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Smooth Criminal

Summary: Is it possible for the dreaded serial killer Scarlet Witch to be just a woman you met at a disco?

Paring: Serialkiller!Wanda x Fem!Reader

Warnings: (+16) Kisses, warm touches, implicit sex, knife play (light), drink spiking, and implicit murder.

Words: 3k

A/N: Happy Halloween with Femme Fatale Wanda, literally. x.x

(English is not my first language, sorry for any translation errors)

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The rain, calm and cold, hammered incessantly against the windows of the distant nightclub on a Halloween night. Each drop left a translucent trail, distorting and diffusing the vibrant colors of the dance floor that shone inside the club.

The darkness inside the nightclub, as dense as pitch, was pierced and illuminated by a mirrored metallic sphere suspended in the center of the dance floor. As the mirrored ball spun slowly, the reflections and beams of light were dispersed throughout the club, painting the walls and people with a sea of vibrant colors.

Your mind was far away while your gaze was fixed on the half-full glass in front of you. Your tedious and weary fingers slid along the edge, creating a sharp and slightly uncomfortable sound. Your wandering gaze seemed to take a different course when a mysterious female figure in a coat and hat walked through the nightclub's door and was reflected in the glass. Your eyes soon shifted from the glass to the woman, who was now removing her partially wet coat and hat.

Blonde hair, short and delicately wavy, swayed gently as she took off her hat. Her eyelids, adorned with a soft touch of silvery glitter, and her lips painted with a soft, rosy gloss, looked like a charming work of art framing her oval face.

She gently slid her hands down the front of her unbuttoned overcoat, shook her shoulders, causing the coat to fall, revealing the stunning black sequin dress hidden beneath it. Leaving the coat and hat with the receptionist at the luxurious nightclub, she entered the flourishing sounds of the 80s and 2000s.

Her hips swayed to the rhythm of the 80s music in the background as she made her way toward the dance floor. The blonde exuded an air of confidence, a seductive look, as if she knew she could kill anyone with just a glance.

By a twist of fate, just as Madonna's 'Hung Up' began to play on the speakers, she looked directly at you. Her body was positioned right in the center of the dance floor, and her eyes were fixed on you, as if she knew you had been watching her since she arrived. Her intense gaze seemed to read your mind, to see through your soul. However, a simple wink and a smile transformed her intimidating look into an invitation.

The music started with its characteristic melody, and the blonde gracefully glided across the dance floor. Her arms and feet moved in rhythm with the others around her. However, even in the midst of so many people, she was the one who caught everyone's attention, seeming to command the minds of everyone around. It was as if she were the queen, and everyone around her were just subjects imitating her movements, much like Madonna herself.

Infected by the addictive beat of the music and her charms, you let yourself be carried away. You allowed yourself to be controlled by her gaze alone. Without knowing her name, her past, her sins, in just a few minutes, you were already by her side, imitating her moves, dancing with the same enthusiasm.

Her shoulders flowed in perfect harmony with the music's beat, while her arms sought to get as close to you as possible. Her radiant smile remained unshaken on her carefully painted lips, just like on yours. Her excitement was palpable, a surge of adrenaline pulsing through her veins, the same adrenaline she was so addicted to feeling.

The rhythm and dance of the people around dissolved as another song began to play. The choreography she had led gradually scattered, with people jumping and dancing randomly.

Stepping back, with the rhythm still pulsing through her veins, she leaned against you. You felt your already racing heart quicken further with the scent of strawberries in her hair, as her hips moved backward, purposefully brushing against your front.

As she whispered the lyrics of the song with her eyes closed, you felt that this was the silent permission you needed. Slowly and delicately placing your hands on her waist, you heard a moan escape her lips, along with a slight movement, pressing even closer to you.

A wave of heat coursed through your body, the countless dance steps leaving you tired, yet her energy seemed to overflow into you. It was so strange to see someone so joyful and energetic. You could feel the adrenaline running through her body, as if she were in ecstasy.

Placing her hands on yours, she slid on the tips of her heels and positioned herself face to face with you, not allowing you to remove your hands from her waist. For a few moments, she seemed to get lost in thought, staring directly into your eyes with those sparkling emeralds. The background music sounded muffled, and her hands, now on your shoulders, began to apply gentle pressure with her sharp, long nails.

When she was sure of what she wanted, she smiled at you, and her intense gaze softened. You didn't quite understand. It was as if, for a moment, she wasn't the same enthusiastic woman who had been dancing. Did she seem like someone else? But all the questions were pushed aside when she began to draw closer.

Her hands slid behind your neck, while your hands firmly held her waist, bringing her closer. When your lips touched, and you tasted her lip gloss, the same adrenaline from the dance coursed through your veins.

Your chest pounded strongly as you savored the sweet, slightly tangy taste of her breath. Her tongue, entering your mouth and being met by your own shy tongue, seemed hungry for you, exploring every bit with overwhelming desire. However, when a new song began to play, her hand slid from your neck to your hands before she backed away and disappeared into the crowd.

The entire nightclub was immersed in deep darkness, with the only source of light being the silver disco ball that illuminated the bodies in the middle of the dance floor. Looking around and passing through the people, you truly lost her. She seemed to vanish as if by magic.

Giving up on searching for her and accepting that this was a one-night affair, or rather, a single dance, you made your way to the small bar. A bit disappointed that she had disappeared but happy that you had at least kissed someone as beautiful as her.

With a familiar gesture, the bartender slid another drink across the bar to you. A bit of alcohol in your bloodstream would help calm your thoughts, especially your racing heart. Turning half the glass in one go and tapping it gently against the bar, you focused your attention on the small television attached to the ceiling.

"The criminal Scarlet Witch has escaped from the police, leaving numerous dead and injured in her wake last night," said a woman holding a microphone, as images of a sort of crimson red crown spray-painted on gray brick walls appeared on the screen. "She is on the run, and the reward for any leads is $30,000. Any information should be reported to 911 or the nearest police station."

A shiver ran down your spine. The mere possibility of a serial killer in the vicinity truly made you wary of venturing out alone on the streets.

The scent of strawberries emanating from the newly acquainted blonde's hair filled your senses once again. You glanced away from the news to the blonde woman, who was waiting for her drink just a few stools away.

You could feel those green, almost golden eyes slide to the corner of her own eyes, discreetly looking in your direction. You were so mesmerized that you barely noticed when the bartender placed two glasses in front of her.

A sly little smile formed on her face as she turned her attention back to the two glasses in front of her. The blonde downed one of them in one go, letting out a satisfied moan, while she simply picked up the other with her hand and left the bar, almost disappearing again into the crowd.

But this time, you wouldn't let her escape. Those eyes seemed to invite you to something, and you were curious enough to want to find out what. You followed the shimmer of that black sequin dress, which reflected silver against the metallic ball in the center of the dance floor.

Her hips swayed seductively, as if she knew you were following her. It seemed like she was fully aware that you were enchanted by her, as if there was a cunning plan in her mind that you couldn't even imagine. You had no knowledge of her true intentions, the side that revealed itself when the music pulsed through her veins or when she identified someone as delicious as you.

You lost sight of her for a moment, but when you found her, the situation was so painful that you decided to stop following her. A tall brunette girl took the drink she held in her hands and then kissed her passionately, as if in a movie.

You thought she really wanted another dance with you, but apparently, she was interested in someone else. With a sigh, you turned around and returned to the bar, drowning your senses in any sweet cocktail. You weren't much of a drinker, and even less prone to getting emotionally attached so easily to someone, but you felt that she was truly special, or something cliché like that.

Those intense green eyes fixed on you, sitting alone at the bar. Wanda needed to find out if you were different, she needed to test. Remembering Peggy's lips, the girl who had just fallen under her spell, she realized that she wasn't wrong about you. You truly had something different, something Wanda certainly didn't feel with anyone, let alone with Peggy.

Peggy was already beginning to feel dizzy, not only from the effects of the spiked drink but also from the heat that was taking over her body due to Wanda's touches. She longed to relieve this tension that seemed only possible with Wanda. As if reading Peggy's thoughts, Wanda held the girl's hand, and the two of them made their way through the crowd in the nightclub towards the restroom.

All the people around were drunk enough to not remember "who the mysterious blonde was who had last had contact with Peggy when she was still alive."

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"Can I buy you a drink?" Like an angel, a soft, deep voice slid from your right ear to your left. A glass filled with alcohol was gently pushed in your direction.

"Only if I know your name," you say, turning your gaze to her. Even though you had never heard her voice, you felt that it was her.

"If that's your price," she says, picking up the glass in front of you with her hand. "My name is Wanda," she says before downing half the liquid in the glass. Then she places it on the table and slides it toward you. "And yours?"

You look at the glass as the name "Wanda" smoothly slides through your mind. She was so mysterious, so intriguing, and that glass seemed strangely delicious after she had placed her lips on it. Her eyes sparkled, and she couldn't contain her wide smile as you turned the glass completely. It was confirmation that you would let yourself be led by her.

"S/N," you sigh, feeling the thick, icy drink slide down your throat like fire.

In seconds, Wanda was already standing by your side. Her black, glossy nails slid over your neck, leaving red traces before tangling in your hair. You slowly turned your head in her direction and were greeted by her sweet, full lips.

Wanda slowly turned the bar stool toward her. Her knee positioned itself between your legs like a support on the bench. This time, the kiss was gentler and slower, her lips perfectly fitting into yours, while her nails scraped and played with the hair at the nape of your neck.

When your hands clasped her waist and your tongue entered her mouth, she allowed herself to slide her knee forward, coming dangerously close to the warm, moist valley between her legs.

You moaned in response to the kiss and tightened your grip on her waist as you felt her gently touch the sensitive area between your legs. That bare and delicate knee, lightly brushing against your already drenched panties, sent an electrifying wave of heat. You desperately desired her, and she was well aware of it.

With small, sweet pecks on your lips, she squeezed your thigh with one hand, while the other made sure to interlace your fingers. Wanda removed her knee from the chair and made a gesture to pull you, to take you somewhere. Completely intoxicated with desire and craving more of her, you allowed yourself to be led.

As soon as you crossed the bathroom door, a firm hand pushed you against the door itself. Your breath caught in your throat, your tongue touching the roof of your mouth, and the taste of gloss invading your lips. Kisses slid from the mouth to your neck, while perfectly painted glossy black nails began to scratch the sensitive skin of your thigh.

Numb from the kiss and the drink that was starting to churn your stomach, you held firmly behind her head, intertwining your hand in her hair as she explored your neck. She made sure to leave a mark on every inch of exposed skin on your neck that the clothing didn't cover.

Wanda slid one of her hands over your stomach, feeling and searching for the location of your womb through the fabric of your dress. As she continued to kiss your neck, making your body tremble and become a hot mess, she removed her best friend, a sharp red and black switchblade, hidden on her thigh beneath her sheer stockings.

Michael Jackson's 'Smooth Criminal' echoed muffledly behind you as you were still pressed against the door. A deep sigh escaped your throat when you felt a sharp pain crawl over your stomach's skin. The wet sensation of Wanda's lips on your neck and her delicate bites tried to distract and confuse your mind. However, the stomach pain was so intense, and the sensation of something wet dripping was so present, that you tried to look down. But Wanda, with her delicate hand, quickly held your chin and raised it again, making you face her.

Wanda pressed her lips against yours once again, trying to distract you from the pain that was starting to become almost unbearable, and it seemed to really work. While you thought it was just a common stomachache, or that Wanda was scratching you again with her nails, you placed both hands on her neck. It was as if you were drunk and needed more of her lips. You felt such a strange connection with her that, if she were to disappear again, you would remember the taste of her well in your memory.

Wanda smiled against the passionate kiss. Her hand left your chin and started holding your still waist, while the other hand worked to leave her mark, or rather, the crown that had appeared on the news minutes before, with a switchblade on the delicate skin above your womb.

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The small ceiling shower, turned on and gushing water, provided comforting warmth to your body, which was dealing with a painful hangover. You woke up alone in this roadside motel room, with a glass of water and a pill on the table next to the bed.

You weren't accustomed to going out at night with strangers, let alone going to motels, but you really didn't want to keep things between you and Wanda confined to that small bathroom in the nightclub. Sighing, you remembered Wanda. Now, you felt like you would never see her again in your life. At least you had an unforgettable night with her, and that was enough... or so you liked to think to comfort yourself.

Sliding your hand over your abdomen, you felt a burning pain as a small stream of water dripped from the tips of your fingers directly onto a sensitive spot on your stomach. You felt a shiver run down your spine. Without turning off the shower and without caring about the water droplets running from your naked body, you quickly headed for the mirror in the room.

Standing right in front of the mirror, you fixed your gaze exactly on your womb, where there was a sort of crown embedded in your skin. It seemed to be something deeper than a simple tattoo and definitely burned as if it had been cut.

You opened and closed your mouth several times, trying to organize your thoughts. Everything seemed confusing, especially because you recognized the mark on your skin that had been shown in the news at the nightclub. Feeling a strange wave of fear and distress, you sat on the bed behind you, not caring about completely wetting the covers. It was like a punch, a punch so strong that you felt relieved to be alive.

Of all the victims, you were the only one to come out alive. You were the only one who didn't trigger a psychotic impulse in her when the music flowed through her veins. You were different, special, and unintentionally became her favorite prey.

Wanda, or rather, Scarlet Witch, left her mark on you, a mark for you never to forget her. Her little declaration of love, stamped in the form of a crown over your womb, was a small sign that she would come back to you.

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yourmaximoff · 10 months

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Midnight Sins

Summary: Ever since Princess Wanda began to be disturbed in her dreams by a succubus, her life has never been the same.

Paring: Princess!Wanda x Succubus!Vampire!Reader

Warnings: (+18) top!reader, botton!wanda, non/dub-con, dirty talk, degradation, sonophilia, public mind sex, fingering, oral, vampirism (reader is vampire-succubus, so feeds on cum and blood)

Words: 10k

A/N: hey hi again, this is definitely hot, it has a lot of obscenities, but it is so sweet in a way. I hope it's as much fun to read as it was to write ♡

(English is not my first language, sorry for any translation errors)

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The silver moonlight gently spilled over a magnificent Renaissance castle located in the north of Romania. Towering spires rose in various parts of the castle, their sharp silhouettes cutting through the dark sky like a gleaming knife.

Stone walls, bathed in the bright moonlight, revealed themselves in shades of gray and darkness, yet not in the least worn. The wealth and grandeur of the Maximoff royal family were manifested in every part of that carefully preserved and immaculate castle.

A vast expanse of flowers adorned a garden beside the grand castle. Flower beds exuded a diverse combination, ranging from fiery red to deep purple, from soft lilac to bright yellow.

A serene little lake rested in a more secluded area of the flowers. Its crystal-clear water perfectly reflected the moon, but also a slender crimson tail swaying on the branch of an apple tree.

Taking in a deep breath of the cozy air of the dark, chilly night, you observed the statue of a female figure in the middle of the garden. A pattern of white and red flowers surrounded the angelic figure with large open wings, her body slightly inclined downward as if blessing the flowers.

You attentively observed the statue, its angelic aura and a small crucifix on its chest like a protective necklace. You wrinkled your nose, laughing at the feeble attempt of stupid humans to keep creatures of the night at bay. Well, perhaps this statue truly kept some creatures fearful, but you felt nothing but an even greater desire to disturb that place.

The statue truly caught your attention. It portrayed a beautiful woman whom you felt drawn to know more about. Perhaps she was a historical figure, a philosopher, a healer, or even a saint? She was a young girl, nothing like the statues of grumpy men scattered around the village. It was the beauty of the statue that, ever since you first laid eyes on it, drew you in rather than instilling fear.

Your routine, ever since the statue was placed there a few weeks ago, has been to wait for the moonlight to consume the blazing sunlight, to sit on the branch of the tree nearby, just enough to remain unseen, and simply stay close to the statue. You were alone, and strangely felt embraced by the unknown marble figure.

Tonight was no different from the past twenty nights. Lying on the tree branch, with your head resting in your hands, gazing at the moonlight and only feeling the presence of the statue, you inhale deeply the scent of the flowers and let your mind drift away and wander into infinity.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn't notice a dark-haired girl approaching the statue. Her long dark hair cascaded down her back like waves, and a delicate dress made of fine fabric gently embraced her curves.

Your eyes left the moon and returned to the statue when you caught a unique scent, a mixture of cinnamon and vanilla. Your eyes widened as they landed on the figure responsible for the fragrance. A girl with her back to you, kneeling on the ground and pushing the soil aside, creating a hole.

Her hands caressed the soil while singing a beautiful song in a language you didn't know but reminded you of French and Latin. Her slightly husky yet sweet voice sent a shiver down your spine.

The girl left the newly planted seed, took a small jug, and began filling it from the little lake in front of the tree where you were. Your heart started racing as you noticed the striking resemblance between the girl in front of you and the statue. Her ethereal aura, her prominent freckled cheeks that you could only see up close, her slightly plump lips, and her wavy hair cascading down her back only made you hungrier.

Your stomach growled silently, and your mouth began to salivate as you saw the small girl in front of you as the perfect prey to satisfy your sudden hunger. Your breath became uneven as you simply observed the delicacy with which she filled a jug with water. The sight of her pronounced collarbone and the deliciously exposed curve of her neck only intensified the uncontrollable beast within you.

When she turned her back again to water the newly planted seed, your entrance throbbed and trembled. Your eyes transformed into a vivid red with dilated pupils, and your cheeks burned with excitement.

But something inside you prevented you from attacking her. Something in your chest warmed in a way never felt before. You had such affection for the statue's figure that now that her figure stood before you in flesh and blood, with blood pumping deliciously in her veins, you couldn't think of anything but wanting her for yourself. You didn't want to kill her, you wanted to consume her, to feed on her blood, to indulge in her pleasure, and above all, to feast on her soul.

You sneaked and descended from the tree, landing your bare feet silently on the ground, inhaling deeply the scent of cinnamon and vanilla, even more prominent in the air. The girl's voice began to sing the lullaby again in the unknown language, unaware of your mortal presence just behind her.

Your chest started pounding as you took a step forward, your inner monster beginning to take control of your body, accompanied by the hunger exploding in your empty stomach. Fangs descended over your canine teeth, and your saliva filled your famished mouth.

"Wanda, dear, dinner is on the table. Clean your hands and come eat." The sweet voice of the queen, coming from the open glass door of the garden, resonated throughout the flower-filled space.

"Yes, mother, I'm coming." The girl, supposedly named Wanda, wiped the dust off her hands on her own white dress and left the garden.

You deeply inhaled the scent of her body, the delicious perfume spreading through the air as her angelic presence dissipated. You shook your head, pushing the bloodthirsty monster lodged within you back into your consciousness.

Your fangs gave way to your normal canines, your eyes slowly returned to their original color, and your tail began to wag from side to side in excitement that took over your body. Allowing your more rational and less animalistic self to return, you went back to the tree with the intention of waiting until everyone in the castle retired, to finally strike in the middle of the night.

And so it was done. As the hours advanced into the early morning, all the lights in the castle were turned off, plunging the palace into deep darkness. The only remaining illumination came from the chandeliers carried by the guards on their nightly rounds, with candles flickering in their steady hands. The chandeliers cast dancing shadows on the stone walls, while the guards' silent steps echoed through the corridors.

You left the tree and, before heading towards the castle, took one last look at the statue. Its features were identical to those of your next victim, but this replica was not perfect. It lacked her delicate and almost imperceptible freckles, her naturally rosy cheeks, and most importantly, her sweet scent. But even so, you found yourself admiring it.

Your gaze traveled across the statue's body and stopped at the outstretched arms, as if blessing the ground and the flowers around. Your eyes fixated on a small, solitary flower, separated from the others, with a freshly cut stem and voluminous petals stained with dirt. Next to it, you noticed a cluster of weeds tangled in a green mess. The poor flower struggled against the weeds, and Wanda was determined to help.

