The two wolves inside every writer: "this is genuinely the best thing i have ever written. i am gifted. i am changed. this paragraph alone justifies my entire existence on this planet." and then five minutes later, same paragraph: "who wrote this. who allowed this. this reads like a golden retriever trying to describe grief. i need to lie down and reconsider everything." both wolves are always wrong. the paragraph is fine. you need a snack.
The important part of making horrible kitchen concotions is to give them properly horrid names. I have discovered a new dish: The Blended Devil.
It's like deviled eggs, but instead of taking the yolks out of the eggs, you just mash the entire boiled eggs into mush with a fork and mix the rest of the ingredients in there. Eaten from a bowl, with a fork or a spoon depending on the consistency. Or go at it labrador style with your face down in the bowl if you're like that. Not up to me.
A salad can just be a chopped mix of things. Thatās egg salad alright. I put it on sandwiches. You can also put pickle relish and/or chopped onion in it.
"a- ahh- wait, baby wait." he ingests saliva down his throat, neuvillette looked almost as if he was begging you. yet his gloved hands held your thighs down.
his fingers grasped your palms harshly, yet his gaze said otherwise; a gentle stare that seemed to ask you something. the horns on his head grew by the second- guess that happens each time he gets turned on.
he loved watching how your eyebrows knitted, loved watching how you pushed his face while holding onto his horns into your sloppy little entrance. or the way you threw your head back in pleasureā oh please let him taste more!
he promised it'd only be for a bit. he thought what he did was preparing you for his cock- but it's been well over 2 hours, and he's still lapping every drop of your essence up, his finger over your clitā "massaging it" he said, when he was well aware how good it made you feel.
"n-neuvi.. c'mon.. it's been enough already.." you almost had to push him off, his mouth getting detached made a plop sound.
neuvillette who already missed the way you tasted. he already had your ass up in the air for him, and face smothered into the comfort of the soft mattress.
he had one of his hands pinning both of your hands to the wooden board at the head of the bed- causing a red mark to appear on both your wrists. he couldn't help the strength he puts into his own hands. lowering his tip to brush against your folds, watching how you already were so wet for him; his other hand inserting a pair of two fingers into them briefly before watching how good his dick slips inside.
you'd moan out his name so beautifully, fuck he could do this for days on end if he'd always get to hear this kind of melody.
damn you're so warm, he couldn't help ramming into you the way he did right now. "mmm.. f- feels as good as it tastes sweetheart.."ā such a lively speed he went at, your hands faltered a little. your hips bruised with marks of his palm, on being on his waist, and the other still holding your hands to the headboard.
his pent-up feelings, awwhh fuck he could definitely let it all out here- the way his dicked kissed the deepest of the deep in your body, and the way he held you with a hint of softness.
the snowy-unsullied haired man leaned down near your ear- briefly kissing the shell of your ear, slowly scattering a plenitude of pecks down your collarbone. landing in the crook of your neck, he slowly started to bite into it; not enough to bleed- but enough to mark in a spot where others could see.
kinich who couldn't get enough of your aroma. who couldn't get to stop himself from swishing his tongue against your slick, working his fingers into the hole below, as his tongue worked into your clit. rubbing against it effectively.
the sounds of his moans vibrated against your cunt felt surreal, using his own spit to work his tongue faster against your entrance. watching the way you'd shut your eyes with the luxury of pleasure.
hungrily eating, and licking your hole, switching around places with his fingers every now and then. he knew you were stressed from work anyway. if he's been with you this long, he could eat you out for even longer.
you could feel him fly a sleazy grin against your pussy, you started to clench against his fingersā he knew you were close. "you close, pretty?" you nodded hurriedly, "ffuck- mmmā yes, yeah i am-" you moaned, your thighs starting to quiver, each time you felt his fingers curl inside you, curving well into your special spot.
he leans upward, and a little forward to leave kisses all over your stomach again. trailing back up to your lips, making out with you messily, his fingers only going even more so at an even further hurried pace. "you better be." he snarls with a mocking tone, smiling as you both continue to kiss each other excessively.
you could feel it building up already. his pace only getting faster, matching the speed of your breath, as he pulled away from another peck. your back started to arch from the way his fingers curled just right into your g-spot.
"a-ahhn i'm cumming! oh ffuck.. kinich!" you screamed, creaming onto his hand directly, as his arm rung around your waist to pull you close, snd keep you in place
the thought of his baby growing in your womb that he loves filling so much, it's too much for him. he fucks into you, fast and needy as he hooks your legs tighter around his waist so he can go deeper. his senses are completely replaced with the urge to breed you; it's his ideal to have you as his cute little wife, pregnant with his child, so everybody knows that you're his.
he's imagining how pretty you'd look, with your swollen tits and cute belly showing off what he did to you. he lifts your hips, spreading your legs impossibly wider, your walls clenching around his twitching cock. "...gonna make you mine... mine forever," he huffs, your sweet cries of his name only driving him faster. he pushes your thighs toward your chest, tip right up against your cervix, spurting his thick, heavy load deep into your pretty pussy.
he's kissing you hard as he rides out his high, messy and hot as you moan into his mouth. he made sure you're filled to the brim with his cum, for the highest possible chances of knocking you up... <3
ā°āā¤ NEUVILLETTE is an incredibly, private dragon. Though you know him like the back of your hand, he would never truly voice his need for help to you. He doesn't want to bother you and he, himself, is still a little lost on how things fully work in a relationship. But he's trying, in his own peculiar way. So, when his....time of month (as he calls it) arrives, you'll notice he'll instantly distance himself from you. He'll personally go out of his way to ensure his path does not cross with his beloved.
ā°āā¤ when you call NEUVILLETTE out, he'll deny it at first, afraid he'll feel as though you're being forced to relieve him of his ache. He also does not want to bother his mate with something as trivial as arousal (that's forced upon him because of his draconic nature). He would much rather try his best to conceal his bulge through a new attire - one more loose but just as pretty as his usual one. Not that he cares too much for that, it's just part of his dutiful attire...though, he does admit, this one does help him during his pitiful rut. But after your consistent questions and concerns, he finally gives in and explains it. His pride becoming somewhat wounded when he does.
ā°āā¤ NEUVILLETTE feels embarassed when you drag him back to your shared chambers with his guilt swallowing him whole but it's eventually overridden by an aching need to release his watery semen deep inside you. And the smell of you? God....it makes his instincts kick in, his desire to be one with his beautiful mate, to please you as much as you please him. His cheeks are already reddened, sweet trickling down his temple as you give him that loving smile of yours. He's melting, and just from your touch alone.
ā°āā¤ NEUVILLETTE in heat is a whole different hydro dragon. His arms are wrapped around you, his head buried in the crook of your neck while he thrusts himself deep into your wet, slippery hole. The feeling of your combined juices soaking his pulsing, veined shaft drives him absolutely to the brink. He's sloppy, messy, tears down his cheeks as broken moans and sobs escape him. His long white hair is splayed around you both while he desperately tries to push that blue-tinted knot inside you. His cock alone is gorgeous...the tip has a blue tint and is slightly pointed. His girth alone is decorated in ridges meant to satisfy his mate during this season. And oh, you bet your hole he does.
ā°āā¤ NEUVILLETTE in heat is a messy man. He's begging to stuff you again. He's sobbing away as he stuffs his knot deep inside you again. For two days, he won't let anyone near you after stuffing you full, oh no, especially if you can give him offspring. Though, the thought of being a father feared him more than anything else. But whether or not it would happen, he would be grateful either way, because as he sinks his teeth into your neck, his sperm gushing along your spongy walls, he knows that he'll never find another after you. He knows that. You're it for him. And dragons mate for life.
ā°āā¤ a NEUVILLETTE in heat is a NEUVILLETTE that will fall to his knees for you. A dragon whose walls are down and his heart vulnerable. A dragon in love.
ā³ ft. zero plot, 3some, oral (m+f receiving), multiple creampie, semi-dragon neuvi (just his tongue), voyeurism, pet names, wrio is a little mean, vague cucking themes but it's a threeway so who really cares, breeding, bttm reader.
"mmh... that's a good girl," wriothesley groans, head tilted back as he pulls one of your arms behind you, arching your back further. you adjust your lips on neuvillette's length, sucking diligently on his tip, after all, you couldn't fit much more of his obscene size in your pretty mouth.
they moan in chorus, both at your slickness and warmth. wriothesley slams his hips against yours, heavy balls slapping lewdly against your ass as he batters your pussy. he's big, and on particularly violent slams, his tip hits right up against your cervix, earning muffled whines from around the iudex's cock.Ā
"..aah, darling, just like that... more," neuvillette sighs, as if you were personally sucking his refined personality out of him.
with every time wriothesley makes you moan, it sends sweet pulses up neuvillette's length from where he's nestled in your throat.Ā it doesn't take much to send the iudex over the edge, the warm spasms of your mouth pleasing him unimaginably.
neuvillette becomes more vocal as you take as much of his dick as you can down your throat, trying to meet you halfway when he sees you struggle.
"mmh, darling, may i?" he tilts his head back, holding a fistful of your hair, moaning out loud when you look up at him with glassy eyes and nod, his tip still settled in your mouth. that's all he needed, hot ropes of white instantly glazing your mouth. he swipes droplets of his cum from your face and pushes his fingers past your eager, swollen lips. wriothesley huffs at the sight of neuvillette playing with your spent mouth, slamming his hips against you harder.
this may have been the lewdest thing neuvillette has ever experienced, cumming all over your face, making you taste him, all while another man inside you gets off to the sight of it. he pulls your face back onto his cock, and you press kisses to his tip without being asked to. it's adorable, it helps neuvillette ride out his high.
"fuck... my pretty girl, g'na make me cum too, you want that? want my cum inside you?" wriothesley's out of breath, gasping for air as he slams his cock into your pussy.Ā
neuvillette cups your face with a lithe hand, pulling your mouth off his tip for just a moment to let wriothesley fully hear you.Ā he's fucking you with all his strength, hips flexing with every thrust.
"want it, i wan' it all... f-fuck, wrio!"
you bury your burning face in neuvillette's lap as wriothesley hits his climax, grabbing your hips and raising them higher before he stuffs your pussy to the brim with his hot, creamy cum.
"mmh... s'full, wrio... feels so good," you mumble, fucked-out and spent.Ā
wriothesley pulls out of you with a slick pop, prodding at the mess he's made of your pussy. you're leaking with his seed, milky droplets spilling down your trembling thighs.Ā
"oh, fuck. come have a look, monsieur," the duke teases. he spreads your pussy open, baring your stretched hole, still clenching onto the girth that it got so addicted to.Ā
you turn onto your back, with your lovers switching places. you're now in wriothesley's strong grasp, with neuvillette's gentle caresses working at your core. wriothesley holds your thighs apart for neuvillette, squeezing the plush skin of your ass.
neuvillette's long, serpentine tongue slips between your folds, reaching impossibly deep inside you. he's getting lost in you, tasting a different, foreign universe within your insides. your hands find themselves in his silky white hair, tugging when he digs the forked tip of his tongue against your throbbing, puffy clit.
"neuvi, please... mmh! right there..."
he hums at the taste of your pussy, lapping up wriothesley's cum that still periodically oozes out of you. his tongue slips its way against your walls, making you twist against the duke's grip. neuvillette is earnestly perched between your wide-spread thighs, putting your legs on his shoulders.
wriothesley reaches around your body to massage your tits, getting a lovely view of your legs in the air with the iudex between them. Ā
despite being slick with the duke's seed and stretched to accommodate wriothesley's girth, neuvillette's cock still strains to fit inside you. he eases his aching tip inside your entrance, pulling your pussy apart, stretching you deliciously all over again, even further than before. it's painful, every bluish vein on his cock pulsing and throbbing against the soft walls of your cunt.
"it's alright, i've got you," he coos, holding you tenderly by the waist to steady himself while he continues to push himself further inside you.
he's almost unbelievably big; even in comparison to wriothesley. but in contrast, neuvillette tries to remain as gentle as possible with your body.
"looks like i didn't stretch you out enough, doll," wriothesley smirks, absently playing with your erect nipples as neuvillette struggles to bottom out inside you. he's hard again, the sight of the iudex ravaging your body proving to get him off.
neuvillette's silvery hair cascades over his shoulder and surrounds your body like a veil, obscuring the duke's view of you. he reaches from behind you, tucking neuvillette's hair back.
"mhmm, fuck, take him, pretty girl," wriothesley groans, stroking his cock to the sweet noises that neuvillette pulls from your lips.
"beautiful girl," neuvillette sighs in agreement as he watches your face contort with pleasure, eyes fluttering to the back of your head as he juts his hips back and forth slowly. the stretch is almost too much, his laboured breathing key evidence of your tightness around him.
wriothesley shamelessly masturbates right next to your face, holding you in his lap with a strong arm around your waist. neuvillette's pale face burns crimson, practically fucking your cervix, he's so fucking deep. each thrust of neuvillette's hips sends your whole body quaking, tits bouncing against the duke's grasp.
he's sensitive, especially after already cumming once from your mouth. although it didn't take him long at all to reach his high a second time, the stretch, the way he pounds at your aching cunt like his life depends on it, makes it feel like hours.
"he asked you a question, doll," wriothesley hisses at the feeling of his cock in his own fist. you squirm against the duke's chest, neuvillette's pace not letting up as he obediently waits for you to tell him to cum inside you.
"mhmm, fuck, n-neuvi, cum in me, cum in me!" you babble out incoherent nonsense to neuvillette, who happily obliges in stuffing your eager pussy. you're filled to the brim with both of them, with wriothesley even reaching his own second high, spurting a weak stream of cum down his hand, some spilling onto your skin.
neuvillette is quick to pull out of you and kiss your spent body, his shaky hands tracing every curve that he simply loves so much. wriothesley cards his clean hand through your hair, staining your tits and chest with his other. the duke kisses the side of your face, pulling you down with him as he lies down. the iudex joins you on your other side, putting his hair over one shoulder and propping his head up with a hand.
despite how roughly they fuck you, neither of them ever fails to make you feel absolutely adored. but when wriothesley's keen eye catches on the drops of cum that spill out of your pussy, he chuckles softly.
