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Sanctify - Cult Leader!Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Kinktober #06

Summary: After your worst semester at NYU, your Aunt Agatha convinces you to join the Children of Chaos as an alternative, and very expensive form of therapy. Leaving the cult becomes a very difficult task when you develop an unexpected affection for their leader.

Warnings: (+18), dom!wanda and brat!reader, rough smut, face-fucking, power dynamics, brat taming (ish), praising, lots of tension and teasing, definitely blasphemous on some levels, a lot of plot, mentions of past toxic relationship, unspecified age gap. | Words: 7.900k

A/N-> I’ve been dying to write something about Cult Leader Wanda since I watched the second season of Yellowjackets and became obsessed with Lottie Matthews, so while writing this, I was picturing Lottie’s cult to be fair. I also like how I ended this, as it makes it possible to turn it into a series. Good reading!

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Although the movement of the car brought a gentle breeze through the window, the weather was hot enough to actually make thinking painful. In an attempt to relieve the temperature a little, and perhaps escape Aunt Aggie's provocative reminiscences about the long journey and the events that made this trip necessary in the first place, you put your arm on the door, and propped your chin up, your face on the safety edge outside the window.

New York had been out of sight for hours and had given way to countless trees and a plantation further and further away. You figured it wouldn't take long for the radio signal to stop working, but to your pleasant surprise, the soft melody of cassette tapes hidden in the glove compartment by Nicholas were picked up once that happened.

Your cousin had grown up over the summer - His still youthful appearance now featured neatly cut curly hair and reading glasses that he often hung on the collar of his shirt. When younger, it was common to hear how much he resembled Sir. Scratch, his scumbag father in the words of Agatha and the other adults, not yours - but over time, he looked much more like his mother.

Nick met your gaze through the rearview mirror and gave you an assuring smile. You didn't reciprocate, but not because you were upset. Just because you were distracted by the huge sign coming around the next corner.

"Oh, boy, I've missed this place." Agatha commented with a nostalgic sigh, as soon as she noticed the entrance plaque. She slowed down enough that the wind wasn't enough anymore, so you returned to your original position with a low snort.

"There's still time to turn around." You muttered, getting a warning look from the older woman.

She leaned over, without answering you, to grab something from the open glove compartment. You pushed your hair back as a pamphlet was dropped into your lap.

"I know you hated the idea, but you need to trust your elders for once in your life, darling." Agatha began, as you grimaced at the crumpled paper. The title Children of Chaos was painted in red, but it was faded in several places. "The 70s were the apex for this place, I had a lot of fun here. It's such a unique experience, connecting with nature and the chaos that is part of us all."

Nick chuckled through his nose. "Mom, don't start your witch thing again, you'll scare her." Mocked your cousin from the passenger seat, but Agatha waved him off.

"She'll thank me when she gets there, I'm sure."

But you didn't do that. When the car finally came to a stop, and what looked more like a fancy farm merged with the forest took over your vision, all you did was crumple the Immersive Community pamphlet into your pocket and throw your old backpack over your shoulder.

Aunt Aggie and your cousin hugged you tightly, saying they were going to write, but they couldn't get past the reception desk since they weren’t part of the program. You saw Agatha take your mom’s borrowed credit card out of her purse to start your so-called treatment, and the last goodbyes left your tongue before one of the tutors started the tour of the place.

In between presenting a large number of different huts that served as dormitories and classrooms for the most diverse activities - painting, handicrafts or poetry were the ones you memorized - Mr. Emil Blonsky also took the time to welcome you, emphasizing how incredible the community was and how lucky anyone was to be there. You bit your tongue to keep from telling him that only those with money could.

Finally, Blonsky showed you the stables and greenhouses on the edge of the property, and on the way back to the rest of the huts, you noticed the path up the hill.

"And what's up there?"

The man stopped walking with a small smile. He was wearing clothes very similar to those of the other people you'd seen on the tour, the difference being a golden necklace with a strange symbol that was hidden by the movement of his loosely buttoned shirt.

"We must not go up there without permission." He begins, although he's smiling, there's something in his gaze that says this rule cannot be disrespected. " The Prophetess' Retreat is a sacred place of peace and reflection."

You look back at the hut at the bottom of the mountain, far enough away that you can't make out the decorations on the balcony, but still beautiful and quiet, high enough to make it look like the prophet had her own little piece of heaven.

"So, no bothering the boss without asking? Got it." You retort, getting a chuckle from the other at the summary. He starts walking again along the path towards the general area, but you can't help the curiosity burning in your chest. "About this prophet, will she be isolated up there or will I get a chance to meet her?"

Blonsky walks up beside you, and looks you in the eye to say; "You'll meet her when it's time to meet her, not early and not late."

You don't know what to say to that, everything here is so theatrical in a way. Mystical, you might say. It suits Aunt Aggie so well, that it's not hard to imagine her here, dancing to the midnight moon and talking to the trees. She already does that in New York, it should have been much simpler in the middle of the forest.

"Come, child. You must start the cleaning process soon." Announces the man as he picks up the pace on the trail. With a sigh, you decide not to contradict him by saying that you bathed before coming, thank you.

It was soon revealed that the cleansing process really meant a bath - the colleagues around you who helped you laughed when you joked that it was a strange way of saying that someone stinks, before clarifying that it was nothing of the sort. The Cleansing Process was a bath of salts and herbs, in a tub of stones and some kind of botanical baptism, the latter of which only members who had completed thirteen full moons could take part in. You would be invited to the baptism with the prophet's blessing, but there was still a long way to go.

Blonsky handed your uniforms, and explained the last rules before leaving you alone, or almost, since your hut was shared with six other people, and despite this, it seemed very comfortable and organized. There were bunk beds and private bathroom spaces, and at least three spacious shelves for each. The latter wouldn't be of much use to you, since you'd brought almost nothing and the vast majority of your belongings had been left at NYU. Just thinking about that place gave you a terrible stomach ache: You would have skipped dinner, but the mere suggestion of not attending made one of your colleagues frown in concern and repeat the rules, so you ended up giving that up.

The routine that followed was calm: it didn't surprise you that the new members were responsible for the hardest tasks, and it didn't bother you either. You were never afraid of hard work, and keeping your hands busy also helped to calm your mind, so it was a win-win. Besides, even if you didn't get the jobs nobody wanted, all veterans had chores. There was some rule about the amount of service time and dedication being rewarded, so those senior members could choose what they wanted to do first.

You didn't have to worry about this anyway: you would do what you had to do because, after all, the agreement was to stay here only for the summer. However, with each passing day away from exams, traffic, and New York's typical filth, it became harder to imagine leaving the Children of Chaos and their strange harmony and kindness.

After three weeks in the group, you learned to knit. You also earned the privilege of mail when you showed up for all your appointments without delay and decided to check the items in the privacy of your cabin during the last hour of prayer.

Since you hadn't yet found your faith or received your calling or whatever weird way Blonsky explained this, you barely joined in the prayer sessions. This evening, excited to receive news from home, was no different.

Aunt Aggie wrote about the store doing well and mentioned your mother, who didn't write to you with more than vague words about hoping you'd feel better soon. The best present was hidden in Nicholas' letter about the university being a sack without his favorite cousin. Wrapped in silk and next to a lighter.

You haven't earned the right to write outside yet - something about a month in isolation to accomplish. So you just clutched the items to your chest and wished your cousin knew how grateful you were.

Your initial intention was to save the weed for some more stressful day - which was rare in the leisurely pace of this place - but the last letter made you consider using it all that night.

The recipient's perfect handwriting, and the address you knew by heart. You didn't even open the item, you put it away in your drawer and stood up with the weed hidden in your pants pocket.

The common area was empty, as the vast majority of your colleagues were praying. You stepped up to one of the bonfires and threw the unopened letter into the flames, without hesitation and without caring to see it burn. You turned on your heels and continued along the trail, heading for one of the few more secluded spots you had discovered during the hours of exploring between tasks.

The rules were clear about the prophet's hut but said nothing about the road towards it. And since apparently everyone there was afraid of upsetting the boss, that spot was always empty and the perfect place to smoke in hiding.