Gently, you cupped the flower in your hands and recognized that it wasn't a rose but a Black Swan peony. Its petals, arranged in multiple layers, displayed a deep red, almost black. Despite its somber appearance, its aroma was soft and sweet.

Your gaze turned back to the statue, and a strong determination surged through your veins as your mind merged the figure of the statue with that of the brunette girl.

Sneaking around the castle, your feet found support on the rough surfaces of the rocks, while your hands firmly grasped the ledges and crevices of the castle. Finally, you reached the castle's balcony, where an open window revealed itself as a passage into the princess's room.

Climbing up the edge of the open window, you breathed deeply, sensing the sweet vanilla scent filling the room. With a smile on your lips, you sneaked inside, noticing the presence of the brunette girl lying on the imposing canopy bed positioned in the center of the spacious room.

The white satin sheet stood out in contrast to the dark wooden pillars flanking the bed. A wooden plaque carved in gold above the headboard displayed the name 'Wanda' in careful and extremely elegant calligraphy.

"Wanda." You whispered each letter on your tongue, feeling how her confirmed baptismal name resonated as it left your mouth.

The entire room screamed lust and wealth but with a sweet and delicate touch in every part. A wooden dressing table against the wall, the large mirror reflected the items on the table. No dark or heavy makeup, only lip gloss and lighter colors, she surely didn't need any makeup to accentuate her beauty.

On the desk, there was a recently extinguished scented candle, emitting a delightful lavender scent that brought a calm and relaxed aura. Study papers on languages and some gouache paintings scattered across the wooden surface. And everywhere, there were small pots with simple plants that appeared to be well cared for. You approached the desk, planting a kiss on the peony, and placed it on the papers on the table.

Allowing your curious gaze to fall upon her sleeping figure on the bed, you approached with slow steps until you were mere inches away from the bed. Noble blood pumped through her veins, and the angelic aura that pervaded her room, emanating from her body as well, left you with no other thought than the fact that she was undoubtedly a princess.

A smile settled on your lips, a vivid red invaded your pupils, and your succubus tail began to sway in the air again. The fragile and defenseless figure before you intensified your unbearable hunger, lascivious thoughts flooded your mind like waves. This time, your fangs didn't appear; this time, you weren't hungry for blood. You craved orgasm, and your prey, your victim, was right in front of you, ready to feed you.

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A deep gasp escaped Wanda's throat, choked moans sounding like high-pitched melodies in the air. Her hands tightly gripped the white satin sheet, and her legs unconsciously wrapped around a figure between her thighs. She pushed her hips upward, feeling her blood pulsate through her veins, her legs trembling along with her hands gripping the sheet tightly. She was being consumed.

"Fuck." She gasped again in another moan, her entrance being attacked with licks and suction in all the right places on her sensitive pussy.

As her breath rose and fell, her hardened nipples rubbed against the soft fabric of her nightgown. Waves of heat crashed against her burning body, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead, and warm air escaping her lips with every moan. The overheating and the pleasure building up in her stomach were enough for her eyes to start watering.

Feeling the skillful tongue hitting all the sensitive parts of her hot core, she began to feel the orgasm slowly corroding her stomach. She started grinding her hips against the delightful sensation, but sharp nails like claws pressed against the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, preventing her from moving. Another moan escaped her throat, and instead of dispersing the pleasure, the pain became enough fuel for her to reach the limit, the highest sensation of pleasure she had ever felt before.

Wanda's body trembled, her hands instinctively flew to the head between her legs. Pulling strands of unfamiliar hair forcefully between her fingers, it was as if she signaled the impending release of her orgasm.

A precise and rough lick was enough for her viscous liquid to flow from her hot hole onto the hunter's tongue. She felt pleasure coursing through her veins, the sensation of spirals dissipating from her stomach, and a wave of pleasure and relief flooding her mind.

You smiled against her pussy; it tasted even better than you thought a princess would. It was as sweet as her aura, but as addictive as a drug. Sliding your tongue all over her pussy one last time, savoring every delicious drop, you planted a tender kiss on her folds and faded away like smoke from her mind.

Wanda woke up with her chest pounding and her body hot. Sweat trickled down her forehead, while her breathing was heavy and her eyes moistened with dry tears. Startled, she quickly sat up in bed and looked at the open window.

The white curtains swayed, bringing in the cold night breeze, while a fleeting figure with a red tail darted through the crack between the curtains. Feeling fear, Wanda slid off the bed and turned on the bedside lamp, but, as expected or perhaps unexpectedly, there was nothing there. She sighed deeply, straightening her disheveled hair, and approached the vanity. Looking at her own sweaty and heated reflection in the mirror, she realized she had had an erotic dream.

She had never experienced anything so vivid and real before. A wave of pleasure enveloped her in the dream, taking her to climax in an intense and overwhelming way. Now, her cheeks turned red with embarrassment as she recalled that little sinful dream she had lived. She mentally scolded herself for not looking down and discovering who was behind that pleasurable sensation.

"Could this dream be a premonition of something, perhaps the love of my life?" She questioned herself as she sat down and began to run the brush through her hair.

After a few minutes of contemplation, the orange rays of sunlight slowly started dissipating the darkness of the night. Its brightness flooded the room, illuminating every corner, while the sound of the newly awakened birds brought a sense of peace to Wanda's troubled mind.

As she looked out the window, Wanda noticed something positioned on top of the desk. Feeling curious, she left the brush on the vanity table and walked over to the desk. To her surprise, there was the Peony she had tended to and removed weeds from the garden the previous night, delicately resting on the surface of the table.

Throughout the morning, she found herself returning to her dream, and her flushed cheeks betrayed that she was thinking about something inappropriate for the moment. Amidst her duties as a princess, she found herself doodling various drawings on the sheet, depicting the possible mysterious figure. Each drawing had different features, such as the face shape, body, and even the type of hair, which was the only thing she could distinctly feel from the figure between her legs.

"Are you here, Wanda?" Her friend Monica asked, snapping her fingers in front of Wanda's focused eyes on the drawing.

"Oh, yes, sorry." Wanda shook her head, diverting her eyes from the drawings to the French teacher. "Why do I need to learn French anyway?"

"Because suitors from all languages will come to the ball, silly," Monica replied, shaking her head and glancing away from Wanda to the sheet on the table.

"And your father wants to make sure you'll be a good diplomat," answered the gray-haired, stubble-faced teacher, as he continued to glide the chalk on the board.

Wanda grimaced, shaking her head. She liked having all the privileges and not having to make an effort to achieve things. However, the whole situation of being courted by people from other kingdoms made her stomach churn. Deep down, she knew why she felt nauseous about it. It's not that she disliked attention, but the idea of having only men to choose from didn't seem as exciting as it should be.

The 21st birthday gift Wanda received from her mother was a replica of herself in the form of a statue in the garden. Perhaps it was a bit too narcissistic for her taste to have a life-size copy of herself, but she didn't complain; she found it charming to be among the flowers she cared for with such dedication and affection.

On the other hand, her father's gift was to invite several suitors from various wealthy kingdoms to a party at the palace in a few days, with the intention of finding a suitor worthy of her to help govern the kingdom or govern on her behalf. Maybe Wanda was minimally lucky to have a family that loved and respected her enough not to force her into a marriage against her will. However, the idea of her fate being to marry a man who supposedly would boss her around made her nauseous.

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The afternoon sun slowly began to be consumed by the darkness that the moon radiated, all the rooms of the palace turning on its yellow lights, illuminating the entire darkness of the castle.

You lay on the same branch as usual, your thumb wiping the blood that trickled from the corners of your lips. Savouring the metallic taste of blood, you placed your hands behind your head like a pillow. Inhaling deeply the scent of the garden flowers, you once again felt embraced by the presence of the beautiful statue, now called Wanda. You silently allowed yourself to confide your feelings to the statue.

You were still curious to know more about Wanda, to know a little more than just the taste of her climax. This was actually something new for you. You were a creature of the night, a creature created to feed on humans, both their blood and their climax, but something about Wanda was different. You felt as if imaginary butterflies were fluttering in your stomach. That intoxicating scent of her perfume was stuck in your mind. Closing your eyes, you could feel her presence just by the memory of her perfume. Her sweet voice answering her mother, the color of her hair, the prominent collarbone on her pale skin above the shoulders of that dress. Everything was spinning in your mind, everything seemed so confusing. You had never felt empathy for anyone before, and now you have a girl in your head, a princess named Wanda.

Shifting your gaze from the moon to the statue, you descended from the tree and approached slowly. Admiring the perfection of the marble statue, your mind brought forth memories of Wanda's face. Every detail was vivid in your memory: the delicate freckles, the slightly curved nose, the eyes green like weeds, the full lips painted with a soft gloss. Fascinated, you approached the statue, gliding gently over the marble surface until your lips met those of the sculpture. Curious to feel the texture and sensation, you pressed your lips against the coldness of the stone, knowing it was only a representation, but still enjoying the illusion of an impossible kiss.

The butterflies in your stomach fluttered, but the sensation wasn't enough for them to go away. You swallowed, moving away, looking at the statue with a smile and slightly warm cheeks. Oh damn, did you really kiss a statue? You laughed at yourself, but soon released a sigh, looking at the glass door of the garden. Could you have her lips against yours? Would she ever kiss you awake?

Looking up, you observed Wanda's bedroom window with the light on. Some nearby flowers showed signs of weeds starting to grow on their stems. Wanda's careful attention to her plants piqued your curiosity about what she might be doing. Perhaps, having seen Wanda only once, the previous night, your mind created an imaginary nighttime routine for her.

Shaking off the conflicting thoughts, you took one last look at the statue and felt a wave of adrenaline rush through your veins. A visit wouldn't hurt anyone, right? You felt the urge to see her again, to observe her skin, to feel her scent.

But maybe it was a bit premature, after all, were you really missing her? Even though you saw her for the first and only time last night? Grimacing to yourself, you dismissed your own question. No, you only liked the taste of her climax, and that was it. You had no empathy or feelings for anyone.

You kept that lie in your mind as you climbed the protruding rocks on the castle's stone walls. Placing your hands on the balcony, you squinted your eyes and saw her with her back to the open window. A romantic symphony played in the room, and only the chandelier light illuminated the space as she wrote something at the desk.

You silently jumped inside the balcony and sat on the floor. Thankful that the window was open and the curtains were pinned, you could observe her attentively. The tranquility that reigned in the room started to warm your heart in a different way. Crossing your legs, you rested your elbow on the knee and, with the palm of your hand open, supported your head.

Looking through the vanity mirror, you managed to see her beautiful face illuminated by the chandelier light. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, her eyes fixed on a book in front of her, occasionally glancing down to write on the page. Her features were so soft and angelic that everything she did seemed like the work of an angel.

As if she felt your gaze, she absentmindedly looked at the vanity mirror. Her eyes met yours directly, and for a moment, you were grateful for being half-vampire and not reflecting in the mirror. Her irises gently stood out under the orange light of the chandelier, her eyelashes blinked slowly as she returned her attention to the page in front of her.

Wanda looked like a living work of art, her eyes gliding from the page to the book resting in front of her. Sometimes, she got lost in thoughts, looking around as if she sensed she was being watched. However, you were cunning and managed to stay quiet and invisible to her eyes.

A long period passed without you even realizing, and Wanda stood up from the chair, closing the book and her now content-filled page on the table. Stretching her body, she turned on her heels and glanced at the open window. As she approached, she placed her hand on the two large windows, about to close them when a thought crossed her mind.

"What if my dream came from the open window?" Wanda thought. She always kept her window closed, and the only day she left it open coincided with her dream. Did she really want to dream about that again? Was it worth the risk of leaving the window open, allowing some flying animal, insect, or even a monster to enter the room, all for just a moment of pleasure?

A hand rested on Wanda's lips, preventing any scream from escaping. A deep, seductive whisper echoed in her ears, "Come to me." The sound of that hypnotizing voice enveloped her mind, making her feel dizzy and weak. Unable to resist, she fainted in your arms, surrendering completely.

Feeling the weight of Wanda's lifeless body, you carefully embraced her and lifted her in your arms as if she were a feather. The soft touch of her skin against yours, the sensation of her warmth and fragility, brought a mixture of excitement and tenderness. With determined steps, you carried her to the soft bed, gently placing her on the delicate sheets.

Back in her quarters, you let curiosity work in your body. Gliding through the room, you could now calmly observe things in her room, without that thirst and euphoria of tasting her for the first time.

The papers on the desk were carefully organized, revealing Wanda's sweet and elegant handwriting. Next to the papers, a French study book was closed, marked by a delicate red bookmark.

A picture frame caught your attention, displaying a picture of Wanda with her parents. The three of them were dressed in luxurious clothes, revealing the wealth and elegance of the family. A diamond tiara shone on Wanda's forehead, while her makeup, slightly more intense than usual, further enhanced her youthful beauty. The golden shimmer on her eyelids and cheeks seemed to reflect the sun, adding a touch of glamour to her angelic appearance.

On the wooden shelf, there was a meticulously organized stack of books. Among the titles, a diversity of subjects stood out, including studies on plants and flowers. However, what caught your attention the most was the significant number of romance books, occupying a considerable space on the shelf.

You wrinkled your nose at the thought of Wanda being a romantic girl. Would she be the type to receive flowers? Or the type to give flowers from her own garden? You pondered on the perfect gift to court a princess like her. Surely, gold and jewelry were common gifts that she probably received abundantly, an obvious display of wealth, but Wanda didn't seem to enjoy that type of gift.

You left Wanda's room, jumped off the balcony, and under the cozy light of the night, you stealthily sneaked through the now empty streets of the village to the local library. Entering the empty library and passing by the large shelves, you soon spotted what you were looking for. Sliding your finger over the hard, brownish cover, you pulled out the book, holding it securely in your hands.

The dark brownish cover only further enhanced the title 'Dracula' written in a shiny faux gold. Your eyes gleamed, reflecting the golden glow of the book and bringing to mind the memory of Wanda's pale skin under the orange light of the chandelier. If you were to give her a gift, you would certainly use this book that revealed little, but revealed your world and your vampiric mind.

Back in her room, you placed the book on the table, along with a small note you wrote with your own pen on a blank sheet. At no point did you wonder why you were giving her a gift; you simply let your instincts guide you. Perhaps deep down, you knew that Wanda was different and that she made your heart flutter. The idea of courting her, even if she didn't know of your existence, brought comfort to you.

Your eyes dilated when you saw her lying face down on the bed, with one thigh bent and the other leg stretched out, exposing a good portion of her body. You swallowed hard, smiling as your mouth began to salivate, preparing to attack once again. To attack to obtain what you desire so much, after all, you believe you deserve it, don't you? The book on the table has a price, and that price is her.

Diving deep into her desires and darkest thoughts, you consumed her mind, invading every piece of her thoughts and delving into her darkest desires. In the cloud of emotions growing in her mind, you were able to understand some things that Wanda liked, and you would certainly use them to provide even more pleasure to her, and consequently, to feed better.

Wanda's breath started to hitch as she felt the space between her legs being attacked again, but this time it was skillful fingers delivering slow movements against her clitoris. She moaned softly and, as she tilted her head to finally see the face of her hunter, delicious lips engulfed one of her breasts.

The surprise was enough for you to sink two fingers into her walls, stretching her slowly with back and forth movements. Wanda swallowed the deep groan, gripping your hair tightly against her chest. You began to suck on her breast with your mouth, your tongue tracing around her deliciously hardened nipple, while your fingers started to thrust forcefully and quickly inside her.

"Who..." She choked on a moan, her head stretched back on the pillow, and her hands gripped your hair tightly. "Who are you?"

You growled against her nipple, gliding deep kisses along her collarbone until reaching her ear. "Soon, you'll know." You trailed kisses down her neck, where you found her delicious pulse, feeling her hot blood pumping tirelessly to her heated mind. Your mouth tirelessly left purple bite marks and hickeys on her neck. If this wasn't a dream, Wanda would certainly feel very embarrassed and self-conscious the next day explaining the marks on her neck.

"Do you want to be treated like a dirty slut?" You asked against the skin of her neck, moving back up to her ear. "There, inside your beautiful, brainless little head, you like that, don't you?" You pushed your fingers as deep as you could and began twisting them inside her, thrusting all the way in and pulling back to the edge. Gradually, her mind started to drift away, the butterflies in her stomach swirling as the pressure in her stomach increased, swelling like a balloon about to burst.

Wanda swallowed hard, and a smile appeared on her lips as she processed your dirty words. This was what she wanted, at least for now. Being treated with respect and like royalty was nice, but being treated like a whore was one of the repressed fetishes within her. Wanda needed someone to disrupt her perfect princess life, she needed a demon to consume her completely, she needed you.

You eagerly devoured her entire pussy, her legs closed around your face while you still pumped your fingers inside her. Sucking motions and your tongue tracing her sensitive clit were enough to make an orgasm explode over her stomach. A tired, guttural moan escaped Wanda's lips, her toned thighs trembling and trapping you between her legs. You gave a few more thrusts, prolonging the pleasure, and slid your mouth to finally consume her precious nectar.

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"I noticed you like romances. Why not give this one a chance?" Wanda read, biting her lower lip. Her eyes scanned the note again for the tenth time since she laid eyes on it earlier in the morning.

Sitting on a swing, Wanda allowed her body to be gently rocked by the breeze blowing from the surrounding nature. Her hair was disheveled, cascading messily down her back. The brunette's cheeks were lightly flushed from the wind caressing her skin, adding a rosy touch to her appearance. Wanda's hands carefully held the book she had received, positioned on her lap. A large branch from the voluminous tree served as a support point for a sturdy sisal rope, while vines from the trunk spread tangled over the rope, creating delicate flowered vines that intertwined with the swing's cords.

Once again, she was attacked by the night. She couldn't even call it an attack anymore; it was as pleasurable as the first time, but so unique that she couldn't believe her mind was playing tricks on her like this. Who could have placed that book on the table early in the morning? Her parents had already given her the birthday present, and she would certainly recognize the handwriting. The person who attacked her in the dream now had a voice, a beautiful voice that began to disturb Wanda's thoughts in the morning. It was impossible; it was just a dream. Her tired mind, seeking alternatives to relax, may have created a figure from her own imagination... right? Unless something supernatural was truly lurking around her. Wanda was aware of the existence of nocturnal creatures, but she never bothered to delve deeper into her studies on the subject. But now, with the possibility that something supernatural was truly disturbing her, she felt defenseless.

Swaying gently, Wanda was immersed in thought, trying to connect her recurring erotic dreams with the gift on the table. In a matter of days, she had been supposedly attacked with waves of pleasure and gifted with presents. Had Wanda done something to deserve these things? Was it God, if He even exists, rewarding her for being a good princess?

The bright sunlight pierced through the dense clouds and bathed Wanda's face, temporarily blinding her vision. She furrowed her brow, feeling the intense heat against her skin, and instinctively raised the book to create a protective shade over her face.

As the shadow offered relief from the blinding glare, her thoughts began to organize. Her eyes scanned the words printed on the book cover: "Dracula." A shiver ran down her spine as the word gleamed before her eyes. A sudden idea erupted in her clouded mind like a flash of lucidity. That was it; she needed to delve deeper into the study of nocturnal creatures in order to discover what exactly was disturbing her.

Wanda crossed the village and entered the local library. Her princess attire was completely concealed beneath the large traveler's cloak with a hood, keeping her royal aura hidden. Wanda always wore this cloak when escaping the confines of the castle, seeking solace in an empty spot in the library to read or breathe the fresh air among common folk.

With hands positioned behind her back and her head slightly tilted forward, Wanda stepped into the library with soft and cautious steps. The distinct scent of old books and knowledge permeated the air, enveloping her in a literary atmosphere.

Wanda proceeded, lightly gliding her fingers over the spines of the volumes within her reach. Her senses were heightened as if the library itself whispered in her ear, revealing clues and directions to follow. After a few minutes of relentless searching, her keen eyes captured an intriguing sight: a solitary book resting on a dark and less frequented shelf of the library.