"which one of us is gonna knock her up first, monsieur?"
wriothesley x reader
ā¤ synopsis: all this for a new set of clothes, wriothesley never imagined heād be this sensitive while having his measurements takenā¦ and so you offer a way to help him relax
ā¤ cw: fem!reader, pet names (princess + girl), blowjob / oral (m. receiving), deepthroating, little bit of dacryphilia + corruption, touch starved wriothesley, reader is a seamstress ā mdni || ź° 2.5k wc ź±
ā¤ notes: a repost from my previous blog
āDonāt tell me the dukeās never had his measurements taken before.ā Your eyes flicker up from beneath thick lashes, a brow raised at the peculiarity of the situation: Wriothesley, the infamous warden who just about radiates confidence, stiff at the prospect of a simple fitting.
āUnfortunately, there aren't many special occasions that call for your services here at Palais Meropide.ā
You hum in agreement, nonchalantly giving him a sharp tap tap to his toned bicep, as you circle around him, ducking out of his line of sight. He's right of course; the fortress doesn't often call for the services of a seamstress such as yourself, but it seems even its great duke must adhere to the rules of society events, whenever his nation so demands.
āArms up,ā you instruct, when he fails to respond to your simple gesture.
From behind, he feels the bite of cold air run through his self for the first time in a long while, as he flinches from the way your fingers dance like ice at the bared nape of his neck. Your tape measure stretches down the length of his spine until a perfectly manicured nail marks a hatch into the fabric ruler, pressing just the slightest bit into the dip at his back. He arches away from your touch, all but jolting in response.
It isn't you, per say, nor is it the process itself, but rather that dangerous combination of both. How you're so casually intimate with your ministrations, walking the line between close and closer, with nowhere else to stray. Touching him in places he had never imagined would be sensitive, and doing so without ever batting an eye.
Of course, as an employee of Chioriya Boutique, it's nothing new to you ā nor is it anything out of the ordinary to the men and women you dress over at the court of Fontaine. But you cannot help but find amusement in how this rugged wolf of a man squirms beneath the lightest of touches.
Wriothesley stretches, rolling his shoulders to alleviate the unfamiliar soreness in his arms. Boxing, fightingāall of that he can do, easily and proficientlyāyet his arms have never felt heavier than they do now, as he holds them out, so as not to obstruct your path. A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips, but you refocus onto the matter at hand, trading your tape for a pen as you quickly jot down the length of his back. Cute, you think.
He almost breathes a sigh of relief when you finally allow him to rest his arms, that is, until he sees you down on your knees, near-hugging his frame in order to grasp the measure of his hips.
āI've always heard the duke was a skilled boxer ā didn't think this little session would be enough to do you in,ā you say, in an attempt to lighten the mood, because it'd be near impossible to get accurate measurements the way he's tensing up all his muscles.
You glance up to check his reaction when he doesn't respond. Not that he isn't listening, but it's difficult to focus, difficult to breathe, when the sweet scent of your perfumeāmarcotte, he notesāsends him into overdrive, his brain directing all his senses to congregate at his crotch.
āHey, relax,ā you remind him, but his mind as already decided to wander astray. How can it not when you look up at him with those eyes, large and wide, and how he'd like to see them brimming with tears, perhaps with his cock in yourā
He forcibly drags the thought out of his head, setting an iron foot down as he shakes away the apnea, exhaling with a low puff to his breath, and a light tint to his cheeks. āIt's a bit easier said than done.ā
He laughs it off, yet despite his smart remarks, Wriothesley clears his throat as if his voice hadn't near cracked at how your knuckles had brushed against the inside of his thigh while you were garnering its circumference; your phantom touch sending shivers to his skin, even through the fibers of his clothes. You hear him swallow down a grunt, and from the corner of your eye, you see the real issue now.
āWould it be easier if I helped with... this?ā Manicured nails graze across the fabric covering his crotch, cheekily avoiding the obvious outline of his cock.
Wriothesley lets out a small chuckle, wondering if he's perhaps hallucinating at this stroke of luck? Fate? Whatever it is, who was he to deny what's come knocking at his door, especially as you're already taking steps to smooth back any loose hair from your face. He backs into his own desk and sits at the edge before gesturing with a wave of his hand and a lilt to his voice.
āBy all means... ā so you undo the buckles at his belt ā his pants and briefs quickly following suit, as you tug both remaining garments down, one after the other, before greeting his bulbous tip with a quick kiss hello.
Your thumb glosses over his slit, collecting beads of pre, as you run long strokes up and down his shaft. Strained, Wriothesley exhales through gritted teeth; you can feel him pulsing in your hands, throbbing with need. Your touch is searing ā it burns like ice, crawling up his veins until his scattered thoughts are frozen in place, stuck on the ever persisting need to buck forward.
āEasy there, Your Grace,ā you tease, heat accompanying your tongue with every lave around the underside of his cock. From his thick base to his leaking tip, the flat of your tongue traverses a wet path along the upward curve, before finally, you take him in the warm engulf of your mouth.
Wriothesley stifles a breath, tossing his head back as he leans into his desk, exhaling a soft grunt at the way you suckle on just his tip, tongue swirling as you wrap the head in a sweet caress, and take him just a little deeper. From your peripherals, you easily catch on to how his grip tightens around the edge of his desk ā a reluctant companion to the slight, yet ever present tremble in his hips, daring him to break at the growing pleasure between his legs.
Sucking in your cheeks, you hollow them in until thereās nothing left to feel except the angry pulse of his cock in the wet maw of your mouth. You drag your lips slowyātantalizingly soāoff his cock, as if imprinting the feel of his veins onto your tongue, savoring the taste of his arousal before suctioning off with a nasty pop.
The air is immediately striking, an onslaught of sudden cold that sends his wet cock twitching in impatience. If he didnāt know any better, heād think you were toying with him, but a single glance down only confirms the dukeās suspicions in that you absolutely are. Because oh how you so sweetly bat your doe eyes, looking up at him with anything but innocence, as delicate strands of saliva still connect your lips to his leaking cockhead, snapping as you force yourself to hold back the haughty little smile threatening to appear at how youāve left the man equally flushed in face and cock.
Carefully, you rub along his slit until your fingers are curled around his girth, pumping his fat cock in a mix of spit and pre, kissing down his length while your free hand presses against his sensitive hipbone, your breath tickling his skin, as you take one of his balls in your mouth, suckling as if it were the sweetest of confections.
He grunts, bucking into your fist. Duke Wriothesley who has never had his measurements taken. Duke Wriothesley who perhaps has never been teased as so. Duke Wriothesley whose hand snakes its way to your chin, and with a slight jerk, tilts your gaze to the ice in his half-hearted glare.
āHey,ā he chides, āenough of that.ā But his air of authority is tainted by the rasp in his voice, undermined by his own traitorous eyes that drift to the residue surrounding your lips. Oh, how terribly he'd like to see such a pretty, pristine thing tainted and stained by his touch... and so he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, dipping into the wet heat of your mouth, and subconsciously guiding you back onto his cock.
Any resolve left in the duke crumbles as you part those sinful lips, throat opening as you attempt to swallow him whole, and he sucks in a sharp breath, head thrown back as his fist races to smother his groans, teeth clinging to the skin of his knuckles.
You nurse his cock just a little bit deeper with every bob of your head, your palmsāstill slick with spitāpumping the length of all you cannot fit. His impressive size no doubt adds to the weight, your jaw falling slack just to fit his girth, but you persist, tongue swirling and painting and lapping up sloppy strokes all around. He rocks his hips, irregular and shallow, but it nonetheless has tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. you quickly blink them away, opting to refocus on holding down your gag reflex, rubbing your thighs together as a distraction and nurturing your own wetness that accumulates in between.
A moan rises from the back of your throat, the vibrations pulsing and weaving around him like silk threads, cocooning him in a pleasure that you can so clearly feel from the way he throbs on your tongue, which so desperately tries to maneuver around his shaft until he caves to the tightness ā too warm, too welcoming, for him to resist any further.
And so by no will of his own, his hips jerk.
The impact makes you choke, convulsing around him as the force of his thrust sneaks him a little further down your throat. Spittle leaks from the corners of your mouth while you do your best to swallow all you can, but the sting of tears immediately returns to haunt your visage, this time successfully leaving a number of streaky trails in its wake.
You send him a weak half-glare, but Wriothesley only stutters out a weak apology before his sharp eyes are drawn to the subtle movement of your hips and thighs, and of how your knees readjust in search of any friction that might serve as an alleviant to the cock knocking at the back of your throat. Even so, the whine vibrating around his cock begs for attention back to your pretty face.
Beneath gossamer lashes, your eyes glisten with the promise of more tears; playful embers now vaporized by the saturated lull of lust, that he hates to admit thrills him. You, who had arrived at the fortress like an overworld princess; so prim and pretty, with the heels of your shoes click-clacking throughout his metal abode. Your fashionable attire, so perfectly ironed and flouncing along with every stepā¦
But where is your composure now, as you kneel before him, with his dick in your mouth?
He smoothes a hand along the top of your head before stopping at the crown. You can feel the tangible twitch of his cockhead, and you whimper in nervous anticipation, because you already know what's to come.
āYou can take more than that,ā he rasps, challenging you, all the while tilting your head down just a little further. āAlmost there, princess... relax. Just a little more...ā
His sweet words loosen your nerves, opening your throat to the realization that somehow, you must have relinquished control over to the duke, handing him the reigns as you let him pull you down, down over that last stretch of his length, bit by bit until the tip of your nose finally presses into the thatch of dark curls at his hilt. You flutter and squeeze around him, drool trickling down your chin as you splutter and gag.
And gracious as he is, Wriothesley grants you a moment to breathe, through your nose, of course, if the large hand still weighing atop your head was any indication. He stretches a thumb over, gently brushing away a piece of hair fallen loose onto your face.
You really are so pretty ā resting parallel to his balls, looking up at him with dew on your lashes and water in your eyes, lips pooling with spit at where youāre stretched around his base. He pulls out a little, throbbing with the desire to fuck and ruinā¦ but slowly, he grinds himself back in, tapping the back of your sputtering throat every time he runs a pass along the palate of your tongue.
Wriothesley throws his head back, groaning loud and raw through his teeth. You feel so good; so hot it makes his blood run cold, so tight it has him coming undone. and heās so close. You can both feel it.
You moan again, despite the struggle to do so while his tip remains busy fucking your throat. Behind his thighs, you dig your fingers into his bare flesh, bobbing along, hugging him even closer because after all, it was you who had offered to help with his problem, and itāll be you who sees him through to the end.
āDirty girl,ā he breathes, wholly impressed at how you take him like a sleeve, rolling along with his movements, and leaving him to shudder so close to completion. His face twists with pleasure, fingers tightening in your hair when he feels that pleasantly familiar barrage of tremors bubbling from your throat.
The wet sound of skin and spit rings in your ears. Dirty. Yes, thatās exactly what this was. To think youāve never felt so sloppy and messy, gagging on cock, much less one like hisā¦ and yetā¦ you think you love this. That, or you must be dizzy off delirium because his words have heat rushing to your cheeks and your cunt, stifling another choked moan that reverberates through the entirety of his shaft.
When he cums, he cums in your mouth, spilling in spurts with no restraint ā and you swallow as best you can, as much as you can, really. Still, he continues to rock his softening cock 'til the end of this high, savoring the last remnants of your sweet lips before you slowly pull off.
That first breath of real air is sweet, even amidst the iron-tainted walls of Meropide, though you're apt to remember that even too harsh a breath would send your battered throat into a fit of coughs. You slump down to your heels, panting softly, entirely too aware of your current predicament, as you run a thumb across the tip of your chin, slimy with your combined fluids. It's sloppy, dirty, and oh how you're forced to swallow your own spit, when your clit pulses in rebellion.
Above you, Wriothesley chuckles, kneeling down to your level, yet still broad enough for his back to cover the dim light of his office, tall enough that he must tilt your head to catch those lovely eyes in his wolfish gaze again. He pulls a handkerchief from his breast pocket, wipes the mess from your lips until you're prim and pretty and perfect, ready to be unravelled once again.
āShall I return the favor?ā
notes2: I never intended to repost this because I hated how it turned out, but maybe absence makes the heart grow fonder because I re-read it last night and actually really liked how it turned out Lol!!! anyways, thank you for reading, and reblogs + feedback are greatly appreciated ! ā”
Varka is the kind of grandmaster who would volunteer to join patrols around the city, and while the older knights assume itās just another antic in avoiding paperwork, the more novice knights would think him humble. Diligent even, in how admirable it is for a knight of such rank to join them on such mundane dutiesā¦
But as it happens, itās the route that intrigues him, for there always seems to be something suspicious lurking in the alley by your house. (Itās just a coincidence. He swears.) And as the esteemed grandmaster itās only right that he investigate himselfā¦if only investigating meant insisting heād catch up shortly as he dips into the shadows, pulled into its dark embrace by your fingers tugging on the hem of his coat. Dragging him away before grasping onto the collar of his shirt, and pulling him in until his lips find its place on yours.
Varka kisses you in honeyed complacence ā sweet, but no less passionate, as he follows your lead. One step back, for every one of your tiptoed steps forward; like a dance, where just a quick pivot has your back pressed against the alley wall as he takes back the lead.
āNot to alarm you,ā he reports between his kisses, ābut there's a fiend hiding in this very alley.ā A strong arm rests against the wall, caging you on one side, effectively shielding your face from any curious eyes that might wander in from the rest of the world.
You pull away briefly, tilting up to meet him in his playful gaze. āReally now,ā you wonder aloud, feigning surprise.
"Oh yeah," he quips back. āThey're real good...ā His voice drops an octave, as he leans in close, pressing a quick kiss to the juncture behind your ear, before suckingāhardāand leaving a lasting mark on the skin. You release a quivering breath as your grip tightens around his sleeve, while that same sensation begins to stir at your core.
ā...but I think I've got'em pinned.ā Whatever restraint left in his body fades away, and you recall why they call him the Knight of Boreas.
