MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
"Control?" She mused darkly, "Oh darling..."
She lifts her right hand and caresses the skin of your neck, her dark eyes traverse down the collar of your blouse. You watch her closely, your stomach twists with excitement as yo...
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Pairing: Demon monarch! Irene x human fem reader ____________________ Warnings: Religious themes briefly stated here, mentions of anti-Christs, physical altercation of Irene, heavy breeding (honestly wtf), graphic mention of a particular duo being beaten to a pulp and eating their heart out by Irene but hey she's protective of you and her baby-, penetrative sex, cum-play, creampie, Irene's forked tongue, clit biting Idk, impregnating kink, unprotected sex (what's new?), possessive sex, demonic characteristics such as heated skin, vaginal sex, biting, a bit of blood, cunnilingus, cum cum CUM, like buckets of it please kill me now-, choking, overstimulation and multiple orgasms. ____________________ Synopsis: She digs deeply into you, like a thorn of a red flower stuck into your body, demanding you to love her while your wrists are bound. ____________________ Little side note:
To avoid confusion, here are the other parts because this isn't a stand-alone type of one-shot: - Devil's bite - Devil's brand - Mephistopheles' Carnality ____________________
You felt like....drowning.
Your lungs burned as the endless sea of darkness takes you, making you sink deeper to the bottom, legs tired from trying to swim to reach the surface, and it's because there's one thing you know in this place where you're drowned.
There is no surface...
The water cold as ice, yet it burns your skin as if you were being lit ablaze, all until-
A thin gold string hooked itself around your neck, you gasped as the cold string wraps around the skin. Like a noose, as you stop going down, its grip isn't tight, like a necklace clinging on to your neck, your body on a standstill, standing afloat on the cold, dark waters.
Suddenly, the currents became strong, almost knocking you out of place if the string hadn't tied you down, Irene's figure floats in front of you, her raven-like hair sprawled, her alabaster skin glows and her face remained stoic. To try to back away but it was no use, the string kept you still as she inched closer towards your frozen figure, her warm hands cupped your cheeks.
"Y/N," Her voice distant, like there's wool filtering her voice, "Welcome to the underworld."
You jolt awake with a strangled gasp, your body cold to the bone, teeth clattering as you begin to shiver, your body and clothes soaked from wherever that was in the dream.
You get up from your bed, hands rubbing your arms in a futile attempt to bring warmth to your body, your clothes sticking to the skin, exposing your undergarments whilst your legs maneuver you to your kitchen to drink cold water and at least soothe your panicked state, the older woman's words repeat inside your head.
'Welcome to the underworld'
You take a light sip and placed it on the countertop, the glass clinking as it makes contact with the marble counter. This is the first time you've ever had such a dream, the dream of being swallowed by a dark, endless cold chasm. And you never want to experience that ever again. Not in a million years!
