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It took a good amount of convincing on Heisenberg’s part before you were sure this wasn’t some kind of trap. You weren’t alone in despising Miranda, it turned out, and Heisenberg actually had a plan to do something about it.
Your parka and gloves were tossed over a chair along with his discarded hat. He sat opposite you on the couch, relaxed with one leg slightly up and the hand not holding his drink resting under his head. Your posture was the stark opposite, rigidly straight with legs crossed. Your gaze mostly focused on the glass in your hand, trying to look like you were contemplating what he’d proposed.
In reality, you were fully onboard for a coup. It wouldn’t be long before either exposure or lycans finished you off, you reasoned. If you were going to die, you preferred it to not end with you cowering for your life. No, you were pondering your glass because you were desperate to avoid acknowledging how close he was. Pressing your legs together did nothing to quiet how much your body longed for him to touch you.
You’d drank alcohol once or twice before during your treks into the closest modern city; you knew what a “buzz” was. What you hadn’t known is how the sensation would heighten your arousal in the right setting. Once you’d decided to take part in the mutiny, all you could think about was every fantasy you’d ever had. The room’s lighting mixed with his thin undershirt revealed a build you’d hoped for– unmistakably muscular with some “added insulation.”
You’d always preferred your men built bigger. And based on how the light also bounced off his pants, you guessed “bigger” was the operative word.
Heisenberg licked his bottom lip each time before he took another sip. You dared a glance up to watch him do it again. You felt yourself lightly bite your lip and made the mistake of raising your eyes further to meet his gaze. A quirked eyebrow let you know he’d noticed. Your face began to redden.
“Done thinking about my offer, princess?”
You cleared your throat.
“Of course I’m in. How can I be of service, my lord?”
“Oh, I can think of a few ways,” he chuckled. You took another sip of your drink, trying to ignore the way his words made your insides flutter. “I’m thinking mostly weapons retrieval. Help me get some of the artillery The Duke can source but won’t deliver himself. Convenient you found an SUV today.”
“Dangerous but doable,” you sighed. “Unlike you, I suppose Miranda wouldn’t notice if I disappeared into the city for a few days.”
He nodded.
“Okay, deal. What’s in it for me, then?”
“Once I have the power, I can give you anything you want.”
“I want to leave the village,” you said without hesitation. His cocky smirk dropped into a slight frown, but his glasses kept his full expression unreadable. “No more lycans and no more wondering when I’ll stop being useful to whoever’s in charge. No offense, of course.”
He huffed a short, dry laugh.
“Some taken. I just don’t think you’re dreaming big enough, princess. There’s a world outside the village, sure. But why leave if you could stay here and live like a goddess?”
“Oh yeah?”
“I reward my allies well,” he said, his trademark smugness returning. “How does ‘second in command’ sound?”
Your mouth dropped open. The tension in your body finally snapped.
You let out a single, bark-like laugh that quaked your body. Your shoulders rolled forward slightly from the sudden force. The sound spilled out of your mouth like you weren’t expecting it. You weren’t laughing at him. Rather, your brain had finally broken after processing fraught emotion after emotion.
Hours ago he was considering feeding you to the lycans! And now, Lord Karl Heisenberg, one of the village masters, child of Mother fucking Miranda, sole object of your affection, just ask if you’d like to be his right-hand woman? It was too much!
It was a brief, loud sound that echoed off the walls. It was awkward, too, sounding less like a guffaw and more like a strangled cough. An awkward sound for an awkward moment, truly. With a smile (your first all night), you began to apologize and explain your outburst. The words died on your lips, though, as Heisenberg sat up with slight alarm.
His lips parted slightly and his eyebrows raised. The tenseness that was coiled up in your body suddenly manifested into the room’s now-choking atmosphere. Then he began to lean towards you. For every inch he moved forward, you shrunk further into the couch. You couldn’t help but hungrily rake your eyes over every inch of him as he crawled towards you, mind buzzing with thoughts about how easy he could overpower you.
Heisenberg’s descent upon you stopped just short of the threshold of your cushion. A few moments passed where the only audible noise in the room was both your and his heavy breathing. Then, a small moan involuntarily left your lips when an absolutely wolfish grin blossomed on his face. He reached out a hand, gently touching your chin and willing you to bring it closer towards him. Of course you obliged.
You’d almost began to mumble an apology when he raised his lips to the shell of your ear, brushing the side of your face with his beard.