Wanda reached out and took the book, feeling the rough and worn texture of the leather in her fingers. The title bore inscriptions that seemed to have been carved by someone hundreds of years ago. Carefully, she opened the old, yellowed pages, sensing the scent of aged paper wafting into her nostrils along with a cloud of swirling dust.

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On the night preceding the ball, Wanda entered the garden, holding a book firmly in her hands, and approached the tree where you were. Watching her hands closely, you recognized the book you had gifted her, held tightly between her arms, pressed against her chest. A knot formed in your throat, and you began to rise, consumed by the fear of being seen by her. However, as Wanda turned her back to the tree, settling down on the ground and resting her head against the trunk, a silent sigh of relief escaped her lips.

Curiously, you observed as Wanda's delicate fingers opened the cover of the book titled 'Dracula'. Her white dress spread out on the grass, contrasting with the vibrant green surroundings, while her pale skin extended forward, touching the softness of the lawn.

"Jonathan Harker's Diary," Wanda said aloud, and you immediately recognized the beginning of the book. She stretched her legs up to her knees and carefully rested the book on her lap. Her enchanting voice echoed throughout the garden, enveloping the surroundings with a gentle melody.

Lying back on the branch, you smiled as you gazed at the moon and the stars, while Wanda's reading spun through your mind. You were thrilled that she was actually reading something you had given her, and you were certainly even happier that she was enjoying the experience with you. Even though you weren't by her side, you felt minimally connected to her angelic figure.

Each paragraph slid perfectly off her tongue like a song. The perfect diction and the slight accent lingering on certain words added an extra charm, bringing a touch of acidity to her youthful and angelic appearance. Her fingers delicately turning the next page as you slowly closed your eyes to absorb more of her soft voice and the story. Engrossed in her voice, you didn't notice when she closed the book slowly and let out a deep sigh.

"Is it you?" she asked, her voice filled with emotion, a slight tremor perceptible in her words.

Your eyes widened as you shifted your gaze from the moon to Wanda's hands, just below you, resting on the closed book. Watching her intently, you narrowed your eyes and noticed a slight nervousness, evident in her trembling fingers pressed against the book. Knowing exactly what she was asking about, you pondered for a moment whether you should actually answer or if she was just asking the question to the wind and to herself.

"Yes," you replied, curious about her reaction. You weren't sure if she had seen you and was aware of your presence or if she was simply asking the question into the void and to herself.

"Why me?" She asked, rising from the ground, her head slowly turning in your direction, but her eyes tightly shut.

You carefully descended from the tree, landing softly on the ground. Before you, she stood with her eyes tightly closed. Your eyes traced every trace of benevolence etched on her face. However, her trembling hands clutched the book firmly, revealing an imminent fear pulsating within her being.

"Why not you?" you whispered calmly and seductively in front of her. "A little princess protected by guards in a grand castle," With slow and intentionally heavy steps, you walked around her. "Is that not enough to keep a creature like me away from you?"

"I hoped it would be," Wanda murmured, her voice trembling, her hands tightly pressing the book against her chest. "I needed to find out what was happening." She sighed deeply, trying to dispel the fear from her body. "I thought you were just a dream, but apparently, I was wrong."

"This might still be a dream, princess, and I might just be part of your imagination," you whispered in her ear, purposefully making the gears in her mind spin frantically. "Or I could be real and truly a great danger to you." You could feel every heartbeat, every pulse, and the speed at which the blood flowed through her veins. "But I won't kill you."

"Why?" Her trembling and emotional voice lingered in the air.

"Because you have what I want," you whispered in her ear, moving around her, each firm step echoing through the space as you positioned yourself in front of her once again.

"And what do you want?" Taking a deep breath, she inhales air into her lungs, trying to normalize her breathing and her heartbeat.

A dramatic and deliberate silence envelops both of you, stretching like a veil of anticipation in the air. The subtle sounds of the surroundings seem to fade away, allowing only the echo of her racing heartbeat to be heard.

The soft, diffused light of twilight stretches across the horizon, painting the sky with a palette of golden and orange hues. Behind her, a gentle, diffused light spills over the landscape, slowly dissipating the shadows of the night. Her brunette hair takes on a coppery tone, a dark cascade of shimmering strands, resting on her chest, moving in sync with her erratic breaths. Her pale, delicate porcelain-like skin seems to acquire a soft bronze hue as the copper rays of twilight embrace her fragile and helpless form before you.

"You," your voice resonates like a gentle breeze of relief in her ears, dissipating the unconscious expectations she didn't even know existed.

Slowly, her eyes open, finally discovering what you are like. Her irises, green like a forest during rain, gain an increasingly intense sparkle as she analyzes every detail of your being. A gentle smile begins to form on her lips, almost unconsciously. It's as if all the nervousness and insecurity that consumed her until now dissolve in an instant.

Unconsciously, she lets the book fall to the ground, extending her trembling hand towards you. Her fingers glide smoothly over the fabric of your blouse, sinking into the material until they find the cool skin hidden beneath. Her eyes seem to shine intensely as they fixate on your chest, as if finding a long-awaited confirmation there. It's as if all doubts and uncertainties dissipate in that moment, giving way to the certainty that all of this is real. The tangible proof of your presence, your concrete existence, is beneath her fingertips.

With gentle and careful movements, your hand glides over her wrist, tracing a delicate path until reaching the palm of her hand. The fingers naturally intertwine as if finding their destined place. The warmth emanating from her feverish hand merges with the naturally cold palm of your hand, bringing a warmth that your cold heart has never felt before.

With eyes still locked, Wanda slowly draws closer. Her other free hand glides softly over your chest, an instinctive and silent gesture that seems to invite her to come even closer. In a deep sigh, you draw closer, and your lips finally meet in a soft and delicate touch.

Your lips meet in a perfect fit, like pieces of a puzzle that finally find their missing part. It's as if sin meets the sinner, and light meets the scorching sun in the twilight, the same twilight that paints the sky behind the both of you.

Two completely different souls, each treading their own path, now intertwine in the bright moonlight, merging into a single soul.

You separate your hands, sliding gently over her jaw, deepening the kiss even further. Meanwhile, she traces your neck with her warm hands, in a possessive and affectionate gesture.

The heat of the bodies intensifies, the physical proximity almost painful, as hands explore the contours of hungry bodies. Desire grows in a symphony of muffled sighs, restrained moans turning into murmurs of shared pleasure.

In the dimness of dawn and twilight, you found yourself in your usual spot, nestled in the familiar tree. However, this time, you were sitting with your head resting against the trunk, allowing your fingers to intertwine in her long, brunette hair, cascading onto your thighs. With affectionate and gentle gestures, your hands caressed Wanda's scalp.

The soft and serene moonlight was enough to illuminate the pages of the book Wanda held, allowing her to continue reading even in the darkness. In this tranquil silence, the gentle sound of pages turning and her sweet voice carried by the wind filled the air with the romantic terror of a vampire named Dracula.

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The imposing windows adorned with white curtains and golden details filled the room with the grace of moonlight, accompanied by the crisp air of a cold autumn night.

Stately pillars rose from the walls, enveloped in a delicate golden hue, exuding sophistication and elegance. The grandeur of the hall was impressive, with a lofty ceiling that seemed to disappear into the heights, where Catholic paintings depicted celestial angels and warriors in a divine battle.

The floor, clear and polished like a gleaming mirror, perfectly reflected the golden light emitted by the chandeliers punctuating the hall. The grand crystal chandelier, majestic and opulent, occupied the center of the hall, emanating a dazzling radiance.

Wanda wore a small diamond tiara delicately positioned on her head, while the moonlight caressed each precious gem. A silky fringe gently rested on her face, gently pushed aside by the tiara's graceful presence.

A generous yet elegant neckline accentuated her delicate collarbone, while the thin straps of the white dress softly rested on her shoulders. Delicate handcrafted embroideries danced along the skirt and around the bodice, displaying patterns and symbols reminiscent of royal heritage. The golden threads, silver accents, and embedded pearls captured the golden light throughout the hall. The dress embraced her figure with a perfect fit, emphasizing her noble and delicate posture.

As her thoughts drifted away to a place she truly wished to be, Wanda finished filling the glass with the refreshing rosy liquid of the punch. Indifferently lifting it to her lips, she took an uninterested sip. Her eyes wandered to the window, lost in a distracted gaze, oblivious to the bustling activity around her.

The wind played among the treetops, gently swaying them. On one branch, a pair of birds nestled together, seeking warmth and comfort amidst the cool breeze. As she observed this simple scene, Wanda found herself immersed in her deepest thoughts, pondering if the problem truly lay within her.

Around her, there were plenty of interesting and genuinely kind suitors, willing to enjoy her company. However, something seemed to be missing, something she couldn't find in those who surrounded her.

No matter how hard she tried to engage with each of them, their interactions amounted to mere empty words. She couldn't even hold a conversation beyond two words without boredom quickly setting in. Something was lacking, someone capable of bringing a fervent passion that would ignite her perfect life, someone she knew exactly who.

"May I have this dance, princess?" A familiar voice broke the silence, bringing her back to reality with a mix of surprise and excitement.

Wanda's arm hairs instantly stood on end, an electric sensation running through her body as a warm and familiar presence approached. Turning to confirm she wasn't going crazy, her eyes widened upon encountering someone unexpected, or perhaps not, dressed elegantly like everyone else around.

"What are you doing here?" Wanda asked, her tone laden with surprise.

"How rude of you, princess," you replied, shaking your head disapprovingly as you grabbed a glass and started filling it from the nearby table. "It would be more respectful to acknowledge my presence and accept my request," you added, innocently raising the glass to your lips, a pretense she knew didn't exist, in your voice.

"Are you courting me?" Wanda asked, a curious smile dancing on her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I suppose that's the word, courting," you answered, swallowing the last sip of your drink with an expression of satisfaction. "My beautiful princess, would you accept a dance with this poor soul?" you invited, your intense gaze revealing a mix of desire and longing that couldn't be denied.

"And if I refuse, what will you do?" Wanda challenged, her rebellious princess demeanor intensifying even more.

"I squeezed myself into a corset that's squeezing my tail and all my organs for nothing?" you replied, making a theatrical grimace. "Are you really going to be mean to me, princess?"

"I don't remember inviting you," she retorted with acidity and mischievous innocence playing on her plump, rosy lips. "The exit is to the right."

Wanda spun on her heels, leaving the glass on the table and heading towards the dance floor where everyone was gathered. It was a silent invitation for you to follow, and like an obedient puppy, you did.

You couldn't resist the impulse to follow her scent, to watch her wide hips sway and her glossy, toned legs shine in contrast to her pale skin under the orangish light of the palace. Though there were several other girls around, equally well-dressed as her, none of them were her. None of them would ever be your princess Wanda.

Bodies of princesses and princes danced poetically to the sound of classical music echoing from the king's private orchestra. The violins, bass, drums, guitars, and flutes resonated throughout the palace, filling the air with a grand melody that made the floor tremble beneath your feet.

Wanda glanced back as she slowly walked towards the center of the ballroom, making sure that you were indeed following her. A deep laugh escaped her lips as she noticed your eyes fixed on her legs and hips. When she caught your attention on her face, you winked in a flirtatious manner, without any sign of embarrassment for being caught.

Coming to a stop in the middle of the ballroom, she sighed deeply, feeling the scent of masculine and feminine perfumes blending in the air, and soon after, she felt your warm presence behind her.

"I thought you'd be uncomfortable here," Wanda murmured, turning to meet your gaze.

"I'm just making sure the royalty is having a good time tonight," you replied, placing your hand on her hip and pulling her close to your body. A soft moan escaped her lips, but without protest, she rested her hands on your shoulders and locked them behind your neck.

"You truly are a gentleman," she said, rolling her eyes with flushed cheeks, allowing the music to flow through her body.

"A gentleman ready to rescue the princess from the evil villain," you stated, swaying your bodies to the rhythm of the orchestral music that surrounded them. Subtle and warm touches were exchanged at her waist, your fingers pressing with enough firmness to feel her skin beneath that delicate, thin dress. "Or I could be the villain who kidnaps the princess, the choice is yours."

"Being kidnapped by you would be much better than staying here," Wanda teased, shaking her head. "Doing something more interesting..." She glanced away with a mischievous smile.

"You know I don't always need to be hungry to play with you, don't you?" You let out a deep laugh, tightening your grip on her waist and making her look back at you. "I can do whatever you want, just ask me."

Her lips curved into a mischievous smile, accentuating her round, rosy cheeks. Her long, dark eyelashes fluttered gently, emanating innocence. However, behind that angelic expression, a mischievous gleam appeared in her green eyes, shining intensely under the golden light of the palace, revealing a silent request that only you could understand.

"Do you want this, princess?" you ask, leaning closer to her ear. "Do you want to be a vixen in the midst of all these people?" You whisper each word slowly into her ear.

"Yes, please," she sighs.

"As you wish, Your Highness," you whisper in her ear. A beam of red magic plunges over your eyes, completely painting her irises and dilated pupils.

Sinking your hand beneath the delicate fabric of her dress, you slide your hand between her thighs, holding her waist firmly. A mischievous smile forms on your lips as you feel the warmth and wetness that moisten your fingers. Carefully, you push aside her delicate satin panties, sliding three fingers over her closed slit, and in response, a deep, throaty moan escapes her lips. She gently rests her head on your shoulder, seeking support and security. Her hands grip tightly around your waist, holding on with strength and seeking stability.

The music of the orchestra gradually became a mere murmur in her ears, while her mind was wrapped in a fervent and exciting intensity. Your seductive aroma delicately penetrated her nostrils, and the sweet melody of your voice chilled every inch of her body. They surrendered unreservedly to the burning passion that enveloped them.

"Your Highness you are a mess." You whisper softly in her ear, as you gently slide two of your fingers into her folds. Gradually, her juices begin to trickle over your fingers, letting little droplets fall onto the shiny wooden floor.

Wanda lets out anguished, whimpering moans against your ear, feeling your thumb caress her clit sloppily. The deliberate slowness almost makes the sensation painful, causing an intense mix of pleasure and torment to her mind.

"Do you want something majesty?" You ask with devotion, but a feigned innocence. "You need to tell me what you want."

"I... I" She lets out a moan followed by a deep sigh against your ear, her legs trembling with small involuntary spasms. "I need you..." The words come out in a whisper laden with desire and urgency.

"You need me...?" You ask cynically, your fingers working on leaving her in rags. "You're a slut aren't you? You want me to have you here in the middle of all these important people who never look at you the same way again." Your voice takes on an acidic tone, echoing the awakening of your dark side. Your inner monster manifests itself, taking over your body and inflaming your soul. The fangs you used to hide now emerge from your canines, pressing their sharp points against your lower lip.

You were never good. You fed on the desperation of others, finding pleasure in the agony you caused people. To see someone beg and suffer at your hands was ecstasy for you. And that's exactly what Wanda was doing, giving in and surrendering her noble body to you.

"Come on princess, beg for what you want." Your husky voice whispered against her ear, enveloping her in a cloud of burning desire. Every part of her being is imbued with the seduction and magic of a succubus. Your captivating voice, the enveloping aroma, the fatal appearance and your warm skin... Everything conspired to lead Wanda's mind into the valley of the temptation and manipulation of a succubus.

"Oh fuck, yes." She moans, her dress sticking to her hot, sweaty body. "Please, I need you, I need your fingers inside me." Her fragile, needy voice is like a sweet melody to your ears.

You withdraw your fingers from her clit, but soon push them into her warm, moist hole. Your index and little finger slide against her swollen folds, while you begin to slowly stretch her with your middle and ring fingers.

The lewd, wet sounds filled the room, drowning out the orchestral music that had long since been forgotten. Wanda's moans escaped her throat like howls, rubbing against her teeth and reaching directly into her ears like music.

Wanda's mind was no longer here, she was so drunk with pleasure that she didn't care about anything anymore. She didn't care if anyone saw, didn't care if her father or her mother saw her being consumed by you. She desperately needed you to make her cum, she needed to release this pressure on her stomach, she needed to break free from the bonds she had always been taught.

She longed for more than being a queen stuck with housework and caring for a handful of children while the prince explored the world outside. She longed to be the protagonist of her own adventures, to explore the horizons beyond the limits imposed by her royal title.

You had a deep conviction that inside Wanda's body dwelled a rebellious princess, just waiting for the right opportunity to reveal herself. A princess determined to rule the kingdom in a unique way, without bowing to the wills of princes or kings. You believed that all the inhabitants of the kingdom would one day bow down before the feet of your true queen, Wanda Maximoff.

And like a good soul devoted to your princess, you knelt before her and gave her what she so desired. With one of Wanda's legs resting on your shoulder, you plunged your fingers even deeper, taking advantage of the perfect angle. Your tongue caressed her clit with skill and speed. An intense moan escaped Wanda's lips, echoing through the palace, as her angelic voice mingled with ecstatic moans.

"Please, more... I'm so close!" pleads Wanda, gripping her hair tightly for support, as her legs are so sensitive that, without your hands holding her thighs, she would have fallen to the ground long ago.

Slowly, raising your face to observe her closely, a sensation overwhelms you. Your chest palpitates uncontrollably at the heavenly vision in front of you.

Her slender, delicate neck, stretched backwards, was bathed in the bright, golden light from the large chandelier in the middle of the hall. Her defined jaw, which displayed an elegant and striking bone structure, and her subtly visible laryngeal prominence trembled slightly with each moan that escaped her lips. Her hardened nipples rubbed against the fabric of her dress, while her breathing was ragged. Her cheeks flushed and the golden makeup smeared, dripped over her reddened skin, the result of the intense heat that took over her face.

A primal feeling comes over you as you notice the pulsing veins on her neck, and the smell of her excitement fills your senses. You brought your face closer, pressing your nose against the warm skin of Wanda's neck, feeling the rapid pulsation of the blood in her veins, you continued to stroke her with your fingers.

"Come to me, princess," you whispered, as you moved closer to her neck, feeling your mouth salivate and your sharp fangs take hold of your canines.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure as your fangs penetrated the delicate flesh of her neck. The sensation was the fuel needed for the orgasm to burn in her stomach and for her to release.

When your fangs penetrated deep into her skin, a stream of blood gushed into her mouth, flooding her with its metallic taste. Your lips closed around her neck, enveloping it with a pleasurable suction, greedily absorbing every drop of the precious noble blood you so craved.

Waves of pleasure coursed through Wanda's body, relieving all the tension built up in her stomach. When you withdrew your fangs from her flesh, Wanda, exhausted and trembling, rested her head on your shoulder, sighing with a satisfied smile.

"That was good, wasn't it?" you asked as you pushed Wanda's shoulders back, trying to look her in the eye. With your tongue, you wiped away the blood that was still present at the corners of your lips.

Wanda's eyes slowly opened, and she smiled as she looked at you. The sound of applause echoed through the palace, filling the room. Wanda's face blushed slightly, as if she remembered the situation they were in, but soon realized that the applause was directed at the orchestra, which had just finished another one of their beautiful songs.

Her eyebrows furrowed in surprise, Wanda's eyes narrowed as she looked around, searching for any sign of recognition. It seemed like no one had noticed what had just happened. Not even the other members of the royalty who were close to her seemed to have noticed. She turned her gaze back to you and found a victorious and proud smile on your face.

"Don't worry, princess, no one noticed you daydreaming," you wink at her, releasing her waist and stepping back, turning to leave. Taking advantage of the wave of applause and the attention focused ahead where the orchestra was, you suggest, "If I were you, I'd go to the bathroom to clean up this mess." Your words are thrown as you turn only your face to her before disappearing into the crowd in the hall.

Wanda shook her head, still processing what had happened. Her eyes widened as she felt a pulsation in her intimacy, and a viscous liquid began to trickle between her legs. As she put her fingers on a painful spot on her neck, she noticed a few wet drops on her skin. Lowering her finger, her gaze fixed on a small droplet of blood dripping from her index finger.

