Cat Request

Your back hits the mattress with a soft thump. Startled, you look up at Artoria (Caster, she who chants, your best friend, your lover) as she stares down at you, her hands on your shoulders, her teeth bared with desire…

You can’t help it. You burst out laughing. Quickly, Artoria sits back on your lap, bringing her hands to her face. “I’m sorry!!”

“It’s- it’s fine.” You’re still cackling really hard. “I mean it’s just- what, the third time?”

“ I’m sorryyyyyyyy. ”

You bring your hands up to her hips, rubbing her skin up and down to soothe her. Your laughter is slowly calming down, but her embarrassment clearly isn’t. “Are you sure you want to sub? You know I like it when you dom. If it’s for my sake-”

“It’s not.” She interrupts you, finally prying her hands off to look at you. Her face is flushed and her eyes are slit. “I- I do want to do this! It looks, uhm, really hot in porn. I’m just…” She sets her hands down on your chest, pawing nervously like a cat. “It’s… hard.”

She’s genuine, you can tell as much, but this doesn’t exactly help you understand what she means. “How so? I’d think laying back and letting me do the work would be easier than riding me.”

She leans down to lay on you, her chest against yours. While comforting, it’s also very obviously a plot to not have to look at you any longer. “... Being vulnerable is difficult. Trusting someone with your pleasure, it’s not… I’m not… I’m trying, but… It’s a reflex, you know? I- I can’t just show weakness like this.”

… Ah. Ah, that makes more sense.

You wish you could cradle her in your arms, whisper in her ear submitting is not a sign of weakness, it means nothing about you as a person, it’s just a game, it’s pretend, I know you’re strong and I know you’re smart. But that wouldn’t help. She knows all of this already. Her fear isn’t rational, it comes from something deeper than that, and not for the first time you wish you could reach inside of her heart and tear out those thorns out of her soul if you have to mangle your hands to do it.

Artoria mumbles something incomprehensible against your skin, tearing you out of your thoughts. “What’d you say?”

There’s a moment of silence. Did you mishear? Maybe she was just humming mindlessly-

“Can’t you just… force… me?”

… what?

Now you’re the one stunned into silence. As soon as you can though, you gather your bearings and press her on. “Elaborate.”

“I- I mean I! I can’t… I can’t just let you do anything to me. I… I can’t. I physically can’t.” Considering your last three attempts to go down on her ended in her flipping you over, you can believe it. “But if you just… yknow… pinned me down, or smacked me around if I tried to fight back… Just let me pretend I’m not doing this willingly? I think. It’d be easier for me. I think.”

She’s speaking very quietly, so it takes you a second to understand what she means. “As in, some sort of rape play?”

Her breath stutters. “You don’t have to be so crude about it!”

“You’re asking me to act as if I’m forcing myself on you, how do you want me to describe it?? Violation play? Forced play? Or-”

Artoria’s breath stutters again- but this time you realize that this sounds very familiar. She… isn’t surprised. No, she is… “Are you… getting off that?”

Her body tenses against yours. “Getting off what? Kink negociations? Can’t say I do-”

“Hearing me say that I’m going to rape you. Does that get you off?”

She makes a high-pitched noise, squirming on top of you. Swiftly, you grab her chin, then forces her to face you. Her glamour is in shambles. Her teeth are sharp, poking right out of her mouth, her ears are pointed, and when you run your thumb over her cheek you find that her skin feels more like scales than anything smooth.

Oh. Oh ho ho? Oh ho ho ho?

A smile breaks on your face. You’ve always known that Artoria was weak to words- a side effect of her fairy eyes, you figured. But if you’d known she liked that particular vocabulary, you would have gone for it much sooner.

She’s clearly not amused however, because her immediate reaction is to bite your nose. 

You yelp in surprise. That little-! You reach out to grab her shoulder, then  shove her down. She growls in response, like a wild animal, and when you climb on top of her she claws at you as fiercely as one. You have to essentially wrestle her to stay here, lest you’ll be flat on your back again. It’s not the first time the two of you play fight after riling each other up, but it’s the first time you’re actually winning.

The realization hits you as you force her wrists above her head:

She’s letting you win.

There is no way that you, a normal human, are beating a servant in a fistfight. There is no way that you could possibly hold Artoria’s arms down with a single hand, because you’ve seen her get out of your hold multiple times.

She’s letting you win. She wants to lose.

You swallow her next growl with a kiss.

She bites. That much isn’t unusual. But this time, you aren’t her prized pet, her private chew toy; you’re fighting, and so you bite back. She squirms and kicks, but you hold on.

“I’ve got you now, little hero.” You say when your lips part. There’s blood running down your chin. Holy fuck, she is really excited about this. “You should start begging for mercy.”

She stays silent for a second, then snarls back: “Go to hell, villain. I’ll never submit to you.”

You’re glad she’s rolling with this. You know it’s a bit of a silly dynamic to apply to this roleplay, but well. You do need the shield of silliness. Otherwise the whole forcing yourself on her thing would feel a tad too real for your comfort. You’ve got your limits as a dom too.

But enough introspection. You’ve got a girl to drive insane. You push your knee between her thighs to- holy fucking shit you’ve never had her get so wet so fast. She’s leaking all over your skin oh fuck oh god. It takes everything you have to not break character right now.

“You sure? Cuz you seem to be enjoying this a lot. ” You lean forward to drag your tongue on the side of her neck, half to taste her, half to hide your fond smile from her. Fuck, you love this girl. You really do. “Don’t worry, little hero. I’ll be abusing all your little holes regardless.”

Her thighs clench around your leg. Oh, oh this is going to be fun.