I have baby fever and couldn't resist writing this one :) This has been in my drafts for an eternity and I figured I ought to post it now. Gender neutral MC! I will eventually write up a headcanon post for if you decide to adopt kids, too! And I promise to return to requested headcanons very soon. Thanks for your patience!
When you first break the news to him, he goes dead silent at first. Asra stares blankly at you for a moment and you're a bit nervous that maybe he's upset. But you know he's beside himself with joy when he breaks out into a bright smile and presses kiss after kiss to your lips. Asra can't wait to be a parent and he's even more excited to be sharing this new adventure with you!
Very doting. Does not leave to go on trips at all and hardly leaves your side. He can't wait to go on family adventures now! It's not just going to be Asra on the road by himself, or just you and him. It'll be his little family, off on journeys galore! He's already making plans. His parents are also ecstatic to be grandparents and can't wait to babysit. They're over a lot, helping you out.
Sets to work at extending part of the shop to include a nursery. Lots of purples and blues and calming colors. The room is tranquil, serene. He's hidden some magical spells around that do a variety of things when you interact with them (blow bubbles, glowing swirls that light up when you touch them, etc...). Knits blankets and hats and booties for your baby (and they are all so very cute and cozy!).
Will (gently) pat your belly like it's a bongo drum. Is convinced that when your baby kicks, it's them playing music back. Likes to muse aloud about what kinds of magic your baby might be interested in. Wonders if they'll take after you or more after him. But he also acknowledges that if magic isn't really their thing, that's okay too. He's just so excited to see what kind of person they're going to be.
Magical remedies for all your aches and pains. When it comes time for you to actually have the baby, he stays calm. Sure, he's freaking out on the inside, but he's not going to show it. When he finally gets to hold your baby in his arms, quiet tears of joy trickle down his cheeks. He looks at the both of you like you are the most magical, mystical things in the world. He makes sure you know how lucky he feels đ
Your plan to have a baby has been in the works for some time now, so Nadia isn't surprised when you announce that you think you're finally pregnant. She is utterly ecstatic, gently kissing your temple and pulling you in close. But she's also extremely nervous and you can tell by the way her hands tremble when she holds yours after your announcement. She isn't the best with children but you assure her that she's going to be an amazing parent.
Whatever you need, Nadia will provide. You will get the absolute best healthcare. Any craving you have will be satisfied. You can rest assured that Nadia is going to get you whatever you need, whenever you need it! Your comfort and the health of the baby comes first and foremost to her. She'll delegate a lot of her work to others during this time (and tries to get ahead on some things, for once the baby is born and chaos inevitably ensues). She wants to spend as much time with you as she can.
You and Nadia design the nursery in the palace together. Lots of creams and golds. Some purple thrown in here and there. It's very soft and elegant, with lots of sunlight pouring in through the windows. Nadia also has some pretty amazing outfits tailored for your little one, once the time comes.
Enjoys reading to your baby. If you're sitting with her while she's working, Nadia might place her hand on your belly just to feel the baby kick. She might jokingly ask your baby bump for advice on some problem she's having with Vesuvia's infrastructure or some other political issue. Usually she asks yes or no questions and has jokingly taken one kick to mean, "yes," and no kicks to mean, "no." She finds it rather hysterical.
When the time comes for the baby to arrive, she is cool as a cucumber. There's no hint of any panic or worry. She knows you're going to do amazing. Holds your hand and gives you the absolute best pep talks of your life. When she gets to hold your little bundle of joy for the first time, she can hardly stop smiling. Even her eyes light up. You and the baby are the most important things in the whole world to her, and she makes sure you are well aware of that đ
Edit: A wonderful Anon pointed out to me that Nadia would probably return to her hobby of tinkering and create beautiful toys for the baby! The ask is here. Thank you so much, Anon!
You and Julian have been trying for a while, but it still comes as an absolute shock to him when you break the news. He is positively over the moon, scooping you up into his arms and twirling you around. And then it hits him that he's going to be a father and he's suddenly an absolute nervous wreck. He's worried he's going to be a terrible parent, but you reassure him he's going to be just fine. He's pretty good with kids, anyway.
When the initial shock dies down, Julian settles into his role rather well. Dotes on you constantly. Honestly, it can probably be a bit much sometimes (but he'll back off a little if you tell him). Is 100% prepared for all your possible symptoms. Has all the remedies and knows exactly what to do. An absolute worrywart when it comes to your health and the baby's.
