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[domvirge]

In Clutch

Word Count: 4938 (Ao3)

Rating: E (Explicit)

Pairing: Dukexiety

Warnings: Oviposition, mtf!Virgil, unrealistic intersex character, blood, gore, cock worship, rough oral, ass worship, cunt licking, spanking, bondage, hatching

After getting stuffed full of spider eggs, Remus gets a special treat when it's time for them to hatch.

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Remus was so lucky he had no control. He would ruin absolutely everything if he could use his hands or buck his hips. At the very least, he could still talk and move his head, everything above his shoulders was free from the web holding him aloft on his back. And he could see the surreal situation he was in. 

Virgil was kneeling between his spread legs, pressing his palms to the duke's hips. His eyes were closed in utter bliss as he ran his tongue up Remus' hard cock. 

“Virgil—” 

“Mmm, what's wrong, Puppy?” Virgil hummed against his cock, letting his full lips brush the velvety shaft, “Don't you like your present?” 

“You know I love it,” Remus pouted, “I would love it more if I could return the favor.” 

“You suck my dick all the time, it's nothing special,” Virgil taunted and sucked on the spot when the skin met the head, “Today is all about worshiping you and your neglected dick before you fall apart.”

Remus whimpered as that tease kissed down his shaft, purring softly as he covered every inch. Those soft lips were already puffy from use, from wrangling Remus into submission. 

He couldn't help but watch his naked boyfriend working his dark magic. Everything about him was absolutely beautiful. His huge jiggly ass was in plain view, sticking out so Remus could ogle it. His dark hair was messy and falling in his serene face, lightly brushing Remus' hip. 

“But your dick is bigger and it tastes better,” Remus whined. He wasn't exaggerating. He absolutely loved to brag about his emo boy’s dick. 

“I'm not a size queen,” Virgil huffed and kissed the tip, “and you're the perfect size for me to choke on.” 

“Aw, do you think I'm talking bad about myself?” 

“No,” he said and licked away a bead of precum, “We both know your ego is as big as my eggcock.” 

Remus snickered, unable to argue with that logic. His ego was gigantic! 

“Don't underestimate your dick like that!” he jeered. 

“After what it did to you?” Virgil scoffed and wrapped his lips around the head of Remus' oozing red cock. He sucked on it and pulled it out like a lollipop, forcing Remus to throw his head back and whine. 

“Mm, I wrecked your ass and then some,” he taunted, letting his hand slide up Remus’ distended belly. 

“It was hot!” Remus giggled, “How many did you get in my bussy?” 

“I'll count them after they hatch,” Virgil hummed and sat up, “Any minute now.” 

“Scare Bear?” Remus pouted and lifted his head. He didn't want him to stop, not when Virgil's throat was unfucked. But his mouth went dry at the sight of his spiderling. 

Virgil's eggcock was bobbing against his navel, oozing slick down to his crotch. His pierced nipples were hard and red, jutting from his soft tits. And then there were his eyes, the four beady ones shone under his hungry human gaze. He was holding back. 

“Am I going to see the beans before the hatching?” 

“Considering that I plan on riding you,” Virgil hummed and crawled over him, “And breaking you like a wild stallion.” 

Remus moaned as four fuzzy limbs shot from Virgil’s back and planted themselves on either side of him. 

“I need whatever I can get to keep my balance,” Virgil taunted and ran his palms up and down Remus’ chest. He dipped his head and licked a long stripe up Remus’ throat. 

“Mmm, Virgil,” Remus moaned as that tease sucked on his Adam’s apple. This man knew exactly how to make his blood burn. Every time Remus thought he couldn't get harder, Virgil just had to prove him wrong in the most delectably sadistic ways. 

“You're such a pretty little snack,” Virgil purred and grabbed his prey’s face. Remus swallowed thickly as that wicked tongue ghosted over his lips. If he could move his arms, he would have pulled that tease into a sloppy kiss and staked his claim over that beautiful mouth. 

“My pretty little slut,” he added and slipped his tongue into Remus’ mouth with a soft moan. The second their lips met, Remus completely lost himself. 

The gorgeous lips that tormented his cock were trying to rip his soul from his body, that sharp tongue was pulling his own into a swift, desperate tango. Remus struggled against his restraints as Virgil claimed him, never letting their tongues fall out of their lustful dance, even when their lips parted and crashed together with wet slaps. 

Virgil was purring and moaning, trailing his hands over Remus' chest and up to settle in his hair. Each whimper and groan he swallowed only served to make both sets of lips slick. 

“You have no idea how wet I am, how bad I need you in me,” Virgil panted when he finally pulled away, a string of spit connecting their kiss-swollen lips. Remus was in a daze, dizzy from the affection and aching for more. 

Before Remus could even think to argue that he needed it more, a few drops of slick fell on his cock, searing him with need. 

To make matters worse, Virgil dropped his hips, trapping his cock between his lower lips.

“Fuck, your cock is fucking throbbing,” Virgil gasped and rocked his hips, smearing his juices all over his prey. He absolutely loved feeling each pulsing vein and ridge rubbing his sensitive folds. 

“Scare Bear,” Remus whined, “Please! Please stop teasing!” 

“You know you love the teasing,” he jeered and let the tip slip in. He took his sweet time sinking onto that aching cock, enjoying the stretch only Remus could provide. 

“Virgil, oh fuck, you’re such a bastard!”

Virgil smirked at him and purred, stroking his ovidick for show. Remus would kill to get his mouth on that thick length, to get Virgil to fill his ass again and again, anything to make him feel the same beautiful agony he was experiencing. 

“Only to you,” Virgil purred and gyrated his hips, pressing Remus against his throbbing walls. 

“At least let me get smoochies if you want to drive me crazy!” 

“You don't have time for that,” he hummed and lifted himself up until only the top was still in his cunt. Remus swallowed thickly, all too aware that he was about to enter the most heavenly hell. 

Virgil braced his hands on Remus’ heaving chest and slammed his hips down with a slap. 

Remus threw his head back and groaned as Virgil set a brutal pace. His eyes squeezed shut as the fire consuming him from the inside out blazed. 

He wanted to move so badly, to meet Virgil’s thrusts as he rode him. He wanted to grab that spidery ass and guide him over his cock. He wanted to feel more and more of his Scare Bear’s skin, hear his shallow gasps in his ear, taste the sweat glistening on that gorgeous body. 