You leaned against a tree, curled up and lit the weed, and tried to keep away all the painful memories about last semester that the damn letter had brought up.

You were halfway through a joint when you heard a voice at the end of the trail next to you.

"Good evening, Y/N."

"Jesus fucking Christ." You gasped, jumping with fright and almost dropping the blunt to the ground. You looked sideways abruptly, imagining that you were hallucinating because of the weed, and were almost sure that you were when the words escaped you due to the apparition in front of you. The most beautiful woman you've ever seen in your life. Instead of a uniform, she wore a loose dark wine dress that hugged her curves perfectly; her long red hair cascaded down her shoulders and back and her emerald eyes shone curiously in your direction. The dim light from the fire lamps scattered along the trail and the moon really made the woman look like an angel.

You coughed awkwardly. "Sorry, you scared me." You clarified, the cigarette hidden behind your back a stupid attempt to mask what you were doing. Sure enough, your pupils were dilated, and it was very easy to see the smoke. So, as soon as you tried to hide it, you gave up, offering the woman an awkward chuckle and gesturing the cigarette gently. "Don't tell on me."

There was a soft pause, which you couldn't tell from the intoxication in your system. The woman watched for a moment as the charming gesture of bringing the cigarette to the smile formed on your lips and blew the smoke into the starry sky with your neck slightly stretched. Your mind seemed to clear, and before the woman could speak, you grimaced. "Wait, didn't you just say my name? How..?"

She smiled, folding her hands in front of her body. "It was premeditated that we met today, of course. I'm Wanda."

You've heard her name before, in conversation circles and in advertisements about her heavenliness hanging around.

"Shit." It was your natural reaction, which made her laugh softly, and it must have been the weed's fault that the sound echoed in your mind and made your body shudder.

"Don't worry, I won't snitch on you." She assures you with an easy smile playing on her lips, and you swallow dry, completely at a loss.

"Thanks... but I thought you were the boss." You mumble, and Wanda makes a funny expression, like a false realization.

"Oh, you're right." She murmurs amusedly. "I think I can let this one slide if you'll share it with me."

"Fuck, of course, here." Your limbs feel strange, almost too heavy to move around her. You awkwardly hand her the cigarette, certain that your face is flushed. Hell, the last time you were this clumsy was last semester, with-

"You swear a lot." Wanda's comment pulls you out of your daze. She takes a long drag before adding: "Especially for a Christian."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "My father's a Christian, not me." You retort, and end up grimacing. "And how do you know-"

"This is a very exclusive program, sweetheart." Wanda cuts you off again, the cigarette between her fingers but her gaze is completely focused on your face. "Having a lot of money or being someone's niece isn't enough to guarantee you a spot, but a good letter of recommendation might. And Agatha wrote me almost everything about you, except the reason for rushing to get you here before the next recruitment period."

The sentence was an invitation for you to speak, but you didn't fall for the bait. On the contrary, you looked away with tense shoulders, and Wanda didn't press. At least, not now. She took another drag before commenting more softly:

"We have general meetings every Wednesday. We encourage members to open up."

You grimace softly. "Group therapy isn't my thing."

But Wanda smiles lopsidedly, giving you back the joint. " Neither is nice weed." She retorts a little provocatively, attracting your attention. "If you want to try something new, show up next week. And if you want to try something good, you should try the weed from our greenhouse. It won't taste like crushed dirt." Adjusting her hair around her shoulders, she offers you a wink. "Have a good night, darling."

You think about the color of her eyes for the rest of the night.

-&-

Sooner than you'd expect, you'll discover that Wanda isn't the type to let things slide. Far from it, she notices everything, especially those who are being too slack and prone to not following the teachings of the Children of Chaos, possibly ruining their record of total efficiency or something.

She puts an end to your plans for a quiet summer, trying to go unnoticed among the countless other followers just as abruptly as she left her meditation hut. Wanda seems to appear at every moment that you consider escaping from your commitments - it even occurs to you that she has a particular interest in watching you, but the idea sounds so absurd that you push it away while forcing a polite smile before returning to your duties.

Less than two weeks after you met, you finally stopped avoiding Group Therapy and showed up on time to join the session. The presence of Wanda, in a loose dark purple dress and her red hair tied up in a neat braid, makes you almost give up, convinced that you couldn't say anything without stuttering in the presence of such a stunning woman.

But she offers a gentle smile, opening her arms softly. "Come along, darling, you're just in time." She greets and you stumble towards a corner in the background, begging the gods that you can attend in silence this time.

It doesn't seem so difficult when it's other people doing it. A young man with whom you've already shared the task of looking after the stables spoke of the frustrations of returning from enforced service with a missing limb, and how the support he didn't get from the government and family members, he found here. Bucky received a finger-snapping applause - something that was explained to you as a way to avoid triggers on the countless ex-combatants or victims of post-traumatic stress that make up the crowd - before giving his turn to another ex-military woman, Carol Danvers.

More stories were shared until Wanda's gaze fell on your slumped figure and she called your name. All the attention in the room fell on you too, and you chuckled awkwardly.

"Thanks, but I'm not good at public speaking." You retorted, but Wanda, with her hands folded over her stomach, gave you a gentle smile.

"Don't worry about it, dear, this is a no-judgment zone." She says, but you make no mention of getting up, and her gaze becomes more insistent. "It's important that we all make an effort to be present at these exercises. We encourage participation around here. Come along, dear, please." And she smiled so kindly that you could only trust her.

The group offered a small chorus of encouragement, and before you knew it, you were a few steps away from the redhead, who held out her hands for your wrists.

"I want you to take a deep breath and close your eyes." Wanda guided, her melodic voice bringing goose bumps all over your body. "Turn all your attention inward. And tell me, is there anything in there that you'd like to share with the group?"

The memories of last semester hit you full force. But Wanda massages your wrists and it feels as if she can calm down the whole storm inside of you.

You sigh, before opening your eyes. "I... I don't know where to start." Your whisper is met by another chorus of support from the members, who retort that you're safe. Wanda releases your wrists to sit with the others, and you try not to be so self-conscious while you're in the spotlight. "I think I can share with you the reason why I'm here." You declare a moment later, taking another deep breath.

Bucky gives you an encouraging smile, mimicking that of the people around him, and you swallow.

"I don't have a history of fighting and overcoming war or any illnesses, so I'm sorry to disappoint anyone." You mumble, receiving confused looks.

The former sergeant assures you: "No problem competes with another. All our pains have their importance." And it seems to be something that has already been repeated here a few times because everyone shakes their heads in agreement.

You scratch the back of your head awkwardly. "Right... well, I won't beat around the bush. A month ago, when I was first enrolled here, I had just been kicked out of my house. Well, it wasn't exactly my house anymore, because I'd been living on campus for about three years, but I think you get the idea." You say, laughing awkwardly at the anxiety in your chest. You try to clear your throat so that your voice doesn't come out so shaky, but only Wanda's gaze really helps to calm your nerves. "And the reason for this was a relationship that my parents, more specifically my mother, didn't approve of. To be fair, no one really approved, because, well, the person... hm, I don't think there's any other way to put it, was another woman. An older woman, and also my professor. And well, the whole thing would have been a scandal anyway, but I really let myself believe that when the worst was over, we'd be fine. Bad news, we weren't." You laugh sadly. You pause, imagining that you'll get judgmental looks, but everyone listens attentively. "For a while, I thought the worst part was afterward. When everyone knew and judged me, and how my mother freaked out, and I tried... but no. The worst part was not realizing what that love if I can call it that, was doing to me. How ill it was making me. And until I got here, learned things about myself, and managed to take a break from everything that was left behind... For a while, I really hoped to go back and fix everything, but now... damn, sometimes I don't even think about leaving this place."

The group celebrates quietly, exchanging words of encouragement. Your ears feel warm, and Wanda stands up again. "You can stay as long as you need, darling." She says, massaging your forearm. She calls someone else to speak, but doesn't miss the opportunity to whisper in your ear: "I'm proud, stay a little longer today, I want to talk to you."

