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@divineandmundane
Nothing takes the wind out of my sails for finishing my drafts like having one out of every four of the drafts i work on not fully upload and just DELETE ITSELF when I hit the save button đĄđĄđĄ
Mobile Tumblr needs to get its shit together, Iâm tired of rewriting all my replies multiple times.
@divineandmundane
Felet was curled up on the couch, reading through a collage admissions book and wondering how hard it would be to get a GED, when Xavier collapsed on him. He laughed, kissing the man as he was maneuvered onto his back. "Needy today, baby?"
He glanced to the side when he heard footsteps, smiling when he saw Arnaldo standing in the doorway. "Wanna join us or just gonna watch?"
Xavier kissed him over and over again, pinning him down as he pulled off Feletâs clothes, tossing them aside. Arnaldo watched for a while before walking in, pulling the now naked Felet toward him and kissing him deeply, fingers tangling into his hair, wrapping the tiny man in his arms.
Felet groaned into the kiss, easily spreading his legs for the two men. "What got you two so worked up today? I know it wasn't me."
âIts always youâŠâ xavier moved behind them, kissing along Feletâs back, pinning his arms behind his back as he nibbled at his neck
Felet moaned softly, arching slightly. "I was just reading a book!" He bit his lip, squirming in Arnaldos hold.
Xaviers tongue slid down his spine slowly, leaving trails of kisses as he moved lower. âAnd thats just a testament to how good you look all the time FeeâŠâ
Arnaldo chuckled, kissing his throat as his hands roamed Feletâs chest, thumbs teasing across his nipples
Felet whimpered, arching against Arnaldo as Xavier moved lower. "Literally just sitting her-" He gasped as Arnaldo teased his nipples.
Xavier spread Feletâs cheeks, kissing one then biting the other before he slipped his tongue along his hole
âIs it a crime for us to be so in love with you that we want to do this to you all the time Fel?â Arnaldo smiled, flicking the piercings, gently tugging on them, enjoying the face of his pleasure
Felet moaned, arching harder as Xavier teased his hole. "Yes. To jail with both of you." He groaned, eyes shut tight.
âSo we should stop then?â Arnaldo grinned as he lifted Felet up, off of Xaviers tongue, holding him up in the air away from any stimulation
Felet whined, glaring at Arnaldo. "I'm obviously coming with you to jail. Can't let anyone else have either of you."
Arnaldo chuckled holding the much smaller man up in the air with ease. âOh is that so? Gonna be our little prison toy?â
Felet whined, squirming in Arnaldos hold. "Yes. Stop teasing Xavier." He pouted at Arnaldo.
Arnaldo chuckled, lowering Felet onto Xaviers face who went back to voraciously eating out his hole, tongue sliding as deep as he could reach inside him.
Felet moaned, arching up against Arnaldo and burying his face in the mans chest. âX-XavâŠo-oh fuck XavâŠ.â He groaned, eyes shut tight as he wrapped his arms around Arnaldo and held on tight. âDaddy heâs so deepâŠâ
Xavier moaned, messily and noisily eating that hole out, thrusting his tongue deep, tasting the last load arnaldo had left inside him. Arnaldo smiled, gently caressing his cheek as he pushed felet more onto Xavierâs tongue
Felet rolled his hips down against Xaviers tongue, moaning loudly into Arnaldos chest. "Fuck...fuck...baby...please..."
Xavier thrust his tongue in, sloppily slurping across his hole, arnaldo holding him and playing with his hair
Felet was shaking hard, gasping for breath. "X-Xav...oh fuck Xav...baby....daddy h-hes so deep...."
âYeah baby boy? You like feeling his tongue donât you?â He kissed Felet, holding him as Xavier thrust his tongue deeper, mapping every inch inside him with his tongue, stretching that hole open, getting him so wet, teasing his prostate and toying with it as he pushed deeper
Felet moaned louder, nails digging into Arnaldos back as he nodded. "F-Fuck...fuck...hes so deep in me...hes...fuck...daddy please..."
Xavier lapped his tongue across his prostate, moaning against his hole âyeah darling? You liking that?â Arnaldo held him close gently playing with his hair as xavier was devouring his hole
Felet nodded, panting hard, eyes closed tight as he rocked against Xaviers mouth. "D-Daddy...please...please..." He was babbling, they both knew he rarely was able to get off just from being eaten out. "S-So deep...so...fuck...fuck...x-Xav....my Xav..."
Xavier was eating him out like his life depended on it, thrusting, sucking, moaning, teasing, Arnaldo gently kissing felet as he leaned in, pressing more weight to push Felet even more on Xaviers tongue âthats it darlingâŠ. Just like that little oneâŠ. Just a little moreâŠ. Youâre so close sweetheartâŠâ
"C-Can't. I-please-D-Daddy...please..." All he could do was beg, repeatedly saying please as he rocked against Xaviers tongue.
Arnaldo tilted his chin up to look up at the man, reaching down and gently teasing the tip of his cock with his thumb, xavier eating him out more and more vigorously by the second.
