One-Shot Book!

Sweet Ribbons (yes, it's smut.)

Overview: Martha comes home to a... pleasant surprise.

Kinks: Bondage, Choking, Voyeurism. "Mommy" (to make up for how late this is.)

Ship: Washendridge (Bottom George...hoo..)

Requested by  —- >

I'm sorry this took so long

School is suffocating, inspo and motivation are declining, ya.

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Martha smiled, Valentine's Day. Lovely. She wondered how George I'll romance her this year, last time it was getting Mania to go with her to Mother-Daughter things.

With Mania being sober. 

Romance translates to forcing your violently Russian daughter to be sober enough to be pampered all day.

Martha swooned thinking about it. She tied her long dark into her usual low bun as she unlocked the door to her house, humming a tune, she turned the key and entered. "Oh Geo~! I'm home~!"

Buzzing can be heard faintly, most likely from the bedroom. Martha's brows furrowed, she closed and locked the door behind her. "George?" She called out. No response. He grumbled. 

"Please god let Mania be sober." She quietly prayed, jokes on her Mania wasn't even there, as she walked to the 2nd floor to open the bedroom and see her husband, hogtied in bright red ribbon, hair messy, sweating, ball gag in his mouth, vibrator up his ass, most likely a cock ring on.

Martha inhaled.

"Oh shit~"

George groaned, then lifted his chin to show the note attached. Martha took it, opened the mini card on it.

"Happy Valentine's Day. - George."

Martha snickered as she read the second panel.

"His dumbass couldn't do it alone, but I tied him up, remote's on the nightstand your welcome. - love you Bestie, Yolanda"(Polastrone btw)

Martha crouched down to the bed. "Hey there baby doll~" George shot her a look of '...can you not see the gag in my mouth?' Martha giggled slightly. "Just teasing. But maybe I should just leave you like this... whining...pleading." she felt her face head up, as she stood straight she now realized she had a certain... feeling in her dress. "I'm wet, look what you did, doll." George's cheeks flushed as well, his muffled pleads of sexual agony were torturing him.

Being a harpy-succubus hybrid is lovely, putting out powerful pheromones for your husband, who was already horny to begin with, suffer. "Give me a second, darling- now wait a damn minute are you wearing thigh highs?" She snorted. George nodded reluctantly, and dejectedly. This was not by choice. Thank you Yolanda Polastrone.

Martha kept her chuckles to herself as she walked to go change. George rested his head to release the strain on his neck.

Of course she slapped George's ass before leaving, that resulted in a flinch, he relaxed his neck, dropping his head on the pillow he was on earlier. As he relaxed be felt a tug on his horn, lifting his head back up. "Hey there...~ Ready~?" Martha asked. She was now in pastel pink lingerie, with a strap on in her hand. George nodded. Martha finally took the gag off, resulting in George taking a breath of relief. "Thank you Mar..." Martha hummed an "Mhm" in response, she adjusted the strap on as she put it to George's mouth, letting the tip rest on his bottom lip. "Suck, doll." She demanded, George obliged, Martha thrusted into his mouth gently, hitting the back of his throat , making him gag damn near immediately. "Hehe. Sorry." Martha ran her fingers into his curls and pressed his head gently, watching him take as much as he could. His eyes rolled back as Martha went deeper into his... at this point throat. He choked. Martha pulled out of his mouth. "Good...~" She went over and pressed on the vibrator, causing a groan. "My my my George...~" she bent down to see George is more flushed than she thought." George grumbled. Martha raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Attitude we have hm~?" She grabs the remote and turns the vibrator intensity two settings up, making a noise from George she hadn't heard before.

A whimper, a loud one at that.

Martha chuckled and kissed his forehead. "Hadn't heard that one before Darling~! You still manage to surprise me~!" She booped his nose tauntingly. George simply averted his gaze to the floor. Martha went over to his ass, sitting on his back. Her being 6'9 and George being a measly 6'2, it's fun having the weight of your wife crushing your back. "M-Mar-" Martha turned up the vibratory intensity twice once again, causing George to moan almost whorishly. "Stay quiet or it gets worse."  Martha used her claws to cut the ribbon, releasing him from this, slightly uncomfortable position. Martha started biting along his ass and lower back. To mark her territory, letting her fangs sink deeply into George's tan skin. George kept his desperate pleads, whines, and whimpers quiet to avoid further agony. Martha turns and leans into George's ear. 

"I don't feel like shape shifting to destroy that ass of yours right now~ so I'll let the vibrator do all the work. For the first round~" she whispered. Slowly reaching underneath him to detach the cock ring. "You better hold it, George." She asserted, taking it off. He tried his best, but a puddle of the preview of his orgasm was already forming. Martha got off him, then got off the bed, and sat on the floor watching George  bury his face into the sheets, fighting the urge to make any noise, or movement. However his wrists were still bound. Tightly in fact. Martha smirks. He was holding together quite well in fact, meanwhile she was pleasuring herself as she watches George writhe. She turned the vibrator up twice again, leading to George tensing. Martha hummed lowly as she came. She walked over to George and stared directly into his desperate dark eyes. "Ten." George kept his head low. But was still able to look up at her. Martha turned him onto his back and but a firm hand onto his neck as she guided his hand to stroke himself. "Nine." She dragged his thumb onto his bottom lip. "Nine... Eight... Seven..." her tone got more ominous, she bent down once again towards him, snickering quietly as he tried to form a coherent call of her name. "Ma...Mar-" her grip got tighter. "That is not my name. SIX." Martha raised an eyebrow. "Come on baby doll you don't have all day, my hand is getting stickier by each interval. FIVE." George stayed quiet, his hands desperately fidgeted to get free. Martha's grip on his cock gets more rough. "Four... Three... Two...-" 

"Fuck- FUCK~! MOMMY~!" George yelled, orgasming quite intensively. 

(Yes yes crucify me in horny jail later.)

Martha watched as George huffs weakly, trying to catch whatever breath he gained.  George shivered. He went quiet as he watched Martha lick up the semen from her hand and wrist. "Mmmm~ Sweet~" she cooed, she turned the vibrator off and took it out, granting George much relief. 

Well. 

Relief he hadn't splattered on Martha's chest and arm. 

Martha smiled.

They got cleaned up, well Martha cleaned herself, and helped George with the assistance of a wet washcloth. Martha hummed, watching George stumble horrendously trying to get dressed. Martha rested her chin on George's shoulder, groping his ass. "I'm surprised you can still walk, baby doll." She teased, kissing his ear, resulting in a twitch. "I'm surprised I can stand..." his voice was scratchy and quiet. Martha wrapped her arms around George's torso. Martha picked him up and laid on the newly cleaned bed. "I'll let you rest my dear." Martha stroked his curls gently George hummed tiredly, leaning into her neck for comfort as he gets smothered with a blanket. 

1,257 fuckin words about fucking. My god.