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[CONTENT WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A FANTASY WHICH MIGHT MAKE PEOPLE UNCOMFORTABLE, AS IT INVOLVES A ROUGH DUB/**** FANTASY. You can read the beginning and the end parts without issue, just skip between the page breaks.]

There was a quiet tension as she thought. Her face brightened for a moment, obviously something coming to mind, but her brow furrowed quickly, and she shook her head, her face scrunching again as she focused.

John let out a quiet chuckle and smiled as he stroked her hair. “Hey, Vee. Don’t think too hard. You thought of another, so let's hear it.”

Her eyes widened, and her entire face blushed. She quickly turned around, unintentionally pulling John with her. Rather than replying, she let out a muffled squeak.

“It’s only a fantasy, Violet. I wanna know the kinds of things you’re into. Plus, now you’re acting like this, it’s got me intrigued. I’m not gonna judge or anything. Though I can’t promise it will be something I’m into or anything,” John said, his fingers still lightly rubbing between her legs.

She let out a muffled whimpering moan. “F-fine,” she said, huffing slightly. “But… you can’t be upset, and it’s not like it’s something I’m super into, it’s just something I’ve thought about once or twice.”

Nodding, John hummed in the affirmative, waiting to hear what she was **** to share. There was a long pause, and it seemed like Violet might have had second thoughts, but she took a long, deep breath before beginning.

Everything seemed to go wrong during the day, and frustration was on the precipice of boiling over after all he’d endured. Planning on venting alone using his computer, John almost stomped into his room, but his senses were assaulted upon entering.

The air itself felt like it hit him, a smog of arousal acting as a pheromone thick in the air. If the air itself didn’t already cause John’s body to react, the sounds of pleasure coming from his bed certainly did.

His jeans tightened, hearing cries and moans emanating from Violet’s phone, voices he instantly recognised as his own mixed with Ellie’s, while Violet let out quiet whimpers and moans which chorused with the ones on screen.

Lust rising in him, John turned to look at his bed to see Violet’s smooth, perfect backside, raised by a pillow planted between her legs. She was too enraptured pistoning her fingers feverishly in and out of her pussy, her digits squelching as she pleased herself.

A haze fogged John’s mind and he felt freedom as his clothing vanished, allowing his cock to bounce and throb as he marched closer to Violet. The pale girl gasped and giggled as John climbed on top of her, swaying her hips to tease John which caused his dick to centre between her soft cheeks.

John clenched his jaw as he leaned down, lips grazing Violet’s ear. “I don’t remember telling you that you could fuck yourself in my bed, much less to a video of me or with my pillow,” he whispered, his voice a low growl. “It’s time someone put you in your place.”

Violet giggled again, oblivious to John’s intentions. “Oh? And how will you punish lil old me?” she questioned with impish playfulness. John pushed her down, using a hand do guide his dick, sliding the tip down her butt cleavage, momentarily pressing against her puckered asshole for a moment as if considering it before readjusting to aim right for her dripping pussy. “Oh, John, w-”

Her objection was cut short as John hooked two fingers into her mouth, pulling back a little. A panicked yelp escaped her lips as John pushed his hips forward, grunting as he was met with a little resistance. “A little tight here, aren’t you?” he asked with a teasing and tormenting tone.

Unable to speak, Violet let out a grunt and a hum, which turned into a yelping cry as John realigned himself and pressed his weight down to break through the resistance. Something clicked when his cock was completely embedded inside of her. He leaned in once again. “Is this your first time?” he asked, receiving only a nod as a tear rolled down her cheek. “Better get used to it, I’m not done with you.”

A slow, rhythmic slap echoed in the room as John retracted and slammed his hips against Violet’s ass. The grunts and cries of pain coming from the spirit slowly became tinged with hints of pleasure.

Despite the treatment, John felt Violet tighten around him as she began to cum, her body shivering as she let out a mixture of a moan and cry. John didn’t relent though, Violet had no time to recover as he continued pounding her, his pace only slightly quickening. The stimulation while she was so sensitive only sent her into another orgasm, and another and another.

Finally removing his fingers from her mouth, Violet almost managed to speak, but John’s hands tightened around her neck. With the leverage, John turned their bodies off the edge of the bed, pushing Violet’s top half down and pressing her face into the rug on his bedroom floor.

The sound of their bodies colliding quickened as John’s thrusts became shallower, fucking her into the ground. Violet’s objections died, ragged breaths and babbling the only sounds coming from her as her eyes rolled back and drool escaped her lips.

Feeling his orgasm building, he roughly pulled out, removing his hands from her neck; he flipped her so she was upside down, hanging off the bed. His fingers dug into her thighs as he began to jackhammer his cock into her. A look of delirious bliss plastered her drool and tear-stained face.

She let out a cry as she felt torrent after torrent of cum flowing into her, setting off another orgasm. Pulling out, he watched her body spasm as cum dripped from her overflowing pussy onto her body and face beneath her, further ruining her hair and make-up.

He grabbed the panties she’d tossed on the floor and cleaned himself off. He looked down at her with a hint of disgust. “Fucking slut,” he groused, throwing the ruined panties at her. Scoffing, he turned away and headed for the door, leaving his used toy in a heap covered and steeping in a mixture of their fluids.

John had listened politely, his cock throbbing in Violet’s grasp occasionally as she continued to idly stroke him and the wet sounds of his fingers slowly rubbing between Violet’s legs only grew louder with how aroused she’d become.

Despite what his body was doing, however, John felt a large pit forming in his stomach and Violet had been too engrossed in the fantasy to notice. A shiver brought Violet back, and she turned to look John in the eyes.

Her entire face fell and a wave of anxiety washed over her face. “I… y-you said you wouldn’t judge o-or be u-upset,” she mumbled.

John couldn’t think of what he could even say; instead he just wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, hoping to give both of them time to calm down and to allow him to get his thoughts and feelings in order.

Despite Violet finally calming, John couldn’t, his stomach was in knots. “I wouldn’t…” he started, tightening his hug and burying his head in Violet’s shoulder. “I couldn’t… you don’t think I’d do that do you?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Realisation dawned on Violet and she returned the hug in kind. “Of course not,” she reassured. “This is why I was hesitant, I know you’d never hurt me, and it’s only a fantasy. You’ve written dozens of stories involving situations you wouldn’t be comfortable with in real life, or written people acting in ways you know you never would.

“Could it be hot if you treated me like a sex toy for your pleasure? Maybe? But the only reason I’d even be comfortable with you doing that is because I trust you completely…” Violet explained, taking a deep breath after essentially word vomiting.

The explanation seemed to reassure John, and though still feeling a little tense, the knots had vanished. Violet squeezed him. “Hey, so, I guess that kinda killed the mood a little, how about another fantasy? It will be from my point of view this time.”

John let out a deep breath and nodded, jumping slightly as Violet’s fingers coiled around his dick again. His surprise quickly shifted to how he’d remained hard despite his feelings. He shook off the tension as they both settled on the bed again together as Violet began her next story.

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