@eyes-blazing
Arnaldo got up, walking naked around the bedroom after spending all night fucking the boy âcome on, its time to get up, youâve got a court appointment to keep, if weâre late the judge will not be happy.â
Felet rocked his hips, whimpering. "You always do...even if it's just your fingers and tongue..."
Well I know how much you like having my cock in you⊠you always cum so much harder when its my cock versus when I use my fingers or tongueâŠ
Felet pushed himself up, taking a breath as he shifted farther onto Arnaldoâs cock. He whimpered slightly, eyes closing as his stomach bulged. âI love having your cock in meâŠnever had anyone fill me like you.â He looked down at his lover, panting hard. âBut I love how you eat me, pulling me right to the edge and keeping me there for hours before letting me make a mess of myself.â
Arnaldo smiled, running his hand over the bulge in Feletâs stomach, shivering as he teased his own tip through him. âYou always taste so good⊠I can never get enoughâŠ.â
Felet whimpered softly, still trying to rock his hips into a way that they would both like. It was sloppy and amateur and he knew he could do better than this. But he wouldnt pretend with Arnaldo. "Don't act like me begging doesn't do something for you..."
Arnaldo groaned, kissing Felet passionately. Sure it wasnât perfect, but the fact that felet was trying was such a turn on for Arnaldo, and the irregular rhythm was such a tease around his cock. He ran his fingers through feletâs hair. âYou know it does darling..â he growled softly
Felet groaned, hating that he just couldn't get the rhythm right. He shuddered at the growl, eyes half closing as he leaned in to whisper in Arnaldos ear. "Please daddy...help..."
His cock twitched and thickened inside him, getting somehow even harder. He grabbed felet by the hips, guiding him into the rhythm that drove felet wild.
Felet moaned brokenly, back arching as Arnaldo moved him. "O-Oh...oh fuck...daddy..."
Thats itâŠ. Just like that baby boyâŠ. Keep it like thatâŠ. PerfectâŠ.
Felet moaned, hips moving easily as Arnaldo guided him. "D-Daddy...you feel so good...so big..." He tried again to match the pace, hips rocking messily against his lovers cock.
Arnaldo kissed Felet deeply, passionately, enjoying the way Felet rode his cock âgood boyâŠ.â
Felet shuddered at the sound of Arnaldo calling him a good boy. He couldnt find the rhythm, hips somehow always moving against what Arnaldo was trying to have him do.
He slid his hands to his hips again, guiding him back to the rhythm âslow darlingâŠ. BreathâŠ. Take it slowâŠ.â
Felet whimpered, pressing his forehead to Arnaldos shoulder. "J-Just...want to please you...want to make you feel good."
âYouâre already making me feel so goodâŠ. Just relaxâŠ. Let yourself enjoy this, little oneâŠâ he kissed him gently, guiding his hips in slow deep thrusts
"I dont like being on top...he always made me top people." Felet whimpered, hating bringing his pimp up while he was with Arnaldo. "But you want me to. And i-fuck-i want to give you what you want."
He shook his head, picking felet up as if he weighed nothing at all, flipping them over with a single motion, pinning Felet down to the bed. âBetter?â
@divineandmundane
Alexandre was already in a cranky mood by the time they stopped for the night. Him and his husband were traveling between countries at the moment and of course that meant long days in the carriage together filled with arguments. So, the moment they stopped at the inn that the royal entourage was taking over for the night, he scoffed, said "Really? This fucking dump? Like I'll get any sleep here", and stormed off alone.
He gripped onto the decorative cape with his family's emblem on it and pulled for a moment. He tried to resist asking for this, because he knew exactly what Clayton was going to say, but he needed to "Please fuck me now... Please... You can pull out... We're going to try again tonight... I just want to feel you..."
Clayton had sworn on his life that he wouldnât fuck the prince until an heir had been born, but hearing his Alexandre beg, he felt his cock stir to oblige. He hadnât cum since the last time he was with Alexandre, hadnât even touched himself. How could he? This cock belonged to the prince, what right did he a lowborn commoner have to pleasure it? If he fucked Alexandre, his husband would know, that hole would be gaped open for weeks âmy princeâŠ.â He whined softly, âplease do not ask this of me⊠i have given sacred vows, do not ask me to betray them, for i do not have the will to deny youâŠ
"Please... My love... Just give me something... At least my mouth... Please..." He clung harder to Clayton, just so desperate for anything from the man he'd always loved.
Hearing his prince beg, his resolve crumbled, kissing him passionately as he pinned him to a tree, should his head be mounted on a spike the next morning, he would die willingly, having satisfied his prince. His massive hands ran along Alexandreâs body, his mouth devouring alexandres, his massive body towering over the small slender body of his love
Alexandre kissed back with a hunger that his husband never got to experience. "Please... Demolish me... Take me... Use me..." He mumbled as he tried to bite and suck on every bit of Clayton's lips.
