april
1st Level Red Feather
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He doesn't take you home. He takes you somewhere deeper, a sacred corner of his realm, where even the stars dont dare shine.
He slams the door behind him.
"You're not leaving this bed," he says, voice shaking with rage and lust. "for days."
He throws you onto the soft black velvet, his chest heaving, eyes wild.
"It's time for a slumber party, Petal. One where you remember exactly who you belong to."
He starts towards you, hands flexing, dimples dangerous, hunger burning in his gaze.
"Strip."
You remove your clothes quickly, not daring to defy the dangerous demon who's now slowly cracking his knuckles.
"Now. Lie back."
The second you so much as flinch on that velvet bed, Merrit is on you, one knee between your thighs, the other anchoring your legs. His strong hands seize your wrists and pin them high above your head, and his eyes, those bottomless, almost black eyes, are wild. Possessive. Unhinged.
"You let him have you," he snarled against your cheek, breath hot and ragged. "You let him find your most vulnerable spots. Let him kiss your skin. Put his mouth on your toes. You giggled for him."
He tightened his grip, lowered his hips into yours until you felt the hard, unmistakable pressure of his arousal against your heated core.
"You think im just going to let that happen?" His voice is low. Dangerous. Each word a blade.
He let's go of your wrists and sits back on his knees only to seize your ankle, bringing it dangerously close to his mouth.
"Maybe I should start right here," he leans in, breath ghosting over your arch. "You want to laugh for someone else? Fine. But you'll scream for me."
And then...
He bites.
Not hard, just enough. Enough to make you yelp. His tongue trails slowly across your soles, his eyelids fluttering closed, almost in ecstacy as he tastes you. His lips find that devilish spot just beneath your toes. He nibbles, just once, before pulling back with a wicked grin. You buck and twist but its hopeless.
Hes not going to be merciful.
He lowers his mouth again, licks your arch with a flat, deliberate drag, then flicks his tongue at the base of your toes.
"You're going to sob, Petal," he breathes "and when you beg...oh and you will, I'll just keep going."
His fangs desend, small, pointy, yet deadly. Staring directly into your eyes, with an evil grin, his mouth lowers to your toes.
Hes going to watch you fall apart.
Heat envelopes your big toe as he slowly sucks it between two luscious lips.
Your heart races.
It feels delicious.
You moan and the corners of his mouth slightly lift into the most sinister of smiles.
And then. You feel it.
A single fang lightly trails against tender flesh as he drags his mouth back up.
This was nothing like Jacob's playful nibbles. No. This was devastating.
Your body rebels, back arching off the bed, fingers curling furiously into the velvet covers. Your body reacts before your mind can catch up. By the time Merrit reaches your third toe, you are laughing frantically. Your free leg thrashing helplessly.
And Merrit.
He was loving it.
Each adorable, sensitive toe recieved the same patient, excruciating treatment from that eager tongue, and wicked fangs.
When he was finally satisfied, tears were already streaming down your flushed cheeks, like falling stars slowly losing their light.
"Are we having fun yet, Petal?" He whispered, his chest heaving from arousal his torment was bringing you.
He mercifully dropped your foot; the only small mercy he would afford you this night.
Without giving you a moments respite, those elegant fingers decened to your ribs, and they danced like playing a piano, zeroing in on the spots that made you jump. Your hips thrash, but he only straddles you and pins your wrists above your head with one strong hand. His black shirt stretched across his chest, muscles tensing under your frantic squirming.
He finds that one rib, right beneath your underarm , your weak spot...he smirks.
"Oh...this one. You forgot I know every sweet little nerve, didn't you?"
And with that, he locks on.
He leisurely rolls your ribs between two adept fingers at a maddening, slow pace. The laughter bursts from you, wild and breathless, broken by sobs and pleading.
"Merrit...!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry please!"
"Please, I cant take...I cant take it anymore!"
"I belong to you! I belong to you, I promise!"
But he's beyond hearing. Or maybe he does hear, and just doesnt care. Because now his mouth is on your neck, his tongue licking the sweat from your skin as he continues to torment you. His fingers relentless. His breathing faster. His voice shuddering from lust.