And you think you haven't absorbed anything for the rest of the morning.

Eventually, the session ends, and as soon as the room is empty, Wanda turns her face towards you.

"You were brave today, sweetheart."

Your hands, busy putting the cushions away, tremble a little. But you offer her an incredulous chuckle.

"Yeah, right." It's your answer, which makes Wanda frown in curiosity. At her inquisitive silence, you sigh before clarifying: "Everyone's nice, but I know it's kind of silly that my big trauma is a break-up and not post-traumatic stress from war or something that actually matters."

Wanda presses her lips together, studying you for a moment, and you take the opportunity to put away the last of the cushions. Suddenly, she says:

"This lack of respect for your own feelings comes from parental negligence, I suppose." You turn your face away in surprise, but Wanda gives you a small smile: "James wasn't lying when he said that no pain should compete with another. We all have our internal and external battles, and we shouldn't belittle our pain. I believe we should honor it, and wear it. And here, dear, you will learn to do that." Wanda makes her way around to one of the cupboards at the back, and you watch her movements in silence, from reaching into one of the last drawers to returning to you with an item in hand. "I have an invitation for you."

She opens the box she's brought, and inside is a necklace very similar to the one the instructors wear. The main difference is the symbol, the crown that Wanda also carries on the pendant around her neck. You frown in confusion.

"What is it?"

She wraps the item between her fingers, her gaze on you. "The disciple's necklace. The last one from the current solstice."

You imitate the gesture, touching the item with the tips of your fingers. Wanda doesn't move her hand away as your fingers brush together, and you ignore your own shyness as you watch her bite her lip for a moment. "I don't understand what it means."

She licks her lips, and the movement doesn't go unnoticed by your eyes. "It means that you would be my apprentice. You would accompany me during periods of meditation, you would study my teachings closely, you would be... entirely dedicated to..."

"You?" you add, and Wanda lets out a shuddering breath, warm against your cheek. When did she get so close?

"If you wish." She whispers, and you pull away gently, your face hot but the last thread of sanity in your mind.

"I'm sure there are more experienced members dying for this position. It wouldn't be right-"

Wanda shakes her head, interrupting you. "They weren't chosen. You were." She assures you, pressing the box with the necklace against your chest. "And if it wasn't you, the place would be empty until the next solstice. You don't have to accept it, darling. It's not a summons. It's an invitation."

You sigh, holding the box against your chest. "I just... I've never done anything like this. I don't want to mess things up."

There's a bell in the distance, signaling the start of the next activities. Wanda glances outside briefly before stepping close enough to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth that makes your whole body heat up at once.

"Just listen to your instincts." She whispers, before pulling away with a small smile.

You write to Agatha about it the following evening, but you don't have the courage to seal the letter for sending. The whole conversation with Wanda seems too private to be shared in this way.

Although the woman said it was just an invitation, you could feel some pressure to make a decision, and it seems that the news had been circulating ever since one of the tutors couldn't find the box of the last chaos disciple pendant, and Wanda ended up mentioning that she had extended another invitation.

In a way, you were stalling. Between your activities and meetings, you hadn't made any decisions and you hoped that the end of the summer would force Wanda to choose someone else. But there was also the question of the new, burning feelings that had appeared since you first laid eyes on her, and which seemed to awaken every time you two were in the same environment.

The idea of departing, of leaving her behind like a closed chapter in your life, seemed absurd every passing day.

In your second month with the Chaos Children, you received a rather unusual request: take the prophet her morning drink.

The crumpled piece of paper was handed to you by one of your cabin mates: Kate Bishop. A former student, a little younger than you, who, after destroying a bell at the university, was sent here by her millionaire mother. Kate was to stay until she had balanced her irresponsible impulses and could take over the family's security empire.

She seemed a little reluctant to interrupt your concentration on cleaning the garden, but much more determined not to disappoint Wanda.

"Just give it to the kitchen staff, they'll know what to do. And prioritize, she doesn't like to wait." Said the girl, but you gave her hand a gentle tug before taking the paper.

"But why did she ask me?" you asked, but Kate had no idea and just shrugged before leaving the garden.

While the kitchen staff prepared the item, you tried to improve your appearance in the bathroom next to the lounge, wiping all the soil from the plants from under your fingers, and even what had run into your cheeks.

When you came out, there was another order on the counter and a small group of people who hadn't been there before. They didn't see you. Blonsky, accompanied by two other women you didn't know, were talking to each other.

"I bet it was Carter. She hasn't stopped talking about her private piano lessons with the Prophetess for four whole weeks." Said the first, but the other laughed quietly.

" Sharoon is a simp, that's all. Wanda wouldn't choose her after the episode with Rogers last year, she knows she can't trust her." Rebutted the other. "Besides, I would have assumed it was Bishop, after all, she already acts like a maid. Why train another when you already have one so dedicated?" The women laugh amongst themselves until they finally notice you approaching, and fall silent. Blonsky smiles, but he appears very vicious.

"Hello, miss. Wouldn't you like to have a say in who our next disciple is?" He asks you, but you shrug, moving forward in the queue in front of the canteen to grab the prophet's items that were clearly being prepared in priority.

"I don't know anything about it." That's your answer, but the shorter woman gets in your way.

"Come on, dear, it's easy." She begins with a giggle. "Every solstice, the prophetess chooses her disciples. There are 24 of them, 12 of whom will become apostles after their apprenticeship."

You grimace softly. "It's very biblical."

Blonsky chuckles. "Of course, it is, despite the multiculturalism of our group, Wanda was raised in a Jewish Christian home. You're not going to tell me you didn't know that?"

You clear your throat. "Not really. Sorry, I have to run."

But the man puts a hand in your way, only to stretch his body out on the counter and reach for some colored leaves that he crushes and drops into Wanda's glass.

"She likes it this way. I would know, I prepared many when I was her houseboy for the first few weeks here." He says, and you swallow dry, mumbling an awkward thank you before hurrying off.

The path is a little tiring, you think it makes sense of Wanda's physique if she had to climb that trail every day, and you mentally curse yourself for thinking about her body. It's not at all appropriate, honestly.

The door is open, but you knock anyway. The woman inside, wearing her typical long, loose dresses at the edge, is busy finishing a loose fringe in her hair and offers you a smile.

"Come in, dear."

You do so a little awkwardly, almost overwhelmed by the moment of entering the most private place in the whole camp. It's a beautiful cabin, you let her know, without stopping to admire the perfectly arranged surroundings. You would have thought that the privacy of this place would allow her to make some kind of personal mess, but everything is impeccably in place.

Wanda approaches to pick up the items, and the smile falters on her face at the first sip of her drink.

"Did you put... did you put maca root in this?" She asks, and your natural reaction is a short laugh.

"I didn't prepare it, Wanda."

But she doesn't smile again, her tone of voice remains the same but her attitude changes to one of false kindness. "My morning drink is an ashwagandha. I need my concentration to increase, not my libido." It really sounded like a scolding, and her attitude of handing the cup back to you, accompanied by the memory of the recent events, made your blood boil.

"Well, I'm not your fucking maid, so if it's not good, get another one downstairs, or even better, make it one yourself."

It's the first time you see any kind of fury in her gaze, hot and vibrant, and it makes something in you rouse. Your mention of leaving the cabin is prevented by her hands closing the door and trapping you against the wood.

Wanda takes a deep breath, and the gleam in her eyes changes. "Can I ask... where did this attitude come from?"

You hold the glass tightly against your body, very aware that you'll drop it if Wanda doesn't step away and let you breathe. "I just want to make things clear." You retort with a seriousness that doesn't do justice to the way your heart is racing. "I didn't come to this place to be your personal servant."

Wanda chuckles briefly, letting her gaze drop to your mouth. "Oh, of course not, darling." She whispers. "You're not the type to follow orders willingly. You'd do a terrible job."

Swallowing dryly, you retort: "And why am I here then?"

Wanda smiles innocently. "I asked you to bring my drink." It's her reply, clearly trying to tease you, and you snort impatiently.

