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Re: Riven X Musa + Fuck or Die (TW: non/dub con) PART THREE
Date: February 16th, 2023 03:30 am (UTC)“I-I don’t understand.”
“Like I said, everything is very simple. The choice you make tells me which lines you’ll cross and which ones you won’t. Option three gives you the option of fucking your partner. All three are valid choices that I will abide by. I will give you some time to think about it, but don’t take too long.”
Musa struggles not to allow her confusion to overwhelm her. In the most basic of definitions, how can her choices be death, potential death or just sex? If it came down to it, Musa would die for Riven, she knows that like she knows her own reflection - just as he would die for her. But she won’t do so if it means leaving him in anguish because he thinks her death is his fault. Option one is a known ending - a terrible one for her, yes, but the cost for Riven is far too much and she won’t pay it even though it means he’s alive in the end.
She could go with Bella even if she knew it was likely she’d die as a result, but the potential ramifications are so high. Musa and her magic could be used as a weapon, killing countless people right along with herself, and Riven would be in danger when he came after her too. And he would come, she’s certain of that as well. Option two is all about the unknown, and even if both of them survived when all was said and done, the cost for others is so high they may never be able to live with it afterwards.
Option three…it seems so benign in comparison to the others. What’s sex in the face of death and ambiguity? Musa isn’t delusional enough to believe that there won’t be any fallout if she takes this option, but only she and Riven would go through it. And their partnership is strong enough to weather a little awkwardness, isn’t it? Her eyes flick to him once again, and she wants to entwine her fingers with his; wishes she could find the reassurance she so often finds staring back at her. Instead there’s only the empty shell of her partner that blankly watches her in return, but it’s enough to remind her what’s important. Still, she needs to be sure of a few things first.
“So let me make sure I understand you. If I choose the third option, are you going to be controlling him the whole time? Will he know what’s happening, will he remember it?” A sudden shiver runs through her as she thinks about what might happen. It’ll be bad enough that none of this is really his choice, but Musa doesn’t know if she could even do this if he continued to stare at her with those emotionless eyes.
“I’ll release him from my control, but only if you tie him securely first. He’ll experience and remember it just the way you will. I believe you’ll cooperate now that you’ve seen how easily I can make him kill himself, but I’m not interested in relinquishing my hold only for him to grab some hidden weapon and attack. And I do mean that you securely tie him, Musa. Are we clear on those terms?”
Musa nods, slightly relieved even as she wonders if Bella is aware of the knife strapped to her thigh after all. “Yes, we’re clear. And you’re really going to go away and leave us alone after?”
“Yes. You have my word that I’ll be finished with the both of you. Have you made your choice then?”
She has, but she stays silent for a few moments longer, allowing the decision to settle over her. There’s no real way to know if Bella is telling the truth about leaving them alone, but for some reason Musa feels like the crazy woman means it. The last scenario feels like the right choice even as the anxiety brewing in her stomach churns faster, and her answer is breathy when she finally gives it, unable to actually put into words what she’s planning to do to her partner.
“Yes. I choose the third option.”
“I thought you might, but I have enjoyed watching you wrestle with your conscience, Musa.”
The desire to swiftly grab her knife and throw it directly into Bella’s forehead is powerful, and Musa could do it within the space of a heartbeat but it would be too risky to Riven so she imagines it instead, briefly closing her eyes to savor the mental image.
“It’s getting later.” At Bella’s abrupt comment, Riven stands up from the bed and changes his hold on the knife, the tip pointing downwards as Riven’s arms cross his torso. Before Musa realizes exactly what’s happening, Riven has his t-shirt pulled over his head and tossed onto the floor. Seconds later he sheds his gray joggers, leaving him only in his boxer-briefs. Musa turns her head towards the window, attempting to regulate her breathing. She’s seen him in his underwear before; impossible not to when they so often share tight quarters on their missions. Even so, this time is different. This time she knows what’s coming next.
“I know your uniforms have belts and straps. Get some to tie him to the bed, and remember that if you try anything, the knife will be across his throat again but much deeper this time.”
Musa nods again and scoots to the edge of the bed. The floor is cold beneath her bare feet, and there’s no hiding the knife strapped to her thigh even in the meager moonlight still streaming through the window. Hopefully the smaller one beneath her pillow is still a secret. Musa gestures towards her leg slowly.
“I’m going to unstrap this and drop it into my bag, alright? My uniform is in it and it’s against the wall there.”
“I see it. And I know you’re going to be very careful about this, aren’t you Musa? We wouldn’t want any unfortunate damage to occur.”
“No, we don’t want that.”
