Pathologic Kink Meme!

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Hello, welcome to the Pathologic Kink Meme! WARNING: This one is NSFW!

Please make anonymous prompts for things you would like to see, or anonymously fulfill prompts by creating stories, poetry, drawn art, music, or anything! I just want to say that this prompt meme is open to people of all skill levels, so have fun!

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- This is the Pathologic Kink Meme, and it's NSFW! Please post any NSFW prompts or fills here. A good rule of thumb is whether or not you'd be comfortable with your boss at work looking over your shoulder and reading what you have on screen.

- If anything is a little too explicit in detail (e.g. in terms of medical procedures or gore), it probably needs to be here as well. Basic mentioning of medical procedures is allowed, but this is just in case for folks who have limits in regard to certain explicit things. Speaking of explicit things...

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FILL 2/2 - Aspity/Aglaya- interrogation

[(Anonymous)]

“Kneel,” Aglaya said, mouth working before her brain could catch up.

“And do what?” Aspity panted.

“You’re going to lick my cunt until I say you’re done.”

“What if I say no?” Aspity’s words were charged but Aglaya didn’t miss the way her eyes trailed downwards, the unsubtle pink of her tongue swiping across her lower lip.

Aglaya hummed, “You said it would be a waste to turn you in, didn’t you? Prove it to me.”

Aspity held her gaze, determined, before she sank slowly to her knees, looking up all the while. The air was still, and Aglaya should have really turned around, headed back to the Cathedral, pretending none of this ever happened. Instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of her dress as she lifted it, revealing the top edges of her boots, the dark fabric of her stockings.

“Well?” Aglaya prompted. “You’ve wasted enough of my time already.”

Perhaps because she didn’t feel like arguing, or because she’d gotten what she’d been angling for, Aspity simply moved closer, took the hem of Aglaya’s dress into her fists and pushed it up further, further, until the straps of her garters were exposed, followed by the hem of her bloomers, simple and plain.

With shaking hands, Aglaya took the hem of her dress from Aspity and held it just below her navel, only a thin layer of fabric between her and Aspity’s mouth. The moment seemed to stretch out between them, Aglaya’s heartbeat pounding in her ears.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, hoping the quiver in her voice would go undetected.

Aspity smirked, despite her position, before she leaned closer and brushed her lips against the skin of Aglaya’s inner thigh. It was embarrassing how wet Aglaya was already, she couldn’t recall the last time she’d touched herself, let alone anyone else. Cool, open mouthed kisses trailed up her leg, over fabric, to the crease where her thigh met her pelvis - hardly anything, and yet Aglaya was devoting nearly half of her brain power to holding in little, pleasurable noises.

Then, right there, cruel teeth bit into her skin, and Aglaya yelped. Immediately the pressure was gone and Aspity was sitting back on her heels, snickering.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”

Aglaya nearly growled in frustration, nearly bent down to wring the woman’s stupid, smarmy neck, but she resisted. “I thought I was quite clear about the consequences of your disobedience,” she hissed.

“Oh, I know,” Aspity said easily. “I just like to see your face when things don’t go your way.”

Fists clenched tightly as Aglaya tried to repress her rage. “Look, I’m trying to do you a favor here. So, either start fucking me, or get ready for the gallows.”

Aspity’s face seemed to light up, and she raised her hand in a mock salute. “Anything you say ma’am.”

She didn’t give Aglaya a chance to snap back, instead reaching quickly for her underwear and pulling it down harshly. Cool air wafted between her legs, making the sensation of wetness that much more present. Aspity placed her mouth where it had been before and licked slowly, her tongue tracing just outside where Aglaya wanted. It occurred to her, then, that this wasn’t the first time Aspity had done something like this.

Aglaya refused to be teased, and instead stood still as Aspity’s mouth ghosted over her folds. It was strange, really, the way her breath seemed cold instead of warm, but Aglaya had far too much going on in her head to pay it any mind.

