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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
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  Category:
      F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
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  Relationship:
      Marilyn_Manson/Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Marilyn_Manson, Original_Female_Character(s), Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Rough_Sex, Loss_of_Virginity, Mating_Rituals, Death_Rituals, Ritual_Sex,
      Ritual_Public_Sex, Rough_Body_Play, Heavy_BDSM, Consensual_Violence,
      Underage_Drug_Use, Past_Drug_Use, Murder, Knifeplay
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      Published: 2018-03-12 Updated: 2018-03-20 Chapters: 5/? Words: 6293
****** No Reflection ******
by SickboyAstrid
Summary
     The 16 year old Annabelle discovers the controversial musician
     Marilyn Manson.
     She falls in love with his music and tries to meet him.
     She succeeds and gets to talk with the man of her dreams.
     From there the two of them start a relationship made of violence,
     rough sex and rituals.
     Manson brings the innocent girl into a world of drugs, alcohol and
     satanism.
     And this will bring Annabelle to a final desire that will leave you
     speechless.
***** Marilyn *****
The day I discovered Marilyn Manson was just a normal rainy day in New York,
everyone speed walking around the streets.
Mixes feeling running up on the faces of the people I walked past.
Anger, hurt, happiness, tiredness.
The usual, as every other day.
That day at school, as usual, I sat myself in the loneliest corner of the
classroom and boredly pretended to pay attention to the lessons.
When I walked back home I listened to my iPod, filling my lonely ears with
classic rock music, which had been my favourite until then.
Bowie, Reed, Iggy, Beatles, that stuff.
At home I found a cold meal from the evening before waiting for me in the
fridge.
I reheated it and ate in my kitchen alone, I didn't even bother to turn on the
tv, I felt too lazy.
After lunch I laid on the bed doing my boring homework as always.
My mother didn't show up until half past seven in the evening.
That day she didn't find me like everyday on the couch watching television
though. She found me in my bedroom, my head hung low on my ipad, a strange
video going on.
A Marilyn Manson video.
It was his cover of Eurythmics’ Sweet Dreams.
A powerful, hard rock video that had sent my body in some sort of confusional
shock.
My mom didn't pry that night, thanks to God.
I spent the whole night listening to his most famous tracks, and researched
information on various websites. As the new morning came on I could myself a
Manson fan, or something near that.
The day after, I went to school and stayed the whole time alone.
I didn't have friends, nor I wished to have them.
I was happy with being alone.
I wasn't that type of lonely person that dresses up fully black, with that
suicide quota on them, or didn't have a depressed Tumblr on which I showed arms
and legs full off cuts and blood.
No. I guess you could have called me a happy person. I loved the bright and
pastel colours, I spent the sunny days studying at the park under the trees, I
went on long walks with my mum on weekends and enjoyed everything that meant
nature and creativity.
I was very creative, I used to paint and craft objects I would see on YouTube
videos.
And also I guess you could have called mine, a relaxed and safe household, yes,
I didn't have a father, since my parents were divorced and my father hadn't
shown up since my second birthday, but I was in a great relationship with my
mother and it was fine living with just her.
I had everything I needed and didn't even have to argue to get what I wanted.
I was just a lonely girl that liked a different type of music and that loved
art, completely different from what the girls used to like back then: Kim
Kardashian, Kylie Jenner and that shit wich I hated. Fully.
In my classroom that morning I again listened to the lessons but my mind was
away, constantly thinking about that controversial musician…
His black hair, his heavy makeup, his horrible clothes, which to me looked oh
so alluring... seductive.
And his eyes, so deep, a pool full of his emotions.
He was just beautiful.
And I was falling for him.
Nothing could have stopped me anymore.
I tried focusing on something else rather than him the following days, but I
just couldn't, I was so drawn to him that I was forgetting everything else in
my life.
My mum noticed it but instead of being angry she decided to surprise me, buying
me a ticket for Manson's concert, that was going to be held some days later.