A strong wind blew through the windows, gently swaying the white curtains and caressing Wanda's flushed face. She turned her head and briefly caught sight of a reddish tail swiftly passing through the curtains, fading into the darkness of the cold night. A smile illuminated Wanda's face as she remembered the first time she felt your hair between her fingers, the second moment she saw you crossing the window when you consumed her for the second time, and the third true encounter in the garden. Now, on the fourth occasion, under the bright moonlight, Wanda felt that her heart belonged entirely to you.

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Naughty Bunny

Summary: Your naughty bunny doesn't know how to behave, so you need to teach her a lesson.

Paring: Bunny!Brat!Wanda x Reader

Warnings: (+18) top!reader, botton!wanda, petplay, collar, dirt talk, fingering, oral, anal plug, double penetration, light degradation, somnophilia, dacryphilia, hand groaning restraint (not sure if that has a name lol)

Words: 4k

A/N: Wanda being a cute and needy bunny, but also a spoiled and inconsequential brat.

(English is not my first language, sorry for any translation errors)

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The golden rays of sun, newly born over the horizon, bathed the living room of a house in Southern California. The pleasant breeze of a fresh morning pushed the blue curtains, letting the sunlight warm the body of a girl lying face down on the couch.

Feet, adorned with delicate satin socks that reached up to her thighs, swung up and down. A nightgown, made of the same fabric as the socks, stretched over the lower half of her buttocks, offering a glimpse of delicate transparent pink panties.

Her fingers held and tapped the tip of a pencil against the paper in front of her. On the sheet, there was a sketch in the shape of a girl dressed as a bunny. Full breasts, large rabbit ears atop her long black hair, and a tight outfit clinging to her curvaceous body.

She sighed as she looked at her own drawing. Placing the tip of the pencil between her lips, the gears of her newly awakened mind began to turn, searching for what was wrong with this drawing. Her intuition told her she had forgotten something, but she didn't know what.

She tried her best to swim in the memories of last night, when she watched that anime about this bunny girl for the twentieth time. Everything she remembered was drawn on the paper. Light and deep strokes created the perfect figure of the girl, her attire, ears, her long straight hair, but still, something was missing.

Wanda turned on the couch and lazily tried to reach for the remote control, resting on the table on the opposite side of where she was. Slithering her body across the couch, her nightgown rubbed against the cushion as her body stretched.

Unaware of the cushion right under her legs, she finally reached the remote and sat on the cushion. Before she turned on the TV to finally figure out what was wrong with her drawing, she widened her eyes and blushed.

The edge of the cushion pressed directly against her folds and brushed against her clitoris. A warm sigh escaped her lips, and she tightly held the remote, lowering her body further onto the cushion, sinking and pressing against her folds even more.

Her eyes narrowed and her legs trembled as she began to slowly rub against the cushion. Releasing the remote, her hands tightly gripped the soft fibers beneath her. Her hips moved and ground against the plush friction of the cushion as she let out silent moans.

Her juices dripped onto the cushion, leaving stains, her hands forcefully kneading every soft fiber, begging for it to be more substantial and less soft. She couldn't bring herself enough pleasure to release. Whenever the coils in her stomach gave the slightest indication that something was building up, it all vanished as quickly as it had been created.

Frustrated and unsatisfied with the arousal that built but couldn't sustain, her eyes locked directly onto the semi-open door of your office. Her mind instantly connected to you, the only person who could turn this mess she made between her legs into real pleasure.

This morning, you left her sleeping and went to your office, mentioning an important meeting that would likely take a while. Wanda, not accustomed to being away from you, lasted less than twenty minutes alone on the bed before she went in search of something to do.

She chose drawing, as it was one of her favorite hobbies and it took some time to complete due to her perfectionism. But here she is, rubbing against a cushion, irritated that you would prefer to be in a meeting rather than with her.

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Twirling your fingers around the phone cord, you looked tiredly at the scenery outside the office. Your ears filled with work-related concerns and problems, but your mind began to drift away, like the large clouds in the blue sky, flying towards nothingness.

The coffee worked on your body, caffeine pumping through your veins, preventing you from dozing off in the middle of the meeting. Last night, your girlfriend was too restless to sleep, her restless nature causing her to toss and turn in bed with insomnia.

You obviously couldn't sleep due to her restlessness, so you took her to the living room to watch one of her favorite cartoons, or rather anime. Wanda always corrected you when you made that mistake of calling it a cartoon, even though you did it on purpose to annoy her.

Sometime later, deep into the night, Wanda finally fell asleep on your lap, and you managed to put her to bed. Exhausted, you lay down beside her, instantly drifting off to sleep as your body was embraced by the soft mattress of the double bed.

Just five hours later, and you're in a boring meeting on a Friday morning. You didn't necessarily have to attend, but to convey a sense of responsibility to one of the most important people in the company, and the father of your girlfriend, you really couldn't miss it.

Delicate fingers tapped against the small metal ball of the pink collar around her neck, with ‘bunny’ written on it, catching your attention. Swiveling your chair forward, you quickly smile as you see an irritated Wanda in front of you. Her foot was forcefully tapping against the floor, while her arms were crossed over her chest. Narrowed eyes and furrowed brows gave away her spoiled morning nature.

Wanda clearly carried Erik's genes, manifested in every aspect of her personality. All the authoritative and dominant air that emanated from your boss overflowed in that cute and delicate appearance.

You clapped your hands on your thighs, silently requesting your bunny to sit on your lap. And surprisingly, sometimes she was obedient, so she just approached and settled her perfect bottom on your thighs.

"Stay quiet, we're in a meeting." You whisper against her beautiful and fragrant blonde hair.

She lets out a playful sigh, leaning her shoulder against your ear, feeling the tingle of your voice directly in her ears. But you didn't get a response, hoping she wouldn't ignore your request.

Returning your focus to the voices in the meeting room, and the people from the company, you began jotting down some information on a notepad on the table. One hand held the phone against your ear, while the other took important notes.

Wanda puffed her cheeks cutely as she looked around, her legs shaking and lightly tapping against yours. She unconsciously started tapping her own collar, playing with the pendant and creating an annoying noise. She needed something to do, being close to you was enough to calm her anxious heart, but not her hyperactive mind.

Her eyes landed on the window, where white clouds slowly drifted across the blue sea that was the sky. Sliding her gaze to your fingers, noting down various, possibly important, things, Wanda had an idea.

Leaning over the table, accidentally causing you to scribble on the paper, she reached for the pen holder. Grabbing a bright red pen, she took the first piece of paper in front of her and began to draw.

You widen your eyes as your gaze leaves the scribble in the middle of your notepad and moves to the mischievous girl on your lap. Wanda was sketching a new drawing, right on an important paper that you had to deliver to your boss next week.

"Give it to me." You whisper, covering the phone's microphone with your hands, trying to take the pen from her hands.

Turning her back to you, and using the edge of the table to continue her mess, she let out a playful laugh, leaning away from your hands.

"Wanda, stop." You mutter, placing the phone on the table and activating the speakerphone, while trying to hold onto the wrist of the girl facing away from you. "You're going to regret this."

In an impulsive move, Wanda wriggled free from your hands and got on all fours on the table. Stepping on and crumpling all the important papers with her knees, she sat back on her own heels. Before you could reach her, she pushed one of her feet against your chest, making the wheeled chair slide along with you, moving away.

Her shoulders shrugged up towards her neck, her hand rested on her mouth, holding back laughter, while her legs crossed in defiance against you. She knew how to provoke you, she knew exactly how to get on your nerves. Those green eyes shimmered with amusement, her eyebrows challenging you as she always did.

You stared at her with a serious expression, your eyebrows furrowing in a threat, silently questioning if she was really going to act like a brat now. She obviously responded with the same eyebrow movement and a mischievous smile.

Her playful and provocative demeanor quickly cracked in half, her eyes widened when her father's authoritative voice entered her ears. Obviously, her father would be in the meeting, not just random employees. She made this whole scene, thinking at most it would be your secretary or some intern on the other end of the line, not her own father.

You put your feet on the ground and finally slid the chair back towards the table. Wanda, still a little frightened, swallowed hard. Regret washed over her like an avalanche. Now it was your turn to laugh at how remorseful Wanda looked, with her tail, like a bunny, between her legs.

"I told you that you would regret it." You whisper, standing up from the chair and curling your finger around her collar, pulling her closer with a victorious smile. This little battle was won by you this time.

"Where's the brave and stubborn bunny now?" You whisper, making sure to release a deep and warm breath with each word, ensuring that Wanda feels the warmth of your breath.

Wanda simply swallowed hard, her eyes shimmering with mercy, but her arms crossed, puffing out her chest. That was a clear response to the implicit question between the two of you. The question she knew the answer to but refused to say it to avoid hurting her ego. Sometimes Wanda was a difficult little girl, a spoiled and proud bunny who didn't obey easily. She would rather be punished by you a thousand times than apologize.

You smiled, your lips slowly approaching hers, almost close enough to taste the cherry lip gloss she always wore. The gloss that made her plump lips rosy, the same gloss that was always smudged on your lips. Her eyes rested on your mouth, her head slowly leaned in, but you just let go of her collar and turned your head with a contemptuous laugh.

Wanda's nose buried into your cheek, she took a deep breath, inhaling your Dior perfume into her lungs. Or rather, her favorite perfume, Miss Dior Rose. A disappointed sigh escaped Wanda's lips when she realized that, by you always wearing her favorite perfume on 'special' occasions, you intended to have sex with her after the meeting. But with her bratty and spoiled nature always controlling her, she ruined everything.

"Turn around," you whisper, commanding her.

She promptly obeyed, scraping her knees against the wooden table and getting on all fours on your papers. Only for now would she be obedient. She realized how much she loses when she's a difficult bunny.

You didn't even care anymore if she crumpled or tore all the papers, you just wanted her to learn a lesson for being a spoiled brat. You wanted to take her regardless of where or what was happening.

Curling your fingers over her panties, you slowly descended onto her ass until it was buried between her slightly parted thighs. Her pussy was swollen, her folds extremely soaked, and her juices dripped onto the papers on the table.

Your other hand opened the last drawer of your desk. The same drawer that, when opened, emitted a sweet aroma of lubricant. You noticed how her pussy clenched, she recognized the smell of the drawer, she knew everything that was inside it.

You were quite hardworking and always in the office, dedicated to your work. In the first few weeks, when Wanda wasn't used to it, she always found a way to invade your office, regardless of what you were doing. She would always rub against you and end up fucking you on the table. Exactly one month later, you created this drawer with fun toys for when Wanda, almost always, invaded your office.

You could smell her sweet excitement, you could see how every muscle in that little pink pussy contracted in anticipation and hunger for you. Like a good little bunny, who constantly crossed the line, she stayed still, only feeling your devouring gaze on her exposed entrance.

At least in these moments, she obeyed you, where she was entirely a submissive soul. If she was good enough, you would give her the long-awaited release, but if she wasn't, she would certainly go to sleep with a sore pussy from not being touched.

The voices of those attending the meeting over the phone sounded muffled and distant. Everyone unaware of the hot and exciting situation between you and Wanda. Between you and the boss's perfect little girl.

You placed two fingers on her folds, collecting her slippery juices and sliding them up to her anus. You pushed Wanda's two big ass cheeks and buried your mouth in her pussy. You licked casually, spreading her juices and your saliva all over her intimate area, up to her anus. You made sure to leave everything wet and slippery, making Wanda relaxed and ready for the bunny plug that you were now holding.

Wanda bit her lower lip, inadvertently letting out a deep moan from her mouth. You smiled against her pussy, feeling the strength of not moaning from her, making her legs tremble.

"S/n, are you okay?" You remove your face from her center when you hear your boss's voice echoing in the room. "I hope you're not sleeping in the meeting."

"Oh, don't worry, sir, I'm wide awake." You smile, looking at how Wanda's face turned red and she tightly squeezed her eyes and lips. "I'm just focused on taking notes." You reply, giving a shallow bite to Wanda's ass.

"Alright, make sure everything is properly noted and bring it to me on Monday..." He commands and resumes discussing with the other employees.

Wanda lets out a silent relieved sigh, and you take advantage of her temporary relaxation to start inserting the plug into her ass. Her hands tightly grip the edges of the table, while her breath catches in her lungs. Slowly twisting the plug to bury it deeper, you place your fingers on her clitoris, relieving the inevitable pain.

Wanda leans her torso forward and rests her cheek against the wooden table, lifting her ass towards you. In a swift motion, the plug completely buries itself in the dark valley of her ass. You're quick, before Wanda's shrill moan fills the room, you cover her mouth with your hand.

Her warm and wet breath pounding against the palm of your open hand, preventing any sound from escaping her. Her trembling thighs contract as the plug naturally adjusts in her ass. The sensation of the cold metal plug against the warm walls of her ass elicits a muffled whimper of suppressed pleasure from her.

"Come here, my bunny," you whisper, giving a light slap to her ass, adjusting her panties, and sitting back in your chair. "Be obedient and sit here on my lap quietly until the meeting is over."

Wanda shakes her head, the stars that were spinning in her mind slowly fading away. Still with trembling legs, Wanda tightly grips the table's edge to support herself enough to turn around.

You smile, seeing Wanda's red face, tears pooling along her waterline, and her cheeks as red as her lips. Her intense green eyes, which once exuded stubbornness, now seemed covered with a mixed layer of excitement and intoxication. She slowly creeps over the table, her hands raised in the air as a pout forms on her beautiful lips. Her face is so expressive that she looks like a puppy in the rain begging to be adopted, or rather, a bunny begging for affection.

You hold her arms and pull her onto your lap. A low moan escapes her lips when her ass hits your lap, stirring the metallic plug inside her. Properly adjusting Wanda on your lap, you lightly push your thigh, making her bounce and release another pained moan.

Now with your eyes focused back on the mess, you start organizing the papers on the table. Some crumpled, torn, and wet ones being thrown in the trash. Poor projects that never saw the light of day thanks to your naughty little bunny.

A few minutes later, Wanda is indeed sitting quietly on your lap. While you take more notes and consider potential new projects, Wanda rests her head on your shoulder, immersed in a light nap.

Her beautiful blonde hair cascades down her back, while her rebellious bangs hide half of her face. Her perfectly pink cheeks and lips, along with her chest, rise and fall with deep breaths. She is such a temptation, a small creature with such a strong personality lying on you. A mischievous bunny who is painfully beautiful and extremely vulnerable in your lap. Perhaps now, you should play the role of the fox ready to devour your poor bunny.

With slow movements, your fingers glide along Wanda's soft thigh, gradually moving towards her entrance. Your fingers find the warmth and moisture between her legs. You lazily slide four fingers along her slit, teasing that hot and wet bundle of nerves. A deep sigh escapes her lips and echoes directly in your ears, her sleep slowly taken over by a hungry fox.

"P-please," she murmurs softly and weakly, sleep still leaving her mind drunk and distant.

"You deserve this for being a little shit," you whisper, pinching the inner flesh of her thigh before gently pressing your thumb against her clitoris.

You slide two fingers inside her, abruptly stretching the tight and soaked walls of her pussy. With a slight push on your thigh, you make her lightly bounce on your lap and consequently sink the plug even deeper inside her.

Wanda's deep moan is muffled by your hand covering her mouth. Tears start rolling down her cheeks, and her completely smudged gloss stains the palm of your hand.

"Do you want your father to hear you?" you ask in her ear with a whisper.

Wanda moans against your hand while shaking her head frantically. She turns to look at you, her eyebrows furrowed and a thick layer of tears over her beautiful eyes.

"Imagine if he," you begin to twist your fingers inside her, your thumb still relentlessly tormenting her clitoris, "finds out that his perfect daughter is a desperate whore who can't even wait for a meeting to be over to be fucked."

Wanda grabs your wrist with her trembling hand, her eyes pleading to stop, but her hand tightens around your wrist, begging for more. She's afraid of moaning loudly and getting caught, but at the same time, she desperately needs more. She desperately needs the release she has been seeking and couldn't find with the pillow.

The gears in her mind are spinning frantically, her breath is short and heavy. Small beads of sweat form on her temples due to the intense heat in her face and body. With every deep gasp Wanda releases, she feels it reverberate against your hand and return to her.

She feels all her holes being filled. Her ass with the plug, her pussy with your fingers, and her mouth with your hand. The painful sensation in her ass disappeared long ago, and every ounce of pain has transformed into the deepest and most intense pleasure.

"My bunny knows how to be good, doesn't she? Why does she always have to be a spoiled brat?" You whisper in her ear, rubbing your nose against her hair. "Whenever my bunny is good, he gets what he wants."

Her head shakes awake, a murmur escapes her throat with a silent 'please'. She's making it clear that she's very close to her orgasm, but she won't climax unless you allow it.

"Will you be a good bunny?" You ask, removing your hand from her mouth.

"Y-yes," she responds in a low moan, pressing her lips together, trying her best to keep any noise from escaping her mouth.

"Come for me, my little bunny." You command, curling your fingers and putting your phone on silent mode. "Empty yourself and fill my fingers with your cum."

As if something unlocked inside her stomach, the moment your voice hangs in the air, Wanda lets out a guttural moan that tears from her throat. Her whole body shudders. Her ass buries itself against your lap as you continue to spank her, gradually slowing down the pace, savoring the way her walls throb and pulsate more and more.

A sense of relief spreads through her body, waves of spasms slowly leaving her. You can feel something wetting your pants as her cum slides and drips from her sore pussy to your dress pants. She's exhausted and destroyed from holding back her moans, but now it seems like it was all worth it. Her head rests on your shoulder, her neck stretched as she seems to float in the pleasure and relief coursing through her body.

"You can sleep, my little bunny." You say to her, smiling at the cute and tired form of Wanda on your lap, no longer resembling the naughty girl from earlier. Gradually, Wanda's eyes close, and a happy smile appears on her lips, smeared with a thin layer of shiny gloss.

Perhaps you didn't use the best method to teach her a lesson, but the fact that she had a plug in her ass while trying her best not to moan because her father was on the other end of the line is certainly something she will never forget. From now on, she will think twice before challenging you again.

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The orange afternoon sun rays gently bathed the face of a reclining Wanda on the couch. Her body stretched lazily as her eyes slowly opened. The sunlight, piercing the intense green of her irises, made them even clearer and brighter, like the greenish Pacific Ocean.

Rubbing her face against her palm, she began to wake up. Her eyes finally became aware of reality, and sleep gradually faded from her body. She let out a deep, disappointed sigh as her gaze fixed on the partially open door of your office.

Had she fallen asleep and dreamt it all?

Questioning herself, her eyes turned to the unfinished drawing resting in front of her. Feeling frustration gnawing at her stomach, she huffed with irritation. There was still something missing in that drawing; she still felt like a failure for falling asleep on it and not being able to figure out what was lacking.

She slithered off the couch and sat down to gather her thoughts. Her eyes widened as she felt the cold touch of the still lodged metal in her ass. Stretching her neck backward, she caught a glimpse of the pompom on the plug adorning her rear.

The frustration dissolved, replaced by a playful smile. She lightly swayed her hips, causing the pompom to move, and then, as if a light bulb had turned on in her mind, she finally remembered what was missing in the drawing.

Returning to lie face down on the couch, she quickly grabbed the pencil and, with excitement, sketched a fluffy pompom on the girl bunny's coccyx. The detail of the pompom tail, which had bothered her all morning, was now present, and she finally completed her drawing with pride.

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Scarlet Cherry

Summary: There is much more to this prostitute Wanda than you could ever imagine.

Pairing: Prostitute!Wanda x Reader

Warnings: (+18) age gap (wanda is 19 and reader 29) top!reader, botton!wanda, strap-on (r using), deep throat, fingering, angst

Words: 3,8k

A/N: Inspired by the song Carmen by Lana ♡

(English is not my first language, sorry for any translation errors)

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Flames from a newly kindled fireplace warmed the small room of an elegant hotel in northern New York. The window glass, covered with a wet layer from the incessant rain outside, blurred the lights of a city that never sleeps.

Green eyes attentively observed the rain against the window. Her body lay naked on the large king-size bed in the middle of the room. Her feet swung anxiously up and down, her pale skin and curves bathed in an orange glow emanating from the fireplace on the other side of the room, the sole source of light.

