Day 13: Bratty Velvette/Spanking/Fingering (Carmilla/Velvette)

Day 13: Bratty Velvette/Spanking/Fingering (Carmilla/Velvette)

Carmilla stood at the edge of the dimly lit chamber, her tall figure radiating a quiet, simmering fury as she watched Velvette lounge lazily on the velvet couch, scrolling through her phone with the same air of detached boredom she always carried. The disrespect was palpable—the same disdainful attitude that Velvette had displayed throughout the entire meeting earlier, mocking the Overlords, Carmilla in particular, with her snide remarks and insults about being "old" and "out of touch."

Carmilla's pale magenta fingers flexed, the sharp black nails glinting in the low light as she took a slow, measured breath, attempting to keep her cool. Velvette had always been like this—bratty, disrespectful, pushing boundaries for the sake of it. But tonight, after the meeting where she had insulted not only Zestial but Carmilla's own decisions, something inside her snapped.

The Queen of Hell's weapons dealer was done playing nice.

"Velvette," Carmilla's voice cut through the room, sharp and commanding, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Put that phone down. Now."

Velvette's cedar-brown eyes flicked lazily toward her, a smirk tugging at her black-lined lips. She didn't even bother sitting up, instead, she continued to scroll, clearly amused by Carmilla's sudden shift in tone. "Oh, relax, Carmilla. What's got your pretty little ballerina dress in a twist this time?"

Carmilla's eyes narrowed, her patience finally at its breaking point. With swift steps, she crossed the room, her long legs moving with the graceful precision she was known for, her black ballet slippers barely making a sound as she closed the distance between them.

Velvette raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Carmilla's sudden intensity. "What, you gonna dance me to death?" she mocked, her smirk widening as she held up her phone, snapping a quick picture of Carmilla's furious expression. "Smile for the camera, Queenie."

Carmilla's response was immediate. With a single, fluid motion, she reached down, snatching the phone out of Velvette's hand and tossing it across the room, where it hit the wall with a loud crash.

Velvette's eyes widened in surprise, her playful smirk fading as she finally sat up, her voice sharp with indignation. "What the hell, Carmilla?"

"You've pushed me too far tonight, Velvette," Carmilla growled, her voice low and dangerous as she loomed over the smaller Overlord. "I've tolerated your bratty behavior long enough. But now? Now, you'll see what happens when you disrespect me."

Velvette's usual cocky attitude faltered for a moment, her eyes flicking nervously to the shattered remains of her phone before she looked back at Carmilla, a spark of defiance still lingering in her gaze. "You think you can just—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Carmilla's hand shot out, grabbing Velvette by the wrist and yanking her up from the couch with a strength that belied her slender frame. Velvette gasped in surprise, her body colliding with Carmilla's as the taller woman spun her around, pinning her arms behind her back in a firm, unyielding grip.

"What are you—" Velvette began, but her words were cut off by the sharp tug of Carmilla's fingers pulling at the collar of her navy-blue coat, yanking it down to expose the soft, brown skin of her back.

"I'm tired of your games, Velvette," Carmilla hissed, her voice low and dangerous as she pressed Velvette against the wall, her grip tightening. "You think you can disrespect me, mock me, and get away with it? You've been asking for this."

Velvette's breath hitched as she struggled against Carmilla's hold. But the Queen of Hell's weapons dealer was too strong, too experienced, and Velvette was trapped, caught in the storm of Carmilla's sudden fury.

"Let me go!" Velvette snapped, her usual bravado slipping as she twisted in Carmilla's grip, her heart racing. But even as she fought, there was a spark of something else—a flicker of excitement, of anticipation, that made her body tense with more than just fear.

Carmilla's lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Velvette's ear. "No," she whispered, her voice filled with dark amusement. "Not until you learn your place."

Carmilla's grip on Velvette's wrists tightened as she leaned in, her breath warm against the back of the smaller Overlord's neck. Velvette's chest pressed against the wall, her heartbeat quickening as the weight of Carmilla's presence became impossible to ignore.

"You think you can keep disrespecting me? Mocking me in front of everyone?" Carmilla growled, her voice low and dangerous. "It's time someone taught you a lesson."

Before Velvette could respond, a sharp sting landed on her backside. The sound of Carmilla's palm connecting with her flesh echoed through the room, and Velvette let out a yelp, her body jerking against the firm hold.

