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Delilah/Cassandra, ep 100 reactionary porn
Date: 2017-06-12 11:50 pm (UTC)Episode 100 spoilers, warnings below.
RAPE/NON-CON, implied/referenced underage, mommy kink, pseudo incest, forced orgasm, fingering, sex while one party is impaired.
Deadest Dove, Don't-est eat. If you read beyond here, on your own head so be it.
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Cassandra woke to the deeply familiar sensation of the mattress depressing under someone else's weight beside her.
She stirred, and began to roll when she felt a cool hand on her brow.
“Shh dear,” and as Cassandra felt her stomach plummet and freeze as she placed the voice, a shiver passed from the hand on her forehead into a feverish weakness in her limbs, before she was even fully conscious.
“Shhh, darling,” said the voice of Delilah Briarwood, “No need to be afraid, mummy’s here.”
Cassandra tried -and fails- to surge from the bed, elbows buckling as she tries to push herself up, kicking feet failing to free herself even from the blankets as Delilah’s hand came to rest on her shoulder, pressing her back into the mattress.
“Yes, I know dear,” she says, leaning over Cassandra in the bed. This close, Cass can see the firelight in her eyes, glinting off her jewelry, the genuine fucking relief and joy on her face, “I had missed you too, my darling daughter.”
There is just enough time for Cassandra to wonder how, how this could possibly be before Delilah closed the distance, and kissed her full on the mouth.
There was a hand, Cassandra was barely aware where it came from, holding her face in place with iron fingers. Cassandra tried with all her diminished strength to push away, banging closed fists weakly on Delilah’s chest, and the fingers clenched around her jaw, pressing bruises into skin untouched for nearly two years.
Delilah tasted exactly as Cassandra remembered; the wine and blood and grave dirt on her tongue as Delilah forced it into her mouth.
Delilah pulled back, and brushed her thumb over Cassandra's bottom lip, sending an involuntary shudder through her body.
“Darling,” Delilah said, “Don’t be like that, I came as soon as I could.”
Cassandra looked away, and made another effort to roll away from her off the bed, halted by an iron hand on her hip.
“I mean it, dear,” Delilah said, a warning tone that even after all this time made Cassandra freeze in terror. Once she stilled, Delilah relaxed slightly, slipping right back into the simpering, faux loving tone that made Cassandra’s stomach turn,
“I just want to catch up with you,” Delilah continued, as though Cassandra wasn’t pinned to the bed, as though the hand not on the neckline of her nightgown was pulling the blankets from her legs, “We’re together again, soon we all will be, and I wanted to see how you had been without me.”
She slid her hands under the hem of Cassandra's nightgown, and began to slide them up her legs. Cassandra wished she could convince herself that it was just the change in temperature giving rise to goosebumps on her skin, but Delilah’s fingers were light and skilled as they ever were, making her jump and twitch even as they merely grazed her outer thigh.
They stilled, when they reached her undergarments, nails skittering on unexpected cotton.
“What bad habits you’ve developed,” Delilah said “Without anyone to guide you. When did you start wearing these?”
She traced a nail, gently for now, down the middle of the panties, hard enough to make Cassandra, buck, hard enough for her to whimper and turn her head to the pillow to try to escape in some small way, enough for Delilah to laugh at her.
“There will be plenty of time for that later, I think,” Delilah said, “although it is nice to see that you missed me, darling.”
She returned to the hem of Cassandra’s dress, and Cassandra seized it in both hands, pushing it back over her legs, a completely futile attempt at retaining a modesty stolen many years ago. The small effort left her panting, her head spinning, and Delilah pried her fingers from the fabric with far more ease than Cassandra remembered her capable of, pulling them one at a time from the hem of her dress with determination.
Delilah slammed Cassandra’s hands back to the bedding, and dug her nails into the soft sensitive skin of Cassandra’s wrists hard enough that she cried out, and continued to hold her there, digging crescents into the skin for another long few seconds before letting go. When Delilah released her, Cassandra did nothing more than fist her hands in the sheets where Delilah left them, twisting into the fabric even as Delilah's hands returned to her gown, forcing it farther up her body.
When it cleared her breasts, tangling up around her neck and under her arms, Delilah sat back, one hand resting on the centre of Cassandra’s chest. It rose and fell with the tiny, terrified hitches of Cassandra’s breath, Delilah’s making it difficult for her to breathe. The hand, and the gentle, casual pressure Delilah was using kept her pinned to the bed like a butterfly on a board, keeping the dress up where it offered no protection whatsoever. Taking her time to rake her eyes down Cassandra’s body, Delilah made and appreciative noise deep in her throat.