"I bet you expected an answer. Well, I haven't made up my mind yet, so if there's nothing else, I'll just go."

Wanda moves to take the glass from you and put it on the table by the door. The next second, her hands are in yours.

"Don't be silly, of course, there's another reason." She retorts, pulling you along as she walks backward into the cabin. "I hear you love painting."

What you had assumed was her personal painting canvas is offered to you. The laugh that escapes you is shy and genuine.

"Wanda, I don't... paint anymore."

But she doesn't flinch, her hands still in yours. "I know you haven't since last semester. It was in the letter. But you've progressed so much, that I thought you could paint for me." When you don't answer, she makes such an adorable expression that your heart skips a beat. "Please?"

Wanda definitely knows how beautiful she is, and how those puppy-dog eyes can take her anywhere. You bite back a smile, agreeing, and almost forget to breathe when she jumps excitedly onto your neck, hugging it for a whole moment before letting go as if she hadn't turned you into a complete mess with one touch.

She doesn't complain about the cocktail again - instead, she drinks it entirely while you get comfortable on the painting stool, doodling for a few moments before starting to paint the only thing you could after so many months without touching a paintbrush.

It's only when the drawing is clearer on the frame that Wanda becomes restless again. Loud sighs take your attention away from the painting and towards her.

"Is something wrong?"

She smiles half-heartedly, and only now do you notice the soft color of her cheeks. "I shouldn't have ignored my own complaints and drunk that juice."

You frown in confusion, letting the brush rest next to the paints. "Was it that bad? If you want, I'll complain to the kitchen-"

Wanda chuckles, shaking her head and you have to shut up because she reaches over to push the canvas out of the way and stops right in front of you, close enough to touch.

"Remember what I said? About focus and about... my libido." She asks, and you can swallow dryly, looking up in the direction of her dilated eyes. She lets her hands rest on your shoulders, pressing the weight of her body gently into yours. "Well, I suppose you'll have to see for yourself. Hold out your hand sweetheart, no, no, down... yes, you can move my dress out of the way." Your trembling fingers brushed against her knee, and immediately obeyed the order. Slowly making your way under her dress, while Wanda bit her lip and watched you draw patterns on her thighs. Finally, your fingers reached the side of her underwear. Instead of pulling it down, you let the inks drop to the ground, and your other hand went under her dress too, repeating the same path as before while you and Wanda panted together. Your face fell forward, flush into her dress, and you pressed your nose against her, inhaling deeply the scent of arousal she exhaled so strongly.

Her hands squeezed your shoulders as yours began to pull down her panties right away. A moment later, gracefully as everything so far, she kicked the item aside and spread her legs gently so that you could slide your fingers between more easily.

You looked up the second your index finger met her warmth, gasping at the mischievous smile of the woman in front of you.

"All this time I've been here..." You started hoarsely, your fingers spreading the wetness between her folds, and enjoying the way Wanda's breath caught in her throat. "Were you this wet?"

Despite the failure of her own breathing, and the way it's harder to stand up with your intimate stimulation, Wanda gives you a mischievous look and leans her forehead against yours, her red hair making a curtain between your faces.

"I get like this every time I'm around you." She confesses, giving you a provocative tug on your lower lip that forces you to thrust inside her with more determination. Almost enough for her to lose her pose. Almost. "It's disconcerting, to be honest."

Your thumb presses down firmly on her clit, and Wanda almost buckles into you, the delicious sound that escapes her throat will be in your dreams for sure. "Well, should I apologize, high sanctity?"

She chuckles at the teasing hidden in the nickname, before leaning in completely and capturing your mouth in a fervent kiss that takes you out of orbit for a whole moment, intense enough for you to whimper into her tongue, and force her hips down into yours, practically begging her to grind your lap. Wanda's response to this is a dirty giggle mixed with a moan into your mouth.

Without breaking the kiss that turns into a much hungrier one the next second, you get to your feet, adjusting your hands to grab her thighs to pull her onto your lap and carry her around the room. Between stumbles, you press each other against the various surfaces of the room, tables, and cupboards, exchanging increasingly hot and desperate kisses, and you're pretty sure you're going to have Wanda against the bookshelf if she keeps grinding into your abdomen like that.

In a pause for breath, when she's still wedged between you and the bookcase, your mouth descends on her jaw and Wanda struggles to keep her eyes open. She whimpers shamelessly as your curious hands advance down her body, pulling her dress out of the way and leaving it barely hanging off her body for you to clasp your palms over her now-bare breasts.

Her patience for release is quickly exhausted by the precise stimulation of her breasts, your eager fingers teasing and pinching her nipples until you turn her into a whimpering mess. She gives a determined tug on the hair at the nape of your neck, forcing your face back to hers in a hard, dirty kiss that makes you shudder. She breaks it only to give an order:

"On your knees." And you groan in obedience, falling to the floor almost at once, desperately pulling her dress aside to force your face into her, now with nothing in the way. Wanda arches her back once your hot mouth finds her drenched cunt; her hands desperate for some kind of support on the shelves behind her, while her chest heaves and her hips are restless against your face.

Your hungry mouth leisurely devours her, your tongue teasing her folds, spreading her wetness around and making a mess on your face. Your closed eyes show your dedication and surrender to the task, but Wanda tugs at your hair again, trying to gain a little control back and order you to quit the teasing and fuck her the way she needs you to. Fully dilated Irises then confronts her from between her legs, and Wanda loses her breath.

"Beautiful." She panted, staring back, shamelessly grinding herself into your face. "So beautiful... fuck... on your knees for me... oh, God, detka." She struggles to compliment you, but her native language begins to escape mixed with English shortly afterward, her climax approaching. You moan contentedly at the scene, aware of the state of your own underwear from all this play. Wanda's body begins to betray her, trying to pull away so you grab her thighs with a strong grip, and one of her legs ends up over your shoulder, increasing your reach just the way she needs it to fall over the edge.

Wanda comes on your tongue, spasming against the books, and in a deep moan. You don't let her pull away, keeping her restless hips in place as you lick your way through her previous climax in search of a new one. Soon her whimpering protests at the overstimulation turn into begging, and you fail to hide the smug smile at feeling her so at your mercy for a second time.

She's so close, so close, that the Sokovian comes back to her tongue, but there's a sudden knock on the door, and all the stimulation is interrupted by your fright. Wanda gasps incredulously, losing the time to react in time due to her own lust, and having to watch you stumble away - quickly wiping her cum from your chin with the back of your hand - as she tries not to fall down on her shaking knees.

"Why the fuck did you stop?" she asks in frustration through her teeth, but you, with a very flushed face, look at her with a certain desperation.

"Wanda, there's someone at the door!" You retort as if it were a very justifiable reason to steal an orgasm from her. Wanda huffs angrily, lunging at you and ignoring your confused eyes to pull you upright by the collar of your shirt, hurriedly throwing you onto the mattress. "W-wanda, what?"

"Quiet." She cuts in, pushing your shoulders until you're lying down and following the movement of your body to straddle your lap. The person outside knocks again, and although she's pulling her off, and is still shaking from her last orgasm, Wanda manages to speak in the same tone of voice as she does every morning meeting: "What is it?"

Your protests are muffled when Wanda sits on your face, and in fact, you would have forgotten any guests if Blonsky's voice hadn't sounded in the next second.

"Good morning, Reverend, I've come to join you for today's service." Says the man, but Wanda has to bite her lip hard because you're eating her out again, somehow even better than before. "Reverend?"

Wanda shakes her head, frowning at the difficulty of maintaining a rational thought when she has your tongue inside her. "Hm, I'm not going today, Blonsky... Deliver the service in my place." She fails to sound so breathless and has to close her eyes when your hands grip her thighs tightly, holding her down.

Blonsky then sounds concerned: "Aren't you feeling well, Reverence?"

Your nose nuzzles into her clit and Wanda reaches for the headboard, a satisfied sigh escaping her. "I feel great." She murmurs back and has to take a deep breath so that the next sound that escapes her isn't a moan. "Just busy. Anything else, Blonsky?"