"Say it again," he growls. "Say it until your throat breaks. Who do you belong to?"
You scream his name. He grinds into you, hard and slow, with every flick of his tongue, with every stroke of those tormenting, merciless hands.
"Good girl," he whispers, finally pausing to let you gasp. "You're mine. And now im going to ruin you for everyone else."
Merrit devours you.
There's no other word for it. His punishment is feral. Consuming. Ravenous. You barely manage to drag a breath before he dives back in. Every spot, every trembling nerve, he finds them. And he makes you scream. You twist, you buck, you sob, but he doesnt stop.
"Too late to beg now, Petal," he growls against your throat, licking the tears as they fall. "You wanted him to touch you. You let him hear your giggles. Now you'll wail for me."
His hand moves under your arm, feather light fingertips teasing the hallow there, and your body arches against his in a panic, laughter ripping from your throat. Its too much. He knows its too much. But Mertit doesnt stop. He wants you wrecked.
"Ohh, that's it," he purrs darkly, "just like that. Beautiful when you're desperate. Beautiful when you sob."
And sob you do. Merrit works his way down , sucking at your collarbone, and trailing slow, cruel kisses along your ribs, each one followed by a sharp bite that makes you cry out in ticklish, agonizing gasps.
He grinds into you with every pass of his mouth. Each movement deliberate, pressing his hardness against your slick, wet heat.
"You feel that?" He whispers. "That's what you do to me. You're mine. You'll feel me for days, Petal."
His hand dips lower. One long elegant finger trails up your inner thigh, dancing lightly, mocking you.
You plead.
You scream.
"Please Merrit, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"
But he only chuckled dark and low.
"No, no. Don't say sorry now. Not when you're trembling so sweetly. Not when I haven't even started."
He pulls back, just long enough to look at you, completely pinned, flushed, panting, soaked in sweat and laughter and tears...and his expression softens into something more terrifying.
"You'll sob for me," he says too softly "but you'll cum for me too."
And then he desends.
His mouth between your legs, his hands trapping your thighs. His tongue, wicked. Every flick, every stroke, every lick, every slow spiral is a new form of madness. And just when you're about to tip over the edge, when your sobs become moans, when you scream his name like a prayer...
He stops.
"Ah ah," he purrs, likcking his lips. "You dont get that yet, love. Not until you say it."
Your voice breaks. "Say what?"
"Say who ownes you."
You sob. "You do Merrit, you, you own me!"
His grin is sinful. His voice velvet and dark. "Then scream for me again."
And this time, he doesnt stop.
He doesnt stop after your first.
Or the second.
Or the third.
No.
He devours you again and again, until you're trembling so hard your body doesnt know the difference between sobbing, begging, and moaning.
Your thighs clamp around his head, trying to escape the overwhelming sensations, but he only growls, prying them open again with strong, relentless hands. His nails leave crecents in your skin. His breath is hot, his mouth sinister.
Your back arches. You scream. You gasp his name "Merrit, please, I cant!"
"Oh yes you can," he murmurs against your slick, swollen heat. "You will."
And you do.
He makes you cum with his tongue buried deep, slow and grinding, then again with just the tip, flicking wickedly against your most sensitive spot. He teases, torments, tastes, until you're shaking so violently you think you might break apart.
He licks you clean after every peak, slow and gentle, only to start again, more intense, dragging you back up to the maddening edge. You cant think. You cant breathe. He doesn't care.
He needs to ruin you.
To mark you so thoroughly Jacob will taste your cries in the air for days.
He then crawls up the length of your body, like a predator ready to devour.
"I'm bursting for you, darling," he breathes. "I need to bury myself in you."
You look down and see the outline of his bulging member through his trousers. Hes been dripping for you this entire time. He's been torturing himself torturing you. You reach down and slide your hand teasingly down the length of his swollen cock. He practically hisses.
"Don't do that." It was more of a threat than a command.