"You—" Velvette tried to twist away, but another hard spank cut her off, the sharp smack drawing a gasp from her lips.

Carmilla's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as she delivered another stinging slap, her hand coming down hard against Velvette's ass, leaving a bright red mark on her brown skin. "You're going to learn to listen, Velvette," she hissed, her voice filled with authority as she continued to spank the bratty Overlord, each strike harder than the last. "You're going to learn who's in charge."

Velvette's body shook with a mixture of pain and something she didn't want to admit. Each spank sent a jolt of sensation through her, the sting of Carmilla's hand mingling with a growing heat between her legs that she couldn't ignore. She bit down on her lip, trying to suppress the sounds of her gasps, but it was no use—Carmilla could already sense the shift.

"That's right," Carmilla purred, her voice dripping with dark amusement as she paused for a moment, her hand trailing over the now-reddened skin of Velvette's ass. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Velvette's face flushed with both embarrassment and anger, her body trembling as she struggled to maintain her defiance. "Shut up," she spat, though her voice was shaky, betraying the effect Carmilla's dominance was having on her.

But Carmilla only chuckled, her hand slipping lower, teasing the edge of Velvette's pants as she pressed her body harder against the smaller Overlord's back. "You think you can talk back to me now?" she whispered, her fingers sliding between Velvette's legs, brushing lightly over the growing wetness there. "I think you're starting to understand who's really in control here."

Velvette's breath hitched as Carmilla's fingers found their mark, teasing the sensitive flesh between her thighs with slow, deliberate strokes. The sharp sting of the spanking still lingered, but now, it was mixed with the undeniable pleasure of Carmilla's touch, sending a shiver of sensation through Velvette's body.

"You're mine now," Carmilla growled, her voice low and commanding as her fingers slid inside Velvette, pushing deep with a firm, unrelenting motion. Velvette gasped, her body arching involuntarily as the sensation of being filled overwhelmed her.

"I... I'm not..." Velvette tried to speak, but the words faltered as Carmilla's fingers curled inside her, hitting just the right spot that made her knees weak.

"You're going to listen to me from now on," Carmilla continued, her fingers moving with expert precision as she pressed Velvette harder against the wall, her body caging the smaller Overlord in. "You're going to do exactly as I say."

Velvette's defiance slipped with every stroke of Carmilla's fingers. She could feel the power Carmilla held over her, the undeniable control that left her trapped, helpless, and—worst of all—wanting more.

"You belong to me now," Carmilla whispered, her voice filled with dark satisfaction as her fingers thrust deeper, harder, drawing desperate gasps from Velvette's lips. "I am your new Overlord, and you will obey."

Velvette's mind swam with a mixture of anger and desire, her body betraying her as the pleasure built inside her, leaving her breathless. She wanted to fight back, to cling to her pride, but the sensation of Carmilla's fingers inside her was too much—too overwhelming.

"You—" Velvette gasped, her voice breaking as her body trembled with the intensity of it all. "You can't..."

"Oh, but I can," Carmilla purred, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she twisted her fingers inside Velvette, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "And you're going to come for me, Velvette. You're going to come, and you're going to know that from now on, you're mine."

Velvette's breath came in short, desperate bursts as the pleasure built to an unbearable level, her body arching against Carmilla's, her muscles tightening as the heat between her legs grew unbearable. She could feel the edge approaching, the overwhelming need for release driving her to the brink of submission.

With a final, hard thrust of her fingers, Carmilla pushed Velvette over the edge, her body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her, leaving her gasping and trembling in the Queen of Hell's arms. Her muscles clenched around Carmilla's fingers, her breath catching in her throat as the pleasure consumed her completely.

Carmilla's grip on her hips tightened as she held Velvette steady, her fingers continuing to move inside her, prolonging the release until Velvette was left shaking, her body spent and exhausted.

"That's a good girl," Carmilla whispered, her voice soothing but filled with dark satisfaction as she finally withdrew her fingers, leaving Velvette shaking against the wall. "Now, do you understand?"

Velvette's body trembled with the aftershocks of the orgasm as she struggled to find her voice. "Y-yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she slumped against the wall, her defiance finally broken.

Carmilla's smile widened, her hand trailing over Velvette's back in a mockingly gentle gesture as she stepped back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good," she purred. "You're going to be so much more obedient from now on."