In one smooth movement, a large hand curves over your rearāgliding down to the flesh underside of your thigh and lifting it up while his knee settles into its newfound place between your legs. Varka lurches forward, slotting his mouth over yours in a deeper, greedier kiss. One that forces you to shift your tether from his sleeves to his hair, as your fingers weave through his golden tresses... Anything to have him closer.
And Varka groans in response, hips grinding into you whilst his teeth graze against your bottom lip. Heād think himself in Nod-Krai again, the way the push-pull of your lips are drawn to each other like magnetic attraction, fighting to connect in spite of the increasing need for air.
āV-Varkaā¦ā you whisper, breaking away first. That breathless sound of his name is so sweet, as it falls from your lips, that he takes the initiative to move his kisses in a sloppy expedition down the length of your neck.
āVarka,ā you say again, this time stronger, more urgent. Enough to prompt his attention back to your gaze, his sharp eyes nearly clouded with desire.
Nearly.
It quickly dissipates as the heavy rhythm of armored footsteps rounds the corner, signaling the end of your little rendezvous. Groaning, he slumps his head into that nook at the base of your neck in a dramatic show of exasperation.
āYāthink theyāll come looking for me?ā he tries.
āI think theyāll definitely wonder what sort of suspicious fiend has got the Grandmasterās hands so full.ā
āRightā¦ā Varka straightens, clearing his throat. āBest to keep this,ā his thumb swipes away the smudge of ruined lipstick staining the corner of your lips, āā¦all to myself.ā
Now that the Nod-Krai expeditionary force has wrapped up its mission, your lover Lohen, decides to commemorate his homecoming with a surprise pussy inspection (and perhaps test out that vial of aphrodisiac heās been dying to use) ā nāsfw ā¹ mdni
cw: aphrodisiacs (consensual)
When Lohen enters your bedroom through the open window, your duvet is the first to go. You stir from the rush of cold air, blearily sitting up, before an unforgiving grip locks around your ankle, and your mind recalls that your first instinct is to scream.
A hand clamps over your mouth, only pulling away once the panic dissipates as your eyes settle on your loverās familiar red.
āLohenā¦? Youāreāā He cuts you off with a kiss; pulling you into his gravity with the enthusiasm of a man starved. After all, who could blame him? Even you have lost count of the days heās spent stationed away in Nod-Krai. Yet when he pulls away, he does so with fervor in his eyesācunning, and full of guileāand the anxiety of exhilaration ignites in your chest.
āI'm here to inspect you, baby.ā he lilts, guiding you onto your back. He runs a hand up your thigh, easily shifting your nightgown up, panties lazily tossed aside, before finally spreading your legs apart until your cunt unfolds in between. Two gloved fingers part your folds open to the sticky sound of your arousal, delicately woven into thin strands of webbing that refuse to snap in spite of how far his fingers stretch.
Interesting, he thinks, humming as he observes just how wet you are. Lohen angles his thumb to run slow circles around your already puffy clit, watching as you squirm beneath him: your hole pulsing at the returning arousal, attempting to clamp around nothing at all.
Tsk tsk. āWhat did I say about touching yourself while I was awayā¦ā he sighs. The last letter heād sent you rests on your nightstand ā open, and bruised with the indents of a too-tight grip. He shakes his head in false disappointment, all the while pressing harder into your clit. His free hand reaches into his coat pocket, drawing out a glass vial full of ominous liquid.
A flick of the wrist. A pop. The substance stirs within its confines, and the bottle uncaps soonafter ā his leather-clad fingers now coated in its thickness. āLiquid ecstasy,ā the merchant had called it.
You nearly jolt at the sensation as Lohen inserts a finger, pumping slowly in and out. The liquid is immediately coldā¦and then warmer as the aphrodisiac takes root. Too warm. It heightens your sensitivity ā crawling through your nerves, leaving a disastrous wave of heat and need in its wake.
A sole fingerā¦the slow paceā¦ Itās not enough. Your thighs instinctively close, desperate to soothe the overwhelming sensation, but he holds you open, halting your brief search for friction.
āAh ah,ā he sings. And then he pulls out, inspecting the blend of fluids coating his glove. āIs this what you imagined when you touched yourself to my letter? Was the aphrodisiac as strong as you thought itād be?ā
You try to wrangle out an answer, but he never truly gives you a chance to respond.
āAnd how many times did you cum? Be honest,ā he interrupts. āOnce?ā He prods two fingers against your entrance. āMaybeā¦.twice?ā he asks, and two fingers push their way in.
Your breathing changes with the stretch, gasping as he fills you more. Deeper, fullerā¦your only desire now is to unravel for him (to be unravelled by him) and yet, his languid movements are still too slow for how desperate your body has become ā cunt unabashedly churning out slick for desires your lover refuses to fulfill.
ā¦At least not in the moment; not when he loves how you cling to him so tightly, as if the intent to burrow deeper is a battle in and of itself. And with the way the aphrodisiac has seeped beneath your skin, a lazy curl of his fingers is enough to set your body ablaze, cunt gushing as you teeter dangerously close to finishing.
And Lohen knows. He tuts again, keeping his fingers curled against the roof of your walls as he pulls back out. āNo, no, no you canāt cum yet,ā he mocks, fully mesmerized by the glistening webs of slick suspended in the gaps between his fingers. āLook how wet you areā¦letās see how you take threeā¦ā
You keen at the stretch, wondering if he knows how much thicker he is when he fingers you with those gloves on. If he knows how rough the leather grain is when he drags them against your gummy insidesā¦ (Itās not enough. Itās not enough.) When he curls all three inside you, you curl along with him ā back arching clean off the bed as he digs the tips of his fingers into that spot. Bullying your insides as he continues to fuck you slowly, holding down your hips as you writhe. Angling his hand to thumb at your neglected clit, until the coil in your belly snaps and you cum with broken wail.
By the time you come down from your high, thereās a dull throb that lingers between your legs. You squirm atop the sheets, hoping some sort of friction might soothe the ache, but it leaves you all the more aware of just how empty you are, how empty youāve beenā¦the heat only growing in intensity as your leaking cunt remains unattended.
Lohen draws back, biting down on the tips of his (now-soiled) glove, before removing it with a quick tug. āYou didnāt think just once would be enough did you?ā he asks. āCome on baby, your body knows what it wantsā¦ā
Slotting himself between your legs, he traps you beneath himāleaning over your smaller frame with the unfinished bottle, once again, in his hands. He presses the opening against your parted lips, tilting gently until the vial runs dry.
āThere we go,ā he praises, ādonāt worry, thereās still plenty more to come.ā
notes: in case you didnāt catch it, it is implied Lohen and reader have already talked about everything in their letters so everything is consensual!!
alhaitham x reader
ā¤ synopsis: a year older, and none the wiserā¦ doesnāt the birthday boy know not to mix his alcohol ? as alhaitham grows incessantly needy, he sneaks you away for a quickie behind the tavern
ā¤Ā cw:Ā fem!reader, established relationship, drunk sex (more of a buzz + consensual), unprotected + rough sex, fingering, creampie, exhibitionism (against the wall outside the tavern), very sweet āĀ mdniĀ ||Ā ź° 2.6k wc ź±
ā¤ notes: happy birthday to the loml ! ā” changed a few bits here and there, but overall a repost from my previous blog although it surprisingly fits the description of his 2026 birthday art lol !!!
10 minutes before the clock strikes twelve, Alhaitham takes note as you slip away from his side with a quick kiss to his cheek, promising to return in haste. 2 minutes before the clock strikes twelve, you return with a round of shots for the tableāSnezhnayan firewater, of course.
āAnd an extra for the birthday boy,ā you tease, sliding the remaining glass towards your ashen-haired boyfriend.Ā
And thus, at midnight of his birthday, Alhaitham takes two shots of firewaterāand in the 10 minutes it takes for the liquor to mix with the wine already in his system, he realizes that his wisdom has yet to catch up with his age. Because despite turning a year older, he feels none the wiser when you sidle up to him so nonchalantly, as if every brush of your bare skin on his, isnāt crackling with electricity that makes his hairs stand on end. As if he doesnāt wish to drag his tongue and teeth down the curvature of your neck and shoulders. As if you were not the direct cause of the lecherous, alcohol-induced thoughts forming in his head or the tightness quickly growing in his pants.Ā
Beneath the table, he reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers in his. You smile into the rim of your drink; Alhaitham has always been clingier in private, and even more so with a drink or three in him. Leaning over, you rest your head on his broad shoulder, turning just a smidgen to press a kiss into the mottled flush of his skin, but it only makes the throbbing worse.Ā
Maybeānoāit was definitely due to the influence of that firewater, but itās a thrum like no other. He cannot think, he cannot will it away, he cannot ignore it. Frustrated, he squeezes your hand, just a semblance of a warning before guiding you to his crotch, showing you just what youāve done. I need you, his actions say, coughing to stifle the grunt that escapes when you inadvertently palm him through his pants.Ā
You blink, eyes wide in revelation as you purse your lips to hide the little smile fighting to break free. Oh.Ā
Warmth too, stirs at your core, and you swear it must be infectious by mere proximity alone, yet you suppress the restless urge to shift in your seat, the tips of your shoes scraping along the tavern floor as you uncross your legs, before crossing them together again. Your friends will surely forgive the sudden departureāespecially if it's in the best interest of tonight's guest of honorāthough it's suffice to say that any excuse would, unfortunately, still be painstakingly obvious.
Still, you simply cannot ignore the dire situation before you, turning instead to face your lover, with a look of faux concern glinting playfully in your eyes.
āHaitham,ā you quip, the back of your hand pressed gently against the high of his cheek. āYou look a bit feverish. Why don't we go out for some air...ā
Though really, itās he whoās dragging you out the back door of the tavern, where youāre immediately herded until your back is pressed flat against the wall, and your loverās lips find their place firmly against your own, the lingering notes of wine still apparent on his tongue as you follow his lead. Heās bolder than usual, uncaring of who might turn the corner, and hungrier in his kisses, biting, tugging at your lip for an audience with your tongue, entitled in the way he steals the breath from right out of your lungs, as if it were his air to breathe in the first place. Perhaps itās the alcohol, treating his veins like marionette strings, but youāve lit a fever in his belly and heās resolute to soothe the heat fogging in his head.Ā
Youāre no better as your nails graze down his chest, one hand scrambling to undo his pants, while the other slips beneath the opening, working along the hard length of his cock, pumping his shaft, and glossing over the leaking tip until he bucks into your fist, groaning, because a handjob just isnāt enough.Ā
The grip on your waist tightensāpulling you in, ever closer until your hips are aligned, and you can feel how his standing erection rubs against your belly, wordlessly asking for something more. One of his hands roams further down: smoothing over every curve your body offers, but only settling upon the underside of your thigh, slowly oscillating up and down over your tender flesh. Itās not long before you feel his touch slide higher, up past the edges of your skirt, fingers hooked between the waistband of your panties.
Elegant, romanticā¦ Alhaitham knows youāre well versed in his preference of lingerie, knows that he could quite confidently, recognize each pair by touch aloneā¦ and so he notices when something feels differentāthe pattern alien to the very fingertips that have traced and memorized the details of every piece you own. And though the alcohol has burned through the last remnants of his inhibitions, the pleasant buzz in his veins surges anew, and the lace material shifts as he feeds into his earthly desiresātugging the flimsy cloth down just an inch, then pausing as if to ask permission before tearing the little thing apart.
āAre these new?ā
You whine at the halt in his movements, wriggling and grinding your hips so that maybe heād get the hint to touch you again. āWas supposed to be a surprise,ā you breathe.
And though he has yet to lay eyes on your salaciously thoughtful gesture, Alhaitham hums low in his throat, delighted. āThen I canāt wait to unwrap you later,ā he whispers into your ear, trailing wet kisses down the sides of your neck, and leaving you to shiver in his wake.Ā
Alhaitham is not a frugal man by any means, but heād never let a gift like that go to wasteā¦ so heāll try to be careful, he tells himself, for he dares not make it a promise. Between the alcohol swirling in his head, and your familiarly pavlovian scent, there lies a nebulous cloud of lust and want, blowing air directly into the heart of the fire, urgently demanding him to quell the almost painful erection that threatens his good sense.Ā
Still though, he triesāwilling himself to untangle his fingers from the gossamer threads, opting to migrate just a bit further south, comfortably cupping his large hand around your dripping cunt, thumb rubbing firm circles onto your clit, from across the lace. Hips jerking, your arms tighten around his neck, fingers lacing a crown in his head as you hug him close, crushing your lips back against his in the hopes itād muffle the whimpers begot from the sudden spike in stimulation.Ā
At your wordless insistence, two deft fingers swiftly push your panties to the side, running back and forth, feeling the wetness between your folds, as more kisses line across the edge of your jaw, down the column of your throat, and in the spot at the juncture of your neck, where he knows youāre most sensitive.Ā
āI want you,ā he mutters, jagged breaths painting an irregular warmth onto your skin, like droplets of cold fire that melt into your flesh, teasing arousal to twist and churn in your belly until it breaks through the barrier, leaking out of your cunt and coating his fingers in your slick.
āYou have me,ā you promise.Ā
Without warning, his digits slip through the threshold, immediately beginning his campaign within. You buck at the sudden, but welcome intrusionātipping your head back against the wall, fists clenched and eyes squeezed shut, as a quiet, stuttered gasp sounds from your lips.Ā
Alhaitham fucks you harsh and fastāsloppy, though thatās not to say it isnāt without his usual precision. The way the pads of his fingers rub upon all your hidden ridges, and how his knuckles angle to brush against all the right spotsāevery twist and curl is deliberate, every movement a tribute in working you wet and open, until youāre lightheaded, and rocking into his slender digits, desperately in need of something more.Ā
Adjusting his position, he digs the heel of his palm against your clit, mercilessly bullying the nub until the rough sensation draws a low moan as you clench around him. Liquid fire continues to run its course, and then again and again through your veins, and youāre unable to fathom how your legs could still possibly be standing. By your trembling alone, youāre sure youāve already melted to putty in his hands.Ā
āH-haithamāpleaseā¦ā You all but moan as he crooks his fingers again, once more prodding where you need him most, before drawing out, ignoring the way your cunt clenches and sobs, begging him not to go.
