"Oh, Dove..."
Donatello looms over her, his his glowing with lust.
He spent years imagining about this exact moment, always thinking that it would be nothing more then a dirty fantasy. But here he was, in reality, about to have everything he’d wanted. Meeting her was a dream come true in so many ways and now, he could cross this off as well.
Dove laid back on his metal desk, her red hair spilling around her. She was naked and her pale skin glowed in the blue lamplight and her pink nipples hard in the cool air.
Already, he could smell her excitement.
Just for him.
Just like a dream.
“You look so beautiful…”
He leaned down, the tassels of his bandana tickling her cheeks as he kissed her softly. He tasted the vanilla on her lips and churred happily.
Pulling away, he asked her,
“Are you ready?”
Dove had dreamed of this.
She has always dreamed of a man who was prepared to dominate her, someone willing to make every fantasy come true. But she was shy and quiet and it seemed like it would only ever be just that:
A fantasy.
Donatello was better then everything she had needed and wanted.
And she was more then ready.
Dove nodded, her heart pounding, and Donnie got to work.
“Arms up.”
She did as told, raising her arms above her head, and watched as he removed his bandana, weaving the purple fabric around her wrists. He knotted it firmly and gazed at her.
God, she was gorgeous.
He poured kisses across her skin, occasionally biting her pale flesh. He tugged at her nipples and smiled when she cried out.
“Ah~”
What a special sound…he continued peppering her with affection until he reached her pussy. One kiss on the folds and she whimpered. A second and a slow lick and she was a bit louder. But moans and whimpers weren’t enough for Donatello.
He wanted screams.
And he most definitely got what he wanted. His tongue teased her endlessly, twirling and teasing. He toyed with her cult and twisted his long tongue all sorts of different ways, each more exciting then the last. But every time, every time she became close to cumming…he slowed down, denying her the pleasure.
It was everything she had hoped for.
Dove cried out when he pulled away, her pussy begging for his tongue once more.
“D-Donnie…please…” She said breathlessly.
“Please what, Dove?”
“Please, more!” she begged.
Donatello smirked.
He loved the way she cried and begged for him, for her release. But the game wasn’t even over and if she thought this was agony…
“I got you a present.”
Donnie reached over and, from the corner of her eye, Dove spotted something silver. A vibrator.
He pressed it softly to her clit and she gasped, the metal felt absolutely freezing against her hot flesh. It sprang to life, vibrating madly (of course he would place it on the highest setting) and Donnie smiled down at her.
“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted more.”
“O-oh god…Donnie!”
It was going to be a long night and a dream come true, for the both of them.
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His Darling Dove...Donatello x OC
أدب الهواةA collection of short stories, smuts, and more involving my OC, Dove Darlene Wilder. Writer, Dreamer, Damsel in Distress. Warning! There will be NSFW content here! 18+ only!!