“Darling,” she said, “You’ve grown!”
She pulled her hand from Cassandra’s chest, and no sooner had Cassandra sucked in a full breath of air was she crying out again, and Delilah grabbed one of her nipples and twisted, making her arch full off the bed into Delilah’s waiting hands. Delilah, damn her, laughed, and rolled the nipple between her fingers until it stiffened, and Cassandra whimpered, legs twitching, as each new movement sent traitorous jolts through her body. Delilah’s grin, warm and fond in a way that should never have had a place in Cassandra’s bedchambers, only grew with each noise she made.
“There we are, darling,” Delilah said, “Haven’t I always known just how to take care of you?”
Her hand stilled, pressing back on Cassandra’s sternum for a moment. Cassandra tried to get her breathing back under control, to control the terror (and worse, far far worse, the tremors in her stomach) that Delilah had always inspired. Even as she did, she felt Delilah’s other hand, previously motionless on her hip, start to move.
“Nn-” Cassandra said, “I-”
“Shh, dear,” Delilah said, tracing the top of Cassandra’s panties with one finger, causing Cassandra to try to clench her legs in response, “I know you can’t talk right now, that’s alright, just let your mother take care of you now, I’ve missed you so much.”
She slipped her hand beneath the band of Cassandra’s underthings, and simply let it sit there, watching the gentle tremors in Cassandra’s legs. She curled one finger, and Cassandra turned her head into the pillow so she wouldn’t have to see Delilah’s face when she found wetness between her legs.
“Oh, darling,” Delilah said, and hooked that finger, bringing slick and friction directly to Cassandra's clit, making her cry out, “You’re so good for your mother, I had nearly forgotten.”
She stroked slowly up and down Cassandra’s slit, pinning her to the bed with her other hand, and Cassandra twitched every time Delilah’s finger brushed her clit. She moved slowly, with no hurry in the world, seeming to relish in every whimper that escaped Cassandra’s lips.
She finally began to circle Cassandra’s clit, feather light, not enough friction to result in anything but whimpers and anticipation, causing her hips to buck entirely without her permission. Cassandra, at some point, had started crying. Delilah cooed, and wiped the tears from Cassandra's eyes with her free hand.
“Oh, darling, it’s alright, I missed you too.”
With that, Delilah slipped two fingers gently into her cunt, which was so wet under her touch that Cassandra barely felt it until they curled, and Cassandra arched off the bed and cried. Delilah shoved her back to the bed as she continued to work her open with two fingers, thumb brushing her clit, expertly kindling a heat between Cassandra’s legs.
Cassandra whined in protest as her legs began to shake in earnest, making one last desperate attempt to clench her legs, to pull away from the fingers inside her as Delilah laughed in delight, moving her other hand back to Cassandra’s hip, pinning her in place once more.
The pace of her fingers picked up, thrusting inside her, thumb pressing relentlessly on her clit, all still restrained by the panties now soaked by her own juices, and Cassandra felt herself begin to tip over the edge.
“You’re even more beautiful than I remember darling, that’s it, come for me Cassandra,”
With one last flick of her fingers over Cassandra’s clit, she did just that, sobbing into her pillow, shaking uncontrollably as she clenched around Delilah’s fingers still buried deep inside her.
“There now,” Delilah cooed. Cassandra twitched one last time as Delilah pulled her fingers from her cunt, leaving one sitting between her puffy lips, “That’s the darling daughter I remember.”
She pressed on Cassandra’s oversensitive clit, circled it twice, making Cassandra twitch again. This had always been Delilah’s favourite game, Cassandra already boneless and sensitive, when she could tip her back over the edge with a single finger.
Blessedly, Delilah sighed, and pulled her fingers out of Cassandra’s panties, wiping them on the nightgown still twisted around her neck.
“There will, I suppose, be time enough for that later.” She patted Cassandra’s cheek, and she could smell herself on Delilah’s fingers. “I have business to attend to, I’m afraid darling, but I’ll have you all to myself again when I return. I won’t let anything stand in the way of reuniting our family again.”
And then, she rose and left, leaving Cassandra shaking and terrified, in a puddle of her own slick on the bed.
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