Caligula In Full Effect

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Makimas broken and split psyche is at this point undeniable. As she has appropriated herself multiple problematic personality traits since her short acquaintance with (Y/N).

Reaching from minor changes in the way of how she views herself or others, to even how she perceives (Y/N), to the hyperfixsation of him in forms of nearly obsessive cravings for forbidden and sexual things that break the normally established rules of society as long as they involve him.

This is not unlike the former emperor of the roman empire, Gaius Caesar Augustus Germanicus. Or rather known to us now by the name Caligula.

Though it is important to not mix Caligula up with Gaius Julius Caesar as the former went down in history thanks to his infamy. Instead of the glorious legacy that Gaius Julius left behind.

After his descent into madness, Caligula, the most sadistic and perverted emperor to ever rule over Rome dedicated his entire life to murder and the most degenerated desires a mind as sick as his could dream up.

"Remember that I have the right to do anything to anybody." was the modus operandi he lived his life after as he whored around. Killing the man and spouses of those women he craved after to garner control over them and even gloated himself with such actions. Not rarely even ravaging them in front of those family members that survived his furious and sadistic wrath.

Looking them into their eyes as he does so, smiling at them in the knowledge of his utmost superiority and control of his situation.

In his hunger for sex and all things unholy he even in his own words "tasted" his own sisters. Making it clear that he doesn't even stop by his own flesh and blood as he plainly engaged with them in sexual deeds on one of his multiple banquets or rather sex orgies as they were known.

Though his reign has been set to a sudden stop after only four years as his life found its end at the hands of his own subordinates, and most but not all of those things that remind us of him had been destroyed.

Even after now nearly two thousand years his relics and remembrances that had survived are still to this day forbidden and prohibited in multiple museums to ever see the light of day.

Such severe depravity and delusion of higher status have thus been coined with the term

Caligula Effect

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"Alright, everyone, remain calm. Stay in your seats. Everything is under control"

Spoke no one other than Homelander as he tried to reassure the passenger on the tv screen. Trying to calm them down while doing the bare minimum to do so.

"You got to go out there, and lift the plane up."

Lectured him his companion as soon as he turned around. Barely audible as the passengers screamed for their lives in hope of being saved by the two heroes at hand. While around them the plane falls apart.

Though even witnessing this spectacular scene (Y/N) could do little less than to lean his head back on the couch and sight out loudly.

"Lift the plane? how? There's nothing to stand on. It's fucking air."

Stammers Homelander, trying to search for an excuse as to why he could not save the falling plain. Thought being just too lazy to for once put at least some effort into something. Accepting the death of those passengers without batting an eye.

But even still now, trying his hardest to focus on one of his favorite tv series he could do not much more than marvel at Makima's body she showed him so willingly back in the car.

"I don't know, fly at it , ram it straight-"

"No, that kind of speed, either the plan goes ass over tit or I'punch straight through the hull or-"

Tried homelander to explain but he stood no chance to speak any future as (Y/N) grabbed the tv remote and paused the scene here and there.

Dropping the remote beside him carelessly he buried his head into the palms of his hands. Trying to block off the beautiful image of Makima just for a second.

The teasing comments of his family members weren't helping the young man obviously either.

Seemingly enjoying poking fun of the by now obviously love-struck man.

So this is what it must feel to have a crush on a teacher, though he to himself. He could never really comprehend how that might feel till now.

He had already a couple of butterflies in his stomach back when he met her the first time but today?..... She gave him the rest. And how she did that, practically punching her way into his heart.

Just as she did with the whole bureau.

Are her looks and her body which are to die for at fault? Her alluring and mysterious personality? Or just the fact she saved his life multiple times in this single day?

Fuck, of course, it was a combination of all three of those reasons.

She was right. Her little display of her more feminine side got into his head. And that just in the right way she wanted it to do so.

Raising himself up he knew what he had to do now. Leaving the tv on as it won't take probably too long anyway. Just needs to get something off his chest as he made his way up the stairs.

Feeling his body moan and voice its displeasure with every step he took. Though it yearned for a nice warm shower and a bit of private time just as much if not more. If even only for a couple of moments.

Grabbing whatever clothes he got his hand on. Not even looking at them as he made his way to the restroom.

Smashing the door behind him shut and immediately turning around the lock. Oblivious to the crow that waited just for this moment as it hid behind the window. Peeking in just so it could see the bare minimum. Not wanting to give away that it looks at him.

Leaning all his weight on the sink he took a good look at the mirror in front of him, making it mist up as soon as his hot and wet breath came into contact with it.

All bruised and covered up by the by now deep red bandage she made for him out of her own clothing.

Gliding his hand on it he slowly took it off. Merely needing to touch it as it fell off by his gentle contact. It was flawed and badly made but still filled with her unconditional love that yarns for his acceptance.

Instead of throwing it away, he laid it along the sink, his mind clouded and occupied by Makima alone. Not finding any reason to do much else than to refresh himself as he laid off his by-now red tie.

Carefree letting it fall to the ground. Ever still watched by the loving gaze of the crow behind him as it observed his back.

And so soon his suit jacket follows his tie, not even touching it as he let it slide down from his broad shoulders and his strong arms.

Opening a button at a time as his hands shook wildly. Feeling the torment his body is in with every passing second.

With every button growing more unruly, practically ripping the shirt off his bare body as he came to the last few.

Feeling the cold breeze from the broken window ever so slightly touching his naked skin. Giving him goosebumps that screamed for the loving sensation of the warm water.

Turning himself around so he could rest his back against the sink he opened his belt. Feeling how it gently untangles itself from his waist.

Dropping it on the floor the iron part made an unmistakable sound which the crow could here as it hid on top of the roof, out of sight as it took no chance to be spotted by him. Growing excited by just its imagination of what has exposed itself for her and only her to gawk at.

