A/N: Cacao is a bit of a manipulative guy in this one. Biding his time until you were broken enough for him to claim. Also size, choking, overstim, and master kinks.
You really, really, really were useless. You were jumpy, startled, on edge. All the time. Your fears were always casted over you like a shadow in the darkness, clinging on to the edge of the wall whilst the moon shined down. Your light in the darkness... Who was it? Well, it was your dear friend, Dark Cacao. He wasn't especially kind, nor did he like anything you did. But he was still a person who cared.
Multiple night after parties you found yourself hyperventilating in his arms. He's just shush you and rub your back. Tonight was no different. There was supposed to be a play, but the second you walked down the hall you noticed looming figures everywhere. Mannequins.
You hated them. Despised them. They used to wrack your mind with warped nightmares as a child due to your father's teasing. And you still hated them. Panic set in as they all seemed to stare at you. You felt like Ib in the lost gallery, being hunted down by figures that shouldn't be alive.
Dark Cacao wasn't here. He wasn't going to be here to save your pathetic mind from working overtime. As anxiety welled up in your chest like an inflated balloon, you turned on your heel and ran right out the door. You felt tears start to spill over your eyes as you quickened pace, boots making loud tapping noises across the pavement.
Everyone in town saw you as some shy, freaky girl who was scared of everything. People you'd never met would stare at you. As you ran down the road you heard the sound of a carriage behind you. Turning around, you swallowed and stepped off to the sidewalk just in time as the driver went hurling past you. Water splashed and just as luck had it, it went all over your jeans and boots.
Wiping away tears and willing more to stop, you shivered and visibly deflated your shoulders. People from across the street were smoking and staring, their eyes illuminated by the street lamps. You bit your lip and hung your head as you started heading home.
Wow. She's stupid.
Isn't that the king's friend? Isn't she like, a commoner?
Scared of everything. Irrational idiot.
I can't believe the king even tolerates her.
She probably whores herself around just so he'll keep her company.
The whispers in your brain kept going as you sniffled. They were right, weren't they? You remembered Dark Cacao telling you that being abused wasn't your fault. It was never your fault, he had said. Why couldn't you believe him...? The sound of another carriage made you clench your jaw as tears flooded your eyes once more.
However, the horses stopped beside you as you turned. Confused, you bit your lip. Is someone going to kidnap me? Mind about to fall into fight or flight, you dug into your pocket to find your pepper spray. However, the door opened first, and Cacao was standing on the first step. "Y/N? What are you doing out in the cold? Are you trying to get sick on me?"
You near burst out into sobs, running up the steps and into his arms. He chuckled, though it was dark to his own ears, and he shut the door. "C'mon, doll. Let's get you to the palace. And stop crying, I hate it," he wiped away your tears, softly smiling back as you.
You kept him in a firm hug, tiny body tightened to his like a tick on a dog. Despite how his hand rand through your hair and he hummed softly, his face was struck with pure hidden motive. A sickly grin grew on his face when you shuffled more into his coat, head leaned into his neck.
Upon arriving to the palace, he offered to help you change. You headed to his room and ended up wearing his own sleepwear; a baggy black tee with some sweatpants. When you wormed your way into his bed, he held you. His arms were wrapped around your waist, your itty bitty frame pressed against his as you softly cried, even in sleep.
Biting his lip, he inhaled your coconut-like scent. Intoxicating. He'd wanted to be in that small, tight little cunt for so long. Wanted to choke your tiny little neck snd watch your thin torso arch as he bred you into next week. He knew you'd allow him anything, if he could get you right here. And here you were.
His hands traced your hips and waist dip, so small, soft, and precious. God, the things he'd dreamt of. Your downy-feeling hands clawing at his wrist, eyes rolled back as you gushed on his cock. One hand pressed down on your swollen little clit, mouth gasping for air as you begged for mercy.
Even your voice haunted him. How you would whimper and make little gasps at certain times. How you sang so softly when he was sick and bed ridden. How you would sound begging and pleading underneath him, unable to handle the multiple orgasms and the monster shaft that you were abruptly speared on to.
His head cleared when he heard you whine in your sleep,a small huff leaving your mouth. He groaned lowly, grinding into the plump little ass that he wanted for so long. You jumped at the feeling, awakening with a jolt.
"Eh? Dar-Dark Caca-o?" You soft voice whispered as he gripped you by the cheeks in one hand. Your face squished as he Pulled you more towards him and landed a quick peck on the lips. You blinked in confusion as his hand traveled down and ghosted over your neck.