I was so happy because I had tried to find a ticket but it was all sold out.
But my mom had found a way and I was so thankful.
I remember I hugged my mum with the ticket in my hand for what seemed like
forever.
Everything was going so fast, like in his songs.
Two weeks before I had discovered him and his music, and yet there I was in
what looked like two seconds later, holding up one ticket for his next show.
My life was spinning.
Manson had me spinning and running through the time.
And it felt damn good.
***** The concert *****
I wanted to look perfect for the concert. Even though my mind knew that just
couldn't happen, my heart hoped to get to talk to him.
To thank him for his music.
His music made me so fucking happy, so fucking excited.
And my body was starting to crave him in a different way, a sexual way.
At the beginning of that strange music intercourse, I liked the way he dressed
up and the makeups he wore. But I had never fancied him.
But in those days before the concert, after only about a month I had started
following him, I grew to desire him.
I watched his body contorting in his videos, his amazing facial features move,
his tempting lips screaming his songs, his voice so raspy.
So fucking hot.
The nights I dreamed about him undressing me, tearing my clothes off my pale
body, his lips capturing every innocent part of me.
His fingers delving into my virginity, only to be replaced minutes later with
his cock.
Fucking away my innocence.
I stole my mother a good 100$, from her drawer in her bedroom, she didn't even
notice it, since in that drawer there was so much cash she didn't know how much
it was.
I went to a gothic shop near my school. I had never wore that type of clothes
before so I didn't know what to do. The shop assistant, a red haired girl in a
black latex suit, noticed my clumsiness and my girly white dress and helped me.
She had on her arm about a hundred goth clothes and strange accessories that
she made me try on.
As I stepped out of the fitting room she gasped and made me turn around.
“You look amazing darling!” she squealed.
“I'm so different…” I noticed while looking at my reflection in the mirror.
“Beautiful! And know what? I'll make a big 60% discount on all. It's on the
house!”
I smiled and handed her the 100 dollars I stole plus another 150 I had saved
during the last months.
Thanks God it was enough.
I hurriedly took all the bags and made my way back home.
There, I started trying on different makeups, mimicking or at least trying to
mimic Marilyn.
After trying on the last makeup attire I dressed up in my favourite goth outfit
and stood in front of my bedroom's mirror.
I looked so changed.
I had never changed myself that much for a person. But I didn't feel those
changes as something I had to do to look like his fans, I felt it as something
that made me be closer to him.
And I liked it.
When my mum came home that evening she didn't freak out like I had expected her
to. No. She was happy and okay with my changes.
She told me that if this was a way to express myself than it was more than
fine.
Her only condition was that I couldn't start smoking, drinking and using
drugs...but that was obvious, and I would have never done something like that.
One week later, which I had spent just killing time with school and music, it
was time for the concert.
It was a Friday night.
I arrived at the concert hall in the morning though. The place was already
crowded with people. Everyone dressed in latex, red, black, purple, those were
the colours.
I didn't talk to anyone though, I was too lost in my thoughts.
For the whole morning I figured out what the concert hall was like inside,
trying to find a way to sneak into the backstage.
Apparently, there was a door in the back of the place that led to a long
corridor that ended in the various dressing rooms. And if I was lucky I would
have gotten through there without problems.
I was a bit scared of trying something like this, but the brave part of me kept
screaming in my head to just do it and don't care about the consequences.
I wanted to meet him more than anything else.
It was half past seven in the evening when I pushed my luck, walking through
that door.
That first step was hard though, I had to kick the door open with my foot since
it was locked up, but with a surprising strength I literally destroyed it.
The corridor was empty, no guards or security.
Just old stuff messily laying on the dirty floor, probably coming from old
shows’ backgrounds.
I silently stepped through the objects there and reached at the end of the
tunnel a wooden door.
My fingers pushed open the doorknob and it opened right away without problems.