Anxious sighs escaped her perfectly painted lips, adorned with a thin layer of rose-colored lipstick. A snug choker encircled her neck, the only thing adorning her otherwise completely bare skin.

Twisting her body and lying on her back, her extended her head beyond the edge of the bed. An innocent smile played on her lips as her glimpsed the bathroom door upside down. The illuminated room cast the silhouette of an unfamiliar figure adjusting themselves on the other side of the door, someone her would never forget.

Opening the bathroom door, you smiled upon seeing the girl upside down, gazing at you with large doe-like eyes. Her naturally flushed and freckled cheeks stood out on her delicate oval face. Long, dyed auburn hair cascaded against the carpeted floor, while the orange-hued fireplace light perfectly bathed her prominent breasts.

Her large green orbs began to glow, illuminating her face, while a soft smile formed on her lips. You smiled, biting your lower lip, your fingers slowly unbuttoning the first buttons of the dark blouse over your body. You felt desired by that girl, as her shining big green orbs slid over your body with a certain admiration. Her eyes locked on your fingers as you began to unbutton the small dark robe over your body.

As you pushed the robe over your shoulders and let it fall onto your feet, a smile formed on your lips as you noticed the smile on her face when her eyes fixed on your pelvic region. A strap-on was attached to your waist, slightly curved forward, almost reaching her delicate face. Her eyes blinked from the harness to your eyes, her teeth brushing against her lower lip, forming a mischievous smile.

With gentleness, you hold her face softly between your hands, inverting her position upside down and bringing her face up. Her delicate hair slips between your fingers like waterfalls, the gentle scent of strawberry gradually filling the air. You leaned, bent down, and slowly pressed your lips against hers. The taste of cherry gloss quickly flooded your mind, her sweet and soft lips fitting perfectly against yours.

With a sigh, you release her lips, opening your eyes and observing her closely. Her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes moved gently against the rosy and freckled skin beneath them. Her teeth sank into the flesh of her lower lip as her eyes slowly opened, revealing dilated and radiant green orbs.

You leaned back, releasing her head and holding the tip of the strap-on with your hands. Unconsciously biting your lower lip, as if asking something of her. You received a light shake of her head and a gentle smile, as if she were answering your silent question.

You eagerly held her head, adjusting it on the bed, letting her neck stretch slightly outward. Pushing your hips forward, you slide the strap-on lightly against her face, gliding it forward and placing it on her neck.

The bones of her clavicle and the muscles of her neck were slightly reddened and prominent against her delicate and pale skin. Her breasts were perky, spread over her chest with the bones of her ribcage visible.

You smiled as you felt a playful laugh and warm breath leave Wanda's lips, directly hitting your exposed thighs. Slowly, you slid your hands over her breasts, squeezing her sensitive nipples, while Wanda squirmed. You slid your hips back, pulling the dildo away from her neck, but soon positioned the head of the strap-on against her ajar lips.

In a slow motion, you gradually slid the dildo into her mouth. First filling her cheeks, but soon lodging it in her throat. You could see how every muscle in her neck reacted as your shaft stretched the walls of her throat, the bulge gradually burying itself against the delicate skin of her delicious neck. You pushed slowly until it reached the depths of her throat, feeling her hands support against your thighs as small, silent coughs left her throat.

Her skin started turning red, and the veins in her neck began to pulse. You withdrew a little faster from her throat as you felt a slight choke on her heavy breath. Her eyes opened, revealing emeralds glazed with a layer of tears, her dilated iris and sclera with subtle hints of red.

You positioned the strap-on again over her open mouth. Wanda took a deep gasp, filling her lungs with oxygen one last time before you plunged back into her mouth. Your hands held her face delicately, while your hips slowly pushed the dildo back into her throat. This time, when it lodged in her throat, you pulled it out almost completely before pushing it back in.

Your movements, surprisingly, were gentle and precise. Whenever Wanda showed signs of choking, you always withdrew to give her a bit of air. You felt ecstatic fucking her throat in a majestic way, all of Wanda's muffled moans sinking deep into your mind.

Feeling that you had mistreated Wanda's throat enough, you stopped the movements and completely withdrew from her mouth. A long string of saliva, connecting the head of your dildo to Wanda's mouth, broke in the air, wetting her face. She was slightly damp, a mixture of tears and saliva sliding down her cheeks, while her forehead was a bit sweaty.

You placed your hands on her head again, your fingers burying themselves in her soft, voluminous hair as you leaned down once more. Your lips met again, and this time you felt her breath panting and warm against your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, her lips still tasting like cherries, but slightly blurred.

Climbing onto the bed, you traced a delicate path with your fingers over Wanda's body. Sliding gently between the valleys of her breasts, following every curve of her abdomen, up to her uterus. You press your fingers against Wanda's entrance, feeling the moisture and heat emanating from her. With a smooth motion, you push your fingers inside, feeling Wanda's walls pulse around your fingers, twitching with desire.

Your thumb finds Wanda's clitoris, and you caress it with delicate circular movements. She shudders under your touch, the muscles in her legs contracting slightly. Every movement of your fingers is calculated and gentle, gradually increasing the pace and intensity. Wanda's inner walls tighten in response, enveloping your fingers with a sense of urgency and desire. You continue stimulating her clitoris, feeling it swollen and sensitive, responding to your skillful touches.

Feeling Wanda fully lubricated with her own juices, a result of your stimulation, you withdraw your fingers from inside her and place the wet head of the dildo, coated in her saliva, between her folds.

You pull Wanda's waist closer to you, finally placing her head on the bed. She lets out a playful laugh, her knees bending as you position the strap-on between her legs.

Her hands fly to her own face, hiding her red cheeks. You feel infected by Wanda's sweet and playful nature, unable to stop smiling at any moment. With one hand, you hold her waist tightly, and with the other, you guide the dildo into her drenched slit, pushing it into her folds.

A deep sigh escapes her lips, and she bites the palm of her hand, still hiding half of her face. Slowly, you begin to push into her. Her walls stretch around the dildo, her rosy bent knees on either side of her waist, and her juices leaving a wet stain on the satin sheets.

You hold her wrists and place them above her head, wanting to see her beautiful face and her intense eyes looking at you. Her eyes slowly meet yours, the green of her iris so bright that it seemed like transparent and moist glass. Her eyes roll back when she feels the dildo burying completely inside her, filling every empty space within her, almost reaching her uterus.

You pull it out completely and thrust it back in, but this time with more speed, finding a delicious rhythm. You release her hands and place them against her waist, holding her body that slides across the bed with the force of your hips pounding against her. Wanda's hands glide over your back, her nails painted and adorned with small cherry stickers, creating imaginary lines on your back, leaving trails and burning marks.

With each deep thrust, a plaintive moan escaped Wanda's lips. Her legs crossed and pressed against your pelvis, preventing the cock from slipping out, making you push even deeper against her uterus. You could see the prominence of the cock sliding up and down on the thin skin above her uterus. Pressing your thumbs firmly against the edges of her waist, you felt her hands slide from your back to cling to your neck. It was a silent warning that the orgasm was already beginning to take hold of her body.

Bending your body, you brought your mouth close to hers, your lips almost touching, the warm breath she exhaled with each thrust hitting her slightly parted mouth. One of your hands slid from her waist to her leg, pulling it up, finding the perfect angle to bury yourself even deeper inside her. Before your lips touched, you slid up to her ear and whispered:

"Cum for me"

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Emerging from the bathroom, the warm steam from the shower still enveloping your body, you looked hopefully at the bed and, unfortunately, found it empty. You threw yourself headfirst onto the bed, burying your face in the soft mattress and letting your emotions take over your body.

There was something about that girl, something about Wanda that prevented you from treating her as just an ordinary prostitute. Strangely, you were missing her. You shouldn't feel this way. You hired her, she did the job, and she left as expected. It's literally implied, in the unwritten lines of an imaginary contract, that it was a one-night stand. You started repeating to yourself that you hired her solely for sex and nothing more. Maybe if you asserted it strongly enough, your mind would make it real and take Wanda out of your head.

What is your problem? The first prostitute you hire has already turned your mind and your heart into a mess...

Something caught your attention, a strange noise coming from the living room snapped your mind back to reality. Curiously, you got up and followed the sound of laughter and applause coming from the next room. As you entered the room, your eyes instantly lit up, and your heart began to pound in your chest. A wave of relief washed over your entire body, dissipating any previous worries.

Wanda was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa, focused on the television in front of her with a jar of jelly. As she watched the TV, her eyes seemed to sparkle, and amused laughter escaped her lips due to the old sitcom playing on the screen.

Dipping her index finger into the jar of jelly between her legs, she brought it to her mouth, skillfully sucking and licking. Shiny red streaks dripped onto her lower lip, but were quickly caught by her adept tongue.

Without hesitation, you settled down next to Wanda on the floor, mesmerized by her adorable and innocent expression. Your heart melts at this sight. It's as if, in that moment, the prostitute with a corrupted soul dissolves and reveals a simple girl, whose spirit overflows with purity.

Wanda slid her eyes away from the television and looked at you. Her playful toothy smile softened, the corners of her lips curved upwards, making her perfectly sculpted lips even more evident. She inserted her index finger into the jelly, never taking her eyes off you, and brought it to her lips, sucking on them.

You pushed your two fingers into the jar, burying them and completely coating them with the sticky cherry jelly. Bringing them up, you slowly brought them close to Wanda's lips. She smiled, shaking her head and removing her own finger from her mouth.

You extended your two fingers against her slightly parted lips, her tongue timidly pushing against the tips of your fingers as she slowly closed her eyes. You slid your fingers into her mouth, receiving the tender touch of her tongue licking and tracing around your fingers.

She sucked all the jelly into her throat and then delicately licked your fingers with her tongue. You looked at her with shining eyes, her soft and affectionate tongue reflected her delicate and cute appearance. As she sucked on your fingers, you could see her up close without any makeup, with her hair still damp on her back.

Before you entered the shower, she went first, thoroughly cleaning her body and consequently washing off all her makeup. Her wet red hair dripped onto the back of a white dress shirt, which she certainly borrowed from you. She had a natural blush on her prominent cheeks, and her freckles were even more apparent.

Finishing consuming all the jelly, she smiled, opening her eyes and looking directly at you, lightly biting the tip of your fingers before you withdrew them from her mouth. Turning and refocusing on the sitcom, she hugged her own legs to her chest and rested her head on her knees.

"Do you like old sitcoms?" you curiously ask, folding one of your legs, resting your elbow, and supporting the side of your face with your hand.

"Yes," she replied, smiling and shaking her head. "It's so magical and funny. For a moment, all that matters is making jokes and getting applause."

"Have you ever thought about being an actress? You're beautiful and certainly have an attractive charm," you ask sincerely.

"Already have," she bites her lip, looking at you as if contemplating something.

You could feel the gears in her head turning as she pondered something. She had a secret, and she was contemplating whether or not to tell you. Strangely, she felt comfortable in your presence, her intuition telling her that trusting you was the right thing to do.

"Well, my brother thinks I'm an actress," she says, laughing at herself. "In a way, I am an actress. Every night, I pretend to be someone different to please my clients."

Something starts to burn in your stomach when she mentions the word 'clients', a fleeting anger piercing through your chest like a painful bullet.

"He doesn't know you're a prostitute?" you ask.

"No," she responds, shaking her head and biting her lower lip. "He said he wants to see me as a great actress on television and have a star with my name in that place where famous celebrities have." Wanda swallows hard, anguish filling her throat and weighing on her shoulders. "I don't have the courage to tell him the truth, that I do things that are not as glamorous as he thinks to buy his medications."

You nod at her, allowing her to pour out her feelings in the form of words to you. Sometimes people just need to unload the weight inside them and let it out, and you understood that. She didn't need someone to give shallow solutions to her problems, but rather someone to listen to her and understand her.

"I just want him to be happy and healthy," she sighs deeply, hugging her legs tighter to her chest. "Sometimes, I feel like I'm the only one who truly understands him. Everyone treats Pietro like a child just because he has autism. He's 19 years old and so intelligent and mature, even more than many old men out there." She focuses her gaze on the television and with a sad smile, she watches the lead actress interact with her romantic partner. "I wish I could make Pietro proud."

"You do everything you can for him, Wanda," you say, placing one hand on her back and gently rubbing in circular motions, attempting to comfort her. "I'm sure he knows that and is proud of the incredible sister he has."

She smiles, blinking quickly and dispersing any tears that try to form. "I actually enjoy this job, it's fun to go to different places and meet all kinds of people... It's just sometimes I think about how it would be if I were on a stage or in front of cameras." She looks away from the television and down.

"Someday, that will happen, and I bet your brother will be in the front row to see you," you reply, placing your hand on her jaw, gently lifting it up and making her look at you. "You're going to be a great actress, and you'll make him even more proud."

"I never can confide in anyone, you're the first person who allowed me to do that," she whispers, her voice choked up and her eyes filled with emotion. "Thank you."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you as you join Wanda and start watching the sitcom with her. Just a few moments later, both of you are already laughing at the funny moments of the show. It had a slightly old-fashioned humor, but it had a certain charm that made you laugh like you hadn't in a long time. Sometimes, your gaze would slide from the television to the smiling girl beside you, her fingers still immersed in jelly, while playful laughter escapes from her mouth. That bitter and anguishing aura completely dissipated into delightful laughter as she wholeheartedly immersed herself in the program. For a few moments, your favorite sound became the sound of her laughter.

The screen displays the end credits, and a slight disappointment spreads across your face as you realize that the time has come for her to leave. Swiftly, you get up and hurry towards the bedroom, leaving her alone sitting on the floor of the living room. Your gazes meet for a moment, filled with curiosity, before she stands up to turn off the television. She picks up the half-empty jar of jelly from the floor, walking towards the small fridge to put it away. Upon returning to the living room, her eyes fixate on you, who are standing in the center of the room. In your hands, you hold a considerable stack of money, and a hopeful smile lights up your face.

"Hey, you already paid me," Wanda says, smiling as she approaches.

"No, please accept to stay with me for a few more nights," you plead, placing the money on her hands and closing them. "I loved your company and I wanted to have you again."

"Oh, I... I thought it was just for one night," Wanda squints her eyes and looks down at her bare feet, hiding an embarrassed smile. "Sure, I can stay." For a few moments, she seemed like a teenager who had just been asked out on a date, for a brief moment, she was simply a shy, infatuated girl.

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The rain still beat against the hotel windows, the droplets streaming down the glass, reflecting a beautiful piano in the middle of an almost empty hall. Your fingers glided over the piano keys, playing two higher notes and a few heavier ones, bringing balance to the melancholic yet romantic symphony you were creating.

Sitting beside you, Wanda smiled as she watched your skilled fingers delicately touch each white and black key. The symphony gradually unfolding in the empty surroundings brought a sense of fulfillment she had never felt before. It was touching, it was painful, but it was definitely the sound that love should make.

The love she had never felt before was right in front of her, materialized in the form of musical notes, embodied in a person she didn't know, in someone she thought belonged to her for just one night.

Sliding your hands over hers, you placed them on the piano keys. "Let's see if you remember this one," you said, guiding her hand over the piano keys.

The first notes sounded, a mixture of deep and mysterious tones, yet with a lively contrast, bringing to life one of her favorite old sitcoms. Wanda's eyes lit up as she felt the familiarity of the notes pumping nostalgia through her veins.

"Of course, I know it." She smiled widely. You released her hand, and she played the few notes again. "The Addams Family."

You played a few notes and then stopped for Wanda to learn. She quickly and easily picked up the notes, as if she had listened to the opening of The Addams Family thousands of times before. The atmosphere around you dissolved from melancholic and romantic to something more lively and somewhat dark, taking both of you to the depths of the Addams mansion.

You spent the rest of the night, until the morning sun invaded the curtains, playing the piano. You taught Wanda some songs, and being an extremely intelligent girl, she learned them with ease.

You brought her to this special place, the secret empty hotel with a piano. You would spend the early hours playing the piano when insomnia struck, when the worries of the world filled your mind and you desperately needed to escape somewhere. In the few moments you spent with her, you felt like you were playing the piano, you felt like nothing else existed but her and the musical notes of her benevolent heart.

"I need to make a call," you declare, standing up and placing a gentle kiss on Wanda's hair before stepping away. She nods in response, her eyes still fixed on the piano, while her fingers dance across the keys.

You walk towards the windows of the grand hall, observing the persistent raindrops that blur the lights of the towering skyscrapers in front of you, creating a diffuse and shimmering effect. All your feelings slowly begin to trickle out of you like the drops on the glass. You had a thought in mind, you had a plan involving Wanda.

You slide your hand into your pocket and retrieve your cellphone, your agile fingers quickly dialing your friend's number. As you wait for the call to be answered, your gaze fills with admiration as you see Wanda playing the piano. She looked like a star on a stage with a massive audience applauding. She was definitely born to shine like a star, your star.

"Hey, Kevin," your voice echoes with enthusiasm as the cellphone is brought to your ear. "Is that incredible project you mentioned, Wandavision, still in production? I have the perfect person for the lead role."

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Hunger for Sweets

Summary: The search for sweets in the early hours of the morning ends with your stepsister, between your legs taking your virginity.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Innocent!Fem!Reader

Warnings: (+18) top!wanda, botton!reader, candy kiss, feeling of guilt, corruption, degradation, oral, fingering, loss of virginity.

Words: 5k

(English is not my first language, sorry for any translation errors)

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Sighing, you stopped in the middle of the kitchen with your eyes fixed on a large jar of sweets on top of the cupboard. Agatha, your stepmother, was very strict about everything since she arrived, always keeping any candy away from you and your new stepsister.

The lack of sweets bubbling in your veins made a rebellious thought pass through your mind.

'Is it just a little candy? What will it cost?'

You questioned yourself, your reputation as a good girl about to be destroyed by the hunger for sugar. You sighed, shaking your head at your own thoughts, that little voice in the back of your consciousness starting to curse you. You weren't one to break rules, you always stayed in line and did exactly what was asked without questioning. It's been two months since Agatha and her daughter moved into your house, and for exactly two months you've been without sugar clogging your veins.

Agatha wasn't so bad, at least not with you, but with her own daughter, Wanda, it was completely different. She always said that Wanda was a rebellious girl and that she needed to clip her wings, cut her freedom before it's too late.

That jar of sweets shining in the moonlight seemed to be calling you. It seemed to beg for you to eat just one of those colorful treats on the glittering glass jar. You looked around, it was late at night and everyone in the house was sleeping. Earlier that night, when you left your shared room, your stepsister was sleeping and your father and Agatha's room was locked. It was the perfect time for you to make your first mistake.

The voice of your conscience was screaming about how you would become a bad girl. Would everything your father had taught you about good manners be destroyed by your weak mind? Temptation was winning, the temptation to have control over things just once in your life. A wave of courage and adrenaline rushed through your body, and you pushed and shoved against that annoying voice telling you it was wrong.

As you put your knee on the countertop, you felt the cold touch of marble on your feverish skin. Supporting your knee and using your hands to hold onto the edge of the cabinet attached to the wall, you had the necessary support to stretch and finally reach the big glass jar.

Your eyes shone as you brought the jar down close to your face, all the cute and colorful treats making you salivate. Sitting on the kitchen counter, amazed at how easily you had managed to grab the jar, you began to turn the lid slowly to open it without making any noise.

You moaned deeply as the smell of crystallized sugar began to intoxicate your mind, bringing back memories of the last time you tasted it on your tongue. The memory was enough for you to abandon the good girl act.

Two of your fingers entered the jar, grabbing a colorful marshmallow like a claw that snatches stuffed animals at the mall. Squeezing between your fingers, you felt its softness and the tiny reliefs of sugar, along with the strong and intoxicating smell that made your mouth salivate even more.

Placing the candy on your mouth, it slid over your wet tongue and another deep moan escaped your lips. Closing your eyes, you slowly bit into it, and soon a sticky sensation stuck against your teeth, but a wonderful feeling began to pump through your veins. The sweet taste that you had forgotten began to completely impregnate your mouth and mind. Your feet unconsciously began to beat against the cabinet in the same rhythm as your sugary heart.