Finally, as if having grown bored, Aspity licked a wide stripe between Aglaya’s folds, and she had to clench her fists hard as she concentrated on standing still, not chasing the sensation. It didn’t matter, though, because it seemed Aspity was done teasing. Instead, she pressed the flat of her tongue hard against Aglaya’s clit, moving her head gently from side to side as she did.

There was nothing she could do - Aglaya let out a squeak. It really had been a long time, after all. Aspity took it as encouragement, though, and moved more roughly. Aglaya bit her lip, as if it would prevent any further noise from escaping. Her legs shook, and when Aspity pulled back for a moment, she nearly stumbled forward.

“Needy, aren’t we?” Aspity grinned, face wet.

Aglaya wanted so badly to retort, but the truth was that Aspity was right, and all she could think of was how to get her back where she wanted her. Luckily, Aspity leaned forward again, this time kissing down to Aglaya’s entrance. Aspity’s cool tongue dipped inside of her, and this time Aglaya moaned, no longer caring how she sounded.

One hand let go of her dress as Aglaya reached instead for Aspity’s short hair, grabbing hold of it to ground her as she clenched around the other woman’s tongue. How quickly she’d been reduced to a trembling mess, and yet she found she couldn’t quite bring herself to care.

She truly hadn’t realized how long she’d gone without this pleasure, and now that she’d had a taste of it, Aglaya couldn’t get enough. It did feel good, getting shallowly fucked by Aspity’s tongue, but she needed more. Without thinking, she pulled Aspity’s head away from her, both of them panting as dark eyes found each other.

“Fuck me,” Aglaya breathed.

Aspity’s pupils were blown wide, nearly impossible to distinguish from her irises in the low light. “Why should I?” she asked.

“Oh, drop the act,” Aglaya huffed. “You’ve wanted me since I walked through the door, haven’t you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Aspity purred, “I’ve been waiting for this moment since you came into town. Who wouldn’t want a chance to take the Inquisitor down a peg?”

Aglaya smirked, “Bold words for a woman kneeling beneath me.”

Aspity smiled up at her, made a show of licking her lips. “Then what are you waiting for? Get on the bed.”

Perhaps it should have been embarrassing, giving in to a woman like Aspity so easily in a house that seemed as if it might collapse at any moment, but Aglaya was too far gone to care. She moved around Aspity as she rose slowly from the floor and stood next to the bed.

The bed was lumpy and scratchy, really just a long cushion stuffed with who knows what laid on top of some crates. Aglaya wondered how Aspity could possibly sleep like this. It wasn’t that Aglaya had lived in luxury, no, she’d traveled to all kinds of places in her time as an Inquisitor. It just seemed the most uncomfortable sleeping situation imaginable, and it didn’t seem much more comfortable for intercourse.

Nevertheless, Aglaya unbuttoned her dress somewhat hastily, and tossed it aside, just as Aspity let out a low whistle. Aglaya rolled her eyes and continued removing her underclothes. When she finished changing, she noticed Aspity hadn’t removed any of her clothing at all.

“Forgetting something?”

Aspity cocked her head to the side, mirth in her eyes. “I’m not quite sure you’d be able to handle seeing all of me.”

The situation had already progressed far from anything remotely ethical, so if Aspity wanted to remain covered, Aglaya wasn’t going to push it. Slowly, Aspity moved forward and settled her hands on Aglaya’s waist, pressing her against the makeshift bed and Aglaya yielded easily, their positions reversed, Aglaya now the one looking up at Aspity.

Aspity crawled onto the bed, her hands braced on either side of Aglaya, knee pressed between her open legs. She squirmed under Aspity’s gaze, feeling as though the other woman was dissecting her, pulling apart the layers of skin, muscle, organs, bone, looking for something that wasn’t there.

“I really don’t have all day,” Aglaya murmured, and then Aspity was on her.

The lack of heat as Aspity trailed her mouth from Aglaya’s collarbone down to her breasts was strange, as though she wasn’t human. Her hands, too, were cool, one grasping at her breast, toying with her nipple, and the other held her waist, too tight to be comforting.

