Deep throating - Duke Leto
On your knees
Kinktober prompt - Day 6 - Deep throating (noncon)
Duke Leto x Reader
You were assigned to take care of the Duke’s needs while the usual servants tended to his guests, but you never would have expected what exactly would he need from you.
For the first two nights you did your best to stay invisible, as servants should and got through your choruses as quickly as possible, trying not to bother the tired and frustrated ruler of your planet. He ignored you for the most part, sometimes you wondered if he even noticed you were there.
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On the third evening, you were preparing his bath knowing he could walk in into the room at any moment now and he did, just as you have finished, but he was practically radiating with anger when he pushed through his doors.
He got to his desks with quick, aggressive movements and slammed his fist into it with a loud growl. You didn’t know how to react, he never displayed this much emotion in public. When you got yourself out of your sock, you made a beeline for the door to escape his wrath.
It didn’t matter that you were fast in your steps and kept your head down, but at the second you place your hand on the door, for the first time he acknowledged your presence by quickly yelling at you to stop. At which you immediately freeze on the spot but don’t have the courage to turn around and face him.
“Come back here” he orders in a lower, but still commanding voice. The order makes you move on instinct. When you reach him you keep your distance and your head down, hoping that you can avoid his anger by avoiding his gaze.
“Yes, my Lord?” you ask in a timid whisper.
“Stay here and help me get into my bath.” he says in a tone that leaves no option for argument. You wouldn’t dare to anyway, but the unusual command still makes you look up at him in a quick glance and you cannot help but feel concern now.
“Are you hurt, my Lord?” you ask in a breathless little gasp, eyeing the blood on his coat.
“It is not my blood. Take it off.” he says after looking down at his chest to see what you meant. Then he turns his back to you, raising his arms so you could take the coat off of him. With trembling hands, you do as he says and keep taking his clothes off when he orders you to go on until he stands before you in all his naked glory but you keep your gaze away from him as much as possible.
“Come and help me get rid of these foul feelings with a relaxing bath.” You gulp nervously and reluctantly nod and follow him to the small pool, hoping he doesn’t mean what you think he means.
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He is watching you as you wash him in the knee-high water, eyes following your movements and hands wondering to your hips, then to your lower back to pull you closer when you stop at his waist line where you cannot ignore his hardened length anymore.
“Keep going, don’t be shy! Don’t you want to help your Lord?” he asks as he grabs you by your nape and pulls you to him until you are flush against his naked chest and his erection is pressing into you.
“Of course, but…”
“Then be a good girl and make me feel better.” he interrupts as he pushes you down to your knees. He guides his tip to your slightly open lips and pulls you against it with taking a fistful of your hair.
He is restricting and forcing your movements as he orders you around at his every whim.
“Lick me! Yes… that’s it.” you do as he says with tears streaking down your face and shuddering with every breath he lets you take.
He coaxes you to lick and suck on him while taking one of your hands in his and placing it on his balls, guiding your hand to caress and massage them before leaving you to do it on your own.
Suddenly he is pushing into you deeper and deeper, forcing you to move down on him with his hold on your head until you take all of him. The Duke stills and keeps you locked on his cock while you are struggling to breath and trying to push him away, but his rigid hold doesn’t let you move an inch. Finally, when you are about to black out, he start to move. He keeps moving in and of your mouth in slow thrusts for a while, then switches into a punishing pace, making you take all of him deep down your aching throat as you scream and choke and gag around him. He fucks your throat with brutal thrusts, with no regard to you or your struggling. His pleasured groans, the crude sounds of him abusing your mouth and your muffled cries fill the room.
After he starts to feel his orgasm building to close too quickly, he alternates between the quick-hard moves and the slow-deep thrust and it doesn’t take long until the salty taste hits your tongue and he is coming down your throat, ordering you to swallow every drop.
He pulls out a little after the first spurt of cum, but never leaves your mouth, commanding you to hollow your cheeks and suck until you have taken everything he has to give.
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He pulls away, strokes your hair gently and makes you stand as you are heaving and choking on his cum and your whimpering sobs. It only gets worse when he takes your clothes off and orders you to clean up before he continues relieving his stress with you in his bed.
With no other choice, you do as he said and sink into the water to wash away the memory of what happened. All the while your thoughts are wondering on questions like: ‘How could he do this to you?’, ‘Why you?’, ‘Why is he kind, respectful and just with everyone but you?’, ‘What could be so wrong with you that you deserve to be treated like this?’, ‘Is this a punishment?’, ‘What did you do wrong?’…
You cry silently while you are getting ready for… for whatever he’s planning to do to you. ‘Would he let you go when he’s done?’ What will be even left of you after this?’
‘No! You can’t. You cannot do this. You cannot take it again. No…’
In panic, you frantically look around for some way out of this and that’s when a glint catches your eye at the edge of the pool. You take the small mirror like it’s mesmerised you and stare at your reflection, not recognising this person.
The mirror breaks as you smash it into the hard floor and you take a big shard to slice at your wrists but Leto heard the mirror brake and your hiccuping cries after that. He goes to make sure you have not injured yourself and acts quickly as he realises what you are about to do so you scarcely make a shallow cut when the Duke grabs your hands and rips the broken piece of mirror away from you.
You trash against him, fighting against his hold and crying and screaming.
“No, no, no, no, no…. Let me go. Let me go. I can’t. Please just let me go. Please…. Please?” you keep shouting, crying, begging. He just holds you firmly to him and shushes you, promising he will not hurt you, that you are safe and nobody will get to hurt you anymore.
You don’t believe him but you cry yourself to sleep in his arms, hoping you will wake up tomorrow and this all proves to be nothing but a bad dream.