A low murmur startled you out of your small trance state, your eyes opening in desperation, and your heart began to beat frantically. A female figure emerged from the shadows of the dimly lit kitchen entrance, bursting into the moonlight and approaching where you were.

For a fraction of a second, all thoughts of being a bad girl dissolved from your mind. What would Agatha do to you if she saw you stealing candy in the middle of the night and still being awake at the late hour of the night? Fear settled in your stomach, the coils of your mind starting to spin frantically along with infinite possibilities of what Agatha would do to you.

When the figure of a smiling Wanda approached and was focused by your mind, you breathed a sigh of relief. There was still shame for being caught stealing candy, but the fear that it would be Agatha made you relax to the bones.

"The perfect little girl stealing candy?" The brunette said, shaking her head as she approached and crossed her arms over her chest.

Rebellious hair, dark with forest green tips, hung like curtains over her back. Her eyes, in a rare appearance without heavy makeup, were the same color as the colorful tips of her hair. The worn but stylish Deftones t-shirt was the only thing covering her body from explicit nudity, and her bare feet on the cold kitchen floor, just like yours.

Wanda definitely had a rebellious style, but extremely attractive to your eyes. You thought it was a brotherly attraction, since you were an only child before her. Not that you thought you would feel remorse for her, due to the 'privilege' of being an only child being cut. Not at all, it was quite the opposite, you lived in loneliness, not even knowing how to deal with your own doorbell. And now, this loneliness had been filled by your new stepsister. A very false reason to mask the real reason for your strange attraction to her.

Still with the marshmallow in your mouth preventing you from speaking, you put the candy jar on the counter next to you and move to explain yourself better to Wanda. But you are prevented by a quick movement and two pairs of hands resting on your thighs.

"Share with me and I won't tell Mama or Papa." Wanda says, unfortunately withdrawing her hands from your skin and crossing her arms over her chest.

The well-known authoritative air resting on the small bubble between the two of you. Even with little contact with Wanda, you could certainly identify Agatha's genes working in her nervous system.

You nod your head, chewing and swallowing the candy quickly. You put your hand back in the candy jar and pulled out another colorful marshmallow. Reaching out for Wanda to take, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, silently asking you to put the lump of sugar in her mouth.

You stared for a moment at Wanda's open mouth, her prominent canine teeth and a layer of saliva shining on her tongue. For a brief moment you caught yourself wondering what her saliva tasted like, what it would be like to feel her tongue on yours... You shook your head, dispersing the thoughts before doing something reckless.

Slowly placing the candy on her tongue as carefully as possible, she closed her lips almost nibbling on your fingers together. Wanda began to chew with satisfied murmurs, while her hands released her chest and supported one hand on each side of your body on the counter.

You looked at her smiling, her lips were glossy from the candy as her head shook from side to side like a happy child. Wanda had a threatening tone about her figure, but the way she seemed soft and cute made your heart warm.

"This is as good as I remembered." Wanda says, taking a leap and sitting on top of the cabinet next to you, only the candy jar separating their bodies.

You smiled nodding your head, sliding your hand back into the jar and grabbing a jellybean this time. The taste was a little sweeter, and when you bit into the small acidity that ran down your tongue, it made you let out another deep moan of satisfaction.

Wanda watched you with dilated eyes and heavy breathing. She always looked at you with different eyes, she knew the limitations of being her stepsister, but she couldn't control the sinful thoughts that always came to her mind when she looked at you. You didn't even talk to each other properly, but she began to cultivate feelings for you, feelings that tormented her confused and hot mind. Not that Wanda hadn't liked girls before, but now it was different. The fact that it was 'forbidden' definitely made her anxious for the adrenaline that could cause.

Wanda started having erotic dreams that tormented her when she started sleeping in the same room as you. She always woke up with a racing heart and a hot body in the middle of the night, scared looking around afraid that you were no longer there. When she saw you sneak out tonight, she knew you were going to do something. So, she waited a few safe minutes and followed you curiously to find out where you were going. When she arrived in the shadows in the kitchen, she felt relieved to see you sneaking over the counter to get the jar of candy that Agatha had hidden.

She thought you were going to meet a potential boyfriend. You were beautiful and very kind, for sure you would have many suitors at your feet. The simple thought of someone touching you, and the few seconds it took her to follow you, brought an irritation and a feeling of jealousy burning in her stomach.

But when she saw the cute and innocent little girl just picking up a jar of candy, her body relaxed and a hot wave came over her. Dressed in the flowered nightgown that Agatha had given her, a bit of your back and your baby blue panties were showing, while you were busy trying to reach the jar.

Her daydreams slowly began to disappear, and impure thoughts began to invade her mind as she fixed her gaze on your mouth. You slid your tongue over your sugar-lustful lips, cleaning it.

Wanda took a gummy worm and stuck a small piece against her lips, clapped her hands on your thigh, calling your attention. You turned around and slightly widened your eyes, remembering the movie you watched earlier.

Thanks to Agatha, Lady and the Tramp were always on the living room television. It was a gift from your stepmother to you, showing that even though you came to live here because of your father with her daughter, she would treat you like her own daughter.

You remembered the blessed scene of spaghetti and smiled. Wanda certainly knew that you loved that movie and made this small romantic scene with second intentions that you were too innocent to realize.

Putting your hands on the counter and leaning your face towards her, your lips captured the other half of the gummy worm. The short distance between your lips decreased gradually as both of you chewed and sucked. You felt her hot breath against your nose, her green eyes numb with lust, as the last distance between your lips closed.

Feeling consumed by the sugar, you bit into the candy, breaking it and making it fall onto your mouth. The acidity playing on your tongue and the acidity of Wanda's disappointed murmur reverberated through the air. You didn't have time to process, when you were going to tilt your head back, she was already pushing her lips against yours.

You sighed deeply with the unexpected action, but soon you closed your eyes feeling Wanda's acidic smell in your nose, but her sweet mouth leaving the perfect bittersweet taste registered in your mind.

Her tongue swept the sugar from your lips, asking for passage inside, parting the lips to give way, you felt the warm breath of her breath in your mouth. One of her hands rested on your jaw, delicately stretching your face further to her. You sighed against the kiss, her fleeting and hungry tongue sliding all over you.

Sneaking her skillful tongue, she found the candy, long forgotten, lodged on your left cheek. Separating your faces with the lack of oxygen burning your lungs, she began to chew and feel the taste of gum filled with your saliva in every bone, while you only turned forward. She needed to better record your taste, she needed to keep the taste of your beautiful and fragrant lips and your sweet tongue deep in her memory forever.

Staring fixedly at the kitchen wall with wide eyes, cheeks burning and hand over your mouth. Your fingers touching the lips that were previously glued to Wanda's, the same lips that are now red and swollen. You were shocked at what had just happened.

"Are you okay?" She asks, looking at you with a smile, her hand resting on your forearm.

You swallowed hard at how attractive her voice was, how her touch completely affected your body. Your mind was so confused, but your heart was beating like never before.

"I don't know," you sigh, shaking your head while tears of frustration begin to fill your eyes.

Wanda's other hand went up to your face, resting on your cheek, sliding her thumb over your red skin. It was almost a request for you to look her in the eyes, you wanted to look into those beautiful and addictive eyes, but you hesitated, knowing that if you looked at her, you didn't know what might happen. Would you cry? Would you shout at her? Or would you kiss her again?

You gave in and turned your face to her, those dark green eyes with a loving smile on her lips. You felt tears streaming down your face, you didn't even know why. Were they tears of sadness, guilt or desire?

Her thumb slid over your tears, wiping them away gently, her other hand sliding over your neck until it reached the back of your head. Tangled her fingers in your hair, she began to make small, affectionate strokes.

"Don't think too much," she whispered to you with a sweet voice. "Let me make the difficult choices, let me think for you and take care of you as you deserve, beautiful girl."

Ready to be taken by Wanda, you smiled, biting your lip, shaking your head still with wet eyes and cheeks. You wanted to stop thinking about the consequences and just jump off a cliff in the faith that Wanda would catch you or jump with you.

She got off the counter and positioned herself between your legs, her hands following to your thighs, squeezing them gently. She smiled, stretching her neck up, her eyes asking you to lean down and press your lips against hers, giving the answer she wanted so much, and the answer you already knew.

Your mind was empty for anything other than Wanda, for anything other than having her with you for this moment and letting her take care of you. You lowered your face and kissed Wanda, a deeper and more loving kiss than the last, a kiss that you had total control and responsibility. Their lips fit perfectly, first you sucked her lower lip delicately. Then, tilting your head to opposite sides, you both pushed your tongues at the same time. Like a wet and warm dance, their tongues rubbed against each other, your hand resting on her shoulders and her hands on your waist.

Feeling the heat consuming your body and the grip she unleashed on your waist, you moaned against her mouth. She separated the kiss, pulling your lower lip between her teeth, and began to kiss your neck. Using your nails, you left a loving trail on her neck until you stopped at her beautiful dark hair. You gripped your fingers against her soft hair, and began to stroke it as she did with you before.

She sneaked her hands down your dress, you gasped and widened your eyes when you felt her fingers curl against the side of your underwear.

"Wanda..." You murmured, heat crossing your legs with her fingers pulling the elastic of your underwear.

"Hmm?" She murmured still against your neck, her tongue licking your pulse.

"I... I don't..." You whispered, closing your legs around her body with an unconscious fear of her leaving. "Never..." The shame and redness of your face making you stutter.

"Never?" she asks, leaving your neck and tracing a trail of wet and sweet kisses along your jawline until she sprinkles cute kisses on your lips.

"Never made love."

She abruptly stops the kisses, her hand remaining still on your panties and her face tilting back to look into your eyes. You swallowed hard, afraid of what she might do. Maybe she no longer likes you, maybe she wants someone much more experienced, maybe she wants to tell Agatha the horrible thing you did, maybe...

A line slowly forms on her lips, opening up to a toothy smile, her eyes reflecting a different shine on her dilated green orbs, her cheeks protruding from the smile making her oval face even more perfect.

"Do you want me to make love to you?" she asks, smiling.

You look at her with lustful eyes and an unfamiliar discomfort in the midst of your legs. Your body was hot, your breathing faltering, and your entrance beginning to ache. You had never felt this way before, you had never felt so hot for someone.

"Please," you murmured softly.

One of her hands grips your waist tightly, bringing you to the edge of the counter, while her other hand slowly began to slide your panties down your legs. She bent down and stretched your leg forward, sprinkling kisses on the skin of your heel. The panties slid over your foot and were carelessly thrown up, while her lips began to give small bites on your thighs.

She positioned herself between your legs, her hands sliding against your knees, pushing in the opposite direction for direct access to your pulsing core.

"You're a mess, sweetheart," she murmured happily, seeing your entrance completely soaked.

"Is that good?" you ask, releasing a hot and embarrassed sigh.

"That's more than good," Wanda crooned, running her fingers along your thighs, moving up until they reached your sensitive spot. "You're perfect."

Your stepsister between your legs wasn't exactly the scenario you imagined for tonight or any other occasion. So, you were certainly embarrassed by all of this, you had never shown your pussy to anyone before, and now your stepsister was the first person to see it.

Wanda's fingers slowly rubbed against your soft and wet edges, one of her hands reaching into your camisole, groping your breast. Her thumb and index finger taking your hardened nipple between her fingers, with painful but gentle squeezes, eliciting deep moans from you.

She smiled at how sensitive and wet you were, your legs trembling in anxiety and anticipation to stop being pure. Your stepsister would take your virginity, she would make you a woman, yet to her, you would never cease to be a good girl, a fragile, corruptible, and breakable girl. Her fingers pulling Wanda's red hair hard, pulling her out of the perverse thoughts she started to have about you.

She lightly rubbed your hot slit up and down a few times with four fingers, feeling your legs tremble with the slightest contact. Pushing your legs even more, opening your slit, you felt a cold wind from the open window directly affecting your sensitive core. You tried to close your legs, but Wanda held your knees apart with force.

Stretching her thumb up to your clitoris, she pushed it up and down nonchalantly, without any kind of rhythm. You swallowed hard, your sensitivity acting directly on your toes, while all the blood started to pump rapidly through your veins. A wave of heat embracing your body as the wind from the window broke the warm aura, but not your fervent excitement.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" Wanda asks, leaving a kiss on your lips.

"I... I think so." You swallow your anxiety, your knees trembling and your chest pounding.

"I think that is not an answer." She slowly responds, starting to move her thumb away from your clitoris, taking with it the pleasant sensation that was building up inside your stomach.

"Oh my god. Yes, yes! I'm sure." You reply with a heavy sigh, feeling desperate for her to continue making you feel good. "Please Wanda, I... I need you."

"Oh sweet." She murmurs with a coy voice and a face of fake sadness. "Do you need me to eat you?"

"I do." You quickly respond, receiving the stimulation again.

Her thumb still tirelessly torturing your clitoris, controlling your excitement in the palm of her hand. She slowly began to trap you in her arms, in her love. She would never let you escape from the love she was more than willing to give you. Now she would consummate the desire that had been slowly growing for two months. Now that little seed that was planted in her chest when she met you would bloom like a beautiful rose. A rose with thorns that would surely hurt you, but what is the beauty of love without a little pain, right?

Wanda leaned her face towards your thighs, a path of loving kisses being arranged on your thighs until they reached your bundle of nerves. Her mouth began to salivate and her chest palpitated, she would finally harvest the rose she had planted, finally the rose would be hers.

Without thinking twice, she pushed her face against your legs, you moaned holding her hair and biting your lower lip, swallowing the loud moan that would sound throughout the house like a beautiful high-pitched music.

Wanda shoved her nose against your folds, deeply inhaling the scent of purity and innocence. Pushing her tongue up and down your slit, she began to lick you and all parts of your sensitive core.

You dug your nails into her nape needing to grip something, or else you would give in to the loud moans, and everyone in that house would discover that Wanda was eating you on top of the kitchen counter.

Her tongue was so soft and warm that you felt your entire body relax. Her rhythmic tongue deliciously licked all the juices that dripped from your hole. The gears in your blank mind working, a strange pressure began to push against your uterus, you felt as if something was growing there. Wanda felt the contractions of your tight hole every time her tongue roamed there. Her finger abandoned your clit, but soon her mouth took its place.

"Oh shit." You whispered, feeling Wanda's tongue circle your button, one of her hands squeezing your thighs and the other descending over your folds.

Wanda sucking your clit was too much for you, you couldn't handle it, a low but thin moan escaped your lips. Your body slowly combusting, the more warm saliva left Wanda's mouth and slid down to your sensitive core.

"Sweet." She whispered against your clit. "You need to stay quiet." She slowly puts her index finger on the edge of your hole, playing with the heat and contractions.

"Okay..." You reply with drops of sweat forming on your forehead. "I can try, but I need you." You swallow hard, feeling your whole body tremble with sensitivity. Wanda's face leaves your entrance and rises to look at your face. She needed to see you, she needed to remember you begging for her.

"I need you inside of me." You have never had anything inside of you before, not even your own fingers, and now an unconscious desire was pulsing in your chest.

"Do you need me to stretch you?" Wanda asks with a harsh voice, her eyes dark and her index finger slowly entering your hole.

You close your eyes, biting your lower lip, unconsciously spreading your legs even wider, tilting your head back and feeling the strong wind from the window hitting your body. Sliding her finger all the way in, and reaching the edge again, she sighed, feeling her finger completely soaked. "Do you think you can take more, sweetheart?"

"Yes, yes," you sigh, feeling the delicious sensation of Wanda's finger sliding in. Even though it was just one finger, this new sensation was pounding your heart strongly. Your body began to boil just with the thought of Wanda putting another finger and sliding even harder inside of you, and that's what she did.

A moan escaped your throat, your teeth pressing against the flesh of your lower lip. Two fingers slowly beginning to bury themselves in you, your walls stretching and your sensitive clit receiving a constant rhythm from Wanda's thumb.

"Is it hurting, my baby?" Wanda asks, looking at your face. Your furrowed eyebrows bringing features of pain, but your legs press her against your body, begging for more of her.

"I don't know..." Your voice trembling. "I think so, but it feels so good... I've never felt this before." You murmur turning your head to look at her. Her lips smiling and her dark eyes looking directly into yours, consumed by the mess you already were.

Your eyes widened when Wanda started to create a rhythm inside of you, twisting her fingers and pushing them as deep as she could. "Fuck." You moan, closing your eyes tightly, your hands gripping Wanda's shoulders tightly, digging your nails into her thin shirt.

"Don't moan too loudly, sweetheart, what if mom finds out about this dirty thing here?" Wanda whispers intentionally putting things in your head, intentionally making your body tense and conscience heavy. "She'll probably be very angry with you."

"Yeah... fuck." You choke on your own moan, trying your best to stay quiet, but Wanda's speed wasn't helping.

"I think it's better to stop, I don't want Agatha to punish you." Wanda responds with a dark gleam in her face, her fingers breaking the consistent rhythm.

"Please, please." You choke on your own excitement, cheeks burning like your entire body. "I need more." You beg without even knowing what you were asking for, but the lack of the pleasurable sensation leaves your mind in a whirlwind. "You can't stop now, Wanda."

"Ah baby, you need to keep quiet so they don't find out." Wanda whispers, approaching your face, her lips close enough for you to feel her warm breath. You abruptly push your lips against Wanda's, her fingers starting to push inside of you again, and this time she swallows all of your moans.

The lascivious noises began to sound throughout the kitchen, the open window bringing raindrops that hit against your arms. The cold and rough wind hit against your hot face, your hair flying back with the force of the wind and the storm that was forming outside.

"Cum for me, Sweetheart." Wanda murmurs against your mouth. "Tell everyone who you belong to."

Three more rough and deep thrusts and you feel the pressure in your stomach pulsate, your legs crossed around her waist, keeping her still inside of you. Your mind begins to spin and your breath catches in your lungs, you hold onto her shoulders tightly and let yourself be overwhelmed by an intense orgasm.

The sound of the rain that formed outside the window, and the sound of the drops hitting the gutter, were enough to leave their parents deaf to your moans and Wanda's name reverberating like a deep echo in the kitchen.

Your whole body pulsated, but your muscles relaxed instantly, your body went limp and Wanda held you, mirroring the smile that was plastered on your lips. She slowly lowered her face down your legs and cleaned you with her own tongue. The overstimulation brought painful moans from you, but Wanda was cleaning you with so much care and tenderness that you only allowed yourself to feel her tongue taking care of you one last time.

"Ready, Sweetheart." Wanda smiles at you. Your eyes were tired, but still shining as you looked at her. "How are you feeling?"

"Amazingly good... and tired." You laugh, shaking your head, the nerves in your legs still contracting.

Wanda leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips and climbed onto the counter to put the jar of candy back in its original place, not wanting to get in trouble if Agatha found out.

"Let's go." She says, turning her back to you, patting her own shoulders. You smile, shaking your head and jumping onto her back. Your legs closing around her waist and your arms around her shoulders like a lazy sloth.

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Agatha woke up in the middle of the night to a disturbing noise. Putting on fuzzy slippers and a nightgown, she slowly descended the stairs of the house. When Agatha set foot in the living room, her eyes fixed on a rather shocking scene.

You and Wanda were lying together on the couch with the TV on. You were lying with your head in Wanda's lap, while she was sitting on the couch with her hands buried in your hair. In the background, the upbeat music from the romantic dinner scene from Lady and the Tramp sounded throughout the room, bringing a cute and sweet aura to the scene on the couch.

Agatha never thought she would see her rebellious daughter getting along with you, a girl with a completely different personality from Wanda. But there you both were, sleeping while the movie Agatha had given you played on the TV. She assumed, from the intense rain outside, that you might be afraid of thunder and Wanda comforted you with the movie. Agatha smiled, letting it pass this time, but she would definitely talk to you both about watching movies when you should be sleeping.

