Drown Me in Lemons

Flare x Reader x Blade : An Ice Wolf's Pride

CW: slave/master dynamic, forced orgasm, noncon, overstimulation

You glared viciously at your captor. Her triumphant, sadistic smirk only served as salt in your wounded pride as an Ice Wolf assassin. The fact that your target had not only evaded and predicted your mission, but also captured and kept you cut worse than the mild torture you'd already been forced to endure. Flare's obsessive nature of you made you uncomfortable and left you looking for any means of escape. Not to mention Blade also hovering around and trying to find ways to get you alone.

Your thoughts staggered back to the present as you heard the door to your cell creak open. Your fur bristled angrily and you bore your fangs at the princess as she entered your space. Your claws scraped the stone floor beneath you as you felt your entire body tense.

"Has attacking me ever worked in your favor, Y/n?" she asked condescendingly.

The fact that she was treating you as if you were some dumb mutt, sent your blood into a boil. Your glare worsened as you spat, "The more I try to tear you apart the better a chance I have at achieving my goal."

You felt adrenaline push through every muscle in your body as you flung yourself at Flare. Your captor watched you calmly as you lunged at her. Your attempt was sloppy. Pathetic and slow and nothing compared to the pride you had been raised with. Flare side stepped your attempt easily, watching you land messily on the floor beside her.

Without sparing a second, her foot digs into your side, flinging your malnutritioned body across the jail floor. "God, you're pathetic," she spits, strutting closer to you before digging her fingers into your hair. You thrash in her grip as she drags you towards the outside of the cell.

"I'm not going with you!" you scream defiantly, claws digging into her hand.

She only laughs at your struggle. "What's wrong, Mutt? Don't you remember? We're on a mission for your true name," her words were practically sung as she dragged you away from the cold safety your cell had brought you.

The room she threw you into was bright with wooden flooring. It smelled of cleaner and her surroundings were full of different instruments and tools, all of which made your stomach twist with an uneasiness you'd felt only since your failed attempt at the princesses life. The only stark difference about the other times Flare had thrown you here and this time, was the blonde sitting with her slender legs crossed. The tight black lingerie hugging her pale skin sent a chill down your spine. Her green eyes sparkled with some sinister as she watched you scramble into another defensive crouch.

"Why's she here?" you ask, your tone a snarl.

Flare's smile could be heard in her voice as you watched blade stand and walk closer to you. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Blade's presence alone was suffocating, but as she walked towards you and stretched out her hand you felt yourself freeze. You couldn't react as you felt her smooth skin caress your face for a moment, holding eye contact with you as you felt the fear of your situation overtake you.

"Do you want her restrained?" Flare asked.

Blade scoffed at the idea and you felt yourself cringe away from her. "Pinning them down is part of the fun," she stated as her eyes fixated on you.

As you felt your senses return to you, you felt yourself scanning the room for any weak points, your eyes darting between the gaps between Blade and Flare. Apparently, it wasn't the heroes first time containing someone willful, because before you knew what was happening, Blade had grabbed onto one of your precious ears and yanked you to the floor. You screeched as you felt the skin pull uncomfortably, struggling as she pressed your face into the stone floor before pinning you down.