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Risky Rendezvous

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PROMPTS

petplay: All good pets need to be trained. Of course, they naturally want to please master or mistress, so taking to the leash and collar is in their blood. You may want to give them a helping hand, though, and keep those temptations like acting like a human out of their sights.

daddy/baby girl: Or something more gender neutral. Whatever the case, you love taking care of your little one and spoiling them...unless they need punished for being a brat. They may be too young, but you can't help yourself.

medical play: The doctor will see you now.

bondage: Whips and chains excite you. Ropes aren't too bad, either.

religious: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. And now, I'll have to confess it all.

let go: You've got all your shit together in life. In your private life, though, you like to let go and lose yourself - either by being rough and controlling someone else or being controlled.

student/teacher: Young teacher, the subject of school girl fantasies. You know the drill. Somebody's staying after class.

non-con: They say no, but you know they mean yes.

master/servant: Maid or butler uniform optional.

newlyweds: There's nothing like your wedding night.

cheating: Your cheatin' heart may or may not be in the right place.

robbery: Give up all your goods and give up something else, too.

incest: It's all relative.

crossdressing: Girls will be girls and boys will be girls.

police: Ready for a game of good cop, bad cop?

wanton: Oe of you has all the trappings of a slut, with all that ill-repute, and the other has to put them in their "place." Dirty talk, sexy clothing, toys, maybe even glory holes, oh my! The more perverse, the better.

strangers: You'd never do this with someone you just met! Good thing you've really known each other forever.

prostitution: All the naughtiness of an appointment between a prostitute and a John.

nurturing: We know all of you love a mother or father figure.

someone else: Usually, a lover calling out someone else's name is anathema, but now, it's apropos..

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

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Y-Yes mother-!!

[Well that caught his attention, bring him back to reality by reminding him that this is a punishment. A bittersweet form of punishment.

Not that it deters him, mind you.

He continues to thrust, waves of pleasure going through him each time he does. He's half curious about what would happen if he goes against her wishes, the other half curious about what he gets if he does comply. A maddening kind of torture that only Camilla could induce.

For now he decides(more like programmed at this point) to follow and continue to ram his cock into her pussy, but focuses on other things to try and delay his climax. Right now, it's the softness of her hair that's occupying him. That would help right? Right???]

[She knew this was a way that he'd actually stay under control. Pleasure was just as controlling as pain was. Though, if she hadn't reminded him he might have forgotten that entirely.

She reaches up and pulls his head down slightly so she can kiss him. If he can stop himself from climaxing from this then.. Well. She could make him do anything, right?]

[That's not fair. That's not fair at all. He'd finally found the balance of focus and pleasure that he needed to make Camilla climaxed first, but then she goes and does that.

Her lips were soft, succulent like her breasts, and the taste...It was maddening. Beautifully so. He moans into the kiss, forgetting himself....that is until he felt pressure build at his crotch. He pulls away and gasps for air, immediately starting to focus on something else, though his hips did slow down at this point.

He needed some kind of breathing room.]

[Fair or not, she had to do it. This was the final way of making sure Richter was completely hers. As he broke off the kiss her eyes narrowed. Judging by how he was slowing down it was easy to figure out why he did it--]

Don't stop.

[Camilla pulled him down again as if if she was going to kiss him.]

Or do you want to--ah--be punished?

[Do you see it? The look of fear and apology in his eyes? If she doubted Richter was hers, then that look alone should tell her. If she said jump, he'd say how high.

He immediately starts thrusting his hips again, accepting the damned if he did and damned if didn't situation he's in. Though the threat did help him try and postpone his climax, he can still feel the slight pressure.]

I-I-I'm sorry mother! I-It won't happen again!

[He gets to lay the princess of Nohr, but his pride and dignity have been shattered by the said princess. His own little slice of paradise and hell.]

[She sees it. It really was quite... cute. The punishment she was thinking of would be pleasurable to him but he didn't know that. Yet, anyway.

Camilla pats his shoulder.]

Y-you...you don't have sound so scared~

[Of course she'd think it was cute.]

I-I'm not scared...

[He was terrified. And horny. Terrified of being too horny. Did he mention this was his little slice of paradise and hell?

He bucks his hips faster, to try and make her forget that for a moment was indeed afraid, but at the same time he feels the pressure reach a point he can't control.]

M-Mother...I'm-...I'm close....

[He tries his best to repress the feeling, trying to hold on to the pleasure that's crawling around him. He tells his hips to slow down but they're not listening, his body clearly wanting to climax and his mind practically powerless to stop.]

F-faster...!

[Was she going to make him suffer just so she can punish him? Maybe. It wasn't as if she was hurting him, right?]

[Whether it was a command or a request was lost on him, he simply does. His hips start to buck faster against her, ramming his throbbing cock into her pussy. It feels so good to be inside her and the taste of her lips remained on his tongue. Delicious but dangerous.]

M-Mother--! C-Can I?? Please?!

[He was begging for it, the permission to release, the pressure was almost too much for him to bare. He was so close, like a rushing river during a storm, but he tries to delay it. What hope does he have to succeed, when pleasure wraps around him like a warm breeze. Also the feel of her bountiful breasts against his chest was driving him up the wall. Poor fella.]

[She was so close. Camilla felt almost every movement, even the slight movement of his chest against her breasts made her so tight. Her breathing was rough. Right. She should answer him. It's been long enough but then her own orgasm strikes.

Her hands tighten around him. In-between gasps she whispers,] Y-yes...

[That's all he needed to hear. Well, he wasn't actually sure if that was permission to climax or Camilla just feeling the pleasure. Whatever it was, he'll take it.

He bucks faster when her arms tighten around him and his lips move by themselves as he kisses her deeply, his tongue tangling around hers. He savors the taste of her, her warmth, and when it all reaches his brain, he lets go and finally climaxes at the height of his thrust.

He came deep inside her, his arms taut, chest out and back arched, as he shivered violently and let out a moan of absolute ecstasy.]

Haaa....haa....T-Thank you, mother....

[Camilla couldn't tell what she meant either. She had wanted to prolong it more, to make sure that he's ready for his next 'punishment'...though at the moment she couldn't care less. To have him practically orgasm just because she allowed him to was good enough for her.

She presses back into the kiss, trying to catch her breath as he climaxes inside her her. Finally she is allowed to breathe again.]

Ah... g-good boy... You did so well, are you ready for a reward?

Reward?...

[Oh right this was a punishment earlier. His breathing is still ragged and his head a little fuzzy but he does register enough to comprehend her words.]

Ummm...yes, mother.

Now...if you pull out, I'll let you sit on my lap. I bet you would like to suck on my breasts, wouldn't you?

[That's a good reward, right?]

[Nope. That is indeed a reward.]

Yes mother.

[He does as he says, hesitantly pulling out then eyeing her breasts like a meal.]

I-I'll wait for you to get comfy, mother.

[Now tell him to sit. Shake. Roll over. Good boy.]

[She sits up, patting his head like a favorite pet. If she could get him to do this in the matter of hours then Richter was going to be a fun toy, after all. Finding a comfortable position to sit with her legs dangling off the table she patted her lap.]

You can sit, now. Though... I was wondering, don't you think 'mother' is a little mature? You're such a good boy but you're so young...

[Well. Might as well try this while he's so receptive.]

I think I'd like you to call me 'mama' instead. [Perhaps she's pushing it just a little but her curiosity was strong.]

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