His hand came up to muffle the prince, his massive hand smothering him. âPleaseâŠ. Donât ask these things of meâŠ. You know I cannot deny you AlexandreâŠ. Donât ask me to do these things I should notâŠ.â He begged as he sank to his knees, kissing down his body, hands already disrobing the prince
@ranodo-mobile-3
Sterling had washed ashore, his clothing torn arrows pierced across his body, only barely clinging to life, his breaths shallow as his blood flowed like the water around him, his head bleeding from a wound that had hit him quite hard. It would be months before he had recovered enough to wake, no sign of his former life left, no memory, just the smell of a man, one who had been tending to him this entire time, the feel of his hands upon his skin the only thing his mind had held to.
"Nothing? Not even your name?" He furrowed his brows and glsnced over at the pile of clothes he'd had to cut off of the prince. The very obviously royal clothes.
He frowned as he tried to think, coming up blank. âIâŠ. I donât remember anythingâŠ. There are impressions⊠fuzzyâŠ. I was sad before⊠worriedâŠ. ScaredâŠ. I feel none of these things nowâŠ. And you seem⊠familiar, or at least i seem to trust you, or feel comfortable around youâŠ. I did not feel any panic in realizing that i am utterly naked under this blanket, and that you have been caring for me so, must mean you knew me, right?
"Sterling. Your name... It's Sterling..." At least he thought it was Sterling. Maybe there was more than one prince? Maybe it was something more like Starling. Too late now to change it, though. "And yes... I knew you..." But you don't know me, was left unsaid.
âSterlingâŠ.â He repeated, the name feeling foreign in his mouth âwe must have been quite close thenâŠ.â He but his lip, having not realized that he had fallen for the man fully the moment he had laid eyes on him
@ranodo-mobile-3
Kade sat outside the school, picking nervously at his fingers. Hed never had a friend before, and he was honestly just waiting for the day that Quinn revealed that all this had just been some elaborate prank. He glanced at his phone, checking to see if the other had texted him, they had agreed to meet out here, so Quinn could come over to Kades house for the first time after school that day, but Quinn was now ten minutes late, and Kade was about to just go home alone and cry in his bed.
Quinn rushed out to Kade about fifteen minutes past when they were supposed to meet. "Thank fuck you're still here" he was out of breath. "Sorry. The football team needed help with party prep for after the game tonight."
There were already tears in his eyes, he had just gotten up to start walking, he quickly wiped his eyes, trying to disguise the crying, his voice breaking as he spoke ây-you showed upâŠ.â
"Well yeah. I said I was gonna show up, that means I'm gonna show up." He pat Kade's back. "Come on. I can drive if you want."
âOh⊠uh thanksâŠâ he smiled a little at Quinn, following him. He had actually called his chauffeur to come pick him up, but he quickly sent a text to cancel that, not wanting to offend his friend who he was sure was just looking for an excuse to get rid of him.
Quinn smiled back, that confident proud smile, and dragged Kade over to his shitty little car. "Yeah I uh... This is an in between car... Totalled my porche the other day... But not too long till I'll be porcheing it up again, though." He full on lied. This was the best he could afford with his secret job, the job he'd had to quit a few weeks back. And he never let anyone know that this was his car. Until now.
âOh, what model?â He had a whole collection of porches in his garage. He got into the old car happily, not really caring, just happy to have someone to hang out with for once
@ranodo-mobile-3
Sterling knew he wasnât really supposed to be wandering around down here, but he was curious. This castle had supposedly been in his family since ancient times and legend had it that it was haunted by some horrible monster that had spent generations terrorizing the kingdom. He didnât really believe in all that stuff, but he couldnât deny that it certainly was spooky down here. He was a little excited that his family was moving in here, that hed get to live in this bit of ancient family history. He was dusting things off, peeking into crevasses, only to find himself in the crypts, finding a coffin that wasnât entirely sealed. He looked inside, finding what appeared to be an old dessicated body. He couldnât figure out why, but he felt so drawn here. He reached his finger out, accidentally pricking it on one of the surprisingly sharp fangs on the body, a drop of his blood falling into its mouth.
It had been centuries since Warren had given up. Losing the love of his life, so soon after becoming an immortal monster, had turned him into a much worse monster than he ever would have been. Eventually, though, he grew tired of tormenting and he retreated into a, hopefully, eternal hibernation. A hibernation that was ended early when his consciousness was woken by a familiar taste. Color and softness returned to his cheeks for a moment as he suddenly sat up in his coffin, freezing as he was staring at the perfect image of his love.
Sterling gasped, watching this body come back to life before his eyes, everything in him was telling him to run, to hide, to flee from this predator, but terror had him rooted to this spot, unable to move
Warren leaned forward, opening his mouth to reveal the set of fangs that Sterling had just cut himself on. He licked them slowly, his body contiuing to move slowly, sizing up his prey. A brief moment later he lunged. In a burst of speed, far more than any human could have, he had Sterling pinned against a wall as his fangs pierced Sterling's throat and he began to drink the familiar taste.
Sterling was a bit surprised at the moan that came out of him as he was suddenly pinned to a wall, fangs sunken into his throat and being feasted on, draped in the vampires arms in the exact position that centuries earlier, his ancestor had died in having this exact thing being done to him.
Warren drank and drank and drank, until he realized what he was doing and he pulled back, the bottom half of his face covered in Sterling's blood, but not nearly as much as he took from his original love. "You... How are you... Alive..."