Another corridor was in front of me, this one was larger, cleaner and there
were people racing from a door to another. But no one seemed to notice me.
I looked at the various doors, trying to find the name Marilyn Manson. There
were some girls laying on the ground asleep, dressed up in revealing clothes
and lingerie.
As I reached the last door, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I instinctively
turned, thinking that someone had caught me and was going to kick my ass away
from there.
But when I turned myself and had a better look of the person behind me, I
gasped in shock, ma jaw dropping to the floor.
In front of me there was him.
Marilyn Manson.
And he was smiling at me with such predator eyes.
“Hello princess, have you lost yourself?”
***** See you *****
“Hello princess, have you lost yourself?”
I felt like collapsing in that moment but I tried to regain my composure, as
much as I could.
It was impossible though.
He was dressed in black leather pants, a black silk shirt and a blood red
jacket.
His face was still almost bare, just a light layer of snowy white foundation
covered his skin.
He looked beautiful.
I shook my head no and said:
“No...actually I...I was looking... for you”
My whole form was shaking.
He smirked at me, running his tongue over his teeth.
“Oh? Looking for me princess? And why were you looking for me?” He asked me
still with that grin of his painted over his face.
“I..I…” I tried but couldn't continue, his sensual stare making me drown.
“Come with me, there's too much noise here, wouldn't want a pretty little thing
like you to feel stressed…” he said and took my hand in his.
My mind was in a confusional state.
I let him drag me soon reaching his dressing room.
His touch was cold and sent shivers down my spine.
As we stepped inside the large shaped room I noticed the mess inside of there.
Shattered clothes laid on the red carpet covered floor.
The central table was covered in dirt and lines of cocaine, as well as
cigarettes and empty bottles of vodka and beer.
Next to the table there was an enormous black couch on which he made me sit.
He sat on the table and curiously looked at me.
“What's your name, sweet?” He asked.
“Annabelle.” I whispered in respond.
“Annabelle...such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you, is this your
first concert of mine?”
“Yes…” I looked down at my lap, my fingers nervously fidgeting together.
“A virgin! Oh that's an interesting thing now.” He laughed, making me blush
crimson red.
“That's not the only thing I'm virgin to…” I courageously said, not quite
believing at myself.
“That's even more interesting darling…” he said, his eyes eating me up as he
got up from the table and sat beside my trembling body.
“How old are you?”
“I'm 16.” I was getting more nervous.
He placed one cold hand on my knee, rubbing circles with his thumb.
“What...what are you doing?” I asked.
“Shhh...nothing you don't want me to.” He whispered sensually, making me lose
the last strand of control I had.
Everything had happened so fast, just some hours before I was only dreaming
about meeting Marilyn Manson, and there I was, sitting on his couch with his
hands starting to roam over my body, completely new to that touch.
“Don't you have to be somewhere else in here, for the makeup, or some
interview?” I asked him, my voice shaking.
“I do my makeup and hair, and I don't give shitty concert interviews, I'm not
that kind of popstar artist, if we can even call them artists.” His hands
traveled to my own, stopping them from continuing their nervous fight.
“Don't be anxious Annabelle, I'm not here to hurt you. You know, when I saw you
walking all alone outside there, I just had to speak to you babe, you got me so
fucking...hot.”
My jaw again dropped down, his words tickling my ear, as he moved his body
almost on top of mine.
His grip on my hands tightened as he pressed me down on the large couch,
pinning them above my head.
“We don't know each other…” I said, trying to stop this from happening like the
good part of me was yelling in my head.
“You’re a fan right?”
I nodded.
“Than you know me very well kitten.”
I didn't know if I could call myself really a fan, I mean, I loved him already,
but I had known him for only a month or so.
It was happening too fast, what the hell was I doing? The innocent part of me
was screaming to go away and just be a normal fan that came to the concert, but
the other part of me, the part that Manson had created with his shocking music
in more or less than a month, kept telling me to stay where I was and see where
things would go.
