Hosie - I Can't Live Without You

Endless Bliss

Okay, listen, this is the most self indulgent thing I've ever wrote. Born out of a thought: how many kinks can I cram into a single scene? The answer? Yes.

Now I'm being impulsive and posting it without giving it a final review cuz honestly I can't stand to look at this any longer. I've been trying to finish this damn thing for over two years yall...Anyway, here are 40 pages of Penelope and Josie fucking Hope absolutely senseless, read it before I regret my actions and delete it 🙃And for the love of God, please share your reactions cuz I need the interactions. It's been rough, yall. 😬

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Tags: Consensual non-consent, BDSM, Fantasy, Magic, Threesome, Dominance/Submission, Orgasm Control, Bondage, Explicit, Intense, Prolonged Orgasm, Forced Orgasm, Lactation, Double Penetration, Breast Play, Clit Play, G-Spot Stimulation, Anal Play, Oral Sex, Fingering, Vibrators/Sex Toys, Ball Gag, Breath Play, Edging, Subspace, Power Exchange, Consent, Emotional Intensity, Desperation, Surrender, Helplessness, Pleasure Overload, Crying, Begging, Magical Enhancement, Spellwork, Body Manipulation,

Everything that Happens here happens with Hope's previous consent. 

Penelope has a silver bracelet with a tiny ruby that's enchanted to allow her to control Hope. Literally. Whatever command she gives Hope while using the bracelet's power, Hope will do. The commands bypass any choice or feeling or opinion Hope might have, her body will instantly move to obey the command given to her. (Again, this is totally consensual as it was Hope herself who charmed the bracelet and gave Penelope her full consent to use it however she sees fit.) Hope uses CNC (Consensual Non-Consent) as a form of dealing with the childhood trauma of being possessed by the Hollow, and since then the feeling of losing control haunts her. Her surrendering control to Penelope is a form for her to heal and take control back. 

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Hope sighed into Josie's mouth as their lips moved in a slow, exploratory rhythm, the warmth of their bodies pressing together atop the plush comfort of the massive Alaskan king bed. The late afternoon light filtered through sheer curtains, casting golden hues across the bedroom, and there was a faint scent of pine and burning wood from the fireplace lingering in the air.

The sheets were already rumpled from their tangled limbs. Josie's soft hands explored Hope's skin with an almost reverent touch, fingers skimming over the heat of her body as if memorizing every curve and dip. Hope shivered under her attention, every delicate caress sending shivers down her spine, making her hyper-aware of the tiny shifts in their tangled embrace.

It was sweet, this moment between them. New. The culmination of years of friendship now shifting into something different—something charged, thrilling, and just a little overwhelming in the best way. Josie's fingertips traced the curve of Hope's waist, her tongue flicking playfully against her lips before she deepened the kiss again, her body half-draped over Hope's in a lazy sprawl. Every move was measured, careful, as if Josie was savoring the chance to learn Hope's body from a new perspective, to explore her in ways they had never dared before.

Hope felt good. Better than good. The spell that had been keeping her on the razor's edge of lust all day had yet to be satisfied, but at least now, she was being touched, kissed, worshipped in a way that helped soothe the ache inside her. And Josie was so soft. So gentle. So patient. The way she kissed, the way she touched—slow, reverent, as though savoring every new sensation—made Hope feel treasured in a way that was different from how Penelope usually took her apart.