Slap 

“You fucking brat!” 

Remus opened his eyes and groaned as Virgil stopped moving. His breath caught in his throat when Virgil grabbed two green tentacles. His tentacles. Commie and Laggy, the ruthless brats. Of course they would act without his okay. 

“I didn’t mean to! Please don’t stop!” he begged airily, unable to look away. 

“You two,” Virgil said to the tentacles, “don’t get to spank me. You can grope and tease. If you try that shit again I’ll slice you off without a second thought.” His tone was icy and dark, getting the tentacles to quake and Remus to shiver. He was too hot and bothered to feel threatened by this lethal spider. 

Virgil released the tentacles and circled his hips, mainly to get Remus’ attention where it needed to be. He was pleasantly surprised to see two more tentacles creep out from behind Remus. They were a little more hesitant, but eager to act.

“Grope and tease, no spanking,” Virgil said and leaned over to kiss each tentacle, “And no aphrodisiac.” 

He was pleased when two of the tentacles wrapped around his torso and curled around his neglected tits. The other two went for his ass, kneading his cheeks and spreading them to tease his puckered hole. 

“Mm, they’re such good boys,” Virgil purred and dug his nails into Remus’ chest. Remus whimpered, loving every single touch to the point of insanity. 

“Only for you,” Remus panted, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth. 

“And you’ll be a good boy and fill my cunt with a fat load of cum,” Virgil replied with a dastardly smirk. 

“Yes, Sir!” 

Virgil purred and got back to slamming onto Remus’ cock. He was moving so fast that Remus swore he would launch himself across the room with his thrusting, at least if he didn’t have his extra limbs holding him in place. 

Remus couldn't keep quiet, moaning and crying out as his body went through sensory hell. His cock was throbbing and oozing, getting squeezed by an equally needy cunt, slick with a mix of his own pre and Virgil's juices. He could feel Virgil's flesh give under his tentacles, letting him squeeze and knead wherever they could reach. It wouldn't take long for him to snap. 

Virgil wasn't fairing much better. He was trembling as he rode his duke, unwilling to let himself slow and slow the pleasure building in his core. He loved knocking Remus against the back of his cunt. He loved getting Remus’ heavy balls to slap against his ass with each thrust. He loved all the sounds coming from the duke's mouth. 

All that would have been more than enough to drive Virgil to the edge, but those greedy tentacles just had to get involved. They were cool and slick against his burning skin, squeezing and kneading him in all the right ways. The ones on his tits latched their suckers on his nipples, twisting and pulling them rhythmically, not faltering even though his entire body was bouncing from the force of his thrusts. The tentacles on his ass kept sticking and unsticking their suckers to mark him while their tapered tips rubbed his clenching hole. 

“Virgil—Oh fuck!–I can’t–I’m gonna!” Remus keened as his abs clenched. He was gritting his teeth, fighting the urge to explode. 

“Cum!” Virgil barked and worked his hips even faster. He gritted his teeth and hissed as he overworked himself. He was clenching and oozing, just as close as Remus. 

His nails broke through Remus’ skin and it was over. 

Remus screamed as his cock spilled over. Virgil pulled him out to just the tip, letting the fresh cum ooze over his lips. That was all it took for his human legs to give out and his cunt to gush and throb, ripping a desperate cry from his throat. 

And then Remus groaned in pain. 

Virgil slid off him and placed a hand on Remus’ belly bulge. It was moving. 

“Any last requests before you go Alien on me?” Virgil panted and ran his free hand through Remus’ hair. 

“Let me watch that booty shake before you sit on my face,” Remus gasped as his face twisted in pain. The tentacles retracted into his back again, sensing that they were going to be in danger. They were right.

Virgil rolled his eyes and sighed. Remus could have asked for anything—getting to fuck Virgil's throat, having Virgil bathe his entire body with his tongue, endless kisses and praise—but he just had to ask for something embarrassing like that. 

“Seriously?” 

“Yeah!” Remus grinned, “If the dinosaurs got a light show, I should get a show before that ass-teroid obliterates me!” 

Virgil stared at him like he was nuts. That silence was more room for him to talk. 

“I'm like Sir Mix-a-lot—I like big butts and I cannot lie! And you know spiders have the fattest asses in the animal kingdom! Do you have any idea how much of a bonus that is for me? My sweet, scary, sexy boyfriend is also stacked like IHOP and he jiggles like Jell-O!” 

Virgil sighed, hiding a laugh, and got into position, locking Remus’ ribs between his knees. The tricky little bastard just had to wolf-whistle and pant like a dog. What did he really expect from this disaster? Silence and awe? Get real! 

Remus was far too enamored to think. His favorite butt was hovering over him, covered in little suction bruises from his trusty tentacles, and poised to tempt him into breaking his bonds—or trying to break them, since he knew he couldn’t. 

“The thing I do for you,” Virgil sighed and ran his hands over the curve of his ass, cupping both cheeks where they met his thighs. Remus could not look away, not that he wanted to. Virgil lifted his cheeks as high as he could and bounced them on his hands, praying Remus couldn’t see his mortified blush. 

Remus was not paying any attention to his face, not when Virgil pulled his hands away and let that ass drop, bouncing and jiggling back into place. Remus regrettably had to turn his head to one side so he wouldn’t choke on his own drool, but he kept his eyes where they belonged and let out a low moan. 

Virgil resigned himself to his fate, being in love with an idiot who was far too obsessed with his ass to function, and braced his hands on Remus’ thighs. He owed Remus this much for what was about to happen. 

He peeked over his shoulder and pouted. He was doing this for Remus, the least the duke could do was look at him dead on. He cleared his throat and slapped his ass, loud enough to shock Remus into turning his head back where it was supposed to be. Virgil had to bite back a laugh at the drool running down his cheek and the stars in his eyes. 

“Pay attention, you know I don’t do this often,” Virgil said and resituated his hand so he could balance. With a deep breath he swayed his hips and mentally prepared himself. Remus was far too eager for his liking, but it beat him being disinterested. 

Remus moaned like he was getting his own booty railed the second Virgil started twerking. His blood was rushing to his half-hard cock from the sight of those plump cheeks bouncing overhead. He would never get tired of watching that ass quaking and jiggling, whether by Virgil’s own doing or by Remus pounding the everloving hell out of his spiderling. He wanted to do so much more than watch, even if he was enjoying the show. 