“You’re a dirty fucking whore, aren’t you?” he whispered.
He definitely felt your whole body shiver at that.
Biting your lip, you held back an honest to goodness moan. A fire began to burn in your core and, if possible, you felt your face heat up even harder. You wanted to play it cool and disarm him with your words, but your uneven breathing said everything Heisenberg needed to know.
“I wasn’t laughing at you, my lord. Of course I’d love to work beside you, my lord.”
“Please, princess, I much more prefer ‘sir.’”
“Yes, sir,” you gasped before you could stop the words from leaving your lips. You hadn’t realized how worked up you were, memories from the months and months you’d lusted for him flashing in your head, crashing over you like waves.
“All this time I’ve known you, I’ve wondered, ‘are those earrings? Maybe zippers?’ I should have known better, princess.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I don’t just move metal, you know. I can sense it. Even the tiniest screws give off vibrations.”
Your eyes widened, now knowing exactly what he was talking about. You’d had them for so long that sometimes you’d forget they were there.
“Missed what, exactly?” you said anyway, playing dumb. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t actually be an actual thing happening right now, right?
A simple twitch of his unseen hand made you yelp. Your nipples tittered lightly before gently pulling towards the palm of your new keeper. You followed them, though the force was hardly enough to hurt you should you have chosen to stand your ground. You groaned when he started to deftly knead your breast, your head falling back. Though gentle, the thrill of the moment amplified your senses tenfold. You could swear this action alone for long enough could set you over the edge.
Heisenberg moved his hand away from you. You raised your head to protest at him, but stopped when you saw through half-lidded eyes that he was finally removing those damn tinted glasses. His eyes were beautiful, a thin ring of amber wrapped around dilated pupils. While committing his expression to memory, you passively wondered when was the last time he’d gotten laid. If his track record was at all like yours, he had to be incredibly worked up. Why else would he consider taking you to bed, after all.
“Nipple piercings,” he tutted mockingly. “What would Miranda say?”
Well, you weren’t exactly one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
You didn’t respond, instead tackling him backwards onto the couch as you started to kiss him greedily. He responded in kind, not hesitating for a second to return your enthusiasm. You touched every inch of skin you could reach, admiring the tight muscles in his arms and torso before reaching for the hem of his shirt. Once that was off, you were gripping handfuls of chest hair. His exploration of your body was similar, his strong hands also taking extra time to knead your ass.
The truth was you’d long envied the freedom of women on the outside– sexual and otherwise. Even the modern women in the city closest to the village were allowed to pave their own paths. They could do whatever their hearts desired– read, shop, go to school, travel the world. A couple years back, you’d looked enviously at a gaggle of women as they left a piercing parlor. That’s when you noticed them displayed in the window: titanium barbells with matching spheres on either end.
It was the summer when you got them and Miranda had indeed noticed. Advised to not wear a bra while they healed, she’d seen the new shape poking out from under your cotton shirt. She’d let you know she wasn’t pleased, but left the matter alone. You’d deserved a reward for your hard work, she said, but warned not to push your luck any further. You had a feeling that fucking Lord Heisenberg would be crossing an irreparable line, but you didn’t care.
Gaining control of the situation, Heisenberg suddenly flipped you on your back into the couch’s soft seating. Pinning you beneath his weight, he lent down and left kisses along your neck. He made a show of inhaling deeply and exhaling a hungry groan before descending upon your clavicle. What had been a slight tittering of your piercings a moment ago became an outright vibration. Unable to keep your satisfaction bridled, you moaned into his ear. The gentle touches and caresses he left on your skin as he undressed you piece by piece only left you craving more.
His tongue was driving you mad, especially. He took his sweet time removing your bra, but any sense you had to complain was pushed out of your mind when he wrapped his lips around one nipple. Your insides quivered, your sex pulsated around nothing. You were desperate to be filled.
The piercings had allowed you to maintain an illusion of autonomy. You weren’t trapped in exile, you’d convinced yourself, you just let people think you were hopeless and disarming. You chose to not escape the village alone, you swore to yourself. Not because you couldn’t outrun the lycans or Miranda’s grunts, but because you liked your (cramped, drafty, flimsy) cabin. You had no sympathy for the outside world and didn’t feel bad when people were devoured or experimented on. You chose to be Miranda’s pet in order to survive.