But he too, is eager to remedy the loss, and youāre quick to feel it by way of the thick tipāfar wider than a mere couple fingersālined against your entrance. Guided by the hand still on your thigh, you wrap a leg around his waist, locking him in close, as he breaches beyond your sticky folds, plunging his cockhead home into your silken insides.
Alhaitham swallows your moans for you, slotting his mouth onto yours, deepening his kiss just as he deepens his cock, easily slipping to the hilt in spite of the stretch. He starts moving immediately, long thrusts, powerful and relentless as he slams in and out of your hole, desperate and haphazard and messy. Thereās little time to waste in this indeterminate window of privacy, but he cannot help but savor the way your cunt rejoices with every drag of his cock, grasping onto every inch, every vein. Youāre so tight when you squeeze around him like that, trying to milk him for all heās worth, and at this point, heās quite sure that no amount of alcohol could intoxicate him the way you do.Ā
His tongue in your mouth, his cock in your cuntāall your senses seem to be overridden by Alhaitham. The subtle spice of harra fruit in his cologne, the sweet notes of wine still lingering on his tongue. The wisps of hot breath as he pants and groans quietly beside your ear, and the bruising grip on your ass and thighs, digging into your skin, guiding your other leg to, too, wrap itself around his waist so that youād fall ever deeper onto his length.Ā
Haitham! Haitham! Haitham! Your mind churns up a cacophony in your head, screaming in lieu of what your voice dares not utter so close within the vicinity of the public eye. But holding it all in does nothing, except heighten your sensitivity, both that of tangible and intangible nature.Ā
You feel as if youāre about to burst at the seams, because how lucky you are that even in his inebriation, your lover still fucks you so well, like a beast in rutācareless, merciless, but youāre so, so full. Your lashes flutter with tears, opening the gates for a litany of soft mewls and whimpers to escape out of the depths of your throat, unwilling to be silenced.
āAny louder and someone might notice,ā he whispers, nipping at the skin beneath your ear as he teases you with a playful chide. āItās a packed house tonight.ā
Immediately, you slap a hand over your mouth, hoping itād be enough to muffle your moans because thereās no way you can suppress anything any longerānot when Alhaitham can feel your walls convulse at the threat of discovery, and especially not as he further feeds into the not-so-distant fantasy.Ā
āUnless thatās what you want,ā he rasps, shifting you on his hips. āFor someone to stumble out of the tavern, and find you in this state...ā His voice drops further, the closer he leans beside your ear. āFucked out. Exposed. Couldn't even wait to get home...ā
With each word, he makes sure to follow with a soul rattling thrust, letting gravity do its work as he prods even deeper, sinking you further into a delirious haze. Perhaps in a different state of mind, you'd focus on the fact that it was he who initiated, but you only shake your head 'no' as you bury your face in the juncture of his neckāsobs racking through your body, and more slick gushing from your hole. Your hand, previously clamped over your mouth, now joins the other as it digs into the flesh of his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
āOnly want you to,ā you hiccup, pausing to break, singing gasps as his languid strokes hit a particularly delicate spot. āOnly wanā y-you to see me like this.āĀ
And the wires in his head short-circuit in the drunken pool of his thoughts, clearly pleased at the fact that you share his sentiments. Because he should be the only one to ever lay eyes on this lascivious sight. Cheeks flushed, imprints dappled about your skin, cunt split open, stuffed full of his cock, from the fat tip all the way down to its even girthier baseā¦ He could care less who happens upon the grand scribe engaging in such perversions; the worst case scenario is but public discourse. You however, wellā¦he isnāt one keen to share in his gifts.
āThen cum for me,ā he coos, and he shifts his hand between your bodies, searching for, and stroking your clit as he finds itāuntil youāre writhing in his arms, between he and the wall, thighs quivering around his waist as you cum and clench and release around his cock.Ā
Your chest heaves, hugging your lover close, chin digging into the dimple that sits on the back of his shoulder. His thrusts grow uneven, stuttering as he too, fractures into his own high. Ribbons of his cum run hot as he fills your insides, cock pulsing with each spurt that paints your walls with his seed. The two of you stay like this for a minute, hearts syncing between the breathless wake, panting in the warm afterglow of two bodies strained, breaths mingling into something sweet.Ā
āWe shouldāā He starts, breathless.
āBefore someone sees us,ā you interrupt, nodding at what you can only assume would be the most logical end to this tryst.Ā
But Alhaitham only lets out an airy chuckle, pressing a chaste kiss to the crest of your cheekbone, before resting his forehead against yours. āI was going to say we should stay like this a little longer.āĀ
āMy, oh myāolder, wiser, and more romantic?ā you tease, yelping as the hand still gripping your ass pinches at the soft flesh.Ā
āWhat can I say? It is one of my best qualities,ā he smirks, and you canāt help but melt, giggling as you kiss at the crooked corner of his lips. His hold loosens as he begins to untangle your limbs, snapping those new lace panties back into place, and setting you down gently, though never fully letting go until heās sure you can stand, albeit on wobbling fawn legs.Ā
It takes little time for him to redo the buckle of his pants, and even less for him to notice the nefariously lecherous state heās left you in: your hairās a mess, clothes wrinkled, lipstick smeared upon kiss-swollen lips. And who could ignore the drying stains of your cum and slick staining your thighs, or the white trails of his cum leaking out from your folds, slowly making its way down the insides of your legs.
āYou should head back in first. Iā¦need to clean up a bit, clearly,ā you mumble, but Alhaitham only scoffs. As if heād ever allow anyone in that tavern to see you in such a state. His fingers reach for the sharp end of your chin, tilting your face up towards him, and drawing your doe-eyed gaze back into his orbit. If he remembers your words correctlyā¦
āI want to be the only one to see you like this,ā he murmurs. āSo letās go home. And if I recall, you still owe me a surprise, no?ā
notes2: this was originally written in 1 day so it is not the bestā¦ I edited a couple areas and am super rusty so it is still not the best but hopefully it is not too bad lol !!! as always, thank you for reading, and reblogs + feedback are greatly appreciated ! ā”
ā¤ synopsis: neuvillette has always been the gentlest of loversāand so tonight you ask him not to hold back
ā¤Ā cw:Ā fem!reader, unprotected + rough sex, size kink, praise, overstimulation, breeding + creampie, marking, monsterfucking (dragon cock), cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, dumbification, mentions of mates, lil bit of dom!neuvi (??) but he is still sweet āĀ mdniĀ ||Ā ź° 8.4k wc ź±
ā¤ notes:Ā leviathan fic for leviathan neuv (and I don't mean his constellation) repost from my old blog
āWell? What do you think?ā You come home, twirling before him in a gown, different than the one you had left in. The short hem at the front lifts mischievously, teasing just a peek of what lies underneath, while the longer, flouncing layers of skirts behind you, wrap flirtatiously around your legs. Neuvillette feels his throat run dry.
āNavia and Clorinde thought it was high time I changed my look, and you know I canāt ever say no to Chioriya Boutique.āĀ
While heās spent the better part of the night reviewing court documents in the parlor, you have been out with Navia and Clorinde, who he thinks have perhaps plotted to kill him. āGirlsā night,ā you had called it.
Draped in a vivid palette of the finest fabrics, decorated interchangeably with delicate metalwork and dainty ribbons, the blush on his pale skin is ever-present as he rakes his eyes up and down your body. The dark, patterned stockings, squeezing your thighs just enough, so that supple flesh spills obscenely over the top, the tight, whale-boned embrace of your corset, accentuating the curves of your waist, and pushing upwards the swell of your breastsā¦
A coy smile graces your features when you catch how his throat bobs in his silence. Giggling, you lean down, tracing the tip of your finger up the contours of his neck, skimming the gentle curve beneath his chin until youāve tilted his gaze to yours. āHydro dragon, hydro dragon, got nothing to say?ā
How can he even think, much less find the right words to say, when the familiar scent of your perfume fills his head with indecent, lascivious thoughts? Everything about you is intoxicating, almost insidiously attractive, so would it suffice to say that heād much rather see your pretty, new dress abandoned somewhere on the floor?Ā
That first pulse of arousal translates into the first twitch of his cock, and oh how he wishes to kiss away your teasing little grin, but his lust-driven eyes are drawn to the miniscule movements of your bodice sleeve, predatory as he watches how it begins to shift, ever so slowly, off your shoulders.Ā
āIf you donāt like it, then perhapsā¦ā You loosely roll your shoulder, letting the sleeve slide right off. āā¦youād like to help me undress?ā
That, he will gladly do. His hands fly to your waist, dragging you down into a straddle over his hips.Ā
āTemptress,ā he murmurs into the skin of your neck, distracting you with a featherlight kiss as his nimble fingers waste no time in undoing the delicate clasps of your bodice, leaving the heavy outer garment to tumble off your shoulders, abandoned in a pile at your waist.Ā
Cool air licks at the now exposed skin, though itās nothing compared to the warmth of his lips as he slots his mouth against yours, gently coaxing you open with a subtle swipe of his tongue. Your eyes flutter shut in honeyed complacence, allowing Neuvillette to kiss you slow and sweet; impassioned, ardent, each kiss an oath of love and longing and lust.Ā
Desire blooms like romaritime flowers upon water, and you just know the tension underneath his placid exterior, is ready to burst. Itās prevalent in the way his muscles grow taut, tense beneath your every touch, fighting to hold himself back as your legs squeeze around his hips. Demonstrated, again, by how he pulls apart your corset, impatient and haphazard as he unlaces each cross, before tossing it to the ground, forgotten. And of course, only you can attest to the searing sensations of his escalating kissesāgentle wisps, once faint and docile, now wanton and heated with depravity.Ā
You can already feel it in your chest, in your bones, in the wetness thatās begun to form between your legs; maybe itās the anticipation, but despite the layers of clothing youāve already shed, you find it even harder now to breathe, especially as he holds you so close, body pressed against yours, while he traces the bare curve of your neck with his lips.Ā
For one with such a carefully crafted visage of elegance and poise, Neuvillette becomes sloppier as his restraint fades and lust seeps through the cracks. Something about you drives him wild, draws out the more carnal side of him that he so desperately seeks to hide away from you, who he could never even dream of hurting.Ā
But perhaps heās spent too much time amongst humans. Or perhaps he understands their nature more than he had initially believed, for he makes the most human mistake of all in letting his control slipāenough that his fangs graze upon your sensitive skin, sending a shiver that reaches all the way down to your core, eliciting a moan so mellifluous, he cannot help but utter a sigh of strained content as the undeniably sweet sound reaches his ears.
āIf we donāt stop now, Iām afraid I wonāt be able to hold back,ā he mutters, tongue laving over the spot in apology. It doesnāt help that you voluntarily crane your neck, offering him even more access in your heated bliss. His fingers dig into your waist in a silent plea to still your rolling hips.Ā
āSo donāt,ā you breathe. āDonāt hold back tonight.ā Desperate to have him closer, you arch into him, the loose material of his shirt firmly clasped in your hands, deepening the kiss with a quick tug, a silent request for him to let go, but he immediately halts his movements, pulling away in hesitance.Ā
Oh Neuvillette. Your sweet Neuvillette, who in spite of his stern exterior, is the gentlest of loversāalways so tender with you and steadfast in placing your pleasure before his. You know of his draconic origins, know that he holds back in fear of hurting you, but for all the times heās pleased you to the fullest extent, you only wish to do the same for him.
Your hand reaches to cup his face and he leans into your familiar touch, steely eyes soft. āItās okay, I trust you.ā
Itās already difficult denying you anything on a normal basis, so how can he, now that you sit, straddled over him, determination colored in your bright eyes, and with nothing but flimsy cloth left between the two of you. His eyes linger at your chest, the scooping neckline of your lace slip doing nothing to hide the smooth crests of your collarbones, begging to be marked.Ā
Neuvillette sucks in a breath, and attempts to swallow his doubts, before exhaling. He can no longer ignore the tightness in his groin, and to you, itās clear that the obvious erection poking from beneath his trousers, speaks much louder than the uncertainty storming in his eyes. Perhaps he just needs one more pushā¦
Your fingers come to curve around the sharp lines of his jaw, unwavering as you tilt his head up into your gaze. āDonāt worry about me, I can take it.ā
His heart threatens to leap out of his chest in a flash of excitement, gratitude, desire; itās far from the first time youāve lain together, but to choose to bear such vulnerability before him, to surrender yourself to a full-fledged dragonā¦ He glides his hands over the round slopes of your shoulders, easily sliding off the straps of your slip as he goes. The silk garment collapses down your torso, piling atop your forgotten dress.Ā
āIf that is truly what you wishā¦ā He presses an openmouthed kiss to the bare skin between your breasts, and the warmth of his breath runs a chill even colder than the night air. His whispers hide a growl, and despite the blush apparent at the tips of his pointed ears, his hold on your waist tightens. One hand slides down to grasp at your rear, and you can feel him smile against your lips, the rattle of a faint chuckle rippling in his throat before your breath hitches as he picks you up in his arms, and carries you off to the bedroom.Ā
He sets you by your shared bed, tearing off his now wrinkled shirt, while you wriggle out of whateverās left of your dress, until both sets of clothing are discarded somewhere on the floor, and youāre finally left in only your panties and your stockings.