“You dirty slut,” Virgil laughed airily, eyeing Remus’ stiffening cock, “All it takes is a butt to get you rock hard.” 

“Nuh uh!” Remus argued, ignoring the pain in his belly, “It has to be your booty! You have enough cake to feed three weddings!” 

Virgil stopped twerking and reached back to spread one of his cheeks. Remus got to see his tight little hole and his sloppy creamy cunt. He keened at the sight of his own cum oozing over those pink lips. 

“Enough cake for three weddings and a creampie! Fuck, I need a taste!” Remus whined, “Please! Sit on my face and force feed me!” 

“Tongue out.” 

Remus obeyed and let his tongue flop on his chin with a splat. He was a slobbery mess and craving his boytoy. He was excited for whatever Virgil had in store for him. 

“That’s a good boy,” Virgil said and dropped his hips even lower. He took his time, rubbing his ass on Remus’ face, covering every inch with his puppy’s drool. Virgil would ever admit it, but he loved when Remus worshiped his sensitive ass with that foul mouth. The filthy reverence and restrained carnal desire with every last lick and kiss sent a wave of heat through him. 

When he was satisfied with getting his glutes bathed in Remus’ drool, Virgil spread his cheeks and situated himself on Remus’ face, wiggling to get comfy. 

“You know your sign?” he asked and rolled his hips, getting Remus to groan. His cock was already leaking. 

Remus snapped twice and lapped at his folds, desperate for more. Virgil was more than happy to oblige. 

He couldn’t stop staring at Remus’ cock. He never did get to finish blowing him, which was such a shame. Virgil had plans for that dick, from swallowing it and teasing it, to milking it with his tits. He could torture that cock for hours and not get bored, he’d done it before, edging Remus until he couldn’t even speak. 

And then Remus screamed into his cunt. 

Virgil’s eyes snapped from his bobbing cock to his belly and saw the bulge was moving. The eggs were hatching and the spiders were tearing through his flesh to escape. There was one way Virgil could dull the pain, a way they’d both enjoy. 

He leaned over and pressed a wet kiss to the leaking tip, swirling his tongue around the head. Remus’ breath hitched and he keened, unable to beg for Virgil to take more of him. He was so fortunate that Virgil wanted to take all of him. 

Remus was in heaven and hell as Virgil took him all the way down his throat. He could feel that tease’s nose bumping his sac and he swore that bastard wanted him to die a very sexy death when he swallowed. His insides were burning, getting torn apart by tiny venomous fangs, the pain was enough to make any normal man pass out. It only served to make his blood boil and his cock ache. 

Virgil was aware that Remus wasn’t licking up his mess or teasing his holes, too distracted by the sharp stinging pain in his belly and the hot mouth on his cock. He didn’t care if Remus didn’t work his magic on his cunt, he could cum from sucking him off. 

He bobbed his head, never letting Remus leave his throat, even as he gagged. He loved the salty taste hitting his tongue. He loved feeling that cock throbbing in his throat, imagining how it would feel throbbing in his other holes. He loved knowing that he could satisfy his boyfriend with his mouth alone, a mouth that would warm his cock through the winter if he could. But he still needed to breathe. 

Virgil pulled off with a pop, leaving that beautiful cock covered in drool, the same drool coating his chin and chest. His cunt was gushing all over Remus’ face, making the both of them messes. He gasped for breath, preparing himself for the next plunge. A mouthful of Remus’ seed would send him over the edge again. 

And then Remus screamed and shook violently, straining against his bonds. Virgil dried his eyes and glanced at his belly. The bulge was moving and bruising. He could see one point peaking over the rest. Out of the goodness of his heart, Virgil unleashed his chelicerae and used the sharp fangs to slice through his skin. 

He jolted back as an army of spiders poured out of the fresh wound. Remus was still screaming, but he spared a few seconds to lick into Virgil’s cunt. 

“You’re still alive?” Virgil gasped and wrapped his hand around Remus’ dick. He was going to make damn sure Remus was overwhelmed with ecstasy instead of agony, and maybe rip another orgasm out of him before he finished counting the hatchlings. 

Pain. Searing pain ripped through Remus as his intestines dissolved and withered. He was bleeding internally, bleeding out on the web and Virgil's floor. But his mind could only register the sensation of a warm hand stroking him. He could only focus on Virgil rubbing his velvety shaft and swiping his thumb over the slit. 

Until he felt the urge to cough. 

He snapped twice. 

Virgil climbed off him and bit his lip, not taking his eyes off the flood of spiderlings crawling from their nest. 

Remus coughed up blood, splattering it over his chin. And then he smiled at Virgil. 

“I didn't want to get blood in your spussy!” he giggled and coughed again. 

“And if I wanted that to happen?” Virgil winced, still counting the hatchlings. Remus’ eyes went wide and he couldn't fight the grin splitting his face. 

“Get back up here!” he gasped, “That's so hot!” 

Virgil chuckled and promptly straddled his head. Remus wiggled as much as he could, excited to get back in action. Knowing that he could get messy was all the incentive he needed to deliver. 

The second that beautiful butt brushed his face, Remus darted his tongue out, lapping at whatever he could reach. He shivered at the moan that slipped from Virgil’s lips and let his blood mix with the ambrosia of slick raining down on him. 

“Fuck,” Virgil hissed and bit his lip. Even when he was bleeding out, Remus could work dark magic with that mouth. He ground on the duke’s face, smearing their shared mess all over him. If the brat kept this up, he’d lose count. 

Instead of letting Remus get the upper hand, Virgil got back to stroking his still hard cock. Only Remus could stay erect when his blood decided it didn’t want to stay in his arteries. It was almost comical how Remus moaned at the slightest touch, only to fall into a coughing fit. Virgil couldn't judge too harshly when his walls were clenching from the vibrations those coughs sent to his core. 

“Damm,” Virgil muttered when the flood of spiderlings slowed to a trickle. He really went overboard last time, stuffing Remus full of eggs until he passed out. There were so many little spiders! 

As soon as he was sure the last leggy baby was out, Virgil struck, leaning over and swallowing Remus’ dick. His eyes fluttered shut as he finally got to savor his prey just how he liked, on edge and ready to burst. With the threat of a full load pumping down his throat and a brat tongue-fucking his cunt with reckless abandon, Virgil knew he was going to cum first, giving Remus one last mess for the evening. 

