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Revys Domination	By : Darkinudemon Category: -Misc Anime > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"You're always so tense, Rock," Revy murmured, her voice a soft caress that belied the steel in her gaze. She traced the contours of his face with a gentle finger, his skin a canvas of scars and stubble, each line a story of battles won and lost. Rock's eyes remained shut, his breathing shallow and controlled, the anticipation of the evening's ritual thick in the air.

"But you like it that way," he replied, the faintest of smiles playing at the corners of his mouth. The room was a dance of shadows and candlelight, the only sounds the crackle of the wax and the slow drip of melted wax onto the cold, hard floor.

Revy leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Tonight's special," she whispered, a hint of excitement lacing her words. "I've got a surprise for you." Rock's eyes snapped open, his heart racing in his chest. He knew what that look meant—tonight would be intense, even by their usual standards.

Revy picked up a coil of rope with leather cuffs attached. They were black and shiny, the kind that bit into the skin with a delicious sting. Rock's pulse quickened as he felt the raw leather against his wrists, the coolness of the metal clasp as she bound his hands to the bedposts. He knew what was coming, had dreamt of it a thousand times. But the reality was always so much more intense, so much more real.

Her touch was firm as she began to strip him of his clothing, her eyes never leaving his. He felt vulnerable and exposed, but also safe, like he was exactly where he was meant to be. The anticipation was a living, breathing entity in the room, feeding off their every move. Rock's eyes never left hers, searching for the truth behind the playful glint, the sadistic smile that promised so much pain and pleasure.

And there it was, the wrapped gift sitting on the bedside table. His heart skipped a beat as she picked it up, the weight of it giving away its purpose. The burdizzo. He swallowed hard, his mind racing with the implications of what he had just set in motion.

With trembling hands, she unwrapped the tool, the silver gleaming in the candlelight. It was cold and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the warmth of their bodies. Rock felt his cock twitch in anticipation, despite the fear that had taken root in his gut.

"You really mean it?" she asked, her voice a low growl. "Every time you say it, you really mean it?"

Rock nodded, the words barely a whisper. "I do, Revy. I belong to you. All of me."

Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of doubt, any hint of a lie. And when she found none, she straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips. The rope around his wrists tightened as he struggled to get closer, his cock already hardening with excitement.

"You're sure?" she pressed, her hand wrapping around the burdizzo, feeling its cold, unforgiving metal against her palm.

"I've never been more sure," he breathed, his voice strained with a mix of fear and desire.

Revy leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his chest, and placed the cold metal of the burdizzo against his left testicle. He flinched but didn't protest. With a slow, deliberate move, she brought her lips to his, kissing him deeply, tasting his need.

"If you want this," she whispered against his mouth, "you're mine completely."

Rock nodded, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I'm already yours, Revy. Do it."

The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, the candle flame flickering in the background. She applied pressure with the clamp, the metal jaws biting into the soft flesh of his scrotum. He gritted his teeth, his body tensing as the pain grew. But he didn't pull away, didn't beg for mercy. His eyes never left hers, a silent plea for her to continue.

The crunch was unmistakable, a sound that echoed in the stillness of the room, sending a shiver down her spine. The cords of his left testicle were crushed, the burdizzo a symbol of her dominance over his very essence. He let out a low moan, his body arching off the bed, but he didn't scream. His face was a mask of agony, but his eyes remained locked on hers, filled with something that looked suspiciously like love.

Revy's heart raced, a mix of arousal and doubt coursing through her veins. Was he truly okay with this? Was she going too far? But as she stared into his eyes, she knew he was telling the truth. This was what he wanted, what he needed.

With trembling hands, she lined up the burdizzo with his right testicle. Rock's body was a map of pain and pleasure, the lines blurring into one another until they were indistinguishable. "This is your last chance," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "Tell me you want this."

"I'm yours, Revy," he panted, the words a mantra, a declaration of his undying devotion. "Take it. Take it all."

With a fierce determination, she applied the clamp to his right testicle, the metal biting deep. He gasped, his body tensing, but he didn't break eye contact. The crunch was louder this time, the sound of his manhood being irrevocably altered, forever marked by her will.