You are mostly in charge of the nursery design, but Julian tries his best to help. The two of you decide to design it after a pirate ship, complete with a mural of the sea and a cradle that sort of looks like a mini ship. Julian is mostly in charge of acquiring any furniture and building anything that needs to be built, and he happily obliges.
Will sing to your baby and tell them ridiculous stories. Pretends your baby is telling him jokes (or talking about you, lol). He can't really act out anything for them yet, of course, but he'll do all the silly voices. Tells them how much he can't wait to meet them and take them on all kinds of adventures. He gets pretty emotional during the whole process and loves to tell you (and the baby) how he never would've expected his life to go this way. But he's delighted that it has. Will also play the vielle for the baby (mostly soothing lullabies, but sometimes he'll play something more jaunty).
Surprisingly very calm when the time comes to deliver, but is internally freaking out (this isn't the first baby he's delivered, but it is his first baby). Definitely has another physician come in to help deliver your baby, just in case. When he holds your baby for the first time, he's practically weeping. Julian doesn't know what he's done to deserve this kind of joy and happiness, but he's just so grateful. He makes sure you know how proud of you he is and how utterly in love he is with the two of you đ
When you break the news to Portia, she is beside herself with excitement! Absolutely cannot wait to be a parent. Immediately begins the planning process for the nursery, the adventures, and so on. You laugh about how ahead of herself she's getting, but it's sweet to see her so enthusiastic.
Cooks you all the food you ever want. Believes 100% in listening to your cravings. She claims that if you listen to your cravings, the baby will want for nothing in their life ("It's something my grandma's once told me," she explains with a wink). And who are you to argue with that? Especially with Portia being such an amazing cook, haha.
You design the nursery together. Portia has a whole mural in mind and sets to work right away at designing it. Her painting is positively gorgeous. It's all the places in the world that the two of you have traveled to and all the places she wants to take your little family, once the baby is born. It's filled with nostalgia and lovely memories.
Gets you plenty of fresh air and sunlight. She insists that you sit on the porch while she gardens and enjoy a nice cold drink and the lovely breeze. At night, when you're snuggled up beside one another, she loves to tell your baby spooky (but not too spooky) stories and describe all the adventures she can't wait to take them on once they're born!
Definitely panics a bit when the time comes for you to deliver the baby. She's running around, trying to gather everything you might need (and things you might not need, but might want). Squeezes your hand so tight, you have to ask her to back off a little, haha (she apologizes profusely). Beaming so proudly the first time she gets to hold the baby. It's love at first sight. She makes sure you know how utterly amazing she thinks the two of you are, and how blessed she feels to have you two đ
Muriel's excitement is quiet when you break the news to him, but you know he's beside himself with joy when you see the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. When he draws you in to hold you close, you can hear the frantic thrumming of his heart and that's when you realize how anxious he is. But you know Muriel will make an amazing parent, something you're sure to tell him.
An excellent caretaker. He'll cook you delicious, hearty food to ensure you and the baby get all the nutrients you need. Takes you on lots of cute dates and picnics. He feels that connecting with nature is a really amazing way to feel good during your pregnancy, especially if you're having a difficult time at all. Very attune to your aches and pains and does what he can to help you. Massages, warm baths, you name it!
The nursery the two of you design is filled with light and looks like a little forest. The mural you paint has all kinds of trees and flowers, and there's clouds and a night sky on the ceiling. There's stuffed animals everywhere (one of Inanna even!) and Muriel carves little statues to adorn the room.
Pauses a lot during the day to put his hand on your belly to just process that ohmygoodness, he's going to be a father. In utter awe every time your baby kicks. He tears up the first time it happens. Loves to read to your baby. His voice is so soothing when he reads aloud, it could put you to sleep, too! You notice if your baby is pretty active, they quiet down as soon as Muriel starts to read to them.
Very calm during the birthing process. Holds your hand and whispers reassurances and praise. His presence alone is soothing enough to make the whole ordeal easier than you thought it was going to be. Your baby is so very small in his arms the first time he gets to hold them. He looks down at them with absolute wonder and awe, tears starting to trickle down his cheeks. He breaks out into a soft smile and you know he's smitten already. He makes sure you're aware of how very fortunate he feels to have the two of you in his life đ
It breaks Lucio's brain a little when you first hit him with the news. You can practically hear the dial-up tone playing in his head. And then all of a sudden, he's lifting you up into his arms and twirling you around. He's so utterly excited! He starts rambling about how amazing the baby is going to be and how lucky they are to have such incredible parents like the two of you. But deep down, you know he's really nervous that he's not going to be a good father. The two of you will have plenty of emotional discussions about this over the course of your pregnancy (and into your child's life, I'm sure).