And then Remus snapped his fingers. 

Virgil refused to give up his treat, but lifted his hips so Remus could breathe. 

“How many—How many babies?” he gasped and whimpered. Virgil was trying to suck out his soul through his dick, and he was so close to succeeding. And he wasn’t stopping until he got his reward. 

Remus moaned low in his throat and threw his head back, dizzy and dying for release. He would get an answer when his Scare Bear was fed and his cock was limp and coated in spit. 

Those luscious lips, that tight throat, that warm mouth. It was all too much.

Remus keened and trembled as he came. He kept shooting jet after jet of white hot cum into Virgil’s mouth until he fell limp and panted like a dog. 

Virgil pulled off with a pop and licked his lips. He wasn’t wasting a single drop. He got Remus to cum, and he was still on edge. But he took pity on Remus and released him from his bindings and carried him to his bed. 

“How many?” Remus panted and nuzzled into his shoulder. 

“1912,” Virgil said softly, “if you want to end the scene now, we can.” 

“But I have a sexy new hole that you can fuck! It’s big enough for that fat ovicock!” Remus whined. Virgil scrunched his face up in disgust and shook his head. 

“I’m not feeling it today. Don’t move, I’ll get you cleaned up and I’ll bring you a snack.”

“The only thing I want to eat is that ass!” Remus laughed, “The scene might be done but I’m not! I want to make you cum again first! At least once!” Then he willed away his injuries and sat up, still covered in bodily fluids. His cock instantly sprang up too. 

Virgil crawled next to him on the bed and dropped his arms and torso. 

“No more eating. Just fuck me like the dog you are,” he said and wiggled his hips. Remus beamed and got up, pausing to press a kiss to his favorite booty in the whole world. He loved how Virgil shivered at such a delicate touch. 

“I said no eating,” he huffed.

“I just wanted to kiss my boyfriend,” Remus giggled and grabbed his hips, lowering them just enough so he wouldn’t have to strain his legs. 

“Sappy. Shouldn’t you be getting your revenge by destroying my cunt?”

“Why would I want revenge?” he laughed and lined up, teasing his cock against Virgil’s messy puss, “I want to return the favor! I haven’t cum so hard in ages!” 

Any retort Virgil had died in his throat. Instead he let out the sultriest possible moan as Remus slid into him. 

“You’re so sexy!” Remus purred and ran his hands over the juiciest peach in the mindscape, “How hard do you want it?” 

“Harder than saying sorry,” Virgil huffed, “And you can do whatever you want with my ass, since you’ve been a good boy, Puppy.” 

“Say no more! Unless you want to moan my name and praise me or beg me for more!” Remus giggled and swatted that booty. Virgil groaned and wiggled his hips back impatiently, hoping Remus would take the hint.

He sure took it!

Remus grabbed two fistfuls of that supple ass and clawed into Virgil’s tender flesh as his hips snapped forward. He set a rough pace, slamming in as far as he could go, letting his balls slap against Virgil’s ovicock. He kneaded both cheeks and snarled, willing to do anything to get Virgil to cry out and claw at his sheets. 

“I swear,” Remus hissed as his hips slapped against Virgil’s wetly, “Your ass is applauding me more than your mouth!” 

“Aah! Fuck! How?” Virgil gasped and moaned. His cunt was squelching, unwilling to let Remus go, and the bastard was going all out! 

“It’s clapping!” Remus laughed, “Even when I’m trying to hold it still!” 

“Then—let go! You want it to bounce!” Virgil groaned between needy whines. Remus wouldn’t deny that! He let those cheeks fly freely, slamming into them and watching them jiggle all for him. 

“Puppy! More!” Virgil ordered and met his thrusts. Absolutely nothing could compare to Remus pounding him, no toy curved just right to stretch him, each ridge and vein was perfectly placed to grind against his most sensitive areas, and the noises the duke made were musical. 

Remus spanked him hard, leaving a handprint on that quaking ass. His free hand rested right above Virgil’s tailbone and he dropped his thumb to tease his second hole. 

“Remus! Remus!” Virgil gasped, “Finger me! Fuck me!” He was shaking and arching off the bed, panting with his mouth wide open. Such a beautiful sight, and Remus took pride in knowing he was the only one who got to see this side of Virgil. 

He pushed his thumb past the tight ring of muscle and gently slid it in and out, a stark contrast to his hips, fucking into his Scare Bear so hard that they got coated in pearly slick and his own blood. 

Remus slapped his ass again and growled, “Tell me who’s a good boy!” 

“Remus!” Virgil keened as his walls started throbbing, “You’re a good boy! Such a good boy!” 

“And you cum on good boys’ cocks!” Remus snarled and grabbed his hair, pulling him up to his chest. 

“Yes!Oh fuck! Make me cum on this fat cock! Drain your balls in my cunt!” Virgil keened and turned his head to look Remus in the eye. He was so pretty with those lidded eyes, puffy lips, and flushed cheeks. 

“You’re too hot to be real!” Remus grunted and let go of his hair to hold him up by the torso. 

“Kiss me—I’m real—I need you—” Virgil gasped. Remus grabbed one of his tits and squeezed it, getting him to cry out. That’s when he struck, licking into that beautiful mouth and swallowing his cries. 

Virgil was shaking, twitching and so close. Remus kept thrusting, even as his core tightened like a spring, ready to snap. 

“Love you, Remus,” Virgil muttered between kisses, “my good boy.” 

Remus keened into the next kiss as his hips spasmed, knocking into the back of Virgil’s cunt over and over. Hot ropes of cum erupted from his cock, spilling into that hot wet cunt and clinging to the walls. He bit Virgil’s lower lip and twisted his nipple. 

It was all too much. 

Virgil’s whole body spasmed and clamped down on him. Slick shot from his egg cock as Remus worked him through his orgasm. 

He went limp in Remus’ arms and tilted his head back to rest on his shoulder. 

“Fuck cleaning up,” he breathed, “Don’t pull out. Let me keep you warm while we cuddle.” 

Remus giggled and kissed his forehead before removing his thumb. 

“After all that, how can I say no to you, Scare Bear?” he giggled and carefully laid them both down. 

“With your mouth, dumbass,” Virgil huffed fondly as Remus wrapped his arms around him. 

