(appreciation - Lluvia and Wheedle. 18+ Pure self indulgent smut, putting it in here, even though I do keep a lot of my smut on my Ao3. I am still burnt out, but smut keeps me going and I love it. Anyway!)
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To show his appreciation for helping him out, by bringing the item he had requested, a rusted chest that was fished out fairly recently, Wheedle wanted to thank Lluvia in his own way. Even though that "way" is something they have been doing for a while, regardless of the reason.
Not that Lluvia cared. She knew Wheedle wanted her to visit his caravan, not just for the chest, but to have her all to himself. Since he was rather busy this week, he couldn't visit her farm last night, so he wanted to make up for that, which she was fine with.
And expressing his fondness over the farmer is rather fun this way.
Especially since he loves to bury himself between her large breasts, kissing the skin between them. Wheedle's goatee tickled Lluvia, making her giggle, while she ran his fingers through his oiled hair. She then shuddered as he lowered himself down to her abdomen, where she had a recent addition to her scars, before dipping himself between her firm thighs.
Lluvia gasped as she felt his tongue inside her, nearly twisting her body from the pleasant sensation. She could even feel his smile, or at least she thought she did, as he heard moans pour out from her lips.
Before she could come apart from his tongue, Wheedle stopped then planted kisses on her thighs, while she groaned from frustration. He then sunk his teeth into her skin, making her yelp, and stood up so he could cover her body again with his. "You make such lovely sounds, Lluvie," he purred, while cupping her chin with one hand.
It made Lluvia's cheeks turn a deeper shade of red. "Smooth talker..." she returned, then flinched as she felt him slip inside her.
A mixture of both of their groans filled the air between them, as they both adjusted to each other below their waist. Once she gave him a nod, Wheedle slowly pulled out before slamming into her again, causing her to bounce as a curse slipped out of her mouth.
It didn't take long to find a steady rhythm, being so intimately familiar with each other's needs. Even the scratching started, as Lluvia dug her dull nails into his back, while biting his shoulder, acting no different than a beast.
And Wheedle loved the pain she inflicted on him. He adores the shock run through his body, caused by his beloved and actual favorite customer. It tends to send him to the edge often, and loves the high that comes from it, but what's the point in indulging himself, if she didn't feel it too?
So he grabbed a fistful of her purple hair, to yank it back, getting a delightful pained moan from Lluvia in return. She glared at him, before her lips curled into an impish smile, happy that he isn't treating her as some fragile human.
With every pain inflicted on each other, mixed with the pleasure that built up from their abdomens, neither held back, as they felt themselves teetering on the edge.
Which had crashed down on them both at the same time, as if the coils within them snapped.
Lluvia enjoyed the sensation of him filling her up, knowing that there were no risks there, given her lack of uterus.
Wheedle gasped as he rode out his orgasm with a few more thrusts, before he finally pulled out, leaving behind some of his liquid mixed with hers.
Though they will need to clean up soon, neither were in any immediate hurry, so they allowed themselves to bask in the afterglow, embracing each other along with a kiss.