Tears welled up in Rock's eyes, a mix of pain and relief. He had given her what she wanted, what he thought she needed to truly claim him. The burdizzo clamped tight, a promise sealed in blood and sweat.

Revy stared down at her handiwork, a strange mix of horror and fascination. He was a eunuch now, his masculinity forever altered. But the look on his face was one of pure bliss, his eyes glazed over with the endorphins of pain and the heady thrill of submission.

The weight of the moment settled on her chest like a stone. This wasn't just a game anymore, it was reality. She had taken something from him that could never be given back. But as she looked into his eyes, she knew that this was what he truly desired.

Her hand trembled as she reached for his now flaccid cock, the last bastion of his malehood. With a gentle touch, she began to stroke him, watching as he grew hard once more in her hand. The power she held over him was intoxicating, and she felt a thrill of excitement that she hadn't felt in a long time.

"You're mine," she murmured, her voice thick with desire as she untied him. "Mine to use, mine to keep."

Rock's eyes searched hers, the unspoken question hanging in the air. He nodded, understanding her need for reassurance. "Yes, Revy. I'm yours."

With a predatory grace, she swung a leg over his hips, her pussy hovering just above his cock. The tip was slick with pre-cum, a testament to his desire.

But before she could take him inside her, Rock's hands shot up, grabbing her by the thighs, stopping her descent. He looked up at her, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"Revy," he managed to get out, his voice a strained whisper. "A condom?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of annoyance flashing across her features. But then she smirked, understanding the unspoken message. "You're so predictable, Rock," she said, her voice a low purr. "Always thinking of my needs."

She dismissed the idea of a condom. Instead, she positioned herself over his cock, feeling the warmth of his arousal against her slick folds. Rock's eyes widened as she began to lower herself, the head of his cock breaching her entrance. The feeling of him inside her, raw and unfiltered, was unlike anything they had ever experienced together.

Her pussy clamped down around him, welcoming the familiar intrusion, the friction of their bare skin a heady sensation that sent shockwaves through her body. She moaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and power, her walls adjusting to the girth she had come to crave. Rock's eyes never left hers, the intensity of the moment a living, pulsing thing that bound them together.

"Consider this my new eunuch's birthday gift," she whispered, her voice a dark melody that resonated within his soul. "I suggest you try your hardest not to cum. There's no guarantee you'll ever get another chance to fuck me."

With that, she grabbed his hands, pinning them above his head. She began to rock her hips, a slow, torturous movement that made every inch of his cock feel like it was being worshipped by the warm, wet heaven of her cunt. The pain from his balls was a distant throb, overpowered by the exquisite pleasure of being inside her, of feeling her tighten and loosen around him as she moved.

Revy leaned in, capturing his mouth with hers. Her tongue slid between his teeth, pushing and probing, demanding his submission. He met her with an eager response, their tongues tangling in a dance that was every bit as fierce and possessive as their lovemaking. This was more than just sex; it was a declaration of dominance, a ritual that cemented their bond.

As she kissed him, she drew his tongue into her mouth, sucking it with a fervor that made him moan. It was a strange, intense sensation, one that had him straining against her hands. He had felt her mouth on his cock countless times, but this was different, more intimate somehow. It was as though she were claiming not just his body, but his very essence.

The pressure inside him grew, his cock swelling with the need to release. But he held back, his eyes never leaving hers, his mind focused on pleasing her. The pain from his crushed testicles was a distant memory, overshadowed by the exquisite agony of not being allowed to climax.

Revy could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tightened with each movement. She knew he was close, but she wasn't ready to let him go yet. With a wicked grin, she reached down and pinched his nipples, eliciting a gasp from his lips. The sensation was electric, shooting straight to his groin, making him even harder.

"Don't you dare," she growled, her voice a mix of lust and warning. "You cum before I say so, and you'll regret it."

Rock's eyes rolled back in his head as he fought the building orgasm. The pain in his balls had morphed into a strange kind of pleasure, a throb that matched the rhythm of her hips. He could feel her tightening around him, her muscles squeezing his shaft in a silent demand for his release. But he knew better than to disobey her, to give in to his own desires before she had taken her fill.

Revy felt her climax approaching like a storm, her pussy clenching and releasing, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She could see the desperation in Rock's eyes, the way he was trying so hard to hold back. It only made her more determined to push him to the edge.