The bloodloss had him woozy, vision already starting to fade to black, mumbling incoherently as he collapsed into the vampires arms, struggling to remain conscious
@ranodo-mobile-3
Sterling still wasnât entirely sure what tonights event was for, not that he ever knew what any of these galas and balls were for, his father always kept him well away from the particulars of the family business. He was the baby of the family, the spoiled pampered little princess of the Shawcross-Leightons. The crown jewel and pride and joy of the family, the most sought after bachelor of all of high society. Sterling was used to being dressed up for events like this, not thinking anything of it when his father had flown in designers and stylists from around the world, making custom outfits just for tonight, perfectly tailored to accentuate everything about him. When he finally joined the party it was an endless stream of people, everyone here seeming to want to talk to him, wandering hands, people standing far too close, compliments, promises, offers to take things to more âprivateâ accommodations, trying to steal kisses, offers to dance, and Sterling handled it all with grace and poise, only managing to free himself and escape to a secluded balcony to catch his breath for a moment, looking up at the night sky, the moonlight bathing his fair features, making him look like a star fallen from heaven longing to return to the sky. He was unaware that this had all been part of the plan, giving the son of the mafia boss the perfect opportunity to come in and sweep sterling off his feet, his prize, bought and paid for to clear Shawcross-Leighton debts.
Warren rolled down the window and shouted out of it at Sterling. "Keep the burger king crown for next time, it suites you!" Then he sped off before Sterling could do anything about it.
The next morning he sent a selfie and "Selfie for the contact?"
He tore the crown off his head, tossing it after the speeding car, flipping him off. His disheveled look certainly sparked talk, rumors already flying that he had been seen being dumped out of Warrens car, everyone knowing by now that hed clearly been deflowered and defiled by the future mafia don, the offers for his hand in marriage suddenly all drying up.
He yawned the next morning, still half asleep as he checked his phone, snapping a hasty photo as he got up, not realizing that his full nakedness could be seen in a reflection of a mirror in the background, leaving absolutely nothing of his body to the imagination, in what was supposed to be an innocent early morning face pic, was now secretly a slutty full nude shot, both the front and back reflected in the mirrors of his room
Warren did what any sensible man would do in that situation... Spent half the day in bed jerking off to the picture. Once he was done, he cropped the picture and added a cartoon crown to Sterling's head. Later that day, as he was in the middle of a job, he started texting sterling an invite to hang out again and that he'd pick Sterling up in an even better car and treat him to some wine that rivaled the bottle Sterling let him taste.
Sterling sent him a much more manicured and put together photo once he was more awake, finding one from a photoshoot to send him âso when am I getting one from you?â He responded, already having a photo for warren, of the burger king crown in the mud, his hand flipping it off.
Now that he wasnât being hounded by offers of marriage his schedule was much more open, so he agreed to hang out with him whenever he wanted.
Help, My Lawyer Is Hot.
@divineandmundane
Felet knew exactly what had him in this bed, exactly why his face was bruised and swollen, and why he was handcuffed to the hospital bed.
His pimp didn't like to be sassed.
Which was a real shame because his best client was expecting him at their hotel room tonight. Expecting him laid out, blindfolded and ready for him.
And Felet was here, handcuffed to a hospital bed.
"I won't open my eyes. I promise." Felet pouted over his shoulder at Arnaldo. He would. They both knew he would, but he wanted to see this man. "Green."
I know you wonât darling, but I do think you look so pretty with a blindfold onâŠ.â His fingers pushed deeper again, stroking him and toying with his prostate
Felet moaned pitifully, carefully arching this time to keep himself from hurting his ribs. "Please...daddy..." Felet whined. "I wanna see you..."
âNot yet darlingâŠ.â He stroked him nice and slow, fingers sliding deeper inside him
Felet whined and pressed closer to Arnaldo. "Can I come daddy...please..."
âShhhhâŠ.â He cooed softly into his ear as he stroked him slow, fingers curling inside him as they teased along his prostate. âAlmost there sweetheartâŠ. Be a good boy and hold on a little longer for daddyâŠâ
Felet gasped, carefully arching every time Arnaldo teased his prostate. "Please daddy...I'm so close...Please I need to come." He couldn't stop squirming on the mans lap.
His lips ghosted across his neck softly, kissing gently as he continued to finger him, teasing him, edging him as they pulled up to his house. The car stopped, arnaldo gently picking him up and carrying him into the house, laying him out in a soft bed, his fingers still working into his hole.
Felet groaned, stretching out for Arnaldo to look out. It hurt a little, but it'd be worth it to please this man. "Daddy...please...I'm so close..." He gripped at the bedding under him, trying not to lose control before he was given permission.
Arnaldo smirked, kissing him gently and whispering into his ear. âCum for me baby boyâŠâ his fingers just barely teasing his prostate as he pinned Feletâs hands above his head
âTake the blindfold offâŠwant to see youâŠplease.â Felet almost sobbed, so close to coming as Arnaldo teased him but he wanted to see what Arnaldo looked like as he came.