You do it again, trailing your fingertips against him, now mesmerized that his lust had finally gotten the best of him. You look him dead in the eye as you slowly unzip him and almost lovingly pull his errection free from his trousers.
He. Is. Dripping.
And so swollen that the tip is red and hot to the touch.
His eyes close and he growls as you gently stroke him once, twice...
He removes your hand and burries himself so quickly inside you, you didn't have time to think.
"You've had your fill," he growls into your throat. "I haven't."
His thrusts were slow, agonizingly slow. Your hips buck up against his instinctively, the stretch delicious and overwhelming, your walls clenching around him.
He hisses through his teeth, trying to hold back. But you're so tight. So warm. So perfect.
One hand moves to your ribs, to that one particular rib and his fingers flutter. Giggles erupt from your throat, and he moans in unison with the sound.
He rolls his hips slowly, grinding waves, brushing every nerve inside you, eyes locked on your face as you giggle and whimper beneath him.
"That's it " he whispers, but his voice is trembling. "Let me see you fall apart. Let me feel it."
He builds the pleasure, thrust by thrust, moan by moan, giggle by giggle, until the pleasure burns too bright to contain. He tilts his hips just right and your hands fly to his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline.
"Say it," he grits out, sweat beading on his temple. "Say who's you are."
"Yours," you cry, eyes rolling back.
"Again!"
"Merrit's! I'm Merrits! I belong to you!"
He slams into you, fast and suddenly, sending you straight over the edge.
Your body shakes. Your breath breaks. Your cry is a scream, a sob, a prayer. You clamp around him so hard he growls, fighting to keep control as you pulse around him.
"God's April...fuck."
He can't hold it anymore.
With a feral groan he crushes his mouth to yours. Deep. Claiming. Devastating, as he spills himself inside you, wave after wave, his hips grinding, body trembling from release.
And then.
Silence.
Only your breath. His. Intertwined. Shuddering.
Merrit doesnt pull away. He just holds you, trembling slightly, his nose buried in your hair. His voice is hoarse yet reverant when he speaks.
"Mine. Always. Even if I have to fight God's themselves...I'll never let anyone take you from me again."
He slams the door behind him.
"You're not leaving this bed," he says, voice shaking with rage and lust. "for days."
He throws you onto the soft black velvet, his chest heaving, eyes wild.
"It's time for a slumber party, Petal. One where you remember exactly who you belong to."
He starts towards you, hands flexing, dimples dangerous, hunger burning in his gaze.
"Strip."
You remove your clothes quickly, not daring to defy the dangerous demon who's now slowly cracking his knuckles.
"Now. Lie back."
The second you so much as flinch on that velvet bed, Merrit is on you, one knee between your thighs, the other anchoring your legs. His strong hands seize your wrists and pin them high above your head, and his eyes, those bottomless, almost black eyes, are wild. Possessive. Unhinged.
"You let him have you," he snarled against your cheek, breath hot and ragged. "You let him find your most vulnerable spots. Let him kiss your skin. Put his mouth on your toes. You giggled for him."
He tightened his grip, lowered his hips into yours until you felt the hard, unmistakable pressure of his arousal against your heated core.
"You think im just going to let that happen?" His voice is low. Dangerous. Each word a blade.
He let's go of your wrists and sits back on his knees only to seize your ankle, bringing it dangerously close to his mouth.
"Maybe I should start right here," he leans in, breath ghosting over your arch. "You want to laugh for someone else? Fine. But you'll scream for me."
And then...
He bites.
Not hard, just enough. Enough to make you yelp. His tongue trails slowly across your soles, his eyelids fluttering closed, almost in ecstacy as he tastes you. His lips find that devilish spot just beneath your toes. He nibbles, just once, before pulling back with a wicked grin. You buck and twist but its hopeless.
Hes not going to be merciful.
He lowers his mouth again, licks your arch with a flat, deliberate drag, then flicks his tongue at the base of your toes.
"You're going to sob, Petal," he breathes "and when you beg...oh and you will, I'll just keep going."