I didn't move.
“Are you shy kitten?” He asked me while his mouth hovered over mine
“No... I...I mean no, I'm not shy, I'm okay...just I have never had a boyfriend
or anything like that. Actually I've never even kissed anyone... I'm just 16…”
I stammered out, not really knowing what to say to don't look like a complete
fool.
“Well, there's a solution to everything little Annabelle.”
I couldn't understand what he had just said and opened my mouth to ask what he
had meant with that, but I soon understood when he pressed his lips down on
mine.
His lips were soft and he kissed me gently and slowly at first.
But as seconds passed the kiss grew more and more heated and powerful.
“Open your mouth…” he said firmly as he pulled back a bit.
I did as he told me, obeying his command.
“Good girl.”
He slipped his tongue in my mouth, quickly finding mine, we started moving
together, I followed his movements since I didn't have a clue of what to do.
But he guided me, and I was starting to feel a pool of wetness between my
thighs.
I moaned softly in his mouth and he chuckled as he pulled away, staring down at
me.
“My God kitten, you're so sexy. I want you all for myself.” He said as his hand
wandered down to my skirt.
“Are you wet?”
I blushed and nodded, I was too embarrassed to answer with words.
He smirked and pushed his hand under my skirt, firstly caressing my thigh, his
fingers moving upper till he found the hem of my panties, that were completely
soaked in arousal.
“Dripping. Literally.” He laughed and pushed my panties to the side.
His fingers started exploring my moist folds.
I instinctively spread my legs for him and he rewarded me with another kiss.
“So submissive. And I haven't even started with you yet. Seems like you'll
stick up with me for long kitten.”
His hand cupped my virgin sex making me moan loudly on the black couch.
“Scream for me baby.” He commanded.
He pushed one slender finger inside my tight center, it burned a bit but at the
same time it felt fantastic.
My body started quivering in pleasure, but he retired his hand, making me whine
in protest.
“Not yet princess.” He chuckled darkly and ran his tongue over my cleavage,
stopping at my neck.
He sucked hard on my skin, leaving a purple and black hickey.
It hurt a lot, but when he finished, I was already craving for more of his
torture.
“I need to hop on stage in a few minutes baby. But I want you to stay in the
backstage and then once the concert is over, come with me at the after party.”
He said, getting up from the couch and heading for the makeup table.
“But I gotta go home to my mum…”
“I’ll drive you home myself after the party, you don't have to worry about
anything.”
His voice was sweet then, not strong and demanding.
I watched him putting on his makeup still laying on the couch.
I still couldn't believe at what had just happened.
How was all that possible?
I pinched my arms, only to then find out that I wasn't in a dream.
“Come with me kitten.” He got up from the chair where he was sitting and took
my hand again.
We walked in silence through corridors and doors, till we arrived in what
looked like the backstage, a large corridor where instruments were placed on
the floor.
He came to hold me from behind, his arms squeezing my chest and lower belly.
His head rested on my shoulder, his lips playing with my earlobe.
“You smell delicious. God I want you Annabelle!”
“I want you too…” I turned my body and kissed his cheek.
He laughed at that and grabbed a hold on my hips, pulling me to him.
“You're so innocent, I'm almost sorry I'm going to ruin you baby.”
“Ruin me?”
He chuckled and kissed my lips roughly.
“I'll make you mine Annabelle. Mine.”
The other band members arrived then.
As I saw them walking to us I disappeared in the shadows, feeling very shy and
embarrassed.
Some minutes later Marilyn and his band started performing.
I watched the concert intently, feeling so lucky to be there.
When the concert was over, I followed them to the after party.
Manson kept me locked in his embrace the whole time, never dancing, just
sitting together in a dark corner of the club, kissing and touching each other.
The party finished at 3am.
As he had promised, he drove me back home, in the enormous car we talked about
random things, often interrupting the conversation with other heated kisses.