âSo needyâŠ.â He chuckled as he teased, âfirst youâre begging to cum, but now that i allow you, you donât want to?â
"Y-You never let me see you...want to...need to." He gasped, squirming on Arnaldos' fingers. Oh what he wouldn't give for it to be this man's cock. But he hadn't ever gotten that. Just fingers and tongue and toys. "Please...I want to see you when I cum."
His finger curled teasingly inside him, curious just how long Felet could hold on. âAnd what shall I get in return for granting this request, hmm?â He smiled as he toyed with him, finger stroking his prostate mercilessly
Felet cried out, eyes clenched tight as he arched. "I-Anything. I'll give you anything." He was so close, he probably couldnt hang on if Arnaldo really pushed it. "Please."
âAnything? Anything at all?â He smirked teasingly, his fingers still working him with expert skill
Felet bit his lip, nodding as he squirmed. "Please...please..." He was so close, he didnt know how much longer he could hold out.
Fingers gently pulled out of him, leaving felet laid out on the bed, before something so much larger, thicker, warmer pushed into his hole, sliding in, inch after inch, stretching his hole more than it ever had, going so deep inside him. Lips kissed Feletâs gently, slowly sliding the blindfold off. âCum for me Felet.â
Felet whimpered when he was left empty, opening his mouth to complain before Arnaldo pushed into him. "O-Ooooh." He blinked at the light, trying to get his eyes to focus on the man hovering over him. He tried to speak, to tell Anubis he was gorgeous, but he couldnt make the words come out. Instead he cried out as he came hard between them.
âThats a good boyâŠ.â Arnaldo growled put softly as he thrust deeper, feeling the boy cum around him as he bottomed out inside him, âyouâre all mineâŠ. Only mineâŠ. My FeletâŠ.â He kissed him as he came inside him, flooding his insides with his warm thick seed, claiming him, marking him inside and out as his and his alone
Felet almost sobbed at the feeling of Arnaldo finally cumming inside him, gasping into the kiss as he rocked against his cock. "Don't pull out...not yet...please..." He wasnt sure when or if he would get to feel this again and he wanted to memorize the feel of being impaled on Arnaldos massive cock. His eyes were glossed over, face flushed.
Arnaldo slowly rolled his hips into him, cock rubbing right into Feletâs prostate, pushing his cum deeper even as more of it pumped into him âI wonât darlingâŠ.â He kissed his cheek, holding him close, fully impaling the much smaller man on his massive cock
Felet whimpered, hips rolling to try and meet Arnaldos movements. "Feel so good...y-youre so big...fuck...how do you wear pants..."
Arnaldo chuckled, kissing him âmaybe I should stop wearing pants and just wear you instead, hmm?â
Felet nodded, heâd agree to anything if it meant Arnaldo stayed inside of him. He had never had anyone this large before and god it felt amazing. Every time Arnaldo moved Felet moaned, his stomach bulging out with the mans cock. Felet arched, gasping as he reached down to rub Arnaldos cock through himself and whispering. âIâd love to be your cock sleeve.â He knew his ribs couldnât take rough sex but all he could think about was Arnaldo holding him down on the bed, of the bruises on his wrists from the mans hands, of his monster cock slamming into him over and over and over again. He would take the pain if it meant Arnaldo stayed inside of him and kept claiming his body. Felet clenched down hard around Arnaldos cock as he pushed himself up to whisper in the mans ear. âWould you tie me to you? Always have me in your lap? And when you want to fuck me, just bend me over the nearest desk or table and make me scream for you? And when youâve pumped me full of your cum would you tie your good boy in place and eat your cum from me until I was sobbing?â
Mmm that sounds perfect⊠but i think instead of tying you to me, you should be holding on to me if you wanted it bad enoughâŠ. Only good boys get railed and used as a cock sleeve, and good boys stay where they are put, no matter what is being done to themâŠ.â He grinned, kissing up Feletâs throat, leaving a deep bruise
"W-What about when you fuck me enough to knock me out? Ill fall off." He bit his lip as Arnaldo kissed his neck, tangling his hands in the mans hair.
âGood boys stay where they are putâŠ. No matter whatâŠ. A good little slut will stay on a cock even if hes passed outâŠâ he smirked, devouring his mouth in a passionate kiss
Felet flinched slightly when Arnaldo called him a slut but kissed him back. He didnt want to be Arnaldos slut, even if thats all he was good for. "W-What about a-" he cut himself off. This wasnt anything more then sex, it had never been anything more than sex, no matter what Arnaldo made him feel. He was a whore, good for a cheap fuck and not much else.
He kissed him deeply, suckling marks against his throat âshhhhhhâŠ. Youâre mine⊠only mineâŠ. For as long as youâll have meâŠâ his hands roamed feletâs body possessively
Felet nodded, moaning pretty for the man. It was the first time he had ever faked the noises for Arnaldo. He knew the lawyer would hear the difference, but he couldn't make his mind stop long enough to loose himself in the moment again. He was just a slut, property to be rented and then thrown away, no one would ever or could ever want him for him. "Daddy..."
