Eyes of Blue, Heart of Stone (Baroness X Femme Reader)

Horny Talk

Taking a swig of wine, you were interrupted by Victoria whining in your ear, "I'm bored." Her eyes told a different story. She was not bored, no no no. Victoria Von Hellman was a horny little girl "You poor dear Victoria." You teased.

"How about a little engagement gift from me?"

"That would be lovely."

The Baroness took you to your bedchambers and laid you down. She dropped her outfit and changed into a more sexual outfit. "We really need to wash tha-" your musing was cut short with Victoria putting her face in you.

"Happy engagement, love. Or should I say happy engagement, ma'am!" She smirk, her tongue rolling around your vagina.

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Engagement. Far from fun the last time.

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"Hans, isn't it?" The headmistress shook the young boys hand. "Pleasure to meet you Madam Hardgreaves." He greeted. "This is Victoria, your future wife.

Blue eyes met blue eyes. One foul, one fair.

Her long bony fingers stabbed into the girls shoulder. "Greet him." She growled.

"I- I'm Victoria."

"I'm Hans."

He sounded kind for the first and last time in his miserable life. His gentle voice was a public thing. His true voice drained her. It made her ill. Made her loath her hourglass body. The bloating. The pregnancy. He made her hate it all. Yet when then locked eyes, he was a ray of hope.

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That was all she got for a so called "engagement" the first time around. A ring and a fake sense of hope and safety. She swore to herself that she absolutely needed to make what would be your only engagement nothing by absolute and utter perfection.

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"Oh god!" You screamed in pleasure, arching your back higher and higher to let The Baroness push her face into you. "Aww, good girl Y/N." Victoria cooed, massaging your thighs, that were on fire. "It's Y/N ma'a-" her mouth shut you up with a moan of pleasure. "Fuck! Fuck! Victoria don't stop!"

Her hands were supple and soft against your skin and her plump lips were like silk coating your nether regions.

"Victori- Vic- Vi-" your words slurred as your orgasm crept closer and closer into the deserved spotlight. "Scream for me, my precious." Victoria demanded, kindly.

You complied.

You would and will always comply for her.

A floorboard creaked and Victoria, turning at a remarkable speed, nearly cracked her neck. A blinding flash hit you both.

That bitch.

Anita Darling is a dead woman walking.