The man clears his throat, Wanda has to press a hand against her own mouth as you reach another right spot.

"Hm, yes, Reverend... As you know, the deadline for the selection of the disciple is coming to an end." He begins, luckily unable to hear the muffled sighs inside the room through the closed door. "I have expressed my concerns to Your Reverence about a premature choice of new members-"

Wanda snorts impatiently. "Are you really going to question my choices again, Blonsky?"

"N-no, reverend!" He defends himself quickly. "Never. I just worry that the... affinity, that Your Reverence has acquired for some new members, might affect your judgment about their vocations. The premature choice of a disciple could result in their departure from our community, and we know how the withdrawal of one of our own affects everyone..."

"Don't worry about it." Wanda cuts dry, and now, she's remarkably close to climaxing. She doesn't care about the roughness, she thrusts her hips frantically into your face, muffling your breathless moans. "Y/N is the best choice... she's... so-god... dedicated and-hm... talented-" Wanda's lucky you're quick to react too. She would have screamed to the ceiling, exposing all the inappropriate activities in the room if you hadn't grabbed her thighs and spun her on her back onto the mattress. She didn't have time to lose this orgasm by the brief interruption of your movements - your fingers took the place of your tongue when you hovered above her, and your free hand covered her mouth when you sank inside her again.

Wanda came harder than before, squeezing your fingers and wetting the bed. She clings to your body in a desperate grasp, shocked by the achievement over her body, and grateful for the muffling of her moans. You keep thrusting until she stops squirting on the sheets.

You only remember that Blonsky is still outside because he speaks again. "I'll take your word for it, Your Reverence. And I hope you've made a good choice." He says at last, the sound of his footsteps moving away is ignored by you and Wanda, who meet in a hot kiss in the next second.

Your fingers continue to thrust lightly inside her, even though Wanda shudders from the excessive stimulation. And despite this, she also controls the kiss, which slows down so that she can ask in between: "Tell me, love. Did I do it? A good choice."

You kiss her a little harder. "I still don't know... what I want... or what I should do, Wanda."

She brings one of her hands up to your wrist, stopping your movements. You open your eyes to look at her. Wanda smiles, but her eyes are very mischievous. "You think too hard when the answer is right here." She retorts, giving your hand a gentle tug. You follow her lead, and soon, you have your drenched fingers with her cum inside your mouth. Your hips move instinctively, pressing down on her, and Wanda giggles mischievously, her free hand trailing down your back to encourage the movement. "Don't you want that, baby? You can be all mine."

You suck your fingerprints clean, removing them from your mouth to support yourself on the mattress now that you're so wildly grinding your hips against Wanda's thigh. She doesn't let you indulge in the sensation, grabbing your cheek and stopping your hips with the other at your silence.

Your soft protest is ignored, and your voice is almost a pathetic plea when it comes out. "It's not fair... I was feeling so good."

"Oh, darling, I can make you feel even better, every day if you decide to stay with me." She retorts, her grip softening on your cheek. You look at her, but there is still hesitation in your gaze and Wanda wishes to replace this doubt with something else. She kisses you but pulls away when you go to increase the intensity, ignoring your protest and pushing you gently away by the shoulders. "No playing, until I have an answer."

Wanda flees - because she doesn't think she'll live up to her words if she is under you - and slips out of bed before you can grab her back. Your next long protest is muffled against the mattress because you press your face down.

Wanda giggles half-heartedly as she stands up, reaches for her dress, and tries to adjust her appearance a little. "Thank you for the sex, sweetheart, it was a very pleasant surprise, but I can't let Blonsky lead a communion, he's not good at it. And you have errands, so if you'll excuse me..." Your silence made Wanda, now dressed, look at the bed again. To her surprise, you were sitting on the mattress, hanging something around your neck.

Your gaze met hers as the disciple chain was secure on your skin. The mischief in your gaze made her swallow. Twirling the symbol between your fingers, you smiled as you asked: "So how does this work? Should I confess my sins so that you can forgive me?"

"God offers forgiveness, not me." Wanda whispers back, brazenly watching you start to unbutton your shirt, the necklace hanging in the valley of your breasts is doing things to her.

"Hm, since I'm going to be forgiven, maybe I can sin a little more..." Wanda moved on instinct, crawling onto the bed to meet you halfway like a magnet being drawn towards you.

Your foreheads touched, and she sighed against your lips. "I should punish you for this blasphemy." She says, to which you smile naughtily before sticking out your tongue to tease her lips, eliciting a low moan from her.

"Promise?" You challenge, and Wanda gets tired of wasting time.

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Kitty Play (A Nicholas Smut)

>> Having to deal with your cat's rut/heat is never fun. Especially with all the horrifying sounds they make. But you love your sweet kitty so of course you'll help by having him neutered so this doesn't happen ever again! Well plans change when it's no longer the sound of a cat in distress that wakes you, but a man.. a sexy, albeit distressed because horny… cat-eared man in between your legs-

>> Cat hybrid!Nicho, sex toys, oral/penetrative sex, dacryphilia (crying), sorta somnophilia (sleep), dry humping, hand jobs, sub!Nicho but like in a very pathetic and desperate way, pet names, degradation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dick riding, breeding kink (like it's his rut what did you expect), reader is referred to as Master- at this point if I forgot anything please just tell me

Word count: 6.1k

A/N: I was supposed to be writing fluff… how did I get here-

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A few weeks ago you decided to get yourself a pet. Your home was empty after moving out of the family house to start anew. At first, everything was exciting- learning a new routine, being independent, the whole nine yards!

But loneliness quickly set in. You didn't want a roommate, that would be too complicated and you liked the privacy. So the next best thing, is a pet!

After doing tons of research, you decided a cat would be the best fit. Looking around shelters and the internet to find the perfect one for you. Was there even a perfect cat for you?

Well, the cat gods decided that for you when a black cat was splayed happily on your greeting mat one day. You nearly tripped over his fuzzy body as he rolled over and yawned.

A little meow left his mouth as he opened his stunning green eyes. Looking up as if to say, Hello! I'm home~

You bend down and pat his head, a cat smile on his face as his head leaned more into your touch. Oh, he was adorable…

You did have to go to work but maybe a day off was necessary. Testing the waters, you picked up the small cat. Well small to a human but looked pretty grown up for a cat.

Much to your surprise, he didn't fight or scratch, just laid back happily and purred lowly in content. That sealed the deal for you. You took him inside and he was yours from that day on.

Naming the cat Nicholas, he seemed to adjust quickly to the life of a house pet. Lounging around, eating everything and anything you would give him (although he preferred when you fed him what was on your plate), snuggling and cuddling with him whenever.

He also seemed to be an attentive listener. His ears picked up and twitched whenever you would speak. Even meowing or purring in response when you'd ask a question.

Regardless of the fact that he couldn't speak, he quickly became your best friend. You loved that feline and hoped he loved you too.

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Things were going great with Nicho until one day he started acting strange. First, it was all the extra attention seeking. Rubbing his head on your legs, chest, just about everywhere. He was always so close to you. He was a cuddly cat but not to this extent usually. At first, you thought it just him becoming more affectionate.

But then he started rolling around, his backside was always up in that air and his tail swishing around. Then the smell- you started to notice the smell of his pee just everywhere.

Then the noise. The yowling was loud and it was late at night the first time it happened. Shooting up from your sleep, you held the squirming and screaming cat in your arms with tears in your eyes.

Was something wrong? What caused this massive pain? Did you do something wrong?

You rushed him to the nearest emergency vet hoping they could help. The hours in the waiting room were painful as you hoped your angel would be alright.

The vet greeted you with a smile upon returning from the exam and some tests. You were left confused.

After handing you Nicholas back, he seemed calmer which was a relief. The vet explained that nothing was wrong and that he was just in a rut. The weight that was lifted from your shoulders was tremendous.

Since the cycle had already started, the vet recommended sticking out this cycle and having him neutered when it was over. You agreed to set a date and headed home.