Musa reaches her duffle bag and bends down to reach inside. It takes a minute to untangle the straps she needs and unclip the ends from her uniform, but when she’s finished she’s satisfied that she’ll be able to tie Riven as securely as Bella has demanded. Taking the knife off leaves her feeling more defenseless than she expects, considering she’s an accomplished fighter even without weapons, and the chill from the floor travels up through her body, leaving her covered in goosebumps. She stands awkwardly near the side of the bed, lifting up the straps that dangle from her fingers, waiting for her next instructions.
It shouldn’t be a surprise when Riven climbs onto the bed, but something within her starts to feel frantic when he lies on his back in the middle of the mattress, heedless of the wrinkled sheets as he stretches his arms up over his head and towards the rickety metal headboard.
“Go ahead and tie him up, Musa. Wrists together and looped twice through the spindles.”
In order to reach Musa has to get onto the bed as well, her knees bumping Riven’s torso as she leans over him and makes quick work of the knots. She’s secured plenty of prisoners before, but never Riven, and she deliberately tries to avoid looking down at him when she’s finished.
“Move off the bed, Musa. I’m going to have Riven test the restraints, just to make sure you’ve followed my orders.”
Musa does as Bella asks but it’s impossible not to watch as her partner starts to struggle within the bonds she’s made. Riven is deceptively strong, and there is a chance he could snap the straps if any of them have worn down during the time she’s used them. Their uniforms don’t last forever, and specialists tend to be hard on their equipment. Maybe Bella hasn’t thought it through, because if Riven wasn’t taken over by a Blood Witch, it would be easy for him to use his strength and flexibility to lift his legs up and over his head, putting force onto the headboard with his feet. If he pushed and wiggled long enough, he could work the headboard loose from the bedframe, and then carry it to the door for an escape, using it as a weapon until he could cut through the straps. Musa doesn’t say any of that though; Riven won’t have any desire to escape as long as Bella is controlling his actions, and even when she releases him, Musa can’t let him escape, at least until her part of the bargain is fulfilled.
“I’m satisfied. Now I suppose it’s your turn to be.” Bella cackles that strange, grating giggle once more, seemingly pleased with herself and her horrible joke, but Musa is too abruptly nervous to be angry. Riven is solidly tied to the bed and he’s breathing heavily, and everything feels devastatingly all-too-real.
“Take off your clothes, Musa. Time for you to do your part.”
Re: Riven X Musa + Fuck or Die (TW: non/dub con) PART FOUR
Date: February 16th, 2023 03:31 am (UTC)The solid feel of his body beneath her is oddly comforting, and she tells herself she can do this and allows herself to believe it. It’s just sex, and if the situation were reversed and Riven had to make a choice, she thinks he would make the same one. The logic of it makes sense, but it doesn’t explain the butterflies that have exploded inside her when she rests her hands on his lower stomach for balance.
“Take his underwear off and I’ll release control. The rest will be up to you.”
Bella’s scratchy voice startles her, brings her back to her surroundings instead of stuck in her head, and Musa scrambles a little, scooting backwards until she’s between Riven’s knees so she can slip her hands into the waistband of his briefs. She takes a deep breath, slowly exhaling until her fingers aren’t so shaky as she works the fabric down Riven’s body. Bella must instruct him to lift his hips but Musa isn’t really aware since all she can focus on is the first glimpse of his dick. It’s awful of her to stare, she knows that, but she can’t seem to help herself. It’s the only part of Riven’s body that she hasn’t ever seen before - she’s caught a flash of his ass plenty of times, because Riven isn’t nearly as shy about his body as she is, for one thing. And for another thing he has a terrible habit of forgetting to warn her before he starts taking off sweaty, dirty and sometimes bloody clothes the instant he has the opportunity. But that doesn’t fully explain her curiosity, and it definitely doesn’t explain the deep desire to take him into her mouth that surges up from her core. His cock is soft, nestled against the loose skin of his scrotum, and as she would expect from him, his pubic hair is neatly trimmed; more than her own even, and the thought makes her roll her eyes. Riven might try to disagree, but when it came to his appearance, he was high maintenance with the best of them.
Musa is transfixed, crouching between his thighs and practically salivating over the thought of getting his cock between her lips even as the urge bewilders her, and then her heart is suddenly in her throat when she hears him whisper her name.
“Musa?”
It’s laced with unease and confusion, and the sound of it has her forgetting about everything else but the need to soothe him. She lifts her chin and his eyes pin hers, and for the first time in what feels like too long, they’re the familiar green-blue that they should be, filled with everything that makes Riven himself. There’s a thousand questions brimming in them and Musa wouldn’t know where to start anyway, so she lays her palms against the warm skin of his thighs and leans further into the space between his legs so she can lower her voice to a whisper.
“Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
She expected as much, but it still fills her with relief and something more amorphous, too nuanced to fully pin down in this moment. She’ll file it away for later, when they aren’t naked and he isn’t tied up and she has the time to process everything that’s happening to them. For now she tries to offer him a reassuring grin, though she worries she’s not very successful.
“I promise there’s a reason for all this. Just… keep trusting me, okay?”
She can see that it takes effort for him not to erupt with the interrogation he wants to put her through, and he would’ve clocked Bella’s presence instantly upon coming back to himself, but filling him in on their situation and delaying the inevitable doesn’t feel like something she can handle right now so she begs him with her eyes and hopes he can see the plea she’s making even in the shadows that surround them.
Riven tightens his jaw and nods down at her and something loosens with her; relaxes the taut line of her shoulders and lightens the mountain of guilt inside her that she was trying so hard to ignore. She watches as he deliberately slackens the way his wrists pull on the straps, no longer instinctively attempting to flee. Her gaze drifts down the rest of his body and there’s no missing the fact that his previously uninterested dick - only inches from her bare breasts - is now hard and weeping with precum. It only makes sense that Riven is turned on because there’s a naked woman between his legs, but Musa wants to believe he’s turned on because the naked woman is her. That’s what she’s going to tell herself, anyway, and the thought gives her the courage to take the next step towards her end of the deal.
She ducks her head and licks a long line from the base of his cock to the tip and then she wraps her lips around the thick silky heat of him and sucks him in like she wanted to from the moment she first pulled off his briefs. Riven makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat that has her pussy clenching with need, and everything in her wants to hear him do that again and again. He swells further in her mouth and a hum of satisfaction escapes her and he must like that too since his thighs crowd into her and his hips buck up, forcing himself deeper.
“Fuck, Musa, yes just like that baby.” He says it hushed, almost whispering just like she did before but the words are loud in the quiet and Musa is grateful for it; wants to hear his praise echo in her ears for as long as she can right along with the thrill she feels with him calling her baby.
The heavy length of him against her tongue is perfect, causing Musa to briefly wonder why she hasn’t ever been this into a blowjob before, but then every thought floats right out of her head when she peeks up at him only to find him watching her intently. A bolt of pure lust hits her, making her knees weak, and she clutches at his hip to steady herself. The straps around his wrists are taut again and his back is slightly bowed as he strains towards her mouth, and she keeps her eyes locked on his, desperately wishing she could feel his hands in her hair; wants to feel him tug and pull and fuck her mouth until he comes harder than he ever has in his life so she can swallow him down and keep a part of him inside her.
But she knows she can’t have that, and not just because his hands are tied. So she swirls her tongue around him a few more times, savoring the salty, earthy taste as she drags her lips off his shaft and places a chaste kiss on his tip. His eyes follow hers as she shifts her weight back and then forward to straddle his hips again, this time settling herself right over his cock. He groans at the feel of her wet cunt grazing along the underside of his dick and Musa shudders at the exquisite sensation, leaning down farther in order to kiss him.
She’d thought about what it would be like, kissing Riven. Not all the time, but over the years of their partnership it was hard not to consider it sometimes, being around him so much. Seeing his lips twist into a sarcastic smirk or an approving smile. Musa wasn’t immune to his charms, and she could admit that to herself and a few close friends even if she never would to him. So she thinks she knows what to expect; Riven would be a good kisser, an underlying smugness to it because he knows he’s good and won’t hesitate to show off. Maybe his mouth would be softer than she imagines, and he might taste like the occasional cigarette he still sneaks when he thinks she won’t notice.
And the kiss is all of those things but also something else entirely from the moment her lips touch his. He’s greedier and less finessed than she expects, all tongue and teeth and sharp little nips like he wants to swallow her whole. Riven’s kisses knock the breath from her and leave her gasping, her hair cascading down over them both to create a private little world where the only thing that exists is him and her and the impatient need building between them.
Musa begins to rock her hips against him, the slippery glide of her cunt soaking them both. Riven sucks her bottom lip between his, just hard enough to sting properly as he meets each lunge with one of his own and Musa would swear on everything she believes in that nothing has ever felt better.
She tears her mouth from his and her breasts press against his warm skin, her nipples stiff as they scrape against his chest and she pulls her head back to look at him, bracing her weight on her knees as best she can. He’s too quick, already tilting his head into the crook of her neck to leave kisses along her throat and up towards her ear, his teeth just the right amount of sharp and the burn of his beard stubble a more-than-welcome addition.