When the car approached my street I kissed his lips once again.
“So this is your address kitten?” He asked me and I nodded.
“I'll come and pick you up on Tuesday. Be here at 8pm, dress comfortable,
nothing too fancy.”
I registered in my mind his commands and nodded, smiling.
He smiled back and pressed his licked the hickey he had left on my neck before
the concert.
“Mine. Remember it darling.” I nodded and he gave me a stern look.
“Use your tongue baby.”
“Yours Marilyn.” I said looking at his eyes.
“You'll soon change that name, goodnight.”
He kissed me gently for the last time and I got off the car, which soon started
to speed away to a foreign direction.
Four days before I would have seen him for that kind of “first date”.
I couldn't sleep that night.
***** Strange love *****
Chapter Summary
     Astrid's note:
     Sorry for the delay! Had some bloody horrible family stuff to do
     during the weekend.
     In this chapter Manson will explain the little Annabelle what his
     strange desires are.
     Probably some of you won't be completely satisfied with this chapter
     as this is still a "preparation" chapter, but I promise that the next
     chapter, which I'll hopefully post tomorrow, will be amazingly sexy!
     Enjoy!
The time flew, and I found myself four days later in my bedroom, making myself
ready for my date with Marilyn Manson.
My mom was still completely blind about what had happened at the concert and
what I got myself into that night.
Mom was a hardworking person, she always spent even weeks away from home
because of her job as an interpreter.
And that week, thanks God, she was away in some foreign French city.
She would have came home the Monday later.
Marilyn was going to pick me up at 8pm, so I started getting ready at 6pm.
I quickly showered and shaved my legs and armpits.
I decided to put on a black corset with red laces and a red bow on the front; a
shirt black latex skirt and black platform heels.
The clothes were tightly enveloping my body, the corset making it a bit hard to
breath properly.
But I didn't mind that.
For the makeup I tried to be the most heavy possible. I drew black lines around
my eyes with an eyeliner, and finished with a back eyeshadow that had glitters
in it, and black rimmel.
On the lips I put a crimson red lipstick.
I didn't apply anything to my cheeks because I wanted to look as most cadaveric
as possible, my deadly white foundation helping me.
I snapped a photo with my Polaroid camera and placed it on my bedpost.
It was almost 8pm when I had finished. And I was starting to get very nervous.
What was he going to do?
Was he going to kiss me again?
Was he going to touch me...or have sex with me?
I was anxious about him seeing my body.
I didn't like it at all.
I had thick thighs, globular breasts, big butt.
My waist was the smallest part of my body, but still a little bit pudgy.
My mom said I had a beautiful hourglass shape, but I didn't believe her. After
all, a mom always says that her kids are beautiful.
I feared he wouldn't like my generous curves.
I mean, his ex wife, Dita, was amazing. And I was nothing compared to her.
My phone buzzed with a new message, I knew it was him.
Fuck.
The message was simple, yet, even that, even that short bloody message,
instantly got me so fucking aroused. Shit.
“Come now princess.” It read. It was simple yet demanding. Possessive.
I got up from the bed and took a small purple purse, in which I placed my phone
and my lipstick.
I walked outside my apartment and reached the elevator. My stomach grumbling.
I stepped outside my condo and there he was.
He was casually leaning on a tree, his predator eyes drinking in my outfit.
He wore a black leather coat and black leather pants, on his feet, black
platform boots.
I would be lying if I said that it didn't get me dripping wet.
“Hello princess.” He said and took me in his arms, his lips kissing my
forehead.
“Hi…” I whispered embarrassed. His grip tightened and he crushed our lips
together in a heated kiss.
“You look beautiful baby.” He smirked as his hand gave my butt a firm spank
that made me gasp.
“Where are we going?” I asked him.
“I wanted to take you to a restaurant, but I don't want anyone to look at
something mine. So I'm taking you to my apartment.” He growled.