Aglaya didn’t have time to worry about it too much, instead canting her hips up against Aspity’s clothed thigh, no longer caring how wanton she seemed.

“Come on,” she growled, reaching for Aspity’s wrist, dragging her hand down to where she needed her.

“Needy, aren’t you,” Aspity said.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge here,” Aglaya bit out. “You have a lot riding on your performance.”

Aspity laughed, and then, without ceremony, she slipped a finger into Aglaya, who clenched hard around her.

“More,” she groaned.

“Sure you can take it? Seems like it’s been a while for you,” Aspity smirked.

“Fuck off,” Aglaya hissed. “Give me another finger before I hang you myself.”

Shrugging, Aspity pulled out her finger before slipping back in with two. “Don’t blame me if you can’t walk back to the Cathedral.”

Aglaya moaned loudly, reveling in the fullness, rocking against Aspity’s hand. No longer teasing, Aspity picked up the pace, crooking her fingers each time she pulled back until finally she found a spot that had Aglaya biting her lip to keep from shouting. The sensation was overwhelming, such a distant memory that it almost felt foreign.

“Your mouth,” Aglaya panted, “suck my clit.”

Almost immediately Aspity complied, too focused on the task at hand to act cocky any longer. Aglaya reached out blindly for Aspity’s head, digging her fingers into her hair. It should have been embarrassing, mortifying, that Aglaya came nearly the instant Aspity sucked her clit into her mouth, but somehow she found she didn’t care.

Aspity didn’t stop, either, her tongue pressing hard against Aglaya’s clit as she rode out her orgasm, still thrusting against her fingers. It was like she was on a mission, the way Aspity moved, another climax building quickly that Aglaya felt powerless to stop. She cried out, loud enough that she could scarcely believe the sound was coming from her, and then her hips stuttered, fell, exhausted, and Aspity slowed to a stop as Aglaya’s muscles fluttered around her fingers sporadically.

With her eyes closed, Aglaya felt as if the whole world had stopped for this moment, a ringing in her ears, her body trembling as she slowly came back to earth. When she finally opened her eyes again, Aspity was sitting next to her, looking down at her once again with that piercing look. She smirked when her eyes met Aglaya’s.

“Well, I’d certainly say that was a good enough job to avoid a hanging,” she said.

Aglaya looked up at her, dazed. “You…are the shabnak, aren’t you?”

They stared at each other, silent, and then Aspity laughed. Loud and ugly, a cackle, and she wrapped her arms around herself, as though keeping her stuffing inside, her eyes crinkled shut.

“Oh, Inquisitor,” she said after she caught her breath. “Don’t tell me you actually believe those stories.”

“But…”

“Didn’t you say you had things to do today? You’d best get going now before it turns dark, and the streets get even worse,” Aspity said. “Wouldn’t want our precious Inquisitor to get hurt. Who knows what would happen to us then?”

Aglaya sat up, limbs still weak, and bent down to gather her clothes. Aspity kept her eyes on her while she got dressed, and somehow Aglaya felt that she hadn’t been in control since she’d stepped into the woman’s home.

With the last of her buttons of her dress fastened, Aglaya smoothed the wrinkles in her dress and tucked her hair back into its usual bun.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” she said stiffly, a pretense of formality. “You’ve been very…helpful.”

“I’m sure,” Aspity smirked. When she stood up from the bed, a strange clack sounded as her feet hit the floor. Not at all how a bare foot or shoe should sound.

“Well then,” Aglaya said, “I’ll be going.”

Aspity gave a sardonic wave before Aglaya turned, walking briskly down the hall and out the door. She could tell her higher-ups that she’d found the rumored shabnak, the woman with bones for legs, the bringer of the plague, and she’d be saved from execution, no doubt about it.

But then again, who would believe such a thing? Aglaya stepped out into the evening rain and sighed.