This story is part of Tagg After Dark, a sapphic erotica collection exclusively for readers 18+.
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CW: a gun
She bites down again, harder this time. “Open up,” she says, so softly that I barely catch it, but my mouth drops open before the command even registers in my brain. She knows all about my oral fixation, and I know how much she likes feeling my tongue and teeth on her fingertips. But it’s not her fingers that she puts in my mouth this time. It’s the barrel of the gun, still hot like a living thing. She coaxes it in so gently it’s almost perverse, especially compared to how ruthlessly she’s fucking me, hard enough that I’m slamming into the tree with every thrust.
It tastes bitter and unpleasant and it floods my mouth with spit, but I can’t really swallow, so I let it drool down my neck and soak the front of my dress. My tongue drags helplessly along the underside of the barrel, drawing it deeper into my mouth until I gag weakly on it.
Teeth indents in my skin. She’s grinning. “You really like that, don’t you? God, you’d be such a terrible prey animal.”
I want to say no I wouldn’t, I would be good, so good—good for you, of course, not good for myself, because I always want what’s bad for me and I trust so easily and I’m sweet and pliant and brave oh so brave I can take it I promise I can take anything you give me and I’d never complain and I’d do it with a smile and I’d be so, so fucking good, but I can’t exactly talk right now so I settle for moaning and shaking my head and gagging a little bit more.
I’m embarrassingly close already, after hours of anticipation, and I just need it a little harder. I grab her wrist and shove her hand further into me, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her and one of pleasure-pain from me. She gets the message, gets brutal with it, slamming into my cervix repeatedly because she knows that’s the easiest way to get me off. I come with my nails digging into her back and stars behind my eyelids, alternating between crying out her name and God’s.
Only then does she pull the gun out of my mouth, and I feel all too empty now. Luckily, she replaces it with her fingers, letting me suck them clean. The taste of my cunt on her metallic fingers makes me salivate, and I lap up every drop. She watches me with dark, heavy eyes, and when I’m done she claims my lips in a filthy kiss, tonguing the inside of my mouth like she’s trying to fuck me again.
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Where do these two go from here?
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