Monster's Pet
patreon
EXTRA Day 5. Monster-kinktober: Ancient God + Branding/Uniform
🕑 Added 2024-10-02 15:30:02 +0000 UTCA/N: This is very much inspired by Dyonisius but let’s say it’s just any Greek God in case you want to think about somebody else. Also, not much plot, just self-indulgent cringy porn. Enjoy!
Greek God x male!reader || dom/sub dynamic (lightly), rimming, oral sex, branding, overstimulation, dirty talk (lightly)
When he suggested the idea you didn’t know what to say, but it took less than two minutes for him to convince you. You were very much incoherent as soon as your dick was in his mouth, either way.
So that’s how you find yourself wearing a maid costume and trying to act like you are cleaning when you are only walking around looking slutty as he watches and rubs his dicks over his pants. He looks sinful and your knees are already weak just catching a sight of him on the corner of your eye. The brand on the back of your thigh is burning, like it does every time you are close to him. He made sure to brand you as his own as soon as you started dating, not wanting to leave it to the other gods to find you and have their way with you... He’s possessive like that, and you like him that way. You like him controlling and a little rough. And you love when he caresses the brand, which is so sensitive and tender that you can almost come from just that. You want to beg him to touch it. You want to beg him to touch you, but he only stares at your exposed ass and licks his lips, his hand going faster over his dick.
After no more than ten minutes you had had enough. You are too impatient to play this role much more time, so you walk until you are in front of him on the sofa. “I think I missed a spot,” you say as you bend down in front of him, your ass completely exposed. You are sure he can see exactly how excited you are to be his maid today.
His mouth finds your hole at the same time as his hand finds your shaft. And he’s ruthless. He starts eating your ass out as he jerks you in a frantic motion, devouring you as he moves his hand. You are losing control of yourself so fast you couldn’t even say your own name if somebody asked.
He giggles when you moan like a whore, his hand accelerating and his tongue tracing the most intoxicating patters against your hole. “You are such a needy maid, you didn’t even clean and you are here expecting to get a reward… what a whore,” he insults you and you moan again. He’s right, you are such a whore for him. “You think moving your ass around and bending over is going to make me want to fuck you? You are right, but now I’m not going to do it,” he says with the most obnoxious tone ever. Sometimes you hate to be dating a god.
“Please…” You beg, pushing your ass back and whimpering when his hand tightens around your dick.
“You don’t get to say anything or decide anything. You are my maid and I do what I please with you. Now shut up and let me eat your asshole, it looks so pretty when puffy and shiny with my saliva.” You want to laugh, but your body is languid under his ministrations, and his hand never stops moving against your dick and balls, milking you in the most awesome way.
And when you think you can’t take it no more, he presses his free hand against your brand and your brain turns into jelly, your legs give out under you and you scream as the first shoot of come lands on the table in front of you. You scream his name over and over, but he doesn’t relent.
Every time he caresses the brand in your leg, you come again, in a waterfall of pleasure that leaves you dizzy and with trembling legs. But his strong hands hold you up as he feasts on your hole, only stopping to take a long sip of his vodka bottle next to you on the table.
He keeps going… and going… and going… You don’t even know when you end and his tongue starts anymore, your asshole is so pliant under his tongue that you think he could fuck you right now and you wouldn’t even realize…
“Vodka ran out, maid go get more,” he orders patting you on the ass-cheek and taking his hands away from your quivering body. You fall face first onto the table and hear him laugh as he apologizes between even more laughs.
He’s definitely not sorry at all (and you landed on all your come, ew).
