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[Poppy]

Warnings: The characters in this thread are awful. I don't recommend reading this thread at all. Nasty sexual assault, violence, etc​

Lady Claricia... Nick lied. He didn't know Claricia from choir, though he was sure Logan was familiar. His ex-wife was very cultured for a Viatnamese woman, and she loved familiarizing herself with the opera scene. When Nick thought of Claricia, he thought of his ex-wife in the kitchen, singing her songs while she made him dinner. Not that he held any outstanding fondness for his wife, but it brought back memories to a time when Billy was younger.

Not only that, Lady Claricia was a breathtaking woman, especially up close. She reminded him of Aurora, of all things, with her ethereal looks and her pure as god's light aura. It turned him on intensely. He couldn't even look at her without wanting to touch her over her clothes and make her moan like a little whore. Would she like it if he bound her and gagged her? He was sure she wouldn't at first, but she'd grow to like it, especially when she was going to take his cock. Ah, he was so excited he could barely contain it.

Nick told Logan he wanted some alone time with his date. He spruced up the apartment all day, making things look appealing so he wouldn't have to take this gorgeous celebrity on a shabby date. Having Logan around did wonders for both his hygiene and sense of taste. When he got things nice and pretty, it looked more like a cozy, classier apartment despite the part of town it was at. Nick spent all of last night and that morning making sure his steaks soaked just right. At the counter were freshly baked pies made by his mother.

It was almost time.

Nick dressed up nicely for the occasion. He gotta hand it to this body, it worked well with the ladies. All he had to do was slick his hair back, put on a nice shirt and a nice jacket, and he looked like one of the guys in those underwear commercials. He texted Claricia his location, asking her if she was going to come soon. He thrummed his fingers on the table. He can't wait.

@Kathinja​

 

[Kathinja]

Roth put a lot of thought into just the type of outfit Lady Claricia would wear that night.

It had to be white, of course. White dress, white bra, white panties. The pure angel had to wear white. And the corrupted angel, ideally, should be wearing red by the end of the night.

Then some added layers: a scarf, a little jacket, and then a warmer coat over all of it. Layers to be torn off. That extra time for struggle. The building anticipation.

Oh yes, Roth knew what he wanted that night. And he had a strong suspicion of what Nick wanted based on the level of lust he felt surging from the other. It would be so much more than just a quick lay. So much more.

Roth checked the bright white cell phone he used for Claricia. Nick was so very eager, and Roth was right there with him. Shit, he couldn’t even put on Lady Claricia’s panties until the moment he was about to leave—or else they’d be so damn wet it would give away how much of a massive slut the person hiding behind Lady Claricia was—and that certainly wouldn’t reflect well on the pure, untainted angel. She had to appear entirely sexless until the moment she was thrown down and forced to fuck. It wouldn’t be nearly as exciting, otherwise.

I’ll be there in 10 minutes. See you soon! :)

Roth shoved the phone into a white leather purse and checked himself as Lady Claricia in the mirror one more time. Pure, spotless white attire and the simple makeup expected of such a modest angel. He had considered putting red lipstick on Claricia’s sexy lips like the blood he expected to see tonight, but perhaps that was too much for an angel. So instead, he chose the pink lipstick that made her lips look quite a bit like the pink lips of her tight little pussy. Perfect.

Satisfied, ‘Lady Claricia’ stretched her wings and left from the mansion. Indeed, it did take her only ten minutes to reach Nick’s apartment—right on the dot. Nick was in a shit part of town, but that hardly bothered Roth—he lived in a shithole too when he wasn’t pretending to be Lady Claricia.

She knocked on the door, while internally Roth tried to calm his eager and extremely horny desires.

Destroy me, darling.

@Poppy

 

[Poppy]

When he heard the buzzer, Nick double checked everything — the food, the flowers, the apartment decor... the silencing charms, the wards around the walls, and his tools under the bed. All good. Nick was shaking and giggling, and he had to smack himself on the face a few times to snap himself out of it. Nick. It's Nick, not Billy, Nick, Nick, Nick. He let out a shuddering sigh.

And then he went to answer the door, switching from creep to a charming, Southern gentleman in the span of seconds. A blush colored his cheeks for a bit as he looked at her. She was perfectly his type — every bit a pure, untainted virgin. He wondered if her pussy was tight. Would she bleed, if he forced himself on her? "Lady Claricia! Thank you so much for comin'. They were right. You're mighty humble, even as a big celebrity." He gestured for her to come in and took her coat, stuffing it away in his closet with trembling hands.

He pulled back a chair for her to sit. "I hope you like steak. It's a family recipe for the Morgans. My ma worked at a Texan barbecue place 'til '98 and passed down some recipes to us. I got some Huckleberry pie too, from the pie shop I work in." Of course, it should go without saying that the steak he was serving her was made from human flesh, should she be sensitive to such things. He was going to let her taste his food before he went ahead and fucked her brains out.

