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[amourtician]

I'm not the only one looking at all Dark Days and thinking of the potential, am I?

Hop to it. Just, uh, remember content warnings.

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[(Anonymous)]

so bertie's apparently got a 'dog' fetish now according to the bulletin board...

bertie/mika doggie style

biting/blood|orgasm denial|....dubcon??|femdom|rough play|spanking

[(Anonymous)]

"I said beg." The word was a snarl, fangs almost clipping his ear as a hand gripped his jaw and forced his head up and back. Claws dug into his skin until he was almost sobbing desperately, sweat dripping into his eyes and from the tip of his nose.

"Please! PLEASE!" He choked on the words, but it seemed to have been enough that the stranglehold on his throat and his abused member were released, and he could have cried when the terrifying claws and horrible crushing grip were gone. Instead he screamed in a moment of panic when fangs bit deeply into his shoulder, his back arching and unintentionally spearing himself on the fat, beastly thing she had strapped on. It was bigger than the last one, it must've been, though the fact that he was thinking of that now was mortifying at the least. Still, the way her hand wrapped around his penis was almost gentle, though her strokes were expert and had him riding the edge faster than he could catch a breath.

Which was hard to do when she had him pushed down nearly face-first into the pillows, elbows digging into the mattress and his arse in the air, slamming into him hard enough each time that his stomach ached. The sound of his moans and choked cries was only drowned out by the horrible crack of her open palm striking his backside.

"Who's the 'tender goddess' now, cub? SAY IT!" There was a fierce madness in her eyes, his backside numb and sore all at once, throbbing with the pounding of his heart. His shoulder hurt all the more, the smell of blood making him dizzy but another hard thrust nearly shoved him clean off the bed. He never did answer that question, as when she slammed into him one last time, Bertram Wooster blacked out with his face buried in the pillows.

When he awoke, everything throbbed all over, and his desperate hope that it had all been a horrible dream thanks to some terrible choices involving sherry and a spot or two of whiskey was shattered by the pristine bandage wrapping the since-healed bite on his shoulder. Once again, Bertie found himself hiding his face at the realization that not only had he been bested, but she'd ended up cleaning the whole room on her own while he'd slept.

[(Anonymous)]

That is not quite what op was thinking but it is MOST excellent reading anyway! Thank you, anon!

[(Anonymous)]

You're welcome, OP! Anon is glad to be of service.