Immediately, his hands find your waist, roaming up and down over your curves as he smothers you in hungry kisses, herding you along until the backs of your knees hit the edge of your shared bed. This Neuvillette nips at your bottom lip, not asking for, but demanding entrance into your mouth, and you have no choice but to let him in, what with the way he makes you whine as he sneaks his hands down to knead the globe of your ass, before lowering you onto the bed.Ā
The tingling sensations bloom in your stomach, buzzing with excitement while you ready yourself to surrender completelyāpliant to his will, whatever it may be. Arousal swallows you like the sea and he has yet to even really touch you. Impatient, your hand wanders, though not far down enough before youāre caught in his grasp.Ā
āPatienceā¦ā he mutters, pinning your wrist beside your head, broad shoulders caging you in between him and the sheets. His other hand follows the natural lines of your body, tracing along the edges until he stops to fondle one of your breasts.Ā
Itās impossible to relax your speeding heart at this side of Neuvillette: less reserved in his touches, more candid in his wants. The untreated heat in your body makes sure to touch on every part of you, running like water through your veins, until youāre sure your dripping cunt is pulsing with a heart of its own. Unable to stand the ache any longer, you wriggle beneath himārolling your hips and squirming until your knee unwittingly brushes against his crotch, eliciting a choked grunt from him, only slightly muffled by the fact that his teeth have dug their way into your exposed flesh.Ā
He immediately pulls away at the sound of your surprised yelp, eyes darting to and fro across your features in frantic search for even the smallest semblance of discomfort, completely missing the way your entire body had seemed to arch into his touch. His eyes finally settle at the light indentations now displayed upon your once unblemished skin.
āForgive me,ā he begins, āI should have been more careful.ā Neuvillette is ever the gentleman, but his voice is clearly strained in a poor attempt at fighting back his instinctsāinstincts that demand a dragon to mark what is his.Ā
āThereās nothing to forgive.ā A soft smile graces your lips as your hand reaches to cradle his face, curling around his jaw in hushed reassurance. Itās so easy to read the thoughts that plague him so. āIt felt good, I promise.ā
True to your word, his heightened senses easily pick up on the scent of pure arousal that drifts from between your legs, swirling in the air, and lulling him into a state heās kept buried for so long, heās unsure of whether heād be able to hold himself back even if he wanted to. He admires your bravery for daring to poke at the slumbering beast; bravery he knows stems from a place of passion, but how can he release such inhibitions upon a mere human? So physicallyā¦ fragile.Ā
āI meant what I said: I can take it. And I know you wonāt hurt me soā¦ā Your fingers clasp around his shoulders, pulling your lover down just far enough to whisper, low and sultry, in his pointed ear.
āDonāt you dare look down on me, oā hydro dragon sovereign..āĀ
You lurch forward, manicured nails drawing light lines down his bare back, and he meets you halfway in a long, drawn out kiss. A quiet growl rumbles from deep within his throat, clearly aroused by the way you had drawled out his full title. He nips at your bottom lip, dragging out a single, short gasp before leaving to trail wet kisses down the column of your throat, never stopping until his lips hover over the very spot where he had previously made his mark.Ā
He doesnāt even have to touch you, just his presence, tangled with your own anticipatory excitement, invites a shudder so deep, you can feel it in your bones. The sharp edge of his fangs scrape along that still-sensitive patch of skin, lightly, as if testing the waters, though this time, he makes sure to take note of the quiver in your pretty little mewls.Ā
Slowly, he bites down again and a moan slips past your lips, forced out from the very depths of your chest as your fingers fly to tangle in his moonridden tresses. His hot breath seeps past the barrier of your skin, leaving every nerve privy to his effect, and combined with the building pressure, youāre left open for the stream of soft whimpers that leave the perfect āoā of your parted lips. As he sinks his teeth deeper, you squeeze your eyes shut in the midst of all the pleasure.
āDo it again,ā you gasp, āfelt goodā¦ ā
And oh, he has absolutely every intention to, what with the way youāre putty underneath him. However, he must do something about how distracting your hands are when you tug at his hair: hard enough for him to groan with an ache so wanton, it sends tremors echoing down until his trousers feel far, far too tight.Ā
Neuvillette is neither here nor there when he alternates between kissing and sucking and biting at your tender fleshāanywhere is fair game when youāve relinquished yourself to him like this. With how attentive his lips are along your body, you hardly even care for the absence of his hand when he reaches around to untie the ribbon in his hairā¦ at least not until itās too late and you're left bemused by the uncharacteristic display of boldness; after all, itās all you can do when your wrists are suddenly so tightly bound overhead.
You whine as he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, suckling and swirling his tongue, while he ravishes the other between his fingers. Heat surges through you and the aching desperation congregating in your belly begins to boil; youāve never felt so sensitive, never been more pervasive to his touch.
Inside. You need him inside of you. But with your hands currently incapacitated, youāve no other choice except to buck into him, beckoning him with your hips in the hopes of redirecting his attention to where you throb.Ā
āInside. Please. I need you. Need you inside.āĀ
He hums in acknowledgement of your wishes, tugging at the hardened bud with his teeth, successfully wringing another shaky cry from your throat, before he finally pulls at the delicate lace of your panties, and guides them down the length of your legs. You easily kick them off, but in his observation, his piercing gaze catches every thrum of your muscles as they tense underneath the hand that finally trails between your thighs. He drags his lithe fingers between your folds, coating them in your slick, while his thumb rubs your clit in slow, but firm, circles.Ā
āMy apologies for the wait.ā Neuvillette kisses you right above your heart, where his acute hearing easily picks up how it palpitates as he dips his fingers into your velvet walls. āAllow me to make amends, my love.ā
With the way your cunt gushes so copiously, itās easy for him to slide all the way down to the last knuckle. He flicks his wrist, pumping fast and hard, scissoring you open before slipping in a third digit, drawing out mewl after pathetic mewl, as you fail to pull yourself together. The bedsheets twist beneath your incessant movements: simultaneously squirming not only from the initial stretch, but also to feel him deeper.
The discomfort is all too familiar, but with just the curl of his fingers, it washes away into unadulterated pleasure, just as it always does. But with your arms tethered, leaving you open and powerless, everythingāevery touch, every twist, every curlāfeels tenfold.
Plus, no one would even believe you if you were to say that the chief justice had such a playful side in the bedroom; his fingers have explored your insides far too many times for him to just miss the little spot that he definitely knows by muscle memory. Whining, you buck your hips, senselessly grinding into his hand, hoping heād get the message, hoping heād quell your heat right at the source.Ā
But something dangerous and wild and primordial shines in the blue-violet glow of his eyes. For all the times youāve made love together, heās never seen you like this: so desperate, so needy for him. He pinches a nipple, hard, before locking your jolting hips down; a show of strength to remind you of your place.Ā
āPlease, more.ā Your voice rises in congruence with how you struggle against your ribbon-bound wrists. His fingers tease the spot again, this time with more force, and he watches as you keen and clench around himāhelpless and at his mercy.Ā
With a curl, his fingers crook inside your silken walls, pistoning in and out, fast and hard. Arousal continues to build, turning the low squelches into distinct suctions. Every nerve in your body is ignited, seared by the heat as he laps at the overflowing wetness that seeps out of your entrance. A satisfied purr sounds in his throat, and the vibrations dare your hips to buck in spite of the iron grip that holds you down.Ā Ā
It thrills him to see you steadily fall apart like this, coming so undone before him, dissolving under the weight of your pleasure. Itās just as you had wanted. More. So you can take it, canāt you? You can take more?Ā
Neuvillette slots your throbbing clit into his mouth, hot tongue relentlessly striking the swollen nub with viscous lashes, while his fingers continue to bully your insides with no intention of slowing down. Sucking harder, fucking fasterāyou keen at the added stimulation, back arching clean off the bed in blinding pleasure, unable to do anything more than let out jagged sobs as you cum.
Your entire body grows taut as he sees you through the end of this high, before finally drawing out with one last sleight of his hand, so that his fingertips might graze along the velvet top of your walls, bidding farewell with another shudder-inducing wave of euphoria. He exits his soiled digits, clearly pleased as he inspects the amount of slick that coats his elegant hand.Ā
āYouāre absolutely divine.ā He hums whilst licking up the side of his wrist, so as not to waste a single drop of your liquid pleasure. Itās intoxicating how exquisite you are, more decadent than even the most pristine of waters. āPerhaps youād like a taste?ā
His offer is rhetorical at best, as he answers for you, already slipping his slender fingers into your open mouth, tangling them with your tongue, until the first bits of drool begin to dribble from your lips.Ā
He unties your wrists, releasing them from the ribbonās hold; time and experience have proven that youāll need something to grasp onto. In a haste, Neuvillette discards what remains of his clothes, and his cock springs forward in all its glory: long and thick, pale tip leaking and thrumming with desire.Ā
āYouāre absolutely sureā¦ ?ā he mumbles, voice trailing off, almost embarrassed. He can no longer control the way his hips twitch in excitement, begging to bury his cock into your warmth, but for his gentle heartās sake, he needs to hear you say it again.
You laugh out a soft āyesā but just for good measure, you rake your nails down his chest, applying just enough pressure to tickle his nerves. āUse me,ā you goad. āCome on. Be wicked, my dragon.āĀ
Neuvillette exhales, chuckling softly at humanity's arrogance. Wicked dragon. If that was what you wanted... āI wonder if youād still say the same after Iāve finished with you.ā
He pins you back down in one fell move, and aligns himself to your entrance, stopping after inserting only the tip. A delicate whimper leaves your lips as you wince at that familiarly sweet stretch, but you and your little cunt are both so eager to pleaseāthe continued arousal you churn out, weeping nonstop, and already clenching around just his cockhead. You wriggle into him, trying to fuck yourself deeper on his fat cock as you adjust to his size.Ā
Reaching up, you pull him into a seemingly reassuring kiss, hands smoothing over the framing pieces of his hair, before curving around his jaw. His lips follow yours, but as you pull away and the short pieces of his hair fall back into place, you notice how his slitted reptilian pupils are dilated almost round.Ā
āYou wish for me not to hold back,ā his voice comes in a low growl as he inches further into your cunt, āso please show me how resilient you are.ā
Itās all the warning you receive before he slides the rest of his length to the hilt, burying himself in your creamy insides. A shattered sob tears through the room, and your arms fly around his neck in a desperate attempt to anchor yourself, but it only pulls him closer as he leans more of his weight into you, pressing down and reinforcing the heavy plow of his merciless hips.Ā
Taking him all at once like this burns like wildfire. Pain from the sudden, rough stretch spreads hot and fast, the small embers bursting into a blaze of arousal as pleasure breezes through just as quicklyālike air infinitely adding to an already devouring flame.Ā
āYouāre taking me so well,ā he praises, turning his head to reward a small kiss to your cheek. Your hole gushes, rushing to quell the heat, and the added lubrication helps you settle into his pace. Still, the dual sensations wash over you like the tide. It pulls you under, drowns you and consumes you with absolute ecstasy.
And just when you think youāve grown accustomed, Neuvillette lifts your hips, aiming for the spot he knows will drag out the most wonderfully broken cries from your throat. Your nails dig into his back, and he groans at the vice grip as you clamp down around his cock. With each powerful thrust, he buries himself balls deep with a force that has your tits bouncing along to his rhythm, letting the wanton sound of your sobs ring throughout the room, loud enough to almost drown out the lewd noise of skin slapping upon skin.Ā
The coil in your belly is wound so tight that youāre sure it wonāt be long until it collapses into itself. That it wonāt be long until you yourself are about to implode, like a star ready to burst.Ā
āIām goingā¦ going toā¦ā Between the ragged breaths and the overwhelming sensations of ecstasy, you canāt even find it in yourself to think straight.
Neuvillette hums, his liquid smooth voice doing nothing to hide his amusement. āYouād do well not to break so soon.ā
He thumbs your clit, drawing tight circles, ignoring the way you convulse beneath him. As your back arches, he drags the flat of his teeth from the edges of your collarbones, down through the valley between your breasts.Ā
Your entire body quivers, legs jolting by reflex to the intensity of your orgasm, vision blurring white as your lover continues to pound relentlessly through your high. Thereās a layer of fuzziness over your mind that leaves you feeling as if youāre floating atop calm waters, but the fingers still thrumming on your abused nub are quick to drag you back into the salaciously dangerous depths of your own pleasure.Ā
A string of pitched whines follow in the aftermath, but the pretty noises you make has him throbbing even from within your tight hole. You ask him not to hold back, yet here you are before him, so small and pitiful, already writhing from the intensityāand he hasnāt even cum yet.Ā
Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, your body struggling for a break from the stimulation, but Neuvillette finds it quite adorable, in the way that a predator might toy with its prey. He slows his thrusts, but reaches deeper with every roll of his hips, each languid stroke hitting the exact spot that fills your sight with stars.Ā
The lascivious sounds of your soaked cunt perfectly swallowing his cock, followed by the slap of his heavy balls on your assāheās mesmerized by the way he disappears and reappears, and disappears again inside of you. His heart skips, and he bucks, breaking his rhythm. You undo him like no other, and it spurs him on that he too, seems to have the same effect on you. The way your pussy holds on to him so tightly, the helpless cries of his name amidst your hiccuped whimperingā¦Ā
He lets out a small chuckle, breath hot and ragged in your ear as he sucks at the inch of skin below. āSurely you can give me another,ā he murmurs, the low grumble of his voice reverberating all the way down, until you can feel the vibrations in the hollows of your collarbone.Ā
Your eyes flutter, desperately blinking away the wetness that has begun to gather at your lash line. Sweet Neuvillette, your Neuvillette who reveres you more than he ought to and touches you like youāre made of glass. Even through the numbing haze, you know that for him, youād give anything.Ā
A long, stuttered moan breaks out from between your lips. As if biding his time, he drags the entirety of his cock along your walls, the large vein that wraps around the length gliding along just right, that your back arches and your knees bend. Itās not that he means to move so tortuously slow, but you squeeze him to such an extent that in spite of his aching need to cum, he cannot help but try and savor the delicious way your walls are gripping for dear life.Ā
Neuvillette pulls out with the sticky squish of your slick. His throbbing cock, long and flushed, glistens with the sheen of your juices. In the emptiness, you think that perhaps heās taken pity on you and your now overly sensitive cunt, but that just isnāt fair. Not to him, nor you and your once again looming orgasm.
āYou havenāt even cum yet,ā you gasp, trying to argue through baited breath. The whole point of this was so that he could feel just as good as he always made sure you did. So why would heā
āI know.āĀ
You can feel him as he lifts you, flipping you over like youāre nothing more than a doll, and manhandles you onto all fours. Limbs weak, mind frazzled, youāre barely able to hold yourself up, so when he realigns himself at your entrance and slams back through your folds with just as much power as before, you quite literally fall apart.Ā
āToo much?ā The low chuckle in your ear is dangerously taunting, wickedly amused and with no sign of its usual sweetness. Youāre able to muster a pitiful whine, but the way your entire body trembles tells him everything he needs to know, as he reangles you mid-thrust.
