[18+ Yandere Meowscarada x Reader] I'll Make Them All Disappear!

31 | Ta-da! I've Made Your Virginity... Disappear! Kinda...

The bathroom door is locked. The glass shower doors are shut. Running water has ceased to exist, the towel and change of clothes outside are untouched, and a pair of beautiful feline eyes looms pretentiously over you. Jewels sparkling out of the white humid steam that surrounds you. Two rubies bloodily gleaming, free from the restraints of what some say is a realm of mortality.

Her eyes...

No.

Meowscarada's mere presence reeks of sheer dominance. She has seen you with another "woman." She has caught you with your pants down, literally. She has seen the very thing she has had nightmares of seeing — those dirty dreams have come true. The careless look on the Salazzle's face will forever be burned into Meowscarada's retinas; she will never forget the distant obliviousness the reptile feigned — the same reptile who took your virginity without Meowscarada's permission.

Not to say Meowscarada would give any living being the green light to freely mate with a gem like you. Not in a million years. She plans, even in death, to haunt your spirit so that it may never come close to sharing intimacy with anyone unworthy of your love. And in her eyes, no one will ever be worthy. She is the only one capable of pleasing you, of loving you, of keeping you safe. A newly-caught Salazzle will not change that. You are not the one in control. You have never had control.

As far as Meowscarada is concerned, you belong to her.

"No," you say, your voice quivering with fear. "We can't. We can't, we can't, we can't — I promise, Meowscarada, I'm not lying to you."

Meowscarada pushes her body into you, her breasts squishing against your chest like mounds of jelly. Her tail is wagging, hips gently swaying side to side in an attempt to attract your eyes and further spread the warmth of her body.

"Hush now," she says, disregarding your every word. "The more you resist, the more I'm thinking you really did breed with that succubus reptile... and you're just lying to me."

"I'm not!"

"You know I hate liars." Meowscarada's eyes trace your body. From your face to your chest and up again, all while one of her paws climbs your lower half, scaling the bridges between your stomach and your thighs. Smooth fur dances up and down your skin, running across your body like a warm blanket of fuzz, and soon Meowscarada's fingers are inching closer to your crotch.

"M-Meowscarada! Wait!"

You try to move but she has you right where you'd expect her to have you. Pinned. Back against the wall, bodies intertwined, no such thing as escape for you — not while the magician strives in the pursuit of clarity. Clarity that you are clean and devoid of any filth left by Salazzle. The only way to remove a harpy's filth is to override it with a much cleaner body. The only way to wash away resilient grime is scrubbing it with the perfect sponge.

The only way Meowscarada is going to be satisfied is if you, finally, breed with her and her alone.

"Come on, pitch a tent already," she purrs and pulls away from your chest just far enough to look down between your legs. "Am I not good looking enough for you?"