I nodded and followed him in his car. A black jaguar.
He opened the door for me and got on the other side.
He was just about to start the engine when he turned to me, an angry look on
his makeup covered face.
“The belt.” He said.
“What about it?” I smirked. I knew what he meant but I kinda wanted to push my
luck.
“Fucking fasten it Annabelle! It's not safe!” He screamed at me and took the
belt in his hands, yanking it in place.
His hand them swatted my thigh, the impact making me jump.
“You want to play, Annabelle, don't you? Just wait until we arrive. I'll take
that grin of yours off.
I nodded and looked down at my lap , blushing.
He laughed and started the engine.
I looked outside as he drove.
We didn't talk. Not even a single word flew outside his mouth.
We reached an enormous building in Manhattan and he stopped the car.
He again opened my door and took my arm.
He sped walked to the nearest elevator and as soon she the doors closed he
pinned me to a wall.
His lips attacked my neck, he but down hard on the point where the hickey was.
I bit back a scream. That hurt so badly.
“You're making me go crazy little thing. I can't stop thinking about you. But
now we have to talk about a few things.”
“What Marilyn?” I curiously asked.
“The terms of this darling, I have very singular tastes and desires.” His
baritone voice said, one of his hands brushing my hair behind my ear.
The doors opened and he led me to through a long corridor, a red carpet covered
the floor.
We arrived to his door and stepped inside.
The entrance was a little room with white walls and boots splattered on the
floor.
He guided me through another door and we arrived in a big living room with big
blood red sofas and armchairs.
A big television topped the luxuries of the room.
There were also two big windows that showed the other skyscrapers around there.
He made me sit on one of the couches and took both my hands in his.
“Now Annabelle I want you to listen intently. No more joking from now on.” He
calmly said, his mismatched eyes staring right into mine.
I nodded and tightened the hold on his hands.
“What I want Annabelle is very special. Have you ever heard anything about
bondage and BDSM?” He asked me.
I only read about it in some fanfictions, but nothing more than that.
“I know there's a lot of pain...and there is a master and a slave...hmm also,
toys and stuff like that?”
“You're right princess, there is pain, and violence, toys and other things. But
there's also a lot of pleasure and a strong bond between the master and the
slave.”
I nodded and he continued:
“If you accept this, you'll have to be mine and mine only; wear a collar and
only the clothes I decide; follow my orders and of you won't follow them you'll
get punishments."
He stopped before continuing.
"But this is just a part of the relationship I want with you, outside our games
you will just be that, my girlfriend, and it won't be always rough, there will
also be a lot of times in the bedroom when it won't be bondage, it will be
simply making love, gently. I know you're very young darling but something
about you caught me off when I first saw you in that hallway. I want to takr
care for you so fucking much.”
I nodded again and smiled.
“I can do all this. I just...my mother…she will find out...and I'm 16…”
“Shhh baby. I will take care of it, don't worry, just focus on us.”
“Alright then…” I whispered.
“Don't we have to something now?” I asked ashamed.
“Yes baby. But first, dinner, you'll need energies for later.” He kissed my
cheek and got up, walking through another door.
I followed him in a large kitchen, with a big aisle and tall stools, all in
white and red.
The walls were painted white and some paintings hung on them.
He rummaged something on the stove and put two plates on the aisle.
On my plate, a succulent steak with potatoes, that had my mouth watering.
My stomach growled in hunger and I quickly digged in the food, making him
laugh.
“I guess you like it baby.” He smirked and started eating as well.
“So Annabelle, tell me a something about you…what you like doing, favourite
foods, what other music you listen to…” I smiled.
“In my free time I love reading, especially psychological thrillers or dramatic
novels. Also I love painting and drawing. My favourite food it's pizza right
now, but I change my tastes very quickly. Other music...well...now I listen
only to yours…” I said excitedly.
He chuckled and took my hand in his.
