☀️ #pantalone x #aether + orgasm denial + feminization + breeding/mpreg
“can you hear the sweet birds song Signora? the twinkling of the stars from inside your dark box? because i’m deep inside a little birdie right now”
pantalone shifts his angle and dove deeper into aether, causing the limp blond to wince, a small groan coming out instead of a moan.
“haa, please, are we done?” aether was flushed from head to toe, his nipples hardening from the chill of the air and hair disheveled.
“not until i say so, my silver dollar,” he thrusted a little harder after the weird pet name, punishing aether for speaking.
scratching the pristine coffin to get away, large gloved hands grab his waist firmly, strength behind the aloof demeanor the man had.
“is my kitten trying to escape? we need to pay respects to my dear friend, or are you in a hurry to satisfy yourself like a slur on my cock?” grabbing onto aethers hair now, he pulls back until aether is standing, leaning against him for support.
“n-no, it hurts, it hurts plea-“ a gutteral noise escapes his mouth, cutting him off from begging for this to end.
pantalone had fully pulled out before thrusting, aiming directly for his prostate. shifting his arms, he held around aethers waist and one on his neck,
restricting his air and causing him to claw at his hands lightly, too weak to put up a fight.
loosening his grip, aether takes a gulp of air before sobbing.
everything felt so restricted, and yet, he felt so cared for, possessed and somehow loved by this man
pantalone smirked after hearing genuine moans come from the petite blonds mouth, his little mistress finally enjoying himself in their playtime.
“is my little mistress finally enjoying herself? does your pussy ache for my cock now?”
“ye- haah- yes, please, give it to me, please mister”
running his hand through his hair, pantalone chuckled before licking his lips as if he was about to devour aether
“if you say so dear”
taking aether off his cock, he rests his mistresses back on the cold coffin, and lightly grazed across the others twitching stomach, slightly red from the heat of sex, but as smooth as porcelain.
“my little mistress is so pretty, did you know that?”
keening at the praise he’s receiving, aether arched his back, pushing up into the warm gloves hands, twitching when the cold silver of his rings also touches his bare stomach
“am i?” was all he could stutter out without whining in loss without the warm flesh inside him.
pantalone leans forward till their chests touch and noses almost graze each other, a small glint in his eyes like the shining reflection of a gold coin,
“yes, my mistress is the prettiest”
aether wails and almost came on the spot, the stimulation and praise too much for his cocklet to handle
except he couldn’t, a little chain similar to what hangs from pantalones glasses, is wrapped prettily around his dick, stopping him from coming
“mister please, please let me cum! please, please!”
begging for release looked so pretty in his mistress, he wishes he could take a picture of her right now, her pretty tear stricken face, her blond hair splayed across the coffin, the contrast of his glove and her chest
feeling pity, but also hot arousal from the scene, he tuts and guides his cock to the puffy rim, the warmth inviting his engorged cock in.
“my mistress is so lewd…”
easing into the wet heat, he only slips the tip in, letting his mistress whine at the slow pace
slowly pushing in, he makes sure every inch and vein of his cock will be remembered by his mistresses velvet walls, to remember the shape of the only cock he’ll need
“mister, mister, ohh,” aether was panting, finding anything to grab purchase to, the overwhelming heat coursing in his stomach making him writhe
“mister, you fill me ahh, fill me up so well, i might get pregnant, haah~”
those words struck a cord within pantalone, transitioning from a slow and agonizing pace to a much faster and brutal one, aiming to bruise the porcelain ass, as well as dig his cock deep within his mistresses womb, wanting to see his mistress full with his cum
the lewd, wet slapping of their skin meeting and aethers cut moans rang loudly through the bare church, the stained glass casting a blue glow in the room, causing his mistress to look illuminated and golden
“my mistress really is ethereal, so beautiful even if you’re doing nothing but getting pummeled by my cock, are you satisfied? is my mistress so lewd you’re cock drunk now? who knew my mistress was a whore” the praise, now turned cruel, made aether sob between moans
“yes, yes! your mistress is just a whore, a lewd slut just for you mister, only you, please, make me yours! impregnate me!”
“as you wish, my love”
the pace was erratic now, the thrusts were off rhythm, chasing pleasure and satisfying primal instincts, the need to breed clouding pantalones mind
“you’re all mine now, mistress”
swiftly undoing the chain wrapped around his mistresses cocklet, he cums a ridiculous amount inside, hips stuttering as his cock twitches and releases in the wet heat
aether had a hazy look, his eyes dulled with lust, barely feeling his duck cum, just the sensation
of being filled with cum, his womb overfilled, and making his stomach bloat out like he was pregnant already
“all mine.”
fin ☀️
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