Hearing Felet put on a fake moan, he stopped, pulling away from his boy, looking over him concerned. âAre you ok my love?â He gently caressed his cheek unable to help but smile, looking on the beautiful face that he could now call his own. âBaby boyâŠ. My sweetheartâŠ. You can tell daddy if something doesnât feel rightâŠ. I want you to feel good tooâŠâ
"I....I don't wanna be your slut..." He leaned into Arnaldos hand, eyes closing. "I know that this is just sex for you b-but I just...I kinda fell in love with you...and I don't want to just be you're whore..."
âOh felâŠ.â He pulled him in close, kissing him. âI have loved you more than anything since our first time togetherâŠ. This is so much more than just sexâŠ. Sex is just a bonusâŠ. I love you Felet⊠you arenât a slut or a whore to meâŠ. Youâre mineâŠ. In every possible way I can have you⊠that was just dirty talkâŠ. But if hearing me call you that bothers you, I wonât ever call you that againâŠâ
@divineandmundane
Alexandre was already in a cranky mood by the time they stopped for the night. Him and his husband were traveling between countries at the moment and of course that meant long days in the carriage together filled with arguments. So, the moment they stopped at the inn that the royal entourage was taking over for the night, he scoffed, said "Really? This fucking dump? Like I'll get any sleep here", and stormed off alone.
He gripped onto the decorative cape with his family's emblem on it and pulled for a moment. He tried to resist asking for this, because he knew exactly what Clayton was going to say, but he needed to "Please fuck me now... Please... You can pull out... We're going to try again tonight... I just want to feel you..."
Clayton had sworn on his life that he wouldnât fuck the prince until an heir had been born, but hearing his Alexandre beg, he felt his cock stir to oblige. He hadnât cum since the last time he was with Alexandre, hadnât even touched himself. How could he? This cock belonged to the prince, what right did he a lowborn commoner have to pleasure it? If he fucked Alexandre, his husband would know, that hole would be gaped open for weeks âmy princeâŠ.â He whined softly, âplease do not ask this of me⊠i have given sacred vows, do not ask me to betray them, for i do not have the will to deny youâŠ
"Please... My love... Just give me something... At least my mouth... Please..." He clung harder to Clayton, just so desperate for anything from the man he'd always loved.
Hearing his prince beg, his resolve crumbled, kissing him passionately as he pinned him to a tree, should his head be mounted on a spike the next morning, he would die willingly, having satisfied his prince. His massive hands ran along Alexandreâs body, his mouth devouring alexandres, his massive body towering over the small slender body of his love
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The dreams started not too long ago, and they only ever got more vivid. Sterling falling. Sterling sinking. Sterling begging. The arrows flying through the air. He couldn't handle it anymore. Some days, he would stick around his husband just in case, but most days, Sterling was too busy for him to be able to be near him.
This morning, as Warren woke up from another nightmare, he saw that Sterling wasn't in bed. After a bought of panic, he rushed to dress himself and search for him. He barely caught Sterling before he had walked out into the courtyard. "Woah! Hey! Maybe not outside today..." He wrapped his arms around his husband and walked him back away from the door. "It's probably going to rain today, so let's do some library time. Yeah? Yeah. You can read a book about... Book stuff... And I can eat you out in the way that makes it hard for you to read a book."
"Yes... Thank you..." He dropped his forehead so it rested right where Sterling's pussy was under his pants. One week wasn't a lot but it was a week he could spend convincing Sterling not to go.
He ran his hand gently through warrens hair, trying to ignore the throbbing between his legs having Warrenâs face there âwhats gotten into you lately WarâŠ. Youâve been more manic than usualâŠ. Youâre not using again are you?â
He tensed up at that question. I'm the past, why he'd started using, was to deal with his dreams. But he wanted to be good for Sterling now, so he'd not even seen any of his old vices in months. "No... Of course not... I'd never..."
Sterling looked down on him with such concern on his face, his hand gently caressing Warrens cheek lovingly âI truly hated that year we had to send you away to that convent⊠i would hate to be apart from you againâŠ.â
Warren hugged his legs tighter "No... No... I won't use again... I made that promise... I won't break it..."
âThen whats going on with you? Youâve been all over the place, so clingy and rambling nonsense, youâre starting to scare me darlingâŠâ
"I can't explain it, Sterling... Just... Just trust me okay?"
âI do trust youâŠ. But I cannot cut myself off from my duties as king without some explanation, my loveâŠâ he knelt next to him so he could look him in the eyes
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Sterling had washed ashore, his clothing torn arrows pierced across his body, only barely clinging to life, his breaths shallow as his blood flowed like the water around him, his head bleeding from a wound that had hit him quite hard. It would be months before he had recovered enough to wake, no sign of his former life left, no memory, just the smell of a man, one who had been tending to him this entire time, the feel of his hands upon his skin the only thing his mind had held to.
"Nothing? Not even your name?" He furrowed his brows and glsnced over at the pile of clothes he'd had to cut off of the prince. The very obviously royal clothes.