Pushing his pants down filled him with agony as his back ached with every movement. Lifting himself up he rested for just a moment against the sink. Looking up into the bright lights above him as they gave away most of what he kept a secret under his clothing.

His bulge pressing itself through his underwear caused only so much more discomfort for him.

A silent moan escaped his lips as he rid himself of his last piece of clothing that connected himself with civilization.

Turning around he observed his body now once more in the mirror. Admiring his physic and how it had grown the last couple of months, his new workout routine clearly showed more than satisfying results.

Trailing his fingers gently along his bare chest he felt the cry of his irritated muscle at the contact. Though he could do not much more than this as he loved how he changed over time.

Seeing his development from a mere boy into a man made him proud of himself. Felixing his muscles in front of the mirror. Asking himself subconsciously if Makima would be attracted to his physic.

Not wasting more time than need he quickly moved towards the shower.

Stapping in it he closed the glass door behind him. Wanting to trap in as much of the warmth of the water as possible before turning on the water.

Letting it make contact with his body once more he moned as a wave of satisfaction washed over him, even now numb to Gabriel's mark as he let the water flow down his stomach and up to his erect bulge.

Hearing the water of the shower run the crow set her plan into action. Dong what her mind forces her to do so as it enslaved her like she did every other person in her life till now. Controlled by nothing more than this problematic Caligula like lust that craves the knowledge of her man's every dirty secret.

Pushing open the broken window she found comfort in the distorted glass of the shower that parted another.

Though she could only see his silhouette it was enough for now. Flourishing in this feeling of intimacy she walked along the shower. Keeping her distance, not wanting to get caught nor wanting to destroy his moment of relaxation.

With every step taking in another view of him as she sneaked around him. Knowing he could not hear her steps. Soon realizing that as soon as she viewed him from the side he..... masturbated.....

Running his hand roughly along his shaft as he leaned his free hand against the wall in front of him. Letting his head rest on it as he looked straight at the wall in front of him.

Seeing instead of the white tiles only Makima's pale face. How she teased him just as Seo did the very first day. Seeing how Makima unbuttoned her shirt oh so slowly and flashes him her black bra as she pushed her shirt aside. Letting her hand travel from one breast to another as she slips two fingers into her thigh bra. Dragging it down so he gets a good glimpse at one of her exposed nipples. Though not stopping there......

Feeling so guilty for what he is doing. Ashamed of himself to view and think of his own master like that. To objectify her as Gabriel does. As every man who knows her does sooner or later.

Hating himself even for this. Not wanting to believe what others might think of him for something so desperate. Desperate for lust and the pleasure he thinks he could only wish to get from her.

Though being so much more lucky than Gabriel, Aki, and even Denji.

Lusting for someone like her is human nature. Is appreciation for her unfathomable beauty and a testimony to her perfection. It would be inhumane to not feel sexually attracted to someone like her.

It is dirty and outright sinful, though god gave us lust for a reason. Not to be ashamed but to revel in its sensation.

It is but only a problem if you can't control your urges.

Feeling his hurt body aches more and more with every single stroke though the need for pleasure overpowered it with unbelievable ease.

Letting his hot breath make contact with the white tiles. Even feeling how his head wound opened once more. Feeling and seeing the blood pores down the left side of his face. Even down his chin though he doesn't stop as it covers even his left eye. Not being able to see out of it as it drowned it out.

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Diese Lust bricht alle meine Schranken!

This lust is breaking all my boundaries!

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Letting it flow freely down his chest as it mixed with the hot steaming water guiding it down his legs and down the drain.

Letting the blood of his chin drip down on his shaft, not caring as his face was still looking into the self created illusion of lust and depravity. Even welcoming the warmth of his own blood as he smears it all over his own shaft.

Occasionally licking the blood off his lips and feeling its bitter iron taste. Smiling to himself as he continued even still. His body begged him to stop this lunacy.

Innocence drowned in own blood.
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Ich spüre diese Lust für Blut jetzt und hier!

I feel this lust for blood now and here!

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Even now blood runs down the wall in which he sees Makima. Instead of breaking this curse it only enhanced it as his own dark blood had the color of her hair. Seeing in his blood nothing but her image.

Seeing her even now still in front of him as she pulled the bra even further down. Dragging it off her other breast as well simultaneously. Before letting it slip out of her hand. Giggling to herself as she swayed her hips from one side to side. Only having her naked breasts covered by her white by now completely wet shirt that did the bare minimum to cover them up as occasionally her nipples peeked out under it. Being able to perfectly see every single of her curves thoughts the wet shirt that presses itself onto her skin like latex.

Hearing him moan lustfully in front of her as she could see his silhouette and how he satisfies himself made her into a mess.

Leaning on the same wall beside him she covered her own mouth, trying to suppress her own moans as she played around with her breast. Groping herself with every moan her beloved partner let out. Letting the tears of joy run down her face freely as she smiled at him. Satisfying her lust with him is a dream come true.

Quickly switching her hand to her crotch she rubbed it forcefully, through her pants. forcing herself with this to the ground as her long legs gave in under her.

Kneeling on the group she could do little more than bend over her knees as she continues this act. Resting her head on the ground as she could feel the wetness seep through her pants.

Playing around with her fingers inside of her mouth as she rolled around on the cold floor.

It takes all her composure to not moan. Feeling how it gets harder with every second as she got more and more forceful with herself.

Hearing him reach the climax she could only curse herself as she stood up. Making her way to the window multiple times nearly falling over as her Legs trembled under her own Weight. Even now still playing around wither herself even though knowing she needs to get out of there as fast as possible.

There is a bit of the spirit Caligual's in all of us. If we want it or not. It's undeniable, we all have our moments of weakness.


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