Academia II [MF] [Bondage] [Fingering] [Deepthroat] [Anal] [Multiple Forced Orgasms][Master/Slave Dynamics] [Overstimulation][Dub-Con]

*For you, D.*

A small parchment note was placed on top of a neatly folded white blouse on Muriel’s dresser. It bore the Soleion stamp. She tumbled out of her bed, the morning rays peeking through the window to grace her unclothed body. The previous night came into her mental view.

Elliott Soleion, that fucking bastard.

She stood in front of her mirror, examining her entire body. Her snowy white skin was littered with purple marks and peppered with faded pink ones. She faced her back to the mirror and pivoted her waist to see the damage done to her posterior. The hand-shaped welts had mostly faded, and the broken skin was already healed.

“I should challenge him to a sword fight when this week is over.” She proclaimed to her reflection. She paced around for a few moments, deep in thought about the ongoing deal they had. Eventually she gripped the sides of her mirror, violently shaking it as she stared down her ashamed reflection. She looked absolutely primal. Hair matted with blades of grass and twigs in it, body bruised and scratched, eyes full of rage – where was her dignity? Somewhere parading around with Elliott, she assumed. That pompous dick.

Academia [MF] [Bondage] [Teasing] [Fingering] [Deepthroat] [Anal] [Master/Slave Dynamics] [Non-Con]

In the centuries-old halls of Monarch Academy, only the brightest scholars tread. Only the most brilliant minds walk where the greats before them stood.

Among the students this year though, is a family rivalry that spans generations. One that is unrivaled in intensity, and predates the school’s own existence. The rivalry between the Soleion and D’hivernalles bloodlines is a fierce one of fire and ice that has drawn blood and caused many a blade to clash. This year, Elliott Soleion and Muriel D’hivernalles have been unwittingly avoiding each other. No one really knows their identities, though no one in their right mind would want to.

When the two family names were seen on the same parchment, the whole student body knew what it meant. They suspected that if the two found each other, it would end in murder. And…well, it almost did.

Kill Me If You Can [MF]

“Hey, Ell…” Muriel said, wrapping her fingers around Elliott’s hand. Elliott opened his eyes to the view of Muriel’s bright amber rings staring back at him. “Guess what day it is?”

“Mm… Anniversary?” Elliott yawned, pulling the blanket over his head to avoid the morning sun.

“Mhm.” Muriel ducked under the covers with him, kissing him all over his face. “What should we do today? Murder spree? Reenact our first encounter? Sleep allll day?”

“All good ideas.” Elliott said, returning the barrage of kisses. “Wanna take a fun lil’ bath?”

“Hmm, I am feeling pretty lazy today. A bath sounds nice.” Muriel agreed, nibbling Elliott’s neck.

“Want me to carry you?” Elliott asked, planting small kisses in Muriel’s bedhead mane.

“Mmmm, yes please.” Muriel excitedly accepted the offer. Elliott slowly rose from the sheets, stretching his arms overhead. They had gotten more toned over the past year, and Muriel had to admit she was enjoying it. He slipped out and off of the bed, walking over to Muriel’s side and sweeping her up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he brought her to the bath, setting her on the vanity and removing her nightgown.

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No Tenderness

(This is a rough draft that belongs somewhere in the Seasonal Killers timeline but I haven’t figured that out yet and probably won’t for awhile. So, have it while you wait! Not much context and we start off kinda halfway through the sesh but whatev. There are some continuity errors but whatever I’ll fix them next year)

“Please, please- it hurts so much, I-I can’t take it anymore!” Muriel sobbed. Elliott was pounding her from behind, with her ass raised for him to fuck her as hard and deep as possible. She clung onto the bedsheets for dear life, screaming and sobbing with each ruthless thrust. “F-fuck, fuck, please-”

“Beg me more.” Elliott growled, bucking his hips even faster. Muriel’s ass felt like it was being torn open by the massive dick inside of it. She could only muster up whimpers through the pain, trembling underneath Elliott’s beastly body. Angered by her silence, Elliott firmly grabbed her hands and brought them to meet at the center of her lower back, holding them in a painful stretch with one hand while he grabbed the back of her neck with the other. “BEG!”

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Down the Street [NonCon] [Overstimulation] [Bondage] [Part 1]

Synopsis: Elliott makes a trip to his neighbor’s house to claim her once and for all. By the end of the night, he has Muriel caught between obeying his every whim, or making him unleash his true colors.

*The real question is, what are his true colors, and what option does she choose?*

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Muriel and Elliott lived down the street from each other. They had an…*interesting* history, one could say. It wasn’t entirely friendly. You see, Elliott used to play music in his garage with his friends. Every now and then, he would see Muriel pass by. She was cute when she walked by, studded denim shorts framing her perfect ass, the tanktop she wore exposing a side view of her boobs.

He would call out to her, “Say hi to your neighbor!” And she would just look at him, laugh, and walk away without a word.

Elliott took that a little personally. Then again, it probably didn’t help that the friends he surrounded himself with were horny bastards that also wanted her. Elliott pushed that all aside. He knew he wanted her the most and he was going to have her one way or another.