“Riven,” she sighs, and she completely forgets what she was going to say when he sucks her earlobe into his mouth and bites. The whine that move elicits seems like it comes from the tips of her toes and she feels drunk with arousal and the absolute longing to have him inside her.
Musa lets him continue to drive her insane until she suddenly remembers why she wanted his attention, and this time she’s more firm, murmuring his name and cradling his jaw in her hand to force him to look at her. The moon has gone behind the clouds again and there’s barely any light to see by but his lips are puffy from their kisses just as she knows her own are. His eyes are dark, burning into hers with the kind of intensity that he usually reserves for a difficult fight, but she likes the similarity. She wants him to take her just as seriously.
“Promise you won’t hate me for this.”
Re: Riven X Musa + Fuck or Die (TW: non/dub con) PART FIVE (final)
Date: February 16th, 2023 03:33 am (UTC)The straps around his wrists jerk, as if he’s forgotten he can’t touch her. Irritation flickers across his face for a second but then his expression softens. She’s seen this look many times over the years but she’s never been completely certain what he means by it.
“I could never hate you, Muse. There’s nothing you could ever do to push me away.”
She starts to smile at him, relief blooming inside her chest but then the look on his face changes into something solemn and she lies to herself, swearing she will not burst into tears if he tells her this has to end.
“Gonna be pretty pissed off if you stop now though.”
A stunned burst of air escapes her mouth, half astonishment that he can still tease her in a situation like this and half euphoria that they’re really going to do this. She doesn’t know what compels her to say it other than maybe wanting to get a little payback of her own, but she flattens her palm over his heart and digs her nails in, just enough that they’ll leave marks.
“You’re making me wish I picked option one, asshole.”
“Nah,” he grins. “Whatever it was, wouldn’t have been as good as this.”
Musa slips her hand between them, wraps her fingers around his cock and squeezes carefully until Riven whimpers underneath her. He is an asshole, but she wouldn’t have him any other way. She lines him up until he’s exactly where she wants him, rubbing the tip of his dick back and forth along her slit until they’re both overly sensitive and on edge, and then she lowers herself down slowly, using every trained muscle in her body to draw this out for both of them.
“You’re right,” she tells him, breathless and shaky once she’s finally flush against his hips, feeling wondrously full and so turned on she can hardly bear it. “This is better.”
“Christ,” Riven groans as soon as she starts to move, and his head tips back against the flat of the mattress, his knees drawing up so he can use his feet for leverage to match every roll of her hips. The angle is exactly what she wants, deep and sinful and eager, like neither of them can wait another minute before they combust. And that’s exactly what happens, her pussy fluttering around his dick as her entire body begins to tingle and all she can see is a kaleidoscope of indescribable color behind her eyelids as Riven fucks up into her harder and harder. She’s still shivering with aftershocks, half collapsed against his chest, everything deliciously fuzzy as his mouth moves against her ear.
“Fuck baby, so perfect coming all over my cock like that. You gonna let me come inside you, let me fill you up? Wanted to fuck you like this for so long, it’s killing me that I can’t touch you. Yeah, that’s it, squeeze me tight, Musa, make me come.”
He keeps talking, urging her on as her hips start to rock once more, and if she didn’t already know he was wicked she would certainly know it now. Not that she has any intentions of complaining, considering she’s already so close again.
“More, Riv, right there, yes! Come inside me, please!”
She grants him permission and four frenzied thrusts later he finds his own release, her name spilling from his lips and a rush of sweet warmth from his cock flooding into her cunt as he empties himself. The sensation is new and different and erotic and more than enough to push her right after him, another orgasm pulsing through her body almost as strong as the first one.
Musa sprawls out on top of him, sweaty and slick and sticky, both of their breathing labored as their hearts race in steady rhythm. She turns her head to tuck herself into the curve of Riven’s shoulder, and her eyes widen as she sees the worn out chair Bella had been sitting in. She can hardly believe it but she’d forgotten all about the woman’s presence while she’d been occupied with RIven, and she has no idea when Bella left. Some specialist she is, dropping her guard like that for the second time tonight, like she hadn’t learned her lesson from the first time. Her body tenses in frustration, and Riven tips his head to brush his nose along her cheek. It instantly relaxes her, and she thinks maybe she shouldn’t beat herself up, considering all her focus had been taken by something more important. She settles back into him, enjoying the way they’re still joined, resigned to the unanswered questions in her head about Bella.
