[F4A] Alarm Clock

Mornings are awful. I know I’m sadistic and perhaps a bit on the cruel side, but mornings take the cake when it comes to being a colossal bitch. Even I don’t thrust myself upon people every single day without fail in their most vulnerable times.

But.

That’s all in the past.

Ever since I acquired a proper alarm clock my mornings have been delightful, pleasant even. Who knew that it was all in the way you woke up?

Dreams slipped from my memory, fading into nothingness as the warm wave of pleasure roused me from my slumber. The edges of my lips teased a smile, tugging upward as I registered the light passing through my eyelids. My hips danced along, grinding towards the pleasurable sensations - a command for more. Even if it was my preferred way to awaken, that was not a good reason to stir myself any faster than the morning haze permitted. Instead, I’d let you do all the work.

One hand strayed down, fingers burrowing in your hair and pressing you forwards into the confines of my legs, a soft moan escaping as your tongue brushed over a particularly sensitive spot. It’d been a while, but through a few intensive training courses you had learned exactly how to wake me. As your tongue worked away, my legs found themselves playing earmuffs once more, crossing behind your head and locking you in place. Not that you would ever try to escape, in fact part of me suspected that without my supervision you’d never leave your place of worship. Another smile was drawn across my face, proud of myself for having trained you so well and made you into a humble little worshipper.

The other hand joined its twin, curling up inside the forest above, tugging lightly as a means of communicating my approval. Such a good alarm clock you are… I thought as the pressure began to build up, the warmth spreading out as another ring of pleasure grew out from down below to layer my body in an ecstatic glow.

“Ma-” I cut myself off with a low and helpless moan from deep within, dragging itself up my throat and filling the reverberating sound. A heavy breath followed, parting my lips to remind you once more.

“Make sure… you clean up… properly.” I managed out in a shrill voice, thighs tightening around your head with my body tensing up for the break in the dam wall, ready for the oncoming flood of pleasure that never failed to follow the cracks.

Prompt Status: Closed

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Wakey wakey.