But Rock had other ideas. As she sank down onto him again, he made his move. With a surge of strength, he thrust upwards, his cock slamming into her with a force that took her by surprise. She gasped, her eyes widening, the sudden change in pace and depth catching her off guard.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, a wave of pleasure that crashed over her, making her body spasm uncontrollably. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth bared in a silent scream. It was as though she had been holding her breath for an eternity, and finally, she could breathe again. The sensation was overwhelming, a crescendo of sensation that left her shaking and gasping for air.

Feeling her walls contract around him, Rock knew she was close. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, he bucked his hips upward, driving himself deeper into her. She was so tight, so wet, so warm, and the thought of filling her with his cum was almost too much to bear. He felt the pressure building, the urge to let go a living, breathing entity inside of him.

"Cum!" Revy growled, her voice a siren's call that shattered the last of his restraint. "Cum in me now, my eunuch. Fill my cunt with the last of your fertile seed!"

And then, she felt it as he let out a guttural roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. His hips bucked wildly, his cock swelling and pulsing as he reached his own climax. The warm, sticky rush of his cum filled her, a sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating. It was as if she could feel his very soul emptying into her, a silent declaration of his love and surrender. Rock's body tensed beneath her, his muscles straining as he gave her everything he had, the last of his fertile seed filling her cunt as he claimed it as his own.

As the last of his orgasm subsided, his cock softened within her, the burdizzo's bite a stark reminder of the price he had paid for this moment. Revy sat there for a moment, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, her mind racing with what she had just done. The burdizzo lay forgotten beside them, a tool of power and pain now a silent witness to their love.

The warmth of his seed filled her, a sensation that was both thrilling and terrifying. She felt the weight of his decision, the gravity of what he had given her. But now, as she sat astride him, the reality of the situation hit her. What was she to do with his cum?

Revy had never been one for motherhood, not in this hellhole of a city where danger lurked around every corner. The thought of bringing a child into this world made her stomach churn. She had often joked about having her tubes tied, a simple solution to a complex problem that she knew would never be so straightforward in Roanapur.

But now, as she felt the warmth of Rock's cum pool inside her, she couldn't help but consider the possibility. The irony of the situation was not lost on her. Despite her vigilant use of birth control pills and strict requirement that Rock always wear a condom, she had just taken the ultimate risk, allowing him to fill her womb. It was a thrilling gamble, one that she hadn't allowed herself to indulge in before. The idea of being pregnant, no matter the near impossibility of carrying his child, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Gently, she cupped Rock's cheek, the roughness of his stubble a stark contrast to the softness of her palm. His eyes searched hers, a silent question lingering between them. She leaned down and kissed him lightly, her tongue tracing the outline of his lips. It was a tender moment, one that stood in stark contrast to the brutal passion that had just taken place.

"I have a proposition for you," she murmured, her voice a soft purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "You have three choices, my love."

Rock looked up at her, his eyes still glazed over with the aftermath of his climax. "What are they?" he asked, his voice hoarse from the strain of holding back.

Revy's eyes sparkled with a mischievous light. "First," she began, "you can leave your seed inside me." She watched his expression, the flicker of hope mixed with fear. "Maybe it'll take root, maybe not. It's a gamble, but it's your call."

Rock's heart raced at the thought, his mind racing with the implications. The idea of her carrying his child, despite the odds, was both exhilarating and terrifying. But he knew her stance on children, her fears for the kind of life they'd lead in Roanapur. He also knew her propensity for control, for always having a plan B. "And the other options?" he asked, his voice still thick with the aftermath of pleasure.

Revy's smirk grew wider. "Ah, the plot thickens," she said, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down his spine. "Option two is for you to try to save it," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. "But we both know that's not going to happen."

Rock nodded, his heart racing as he considered the implications of her words. The idea of her carrying his child was a powerful one, but it was a gamble in a world where life was as cheap as the bullets they sold at the local gun shop. But the thrill of the risk was what made it so intoxicating.

"And the third?" he managed to croak out, his throat dry from the intensity of the moment.

"Ah, the pièce de résistance," she said with a wicked grin, sliding off him and straddling his face and facing his feet. The musky scent of their combined arousal filled the air, a potent reminder of their intimate connection. "You get to clean up the mess."