He frowned as he tried to think, coming up blank. âIâŠ. I donât remember anythingâŠ. There are impressions⊠fuzzyâŠ. I was sad before⊠worriedâŠ. ScaredâŠ. I feel none of these things nowâŠ. And you seem⊠familiar, or at least i seem to trust you, or feel comfortable around youâŠ. I did not feel any panic in realizing that i am utterly naked under this blanket, and that you have been caring for me so, must mean you knew me, right?
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Kade sat outside the school, picking nervously at his fingers. Hed never had a friend before, and he was honestly just waiting for the day that Quinn revealed that all this had just been some elaborate prank. He glanced at his phone, checking to see if the other had texted him, they had agreed to meet out here, so Quinn could come over to Kades house for the first time after school that day, but Quinn was now ten minutes late, and Kade was about to just go home alone and cry in his bed.
Quinn rushed out to Kade about fifteen minutes past when they were supposed to meet. "Thank fuck you're still here" he was out of breath. "Sorry. The football team needed help with party prep for after the game tonight."
There were already tears in his eyes, he had just gotten up to start walking, he quickly wiped his eyes, trying to disguise the crying, his voice breaking as he spoke ây-you showed upâŠ.â
"Well yeah. I said I was gonna show up, that means I'm gonna show up." He pat Kade's back. "Come on. I can drive if you want."
âOh⊠uh thanksâŠâ he smiled a little at Quinn, following him. He had actually called his chauffeur to come pick him up, but he quickly sent a text to cancel that, not wanting to offend his friend who he was sure was just looking for an excuse to get rid of him.
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Sterling knew he wasnât really supposed to be wandering around down here, but he was curious. This castle had supposedly been in his family since ancient times and legend had it that it was haunted by some horrible monster that had spent generations terrorizing the kingdom. He didnât really believe in all that stuff, but he couldnât deny that it certainly was spooky down here. He was a little excited that his family was moving in here, that hed get to live in this bit of ancient family history. He was dusting things off, peeking into crevasses, only to find himself in the crypts, finding a coffin that wasnât entirely sealed. He looked inside, finding what appeared to be an old dessicated body. He couldnât figure out why, but he felt so drawn here. He reached his finger out, accidentally pricking it on one of the surprisingly sharp fangs on the body, a drop of his blood falling into its mouth.
It had been centuries since Warren had given up. Losing the love of his life, so soon after becoming an immortal monster, had turned him into a much worse monster than he ever would have been. Eventually, though, he grew tired of tormenting and he retreated into a, hopefully, eternal hibernation. A hibernation that was ended early when his consciousness was woken by a familiar taste. Color and softness returned to his cheeks for a moment as he suddenly sat up in his coffin, freezing as he was staring at the perfect image of his love.
Sterling gasped, watching this body come back to life before his eyes, everything in him was telling him to run, to hide, to flee from this predator, but terror had him rooted to this spot, unable to move
Warren leaned forward, opening his mouth to reveal the set of fangs that Sterling had just cut himself on. He licked them slowly, his body contiuing to move slowly, sizing up his prey. A brief moment later he lunged. In a burst of speed, far more than any human could have, he had Sterling pinned against a wall as his fangs pierced Sterling's throat and he began to drink the familiar taste.
Sterling was a bit surprised at the moan that came out of him as he was suddenly pinned to a wall, fangs sunken into his throat and being feasted on, draped in the vampires arms in the exact position that centuries earlier, his ancestor had died in having this exact thing being done to him.
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Sterling still wasnât entirely sure what tonights event was for, not that he ever knew what any of these galas and balls were for, his father always kept him well away from the particulars of the family business. He was the baby of the family, the spoiled pampered little princess of the Shawcross-Leightons. The crown jewel and pride and joy of the family, the most sought after bachelor of all of high society. Sterling was used to being dressed up for events like this, not thinking anything of it when his father had flown in designers and stylists from around the world, making custom outfits just for tonight, perfectly tailored to accentuate everything about him. When he finally joined the party it was an endless stream of people, everyone here seeming to want to talk to him, wandering hands, people standing far too close, compliments, promises, offers to take things to more âprivateâ accommodations, trying to steal kisses, offers to dance, and Sterling handled it all with grace and poise, only managing to free himself and escape to a secluded balcony to catch his breath for a moment, looking up at the night sky, the moonlight bathing his fair features, making him look like a star fallen from heaven longing to return to the sky. He was unaware that this had all been part of the plan, giving the son of the mafia boss the perfect opportunity to come in and sweep sterling off his feet, his prize, bought and paid for to clear Shawcross-Leighton debts.
Warren rolled down the window and shouted out of it at Sterling. "Keep the burger king crown for next time, it suites you!" Then he sped off before Sterling could do anything about it.
The next morning he sent a selfie and "Selfie for the contact?"
He tore the crown off his head, tossing it after the speeding car, flipping him off. His disheveled look certainly sparked talk, rumors already flying that he had been seen being dumped out of Warrens car, everyone knowing by now that hed clearly been deflowered and defiled by the future mafia don, the offers for his hand in marriage suddenly all drying up.
