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Edward is a mess.
Something about the boy that she loves is how quickly he orgasms. Many women would think of this trait as disappointing, but to Lust it’s anything but. Edward is young, clumsy and inexperienced. He isn’t well versed in the female touch, and as a consequence, Lust has the opportunity to mould him. She gets to train him, teach him to do this and that .
She knows it’s only a matter of time that his stamina will improve, but until then, she intends to take full advantage.
At the beginning, Lust had to take command of their sex life. She would ride him to completion, because Edward was too resistant to doing any of the actual fucking himself. She didn’t mind, but over time he has become more and more acclimated to her. He hates her, but his body has a mind of its own, and it seeks her out. Lust still locks her legs behind his back, rolling her hips, encouraging him to thrust into her, but he doesn’t even need to be told what to do anymore. He himself is becoming more sexual, in fact. He wakes with erections– which she happily takes advantage of– and on very, very rare instances, he seeks her out first.
This is one of those times. He’s desperate and hard, begging for her touch, for something, anything from her. It’s adorable, a little puppy in heat, begging for pleasure.
And who is Lust to deny him such a thing?
Well…
The boy atop her is shaking, face flushed and sweaty, eyes clenched shut and brows pinched as he fucks her. With the state of Edward’s limbs, he cannot keep himself propped upright for long on one arm and one and a half legs. So, as a result, he’s laying on her, face pressed against Lust’s breasts, his calloused hand gripping at her waist as he humps heedlessly.
Deft fingers card through his long blond hair, and Lust smiles fondly. He’s trying to impress her, and it’s cute. She knows it isn’t out of affection for her, Edward is utterly repulsed by her, but he oh so desperately wants to cum. He thinks that if he gives it his all she’ll take the ring off, but she cannot let herself be so lenient with him. She wants to train him right, to be disciplined, and to do that she cannot give in to his whims.
“ Please ,” Edward mumbles into her bosom, voice thick and strained. “ Please, please, please please …”
With a chuckle, Lust hums out a teasing, “ Nuh uh …” delighting in the way his grip tightens on her.
“ Lust… ” Finally, Edward looks up, face still half buried, teary eyes staring at her pleadingly. “ I’m sorry, I’m sorry… ”
“Oh dear, what are you apologising for?”
“I-I did something wrong, ruh-right?” He resembles a scolded toddler, begging for forgiveness for stealing from the cookie jar. Lust wraps her arms around him, and presses chaste kisses to the crown of his head.
“No love, you did nothing wrong. We’re just having a different type of fun.”
Edward shakes his head emphatically, crying out, “No! It’s not! It’s terrible!”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do! You’re horrible! You… you made me like this !”
He’s right, of course. Lust did make him this way, and she loves it.
Corrupting him hadn’t been easy. He’s a stubborn boy, with a strong sense of shame. He didn’t want her, fought her every step of the way, but ultimately it’s been so worth it. Parts of him are fracturing, instinct warring against logic . Logically, Edward doesn’t want to fuck her, but instinctually, he’s yearning for it.
Lust knows a thing or two about unbearable attraction, and she knows all the best ways to induce it.
“No, I didn’t make you this way. You were always destined to be this.”
Liar .
“I’m not sure if you believe in destiny, Edward, but I think that’s the only way to explain it. You were destined to be here with me , so I can take care of you.”
His jaw tightens, she feels the muscles in his face clenching against her breasts.
“I don’t believe you!” It’s painstaking, but Edward manages to push up, his arm bearing far too much of his weight as he stares at her heatedly. “I can’t be meant to be like this, I’m not like you !”
He’s breaking.
“Aren’t you? You were just begging me to cum, Edward. The sooner you come to terms with it, the better off you’ll be. You’re just as filthy as me.”
It’s too much.
“L-like hell! I’ll get out of here one day, and… and I’ll never have to see you again!” Edward tries to climb off of her, but Lust tightens the hold her legs have on his torso, keeping him close. Keeping him inside .
“Even if you do manage to leave, you’ll never forget. You’ll crave this. Do you think that little blonde girl will provide you with this? Will fuck you until you’re crying?”
Edward is wriggling, body trembling, fighting a mix of rage and pleasure. He can’t cum, the little ring on his cock makes sure of that, and so he’s forced to sit on that agonising precipice.
“I don’t want that!”
Lust scoffs and flips them over with a flourish. Edward yelps and kicks, dick now free of her body. He’s ruddy and throbbing, looking ready to just about burst. A hand on his chest keeps him sufficiently pinned, and she uses the other to grasp him by the base, guiding him toward her waiting cunt. She sinks down on him, watching him cry out, hips lifting up against her.
“Liar. You want this, look at you .”
She doesn’t let him speak– she knows that nothing he’ll say will be productive right now, so she cups a hand over his mouth as she bounces on his cock.
“You’d think of me everytime you fuck her, you’ll think about how much better I am compared to her.”
Edward bites her hand, and it makes Lust laugh. Her free hand falls downward to rub at her clit, a contented hum leaving her throat as she pleasures herself. Edward, right now, is an item purely for her use.
“You’re addicted to me. I know you are. You dream about me, I hear you saying my name in your sleep while you hump me like a dog.”
It’s true– sweet, little whispers of, “ Lust, Lust, Lust… ” under the cover of night aren’t uncommon. Wailing nightmares and squirming dreams of ecstasy wake them both, a common interruption during their sleep.
She's not been around a human for this long before, and she often finds herself wondering if she's having a certain effect on Edward. Is there more to her namesake? Has her presence and proximity influenced him in an unnatural manner?
It's hard to say. Lust, honestly, knows little about her own nature. Most of them don't.
Lust's mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut as she rolls her hips, losing herself in the sensation. Edward is wriggling under her, but it's a pointless fight. He knows he'll lose. He knows Lust always wins, without fail.
Edward is stubborn. So stubborn. He picks and chooses more carefully when he should display his pride nowadays. He acts more submissively, though begrudgingly, because he knows he cannot stall her. She is infinitely more patient than him.
Head tipping backwards, Lust shudders, hips stuttering as pleasure culminates inside her gut. It’s an explosive ripple, one that has her moaning and tightening the hold she has on the boy's face as ecstasy washes over her.
Breaths laborious, Lust stills, watching Edward through narrowed eyes. His own chest is heaving similarly, and he’s staring at her with wide, shiny eyes. Silently, he’s pleading with her, but Lust simply climbs off of him, laying at his side. She grabs his hand in her own, to keep him from attempting to touch himself, and sighs happily.
He doesn’t say a word. Neither does she.
Once Edward has calmed down, Lust will remove the ring. He'll be left aching and needy, a dog in heat, and she’ll keep it that way. She’ll let the desperation build and build, tease and edge him until he truly cannot stand it. Then, she’ll have a truly unforgettable night.
Edward won’t be able to forget it either. Lust will make sure it’s imprinted upon his mind.