She’s close to drifting off to sleep when she feels it, a faint, ghostly caress that starts at her shoulder and runs the length of her back before pulling away. Musa’s forehead wrinkles in confusion; she’d swear it felt real. A raspy voice sounds inside her head, like someone on a telephone very far away.
“You chose well, Musa. And I am long gone now. Go ahead and use that knife under your pillow to cut your partner loose. Neither of you will see me again, but I ask for one last favor. Please tell Bloom that I’ll be coming to her soon.”
Musa sits up in shock, and Riven’s cock slides out of her as she shoves against his chest to get closer to what she wants. He grunts at her, taking offense at her sudden movement but she’s already reaching for her knife and sawing through the thick straps at his wrists. As soon as he’s free he wraps his arms around her and rolls her to her back, pinning her to the mattress as his eyes dart up and down her body. The cut from the knife he wielded earlier has left a dark scab line along his neck but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him, and she hopes it won’t scar. She tries not to notice how absolutely sexy he looks looming over her like this. She fails miserably.
“So… you ready to spill the beans about why I woke up naked with you between my legs like one of my fantasies come to life? Or maybe you wanna tell me why you fucked my brains out while I was tied up and a strange woman watched us. Neither of these questions are a complaint, for the record, though I could have done without the stranger.”
His green eyes twinkle down at her and Musa instantly knows that everything is going to be alright between them. Better than alright even, if she has anything to say about it.
“Would you believe me, if I told you that that woman told me that I had to make a choice between you killing me, both of us possibly dying or possibly living with immense guilt, or having sex with you?”
“I might believe you,” he says, his eyes lingering on her breasts. “Depends though.”
“On what?”
“On if you admit that you’ve secretly wanted to have sex with me for the last five years.”
Musa narrows her eyes and glares up at him. “I think you’re projecting right now.”
“Mmm-hmm,” he mumbles, “I definitely am. But if we’re going to talk about me, you should know it’s been more like eight years.” And then he lowers his head to suck on her left nipple. Musa gasps in shock but Riven only cups her other breast in his hand and gently squeezes.
It feels incredible, but Musa’s mind is whirling. “But that’s…that’s when we met.”
“Mmm-hmm,” Riven mumbles again, and this time he uses his teeth and she almost comes up off the bed.
“Riv,” Musa can’t believe she’s going to stop him, but she threads her fingers through his hair and tugs until he looks up at her.
“Yeah, baby?”
Oh, god. She can feel herself tear up, the casual endearment almost too much. “I have to tell you something crazy. Well, two things.”
“Tell me.”
“I…I might have wanted to secretly have sex with you.”
“Might have? Or definitely did?”
Musa rolls her eyes at him. He’s going to be so smug. “Fine. Definitely did.”
“I knew it.” He licks his upper lip and her eyes track his tongue just like he probably knew she would. “For how long?”
“Long enough.” There’s no way she’s confessing that part.
He laughs, low and suggestive, and he runs his fingers down her stomach, stopping just above her pubic bone. “I’ll get it out of you eventually.”
Her breath catches, and she would have forgotten all about the other thing she wanted to tell him if he didn’t ask.
“What’s the other crazy thing?” His hand slowly inches lower.
“Oh, umm…hmm. Uh, I know it’s crazy but oh, I think that woman - Bella, she said, but that’s not her real name - I think she might have somehow been Bloom’s birth mother.”
Riven stops what he’s doing and cocks his head. “But isn’t she like a thousand years old or something? And trapped in the Realm of Darkness?”
“I thought so too, but maybe not?”
Riven’s hand lands on the inside of her thigh, and he pushes it outward to make a space for himself to settle into. He repeats the motion with her other thigh, and he gives her that look again. The soft one that she’s seen before, but she thinks now she understands it.
“Can we worry about it later? I’ve got something else on my mind.”
“Me too,” Musa agrees. “Something much more important.”
She leans up to kiss him as he meets her halfway, and a high-pitched, girlish giggle echoes in her ears.
Re: Riven X Musa + Fuck or Die (TW: non/dub con) PART FIVE (final)
Date: February 16th, 2023 05:10 am (UTC)THIS WAS SO HOT!!!! Honestly this was way better than anything I could have ever imagined. The part where Riven comes to himself and is just in awe of Musa is just perfection. Also, I loved how he tried to pull the bonds to hold her throughout. It was perfect. And the ending! WHAT? I nearly screamed. Thank you so much for such an awesome fill!
Re: Riven X Musa + Fuck or Die (TW: non/dub con) PART FIVE (final)
Date: February 16th, 2023 04:39 pm (UTC)