In Bloom [MF] [Fantasy] [Edging] [Orgasm Denial]

Okay, prefacing this by saying this is actually just a oneshot with a solid bit of lore before the porn. That’s all. Not proofread or edited aside from grammar and spelling mistakes. Buckle up for a hefty read.

P.S. y’all already know how I love my open ended endings. Tell Jasevan what to do next. Maybe he’ll listen 😉

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You’d be surprised what you could find in a dense forest surrounding an abandoned ancient civilization. Or, maybe you wouldn’t. Strange, exotic and erotic plants make up a majority of the ground dwelling flora. The fauna, however, include a humanoid, bipedal, somewhat avian species of sorts that was previously undiscovered. That might turn some heads.

Jasevan was an avid explorer. After discovering a hidden journal in his flat’s floorboards with a map and journal detailing another explorer’s journey to these hidden lands, he set off to find out what was hiding in these vines that had mouths for flowers and hands for thorns. He spent years living in this wild and untamed place, aimlessly wandering and ceaselessly exploring.

Caffeinated [MF] [Sybian] [Torture] [BDSM][Non Con]

Please enjoy this absolute clusterfucktastrophe that highkey is making me regret ever learning the English language.

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Muriel D’hiver was an interesting student at her university. She carried herself with a fearsome grace, often taking drinking bets of Monster Energy. If her challenger won, they were given an opportunity to use her body for one full day. No one had ever won a bet against her. She had gone through several leather jackets, pairs of moto gloves, and many different hairstyles – yet the one thing that never changed was her inability to lose a bet.

That all changed when a transfer student named Elliott Ciotto arrived. He was an avid Monster drinker too. He took Muriel up on her bet. They tied drinking times for three whole cans. Muriel declared a brief parlay, to which Elliott offered a new term – if he could defeat her record, he would be granted two weeks with her instead of one day. She agreed, mind blurred by her dangerously caffeinated state. And, for the first time in history, she lost the bet.

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Unleash the Beast [MF] [Mdom] [Betting] Part 2

^(Open ended ending in case you want to give Elliott some ideas before Muriel wakes up again ) ?? –

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“What time is it?” Muriel shot up from a resting position on the bed, her memory beginning to fill in when she found herself still in Elliott’s room. She glanced at him, noting his nude self and relaxed demeanor as he sat with one knee folded to his chest on his chair, his other foot brushing the floor.

“It is 2:18 P.M. You passed out halfway through sucking off Elliott Jr.” Elliott chuckled, tucking a stray sweat-covered wisp of hair behind Muriel’s ear. She smiled cheekily at him.

“Maybe if my throat wasn’t half the size of your dick, that wouldn’t have happened.” She quipped. Elliott thought briefly.

“I can’t tell if that was an insult or not.” He blankly said.

“Well, I’m calling you huge, so take it as you will.” Muriel turned on the backlight of her watch and rubbed her eyes, yawning as she stepped off the bed. “I’m surprised I was only out for two hours. You’ve still got about twenty-three left with me.”

Unless the Beast [MF] [Mdom] [Betting] Part 1

*”Don’t go to parties, Riel. They’re full of horny fucks whose hearts and dicks you’ll break in seconds.”*

Warning words of wisdom were never very effective against Muriel. She was known locally at her university as ‘Eris, the Heartbreaker.’ She was notorious for taking bets with thirsty jocks and putting her own virginity on the line – but in two years and over sixty bets later, her legs were never spread.

She was something else. To many boys, she was a prize. For the lesbians and bisexual girls, she was a craving. To the Monster Energy vending machine, she was the bane of existence. She visited and emptied that machine in a matter of hours. She returned solely Monster cans every two days and always managed to get back over ten dollars from the deposits. It was a little ridiculous, and concerning, how much Monster she consumed.

Her friends, Laina and Louisa, suspected that her body was constantly caffeinated and that she was some otherworldly being that didn’t need sleep. Muriel herself said it was as close to correct as anyone would ever get.

The Neighbor [M/F] [bd] [Mdom] [nc]

“Say hi to your neighbor, remember?” a voice trailed down Muriel’s neck. The owner of the voice slid his hand across Muriel’s shoulders – muscular and broad for such a petite yet lean girl. She had short brunette hair that barely brushed past her chin and almond eyes with amber rings for irises. Her arms and legs were tightly bound to the bed with rope, the knots covered with duct tape to keep Muriel’s fidgeting fingers from untying them. She was fully nude, and had no qualms expressing her annoyance about her situation. “Didn’t I tell you it’s basic manners, Muri?”

“Is that what this is about, Elliott?” Muriel snapped her jaws at the hand as it traced her cheek. “A petty feud and a lack of greetings, hm?”

“Oh, Muriel, my sweet little ambrosia dove… You haven’t the slightest clue how much I’ve wanted you for all these years.” Elliott gripped Muriel’s chin, tilting it back and wrapping his other hand lightly around her neck. “All these years you’ve spent denying me…” He let go of her chin, undoing his jeans hastily and locking his grip around Muriel’s neck. Her face was flushed, and she felt a warm sensation beginning to pool near her unshaved downstairs bush. Even the senseless hairs seemed to be starting to tingle as Elliott’s grip tightened. “Silly girl… Your teasing has made me want you more and more. Every time I see you walk by I just want to grab you and make you all mine!”