…But every time you heard the screams and the silence that always followed, you knew you’d only done it because you had no other hope. Your bad blood served Miranda no other purpose.
Perhaps, then, letting Heisenberg breed you was the perfect vengeance.
“I want you to impregnate me,” you said breathlessly, interrupting his ministrations.
Heisenberg sent you a confused look from your lower belly. He sat up, pulling you on his lap with him. As your naked chest pressed against his, you wrapped your arms around his neck. One of his hands rested on your lower back while the other carded gently through your hair. Both of you were mostly naked now, his pants and your skirt the only layers left between you. Yes, even your panties and stockings had, teasingly, been discarded. Unable to resist touching him even as he was trying to talk to you, you kept kissing his neck and nipping his earlobes.
“I’m not sure you know what you’re asking, princess,” Heisenberg chuckled while rubbing your back. “No matter how hard Miranda’s tried to convince me, I’ve always refused to be anyone’s buck.”
“Why? Not a family man?” you asked sarcastically between your worship of his body.
“Because I don’t want my kid to become a vessel.”
You grinned wickedly against his skin, biting the flesh beneath his jaw.
“Good thing the y/l/n clan has bad blood.”
He said nothing.
“Can you imagine how shocked she’d be to see me– woah!”
Heisenberg hoisted you over his shoulder, nearly ripping your skirt as he forced it down your hips and thighs. He also made quick work of his own bottoms during the short walk between the couch and the bed. He threw you down, taking a moment to drink in your nakedness with a look that made you absolutely weak. He got on his knees next to the bed, wrapped his arms around either of your thighs, and pulled your pussy against his face.
“Let’s focus on this first. I’m a gentleman, after all,” he chuckled as he nipped the inside of your thigh. “How do you like to be fucked?”
“On all fours,” you said breathlessly.
The change from cool air to warm breath sweeping across your sex made your toes curl hard. You felt him smirk against your body when you reached a hand down to grip his hair, guiding his head to where exactly it needed to be. While you were distracted by his tongue gliding in persistent circles around your clit, he slipped two fingers into you. You gave a depraved cry as a familiar sensation in your stomach began to bloom. Honestly, you were surprised it had taken this long.
“Sir, I-I…”
Before you could get the words out, Heisenberg arose and flipped you onto your hands and knees. Your protests at the loss of contact morphed into the most immoral noise you’d ever made. You felt him slide into your pussy all the way up to the hilt. The sudden stretch was almost too much, but pain and pleasure made such a delicious combination. You committed to memory the sounds of your sighs and his groans mingling in the hot air. He started at a slow pace, at least taking time to make sure you were well adjusted.
Heisenberg ran his hands all over your back and thighs before suddenly smacking your ass. He threw his head back with a laugh when you cried out and your body clenched around him.
“Next time I’ll be more thorough, princess. I just– fuck– need to feel you cum on my cock. Right now.”
You loved his brand of domination. You couldn’t help but feel pleased when you heard the desperation seeping into his voice.
You began bumping your hips back against his, letting Heisenberg know you were ready for a faster pace. He made some noise that seemed to indicate he was thinking something over. If he was anything like how he was in your fantasies, Heisenberg couldn’t decide whether to give you both what you wanted now or edge you into a sloppy mess until he was ready to finish alongside you. You were grateful he picked the first option.
Heisenberg railed into you at a brutal speed, hips thrusting forward again and again without faltering. The wet noises your body was producing were downright sinful and you reveled in every second of it. It was just missing one tiny thing.
You reached a hand down to your folds and began toying with your own clit. You hoped Heisenberg would let you have this and not demand your orgasm come entirely from his own doing.
“Yes, princess,” he praised through gritted teeth. “You're doing such a good job taking my cock. So, so good.”
It wasn’t long before you felt yourself start to tumble completely over the edge again. Your front half collapsed into the bed, all your effort now going into reaching that beautiful rush. You were also desperate to manipulate your hips into allowing as much of Heisenberg into you as possible.
“Karl…” you moaned tentatively, breathily. You’d never ever used his first name before.
“Yes, y/n, yes,” he moaned back.
Your heart and body felt set ablaze simultaneously. You’d never cum more intensely in your life, your eyes squeezing shut so hard you were seeing stars and colors. You disassociated for a moment, not registering for a little bit that the pleasured gasps you were hearing were your own. His pace slowed slightly, making sure you could ride out the orgasm as much as possible before his own hit.
