Subsumed
Title: Subsumed
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (reboot)
Characters/Pairing: Tory Foster/Gaius Baltar
Orientation: Het
Word Count: 545
Rating: NC-17
Notes: DUBCON. I tried to stay within canon for this one. Both of these characters disturbed me on several levels. I guess that’s what brought me here for this prompt.
Prompt: Kinkbingo Fill: “fisting/stretching”
When she had initially set out to seduce Gaius Baltar, Tory had not intended for it to become a lasting thing. She’d been hunting for information, and sex was one of the few assets she had left to barter these days.
She had not expected him to understand her.
She hadn’t expected to grow to almost like him.
Tory had no idea how he truly felt about her, Gaius was a man of so many levels, so many faces, one could not tell from one moment to the next what to expect from him. He was at times aggressive in bed, and at other times, he demanded she be rougher with him. Sometimes he was solicitous and almost caring.
And then there were the times he was downright kinky. She suspected it was something within her that needed that, needed an outlet for the desires she held deep within herself. Slowly, over time, she gave herself over to Balter, like so many others had.
Baltar like power while he seemed to abhor it at the same time, he was such a confusing man.
He flipped her over when they were having sex after she’d finished work for the day; she had been happily riding him, enjoying the feel of him between her legs when he stopped everything. She stared up at him in confusion as he looked into her face. “What?”
“I want to do something different.”
As usual, his mercurial mood had shifted. She sighed. “Could we finish this first?”
He gave her a smirk and sat back on his haunches. He pried her legs apart and stared at her for a little while. “What are you doing now?” Tory asked, certain she was blushing.
“Just admiring the view, relax.” He rubbed her belly a bit as he stared at her bared sex. He ran a finger along her soft folds. “You need to relax, or this won’t work.”
“What won’t work?” What was he up to now?
He held up two fingers and slid them inside her easily; she’d been loosened up and by his cock and well lubricated by her pleasure before he had so rudely interrupted her pleasure. He pulled his fingers out and then added a third. He curved his hand a little and added a forth finger, working them in slowly. Now it was getting tight, and she squirmed a little at the intrusion.
He pressed his other hand to her belly. “Stay still. Relax.”
She realized what he meant to do when he leaned in and pushed his entire hand into her opening. She let out a yelp of surprise at the discomfort.
“Stay still. Wait, relax.” he moved his hand slowly, stretching her to accommodate the width of him. Eventually, he was able to move his hand around, and she gasped in surprise at the feeling. She wouldn’t have chosen this. She hadn’t asked for it, but she had long ago given control over to him.
She was his puppet. She whimpered as he used her for his own pleasures.
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (reboot)
Characters/Pairing: Tory Foster/Gaius Baltar
Orientation: Het
Word Count: 545
Rating: NC-17
Notes: DUBCON. I tried to stay within canon for this one. Both of these characters disturbed me on several levels. I guess that’s what brought me here for this prompt.
Prompt: Kinkbingo Fill: “fisting/stretching”
When she had initially set out to seduce Gaius Baltar, Tory had not intended for it to become a lasting thing. She’d been hunting for information, and sex was one of the few assets she had left to barter these days.
She had not expected him to understand her.
She hadn’t expected to grow to almost like him.
Tory had no idea how he truly felt about her, Gaius was a man of so many levels, so many faces, one could not tell from one moment to the next what to expect from him. He was at times aggressive in bed, and at other times, he demanded she be rougher with him. Sometimes he was solicitous and almost caring.
And then there were the times he was downright kinky. She suspected it was something within her that needed that, needed an outlet for the desires she held deep within herself. Slowly, over time, she gave herself over to Balter, like so many others had.
Baltar like power while he seemed to abhor it at the same time, he was such a confusing man.
He flipped her over when they were having sex after she’d finished work for the day; she had been happily riding him, enjoying the feel of him between her legs when he stopped everything. She stared up at him in confusion as he looked into her face. “What?”
“I want to do something different.”
As usual, his mercurial mood had shifted. She sighed. “Could we finish this first?”
He gave her a smirk and sat back on his haunches. He pried her legs apart and stared at her for a little while. “What are you doing now?” Tory asked, certain she was blushing.
“Just admiring the view, relax.” He rubbed her belly a bit as he stared at her bared sex. He ran a finger along her soft folds. “You need to relax, or this won’t work.”
“What won’t work?” What was he up to now?
He held up two fingers and slid them inside her easily; she’d been loosened up and by his cock and well lubricated by her pleasure before he had so rudely interrupted her pleasure. He pulled his fingers out and then added a third. He curved his hand a little and added a forth finger, working them in slowly. Now it was getting tight, and she squirmed a little at the intrusion.
He pressed his other hand to her belly. “Stay still. Relax.”
She realized what he meant to do when he leaned in and pushed his entire hand into her opening. She let out a yelp of surprise at the discomfort.
“Stay still. Wait, relax.” he moved his hand slowly, stretching her to accommodate the width of him. Eventually, he was able to move his hand around, and she gasped in surprise at the feeling. She wouldn’t have chosen this. She hadn’t asked for it, but she had long ago given control over to him.
She was his puppet. She whimpered as he used her for his own pleasures.