“Nah, I don’t want to! I love you, Scare Bear!” he said and nuzzled his neck, “And the next clutch should be even bigger!”

“We’ll see,” Virgil mumbled and closed his eyes. Remus giggled and kissed his shoulder as he fell asleep. 

“You’re the best, Virge,” Remus sighed fondly and let himself drift off. He didn’t care if he woke up covered in spiders.

[domvirge]

FuzzFeed

Word Count: 2416 (Ao3)

Rating: E (Explicit)

Characters: Virgil, Remus, Mr. Fuzzy

Warnings: Cursed, cum eating, masturbation, fantasizing, voodoo kink, cumflation

Virgil learns what his gift, Mr. Fuzzy, eats and has to feed him since Remus is unable to.

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When Virgil found out his secret Santa present was alive, he naturally freaked out. Mr. Fuzzy was an eldritch horror with spindly legs and tentacles that it hid in its mass of hair. Virgil was fortunate that it was calm and enjoyed sitting with him without bothering him. And it liked cuddles. Virgil got comfortable with it being there most of the time. 

But it seemed like Mr. Fuzzy wasn't entirely satisfied. Everyday it escaped his room in the morning and then again at night. Virgil assumed it was hunting, since he had no idea what to feed it. And that would become his biggest problem.

...

It was late in the day and Virgil was in the common area, half-listening to Roman's latest fantasy about true love. After a while they all blurred together, so he could afford to let his mind wander. 

“—and then he’d—Do you mind?!” Roman suddenly snapped. Virgil glanced up from the couch and immediately understood Roman’s distress. Remus was standing in front of them, staring at Virgil with the creepiest smile. 

“I don't mind at all!” Remus giggled, “But I need to kidnap Scare Bear for a bit!” 

“You are not taking him on your quest!” Roman snarled and shifted in his seat to guard his friend. 

“You're right! I'm not! I just need to talk to him about something before I go!” Remus shrugged, “It won't take long!” 

Virgil sighed and got up, much to Roman's dismay. This had to be serious if Remus wasn't getting too creepy or horny. He would have to handle it before he got stuck worrying about it. 

Remus beamed and dragged him off. Virgil was questioning all of his life’s choices as Remus shoved him in a closet just down the hall. 

“Ooh, this would be a fun place to—” 

“What do you want?” Virgil cut him off before he could go on a tangent. 

“Right! So you know Mr. Fuzzy is a good little horror, and it gives you space. Well it still needs to eat and it's been coming to me daily for some noms. I can't feed it when I'm away so you have to.” 

“When were you planning to tell me that detail? I thought it hunted its own food. What does it even eat?” Virgil huffed. 

“I was going to tell you when you decided to ask!” Remus said brightly. 

“What. Do. I. Feed. It?” Virgil snarled, already fed up with his nonsense. 

“Mr. Fuzzy eats cum!” Remus beamed. 

Virgil stared at him, trying to figure out what the fuck the duke was thinking. 

“It eats—” Virgil said slowly, “—cum? As in—” 

“Yup! Mr. Fuzzy sucks more dick than I ever could!” 

Virgil should have been disgusted and offended. He had been cuddling with a ball of hair that was consistently feasting on Remus' jizz. But he almost expected something like that or worse. 

“How often does it need to eat?” Virgil sighed and ran his hand through his hair. 

“Every two days, bare minimum. But if you want a happy healthy hairball, twice a day!” Remus said proudly and put his hands on his hips. Virgil was tempted to punch him in the face. 

“How do you expect me to get it up twice a day?” 

“Use your imagination! You can always pretend you're about to rail the juiciest butthole in the world!” Remus cheered. 

“Remind me to kill you if the orcs don't,” Virgil sighed. He would have to figure something out. And he would have to deal with Roman’s inevitable interrogation. 

“Sexy!” Remus jeered and wiggled his shoulders. Virgil was in too deep and he hated it. 

...

Later that evening, Virgil was in his room, scrolling through Tumblr. He was desperate to find something to trick his dick into getting hard. He couldn't let Mr. Fuzzy starve! 

No amount of fetish art of big beefy fat men and monsters could turn him on. No muscle jocks posing or sultry twinks could make him hot—not even femboys in cat ears did the trick! And Mr. Fuzzy was staring at him pitifully. Virgil hated that he had to do this to feed his hairball. 

“Dude, you gotta stop looking at me like that. I'm trying here. I'm not as easy to turn on as Remus,” Virgil sighed and set his phone aside. 

Mr. Fuzzy chirped and undulated into his crotch. Virgil leaned back on his elbows and stared at the hairball. It was purring violently, vibrating through his jeans, and it felt good. The poor thing was really hungry.

“It must be so easy to get him riled up. I bet he doesn't even have to jerk his cock to get it fully hard. He just has to pull it out and it's ready to go,” Virgil sighed. He could picture that bastard stripping, running his hands over his hairy chest, arching sensually, getting turned on by his own body in the mirror. 

Fuck. He could imagine that tease crawling over him, running those hands all over him, begging for his cock. Virgil bit back a groan as he imagined those impish eyes devouring him, taunting him into fucking the shit out of that cute ass. And then he'd whine and beg for it as Virgil teased him relentlessly. 

Virgil bit his lip and focused on all the things he could do to Remus—locking that brat’s cock in a cage and making him dry hump his leg, smothering that smug face with his ass and putting that tongue to work, spanking the duke until he came from the pain. It was just enough to get his blood flowing south.

Mr. Fuzzy squeaked and chirped excitedly, squirming and wiggling on his lap. Virgil scooped it into one hand and got up, ignoring the strange licking sensation on his palm. 

“Alright, alright,” he said with mild exasperation and a hint of fondness, “I hope you don't have teeth.” 

Mr. Fuzzy's tentacles squirmed and it bounced on Virgil’s palm. He had to fight back a laugh as he unzipped his jeans. Mr. Fuzzy was just as excited as Remus would be. 

“I don't know why you're excited, even if I'm hard it'll take a while to give you what you need,” Virgil sighed and shimmied out of his pants, letting his cock out, “I can’t believe I'm doing this.” 

He sat down and held Mr. Fuzzy eye level. The poor thing was not pleased about waiting even more. 

“Once I start, I might get rough, I want you to chirp twice if you need me to slow down and three times if you want me to stop.” 