“You are utterly beautiful Annabelle. I'm gonna keep good care of you.” He
kissed the back of my hand.
“I'll tell you about myself later princess.” He whispered as he got up and put
the dishes in the sink.
My body started to tense up, nervousness enveloping me.
Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms taking a hold of my waist.
“Come with me.”
Still hugging my waist he made me get up and he walked us to another room. His
room.
It was painted a dark shade of red. His bed had black sheets on and a lot of
pillows.
Opposite the bed there was a large library and a guitar that leaned against a
red armchair.
I felt his hands squeezing my chest and wet kisses on my exposed neck.
“Relax Annabelle, we're just getting started…”
***** Yours *****
Chapter Summary
     Astrid's note:
     As I promised, here it is.
     Feel free to comment on the chapter with what you like but also with
     what you dislike. I'm curious to know what you guys think of this!
     Enjoy!
Chapter Notes
     •Graphic sex
     •Loss of virginity
     •Underage sex
"Relax Annabelle, we're just getting started..."
I turned in his hold and pressed my lips on his. We kissed long and hard. Our
tongues dancing together.
"You're a virgin right?" He asked me and I nodded, blushing.
"Then we'll go slow darling." He said and captured my lips into another mind-
blowing kiss.
He started backing us to the bed, where he gently laid me down.
He hovered my trembling body and started placing kisses and licks all over my
neck and collarbones, stopping to suck on certain spots, making me moan softly.
"Sit up darling." He told me and I did, turning my body to show him my corset
covered back.
Soon I felt his fingers starting to districate the red pieces holding my corset
together.
"You're such a good girl."
My nervousness started to kick back in as I felt the corset coming undone.
I held it tight against my chest.
"Let it go baby, don't be nervous." He whispered in my ear, I let my hands drop
down to my waist, the black corset falling down on the cushions.
He then laid his chin on my shoulder and placed his hands on my naked breasts,
gently squeezing them.
"Fucking beautiful." He growled in my ear and lifted me up to turn my body.
He pushed my shoulders down and spread my legs open, positioning himself
between them.
His sensual stare making me almost drown as he started unbuttoning his black
shirt.
He threw it on the ground and my corset soon followed it.
He looked at my breasts intently before taking one soft mound in his hand and
kissed the rosy nipple, making my squirm and gasp.
His other hand played with my other nipple, his calloused fingers rolling it
and pinching it, making it harden like a rock.
His mouth sucked hard on my nub, my moans eliciting animalistic growls from his
throat.
“Oh Marilyn…” I moaned, my breathing unsteady and fast.
He released my breast and trailed his wet kisses down my slightly pudgy stomach
and stopped at the hem of my black leather skirt.
“Now be a good girl and lift your hips for me.” He growled, I could tell he was
holding himself back from just pouncing inside of me, something that got me
even wetter. Fuck.
I did as he told me but as I felt his hands starting to push the only piece of
clothing that hidden my body from his eyes I stopped him.
My hands came down on his.
I was scared.
“What's wrong kitten?” He said as he came back to hold me, kissing my forehead.
“I'm scared Marilyn.” I whispered looking down.
“You don't have to be darling, let me take care of you. I won't hurt you.”
He took my lips in a kiss and I nodded, trying to relax my nerves. That time,
when I felt his hand at the hem of my skirt, I allowed him to continue.
He tugged the piece of clothing down my hips and legs, then he made it fall on
the carpet.
My legs were locked together as I blushed crimson red. Sensing my discomfort he
massaged my feet, causing my body to give in, and I opened my legs.
“Good girl, relax, there you go…” he cooed softly, his lips placing soothing
kisses starting at my foot, traveling to my knee and the inside of my thigh,
where he stopped.
I nodded my head and he slid down my red lacy panties. He licked his lips
hungrily and palmed his manhood, while I looked at him wide eyed.