After setting Nicho down at home, you sighed in relief. Making sure he was comfortable in his cat bed next to yours before settling in. That was quite the rollercoaster but at least now you had an answer and could take care of your kitty better.

A light smile on your lips as the blanket you held tightly warmed your body and lulled you off to sleep.

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As you woke up, things seemed strange. Like why were you so cold and yet hot in certain places- the usual meow of your cat to greet you was replaced with a low grunting sound and most obviously, the bed was moving.

The first thought was an earthquake or an aftershock of one but opening your eyes revealed something much different. The blanket was haphazardly tossed to the side, someone who had a pair of large yet delicate hands was holding your thighs together.

And that shaking? Just the effect of your thighs being used as a makeshift fleshlight or something- your eyes landed on the red tip of a cock every time it pushed through fully before pulling back out again.

The shock was the biggest thing on your mind. What the heck was happening? Who the hell was this? And why your thighs…

But it was clear they were either desperate or inexperienced because the thrusts were sloppy and almost dejected.

It made something feel strange inside of you. An exasperated sigh left your lips as you parted your legs, leaving the mystery humper with no relief.

As you sat up, you looked down at him. Not really getting a good look at his face before he was already latched onto your leg and humping that, still to no relief. You could hear a whimper leave him as he struggled.

"Um, excuse me? What are you doing?" That finally got the (naked) man to look at you. Eyes teary and a familiar shade of green, messy practically black hair, and honestly a beautiful well-sculpted face. Plump lips hung loosely in surprise.

As you spoke, you noticed his ears twitch… his cat ears? And the erratic swishing tail should've been a big clue too. But being half awake wasn't helping you catch clues.

His lips shook as his eyes never left yours. A range of emotions swirls through his eyes. From desperation, pleading, needy, and even a familiar softness of love. Somehow embarrassment wasn't on that list.

"I-I, Master please help me, please…"

Master?! Who was this guy?! You didn't accidentally summon a sex demon, right?

"I'm sorry what? Who are you talking to? And how did you get into my house!?" The whole time you were questioning him, it seemed he was half listening, more preoccupied with rutting against your leg.

You had to get him to stop moving so he could focus. He was too big for you to hold him down so you had to do the next best thing- grabbing his hair.

It was a pretty firm grip you had on him. He luckily stopped moving but a loud moan left his lips. Just what was up with this guy?!

"Hey! What's your problem?! Are you some type of pervert?" All your questions seemed to go over his head. Like he was barely there. Too overtaken by his need to just hump, or fuck, or whatever it was.

You sat up, tucking your legs underneath you so he couldn't touch them anymore. He whined loudly, thrashing a bit in frustration. "Master, please! I need- please help me-"

"Look look, I'll try to help you but you need to answer my questions. Can you do that?" That seemed to get through to him, giving you a quick nod of confirmation.

You sighed and let him sit up, handing him a spare pillow to cover himself. Although he barely seemed to mind his nudity. That and he looked close to fucking the pillow already.

"I'll try to keep it quick. Who are you? And why are you calling me Master?"

His eyes lit up, his tail swinging in a more organized pattern immediately. "I'm Nicholas! You're my Master, my owner! I don't know your name…"

Nicholas…As in Nicholas your cat?! No way- the confusion was clear on your face was evident. But the longer you looked, the more it made sense. The same coat color in his ears and tail, his stunning green eyes, even the way his ears twitched as you spoke.

You have heard about hybrids, they were pretty common actually. But to have unknowingly adopted one was odd. Maybe he was just delusional or pulling your leg.

"How do I know you're telling the truth? Maybe you could tell me something only we would know." Since your cat was here with you every day, he should know something too if he was being honest.

'Nicholas' tapped at his chin in thought before perking up. "Oh! I know! Your favorite bedtime toy is the long pink one! You always make a lot of noise and go to sleep smiling after playtime."

You're silent for a minute before a burning hot blush spreads across your entire body. How have you never realized your cat was in the room while you masturbated?! Probably because he never stirred or made noise. Plus he was a small walking void- hiding was his best trick.

"O-okay fine! I believe you're Nicho…and you're a hybrid so don't you live amongst humans?"

He shook his head. "Not really. I did as a kid but it was just easier to be a cat as I got older." So that could explain why he didn't know what a dildo was-

And now it seemed to be coming together- pushing aside the fact that this man was kind of freeloading- he was still your precious feline. You just had to help.

Remembering last night made his behavior make sense. His rut was making him so needy and desperate. And he must've turned human after hearing the idea of neutering. "So I guess… what you need help with is your rut?"

He nodded, his hips jerking a bit. From your research, you recalled it involved his need to mate. That was an easy fix!

Resting your hand on his cheek, he rested his cheek into your palm like he loved to do. The feeling warmed your heart. "Okay, I'll help you. You're my precious kitty right?"

A loud purr echoed in the room. Placing a soft kiss on his forehead, you told him to sit back against the headboard, tossing the pillow aside.

Now fully exposed, you could honestly admire his fit physique. From his face, broad shoulders, toned chest, and abs- and your eyes kept moving down to his thick and needy cock, even his balls were swollen and enlarged. His rut was in full swing.

Clearly, you spent too long staring as he squirmed. His tail whipped around in need. "Master come on! You said you'd help!" His whiny tone and bratty demeanor made something inside you excited.

"I am helping kitty. But you should be nice to people who help you." Your hand grabbed the base of his cock, hard. Making him flinch but he still seemed grateful. Moaning at the warm contact as his hips moved slightly.

From a slight thrust back to the erratic jerking in frustration. This whole time, you hadn't moved your hand. Just held his cock as he fucked into it, still unable to get the pleasure he sought.

A string of whines and pleas left him as his lips trembled. His eyes were ready to spill fresh tears at his predicament. "Master! I can't do it, please help me, please, please it hurts!"

His cries didn't fall on deaf ears but it made you feel… good in a way. That's probably from the warm pooling from your core. But you shook the thought to focus. "Aww, you don't realize how cute you are Nicho. I'll help you. You always need Master to help you huh?"

He just nodded desperately and you placed a kiss on his burning tip. A squirm shook through him as his eyes closed. You did have to release him but pulled something out of your nightstand. Opening a package and flicking a switch before turning it off again quickly.

You spit into your hand and gripped his length once again. Stroking from base to tip slowly. Gliding your thumb over his slit and repeating the process numerous times and picking up speed.

As your hands worked, his whines of pain and pent-up need turned into pleasure. His head rested on the headboard as he took in the sweet sensation of your rhythm.

Once he seemed lost in the pleasure, you turned on the vibrator you had in your free hand. Placing it just below his length and resting on his balls. A yelp left his body at the new addition.

"What a pretty sound from a pretty kitty~" Your words made him purr. Well, a mix of a purr and a moan. And you loved it. Moving your hand faster and alternating the pressure of your grip.

Just like before, his hips started to move up to thrust into your hand. It was clear he was close, his face blushing, ears pulled back and a bit of precum already seeping out.

Keeping pace, you brought him closer and closer. A flurry of sounds left his needy body. Nicholas clearly didn't know how stunning he was here. How he would glow when he finally got to cum. Trembling, all the pretty sounds he would make, not to mention how much of a mess he would make.

So just as he was about to burst, you pulled back. Removing your hand and the vibrator and leaving him bare. Realizing he didn't get his relief was quite the sight. He pouted and wiggled around.

A lone tear streaked down his face. Fuck why was that beautiful? "Master? Why? I wanted to- I was so close!"

A sly smile grew on your lips as you kissed his tear, licking up and savoring the slightly salty flavor. "It's simple kitty, you didn't ask if you could cum."

"Ask to… cum?" His ears stood up curiously. "What is that? Please I want to know! I need to know!"

It was only fair you would teach him. By not explaining and edging him on three more times. Bringing him so close to orgasm before pulling away.

Leaving him breathless, tear-filled, and frustrated. Although you were satisfied with his vulnerable and desperate state, you also had a plan for this.

By this time, he had clearly learned what your point was as you stroked him in your hand once again. Adding your mouth to the mix.

