Distressing Dominance | Owl House x Reader

The End

The real act began after she threw me down on the ground. Eda's movements were rough, animalistic, and she held my wrists above my head with a grip that was surprisingly strong. I was at her mercy, and she took full advantage of it. Every thrust was a declaration of her power, a claiming of what she saw as rightfully hers.

As she rode me, her eyes never left mine, burning with a fiery intensity that sent shivers down my spine. She whispered dark spells into my ear, the words a strange mix of pleasure and pain that had me writhing beneath her. Her nails dug into my skin, leaving trails of fire that seemed to mingle with the passion building inside me.

The demon within me was enraged, but it was also aroused, feeding off the power dynamic that was playing out between us. It didn't matter that she was in control, it only cared about the strength of the bond we were forging. With every thrust, every bite of her teeth on my lip, I could feel the barrier between us dissolving, the power we shared growing stronger.

But I had to resist. I had to try. I couldn't let Eda consume me entirely. With a desperate surge of willpower, I broke the kiss, my teeth clicking together as I pulled away from her. "No," I said again, my voice stronger this time. "I'm not going to be your plaything."

Her eyes flashed with anger, but there was something else there, something darker. "You think you have a choice?" she hissed, her grip on my wrists tightening. "You're mine now, Y/N. You're going to do exactly what I say, or I'll make sure you wish you never set foot in this realm."

The demon inside me roared in protest, fighting against the bond she was trying to forge. I could feel its power surging, desperate to break free of her control. I knew I had to act fast, or I would be lost to her forever.

With a primal scream, I channeled every ounce of human emotion I had left into a burst of pure light that erupted from my chest, pushing Eda away from me. She flew back, landing on the ground with a thud, her eyes wide with shock. The demon within me, no longer content to be a passive observer, lashed out at her with fiery tendrils of rage after it left my body.

The creature that was once a part of me wrapped around her, consuming her in a whirlwind of light and shadow. The room around us shuddered and cracked as the two beings clashed, their power resonating through every corner of the Owl House. I could see the fear in Eda's eyes as she realized that she had underestimated me, that the human she had sought to dominate had become something more.

I stumbled to my feet, my body aching from the exertion, and stumbled over to my discarded clothes. As I pulled them back on, the demon's howls grew more desperate, echoing the pain and anger that I felt. Each piece of clothing felt like armor, protecting me from the onslaught of emotion that threatened to overwhelm me.

As the demon and Eda continued their fierce battle, I knew I had to end this before it was too late. I couldn't let them destroy each other, or worse, the Owl House and everyone I had come to care about. I searched the room, my eyes finally landing on the remnants of the human exhibit. The book that had given me my power lay open, pages fluttering in the chaos.

I took a deep breath and focused on the words I had read, the incantation that had brought me this far. Drawing on the strength of my newfound bond with the demon, I began to chant again, my voice shaking with determination. The air around us grew thick with magic, the pressure building until it felt like my head would split in two.

And then, it happened. The demon and Eda exploded in a blast of light and dark energy so intense that it knocked me off my feet. The room was filled with the sound of shattering glass and splintering wood as the house groaned under the strain. When the dust cleared, the demon was gone, its essence dispersed into the ether, and so was Eda.

I stumbled out of the house, my eyes stinging and my heart racing. The night was eerily quiet, the festival having come to a standstill. And there, standing on the porch, was the Emperor, his smile as cold and calculating as ever. "Ah, Y/N," he said, his voice like velvet. "I've been looking for you. I see that you took care of Eda, good job."

My eyes widened in horror. "Where is the Titan?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

The Emperor's smile grew even colder. "Gone, just like everyone else that you cared about," he said simply. "But not forgotten. Now, I believe we have some unfinished business. You see, I've been watching you, Y/N. I've seen the potential within you, the power that Eda could never truly harness. And I have a proposal."

With a dramatic flourish, he handed me the mask of an elite warrior, the very one Hunter had worn so proudly. "Serve me, and I will grant you the power that you deserve," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Together, we can conquer the Boiling Isles and beyond. You will be my right hand, my hunter of rogue witches and demons. I will show you our true intentions, not the twisted ones that Eda presented you. I will grant you the chance to visit the human realm whenever you like."

With a heavy heart, I agreed to his proposal. I knew it was a deal with the devil, but what other choice did I have? The thought of returning to my mundane life, without the friends and magic that had come to mean everything to me, was too much to bear. Plus, there was something about the Emperor's words that resonated with me, something that hinted at a deeper truth that Eda had kept hidden from me. Perhaps there was a way to balance the two worlds, to find a place for humans and demons to coexist peacefully. After seeing Eda's real face, maybe the Emperor was right...maybe all those damned witches should burn.

The moment I placed the mask on my face, I felt a rush of power so intense it was almost euphoric. My muscles bulged, and the air around me crackled with energy. I could feel the strength of a hundred demons coursing through my veins. The weight of the mask was surprisingly comforting, like a warm embrace from an old friend. It was as if the mask had been waiting for me, whispering secrets of power and dominance into my very soul.

The Emperor's eyes lit up with approval as he watched the transformation. He patted me on the shoulder, a gesture that was both affectionate and possessive. "You see, Y/N," he said, his voice echoing in my mind, "this is where you truly belong. Now, let's burn some witches." I nodded, my thoughts swirling with a mix of excitement and dread.

The End