“Fucking perfect.” He growled and without hesitation, he pushed his head
between my legs, his tongue attacking to my pearl.
I screamed at the new contact and started shaking on the bed. He held me down
with one arm, his other hand started to gently caress my outer lips.
“I want to stretch you a bit so it will be less painful. Are you okay with that
baby?” He asked with such caring voice, that had my melt for him instantly. I
nodded and felt his middle finger probing at my small opening.
I let out a gasp as I felt that finger slowly pushing inside, it felt
wonderful.
His finger pushed in and out carefully while his mouth continued the sweet
torture to my delicate bundle of nerves.
I felt a delicious sensation spreading in my center and womb. My moans turning
into screams of his name. I felt myself climbing and climbing a tall mountain,
slowly reaching to the peak, but as I closely approached the the top, his
fingers pulled away and he sat up on his knees. I whined in protest and he
laughed, pushing the fingers he used on me on his mouth and sucking on them.
“You taste delicious Annabelle.” He smirked and motioned me with a finger to
sit up as well.
“I want you to touch me now darling.” I gulped.
I timidly placed my hand on his upper thigh, and with the help of his fingers
guiding me, I found my hand laying on his still covered crotch.
I took all the courage within myself and palmed him like I had seen him doing
before.
His eyes closed and he let out a low growl.
I tightened my hold and moved my hand.
“Undress me now.” He demanded.
I nodded and shakily opened first the button of his black leather pants, then
the zipper.
He quickly got up and discarded the trousers on randomly with the other
clothes. He climbed back on the bed and moved my hand back to his erect cock.
My jaw dropped to the floor.
He was so big, how could that fit inside of me?!
I moved my hand up and down like I had read on some fanfictions, which got him
instantly moaning.
“Fuck Annabelle.” He spat out, moving his hand on my virgin sex, cupping my
dripping innocence.
I smirked and lowered my head on his precum covered length, surprising him.
I licked the tip, my hands dropping to his balls.
“Oh kitten, so eager, aren't we?” He growled and pushed my head down on his
throbbing cock.
My gag reflex made me wince a bit, but I managed to breath from my nose.
He moved my head, guiding me.
I tightened a bit the hold on his balls and he suddenly yanked my head back and
roughly pushed my body down on the sheets.
He took a condom from the nightstand and quickly put it on.
“Spread your legs open.”
With his baritone voice he ordered me.
I pulled me legs as open as I could, my body started shaking badly.
He positioned himself between my thighs and kissed my cheeks sweetly.
“Now I want you to completely relax sweetie. Can you do it for me?”
“I...yeah...for you Marilyn…”
He moved his lips onto mine and I took a hold of his tattooed shoulders.
He looked in my eyes as if looking for consent and I nodded my head.
His member pushed in my opening, my lips opening to accommodate him.
I breathed deeply as I felt something inside of my tear and the worst pain of
my life enveloping me.
Some tears escaped my eyes and I let out a low scream.
“It'll be over soon Annabelle...shhh” he whispered soothingly at me, kissing my
forehead and stilling inside of me.
He was all the way in.
I relaxed my inner muscles and felt my walls stretching around him.
“You can...uhm...move…” I whispered and he kissed my lips passionately, his
hips starting to thrust inside my deflowered pussy.
As minutes passed his thrusts got faster and stronger. He was moaning and
emitting some strange sounds from the back of his throat. It was starting to
feel amazing for me as well, and I was soon screaming his name in pleasure.
“Cum for me princess, cum!” He screamed and pushed even deeper.
A couple of thrusts later I felt myself flying in the sky, a wave of pure
pleasure splashing around me. My walls clenched hard on his length as I cummed,
what brought him to his own climax.
He rocked inside of me some more times and then stilled. His forehead against
mine, our lips back together in a sweet kiss.
“Oh princess…” he cooed as I felt my body go limp, collapsing in Marilyn
Manson’s arms.
But the night wasn't over yet.
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