Talk about doting. This man gets you everything you want and more! All your cravings, no matter how weird they are, are satisfied (don't blame him if he doesn't want to eat them with you though, haha). You have the finest doctors in all the land. He buys you all kinds of fabulous pregnancy outfits that are both comfortable and fashionable (extra emphasis on fashionable).
Please do not let him design the nursery (unless you want it to look like red, gold, leopard print, and god knows what else threw up all over the room, lol). You find a compromise. There's still plenty of gold and the room is designed rather luxuriously, but it doesn't have all of Lucio's signature touches.
All the belly kisses. He is so in love and hasn't even met your baby yet. Also plays your belly like a bongo drum (but is significantly more irritating about it than Asra, lol). Chatters endlessly to your baby. Will have full on conversations with your baby bump, absent-mindedly sometimes. He can't wait to teach your baby to fight once they're born (but you have to remind him to wait a few years for that). He is also ecstatic to be able to spoil your baby absolutely rotten (but he promises not too rotten).
Has a meltdown when it's time for you to deliver. Is all over the place. You are definitely calmer than he is. It's a miracle he doesn't pass out, but he manages to pull himself together a little. Lucio is rendered speechless the first time he holds your baby. His silver eyes are wide with astonishment. And then he breaks down into tears and promises over and over to your baby that he's going to be the absolute best father he can be. He makes sure you're aware that he's going to work damn hard for the two of you đ
Fandom: The Arcana
Reader-insert: Female
Pairing: Asra Alnazar x reader
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Adult Situations | Sexual Situations | Explicit Content | đ Minors DNI đ | Read at your own risk
Word Count: 640+
đ SIN2021 Day 14
(a/n): I want to dedicate this piece to the wonderful @lorei-writesâ đ
45. Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.
Things have been so incredibly hectic around the shop lately. You and Asra have hardly had a moment to yourselves between the flood of customers and the remodeling you've been working on. When you're not overseeing the shop's expansion, you're behind the counter or in the backroom, consulting your tarot deck. Asra is out gathering more supplies, helping to rearrange furniture, and figuring out protective spells for the shop. It's a miracle if you get any peace and quiet for yourselves.
So you've resorted to small moments of affection. Asra's lips brush featherlight against yours as he skirts around one of the displays. He carries a teetering tower of books, but he's unable to resist the allure of your sweet smile as he passes. He has to capture it for himself.
He'll brush his fingers against yours as you scamper to the backroom. He's on his way out, off to bargain in the marketplace. Goodness knows when he'll be back, and you know you'll be too busy to greet him when he returns. You're starting to feel pent up, lonely. You'd thought that with all this business with the Devil done and over with, you'd have time for yourselves. But of course, life has other plans.
Asra can sense your disappointment. He feels the same way. He misses holding you in his arms, pressing you close. Often, the two of you are too exhausted to even stay up and chat with one another. Most nights now, you go to bed at separate times, wake up before the other person, and hardly see each other throughout the day. It all becomes too much.
One night, as you're locking up, you sigh to yourself. Asra is busy again, working on a few finishing touches to some wards he's putting up on the expanded part of the shop. As you turn to despondently trudge up the stairs to your bedroom, you're greeted by Asra's softly beaming face.
"I thought you were busy tonight?" you question skeptically, though your heart fills with joy at the sight of him.
"My work can wait," he returns, taking you by the hand and drawing you in. He presses a kiss to your lips, gently at first. Soon enough, his mouth is working passionately against yours. The two of you are stumbling over boxes abandoned on the floor, bumping into half-filled shelves, and nearly tripping up the stairs. Never once do your lips leave Asra's, except for to chuckle at your clumsiness. Work can wait. For now, you're happy to finally be in Asra's arms again.
âlucio had an incredibly rough childhood with parents who were neglectful of his emotional well-being which contributed to him becoming an emotionally immature, less-empathetic adultâ and âlucio made his own bad decisions, is completely responsible for his past mistakes and him having a bad childhood doesnât excuse his faultsâ are statements that can and do coexist.
So I have my own personal headcannons about the characters ages ranging from (45-28) and Iâm personally 23 and have a thing for age gaps as long as everyone is a consenting adult.