Without a moment's hesitation, Rock's tongue darted out, eager to taste himself on her. He dived into her warm, wet folds, licking up the sticky remnants of his release. The salty tang of his cum mixed with the sweetness of her juices, a heady cocktail that had him groaning with pleasure. He could feel her watching him, the weight of her gaze as intense as the sensation of her muscles clenching around his tongue.

He explored her with a fervor that surprised even him, his tongue delving deep, coating every inch of her inner walls. It was as though he was trying to claim her in a different way, marking her as his own with every stroke. His hands found purchase on her hips, urging her down further, his need to devour her insatiable.

Revy watched him with a detached curiosity, the idea of his eagerness to clean her up after taking his seed leaving a strange warmth in her chest. It was a level of submission she hadn't anticipated, and it thrilled her in a way she hadn't expected. If he was this eager to lick cum out of her, then maybe there was more she could explore with him.

Her mind drifted to the future, to the times when they ventured to the civilized world outside of Roanapur. She had always joked about getting her tubes tied, a way to ensure that she never had to deal with the mess of an unexpected pregnancy. But now, the thought took on a new, darker edge. What if she found some stranger, some faceless cock to fill her, just so Rock could lick her clean again? It was a thrilling notion, one that made her blood sing with excitement.

As Rock's tongue worked its magic on her, she made up her mind. They'd leave for the city as soon as the job was done. Find some quack who'd be happy to take their blood money and snip away her ability to bear children. It was a small price to pay for the thrill of this moment, for the power she felt in knowing that she could take him to the edge of oblivion and back again.

But even as she thought of the future, her mind wandered to the tantalizing idea of what might come next. The thought of bringing a stranger into their games, watching as he took her in every way she allowed while Rock lay there, bound and helpless, was a heady one. The thrill of the unknown, the danger of being caught, it all added to the allure.

And when she found that random cock to fill her, when she was sated and the stranger had left, she'd make Rock lick her clean, taste the evidence of her infidelity on her skin. It was a dark thrill that made her wet just thinking about it.

But for now, she had Rock's full attention, and she wasn't about to let him off easy. She leaned back, her ass pressing against his face, his nose buried in the scent of their love making. He lapped at her hungrily, his tongue swirling around her clit, dipping into her pussy to gather every drop of his cum.

Revy groaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. The sensation of his mouth on her, his newfound eagerness to serve her in this way, was intoxicating. She could feel his love and devotion in every stroke, his tongue a declaration of his willingness to do anything she desired.

Leaning forward, she decided to return the favor that Rock was giving her. Taking his limp eunuch cock into her own mouth, she began to clean it of their shared release. The taste of his cum was faint, overpowered by the tang of her own juices, but she didn't care. This was about power and control, about showing him that she owned every part of him, even the parts he had sacrificed for her.

Her tongue swirled around the shaft, teasing the sensitive cut head of his cock before taking it into the depths of her throat. Rock groaned, the sound muffled by her pussy against his face. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that had him squirming.

The memory of their first mark surfaced, the night she had circumcised him without anesthesia. It was a declaration of their unorthodox bond, a symbol of his willingness to endure anything for her. He had been so focused on giving her pleasure, his tongue dancing around her anus as she approached climax, that he didn't even flinch when she squeezed the stapler, cutting off his foreskin. The pain had been a shock, a stark reminder of the depth of his submission, but it was the look of power and satisfaction in her eyes that had sent him over the edge.

Now, as he felt her muscles tighten around his tongue, Rock knew that she was close to another peak. His thoughts drifted back to the burdizzo, to the way she had claimed his balls with such cold precision. The pain had been unbearable, but the knowledge that he was truly hers, that he had given her something no one else had ever had, filled him with a strange kind of euphoria.

With a sudden sureness, he slid a lubricated finger into her ass, the way she liked it, the way that always made her scream. The sound of her pleasure was music to his ears, a symphony that had him eager to push her over the edge once more. He worked his digit in and out, feeling the tight ring of muscle give way to his intrusion.

That did it for Revy. She came with a scream that she muffled by harshly biting his limp cock, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh. The pain only added to the intensity of her climax, her body shuddering with the force of it. Her juices sprayed onto his face, a hot, sticky mess that only served to heighten his arousal. Rock's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt her pussy contract around his tongue, her orgasm sending waves of pleasure through his own body.