“My turn,” you heard Heisenberg whisper after a few moments.
He pulled out and flipped you on your back, immediately pinning your arms above your head, a wrist grasped in either one of his hands. Heisenberg maneuvered slightly to guide your legs over his shoulders as his lower half raised your hips upward. You laughed breathily as you realized he was guiding your bodies into a mating press. Your orgasm made it easier for him to slide back in without needing to be guided. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his cock brushed all of the right spots again.
His cock was magnificent. As much as you loved staring into his eyes, it was a pleasure like no other to watch inch after beautiful inch of him disappear into you. He was girthier than you had imagined. Heavier. You also loved the feeling of his balls bumping against your ass.
When you met his eyes again, you knew he was pleased that you’d been staring. He panted through his grin, looking just as amazing as in your fantasies. You made a mental note to insist on riding him next time, determined to make absolutely all your fantasies come true.
“Fuck, y/n, I’m going to–”
“Do it, Karl. I’m begging you. Please–”
He cut your pleading off with a hard kiss as his hips began to stutter their fluid movement. Heisenberg swallowed your gasp against his lips as you felt his cock pulse, spilling hot cum into you.
You stayed pressed against each other for minutes, maybe hours. He let your arms go and shifted to let your legs fall down against the bed again. He held you and you held him as your breathing began to return to normal. He kissed you deeply, cupping his hands around your face as you ran a hand over his hair. Pulling away, he went to go find a towel to clean you both off.
He turned off the lights and helped you into bed before settling in himself. He wrapped his arm around your middle, pulling you into him in an unmistakable protective way.
It was the safest you’d felt in weeks. Exhausted, the ambient noise of the factory humming was proving effective in helping lull you to sleep. You were nearly in dreamland when Heisenberg spoke up.
“You aren’t going back to that cabin,” he said.
“Wuh?” you muttered hazily.
“Don’t get excited, princess. I’ve just decided I need a bed warmer.”
“Uh, I didn’t sign up for that,” you snorted. You tried to play it cool but, in your heart, fireworks were going off.
“Hey,” he said warningly. You tensed slightly, expecting him to yell at you for being ungrateful. Instead, he dropped the volume of his voice.
“It’s too dangerous for you to be out there alone. I’ll tell Miranda I need you here for a couple weeks to do clerical work.”
Confused, you threw him a look over your shoulder. His amber eyes looked back at you in a way that almost seemed…tender. You didn’t let that distract you from your confusion too much.
“Then what was all that about at the door?” you asked, annoyed.
“Can’t let the lycans think I’m getting soft,” he shrugged.
“You could have gotten there faster at least…” you grumbled, turning your head back.
He sighed and started smoothing your hair with his free hand.
”That was a mistake.”
He was quiet for a moment, seemingly contemplating his next words.
“Heh. I thought you’d just made up a reason to jump my bones. Wasn’t expecting the breeding kink, of course.”
You rolled your eyes.
“It’s a big factory. I got there as fast as I could,” he said. “I’d never let them take you.”
Now that was a surprise. “Sentimental” is never a word you thought you’d ever use to describe Heisenberg, but he said those words with such sincerity that you couldn’t help but take it as truth. You turned your body around to face him fully.
“You wouldn’t?”
He studied your face carefully before laughing a little. It was almost like he was stalling until he could think of a way to avoid showing all his cards.
“Don’t go thinking I’m a romantic.”
“Mhm.”
He sighed, a little frustrated.
“What do you want? Flowers? Candy?”
“A straight answer.”
He ran a hand through his hair.
“What they told you when they took you from the village wasn’t a lie. I really did ask Miranda to spare you.”
He laughed again, clearly trying to shake off his nerves. It must be very hard for him to be vulnerable, you thought. Truly you were surprised he didn’t stick with the “purely physical” angle longer than he did.
“How could I possibly ever go on without you! The horror!” His words were, per usual, dripping with sarcasm again.
However confusing it was to parse exactly how and why you were valuable to him, you chose to just be happy that he cared enough not to let you die. When he wrapped both arms around you protectively, you snuggled into his broad chest.
“Such a princess. Always running back to her tower away from the big, scary Lord Heisenberg…” he mumbled sleepily.
“Get some sleep, Karl,” you said, pressing a kiss to his neck.
“For you, y/n, anything.”