Mr. Fuzzy purred and squirmed, agreeing to those terms. At least Virgil could understand what it meant. 

“Cool,” he said and placed the eldritch fuzzball on his thigh. The sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could bleach his brain. 

He was not prepared for the shrill shriek Mr. Fuzzy let out. He glanced down just in time to see it rub against his hard-on like a cat. It was surprisingly soft with just the right amount of friction. 

“You okay?” Virgil asked, “Sorry if it's smaller than you're used to.” 

Mr. Fuzzy stopped and turned its eyestalk towards him, silently judging him. Virgil was longer than its entire body! 

“I never said I was small. Just smaller than what you're used to,” Virgil huffed and averted his gaze. So what if he expected Remus to be bigger when he was hard? Remus always bragged about how much he loved his own dick, it was a fair assumption. 

He couldn't help but imagine Remus smirking at him, stroking his hard cock for show. He would whine and groan, riling himself up to the point that gobs of thick pre would cover his fingers. He'd taunt Virgil, goad him into pinning him down and sucking him off. 

Virgil squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered. He wanted to swallow that bastard and send him over the edge over and over. His own cock twitched as the thought became clearer. 

He could practically taste the duke’s salty cock on his tongue. He wanted to hear Remus' shallow breathing and needy whimpers as he held those bratty hips down. He wanted to be the one to break Remus before he absolutely railed the royal reject’s ass. 

A frustrated chirp brought Virgil out of his musings. Mr. Fuzzy was holding itself up on the tips of its tentacles, struggling to get its mouth on Virgil's dick. It was unfair that it was so short! 

Virgil sighed and gently picked up the hairball, careful not to poke its eyes. He held it over his cock and watched it undulate gleefully. Mr. Fuzzy was almost too excited to get fed. 

“You are just as bad as he is,” he huffed fondly and lowered the hairball until his tip brushed its underside. 

Mr. Fuzzy squealed excitedly and opened its mouth. Virgil was pleasantly surprised to feel the inside of that fuzzball—it was soft and wet with ridges along the walls, and its tongue was wiggling against the underside of his cock. 

“Shit!” Virgil hissed as he sank in deeper. He would stop when Mr. Fuzzy alerted him or when he reached the end, whichever came first. 

He was surprised when Mr. Fuzzy hit his crotch. It looked the same as before but he was balls deep in the eldritch mess. 

“Of course Remus made you a bottomless pit,” he huffed and shook his head. Mr. Fuzzy’s tentacles wiggled around its body and it purred proudly. 

Virgil groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. The little fuzz ball was like a vibrator, quaking so violently he could feel it traveling down his cumvein. 

“Shit, you're really hungry,” Virgil hissed and slowly slid the furball up until just the tip was inside. He ignored the glare Mr. Fuzzy shot him and lowered it at the same speed, getting familiar with the walls buzzing around his cock. 

“Fuck, Remus,” he grunted. He could practically hear the duke gagging on his cock, gliding over it too slowly for his liking. He could see those miserable teary eyes begging for more. Why was Remus always a pretty little slut in his imagination? 

He picked up his pace slightly, imagining that the tongue teasing the underside of his cock was Remus' tongue. Mr. Fuzzy was warm, wet, and vibrating around him. 

Virgil wanted to have Remus sucking his cock. He wanted that little bastard to worship it with his lips and tongue. He wanted Remus to want him, to crave him. 

Mr. Fuzzy seemed to be having fun. It snaked its tongue out to caress and tease Virgil’s balls. It could smell the cum churning in them, and it was excited by the sheer weight on its tongue. 

“Fuck—keep doing that—” Virgil ordered breathily. His free hand ran over his chest, clawing at his pecs, while he jerked himself even faster. 

What he wouldn't give to have Remus' head in his grasp, guiding it over his cock. He wanted to fuck that bratty throat so hard he broke Remus' nose. He would look so hot covered in blood, spit, and pre. His hazy eyes would be locked on the cock that wrecked him rather than the man calling the shots, at least when Virgil gave him some time to breathe. 

Mr. Fuzzy was getting dizzy from the new speed, unused to it but still enjoying it. It could taste so much pre spilling into its mouth. It wasn't nearly enough, but it has some tricks up its metaphorical sleeve. 

Virgil let out a long moan the second Mr. Fuzzy amped up the vibrations. His hips jolted and he couldn't hold them back. 

Mr. Fuzzy squealed like R2D2 once Virgil fucked into it with reckless abandon. He was snarling, letting his balls slap against Mr. Fuzzy’s underside. 

It was so hot and wet around his cock. Those walls were pulsing around him while they vibrated at top speed. His balls were tight and his cock was painfully hard. 

“Remus, oh fuck,” he growled. It was so easy to picture the duke on his hands and knees begging for Virgil to ruin his cute little ass. It was too easy to picture Remus' arched back, to taste the salt on his skin, to bite into his shoulder. 

Virgil’s hand moved at light speed, meeting his relentless thrusts audibly. Mr. Fuzzy was purring up a storm, tightening around him to make him spill over. 

And then Virgil suddenly froze and moaned from the back of his throat. Jet after jet if fresh cum spilled into the eldritch hairball. 

“Shit,” Virgil sighed and carefully pulled out. At least Mr. Fuzzy kept him clean. He held the hairball up to meet his gaze. 

“You good?” he asked. Mr. Fuzzy chirped tiredly, but happily. 

“Did you get enough?” Virgil continued, praying that the answer was a yes too. 

Mr. Fuzzy purred and curled up in his hand, too full and sleepy to give him an answer. It was an answer in itself. 

Virgil set Mr. Fuzzy on the bed and let it sleep. He had to clean himself up, find Janus, and burn this from his memory. 

What the hell was Remus thinking? 

.

In the Imagination… 

Remus had to laugh. He truly expected to be completely obliterated by orcs when he came across an encampment of them on his quest. And not the fun kind of obliterated. 

He did not expect to fall on his knees in front of them while something giant stretched his booty wide open. And he sure as hell didn't expect it to make his belly bulge up to his ribcage. 

The orcs clearly did not expect it either. And they sure as hell didn't expect it to shrink and grow, picking up speed, as if it were something trying to burst through the intruder. 

They scattered thinking it was a dragon hatching in this moaning idiot. Remus, the moaning idiot, couldn't tell them that he was just getting railed into the ground voodoo- style. 