Asra
Theyâre definitely an age is just a number person
Youâre death from the plague was so much more tragic
Canât help but be protective and big brother you sometimes
They love getting watching you grow and mature
Youâre just so adorable and fun
If you ever accidentally call him dad, heâll just laugh it off, finds it sweet that you look up to him like that
Is down with being called daddy tho
Nadia
Isnât really concerned about the age gap.
Youâve proven to her that your deserving of her respect regardless of your young age
At the same time she appreciates your fresh young perspective.
She also loves how you look up to her
Sheâs always careful not to patronize you or mother you
Though if you do ever accidentally call her mom she canât help but feel touched and tease you about it
Call her mommy in bed tho
Julian
Has the most hang ups about it
Sure he knows youâre a consenting adult but youâre younger than his baby sister
Oh no does this make him a creep. He must be a pervert manipulating such a sweet young thing
He loves you so much and respects and admires you but youâre so young.
Youâll have to reassure him that youâre mature enough to make youâre own choices and you choose to be with him
On the other hand he adores your energy!
Youâre bright young out look is invigorating
But he just canât help but think that you were a baby when he was a teenager
Will have an existential crisis if you ever accidentally call him dad
Muriel
Is sometimes worried heâs too old for you but ultimately doesnât mind
Very protective of you since your young age makes you more reckless and naive
Youâre advances towards him are so much more jarring
Shocked that this little squirt is calling him cute like have they seen them selves
Feels responsible for you, even if youâre an adult heâs still the older adult
When you accidentally call him dad. Muriel.exe has stopped working
Portia
Doesnât really notice the age difference
But still teases the shit out of you.
Goofy nicknames like squirt, baby, youngster, kiddo
âBack in my dayâ
Sheâll point to a child out in public and be like âyouâ
She isnât sensitive about her age so feel free to return her energy
If you ever accidentally call her mom youâll never hear the end of it
Lucio
Since heâs so young at heart (immature) he never really even noticed the age difference
That itâs until itâs pointed out to him
Then heâll have a full blown crisis
Personality and maturity wise youâre both about equal but heâll stress every physical sign of age
His fine lines, grey hair, back pain, fuck heâs getting old
Do not point out his age, heâs so sensitive about it
Laments not being you same age and getting to grow old with you.
Regardless he still adores you and you help him feel young.
You probably wonât accidentally call him dad since he doesnât really act his age, which is good cause heâs never mentally recover.
if ur still taking requests and stuff i think something that would be really funny is what the M6's reaction would be to MC doing the wap in front of them, especially lucio and muriel cuz i feel like muriel would look away and lucio would join MCđ
The Main 6's reaction to MC doing the WAP dance
A/N: Amusing idea, my dude. Thanks for sending this ask.
In this fic, I made it somehow modern. Feel free to reblog. Reblogging means you shift to The Arcana reality within the next 30 days.
Warnings: semi-crack, 18+ language, nsfw, if you're under 18, look the fuck away.
Is the fucker who introduced you to the tiktok trend. You two watched compilations of it for hours on their IPhone 5, which has lots of snake and witchcraft stickers randomly stuck on the back.
Thank Goddess the shop was closed today.
"Wanna learn this dance with me?"
"Pffffff hahaha sure."
You both have lots of fun attempting to throw ass and splits.
Seeing Asra's ass jiggle will be forever burned into your memory. Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? It's up to you, darling.
Even Faust slithers over to join, her little head bopping to the rhythm.
"Friend, dance!" Aw, my little baby noodle. I love you so much.
Are you both coordinated and flexible enough to make it look good? Fuck no.
When you take turns doing the dance, it's a pitiful show compared to Megan and Cardi's, because the two of you can't even finish since you're dying laughing on the floor.
Can't even make some fucking cardamom rice pudding for dinner because every time you two make eye contact or are silent for 5 seconds, you burst into shared giggles.
One of you may or may not have peed a little in their underwear.
"Oh my, what... an interesting performance."
Fuck, you curse yourself. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was so stupid of y-
"Would you like to show me your dance again? This time... let's take it to my bedroom."
Oh.
Oh.
Yes, mommy.
Let's just say you can't think straight for the rest of the evening.
Nadia makes you promise you'll only do this dance for her, and her alone. No negotiations. She gifts you luxurious necklaces and outfits to incentivize, but really she wants an excuse to love you.
Chandra kinda just leaves the two of you alone. Owls know what mating is when they see it.