You shivered as tears boiled over into your eyes. You didn't know what to do or say. Did you want this? Did you deserve him? Both the answers were a mix of no and yes. But Dark Cacao didn't care about anything unless it was your tight, tiny cunt squeezing and sucking in his dick.
His hand had tightened around your neck as he kissed down your nape, other hand wandering to your waist and giving you a firm squeeze. You softly moaned, instinctively pressing into his growing bulge. The tip was reaching over your ass, the base starting right below. Holy shit.
You groaned when his free hand pinched your nipple though your clothes, tweaking the hardening bud as he smirked into your neck. "D-" he shushed you, rolling over so he was above you. His hand never left your neck, pinning you down as his long hair fell around his face. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long. So be a good girl and take it, okay?"
You nodded as best you could, yelping a bit when he bit down into your shoulder and helped you remove your upper clothing. Small tits bare to his eyes, you squeaked and looked away as tears flooded your eyes. I'm ugly. I don't deserve this. He's just using me as a fuck toy because he can't find anyone willing.
You swallowed thickly as the king rolled your nipple between his index finger and thumb. You mewled in response, keening when he smirked and whispered "good girl." His length was starting to poke against your groin, his lower body all but flush against yours.
You moaned when he nipped at your collarbone, hand catching the edge of your sweatpants and slowly pulling them down. His eyes caught sight of your tiny thighs clenching, breath stopping for a moment. How beautiful this site was. Your body trembling, bare and wet underneath him. And boy did his cock understand.
Rivulets of precum were dribbling down his shaft, begging to be perched deep inside the pretty, pink little cunt that you possessed. Gripping your thigh, he forced your right leg up and pushed you back into the pillows. Your embarrassed squeak gave him even more confidence, tongue licking a painfully long stripe over your clit.
You squirmed, audibly mewling at the sensation as your cunt squeezed in on itself, precious little clit being stimulated as Dark Cacao places his mouth around it, flicking with his tongue. Immediately unbearable, your back arching like a cat's as you tried to push your leg down.
He hummed in response, proud of how your sensitive little body was reacting to him. His touch. One of your small hands threaded into his hair as you thrased and gasped for air, fingers desperately pulling on the strands for relief. It was mind numbing, your eyes rolling back as you shook and shivered. Your quivers didn't help at all, his tongue unrelenting in its assault.
When you felt a milky, hot feeling pressuring in your abdomen, you cried out. Your eyes teared up as your hand clutched downward, other desperately clinging to the sheets. Back rearching, you came, hard. The tautness within your body snapped clean in half as your wailed, hips shaking as overbearing pleasured seeped into your foggy brain.
Dark Cacao smirked at your boggled state as he lifted himself up, your hand still laced into his hair as he stroked himself through his sweatpants. Quickly removing the fabric, he groaned as his tip met with your glistening clit as you flinched. Your eyes were still white, head thrown back as you twitched.
Dear God, was this perfect. Dark Cacao buried his cock tip into your small cunt, immediately being squeezed to near death. Squishy walls, tighter than a fleshlight, welcomed his intrusion despite your wails of resistance. He pinned your hands down, kissing your neck as you screeched at the pain. You felt torn in two by his massive cock, the bulge in your stomach enough to show the size.
Your tight body thrashed underneath him as he groaned again. Your body flinched when he drew out and re entered, your head falling back as you became even more small around him. Your body spasmed as Dark Cacao chuckled. You babbled out pleases, asking for him to stop as you finished your second high.
After a few moments of pistoning, he removed his left hand and brought it to your neck. You whimpered and moaned as he kept fucking you deeply yet slowly. "Mm, does it feel good? I bet it does. You love taking your master's dick, huh?" You mewled in response, nodding best you could as another orgasm shook your body.
Both hands gasped at his wrist as you pleaded, hips shifting as you tried to move away from his relentless assault. "Too- too much- please!" You cried, head falling back again as he kissed your collar bone. "Shh, baby. I know you can take it. You're doing so well, just wait."
But you couldn't wait. Everything was white and pleasurable and too much. Your sensory world was overloaded with the feeling of his cock deep inside you. As you came for the fourth time, you went limp. He was using you as a fleshlight, his own little fuck toy. And you couldn't fight it any more, just accepting the rough thrusts.
Your eyes rolled back when he buried deep inside you, nipping your neck. Hot, white cum splattered your insides, dick twitching as you shivered. Dark Cacao pulled out, settling himself beside you. Your senses felt numb and your ears ringed. Everything felt empty suddenly.
Dark Cacao pulled you under the covers and into an embrace, smiling Into your hair. "You did so good, mi caro. Good girl." Softly grinning, you snuggled into him and sighed, then passing out.