Climbing the stairs, Agatha returned to the bedroom shared with your father. If fate wasn't on your side and Agatha had gone to the kitchen, she would certainly have noticed your baby blue panties soaked and thrown on top of the refrigerator.

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The Sinner Will Be Punished

Summary: You have sinned and Mommy Wanda is the only person who can help you get back to heaven, but first she will make you rectify yourself from your sins in the purest hell.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: (+18) top!wanda, botton!reader, mommy kink, slow burn, dirty talk, degradation, spanking with hands and belt, handcuffs, vibrator, fingering, oral, sexual torture (light), deny orgasm, over stimulation, dacryphilia, manipulation.

Words: 8,3k

A/N: This is the first time I've posted something I've written so…. Hi (ノ^-^)ノ

Wanda being the harsh and demanding, extremely religious and certainly very sexy mommy who just wants her little angel to be good and go to heaven…right? The ending is interesting hehe.

(Yeahh english is not my first language, sorry for any translation errors)

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The church bell rang for the second time that night, its thunderous sound confirming that you were running late. Your mind begged you to turn around and leave, but your devotion and respect for her made you walk towards the open door of the church.

You sighed as you entered, faithful devotees kneeling in prayer while the priest uttered words of praise. Fear settled in your stomach as you saw her standing next to the priest. Short blonde hair perfectly groomed and hydrated, nails painted on her long fingers, and a small gold ring on her ring finger, the same ring that left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You looked down, trying not to be recognized, as you slowly approached your parents in the last row. Shame and guilt slowly flooded your thoughts, and a cloudy cloud of regret settled in your mind. Placing your hand on the rustic wooden kneeler in front of you, you grabbed the pamphlet filled with prayers, trying to focus on anything other than her.

Inevitably, she noticed you, even with your head down trying to hide in the pamphlet. She could smell your purity and innocence from afar, the same purity and innocence she was slowly corrupting. Wanda knew you well and knew something was wrong. You were always the first to arrive to help with the preparations for mass, always so willing to help and stay close to her, but now it seemed like you wanted to avoid her.

Soon it was her turn to recite the given biblical passage. Positioning herself on the small podium where the priest had been, she began her verse. She felt a thread of anger when she started reading and your eyes were not on her, not giving her attention and devotion.

You listened to her sweet voice from afar, shivers running up your spine as you held onto the pamphlet tightly. Your breath was shallow, and your heart was beating as fast as your thoughts. Your insolence and innocence made you sin.

When, surrendered to desire and magnetism, you looked up, her piercing green eyes were already looking at you. Her mouth uttered blessed words, but her eyes were cloudy and dark. She noticed your change, she always did. Frowning, feeling your eyes fill up, you looked down, and tears of fear, lust, and anticipation gathered on your waterline.

A few minutes later, Wanda accelerated the reading and stood next to the priest again, her hands holding the small sheet with God's message over her chest, but her eyes seemed to burn you like hell. The only thread of anger that still plagued her had broken when she realized how guilty you looked about something.

Your small and fragile figure with burning cheeks looking down, to her, the true embodiment of submission, brought a warm wave to her body. She let her imagination expand, impure thoughts completely invading her excited and, whether she wanted it or not, blessed mind.

You felt her gaze on you, concentrating as much as possible to stay minimally focused on anything away from Wanda. Your feet unconsciously began to sway up and down, and your hands started to sweat.

Wanda left her spot next to the priest and headed to sit in the front row with her husband and children, but a thought crossed her mind and prevented her from sitting, at least not in the front row.

Familiar heels hit the polished wooden floor of the church, and you smelled her perfume slowly invading the air around you. You swallowed hard and looked at the feminine figure leaning to sit next to you.

A gentle smile on her painted lips and a sweet nod of her head made you slink over the bench and slide closer to your mother, so the blonde could sit next to you. Smooth legs crossing and her hands on her lap, fully attentive to the next faithful person reading a verse from the Bible. The blonde's hand rested on your thigh in an apparently innocent movement to the eyes of others, but that warm hand on your skin brought a wave of heat over your body.

You sighed as her thumb slid slow circles on your thigh, gradually deepening and tightening your skin. Your mind was in turmoil, and those movements were exactly the movements you made when you masturbated. You looked at her with trembling breath, your innocent eyes begging for something you didn't even know you wanted. She looked at you out of the corner of her eye, a mischievous smile landing on her slightly arched lips in your direction.

Squirming on the seat, you crossed your legs in a failed attempt to remove her hand without showing the others around you. But that was a mistake, it only made her hand stay between your legs, almost close enough to feel the heat and the mess you already were.

The last faithful person finished reading and sat down, the priest positioned himself in the center of the stage and started the usual end-of-mass monologue. Wanda's eyes left the stage and slowly turned to you. She first fixed her gaze behind you, where your parents were, and fortunately finding both of them with their eyes closed praying on their knees.

Wanda smiled and turned her gaze to you, her devouring eyes along with her fingers digging like claws into the exposed and sensitive flesh of the inside of your thigh. You swallowed hard, sustaining her gaze and feeling the burning of your thigh. The more she slid her nails strongly over your skin, the more your heart palpitated.

"Are you okay, darling?" Wanda asked, her whispered voice in higher tones than usual. You knew that this question had another meaning. Of course, she noticed your unease, she knew you like the back of her hand.

You lightly bit your lower lip, searching for words to answer her question, simple, but you know she didn't just want a 'yes' or 'no'. Before you could open your mouth, the voice of the priest ending the mass saved you. You still felt a certain fear and didn't feel ready to confess your sin to her. Perhaps if you told her now, she would take you here, in the middle of all these people. You knew her well enough to know that Wanda was unpredictable.

Your parents quickly stood up, accompanied by murmurs and several people turning around to talk among themselves. Wanda's hand quickly disappeared from your thigh. You looked at each other, but your mother's hand held your hand, calling attention to speak with her.

Wanda was about to join the conversation, but a small child's hand hit hers, along with a high-pitched, childish voice. She looked down, picking up big bright blue eyes.

"Mama," Tommy called, pulling her hand and asking for a lap. Wanda smiled, picking up the little child with big dark hair.

Saying goodbye with a nod in the direction of your parents, and receiving a gentle wave from your mother, Wanda left the seat next to you and headed for the aisle. Her husband with their other son in his arms was talking with other parishioners, while little Billy happily waved to Wanda.

You let out a sigh of relief, your body slowly normalizing as Wanda walked away to her family. You felt a slightly bitter taste in the pit of your stomach as Wanda approached her husband and gave him a kiss on his lips.

Saying goodbye to your parents, you headed for the exit, taking advantage of the fact that Wanda was busy with her children and husband, you breathed in the cold night air, your body no longer on fire but now relaxed. You intended to confess your sins to Wanda, but the lack of courage filled your chest and your mind was already clouded.

Inside the church, Wanda was drinking a citrus juice while attentively watching everyone around her trying to find you, but she only found your parents. When she looked at your mother, a mischievous idea crossed her mind.

"Dear Y/L/N," Wanda called, approaching your mother.

"Yes, Wanda?" Your mother responded kindly, turning away from one of her friends to face Wanda.

"Do you still have your aloe vera plantation?" Wanda asked with the most innocent and manipulative voice. She was sure your mother had, there was nothing in this town that Wanda Maximoff did not know.

"Yes, I still have," Your mother replied sympathetically. "Do you want some leaves, dear?"

"Oh yes, please," Wanda smiled, placing her hand on your mother's shoulder. "Tommy is a true hurricane, always getting hurt out there, and my aloe vera stock has run out."

"Of course, of course, I understand," Your mother laughed. "Can I ask Y/N to bring it to you?"

And that's how you ended up in front of Wanda's house at night with a bunch of aloe vera in your hands. This little order only made you feel even more anxious. She would definitely use the aloe vera on you and the possible marks that would appear on your body after the visit, after your confession.

Her husband answered, putting on his hat as if he were about to leave. He let you in with a smile, since you were already known and trusted in the town, telling you that Wanda was in the bedroom and you could go there to deliver the package. You smiled in gratitude and the blond man went out the door.

You sighed, feeling the sweet and cozy scent of Wanda's house, surely the house of someone like Wanda. Light colors on the walls, objects in the house completely symmetrical and meticulously placed on the shelves. There was nothing out of place, certainly everyone was surprised when they found out that this house had two seven-year-old twin children.

Going up the stairs to the second floor, you looked over the open door at the end of the hallway. The children's room was empty and the only closed door was supposed to be Wanda's room. You walked up to the closed door, feeling the scent of vanilla in the air, that smell that did things to your body that you couldn't even control. Knocking on the door, you received a sweet murmur from Wanda behind the door to come in.

Turning the knob and opening the door, you immediately smelled the scent of vanilla and mint in the air, a strong and unmistakable scent of Wanda's two favorite perfumes.

"Thank you for bringing it," Wanda said, getting off the bed and coming towards you. You instantly took a few steps towards her, as if there was some magnetism pulling you.

Dressed in a black satin nightgown, with a transparent baby pink robe in her arms, she seemed to glide beautifully in the same heels on her feet, as if she wanted to remind you of earlier in the church.

"The boys are having a pajama party with some friends and Jarvis is going to spend the night in the office." The blonde's sweet voice only confirmed what you had seen earlier.

You sighed as she ran her hand over yours, taking the handful of aloe vera and placing it on the small bedside table.

"I feel like I'm going to need this today." She said with feigned innocence, returning to stand in front of you. "Am I going to need to use this today, Y/N?" She asks, crossing her arms over her chest with raised eyebrows in a threatening tone.

You feel a wave of guilt weigh on your chest, sighing and looking down you burst into regret as you whisper. "Wanda, I sinned." Wanda's eyes became cloudy and dark, her mouth slowly forming a mischievous smile.

"What did you do?" She asks, taking a step forward, you feel the heat of her body approaching even closer.

"I..." You swallow, feeling her delicate hands pulling your chin up, for you to look at her. "I smoked and drank with Natasha today." You say, feeling a weight on your shoulders dissipating from your body, but the anxiety and fear of Wanda's reaction are still hovering in your mind.

"You drank?" Wanda slowly asks, walking around you. "Smoked." Her voice sounded deeper behind your head. "And still went out with Natasha?" Her voice slid over your left ear, bringing a shiver down your back.

"She kissed me." You say, staring at your shoes with guilt.

You feel Wanda's hands on each side of your shoulders. She pushes your dress down, leaving your chest bare so she can dig her nails into the thin skin of your shoulders.

"What did I tell you about being a slut?" Jealousy evident in her voice, the tone becoming deeper. "You smoked, drank, and kissed a girl." Wanda whispers in your ear, disappointment rolling in her voice. "Oh dear, I'm sorry, but you'll go to hell if you don't let me make you pure again."

"No, I don't want to go." You say, shaking your head and looking ahead, staring fixedly at the crucifix above the bed attached to the wall. "I came to confess and accept your punishment."

"Okay." Wanda says pushing your shoulders down, making you squat on the floor, and sitting on your own heels.

You lowered your head, only seeing her heels moving towards you until they were in front of you. You sighed when you saw the beginning of her toned and smooth legs.

"You will repent of your sins today." Her Sokovian accent reverberating around like a chant. "Do you accept my punishment?" She recites like an authoritative figure, a blessed figure, the only person capable of cleansing you of sin.

"I accept." You say, placing your open hands on your thighs, ready for any punishment Wanda may give you.

Wanda squats in front of you, her hand sliding over the side of your jaw, her index and middle finger pushing your face up to look into your eyes, while her ring finger and pinkie sink like claws into your neck.

"Even the most sinful have their limits, what is the safeword for when you reach yours?" Her question with dark eyes and a mischievous smile between her perfect painted lips.

"Scarlet." You sigh, feeling a warm wave over your body.

When the answer leaves your lips, she smiles giving your head a small pat before getting up. "Good girl."

Your thighs tightening around the wet and sensitive core between your legs, while your hands dig into the skin on your thighs. Thoughts of regret begin to bubble up in your mind, and anxiety and anticipation pump through your veins. You were too weak and foolish, now Wanda will bless you again and make you return to heaven.

You feel her hands on your hair, pulling your bangs back. Sliding her delicate fingers over your ear, she gathers all your unruly hair back gently.

You knew what this meant, you knew that now, in this small space, there were only the two of you in the world, in this small room you would be her good little girl, and she would be your protective mommy. The Mommy who would punish and do whatever she wanted with you entirely for your own good, or maybe that's what she wants you to think.

"You know I love your hair, don't you?" Wanda compliments with a low murmur, while her hands begin to divide your hair into three. "Always smelling so nice for Mommy."

"Thank you, Mommy." You murmur back with a playful smile on your lips. All her compliments have an effect on you as if it were the first time.

Her skilled hands begin to delicately braid your hair back, sometimes lifting your chin up, as your anxiety makes you look down at your fingers. A few minutes in silence, only your heartbeats and both heavy breathing could be heard, Wanda finished the small braid with a cute bow she had pinned to her wrist.

"Perfect Detka." And there it was, the nickname that Wanda only used with you in these situations. You didn't know what it meant, but the heavy accent that always came along made everything even hotter.

Wanda slid her hands over your shoulders to your neck, with her cold and firm hands, she unclasped your necklace with a soft click, and the key pendant came off your neck and fell gently into her hand.

Wanda had given you this pendant the first time you got involved, as a reminder that you now had an owner. You always thought it was just a symbol to represent your hidden relationship, but today you will discover that this key has another use besides reminding you of Wanda every time you look in the mirror.

Wanda placed her hands on your shoulders and got up from the floor, walking toward the dresser next to the bed, the same one that held your dress and the aloe vera bouquet on top. With a precise gesture, she took the key pendant and inserted it into the lock of the bottom drawer. With a swift wrist movement, she turned the key and pulled the drawer out, filling the air with a sweet and woody scent.

You remained kneeling on the floor, sitting on your own feet, feeling a slight numbness slowly spread through your body. The smell of the open drawer entered your nostrils and brought obscene memories that only worsened the mess between your legs. Sinful thoughts and ideas of what Wanda would do to you left your mind far away, and you didn't notice when Wanda placed some objects on the bed and approached you.

"Detka, raise your arms, and let's take off your dress." Wanda commands with her sweet voice, but with a hint of excitement. As you move to get up, she puts her hands on your shoulders, stopping you.

"Raise your hands angel, and I will take it off for you." She says, sliding from your shoulders to your arms, her hands digging into your skin, waiting for you to lift your arms up, and like a good little girl, you obey.

Wanda slides the dress up, taking it off your body. "Perfect." She sighs, watching your body with only underwear on. Your cheeks burn in a strong red, you look down with an intense mixture of shame and burning desire. Not that you had never been naked in front of her, but everything Wanda did to you was so intense that you always felt as if it were the first time.

"Now be obedient and fold." She says, crouching down and placing the dress on your lap.

You promptly obey, folding your dress into three parts, first the sleeves, then the hem, and finally folding it inside, as Wanda always taught you how to do it.

"Great." She said when you finished, taking it from your hands and leaving it on a small table next to the bed.

She always did this, every piece of clothing you wore when you met her had to be properly folded, without leaving any clues that something was happening. Perhaps it was her paranoia, always keeping your clothes without any marks, not even imperceptible things to the most attentive.

'What would happen if any of her church friends found out about one of her biggest sins?'

She couldn't take that risk, lose the trust of an entire town because of her dirty and perverse side being revealed. She loved being at the top of the food chain of the church and the town. She was respected and knew exactly what to do when she needed something, she knew how to manipulate every head in this small church. But even she wouldn't be able to control the judgment and consequences if they found out about the sinful things she did with you.

Returning to you one last time, she approached and stroked your hair, you squirmed still sitting on your own legs. The slight discomfort and numbness growing stronger every second over your body, you wanted to stand up and sit on the bed for her to use you, but that would disrespect one of her rules.

1. Don't tell anyone.

2. Only do something when mommy orders or induces.

3. Only cum when mommy allows.

Before you knew it, Wanda was behind you, sliding two silver handcuffs over your hands. She held your two hands and placed them behind your back, a small and simple click echoed in the room and only now did you realize that your hands were tied behind your back. What was happening to you? Lust keeping your mind away from reality.

You pulled lightly on the handcuffs and felt the cold metal tighten around your wrists, leaving small reddish marks. You were obedient... Right? Your excitement working to consume every piece of your mind and pulsating core. Your mind began to boil, your confused and questioning thoughts overflowing and turning into an almost uncontrollable desire to run away.

"Do you feel this numbness in the middle of your beautiful legs, detka?" Wanda asked, her accent playing in the intonation of her voice.

"Yes Mommy." You answered, squeezing your thighs against your core, feeling as if something illusory was buried in your folds, along with a strange pressure squeezing your entrance. The act of kneeling on the ground for so long, sitting on your own heels, left your entrance numb and Wanda did it on purpose.

"You wanted something there, didn't you?" She asked, crouching in front of you, one of her hands positioning itself in the middle of your legs.

You whimper, shaking your head, your eyebrows furrowed and your panties starting to get extremely wet. Your thighs slowly moved in opposite directions, opening up to her, begging for her to touch you. Her hand slowly approached your panties, pulling the fabric forward and letting go. Your juices slid from the panties and a few drops fell to the ground, showing how much you needed her.

"Oh angel, you're a mess." Wanda says, looking directly into your eyes. "I haven't even done anything and you have a puddle in the middle of your legs." A slight shake of her head demonstrating disapproval, but the malicious smile giving away her false disappointment.

"I... can you touch me?" You ask as a sigh, your hands still behind your back, tied with cold metallic handcuffs.

"I cannot touch you until you repent of your sins, my little angel." She placed her hand on your chin. "You know sinners cannot have pleasure, don't you?" She asked, letting go of your panties.

"Let's get this over with." She said, giving a stroke to your hair and messing it up before getting up and walking towards the bed.

She looked at the objects she had taken from the drawer and placed them on the bed. Her mind started working on the best way to make you repent. Perhaps the traditional way was the most appropriate, after all, it was the first time you sinned, and you did the right thing coming to her. She didn't want to scare you, she wanted to take responsibility for putting you back on track when your cart derailed.

Taking a leather belt in her hand, she lightly snapped it against her own hand. She muttered a satisfied groan, it wasn't a big pain, but it would help you learn your lesson.

"Stand up, Detka, let's take the sin out of you." Her authoritative voice and the sound of leather hitting against her hand again made your legs tremble.

Still looking down, swallowing hard, you knelt on the ground and slowly raised one knee and then the other. Wanda's eyes quickly flew to your knees, the red marks bringing a smile to her face. She wanted to do more of that to you.

Wanda sat on the edge of the bed, one of her hands holding the belt and the other lightly tapping her lap, calling you. "Come here, my little angel." She murmurs sweetly to you.

Dragging your body towards her like a good puppy, you obey her. You sit on her lap, your cheeks red and your bangs covering your eyes. You tilted your head back and looked at her closely, her eyes showing a little affection, her lips bringing a welcoming smile so magnetic that you smiled back.

Wanda leans her hand on your face, her long, cold fingers sliding your bangs back behind your ears. Without saying a word, she leaves a loving kiss on your cheek and places her hand on your back. You understood what she meant and passively leaned over her lap, turning over onto your stomach. Breasts and face against the mattress while your butt rested exactly on her lap. You received a murmur of satisfaction and a small stroke on one of your buttocks. Sighing with your cheek against the mattress and your hands behind your back, you felt your throat dry and your heart beating like never before. Finally, you would see the result of your anticipation.

"You came to repent for your sins, what were they and why are they wrong?" The first snap of the leather pierced your flesh like thorns. Your butt clenched with the roughness and force Wanda used, your skin already starting to turn red and marked.

You try to speak, but your throat closes up, your heart racing and your face pressed against the mattress making it difficult for you to even attempt to respond.

"Come on, bitch." She scolds with a hard smack against your butt. The pain radiating over your cold skin, your blood beginning to pump waves of heat throughout your body. "You have a mouth, use it to talk." Another blow landed in the same spot, your skin burning and your legs stretching and intertwining in an attempt to cope with the pain.