Barely manages to avoid having two fucky-wucky eyes as you yeet your leg in the air a bit too close for his liking.
For once in his life, he has nothing to say. No clever comebacks, no witty remarks, no flirty quips. Just... a mixture of "what the fuck", "oh shit", and "that's... kinda hot".
Dancing kink??? Lap dance kink??? Booty jiggle kink? He might be learning something new about himself, fellas.
Doctor Ilyushka "Bend-me-over-and-spank-my-ass-til-it's-red" Devorak has no idea whether to laugh (because this was truly unexpected from the Apprentice he knows) or to be horny (your ass looks better than any buttered lobster claws he's ever had).
Bro, is Julian okay? Apprentice, you might need to bring him back to reality.
You end up having your Ilya, all red like tomato, beg you to ride him like an aggressive rodeo.
Malak does not give a fuck. He's chilling in the docks with the orphans. Even bird brain knows he doesn't wanna be anywhere near your place when you're going at it like twisted rabbits.
Either facepalms the whole time that she can't see your performance, or she covers her hands to contain her giggles while she looks very disrespectfully at your ass.
"You idiot!" she guffaws. "What was that? I've never seen anything like that."
You show her the WAP tiktok comps that Asra showed you. She pauses it after watching 2 tiktoks.
Hey, guess what? Portia knows how to throw ass. Kinda. When she twerks, she looks like newborn Bambi on ice.
Her ass so lovely tho that it makes up for her lack of ass-throwing skills.
Pepi enters the room, takes one look of the whole situation, and turns around like, "Ok weirdos. Cuddle time later, then."
Portia ends up farting. You two laugh about it.
When you dropped that juicy, magician ass? Instant hard on. I'm surprised he still sports his usual embarrassed blush when all the blood has travelled down to his cock. And I'm not talking about chickens.
His eyes widened as he looked away out of đđrespectđđ, totally not because he was about to combust right then and there.
Even as he sputters, "MC! Stop it, will you?!", both of you know he's gonna fuck his hand fantasizing about you until he busts a fat, giant, creamy, juicy, hearty, Kohuri-tribe-starting, womb-impregnating, thick-like-canned-soup nut once he's alone in bed.
Inanna, this might be a good week to visit your cousins in that forest. Don't bump Muriel's oil and... sexual wellness jar on your way out of the hut.
He can't look you in the eyes the next time you visit him in his hut, the same place he thought of you and... did... stuff.
"Ayo, Muriel. It smells like cum in here, haha. Just ki-" your giggles and joking smile falls when you see him blushing.
Hold the fuck up, that's not his usual blush. That's... Is he... guilty? Is he fucking guilty?
"Oh, how interesting." you smirk evilly. You've spent so much time living with Asra, you've developed his knifecat face.
Muriel's heart is pounding just as hard as how he imagined pounding all your holes the week before.
When you show him your new dance... he immediately joins.
(Does he know what he's doing? No, but when has he ever utilized his sparse brain cells? Dumbass just thought "looks fun" and jumped to join you.)
Until you both discover he's not that flexible, twerk-talented, and his pristine white pants are indeed not for gymnastics.
The Wet Ass Pussy Anthem is forgotten as Lucio mourns his pants, you kneeling at his side. You got your hand on his shoulder and you're comforting him. But really you're fighting for your life to keep in your laughter.
"You do know you can sew and repair this, right?"
"But they're already torn to shreds!"
"Huh, I wonder who's responsible for that."
"Whatever, my ass is too fat for this."
Melchior and Mercedes happily chew and gnaw at the torn white fabric of their foolish daddy's big manly pants.
Lucio made a tiktok account just to hate on all the women who did the WAP challenge. However, he did DM dick pics to the guys who did it.
You steal his phone and ask Muriel to stomp it to dust. He happily obeys. He even scattered its remains in the pit he throws all the chicken shit in. That phone was the only murder he ever liked doing. Good thing Lucci Gucci never bothered to remember his passwords and shit.
â. . . Men get pegged! (Also femdom? Feminine title used for the reader)
He picked it out himself, babbling on about how it was custom made. Julian even bought you a new harness, the sweet man he is. Really, you ought to reward him for his devotion.
The harness is made from soft, sturdy leather, sewn together carefully. You give Julian the pleasure of putting it onto you, adjusting the straps tightly with his long fingers. His mouth waters at the sight, his cock throbbing between his legs. Between your legs lies the silicone phallus he bought, large in girth and length. Itâs almost comically large on you, longer than your forearm and as thick as it.
