips, biting her tongue to keep from cumming before you told her what she wanted to hear, “Just tell me.”
You held your breath, fought that urge to squeeze your eyes shut tight again, the way she looked at you and demanded you to admit it just as overstimulating as her waist dragging against your fucked-out clit with each sloppy thrust. You felt that pressure building up just beneath your tummy, just at the base of your navel–right where you could feel her tip punching against your insides–that was about to spill over the edge.
You didn’t close your eyes. Instead, you looked up at her.
Her eyes were watery, wide, ablaze with the way your cunt could make her feel; the way you made her feel, how perfect you laid beneath her, how beautifully you could take all of her, how powerful you were when you came over her tongue. Her cheeks glistened with that perfect glow, eyes begged with you to admit what it is she’s always known, what she’ll try again and again to make you believe until her dying fucking breath.
She was mouthing the words, groaning, arms trembling beside you.
“Tell me, baby.”
“I–” you stammered, holding your breath and pulling her down onto you and clenching your walls as your thighs started to shake and your eyes started blurring–
“I’m beautiful,” you whispered under your breath, pushing your head into the crook of her neck as you came.
“Yes, yes,” she started, immediately talking you through it, praising you as she was moments away from her own release, “That’s so good babygirl, so good… You’re gorgeous princess,” her breath hitched, her hips buckles, “Perfect, perfect… so good for me, so good for me… You’re mine,” she stated, pulling you closer, a hand beneath your head as you gripped onto her while cumming undone.
The pressure erupted from your core, your squirt barely able to make its hard leak from around Sev’s cock as she continued fucking into you harder, grunting and groaned and growled into your ear, screamed for you as she felt the way you soaked her, the way it sounded as she kept thrusting into such a wet cunt…
“Gunna… Gunna cum inside,” she muttered, holding you tighter against her, gripping you like it was all she knew, “Been so good for me, baby… Gunna cum inside for you, yeah?”
You didn’t even think, could barely breathe, merely mumbled out a string of ‘yes’s and ‘please’s that were music to her fucking ears, hands digging into the muscle of her back as she kept fucking yout through your squirt, thorugh your clenching, through all that cumming and shaking and screaming and moaning and begging for her to cum inside you for being so good.
“P-please, Sev, I–”
“Hold me, baby,” she grunted, holding you tight as she thrusted into you once more, then twice, groaning deep and hard against you as her cock pulsed, twitched, writhed inside you, shooting hot and thick ropes deep, deep inside.
You wrapped your legs tight around her, pulling her down onto you harder, and made sure she couldn’t pull out even if she wanted to.
You didn’t care if you didn’t believe it yet, or if it didn’t always stick, or if sometimes it all came barreling back to you and slammed you on your ass. You had her, and she did everything she could to show you just how much you deserved to be loved, just how beautiful you deserved to feel.
“Mmmm…” she groaned, breath still hot and light against your skin, “ ‘Love you, pretty girl.”