Taking his whole cock into your mouth, you sucked him off like it was your last meal. Swirling your tongue around his length with every bob of the head. Your expert movement only makes his head start to spin.

His hands held you by your hair, thrusting his hips as hard as he could as he chased his orgasm. As if to trap you from denying him what he so desperately craved.

His voice wavered from low purring to high-pitched mewling and crying. His face was stained with tears as he sobbed. God this was so hot of him. Your lap kitty fucking your throat so eagerly. Although it was hard to breathe, spit covered your face and you even had tears of your own starting to run, you wouldn't change this.

You felt him twitch in your throat and knew he was close again. This time, he managed to make the magic words come out. "M-Master! Please… mm, please, wanna cum, wanna cum please!"

You couldn't say no after that, running your hand along his inner thigh you sped up the pace. Clenching your throat and mouth to give him that final push before pulling back, using your hand to continue to stroke him.

And in no time, he came. It was hard, it was messy, and damn did you love it. His back arched off the pillows they rested on as he let out a loud cry of pleasure. Words became incoherent and faded into moans and mewls, pleasure-filled whimpers as his body shook uncontrollably.

His hot white seed sprayed onto his stomach, chest, and legs. Not to mention your hands and some even landing on your thighs. He was so cute as he trembled, coming down from such an intense high.

You gladly stroked him through his orgasm, letting his body come down before removing your hand. His eyes fluttered open to see you take a lick of his cum off of your hand. Making him gasp.

If it wasn't his rut, he would be fine. But that already had him hardening again. How was he even withstanding this?!

Taking notice of his dick standing once again you giggled. "Already wanting more kitty? Gosh, aren't you just a slut."

And even if he wanted to stop it, his head nodded obediently. Whatever his Master thought, clearly you knew what you were doing, even if he was frustrated at some points.

Holding your cum covered hand near his mouth, you smiled. "Go on kitty. Clean Master up from the mess you made."

Nicholas held your gaze before obeying. Taking your hand and starting to lick up his cum. Soft licks of his tongue worked to clean up his mess. It was precious and stirred something inside you. Unknown to you, as badly as you were teasing him it was only making you want him more.

Especially now as he licked and sucked on your fingers to clean you up. Once he was done, he looked at you with soft, pleasing eyes. The same type when he wanted treats or cuddles. The type that would make you bend over backward for him.

"Master, can I-..." Only his eyes shifted down your body and landed on your clothed cunt. You couldn't even be embarrassed by the wet stain you knew was there.

You gave him a nod and fumbled to remove your shirt. Exposing your chest to him. The room was already warm but your nipples were already hard.

Nicholas marveled at your chest, latching his lips onto your nipple without hesitation. A gasp left your lips and your back arched, pushing yourself closer to him.

Your hand ran through and tangled into his dark locks as his tongue swirled around and he nibbled on the hard nub. His free hand pinching and pulling at your other breast. Your moans made his ears wiggle in satisfaction.

Whether he was loving the praise or just following his gut, his hands moved down into your shorts as his lips moved up to your neck, biting down slightly to bruise the skin.

His hand went into your underwear, one held onto your ass and the other snaked down and landed at your cunt. His fingers moved around curiously settling in your clit. Only clued in on it being a sweet spot by the shock that went through you.

Your mind quickly clouded as he worked your body so well. Probably more than he thought. "Master, do you like this? Am I doing good?"

Fuck. You let out a nod, feeling yourself melt into his touch. "Yes, yes keep going kitty." The tip of his tail wagged at the praise.

Nicholas kissed down your body reaching above your waistband. Teasing could wait- he practically tore your shorts apart along with your underwear at record speed.

His lips and tongue explored your folds with a curiosity and need to please. Tasting your juices and letting out a moan. This was better than anything he could've imagined.

Especially as sounds of pleasure kept coming out as his tongue moved around. Nicholas was honestly pretty clueless but after seeing you touch this spot so often, he knew it would make you feel good.

He especially focused his efforts on your clit before taking his finger and pushing it inside your soaking wet pussy. Pushing the digit in and out slowly elicits louder sounds of pleasure.

Your grip on his hair tightens as you grind your hips against his face. Covering from his nose to chin in your juices. He felt himself strain down below as well. Your sweet words, desperate actions, and lewd sounds egged him on.

"Ah, ah! Nicho, good kitty! Keep going!" He was going to listen, bring you to your peak but something made him stop. Just like how you denied him what he wanted so badly for a bit, he would do the same.

Sure it was petty. But the gasp of shock was worth it when he pulled away, halting your orgasm. Without a word, he sat next to you on the bed and placed a kiss on your cheek. "You didn't ask Master."

So that's how he wanted to play. Leaving you high and dry like that? "Since when did you get to do that? I thought I was the Master here."

In a stereotypical cat way, he tilted his head and smiled. Almost like he could care less that you had asked him to do something. How could you let it slip from your mind that he was still a cat in some ways?

Almost in a snarky fashion, he laid back on the bed getting comfortable. A part of you wanted to snap but instead turned away. Did he really think he had the last laugh? You would just give it time and he would be crawling back to you.

Keeping the thought to yourself, you pet his hair and picked up your discarded clothes. Ruffling up his hair before heading to the bathroom. Let's see how long he lasts…

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You really debated going to work today. A part of you wanted to stay and watch as Nicho spiraled. The symptoms of his rut getting worse and worse until he was crying and groveling at your feet, begging for your help.

It would be amazing to see his eyes run with tears and his ears flattened as he rutted his hips pathetically against you, desperate to reach his orgasm. Maybe he would learn this lesson and not play with you when you were so close to completion.

You even decided to treat yourself (well you both but he didn't know), and got some food before heading home. A nice treat after the past 24 hours. And you purposely delayed getting home that night.

The whiplash should've been more jarring for your scenario but it was just one of those silly little loopholes life throws at ya. One minute you have a cat, the next it's a sexy cat hybrid man… oh well!

As you arrived home, you could already hear that familiar yowling sound from last night. And it brought a smile to your face. Good, hopefully, he was ready to submit like the good kitty he was.

Much to your surprise, you could hear him but not see him. Setting the food down in the kitchen, you followed the sound of his whining once again.

Ending up at your room, the sounds were the loudest. Along with a shuffling and the rustling of sheets. Without much fanfare, you pushed the door opened and were a bit shocked.

The little clothes you let Nicholas borrow earlier had been discarded, the room was stuffy and your box of toys had been opened. A low buzzing sound was heard and a bright pink piece was sticking out of him.

Well, you didn't expect him to have been so desperate to dig into your toys but it amazes you. Especially as you realized there were no stains showing his climax around.

You let out a chuckle as you approached him, sitting next to the needy cat hybrid. Only now did he realize you had arrived. He nuzzled his tear-stained face against your arm and dropped the vibrator in his hand.

"Master! You're back, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please help me!"

Resting your fingers under his chin, you made him look up at you. A triumphant smile gleamed across your features. "My, my what's this? Naughty kitty went into my stuff because you were so needy."

Whatever his rut was doing to him, made him react exactly how you wanted. His head nodded desperately with flattened ears. "Hmm, m'sorry- it hurts."

"Don't worry, I'll help you sweetheart, but you'll be good, right?"

"Promise! Promise I'll be good- wanna feel good again, please Master." Darnit, you can't say no to how precious he was being.

"Good, now lay back for me." Without hesitation, he detached himself from you and returned to his original position. Lying out on his back, hardened cock on full display. Oh, and your dildo still in him.

Deciding to remove your work clothes, you set them aside before sitting in between his open legs, noting his tail swaying in anticipation.

Fingers encircled his stretched hole before pulling the dildo out slightly and pushing it back in. A little groan fell from his lips as he shuttered. It moved in and out with ease, fueling your curiosity.

"Oh kitty, did you prep yourself? How would you even know how to use this?" Nicholas nodded slowly as you continued to pump the tool in him at a slow and consistent pace.

"Y-yes. Learned from you Master-" His voice melted into a purr as he spoke, enjoying the sensation more than he thought.