As she slid off his face, panting and gasping for breath, Rock couldn't help but admire the bite marks she had left on his shaft. They stood out, red and angry against his pale skin, a stark contrast to the rest of the bruises and scars that adorned his body. Each one was a testament to their love, a reminder of the power she held over him.

Revy looked down at him, her eyes hooded with desire. She leaned over and kissed him, her teeth grazing his lower lip. The kiss grew more intense, more demanding, until she had drawn blood. The metallic tang of it filled her mouth, mingling with the taste of their love.

Withdrawing, she sat back, her eyes never leaving his. "You know how much I love leaving my mark on you," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper.

Revy's gaze raked over Rock's body, the canvas of their love, where every bruise, welt, and scar was a story of their tumultuous passion. Each bite she'd ever given him stood out starkly against the pale canvas of his skin, a dark map of their shared desires. The bruise and scar from her teeth had become a badge of honor, a silent declaration of his willingness to submit to her every whim.

Her eyes fell to his limp cock, the burdizzo's grim handiwork still fresh and raw. Despite the pain, Rock's eyes never left hers, his love and devotion shining through the haze of endorphins. He watched as she gracefully slipped off the bed, the light from the moon casting a silhouette of her naked form against the wall. Her body was a symphony of curves and shadows, a masterpiece of power and beauty. Her tattoes adding an exotic quality he'd never of known about had he not met her.

Revy walked over to the dresser and opened the drawer with a smooth, practiced motion. She rummaged through the contents, pulling out a bottle of pain pills and a cold beer. She knew his pain threshold was high, but she wasn't cruel; she wanted him to feel a semblance of comfort after what they'd done. With the care of a mother tending to her injured child, she handed him the pills and beer. "Take these," she ordered, her tone gentle despite the command. "They'll help with the pain."

Rock took them without hesitation, swallowing the pills with a grateful gulp of the cold liquid.

The crunch of ice against his tender flesh made him suck in a sharp breath, but he knew it was necessary. The pain was a stark reminder of the gift he had given her, and the promise it held. As he felt the chill spread from the ice pack to his crotch, the throbbing began to subside. It was a strange kind of relief, a balm to the fire that had been raging in him since she had claimed his balls with the burdizzo.

Revy climbed back into bed, her body still slick with sweat and cum, wrapping herself around him like a protective blanket. He felt the warmth of her skin against his own, her breath hot and ragged against his neck. Her arms were strong and reassuring, a reminder that despite his newfound vulnerability, she would never let anyone harm him.

Her hand found its way to his crotch, her fingers wrapping around the cold, lifeless weight of his testicles. The burdizzo had done its work well, leaving them dead and useless. Yet, she couldn't help but squeeze them gently, feeling the give of the ruined flesh beneath her hand. It was a morbid fascination, a testament to the depth of her love and control.

As the room grew quiet, save for the sound of their breathing, the gravity of what they had done settled in. Rock's eyes grew heavy with exhaustion, his body slack against hers. She knew he was in pain, but she also knew he would endure it for her, that his submission was complete.

"Rest," she whispered, stroking his hair gently. "You've earned it."

And with that, they both succumbed to the siren call of sleep, their bodies entwined in a silent declaration of the bond that had grown stronger with every beat of their hearts that night. The room was still, the only sound the steady rhythm of their breathing, a testament to their shared experience. The moon had moved across the sky, casting a different pattern of shadows on the wall, but they remained oblivious, lost in the warm embrace of exhaustion.

In the quiet of the night, their dreams began to intertwine, visions of a future where their love was the only constant in a city that never slept. They saw themselves in a world where the only battles they had to fight were the ones they picked together, their trust and love the only weapons they needed. Rock dreamed of a life where his role as her devoted eunuch was celebrated rather than whispered about in the dark corners of the city, where they could walk hand in hand without fear of judgment or retribution.

Revy, on the other hand, saw a future where she had grown softer, where the edges of her anger had been dulled by the gentle strokes of his love. She dreamed of a world where she could lay down her guns and knives, where their love was the only danger she craved.

A future they would share together...

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