The Gun | Gaston x Reader

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The day in the village started as usual. As the sun rose, I got up and put on my work dress. I hurried out of my room and go into the garden, tending to the chickens while my sleepy sisters started eating breakfast. I got up early like usually to do my morning chores. I let the birds out of the hen house and scattered the grain on our slightly damp soil. It rained recently and I hate rain because then I can't see HIM. I took the eggs and quickly ran into the pantry, where I put them on the appropriate shelf. Then I took the bowl with the remains of last night's dinner and put it next to our dog's kennel. My sisters, by then fed and dressed, went out to start doing their chores. From then on I had two to three hours off.

I quickly went to my room and opened the modest wardrobe. I chose a dress made of red fabric with a pattern that is currently very fashionable in Paris. I managed to arrange my hair in curls and tie it with a gold ribbon. It's time to shine again in the eyes of the village residents.

I walked along the side path towards the bakery, mentally counting down the minutes until the show started. I felt excitement rising in my veins. Ever since Bella disappeared, I was the most beautiful girl in the village. Finally, all the light and attention from others came to me.

I came around the corner at the perfect moment. The villagers had already started singing their daily song, but now it was about me. Unlike Bella, I was respected here. With a slight blush, I walked down the street, greeting everyone and singing my solo part again with my beautiful voice. Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever and the joy (and the song) stopped when I entered the tavern. Here I usually order a drink with ice and then go shopping.

Inside it was like an ordinary tavern. Dirty, dark and full of drunk people. My eyes, as usual, moved towards the armchair belonging to the most handsome and best gentleman I have ever met, Gaston. Luckily he was there. He gave me a smile and a lustful look. I respond timidly to give him a sense of dominance over me. I know he liked it. Unfortunately, as usual, something had to stand in my way. That poor, whore Bella. Gaston openly declared in front of everyone his willingness to be engaged to her and as long as she live, she would never reject him again, he has to be faithful to her. It was giving me a fever. What I would give to be able to get rid of her evermore.

I ordered a drink and received it quickly, despite the long queue. However, no one was angry about it, after all, every man here admired my charms, but I was only loyal to Gaston. I grabbed my drink and hurried out of the tavern. I decided it would be better to change my route this once and take a shortcut to the store through the dark alleys. Thinking hatefully about Bella exhausted me completely.

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I wandered through the alleys, feeling in my gut that I was getting closer to the store, and therefore the end of my visit to the city. Soon I will have to return to my family home and work in the garden or sew until the evening. I sighed sadly.

'My beautiful lady, why are you so depressed?' I heard rough, masculine, sexy voice. I turned around and saw the man of my dreams. Gaston was staring into my eyes.

'Oh, Gaston, it's nothing. I'm tired of working with the pigs because I'd like to spoil my husband instead' I said with theatrical sigh. Gaston moved closer to me and I was able to see a slight bulge in his pants. I felt moisture in my underwear and moved my body appropriately to expose my large breasts. I blinked at him knowingly.

'Oh, I can't wait any longer!' He screamed and he knelt in front of me, what surprised me a bit. 'I have wanted your body for a long time. I was a fool to think about Bella, because you are a thousand times better than her. Please let me have a sexual experience with you!'

I bit my lip. I had dreamed about it for a long time, but I wasn't sure if it was right. The rules of etiquette and morality of our village clearly forbade it, but Bella was gone, she disappeared , and I was here with a heart full of adoration for this horny dick, Gaston, that is.

'Oh Gaston, take me here and now!' I replied and the man smiled at me.

He grabbed me and pushed me hard against the wall. I let out a graceful moan, and he immediately appeared next to me and lifted up my dress. Our lips connected in a passionate kiss, and our tongues rubbed against each other erotically. Gaston started massaging my entrance with his fingers and I moaned. I had wanted this so badly for so long, I couldn't wait any longer. I lowered his pants and guided his penis to the right place. Gaston entered me and moved faster than a galloping horse. I dug my nails into his ample shoulders and let out a loud moan. He rubbed his lips against mine again, immediately pushing his tongue as deep as possible.

Finally, after a while, his sperm filled me inside. I couldn't hide my happiness. Not only from the fact that I managed to make love with the man of my dreams, but also that his firstborn brat would be born from this white fluid inside me.

'It was beautiful, Gaston, but unfortunately we cannot reveal our love to others. Unless we do something with Bella' I said, when I had composed myself to a decent state.

'Oh, We don't have to do anything with her' He said.

I didn't know what he meant. Gaston grabbed his shotgun, quickly aimed it at me and fired. I felt a piercing pain in my chest. Dark spots appeared before my eyes and I fell to the ground. This is how I died...

I hope you like it. This story was originally in polish, my native language. This translation probably isn't the best, but here we are. Okay.

Have a nice dick!