Ah. Right, he did watch me use these before-

Okay so at least you knew he was being safe… and learned it from you. And thankfully he didn't try sticking it in the other hole- That was another bridge you could cross when you got there.

As you continued to pleasure him, you couldn't help but play with his dick. It was obviously begging for some attention. If anything, it looked larger and swollen like he had used a cock ring. But no, it was just his rut fueling him.

A part of you wanted to tease him and make this last long and the other, just wanted you both messy and tired as soon as possible.

You went with the latter, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could manage. Pushing further and further until he was all the way in your throat. Starting to move and keep a quick pace.

His pleasurable cries didn't go unheard as you sped up, both your mouth and the toy inside of him. Alternating speeds to mess with him a little bit but remained consistent for the most part.

You didn't even bother making him ask this time, just letting him explode in your mouth. Most of his cum shot into your throat and flowed out from your mouth. Landing on his hips and onto your sheets.

"Wow, looks like you really did need me to help you feel good kitty. Really pathetic isn't it?"

He whimpered but nodded. "Yes, I need Master to help me. Make me feel good." Your hand ran through his hair as he spoke, almost like petting him.

" We're gonna try something new, are you ready to go ahead?" There wasn't much thought before he agreed. "Please Master."

Pulling the dildo out, he whined and rolled his hips wanting the contact to return. You set it aside on the nightstand. And kissed his neck to console his complaint.

Taking off your underwear and tossing it aside, you crawled into his lap, bare cunt grinding his shaft. The feeling made him forget all about the toy already. Warm juices mixed with leftover cum as you smeared it around with your heat.

Your fingers were already playing with your clit as the other ran into his hair, pulling you both together in a heated kiss. Only now did you realize this is the first time you've kissed.

His lips were sweet but you couldn't really savor the moment. The kiss instantly escalated into a feverish makeout. And he was honestly better at reading these signs than you thought.

But even that couldn't last long as his hips bucked, craving your touch or embrace. And honestly, with how wet you were as well, he wouldn't need to wait long.

Taking his cock into your hand again, you pumped it a few times before detaching your lips. "Are you ready to feel good kitty?" He tried to say words but it came out more as a mix of a meow and moan.

You placed another, much slower kiss on his lips this time. "Use your words kitty~." He instantly burst into a string of 'yes' and nodded.

Wasting not another moment, you lifted your hips, lining him up with your entrance, and sank onto him.

You nearly cursed as he stretched your hole, moaning as your warmth enveloped him. His hands shot to your hips to hold you still. Even with the use of your toys, you've never felt something like this.

After catching your breath, you sank lower and lower until he was completely inside you. Filling you whole and even making a little part of your tummy bulge out.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

His hips rolled as he sighed and squirmed, pushing himself in slightly deeper. You had to bite your tongue to not cry out so loudly.

In contrast, Nicholas was loud and holding nothing back. Moaning, whining and just anything fell from his mouth as his eyes shut tightly.

You kissed him again, swallowing up his sounds as you started to move your hips. Shaking from the sensation but starting to get comfortable. Finding a rhythm that left you both breathless.

His fingers dug into your hips as he drank this in. He felt incredible and only wanted more.

From just holding you steady, his hands wandered down to your ass and squeezed. Giving him more leverage as he started to thrust into you. His lips once again finding your nipples and sucking away at them.

So here you were, ready to make him quiver and melt at your actions, only to be the one pressing into him further as you grew closer to the edge.

And you could tell he felt it too. His face was buried in your bouncing chest as he breathed heavily into the soft flesh. Your legs wrapped around his hips, giving him more room to dig in deeper.

Your pussy soaked and coating him and the bed in your arousal. Hands playing with his soft ears as he started to stutter.

"M-Master, please I need-"

He couldn't even finish before you nodded. "Yes Nicho!-" You were sure there were more words on your mind but they disappeared.

Your orgasm snuck up on you as you shook on his cock. Holding on tightly as your lips parted in a moan. Not long after, you were filled with his hot seed in your cunt.

Heavy breathing filled the air mixed with pleasured incoherent words. Your mind and body were reeling and just when you thought you would be preparing to rest, Nicholas pulled out rather quickly.

Grabbing you by the hips and flipping your position so he was on top. Putting your legs over his shoulders as he kissed you deeply.

His tongue searched your mouth as he grinded against you. Brushing against your sensitive cunt with his still-hard cock before entering you in a quick motion.

The new position opened up new pleasure for you both. In no time, he was jerking his hips and building your orgasm again. The sound of slapping skin and overflowing juices only drove him further.

Your hands ran down his back, trying to get a good grip on him. He didn't stop his desperate moves. It didn't matter though, you already felt yourself getting tipsy for his cock only wanting more.

You've only heard of being cock drunk but now you get it. He was buried deep in your pussy, bulging out your tummy with every strong stroke and teasing every corner inside. You were lucky he didn't know dirty talk or else you'd be done for.

But he was still making your head and body spin, begging for him regardless. Now you found your hips being the ones jerking up to chase his cock.

You could only moan and try to ground yourself to hold out from orgasming too soon. But a well-placed kiss on your neck and squeeze of your boob and you came undone once again.

Nicholas pulled out, continuing to work at his cock before he came on your pussy, decorating your entrance in the white substance.

It was a beautiful sight for sure. One he couldn't resist. Spreading your legs and licking away. Pushing his tongue inside and tasting the inside of your fucked cunt.

A long moan left your lips as he continued to eat you out. This was so surprising. His actions show experience but his words don't. It was like his instinct took over and he just wanted to feel damn good.

And you were enjoying it too. Especially as he removed his lips and flipped you over so you laid on your stomach, pulling your hips up a bit before burying his cock inside once again.

Was he really not tired?! But you also get it- your body just wanted more of him even as your cunt ached. The ache faded once you were filled once again. His large hands dug into your hips as he started to move again.

He tried to start off slow but it was quickly abandoned. His grunts and moans mixed with yours. And it was only now did you realize you had begun to cry. Your body was overwhelmed by the pleasure he gave you tears started to flow.

Just like you had done before, he kissed your tears, licking them up softly. A world of difference to his merciless thrusting.

"Does Master feel good?"

It took everything in you not to just utter swears or moans. "Very good kitty, so so good!"

You could almost hear him perk up in excitement. His chest pressed against your back as he kept thrusting. His arms wrapped around your body and held on tightly.

He started to nip and suck on your neck as a light whimper left him. "Hmm, Master… wanna breed you. Fill you up with my cum. Please Master please-"

He was pleading once again, and it only made you feel more inclined to agree. Not like you didn't already love this feeling of being full or possibly bred as his cum was inside your pussy already, constantly being fucked deeper inside you.

But something about him asking permission so sweetly this time stirred you to lose yourself deeper in the pleasure. "Yes kitty, please bred your Master~"

He didn't need the extra encouragement to make you feel more fucked out but with his thrusts getting stronger, he ended up pressing your whole body deep into the sheets. Chasing his high with an animalistic level of fever.

Any movement you tried to make was halted by his grip. But it didn't matter for long as the building tension in your stomach finally exploded. Your mind bursts with an ecstasy you've never felt before.

His teeth sinking into your sweet spot barely registered as his cock twitched while he pounded your quaking body. Filling you up once again with his cum. There was so much it began to leak out, but his hips still moved to push it back in.

Slowing down into sweet long strokes as you both came down from such intense highs. Nicholas kissed along your shoulders and the now fresh mark on your neck. His hips halted with him still buried deep but no longer moving.

You didn't mind though, after that experience, you didn't want him out of you for a while. Even if that large amount of mixed fluids now covered your sheets, you didn't want to move.

"Master is mine now. And mine alone." He purred and rubbed his face against yours as reality was still starting to clear up. You could only reach back and pet his hair in response.

"I'm yours, and you're mine now kitty." Although you weren't 100% sure what that meant, it was sweet and felt real so you'd agree.

That's how the night faded off. The two of you joined together in an exhausted but satisfied state. And the food on the table- cold and long forgotten.

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