He yawned the next morning, still half asleep as he checked his phone, snapping a hasty photo as he got up, not realizing that his full nakedness could be seen in a reflection of a mirror in the background, leaving absolutely nothing of his body to the imagination, in what was supposed to be an innocent early morning face pic, was now secretly a slutty full nude shot, both the front and back reflected in the mirrors of his room
He whined so desperately being called a good boy, eyes tearing up, hearing the praise from his father, his slick cunt rubbing harder against his shoe, so wet and so needy, he wouldnât be surprised if that shoe had a mirror shine by the time he was allowed up. He moaned, feeling his hair gripped tight in his fatherâs hand, staring up at him with the widest most submissive eyes, lips stretched tight around the root of his cock, his throat massaging that cock even if he was still being held in place. His tongue swirled around it, tracing every vein and ridge, memorizing the way it felt inside him, wanting to be so good for his daddy.
The sheer, unbridled devotion of it nearly buckled Addison's knees. The feel of that wet, desperate heat grinding against his shoe, the sight of tear-filled, adoring eyes, the intricate dance of a tongue working within the tight confines of his own fleshâit was a symphony of submission composed just for him. Every fiber of his being thrummed with a savage, triumphant electricity. He had crafted this perfect creature, this beautiful, needy thing that existed only for his pleasure and approval. A low, possessive growl vibrated in his chest as he used the grip on Kieran's hair to guide him, not with force, but with a clear, unyielding intent, setting a rhythm that was a command and a caress. "That's it," he rumbled, the praise thick and potent. "Show Daddy how much you need him. Show me how you'll serve me with every part of your body." He growled in delight seeing the boy's deliverance. "Make me cum, that will be the first load you'll have in you tonight."
His body was moving purely on instinct, the cock in his throat the first and only hed ever had inside him, the first and only hed ever seen. Hed been a good boy, keeping himself chaste and pure for his daddy, never having touched himself, never having orgasmed, his body was a virgin slate in every way, saved for his father in this moment. That cock slid down his throat naturally, as if made to fit there, not gagging or choking on it once, simply sucking it as if that were exactly what it was meant to do. That mouth, working his cock as if hed spent his entire life training to do this, sucking the cock that created him better than any trained whore could ever. He moaned, feeling the desperation of his first ever orgasm building inside him, the praise making it boil inside him, sure that he could climax by the mans praise alone. He kept his eyes focused up staring at his father, moaning around his cock, hips thrusting and circling, riding atop his shoe as if hed been riding cock his whole life. The mans precum was the most delicious thing hed ever tasted, and he could only imagine just how much better his fathers seed would taste. He craved it, had been craving it his whole life, and now, being so close to it, he was suckling on his cock like a babe nursing milk, so hungrily so desperately, like it was his first meal in months, so starving to consume his fathers load. He buried his nose deep in Addisons bush, breathing in through his pubes, the scent of his fathers musk so calming, knowing this was where he was meant to be, this was his lifes purpose.
Kieran moaned desperately, deepthroating that cock over and over as his head bobbed up and down the entirety of his fathers considerable length, his tongue caressing every vein, tracing every ridge, up and down, sucking that cock like his life depended upon it, like he was trying to suck the cum from his balls. His legs were spread wide, splayed out so his crotch was against the floor, grinding himself against the carpet, leaving a trail of wetness soaking into it. He stared up at his father, eyes pleading begging, hoping that this would prove just how desperate he was, that he could show his father that his entire body was begging for the man to take his virginity, this act of utter obedient devotion, not defiance, but following the mans order to the highest degree he possibly could. He stared up at his father through long lashes, batting them as he worshipped the cock that made him, grinding his bare pussy along the top of Addisons shoe, soaking it as he humped himself against the mans leg and foot, moaning desperately, his hands crossed behind his back in utter submission to this man
Addison's world narrowed to the singular, overwhelming reality of his son's utter, absolute surrender. The raw, desperate friction of a virgin cunt humping against the polished leather of his shoe sent a current of dark ownership straight through him, cementing the boy's complete and willing debasement. This wasn't defiance; it was a masterpiece of obedience, a frantic, visceral plea that rendered all previous commands meaningless. A feral, triumphant grin stretched his lips as he watched those pleading eyes, the hands locked submissively behind the boy's back. The desperate, grinding rhythm, the trail of slick heat soaking into his shoe and the carpetâit was the final, irrefutable proof that he hadn't just broken a rule, he had transcended it. "Good boy," Addison breathed, the words a raw, ragged benediction as his fingers tightened in golden hair, holding him right where he belonged. "Keep going like that and soon your pussy will be filled like your throat is now."
He whined so desperately being called a good boy, eyes tearing up, hearing the praise from his father, his slick cunt rubbing harder against his shoe, so wet and so needy, he wouldnât be surprised if that shoe had a mirror shine by the time he was allowed up. He moaned, feeling his hair gripped tight in his fatherâs hand, staring up at him with the widest most submissive eyes, lips stretched tight around the root of his cock, his throat massaging that cock even if he was still being held in place. His tongue swirled around it, tracing every vein and ridge, memorizing the way it felt inside him, wanting to be so good for his daddy.