His fangs desend, small, pointy, yet deadly. Staring directly into your eyes, with an evil grin, his mouth lowers to your toes.
Hes going to watch you fall apart.
Heat envelopes your big toe as he slowly sucks it between two luscious lips.
Your heart races.
It feels delicious.
You moan and the corners of his mouth slightly lift into the most sinister of smiles.
And then. You feel it.
A single fang lightly trails against tender flesh as he drags his mouth back up.
This was nothing like Jacob's playful nibbles. No. This was devastating.
Your body rebels, back arching off the bed, fingers curling furiously into the velvet covers. Your body reacts before your mind can catch up. By the time Merrit reaches your third toe, you are laughing frantically. Your free leg thrashing helplessly.
And Merrit.
He was loving it.
Each adorable, sensitive toe recieved the same patient, excruciating treatment from that eager tongue, and wicked fangs.
When he was finally satisfied, tears were already streaming down your flushed cheeks, like falling stars slowly losing their light.
"Are we having fun yet, Petal?" He whispered, his chest heaving from arousal his torment was bringing you.
He mercifully dropped your foot; the only small mercy he would afford you this night.
Without giving you a moments respite, those elegant fingers decened to your ribs, and they danced like playing a piano, zeroing in on the spots that made you jump. Your hips thrash, but he only straddles you and pins your wrists above your head with one strong hand. His black shirt stretched across his chest, muscles tensing under your frantic squirming.
He finds that one rib, right beneath your underarm , your weak spot...he smirks.
"Oh...this one. You forgot I know every sweet little nerve, didn't you?"
And with that, he locks on.
He leisurely rolls your ribs between two adept fingers at a maddening, slow pace. The laughter bursts from you, wild and breathless, broken by sobs and pleading.
"Merrit...!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry please!"
"Please, I cant take...I cant take it anymore!"
"I belong to you! I belong to you, I promise!"
But he's beyond hearing. Or maybe he does hear, and just doesnt care. Because now his mouth is on your neck, his tongue licking the sweat from your skin as he continues to torment you. His fingers relentless. His breathing faster. His voice shuddering from lust.
"Say it again," he growls. "Say it until your throat breaks. Who do you belong to?"
You scream his name. He grinds into you, hard and slow, with every flick of his tongue, with every stroke of those tormenting, merciless hands.
"Good girl," he whispers, finally pausing to let you gasp. "You're mine. And now im going to ruin you for everyone else."
Merrit devours you.
There's no other word for it. His punishment is feral. Consuming. Ravenous. You barely manage to drag a breath before he dives back in. Every spot, every trembling nerve, he finds them. And he makes you scream. You twist, you buck, you sob, but he doesnt stop.
"Too late to beg now, Petal," he growls against your throat, licking the tears as they fall. "You wanted him to touch you. You let him hear your giggles. Now you'll wail for me."
His hand moves under your arm, feather light fingertips teasing the hallow there, and your body arches against his in a panic, laughter ripping from your throat. Its too much. He knows its too much. But Mertit doesnt stop. He wants you wrecked.
"Ohh, that's it," he purrs darkly, "just like that. Beautiful when you're desperate. Beautiful when you sob."
And sob you do. Merrit works his way down , sucking at your collarbone, and trailing slow, cruel kisses along your ribs, each one followed by a sharp bite that makes you cry out in ticklish, agonizing gasps.
He grinds into you with every pass of his mouth. Each movement deliberate, pressing his hardness against your slick, wet heat.
"You feel that?" He whispers. "That's what you do to me. You're mine. You'll feel me for days, Petal."
His hand dips lower. One long elegant finger trails up your inner thigh, dancing lightly, mocking you.
You plead.
You scream.
"Please Merrit, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"
But he only chuckled dark and low.
"No, no. Don't say sorry now. Not when you're trembling so sweetly. Not when I haven't even started."
He pulls back, just long enough to look at you, completely pinned, flushed, panting, soaked in sweat and laughter and tears...and his expression softens into something more terrifying.
"You'll sob for me," he says too softly "but you'll cum for me too."
And then he desends.