By the time he busted three fat nuts, Remus was a babbling mess and his belly was swollen with imaginary cum. His pants were ruined and he was tempted to go back to the mindscape and find Virgil. If the hyper voodoo was anything to go by, Remus had to get some firsthand experience! 

Who would have guessed he'd feed Mr. Fuzzy straight from the source instead of on a tissue or a sock!

Author's notes:

Mr. Fuzzy 🤝 Remus

Loving that emo dick

And this meme was on my mind the entire time I wrote this

[domvirge]

Time for some piercing hcs about my favorite gremlins because fuck it

Dicked:

Remus either only has a gay earring or he can get dragged around by a magnet. Tongue? Nipples? Hafada? Guiche? Reverse Prince Albert? Frenum and Lorum? Collar bones? Eyebrow? Ears? Nose? He has them all!

Virgil has his ears and cartilage pierced and he also has spider bites and an eyebrow piercing that everyone knows about. He also has his nipples and hip bones pierced, a couple frenum piercings and either a magic cross or apadravya

Cunty:

Remus: Tongue, ears, collar bones, eyebrow, nose, nips. But also a couple Princess Dianas, a Christina, a fourchette, and an VCH or glans

Virge: ears, cartilage, eyebrow, spider bites, nips, hip bones, tongue, VCH or triangle

More info on some piercings here and here

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Goddess

Word Count: 16,211

Pairing: Dukexiety

Rating: E (Explicit)

Warnings: MtF!Virgil, oral, lap dance, muffing, body worship, nipple play, tit fucking, pierced genitalia, ass eating, 69ing, fingering, anal, spanking, fem terms used for mtf genitalia

After years of distance and a dramatic transition, Vi is both nervous and excited to have her feral boytoy all to herself for the night. Of course that boytoy is just as excited to get a taste of his girlfriend and worship her like the goddess she is

[royalass23]

Smut Drabble: Deserved Punishment/Dukexiety

Prompt: "Do you think you deserve a punishment/reward?" / Remus x Virgil

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Virgil sat on Remus' back, ignoring his grunts and groans as he squirmed beneath him. While Remus laid nude, Virgil was fully clothed in his usual outfit, fingering his ass with one, slow agonizing finger. His other hand rested firmly on his ass cheeks, gripping and squeezing at them every so often.

"Tell me, Remus," He hums, smacking his pale skin, earning a filthy moan. "Do you think you deserve a punishment?"

"Yes!" He pleads, wiggling his ass for him, gasping loudly as Virgil finally slipped a second finger inside him. He ground his hard cock against the ground and Virgil swatted his ass again, enjoying the way he left a bright red handprint on his fat, pretty ass.

"Oh? You sure? You seem like you want a gentle little reward, you've been a good boy haven't you?" He mocks, knowing his distaste for praise, and Remus shakes his head.

"No! No! Been so bad! So bad-" He's interrupted by Virgil roughly grabbing at his greasy hair, tugging his head back, enjoying his blissful expression and sweet whine.

"Mmh, such a naughty whore, how should I punish you? Should I paddle your ass until it's black or blue? Edge you until your begging to cum and then overstimulate you until you're begging for me to stop? Hm?"

"All of them! Vee please!" Remus moans.

Virgil snorted. "Eager? Go fucking bend over the bed, you can crawl over with me on top of you can't you? Go on pony boy."

[domvirge]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Thomas Sanders Shorts

Relationship: Remy/Andy (shorts sleepxiety)

Characters: Remy, Andy

Additional Tags: Smut, Hate Sex, Hate to Love, Oral Sex, Small Penis, Anal Sex, Spanking, Sub!Remy, Dom!Andy, Remy Sanders is a Brat, Andy Sanders is a Little Shit

Summary:

Remy is a star, and he is the queen bee. But a certain edge lord refuses to bow down, even on the bottom. And then he shows Remy how it's done

[domvirge]

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Offer He Can't Refuse

2 chapters, total WC: 10,546

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dukexiety

Warnings: ftm! Virgil (mixed terms used), ass play, marathon sex, nipple play, light D/s, body oil, oral, accidental voyeurism

[domvirge]

Monster Mash (pt 2)

Word Count: 4333                                 (Ao3)

Rating: E (Explicit)

Pairings: Dukexiety

Warnings: bondage, spit kink, face sitting, cum play, sub!remus, confessions, slapping (consensual)

You would think Remus would be satisfied after a monster gangbang, but he didn't get any cock from Virgil! He isn't letting fatigue or his own feelings get in the way of that!

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Remus had to be careful as he snuck out of Roman's castle. The prince would be lenient with Millie, Aton, and Bela, but certainly not with him. He did have his own castle to make a mess of and not clean up. 

He held his prizes and his stupid Frankenstein hat in one arm, and his boots in the other as he crept through the royal hallway. He just had to get out and to his room and he could get an even nastier fucking! 

"And what do you think you're doing?" 

Remus paused mid-step and glanced to the side. Roman was standing there with his arms crossed. He was in his favorite pajamas and he looked exhausted. 

"Me?" Remus cooed and fluttered his lashes as he put his foot on the ground. He knew he was in trouble, might as well have fun with it. 

"I was just heading home after a great party!" 

Roman scowled at him.

"I swear if you left that guest room in disrepair I will end you." 

"Oh, Harlot's Web made sure we didn't break anything! You don't have to worry about anything except putting the bedding back on when it's dry! He made sure to use extra fabric softener!" Remus answered with a giggle. 

"You seduced Virgil?!" 

"You were there, that incubus seduced me!" Remus groaned and rolled his eyes, "It's not my fault you can't get his massive dick!" 

"I don't want it. He is my friend and I would be loath to see him fall victim to your games and corruption." 

"You really don't know, do you?" 

"And what information am I missing?" 

"I'm the only one who's getting hurt." And he's not as timid as you think. 

"I fail to see how I would miss that. You don't hide your bruises." 

"And you're supposed to be the romantic side," Remus scoffed and rolled his eyes harder, "Now if you'll excuse me I have to get ready for round 7!" 

Remus left Roman sputtering and made it back to his room. So what if he had feelings for Virgil? Virgil would only see him as a pest who craved his cock. So what if Virgil was only using him to keep his sex drive in check? Getting his attention was more than enough to keep Remus from being miserable. This was fine. It would have to be. 