As he was eating, he took some wine from the side. "You like wine, Lady Claricia? It goes mighty well with the red meat."

 

[Kathinja]

Lady Claricia stepped inside, allowing Nick to slide her coat off her shoulders.

“I may be a celebrity out in the rest of the world, but on this island I am just Claricia,” she said with a smile. “I just want to be treated like anyone else.”

Which, of course, was total bullshit because Roth relished in feeling important. Doesn’t matter if it was all Lady Claricia’s accomplishments and literally nothing of his own merit that made him feel important.

Lady Claricia made her way to the table, smoothing her white dress out as she sat down. “Sounds amazing~” she said with a giggle.

Roth was pretty damn sure what he was eating was not from a cow, but he gave no indication of it in Lady Claricia’s expression. Sweet and innocent and oblivious—just as she should be up until the moment shit would start to go down.

Besides, human meat was pretty good.

“Some wine would be excellent, thank you! Gosh, this steak is amazing. You really are quite the chef.”

 

[Poppy]

How sweet, how humble, how ladylike! Nick could feel himself falling in love, and love often made his hands twitchy and his dick hard. He wanted to rip her flesh off with his teeth.

He was going to make a virgin a slut tonight.

Nick fiddled with the cork and frowned when he couldn't pry it off. He could've. He didn't want to. He raised a finger and stood up. "Let me... get a corkscrew. Please, stay where you are." He smiled at her sheepishly and darted off to the kitchen, taking the bottle with him.

Ahh, fuck, he was so hard. He could smell her pussy just by being in her close proximity. He stood against the counter, hunched over and palming himself. Don't you fuck this up, Nick. He put the bottle on the counter and... picked up a knife from the drawer. It was time, and he was positively giddy with excitement.

A click on the door. Locked. Before Claricia could whip her head back to check, Nick's knife was already at her neck.

"Shh, shhhh, shhh... if you scream, I'll just make it worse for you." He nibbled on her ear a bit as his hand made its way down her dress, fondling one of her breasts and pinching the nipple a little too hard. He pulled it out so he could properly look at it, making it shake under his fingertips, his sedation magic flowing through her in small waves to make her relax. His breathing was a bit labored as he let out a soft, shaky laugh. "Fuck, you're an angel, but you've got a whore's tits."

 

[Kathinja]

Roth enjoyed the probably-human steak while he could, because when Nick got up to find a corkscrew, he had a feeling he wouldn’t be enjoying it for much longer. Soon he felt that knife against Claricia’s throat, and he could barely contain his excitement as he started to play the damsel in distress.

“W-What!? What are you doing-?” She whimpered out. She let out a welp when Nick started fondling and pinching at her tit. Roth couldn’t help it as Claricia’s nipples became hard right away. Whore’s tits, indeed.

He could feel that sedation magic coursing into her body—what a useful power to have for someone like Nick. Her body slumped against the back of the chair.

“Nick, don’t do this…p-please…” She cried out, as the sweet innocent tears of an angel began to stream down her face. Despite the sedation magic, Roth had Claricia try to press her legs together as tightly as she possibly could. It was a sign: Please not there. Anywhere but there.

But of course, in the language of people like Nick and Roth, it really meant:

Fucking destroy her virgin pussy.

 

[Poppy]

Fuck, yeah, that was so hot. He loved the way her body responded to him despite the tears streaming down her face. At her pleas, his hand traveled to her head, grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing her to look at him. Nick was a handsome man, but it did little to soften the predatory look on his face.

"My lady, I'd love to, but..." He pressed the tip of the blade under her jawline, making it dance around her soft, pale skin. He giggled, licking his lips. "You ain't calling the shots here. Just try to, aha, enjoy the ride, mmm?"

Nick grabbed a handful of her tit, sucking and, when he got bored of that, bit down on it hard. He let it drop after, jiggling it a little as if to apologize for the rough treatment.

And then he noticed her legs clamp shut. Nick's pupils dilated with interest. His hand darted down and forced its way between her legs, magic tearing apart her panties, and shoved his fingers into her fragrant pussy. God! Fuck! He wanted to fuck that pussy so hard! Nick pulled his hand back and licked off his fingers, before numbing Claricia with his magic. He threw his knife to the side, not really needing it, and picked her up by the neck. It was a short trip from the dining room to his bed. He threw her down on the mattress and cuffed her there.

Nick climbed on top of her, eyes bright. He forced her legs open. "What are you holdin' out on me here, huh?" He inserted all five of his fingers into his pussy, thrusting it as violently as he could, while his own cock strained against his pants. He slapped her and cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. "Look at me, look at me, you fucking whore. You think you're better than me?"