āI believe you said you could take it.ā With a particularly powerful snap of his hips, your arms buckle, and you collapse onto the mattress. The intensity continues to send you jolting forward, but his reaffirmed grip on your waist holds your hips in place.
Nothing deters him as he ruts into you, hitting deep new angles that have your fingers grasping at the sheets while your cunt grasps onto his cock. With every slap of his skin against yours, his tip threatens to kiss your cervix, the aftershocks rippling through you until theyāre released as broken sobs, muffled into the bed.Ā
How unfortunate that such noises, so very sweet to his ears, would be hidden from the world. Tangling his fingers along your scalp, Neuvillette tugs at your hair, lifting your head back so as to hear the pretty melody you sing when your cries ring around the room. Good. Just as the whole of Fontaine should recognize a dragonās mark on your skin, they too should hear itās he who pleasures your body so.
Little bits of drool trickle out of your open mouth, your eyes rolling back as he keeps up the brutal pace. Everything feels too overwhelming, yet so tantalizingly good, that your back curves and youāre creaming around him again.Ā
Electricity shoots through your veins, your lungs desperately racing to catch up with the rapid beat of your heart. The stars painted across your vision drop down to your stomach, exploding with an intensity that rattles you to your core. Itās a flood with no remorseātaking and leaving nothing in return, easily washing away any and all thoughts, until youāre left mewling the name of the only one who could ever give you such a sweet taste of heaven.Ā
But Neuvillette continues to thrust into you, and as he, too, nears his peak, his tireless strokes finally melt into something a little more forgiving. Just a little. The long drag of his cock slides so smoothly against your slick walls, gentle enough to fool your delirious mind into loosening your grip around him.Ā
What trickery from the wicked dragon who slams his hips forward with enough force so that your body jostles with every push and pull as he hits all the right spots again and again. Trapped under the weight of his body, all you can do is feel: the heat of the room smothering all your senses, the fervorous thrusts pushing you to your very limitāall you can do is feel and take it as he kisses the spongy head of your cervix, leaving you without a semblance of sanity, blabbering indiscernible nothings that beg to milk him dry.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
āWant more,ā you keen, voice as broken as the crystalline tears that roll down your cheeks and melt into the pillows. āInside. Wanā it inside.ā
Neuvillette laughs, low and airy, strained as his grip tightens, fingertips digging into your hips hard enough that itād be sure to leave bruises come the morrow. āIs that what you want?ā
āPlease, please Iāā You stop to let out something between a pant and a moan. āWant you to, h-hah, cum inside, wanā your cum inside me.ā Your walls clamp down even harder, as if attempting to trap his cock deep inside you forever, as if you werenāt already tight enough around him.Ā
White fills his vision, and white fills your womb as Neuvillette cums to the knowledge that you love this. He takes in the sight of you, his precious treasure, now reduced to the likes of a common whore: legs quivering, ass in the air, cunt filled to the brim and leaking from where the two of you merge. All for him. By his doing.Ā
Such splendor automatically evokes the instinct to claim you in a way far beyond that of human understandingā¦ but youāve already let him indulge more than enough tonight; he couldnāt possibly ask for more.Ā
You whimper when you feel him stir again inside you, careful as he brushes past your too-sensitive folds, but even such simple movements hazard to relight the flicker of arousal once again. Every ridge and vein, drawn out so agonizingly slow, sends an inadvertent shiver down your spine until he finally pulls out with a squelch.Ā Ā
Thereās no hope in tearing those sharp, reptilian eyes away from your puffy cunt, abused and messy and leaking with your combined fluids. Neuvillette sucks in a breath, trying to suppress his urges as much as heās trying to swallow down the desire quickly boiling over in his belly again. Cumming inside youāno, breeding youāwas a privilege. For dragons such as he, itās a ritual reserved only for mates, and given the difference in your physiology, he had never allowed himself to do soāat least not until now, that is.Ā
In his defense, you had begged for it, and how could he ever deny the very one whom he has entrusted his heart toāespecially when you were so beautifully fucked out and unraveled on his cock like that. And perhaps heās lived among humans long enough to forgive this indulgence as a paradigm of fleeting desire, though nothing of what he feels for you could ever be considered fleeting.Ā
He parts your folds with two slender fingers, giving himself a better view as his cum now seeps out with suent access. You whine again when you feel him drag his digits down the sides of your pussy lips, catching the overflow before it can fall onto the sheets, and stuffing it right back into your little hole. No point in stopping now, if heās already committed his sin.
From your half-lidded gaze, you manage to steal a glance at your lover, and judging from the erection that still stands stiff as a rod, he has yet to be satiated. In the attempt to break through the shadow of delirium, you lift your head, shifting your weight back onto your elbows, and forcing your battered body to turn just the slightest bit over.Ā
āYouāre still hard,ā you note through staggered breath, āWe can go again if you want.ā
Neuvillette looks down as if he hasnāt already been feeling the near painful arousal throbbing in his groin. Of course heās still hardāhow could he not be; youāre so complacent before him, offering yourself to him like that. But perhaps he is too soft-hearted, for he only lets out a reassuring hum as he leans forward to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.Ā
āYou were beyond perfect tonight,ā he murmurs. āItā¦ might not be pleasurable for you if I continue anymore. I can finish myself.āĀ
Lovestruck, you shake your head. āI can take it rāmember?ā Your large eyes, red-rimmed and dreamy, plead for him to use youāuse you to his own content, use you so that heād feel just as good as he always makes you feel. You nibble at your bottom lip, bashful. āYou can even use your other form if you'd like...āĀ
Your words catch him off guard, and he immediately stills in a half-hearted attempt to collect himself as another wave of pure, unadulterated desire pulses through his entire being. Neuvillette swallows hard before letting out a slow, shaky breath. His cock twitches and his muscles tense beneath the creamy skin that now seems to gleam with a soft shine, revealing scattered patches of effervescent cerulean scales. You affect him more than you could possibly know, revitalizing such carnal urges that ignore his will and allow his body to react so enthusiastically.
āYouāre sureā¦?ā His normally polished tone is husked in a defiant strain. Despite the way his pupils are blown wide and wild with lust, conflict still swims in the shallows of his expression, made clear by the way his voice rasps as he desperately claws to retain even a semblance of his composure.Ā
The tips of your fingers trace the blue streaks that protrude from the crown of his silver head, now hardened into twin ribbons of ivory; his horns, delicate but strong, glow a luminescent azureāso warm and inviting in its radianceā¦ You grasp them tight, pulling him down with you, as you fall back into the bed, his lips pressed against yours. Of course youāre sure. Heād never hurt you, your Neuvillette would never ever hurt you.
āDeviousā¦ā he whispers between kisses, your tongue and teeth clashing in a waltz of their own, as his body drapes over yours.Ā
Itās not the first time youāve seen him in this form, crossed somewhere between a human and a dragon, as beautiful as he is powerful. But itās certainly the first time youāve ever attempted to take him like this. Heās bigger in this formāyou can already feel it as he grinds up between your legs. Longer. Thicker. Ribbed and embossed with the same pearlescent blue scales. Beautifully intimidating, just like the dragon sovereign himself.Ā
And as you continue to marvel, he lets his cock rest across your lower stomach, sizing you up. His fervor shines through in the way heās already leaking a mess of sticky precum atop the smooth skin of your belly. A satisfied hum vibrates in his throat, clearly enthused.Ā
āThis is how deep Iāll be,ā he muses, almost apologetic of the incoming stretch youād have to endure. āIām beginning to wonder if I can even fit inside you.āĀ
Would it be wicked of him to admit, even to himself, that he enjoys the way you wriggle and cry just taking him in his human form? And yetā¦ heās forced to steady his breathing in a poor attempt at grounding himselfāa task near impossible as you roll your hips up, ardently shaking your head no, outright ignoring the last out he offers.
āI willā¦ make it fit.ā Theyāre the last words you manage to wrangle out before being overtaken by the need to be full and filled. Thereās no reason you should be so terribly, terribly hollow, when heās right there. Neuvillette chokes back a laugh; your unyielding determination sends blood rushing to his erection, desperate to feel your velvet walls crowd around him again.
Finally relenting, he teases your entranceārunning his cock up and down your slit, spreading your wetness, before slapping your clit with the tipāreminding you just how sensitive you still are. Gasping, you jerk away from the stimulation that once again taunts your nerves. Your hole, however, clenches around nothing, eager to please.Ā
But perhaps youāve greatly underestimated just how big he is, because he barely makes it past the threshold of your folds, before the pleasure pain of the stretch begins to take over. That, and the overstimulation from your previous orgasms, already have you instinctively trying to snap your legs shut, but the firm hold on your thighs forbid you from doing so.
āHa-ah N-neuviāā A twisted sense of pride swells in his chest at the way you can hardly speak as your breath hitches and your lungs desperately search for air. āās too big,ā you sob.
He gives you a momentary reprieve to adjust, while his hand snakes down to run sloppy circles over your clit.
āMore?ā he whispers.Ā
It takes you a minute to respond, but he waits until finally your voice shakes with the violence of each hiccupped sob. āMore.. pleaseā¦ā
A baritone hum sounds in his throat as he pulls forward, pressing wet kisses to your jaw in a quiet reassurance, effectively sliding a couple inches deeper, as he does so. āYou can take it, my love. Youāre so pretty like this.ā
Your arms wrap around his neck, your hold eliciting a long, low groan from the dragon. Wherever you squirm, he follows, pressing more of his weight onto you, burying more of his cock into you. Each ridged inch that slides past your folds, seems to push the thoughts right out of your head, letting them dissipate into thin air until youāre left mindlessly moaning sweet praises to his name.Ā
Desperate to accommodate the unfamiliar enormity of his dragon cock, your walls ripple and tense around him, back arching into him, wanting to feel ever closer to the love of your life, determined to push your cunt to its limit for him. For your Neuvillette.Ā
Neuvillette. Neuvillette. Neuvillete. Heās all you can think about; him and his monster cock that seems to split you so deliciously open. Itās wave after wave of heat that sets your insides ablaze, soothed by the waters of arousal that have you begging for more, and restarting the cycle until he finally bottoms out, and you feel as if youāve been electrified. You squeeze your eyes shut, but with the way his bulbous tip prods at your cervix, your mind goes blank, and the tears fall regardless.Ā
āThereā¦ā you pant, eyes glassy from the euphoria of feeling so incredibly full. āās all in.ā
āYes,ā he praises, softly. āLook at you, so nice and tight for me.āĀ
He wipes the salt from your cheeks, distracting you with a delicate kiss. His fangs are more prominent in this form; you can feel them as he grins against your lips, whilst whispering breathy nothings that tell of how good you are for him, how perfect, how he should be so lucky to have you like this, to have you as his.Ā
When your body eases enough, he pulls away, though the subtle shift of his cock still drags a pitched whine out from your lips. If heās to be honest, he cannot tear his gaze from where the two of you are joined. Itās mesmerizing, hypnotic, to see how he splits you open, to feel how you mold into the shape of him, to imagine just how much your little cunt had to stretch so that he might rest comfortably inside.
Though, comfortable might be an overstatement due to the way your muscles tense and release so tightly around him, clamoring for more of his attention.Ā Eyes darkening with lust, Neuvillette smooths a hand over your abdomen, cerulean scales cold upon your skin.
āCan you feel me rightā¦ā He draws a clawed finger delicately across the skin of your belly, where his cock rests parallel underneath. āHereā¦ā
He leaves more than just a faint line of red where his talon rakes. Yes, you want to say. You can feel the faint prickle of his claw on your skin, you can feel how the sharpness sends a shiver ringing through your body, and of course you can feel how heās sheathed his dragon cock right into the very depths of your cunt, deeper than anyoneās ever been, deeper than heās ever beenā¦ But the only sounds that spill through your lips are another stream of broken sobs, fever touched by how close you are to cumming just from being filled.
āGo on, darling. Cum for me.ā He can feel you pulsing around him, clenching and unclenching in search of sweet release, yet he makes no additional moves to help you, leaving you to your own devices.
At this point, you can no longer tell if youāre making things better or worse, as every little movement knocks you into reactionālike dominoes toppling over until every piece of you has been unraveled. You writhe atop the soiled sheets for any sort of friction, but itās too much when his tip knocks against the entrance to your womb. So you shift away, letting the ridges on his shaft graze against your syruped walls, inciting another wave of need. The scales continue to tip between ātoo muchā and āmoreā, until you finally work yourself into a delirious orgasm, on nothing but his cock inside you and your own incessant squirming.Ā
As you continue to ride out your high, Neuvillete finally begins to move, tearing himself away from your fluttering vice grip with a tremulous moan, because fuck youāre still so tight around him, still so warm and wet even after cumming for what? The fourth time tonight? Pressure lands heavy over your frame as he begins to rock into you, folding you in half as he does.Ā
He fucks you slow and even, stretching you out even more with every new stroke. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream as this new position affords him the privilege to reach impossibly deeper. Despite his shallow thrusts, each drag of his cock still blooms an ache from all the hidden spots that he has no choice but to touch, though itās quick to pass, as pleasure continues to coil in your belly.Ā
Itās so much all at once. You canāt take it, itās too much. But the soul-shattering euphoria of being so utterly full, is unparalleled. You want more, you need more.Ā Ā Ā
āMy pearl,ā he whispers, though his voice is gruff, āmy heartā¦ I want to hear you.āĀ
And so you oblige him, wailing something broken and pitched and strangled, at the sudden snap of his hips, at the way he bumps into your cervix and seems to rattle your organs about.Ā
āF-fuck,ā you cry, without thinking. Not that you can anyway, when the push-pull tide of his thrusts raises you to new heights of delirium. āH-ah god, fuck Neuāā
Another sharp, jutting thrust cuts you off as the dragon above you snarls, clearly agitated by your crass choice of words. āThere are no gods to help you here.ā Not in Fontaine where he rules, and certainly not here in his home.
