You called me, little one. Now you’re mine (250+ images in download-link)
Added 2025-04-12 12:00:07 +0000 UTCRapunzel getting destroyed by Venom... this is a hard one and she LOVED it!
She felt him before she saw him.
A slow, oily ripple through the shadows. Her breath caught, and her pulse quickened as the voice filled her head — deep, growling, amused.
“You called me, little one. Now you’re mine.”
She didn’t speak. She didn’t have to. Her body answered before her mouth could form words — her back arched, her thighs pressed together, anticipation soaking her skin like sweat.
He emerged like smoke made flesh, the black tendrils crawling across the floor, up her legs, over her hips. Slick, strong, sentient. She shivered, not from fear — not anymore — but from the way he knew her. Every inch. Every craving. Every dark little corner she didn’t dare speak of.
The tendrils wrapped around her wrists, lifting them above her head, pinning her against the cold wall. Her breath hitched, a whimper slipping from her lips as he laughed — low and feral.
“You like being hunted,” he hissed. “You like being claimed.”
Her clothes were gone in seconds, stripped by shadow. The air kissed her skin, and so did he — everywhere at once. A dozen inky touches dragging over her breasts, her thighs, teasing between her legs. Every movement was both soft and brutal. Every second pushed her deeper into the spiral of need.
She moaned his name — or something close to it — as he entered her mind, her body, her world. There was no more her. No more him. Just the rhythm of skin and shadow, of strength and surrender.
Her body shook as climax crashed through her — not once, but over and over, until she lost count. Until her legs gave out and her voice broke from the cries she couldn’t hold back.
He caught her. Always.
Wrapped around her like armor. Like obsession.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered against her skin, sticky with heat. “And I’m never letting go.”