His mouth between your legs, his hands trapping your thighs. His tongue, wicked. Every flick, every stroke, every lick, every slow spiral is a new form of madness. And just when you're about to tip over the edge, when your sobs become moans, when you scream his name like a prayer...
He stops.
"Ah ah," he purrs, likcking his lips. "You dont get that yet, love. Not until you say it."
Your voice breaks. "Say what?"
"Say who ownes you."
You sob. "You do Merrit, you, you own me!"
His grin is sinful. His voice velvet and dark. "Then scream for me again."
And this time, he doesnt stop.
He doesnt stop after your first.
Or the second.
Or the third.
No.
He devours you again and again, until you're trembling so hard your body doesnt know the difference between sobbing, begging, and moaning.
Your thighs clamp around his head, trying to escape the overwhelming sensations, but he only growls, prying them open again with strong, relentless hands. His nails leave crecents in your skin. His breath is hot, his mouth sinister.
Your back arches. You scream. You gasp his name "Merrit, please, I cant!"
"Oh yes you can," he murmurs against your slick, swollen heat. "You will."
And you do.
He makes you cum with his tongue buried deep, slow and grinding, then again with just the tip, flicking wickedly against your most sensitive spot. He teases, torments, tastes, until you're shaking so violently you think you might break apart.
He licks you clean after every peak, slow and gentle, only to start again, more intense, dragging you back up to the maddening edge. You cant think. You cant breathe. He doesn't care.
He needs to ruin you.
To mark you so thoroughly Jacob will taste your cries in the air for days.
He then crawls up the length of your body, like a predator ready to devour.
"I'm bursting for you, darling," he breathes. "I need to bury myself in you."
You look down and see the outline of his bulging member through his trousers. Hes been dripping for you this entire time. He's been torturing himself torturing you. You reach down and slide your hand teasingly down the length of his swollen cock. He practically hisses.
"Don't do that." It was more of a threat than a command.
You do it again, trailing your fingertips against him, now mesmerized that his lust had finally gotten the best of him. You look him dead in the eye as you slowly unzip him and almost lovingly pull his errection free from his trousers.
He. Is. Dripping.
And so swollen that the tip is red and hot to the touch.
His eyes close and he growls as you gently stroke him once, twice...
He removes your hand and burries himself so quickly inside you, you didn't have time to think.
"You've had your fill," he growls into your throat. "I haven't."
His thrusts were slow, agonizingly slow. Your hips buck up against his instinctively, the stretch delicious and overwhelming, your walls clenching around him.
He hisses through his teeth, trying to hold back. But you're so tight. So warm. So perfect.
One hand moves to your ribs, to that one particular rib and his fingers flutter. Giggles erupt from your throat, and he moans in unison with the sound.
He rolls his hips slowly, grinding waves, brushing every nerve inside you, eyes locked on your face as you giggle and whimper beneath him.
"That's it " he whispers, but his voice is trembling. "Let me see you fall apart. Let me feel it."
He builds the pleasure, thrust by thrust, moan by moan, giggle by giggle, until the pleasure burns too bright to contain. He tilts his hips just right and your hands fly to his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline.
"Say it," he grits out, sweat beading on his temple. "Say who's you are."
"Yours," you cry, eyes rolling back.
"Again!"
"Merrit's! I'm Merrits! I belong to you!"
He slams into you, fast and suddenly, sending you straight over the edge.
Your body shakes. Your breath breaks. Your cry is a scream, a sob, a prayer. You clamp around him so hard he growls, fighting to keep control as you pulse around him.
"God's April...fuck."
He can't hold it anymore.
With a feral groan he crushes his mouth to yours. Deep. Claiming. Devastating, as he spills himself inside you, wave after wave, his hips grinding, body trembling from release.
And then.
Silence.
Only your breath. His. Intertwined. Shuddering.
Merrit doesnt pull away. He just holds you, trembling slightly, his nose buried in your hair. His voice is hoarse yet reverant when he speaks.
"Mine. Always. Even if I have to fight God's themselves...I'll never let anyone take you from me again."