Thereās a feral wildness that shines in his bright vishap eyes, and his possessive streak flaresādragons have no natural inclination to share after all. Itās clear in the way his pace changes: faster, harsher, more raggedāa ferocity befitting of an elemental dragon ruler. But titles aside, heās still your Neuvillette, and every move he makes is still laced with a tenderness, so as not to break you more than he already has.Ā
āTell me youāre mine,ā he commands, dragging his tongue up the length of your throat.
āYours. ām yours, Neuvillette.ā
In and out, in and out. His long strokes guide the ridges of his cock back and forth through your tender muscles, leaving you to mumble mindless nonsense as you convulse and keen beneath him. Whatever pain you had felt earlier has long chipped away into undeniable pleasure as you near the precipice of yet another orgasm. Eyes glazed over in all consuming ecstasy, all you know to do is to chase your lust, and so your hips grind back, rolling together like waves in a storm.Ā
Amidst the flagrant wet sounds of your rabid fucking, you cum again, lashes fluttering as your eyes roll, muscles tight as they tremble from such raptureāso lovely, so beautiful. Your siren call of pretty cries spill from your lips, intermingled with weak babbles of his name. Youāre so breathtaking like this in your post-climax haze: fucked out and cloudy-eyed, panting into the cool air as his slowed thrusts still rack up an aftershock of shudders.
Neuvillette bows his head, once again trailing wet kisses across your collarbones, before pausing to hover his lips right over the juncture of your neck and shoulder, his warm breath a familiar spot of comfort in this maddening pleasure. Perhaps itās some sort of sixth sense unique to only the most attuned of lovers, ones whose souls seem to harmonize in perfect resonance, but thereās hesitance in the way he suckles at the spot, fangs ghosting over your tender skin.
āSāokayā¦ you can do it.ā Your soft, dreamy sighs of approval are accompanied by the languid tilt of your neck, jeopardizing more of your delicate skin to the dangers of his teeth. āYou can mark meā¦ wānna be your mateā¦ā
Choking back a moan, Neuvillette pistons thrice more into your cuntāpulling out until just his tip remains, and then plunging back into your gooey insides, sending you into another round of dizzying convulsions. His own orgasm follows, seeing stars as he places an amorous bite to the crook of your neck using only the flat of his teeth.Ā
With how deep heās buried, ribbons of his cum shoot right into your womb, spilling out into every cavity, and painting your interior white. Warmth blossoms from the inside out. Your heart is full, mumbling happy nothings of āmatesā in between sniffles, while a creamy ring forms around the base of his cock, thick liquid oozing from where he ends and you begin. His own chest rises and falls in jagged patterns, but his only want is to seek your lips, to drink in your mewls, and exchange sweet kisses, so that your soul and his, may meld together as they dance in the shape of your breaths intertwined.
He strokes your hair, planting easy kisses all around as he unplugs himself, letting loose the flood of cum that seeps out of your hole, but you whine at the loss, wanting nothing more than to be ever close to your newly consummated mate. Neuvillette only nuzzles into your neck, deep purrs of content reverberating from his chest as he lazily rubs his scent all over you. Meanwhile, a quick swish of his sapphire tail up the sticky underside of your thigh, teases another pulse from your cunt, and by reflex, you push out another dollop of white.Ā
A small tap tap to his shoulder distracts him from his scenting, and he looks up with a tilt to his head and a small furrow to his brow, his normally sharp eyes full of earnest concern, relaxing only once he finishes reading through the bleary, dulcet tones of adoration that glow in your half-lidded eyes. You poorly suppress your little gigglesāalthough he often disagrees, your lover really can be quite adorable.Ā
Fontaineās Iudex Neuvillette is elegant, poised, and meticulously polishedā¦ but here in the quiet night hours, in the privacy of your hearth, your Neuvillette is unruly-haired and damp-skinned from satiating the beastly desires of his still tender heart. You reach out a tired arm, first brushing back the pieces of hair that cling to his skin, then wrapping your palm around to cup his face.Ā
āWas I a good mate?ā Your hand slips down from his cheek to play with the tips of his silvery hair. āWānna be the best for you.ā
āYou already are the best for me.ā His hand, no longer clawed nor scaled, brings yours back up for a kiss to your knuckles. āThe only one for me.āĀ
He rolls off of you, sweeping you into his embrace, as he carries you off to the bathroom. Your head rests heavily against his chest, but your happy hums and quiet murmurs of āgood,ā tell him that you have not drifted off into slumber just yet.Ā Ā
āYou truly are a wonder,ā he breathes, dipping his head to place a soft kiss to your forehead. āAnd it would be my honor to have you as my mateā¦ but not tonight.ā
His instincts had urged him to do it, to permanently claim you as his, and mark you as a dragon would, but his heart vehemently disagrees. The most sacred bond known to his kind is an ultimatum in your relationship, and it is one he refuses to be the sole architect of, so perhaps the two of you can revisit this conversation again once youāre more clear-headed; his answer would remain the same anyways.
notes2: thank you for reading, reblogs + feedback are very much appreciated ā”
šWaiting for shop to reset so I decided to rank and evaluate how some genshin men (my favorites, sorry iām biased) deal with jealousy. Quick answer is: Not well, lol. May do the women next, if there is demand.
Venti: 4/10
Venti has very little reason to be jealous, in fact, he kind of enjoys when others come onto you. Finds it funny. Encourages it at times. Sure he is possessive, but that plays into it a bit. He lets it go for a little while, only to come in when the other party thinks theyāve really got a chance and squash them all at once. You will likely not be privy to his annoyance with the other person, because he plays it off so well. However, you can get him pissed off if you lean into the flirting just a bit. In that case, heāll make it very known to both you and your companion just how taken you are. Best prepare for a long night, my friend :)
Varka: 1/10
Sorry if this disappoints, guy doesnāt care. Most carefree, hands off man in the world. Someoneās flirting with you? Good! Youāre fantastic! Really, why wouldnāt he want to share your wonderful smile with the world. Besides, everyone knows youāre the grandmasters partner. Think of it like him showing off, he doesnāt mind it at all so long as you come home with him. Though, sometimes, youāll hear him admit that it bothers him just a bit. He knows your loyalties, but itās hard when he has to share your attention sometimes. Just kiss him, his tail will start wagging and heāll forget why he was upset in the first place.
Lohen: 5/10
Heās a bit of an odd case. On one hand, he has no doubt in his mind that you could do any better than him (egotistical freak). On the other, whatās up with all the testing his boundaries, donāt these people know who youāre with? Kinda stupid if you ask him. I doubt he gets all that jealous often, just annoyed that people are taking up your time when they donāt need to be. Itās not hard for him to scare them off, of course, so heād never have any reason to do much about itā¦ but stillā¦ youāre not on the market. Does he need to tattoo it on your forehead? Maybe a ring would work insteadā¦
Tartaglia/Childe: 7/10
Chalk it up to his lack of emotional maturity, he gets jealous pretty easy, and he makes it well known to you and your little friend. Walks up behind you and makes it very obvious you are an item. A duo. Two peas in a pod. You get it buddy? Go away?? Still, heāsā¦ nice enough about it. Thereās a level of decorum he hasā¦ a level. Itās best to just pull him away quickly, or else heāll get a little mean, and we donāt need this dog (fox?) barking do we?
Zhongli: 4/10
It may surprise you to see him be anything over a 2, but I believe old manās still got it. Of course, heās fairly chill, and heās not the type to worry about anything like that too much. But, he does know what a prize you are. You caught the eye of the lord of geo, that little mark on your wrist proves it, youāre special. Others most certainly will agree, so he has to be wary. When he does have to āconfrontā an issueā¦ he does so, so smoothly, you and the other party hardly realize heās moved the conversation to another topic. Gramps still got that smoothness.
Kazuha: 2/10
Are we surprised guys. Kazuha wouldnāt bat an eye to any stranger youāre talking to, only gets concerned if they seem aggressive. Heās a gentle soul, and he knows what your relationship is. You can hold your own, and youāll say no if you need to. Youāre not an object to covet, youāre a person. His person. So no need to worry about anything like that. Stillā¦ heās a little more willing to step in than Varka if he feels someone is being too pushy. Checks on you subtly, and watches the interaction with a careful eye. Just in case.
Tighnari: 7/10
You absolutely have to hear me out on him Iām begging. Heās a fairly laid back person, I donāt think he gets jealous often and he doesnāt mind strangers being a little friendly with you or you back to them. However, why I put him so high, is when he does get jealous? Heās insufferable. Blame it on genetics or whatever, but when he gets that itch in the back of his skull, he has to scratch it. Very much a āIām part of this conversation now and Iām going to remind you about ten times that this is my partner and theyāre not interested oh did i tell you this i my partner yet?ā kind of guy. Also a little more touchy than usual. Itās embarrassing as hell, but itās just how he is. You smile and laugh it off, so it canāt be so bad in the end.
Cyno: 4/10
*Points behind me* This guy, amirite? Cyno is less jealous more naturally protective. He always eyes new people around you with caution until heās sure theyāre not a threat to your wellbeing. That being said, the flirting tends to just be dismissed as harmless in his eyes. So what if theyāre interested, so was he. He made the move, they didnāt. ā¦They better not. Heāll keep an eye on them just a little longer, to make sureā¦ Yeah, you might have to get this guy to chill a little. Heās (mostly) harmless, but that endless glare freaks everyone around you out.
Kaveh: 10000000000/10
Hates sharing your attention so much, oh my god heās pathetic. He doesnāt really have much to call his own, but you are his partner, therefore he gets to be a little jealous about the people who approach you. Heās not subtle, though he thinks he is. Sliding up against you, cuddling you into his side with a huffy little glare. Itās so funny, like an angry little rabbit. Donāt tease him, though, he wonāt like that. (Alhaitham points it out every time he does it, and every single time it starts a āfightā)
Wriothesley: 6/10
Heās not outward with it, but he gets jealous pretty easily. As the person he is, he feels there are things he canāt provide you with. Sun, being the main one, but among other things. So, when he sees a relatively normal guy with a normal house and a normal job in the regular old cityā¦ he gets a little nervous. Of course, youād never do that to him. Butā¦ wellā¦ he wouldnāt blame you for wanting a normal life. Just kind of watches the interacting with a patient stare, smiles at you when youāre done. He wonāt mention it unless you notice, but heās honest too. Figures itās better you know than not. Give him a hug, wonāt youā¦?
Neuvillette: 9/10
Doesnāt clock that heās jealous, that bothers him more. Unnamed emotion he doesnāt understand haunting him like a goddamn ghost. He just knows he doesnāt like when the secretary touches your shoulder, or when the cafe owner speaks to you in such a soft affectionate voice. Never asserts himself either, just stands by and watchesā¦ wondering why heās soā¦ irritated by the sight. When he finally asks Wriothesley, it bothers him even more to know he is jealous. Jealous of what? You are already his. But, unfortunately, emotion doesnāt like his logic, so he stews in his jealousy quietly until your attention is back on him.
Ifa: 5/10
True Neutral. Does get jealous, doesnāt like to act on it. Heās got a good head on his shoulders, heās not gonna cause a scene over a little friendliness. Again, heās the type to sit on the side and watch with a passive expression. Waits for you to come back to him, then heāll tell you he didnāt really like that person. If they keep you too long, heāll make himself part of the conversation, but wonāt do much else unless theyāre touchy or pushy. Pretty relaxed and mature about it, all things considered.
Kinich: 1/10
I donāt think he thinks about it. I mean like, really. I donāt think he cares enough about the other person to really consider them a āthreatā of any kind. He might recognize āHey thatās a weird thing to say,ā but if it doesnāt bother you it doesnāt bother him. Usually him just being there is enough to scare the other person off. His stare is intense when paired with his silence. Still, if theyāre being too pushy, heāll just bluntly ask what exactly theyāre doing and why. Pretty effective for scaring the rest off.
Flins: 3/10
I think he would find ājealousyā a funny feeling, if he felt it much at all. Very much the type to stand to the side in bemusement of the offender. His eyes crinkle in this creepy way as he does, simply observing with delight as you give them nothing to work with. Of course, as anyone does, he doesnāt like seeing others flirt with youā¦ but you can handle your own. And if you canāt? Donāt worry, Flins is more than able to spook any strangers from your side. All as long as you turn your pretty, praise filled smile his way.
Dottore: 9/10
Feels the jealousy, doesnāt like to acknowledge it. As I said before, I donāt believe he gets jealous all that often, because he genuinely believes he is the most superior partner for youā¦ But when he does, heās quite nasty about it. Heās never above underhanded tactics to get your other suitor away from you. Heāll play the long game, just to see how much hope he can give them before itās squashed without a second thought. Very much will limit your āfreedomsā (aka, get in your way when you have plans by distracting or other methods) just enough to feel you and the other party separate. Heās not much for sharing outside of himself and a special someone else.
yup, it was a bad idea, you knew it but the idea seemed hilarious! you never really call him anything other than his name or love, honey or sweetheart. but bro? or even dude? yeah no, never.
he seemed genuinely offended, he was casually eating and savouring every bite of his favourite meal that you cooked and instead of intimately asking him "how's the food honey?" you go for "pass me the salt bro" ? criminal offense you should be jailed.
and he is so damn dramatic that he too refused to call you anything but bro. at first you passed it off as like him getting back at you but it's been 2 WEEKS FOR GOD'S SAKE! if pettiness was a human then it would be them, literally.
"okay fine! I'm sorry I shouldn't have called you bro even though it sounded silly!"
you cling to his arm, out of frustration, and touch-starved as creases between your brows and a frown adorns your face. you nuzzle your face and rub it on his biceps in an attempt to break down that wall. "please baby please?" you make puppy eyes at him. this one's gotta work...
he hesitates for a moment before sighing and dipping his head to place a soft kiss on your lips. "anything but bro dear... please... I would want nothing but endearments and my name falling from your lips" and another kiss.
This is kind of a long one, so strap in. If you want a second part lmk ;)
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As an akademiya student it was your duty to uphold the facts and truths of the world. You often spent much time researching various topics, not sticking to one for too long.