"Use that same mouth you used to smoke." Another hit, but this time on your other butt, a painful moan escaping you, your eyes starting to fill with tears and your skin pulsating. "Drink." Another snap of the rough leather against your already red skin, waves of heat piercing through your once cold body, now boiling. "And kiss that slut Natasha." When the jealous, venomous, and accented voice of Wanda hung in the air, another blow came, but this time you didn't receive the leather, you received her own hand. Her cold hand incessantly beating against you, unable to control herself, your tears beginning to stream down your cheeks.

"Does this hurt, Detka?" She asks tirelessly, smacking her hand against your skin. She threw the belt to the ground, no longer wanting to use it, she needed to feel your skin. She needed to feel against her palm, in smaller dimensions, the pain you were feeling, she needed to feel like she had you in her hands.

"Y-yes." You almost choke on your tears, the pain of your skin radiating and piercing through your entire body like an avalanche. "It hurts a lot."

It hurts and hurts even more because you know you deserve it, that you only got rough mommy Wanda because you deserve it. Because you sinned and she is willingly giving herself to remove your sin from you. She always does her best for you and you repay her by being an ungrateful and sinful girl.

"Mommy always does her best for her little angel." She responds sweetly as if reading your thoughts. Her hands stopping from hitting your sensitive flesh and beginning to only rub in circles. "Answer mama, my little angel, what sins and why were they wrong?" Her voice calmer and sweeter than before. You felt the loving mommy Wanda swimming in her voice, the gentlest and most patient mommy.

Taking a deep breath and swallowing your tears, you finally began to put your thoughts in order. Saying bad things to mommy wasn't always easy, but you needed to do it for your own good.

"I drank and smoked." You sigh, lightly rubbing your face against the mattress, wiping your wet face. "I can't drink so I don't get drunk and end up being kidnapped or have some pervert near me without mommy protecting me." You answer, shaking your head, remembering the words Wanda used with you.

You received a satisfied murmur, along with her hands petting the bruised flesh of your butt, bringing momentary relief to the burning.

"I can't smoke, because only bad people do that, and they all end up sick or in jail. I'm too good to end up sick or in jail," you sigh, feeling Wanda's delicate hands caressing your butt.

"And..." You swallow hard, the slightly more difficult part to say, especially out loud to Wanda. "I kissed a girl..." You start to search your confused mind for why this would be wrong. "I... I don't know why it's wrong." You shake your head with furrowed eyebrows.

"It's wrong because it's not mommy," she replies, her voice sweet and manipulative as always. "You can only kiss girls if it's mommy, otherwise it's wrong. I'm the only one who can touch you."

You swallow hard, feeling a little confused. "Why can mommy have a husband and kiss him whenever she wants, but I can't?" You ask rebelliously and courageously, remembering the kiss Wanda gave Jarvis earlier. A burning sensation takes over your stomach, the burning of your skin being overshadowed by a cloud of jealousy. "I could have Natasha for myself too."

"No." A surprised slap is made against your butt, strong and fast enough to elicit a loud moan from you. "We're not talking about that now, you came here with the intention of going back to heaven and not asking stupid questions." Her strong accent appearing again.

You groaned in irritation, squirming, pulling your handcuffed hands and creating new bruises on your wrists. Wanda lowered her hands, resting them on yours, stopping your irritated movements.

"You'll hurt your wrist like that." She responds with a deep and impatient sigh.

She knows you feel jealous of her with Jarvis, she knows you also have feelings and you're not just a body to her, she loves you completely. Your essence, soul and spirit. Shaking her head, she lightly slapped your butt when her thoughts left Jarvis and flew to Natasha, the girl responsible for leading you to the dark side. Wanda taught you to be good, she thought you would resist more, but now she will teach you what happens when you don't resist.

Sliding your butt back onto the bed as she got up, you sighed in relief without the possibility of more sudden slaps against your painful skin. You moved and, after a few failed attempts, you finally had the strength to sit on the bed. Your butt and wrists were a little sore. Your arms took support behind your body on the mattress.

The time it took you to sit up was enough for Wanda to go to the drawer and come back. In her hands was something curious, a kind of handheld microphone, but different. Its head was rounded with silicone, its stem had some white buttons with a thin horizontal line written 'intensity'.

Wanda laughed as she looked at you and your big, curious eyes focused on the new toy in her hands.

"You confessed your sins and explained why they are wrong," Wanda said, placing the object beside you on the bed. She walked over to you, kissed your cheek, and pulled your waist forward, bringing you closer to the edge of the bed. "Now let's really take care of that for you."

"How will this work?" you asked, sitting up straight in bed, your thighs squeezing your excited core.

Wanda just laughed at your innocence and how you knew almost nothing about toys like this. She pressed both hands against your knees, opening your legs and giving access to your throbbing entrance. She picked up the toy with one hand still on your knees, keeping you open. The buzzing of the object sent a shiver down your spine, and your eyes widened as Wanda's hand began to tremble slightly.

"Are you ready to redeem yourself from your sins?"

The object in her hand descended and connected with the front of your already dripping entrance. You swallowed nervously, unsure of what would happen - whether it would hurt or give you pleasure.

"I'm ready," you sighed courageously, shaking your head.

Quickly pushing the head of the toy into your folds, you felt your chest tremble. Everything began to move inside you, a loud buzzing burying itself deep in your closed folds. Wanda placed two fingers on you, pushing your folds open and positioning the toy right in the middle of your hot hole. You gasped, your legs starting to tremble, as the feeling of stimulation slowly spread through your body.

Soon she slid the toy up a bit, hitting the perfect angle on your clitoris, and the vibrations increased periodically along with pressure on your stomach. You felt embarrassed to moan, thinking it was a sign of weakness, but the way your clitoris and pussy turned into a mess within seconds made you bite down on your lower lip, swallowing your own moans along with your irregular breathing and your eyes almost closing.

Wanda let her gaze shift from your perfect entrance being shaken to your eyes, with a smug smile on her face. Your little girl had learned something new, and her angel had met one of her new toys.

"Does it feel good, angel?" She asked innocently.

"Uhm..." You murmured with your eyes closed, immersed in the growing pleasurable sensation in your stomach.

Smiling at your cute form and how your mind seemed distant, she pushed her thumb against the button increasing the intensity even more. You soon widened your eyes, the sound of the toy getting louder and the vibrations faster and deeper. You swallowed hard with a trembling throat, moans being stifled by your teeth against your lower lip. Your cheeks were on fire and sweat began to accumulate on your forehead.

"Do you need me to stop?" She asks slowly decreasing the vibration, smoothing the vibrator when she noticed the signs, your legs making it clear that your orgasm was starting to become more present.

"No." You moan loudly, your lips parting along with the pleasant sensation of your stomach tightening. You needed more. "Please, continue..." You plead, your big dilated eyes connected with her intense green orbs.

"Alright, little angel." Wanda smiles, pushing the vibrator against your entrance, pressing even more against your sensitive button.

This went on for a while, Wanda bringing you pleasure with her vibrator, but when she felt you were close, she simply pushed your orgasm back inside you and the toy away. Tears began to roll down your face, your mouth trembling and your hands pulling and marking against the cold metal of the handcuffs.

She increased the vibrations again, but at maximum intensity. You moaned loudly, your hands gripping the sheet on your back, your heart racing and your trembling body boiling. But again, she stopped when your already shaky legs tried to press her hand to your center, trying to prevent her from pulling away. She didn't pull away, but completely lowered the intensity. You moaned loudly in despair, your nose burning and another wave of tears streaming down your hot cheeks, your mouth dry and your thoughts completely confused.

"This is how I feel when you disobey me." She murmurs with her accent and acidic voice hovering over your ear "When you become an impure slut, mommy feels like this." She presses the button of the vibrator under your legs again, starting to vibrate. Empty tears flow down your face, you feel so sore and throbbing. You feel so full, but empty at the same time. "Mommy feels empty, wanting her little girl with her. Wanting the little angel to be obedient and not sin." So close, but so far, another orgasm was denied, again the mess the vibrator made was not finished.

Your body was completely in ecstasy, your heart beating against your ears and throat, everything seemed muffled. Your vision completely blurred and unfocused on anything ahead, tears streaming down your cheeks along with painful sobs and erratic breathing.

Wanda's hand rests on your chin, tilting it up until her gaze meets yours. "You look so beautiful like this, my crying baby." Acidity playing in the tone of her sweet voice. Tilting her face enough to touch her nose to yours, her eyes were deeply dark and with her pupils slightly pulsing as if about to dilate. She was admiring the mess she made of you. Admiring the way your lips trembled, or your red eyes with the little makeup completely running down your cheeks. To Wanda, you were a work of art painted by herself.

"Please, Mommy." You beg Wanda, using your most velvety voice and pleading eyes that you can muster. "Let me go." You hear Wanda swallow deeply."

Did you know she was also on the edge of excitement, you can feel the sexual energy she was inhaling with every whimper you gave, like filling a balloon about to explode. She was ready to drown in her body, you were a good and innocent girl, but not enough to not understand her mother and use her against her.

You closed your eyes and tilted your face back. Opening them again, you looked at her with your best look, the one that Wanda would do anything for you. Your eyebrows furrowed along your forehead, your irises beating against the top of your lashes and your mouth delicately open releasing the hot air, which she certainly felt. It was almost as if your face was begging, as if it said: 'fuck me'.

The imaginary excitement balloon burst and Wanda came along, holding your face firmly and burying her lips against yours. Wanda's hands slid over your jaw and stopped at your neck, her claws once again leaving reddish marks on your skin. When her tongue invaded your mouth, you felt the tight grip on your neck, your breathing starting to fail and your entrance throbbing even under the turned-off toy. You moaned against her mouth as she slid her hand from your neck to the toy between your legs.

First, she pushed it against your folds, your moisture completely drenching the toy, your hot and tight hole contracting. Second, she abruptly pulled it out along with a trail of moisture that ran down your thigh, completely depriving you of the new sensation of being filled, the closest thing to feeling full that you had experienced tonight. And third, you were on fire, your mind turning to mush as the blonde woman devoured your mouth, her tongue working to leave the taste of her acidic saliva all over your mouth.

Breaking the kiss, she quickly slid her hands to your waist, pulling your pelvis abruptly to the edge of the bed. Planting kisses on your neck, she pushed your body slightly back. Your cuffed hands took support on the mattress, while your head and body were tilted backwards.

The voracious kiss and painful bites, which will surely leave marks on the sensitive skin of your chest and abdomen, quickly shifted to your core. Leaving a gentle and teasing kiss on your stomach, she pushed your knees apart. You swallowed hard, feeling your already trembling legs giving her full access to where you needed her most.

"Fuck, you're delicious, Detka." The swear word coming out of her mouth surprised you along with her strong accent.

Her mouth watered as she saw how wet you were, a pool of arousal on the white satin of her bed. In other moments, Wanda would punish you even more for the mess you made, but in this moment, in this room, she was just the hunter about to devour her prey, the demon devouring an angel.

Without waiting even one more second, Wanda quickly buried her face between your legs. Her nose inhaling completely the sweet and sour smell of the consequence of her small sexual torture, the pure smell of sin that you have now redeemed. Sliding her tongue over your folds, your clitoris and hot hole, she was beginning to keep a rhythm. Her cold saliva in contact where you were sensitive, made you release a deep moan, like a scream stuck inside of you.

Your handcuffed hands holding onto the white sheet tightly on your back for support, while she devoured you tirelessly. Your neck completely thrown back with the delicious movements of her tongue. Your hips began to grind against her face, but you felt her nails dig into your thighs as a warning for you to stay still.

After thoroughly enjoying the taste of your swollen and reddened pussy, she kept all of her attention on your pulsing button. One of her hands left a trail of nails on your thigh, approaching your hole. You choked on your own small moans and breath, feeling Wanda's mischievous laughter and warm breath hitting against your clitoris. When one of her fingers slowly entered you, she began to lightly suck your clitoris, pushing the middle finger deeper against your sticky and trembling walls. Going deeper, she lightly twisted her single finger inside of you, keeping it still. You felt your legs tremble slightly when she reached the deepest point inside of you, that spongy and sweet spot. Keeping the finger trapped inside of you, her lips closed around your clitoris, her suction increased and so did your spasms.

The still finger along with her tireless lips brought another slightly louder moan from you. Sighing and biting your own lip to try to keep the moans as muffled as possible, but Wanda seemed to be having fun wanting to draw out all of your moans from you. She slowly took the finger out of you, earning a sigh from you, but quickly put the middle finger along with her ring finger and started to stretch you.

A loud moan escaped from your throat, Wanda pushing her fingers inside of you a little faster than before, it was your downfall. Starting a constant rhythm with her fingers, Wanda circled your clitoris with her teeth. The roughness of her teeth against your extremely sensitive button made your legs tremble. An unconscious fear of her squeezing her teeth even harder against your clitoris, pumping adrenaline into your blood. Gradually, you felt a small knot starting to form in your stomach, a strong pressure squeezing your uterus.

Spirals spinning in your stomach, while Wanda kept going faster and stronger. Lustful sounds began to echo in the room, your walls tightening around her fingers and your trembling moans brought her the answer that you were close. She knew that you would only come if she let you, and she wanted to keep you in her hands for a little longer. She wanted to make you beg for her.

"Wanda." You murmured, your voice trembling and your mind barely functioning anymore.

"Wanda? That's not my name, you know how to address me." She murmured, taking her mouth off of you, sliding her other hand over your body until she squeezed your breast.

"Mommy..." Your legs begin to tremble from the loss of stimulation from Wanda's lips on you. She snapped her thumb against your clit in the same rhythm as her fingers and her mouth snapped one of your breasts roughly.

"Yes, little angel, what is it?" Wanda asks with a velvety, innocent, and muffled voice.

"I..." You murmured, closing your eyes, your neck stretched back as she twisted her fingers inside you and her lips closed against your nipple. "Please, can I cum?"

"Do you want to cum on mommy dearest's fingers? For that you need to look at me and ask." Wanda says smiling releasing your breast with a snap, while her other hand squeezed your other neglected breast. "

"Please." You plead, turning to look at her. A line of sweat running down your neck to the middle of your breasts. Your whole body on fire as Wanda pushed into you hard enough for your breasts to bounce.

"Mommy let me cum on your fingers, I will be your good little girl." You sigh looking with desperation in her eyes, if she denied you this orgasm you would surely dismantle yourself completely. "I will be your obedient little angel, I promise."

"You may come my little angel, come and cum on Mommy's fingers." She whispers close to your mouth. As if she was in control of your body, the moment her voice hovered in the air authorizing it, your body relaxed completely.

Three more deep strokes of her fingers and you collapsed on top of her. A guttural moan that was trapped in your throat escaped your lips for a few moments, before they were completely consumed by Wanda. Her mouth slapped against your ajar one, her tongue sliding inside you with the same motion as her finger on your clit, the same motion she made on your thigh earlier in the church.

Your legs trembled as a good amount of cum left your pussy. The lewd, wet noises were even louder and more echoing than before. Her relentless fingers were searching for everything you could give her, she wanted everything from you. She wanted your orgasm, your body, your soul, she wanted you.

You sighed smiling against the kiss as your body relaxed, your spasms slowly fading away. Wanda let your lips seal as her free hand removed the cuffs. You placed your hands on her shoulders smiling, your entrance began to pulse again, Wanda was still with her relentless movements inside you, she wanted more.

"No." You mumbled trying to move and get her hands off you. But she pushed you hard against the bed and pinned your two hands above the headboard

"I want one more, little angel." She murmurs, sitting on your abdomen, keeping you from getting up. "You will give me more."

Her finger left your clitoris and joined the other two, stretching your walls painfully while she kept your hands restrained. The force and brutality she was using to extract the orgasm from you, the feeling of being stretched by long fingers was too much for you, but not enough for you to use the safe word.

"Wanda." You respond with your heart in your throat and trembling breath. "I can't... Please." You beg, tears of excitement running down your cheeks.

"Ah, my little angel." Wanda murmurs with a deeper voice and much darker eyes. "You can do it, baby girl, come for me." She murmurs to you with a smile. "Fill my fingers with your cum and you will finally be blessed and go to heaven."

Your body stiffened this time, the orgasm that you didn't even feel being built was already flowing out of you again. This time Wanda kept a slow rhythm, savoring every sensation of her completely slick fingers inside you. She clicked her tongue and murmured happily at how much you had emptied yourself. She slinked over your body, leaving affectionate kisses along the way and stopping at your entrance. Your legs trembled with the heat of Wanda on your hypersensitivity.

"No..." you murmur ready to use the safe word, but Wanda smiles.

"No, darling, I'm just going to clean you up, my messy girl." She says, patting your thigh.

Bending down, she put her mouth on you, but this time with no intention of bringing you to another orgasm, she knew your limits and she would never exceed them. Her tongue licked and her throat swallowed all of your cum. You really had come with a lot of liquid, but she was happy to taste the sweet taste of her little angel.

She looks at you with curiosity and pride. Your body completely sweaty and red, bite marks on your chest and scratches on your thighs. Your wrists were thrown above your head, red and slightly bruised from the handcuffs. Your face was sweaty and almost asleep on her bed, she smiled at you.

Wanda slinks over the bed and lies down next to you, you promptly roll over to her and lay your head on her chest, holding your arms around Wanda's body as if afraid she would escape from you. Inhaling deeply the scent of roses, while Wanda's fingers entangle in your hair, you finally feel the sensation of peace, your mind completely clear with only the confirmation that you have finally turned good.

"You can sleep, my little angel, then we'll apply aloe vera to your injured skin," she murmurs, stroking your hair and receiving a shake of your head.

After a few minutes of complete relaxation under her, you finally feel sleep piercing through you like a bullet. Breathing in the scent of vanilla, you smile, feeling safe. You're always safe in mommy's arms.

"Mommy?" you ask, your heartbeat calming down on her chest.

"Yes, angel," Wanda responds, running her fingers through your hair.

"Am I going to heaven?" you ask, yawning and burying your face even more in her chest, feeling Wanda's scent and warmth in you.

"Of course you are, my little angel. Whenever you sin, mommy will do everything to help you go back to heaven." She murmurs softly in your ear, quietly so as not to disturb the nap that was about to come.

"Thank you," you murmur before falling asleep against her body.

You were perfect for Wanda. You were devoted enough to accept any punishment to go to heaven, even if it meant going to hell first to rectify your sins. Wanda was the devil himself, taking all the impurity from you. She needed you much more than you could ever think. Her husband wasn't enough, she needed the good little girl with her, your innocence and malice bringing a fervor that Jarvis would never give her.

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A red-haired girl, rummaging through her backpack for her keys, walked up the porch of her own house. When her black boots touched the ground, she felt the presence of something else on the wooden structure of the balcony.

"Miss Maximoff?" the redhead asked, seeing the silhouette emerge from the darkness into the newly lit porch light, showing only the top half of Wanda's body.

"Romanoff," the blonde murmured with cigarette smoke escaping from the corner of her lips, while a big smile formed. "I heard you've been hanging out with Y/N."

"Hm." The redhead swallowed hard, not feeling very comfortable confessing the attraction she had to girls to an extremely religious woman. "Yes, we went out yesterday."

With the help of her lips, Wanda slid a black glove over the hand that had previously held the cigarette. The sound of the elastic snapping as she released the glove with her teeth brought a deep echo through the porch, making Natasha feel an unpleasant shiver run down her spine and her body paralyzed in front of Wanda.

Wanda's body emerged from the darkness, bringing an ax in her other hand, already dressed in black gloves. Wanda tilted her head slightly to the window of Natasha's house, seeing, with the help of the moonlight, the wall clock ticking and showing that in a few seconds it would be midnight on the dot. Turning back to Natasha, tilting her head to the side with a wicked smile on her face, Wanda uttered:

"Are you ready to redeem yourself from your sins?"

The typical church bell echoed throughout the town one last time that night, leaving all the residents of the small town of Westview deafened by Natasha's piercing scream.

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