❀what's mine is yours❀ - angor rot

chapter 3!

Maybe you shouldn't have been thinking about it that much, but it simply wouldn't leave your head. You laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, mind wandering. It wasn't too important and hell maybe it was just a slip of words. Or even better, bad choice of words. Surely he regretted it too, no? Fuck, what were you thinking? He probably wasn't even thinking about it. Who thinks about the person they're gonna kill when not around them? Surely they don't think about them like that. Not like you were thinking about him, Angor Rot.

You've wandered into my web, my human hunter.

My web, my human hunter.

My human hunter.

My human.

My.

Argh, you puffed out. You shouldn't even be thinking about this. He was a troll, you were a human. Get that through your head. No.. your head was already occupied thinking about something else. Glowing eyes, peering down at you, watching you. A tall body, firm, cold, roug-

Stop! Cheeks blazen from how out of control the thoughts had gotten. 

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Maybe... you could let yourself drift off just this once. But only, only this once. Yeah, sounds like a plan.

Angor Rot would be rough wouldn't he? He was already so caught up in killing you that maybe he could have some fun before. Fun, what would he do for fun?

You tighten your thighs, pressed them against each other, liked the little feeling it gave you. But it wasn't enough. Don't do it, you thought to yourself, please.

"My little Hunter, having such nasty thoughts." You peer over to the corner of your room, gleaming eyes. Maybe this was letting you mind wander too far, maybe you should sto-

"Touch yourself." Came the command, almost growled.

Now that you could, you did shiver. A few seconds of hesitation but the command was obeyed. You trail your hand down your body, starting at your chest, then over your stomach, stopping right above the hem of your pyjama pants.

"Aren't you going to listen?" Silence.

"Be good for me."

You wanted to be good, Angor Rot would want you to be. Pliant, you'd be pliant, he'd make you pliant.

It was enough to dip your hands under your pants but only the pants. Tracing where you felt best, you glanced over where the eyes had been. Gone, but you can make them come back.

"Would you choke me?" You whispered into the quietness of your room, just barely audible to your own ears, but he would hear it.

"I wouldn't give you the sweet release of death, but maybe I'll do that." A little gasp escaped your mouth, followed by a sigh. You bring your unoccupied hand to your throat, applied pressure and keen. You were enjoying this too much.

You press harder into your underwear, breath hitching. You let your legs fall away from each other.

"You'd like that, baby? Liked if I suffocated you just to watch."

It shouldn't be as arousing as it is, but you were too far along now to stop. The hand on your neck dropped to the hem of your shirt, pushing the shirt up, exposing your chest to the cold atmosphere of your room. Hands skittering across your chest, ghosting over the pretty nubs, you picture Angor Rot watching over you.

"Look so good, sweetheart."

You groan, you feel your body flush from the compliment. He was being too nice, you have to make him meaner for it to be realistic. Turning to your side, you thrust into the pillow laying by your side. The friction delicious and the broken sigh that left your mouth embarrassing.

"Spread yourself up and let me see you, whore."

No, scratch that, the whimper that escaped your mouth then was embarrassing. Groggily, you turn over, sit up on your knees and lean down into the pillow you were just laying your head on.

"Fuck yourself for me, slut."

It honestly shouldn't be as attractive as it was, Angor Rot degrading you, but the words played as almost a silent charm and had your hands skittering over your back and down behind you. You hesitated only a slight moment before using one finger and pushing into your warm heat.

"A-ah!", the broken exclamation hung in the emptiness of the room.

Please

What were you begging for? You couldn't remember in the fogginess that clouded your mind, finger still working in and out of you. Adding another one, hips stuttering against the new addition, you imagine what it would feel like if those weren't your fingers but instead his.

Cold, no? Rough. Big. Bigger than yours, that's for sure.

"You're mine, you hear me? Mine."

"Fuck..", you were his. You were his to have like this, no one else had ever seen you like this; no one else was going to. Hips quickened and bucked as a third finger was added, the stretch so delicious it brought tears to your eyes. You blinked them away and kept your eyes shut.

Fuck it hurts so good

"I marked you, you're mine. As long as you wear this mark, you belong to me."

He was right, once again. Heat rushed to your right side of your face and you opened your eyes to see a warm glow on the pillow and reach a hand up to your cheek. Marked, you were marked, nothing you could do about it and there was nothing you wanted to do about it. You would take whatever he gave you like a good little bitch, yeah, just like that.

"You would, whore. Just take anything up this stupid, filthy hole."

You could've sworn an out of place breeze brushed over you, the thought bringing a shudder over your body. Finally, accelerating the thrusts of your hips against your fingers you feel a warmth build up in the pit of your stomach. You clutched at your cheek, clutched for Angor Rot. Your breath quickened and you let out tiny groans.

"Cum for me, my hunter."

Maybe it was the command or maybe it was the pet name but either way, it was somehow enough to push you over the edge, just like that.

A whimper followed by panting, drowned out by the thrumming of your heartbeat in your ears. Falling into the bed and turning to lay on your back, fog clearing up and your dignity returning back to you. You flush about a hundred more shades of red thinking about what you just did.

Jeez, facing Angor Rot after this is going to be so difficult. But that's a call for another day, right now, sleep was calling your name.