Unfortunately this came at a cost, it was hard for you to write papers on a single topic since it took so much time and close to the end of one paper you were already researching another topic.
But one topic never ceased to pique your interest, and that was theater, specifically the dancing arts.
You remember a long time ago, when Nilou had been practicing with you and a select few of her friends as a way for you and her friends to judge if she was ready to give a real performance to the world.
After seeing her dance, you even took lessons from her in secret. You would always practice at home and never told another soul about your true love for the art.
Unfortunately for you though, your secret wouldn't be kept forever.
One day at the akademiya you were in a secluded office that was opened to any researcher but it was barely used because the topics were either well researched or were only useful for minor research.
You set your books down on a table, the only light sources coming from a pane that wasn't see through on the door, and lamps lit up dimly within the room.
You had finally found the book you were looking for. It was a reasercher who had long ago traveled across Teyvat to learn about the unique kinds of dancing to each nation.
You were first sitting down at a table as you read the book, very captured by its contents. But soon you found sketches that showed how some of the dances were preformed and you sat up a little straighter.
You turned around to see if anyone was in the room that maybe you hadn't noticed earlier. But because no one was in the room, and the door was shut, you stood up from your seat and began practicing the sketches displayed in the book. As you became more familiar with a dance from Fontaine, you began to hum as you followed through with the steps, even closing your eyes for apart of the routine.
And then suddenly you hit a wall. Or what felt like a wall until you were caught as you were falling over. You shot open your eyes as you were pressed against the chest of someone broad.
You looked up as a terrible blush crossed your face. "S-Scribe! I-I'm so sorry! I can explain!" You said as you looked up at him, and he looked down at you.
You genuinely hadn't expected the akademiya's notorious scribe, Alhaitham to walk in without warning. What was even in here for him to need at this time of day?
Unbeknownst to you, Alhaitham had actually been looking for you.
Truth be told, Alhaitham was quite infatuated with you, or moreso obsessed. Years ago he'd seen you in one of the windows of your home as you'd been practicing dancing, and he was immediately captivated.
So much so that he began to track your movements, where you liked to visit, who you tended to avoid, and even watched when you danced.
Although he let no one know of his secret. About literally stalking you. And for you, you had limited encounters with Alhaitham, but you had honestly taken a liking to the scribe.
So when Alhaitham was running late to make sure you'd make it to the akademiya, and then ended up not finding you, he became frantic. He was so sure that you would be at the akademiya. He'd even seen you head that way from a distance before he'd gotten caught up with something.
But when he heard familiar soft humming coming from a room he was about to check he was instantly relieved. So relieved he entered the room without thinking and bumped right into you while you'd been dancing.
The door behind Alhaitham slowly shut as he still held you against his chest. Relishing the warmth of you in his arms before he realized he was holding you a little too long.
"You were dancing." He bluntly said, catching you right in the act. "S-Scribe I'm sorry... I- well... I have no excuse for my actions. But please- don't report it to the sages! I'm begging you!" You said as you looked up at him.
Alhaitham looked over at the book that was open on a desk and walked over to it. You began to panic as you stood in his way, but he easily maneuvered around you. "Wait! Scribe! Please!" You said as he walked over to the book.
"A dance from Fontaine? Is this what you were doing just now?" He asks as he looks over at you, and you looked down in shame. You were trembling with fear, and Alhaitham noticed it without fail.
It lit a fire in him to see you tremble before him, knowing you were at his mercy right at this moment.
But Alhaitham moved the chair you'd previously sat on and faced it away from the desk so it was facing you.
"Show me." He said as spread his legs, his posture slightly slouched compared to his usual sitting position. So relaxed before you.
"Pardon?" You asked as you quickly looked at him.
"Show me the dance." He said. His arm slung over the back of the chair while his other hand rested on his thigh.
His tone was so commanding, you didn't know what other options you had than to listen to him.
You gulped as you got into the starting position for the dance from Fontaine. "Just like before. Close your eyes and pretend I'm not here." He said to you. You then closed your eyes as he'd requested and began to dance.
"Like I'm not here. You were humming when I wasn't in here either." He reminded you and you shivered slightly.
You then began to hum as you danced around the confined space. Alhaitham watched every movement of yours carefully. Drinking in the sight of you dancing for him.
His hand on his thigh moved to his clothed bulge and he began to palm himself as he watched you.
Finally you finished and opened your eyes again as you stopped humming. You looked down at Alhaitham who had a devious smile plastered on his face.
"Now you don't want to get in trouble for dancing in a public place, do you?" He asked and you shook your head.
"Good. Now come here, on your knees." He demanded as he motioned to right in front of him.
Your eyes widened as you looked down to see the tent in his pants that you hadn't seen before. "Scribe..." You trailed off, surprised by his actions. Never in a thousand lifetimes would you think he'd ask something of this from you.
But Alhaitham didn't move. He simply raised an eyebrow as if questioning silently as to why you were taking so long.
You finally gave in and took a few cautious steps towards him before kneeling onto the cold marble floors.
Alhaitham leaned forward and barely took your chin between his forefinger and thumb. "Look at you. So willing to please me." He said as he stroked his thumb across your bottom lip.
"Give me your hand." He ordered and you did as he asked. He took your hand in his own before kissing the back of it. He then pressed your own hand to his chest using his hand and then slid it down his abdomen.
You could feel every tense muscle as your hand trailed it's way down his torso. It finally rested on his belt before he removed his hand from yours.
"Go on." He said. Your face was even redder than before as you scooted a little closer and lifted your other hand to get his belt undone.
"So obedient." He murmured as he lustfully smiled down at you. You unzipped his pants and even pushed them down a little.
The erection he had no was undeniable, regardless if he still had his boxers on or not. Alhaitham barely moved his hips up and pushed his boxers a little further down, letting his cock spring free.
Now his breathing was a little labored as he looked down at you. His devious smirk long gone, nothing but lust in his eyes remained.
"Suck it." He ordered, and you hesitated for a moment before grabbing the base of his cock. Alhaitham kept his eyes on you, watching you in anticipation, his throbbing erection twitching in your hand.
You leaned over and gave his tip kitten licks. He hissed at the feeling of your wet tongue barely pressing against his tip.
"Stop teasing me or you'll regret it." He warned with a growl. You looked up at him as you then put your mouth on his tip and lightly began sucking. Alhaitham's head slowly tilted back as he sighed. His hand found its way to the back of your head.
You moved further down on him, his tip nearly reaching the back of your throat. "Fuck, you're so good." Alhaitham breathed out. Silent moans erupted from him as you bobbed your head up and down.
Alhaitham must have been getting impatient, because as you were going down he bucked his hips up and used his hand against your head to force you down.
You gagged slightly on him, but the moan he let out further fueled the fire in you. You began to move faster, letting the tip continously hit the back of your throat.
"Shit you're gonna make me cum-" He said as he looked back down at you. And as he looked down at you, sucking him off right there in the Akademiya he pulled you off quick, knowing he'd cum right there if you went any further.
He then grabbed you by the undersides of your arms and hoisted you up. "A-Alhaitham!" You gasped at his sudden action.
He then spun you around and pinned you down against the desk. He lifted your dress and pulled your leggings down along with your panties.
"W-Wait!" You said as you felt cool air hit your slick folds. "Already soaking just from sucking me off?" He asked as he brought a finger and ran it against your folds.
"I- ngh- Scribe please." You begged, your legs trembling as he touched you. "Please what? You want me to do something about you hm?" He asked and you looked back at him, his silver eyes met with your own. You nodded at his question and a devilish smile played on his lips.
"Remember, you asked for this." He said as his finger trailed along your slickness before he sunk a finger in without warning.
You gasped loudly as he pumped the finger in and out, not soon after he added a second one. "Scribe!" You called out before moaning.
Alhaitham leaned over, his hot breath fanning against your ear. "I like it better when you say my name. Go on, say it." He said as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, even curling them from time to time.
"Alhaitham~" You moaned out and he growled quietly in your ear. Alhaitham then stood up, taking his fingers out of you and you cried at the feeling of losing his fingers.
But then you felt his tip against your hole and you shot your head up. "W-Wait I don't know if I'm ready-" You began as you moved your hand back to press against his muscular abdomen.
Alhaitham grabbed your wrist, and the other one before leaning over you to pin your wrists against your head.
"You can take it. I made sure you will." He whispered in your ear, and you moved your head away, slightly embarrassed and not wanting to look at him.
Alhaitham scoffed before quickly flipping you onto your back, laying you onto the desk he moved his hand way from your wrist and to the front of your dress where he pulled the front of it down to reveal your breasts.
You gasped as the cool air hardened your nipples further. "Look at you. You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He said before leaning down and putting his hot mouth on one of your nipples.
You then felt as he pressed his tip against your hole again and barely pushed it in.
"Ah! Alhaitham!" You said, a mix of pleasurable uncertainty coursing through you. "You trying to alert the whole Akademiya? You want them to see me railing you right here in this room?" He asked and you brought a hand to your mouth.
Alhaitham smiled as he licked your nipple, loving your reaction to his touch and his words. Alhaitham then slowly began pushing further into you. "You're so tight.." He grunted as one of his hands found the underside of your thigh and lifted it just above his waist.
When Alhaitham bottomed out in you, your head flew back against the desk, your hand keeping the moans from escaping your mouth.
Alhaitham then used his other hand to lift up your other leg, so that both would be wrapped around him.
He then leaned over your body once more, and using a free hand that had just left the bottom of your thigh, he removed your hand before kissing you.
Alhaitham stayed still, not moving an inch as he kissed you. And when he pulled away his mouth stayed agape as he panted. "Can I move?" He asked and you nodded.
Slowly he started pumping in and out of you. He moved his head down, hooking his finger around the collar of your shirt and moving it where be began to lick and suck on your shoulder.
Your arms wrapped around him as he moved in and out of you at a slow pace. Quiet moans left you as you before you bit your lip.
"You're so fucking hot..." Alhaitham said against your collar bone before taking another lick at it. "You don't know how long... I've been watching you-" He said in between hot breaths.
Your eyes widened as he said that, he'd been watching you?
"Wanted to- ngh- fuck you for so long." He said as his pace began to quicken. Your mind was becoming a mess, attempting to logically register what he was saying, but the pleasure was clouding your thoughts.
He then moved his hands back under your thighs and he stood up straight. He suddenly quickened his pace and you nearly cried out, but instead brought both your hands to your mouth.
"Taking me so fucking well-" He huffed out, the sounds you two were making were clearly obscene at this point.
The, out of nowhere you both began to hear voices from outside the door.
"Are you sure you saw the Scribe go in here? Why would he want to be in here?" You both heard a voice and Alhaitham stopped, your heart dropped immediately at the voices outside of the door.
Both you and Alhaitham were looking at each other, faces turned to shock. Then a knock came to the door. "Scribe Alhaitham? Are you in there?" You both heard the voice clear as day now.
You removed your hands and pressed them against his abdomen, as if trying to signal him to stop so you both could get dressed quickly.
Alhaitham was panting hard, looking down at you he let out a quiet and airy chuckle before he slowly starting moving again.
You nearly gasped as he did and you whispered, "We're going to get caught!" You said and he grinned devilishly. "You afraid that they'll see me fucking your brains out?" He whispered as his grip on your hips tightened.
"I told you he wasn't here! There's no logical explanation for him to be in that room anyway." You heard another voice and finally you heard footsteps fading away.
You finally let your arms rest against your sides as they walked away, being able to relax a little.
"Look at you, thinking you get a rest now." Alhaitham said before he suddenly slammed in and out of you.
You nearly let out a cry, but Alhaitham's large hand covered your mouth. "You're really wanting to get caught? Aren't you? Show all these people here who you belong to, hm?" Alhaitham said as he kept thrusting at a relentless pace.
His other hand found its way to your clit where he began rubbing it in quick circles.
You moaned against his mouth, as your eyes rolled back, and your hands searching for anything on the table to grab onto.
Alhaitham removed his hand from your mouth as he looked down at the two of you connecting for a moment. "Fuck- I'm gonna cum. Where?" He asked and you looked him right in his eyes.
"In me." You said and Alhaitham's eyes went wide. "I'm safe." You explained and you could tell he felt relieved.
"Fine I'll fill you up then." He said as he relentlessly pounded into you.
Alhaitham unconsciously kept leaning over until he was finally close enough to your face to feel your breath fanning over him. "H-Haitham- I'm close-" You moaned out quietly as you brought your hands to either side of his face.
Alhaitham blushed slightly at the use of the nickname. He then kissed you as his movements became sloppy, and he felt your walls tighten around him.
You moaned into his mouth as you came around him, the feeling of you cumming on him forced his own climax.
He shoved himself inside you completely as hot ropes of cum filled your insides. He stayed still inside you for a moment as he sloppily made out with you.
Finally Alhaitham disconnected from you completely, some of his semen and your own juices spilled from you onto the marble floor.
"Look at you, making a mess." He said as he drank in your fucked out sight. He wasn't even sure if you heard him at all.
Alhaitham pulled himself together and put his boxers and pants back on before looking around and then finding tissues.
He grabbed them and began to clean up the mess. You whined a little when he wiped you up, you were still overly sensitive.
"I know, it's okay." He said as he finished wiping you up. Alhaitham threw away the used tissues before helping you get dressed again. He could tell you were quite exhausted.
"You should go home and rest." He whispered as he helped you sit up, but you felt slightly uncomfortable sitting. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands found their way to your hips.
You let your head fall back slightly as you looked at him with hooded eyes. "If you come with me I will." You said and his grip on your hips tightened slightly at your statement.
Alhaitham was slightly stunned, but then he chuckled breathily. "If that's what you wish." He said and you nodded with a sleepy smile.
Alhaitham helped you off the table, and at first you genuinely could not walk, but soon found your strength even though your legs were still shaking.
You walked over to the door and placed your hand onto the handle. But it wouldn't budge, and then you realized it was locked.
You turned to Alhaitham who had his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. "You made me believe it was unlocked!" You said and he shrugged, "Your reactions muse me." He replied and you huffed.
You finally unlocked the door and opened it, leaving the room and out into the open.
Looking around, you breathed out a sigh of relief that no one had heard anything.