âYouâre staring awfully hard, Ilya. What, do you want to suck it?â You tap the tip of it, your cock bobbing between your legs. Julianâs eyes follow the movement, a low groan in the back of his throat. âYes, madam,â
Heâs beautiful on his knees, truly, he is. Itâs a shame you canât keep him there forever. His tongue peeks from his lips, wetting the tip of your cock. You grip his fiery curls, tugging his face closer. Julian obediently takes you in his mouth, slowly pushing you further in. He moans around you, gripping the base. Heâs only halfway there when it bumps that back of his throat. His throat convulses, gagging around it, yet he keeps pushing. Julian sits on his heels, clenching his teary eyes shut as the plug pushes deeper inside.
Watching his pitiful attempts to take your entirety reminds you that you have to be the level headed one. You pull him off, a pathetic whine from the man in protest. Your spit soaked cock slaps against his cheek, smearing his own saliva on his face. âMâsorry, madam, thank you madam,â Julian croaks, blinking his red rimmed eyes back up at you.
âBend over, let me see that tight ass of yours.â A full body shudder wracks through him, and Julian quickly rises to his feet. He bends over the edge of the bed, showing the pretty jeweled end of the plug. âI already stretched myself for you, madam.â Julian says with a certain kind of pride. You grin, tapping your nail against the butt of the plug. It makes a click noise under your finger. âWhat a good, thoughtful, boy you are, Ilya,â you reward him with a drag of your nails down his asscheeks. He preens under the praise, gasping sharply. âI-I want to be good for you, I really want to,â
You grab onto the base of the plug, slowly pulling it free. âI know. Youâre doing such a good job.â Julian keens as the widest part stretches his rim, grabbing onto the bed sheets. Finally, it pops free, exposing his gaping hole, red and pink.
You click your tongue, pausing to retrieve your vial of lubricant. âYou should see yourself, all nice and gaped.â You spread the lube over your cock, and you yourself can barely wrap your fingers around it. You pour the remainder on his backend, cooling his skin. Julian whimpers, a delicate sound. âPerfect for this big cock you love so much.â You like yourself up, taking your time as you push in. He gasps, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind. âI-I love your cock, madam! I- uhn, l-love madamâs fat c-cock!â His voice hitches in octave with each push, sinking in further and further, until youâve bottomed out.
Julianâs drooling, gangly legs wobbling under his own weight. âLook at you, you took it all! What a good boy.â You stroke his sides, gently rocking your hips. He reaches down, pressing a palm against his stomach. There, under his fingers is a bump below his navel, stretching the skin taut. âOohh,â
You pull out until you're halfway in, then drive forward, pushing him into the bed. Julian grabs onto the sheets again, anything he can find for stability. Little shrieks are punched out of him, choked out moans like youâre wringing his neck. Itâs so big inside of him, crushing against his sweet spots and milking a steady drool of precum from his weeping cock.
You reach under, feeling for what Julianâs so intently touching. You stumble across the bulge, a wolfish smirk spreading across your lips. You wrap an arm around his chest, hauling him up to stand.
He yelps, his hand shooting back to grab onto your hip. âM-madam, madam! Sâbig, I can- ahn- f-feel it in mmmy guts,â his eyes roll back, dick bobbing between his legs with each powerful thrust.
âDo you like it, Ilya? Does it make my baby feel good? Having your brains fucked out on madamâs cock?â You keep one hand on his hip, stabilizing, and one in his hair, possessive. You tug those red locks, pulling his head back, long neck stretched. âYes! Yesyesyes!â Itâs easy for you to reach your hand back to his stomach, to tickle your fingers over the bump. You flatter your palm, pressing down on your next thrust in. Julian screams, jaw slack as he cums, completely untouched.
âMâsorry, madam! Sorry, sorry, sorry,â he begins begging, pleas of forgiveness sliding off his silver tongue.
Youâre winded from the display, the show heâd put on. So much so, you think you can forgive his little mishap. âOh, Ilya-â you press in deep and gyrate your hips. Spit is pooling behind his teeth, drooling down his jaw. His eyes cross, hips jerking weakly. â-that must have felt good, huh? Madam forgives you, just this once.â
You bend him back over, giving him the solace of a solid thing to hold onto. You give him a pat on the butt, one akin to startling a horse into action. âAs long as you keep your madam entertained.â