He stuck his little trophies on a shelf, making sure that he could see them all from his bed. Millie's hat and prosthetic tail were right next to Aton's extra bandages and Bela's cape. It was almost perfect. He was missing something from the last person at the orgy. As if he didn't have enough reason to go to Virgil's room! 

He stretched and sank out, expecting to be thrown around and forced to take whatever Virgil would give him. Or maybe he'd be immediately tied up on a web. 

But when he rose up, Remus was disappointed. Not only was he fully dressed, Virgil was in his pajamas, lounging on his bed with his headphones on. At least he was still hard. 

"Oh," Virgil said when he saw Remus, "I didn't think you'd actually show." 

"Why wouldn't I?" Remus pouted. 

"You just spent like two hours getting hardcore fucked. I figured you'd get to your room and pass out." 

"Nope! I still want your dick!" 

"Keep wanting," Virgil said and got up, "Maybe you'll get lucky." 

Remus was going to ask what that meant when Virgil snapped his fingers. In an instant he was naked and tied to the bed by his wrists and ankles. Now this was what he needed! 

"What do you mean by that, Sir?" Remus asked and fluttered his lashes. He could play it cute and innocent! 

"You're not the only one who wants cock," Virgil hummed and pulled his shirt over his head. Remus absolutely loved seeing so much skin, especially when Virgil had the perfect blend of muscle and chub. And then he saw the dark green lipstick mark on his chest—he had to be a better sub than Millie! It should have been his lipstick there!

"I need it—I need your cock!" Remus whined. He was surprised to get a sharp slap to his scratched up cheek. 

"Forget something?" Virgil growled and grabbed his jaw, forcing Remus to look at him.

"Sir!" 

"That's better," Virgil hummed and smacked his cheek again, much more lightly. 

"You got enough attention tonight, getting exactly what you want," he said, "Now you're giving me what I want." 

He knelt over Remus' shoulders and dropped his hips. Remus whined pitifully and ogled the covered cock overhead. He would kill to have it down his throat. 

"If you need it so bad, you can worship it like your new god." 

"But, Sir, your pants!" Remus whined. This was no way to feed a good little cock slut! 

"I'm not getting rid of them yet. If you can get them off with just your mouth, I might let you lick the tip," Virgil jeered wickedly. In this position it was an impossible task—a task Remus would struggle to do. 

"Yes Sir!" Remus gasped delightedly. He craned his neck and pressed an open mouth kiss to the base of that promising bulge, licking at the pesky fabric in his way and moaning at the promise hiding beneath it. 

He kissed and sucked up and down that length as far as his neck would stretch. It was torture, being so close but so far from his prize. Virgil was moaning softly for him, clawing his hair to stay grounded. 

"Fuck, you're such a dirty slut," Virgil hissed as Remus nibbled on the underside of his cock. His pants were wet with drool and clinging to him. And to make matters worse, Remus was staring up at him with the hungriest, neediest eyes. 

"Getting fucked wide open by three giant cocks wasn't enough for you," he continued, watching Remus through lidded eyes. The duke was struggling to reach his waistband, whining desperately as he stretched his neck. He was so determined to get his mouth on him, yet so pathetic in his attempt, it made Virgil's cock throb. 

"No, Sir! Only your cock can satisfy a rotten whore like me!" Remus whined pitifully and mouthed at the wet patch he made. 

And then Virgil got up, leaving Remus to whine and struggle against his bonds. He wasn't done! He could get those pants off if he had more time!

"Shut the fuck up," Virgil snapped and peeled off his pants and underwear, "You aren't getting any more cock." 

"But Sir—" 

Virgil grabbed his jaw and growled low in his throat. Remus shut up immediately and whimpered. 

"Open that fat mouth and stick out your tongue," he ordered with an edge to his voice. Remus obeyed, expecting Virgil to spit in his mouth. 

But he was pleasantly surprised when Virgil sucked on his tongue and kissed him. Remus could hardly care to keep up, moaning as Virgil devoured his lips, staking his claim on the needy duke. 

Remus hated to admit that he could cum from Virgil's kisses, especially when they were so forceful and sloppy. He was burning up and itching to pull that incubus closer. 

Virgil pulled away with a gasp, as if he didn't just steal Remus' breath. The string of spit connecting them and the hazy look in Remus' eyes made him groan in the back of his throat. He was such a pretty slut. 

Remus was entranced by the carnal glare, framed by dark purple eyeshadow. He wasn't thinking when he swallowed thickly. 

"Who said you could put that tongue away?" Virgil snarled and grabbed his jaw with bruising force. 

"No one, Sir," Remus gasped and squirmed. He wanted to touch that beautiful bastard and beg for forgiveness. Instead he stuck his tongue out again and whined. 

Virgil smirked and let go of his jaw. Before Remus could complain, he straddled the duke, facing away from him. It gave Remus the perfect view of his fat, spidery ass. 

"Snap twice if you need air, okay?" Virgil said and spread his cheeks, showing off his tight little hole, twitching with anticipation. Remus whined and snapped twice just to prove he could. 

"That's a good slut. Loosen me up, show me you're not just a pathetic bottom bitch," Virgil purred. Remus drooled at the prospect of eating that booty like groceries. 

Virgil lowered his hips until the tip of that tongue was right at his entrance. He hissed when he felt that slick muscle against his hole and rocked his hips, letting it slip in and out on his terms. 

Remus groaned and wiggled his tongue, teasing Virgil right back. He wished his hands were free so he could tease him more! 

"Fucking brat!" Virgil hissed and sat on his face. Remus couldn't complain, not when he could lap at that tight hole without restraint. 

He loved how Virgil twitched over him with every long swipe of his tongue, how he clawed at Remus' chest when Remus circled that pucker. He loved the sighs and moans spilling from his spider's lips and he loved being smothered by that bouncy booty. 

If only he could use his hands! Remus struggled against his bonds in vain. He needed to touch, to knead and slap those plump cheeks, to pull Virgil down closer and taste his depths. But he could work with this. 

Remus teased his way inside, drooling in anticipation. He moaned and whined as he flicked his tongue against Virgil's throbbing walls, thrusting in and out to open him up. Virgil was moaning and clawing his chest, praising his slut without words. 

"Mmm, fuck, you've been practicing," Virgil purred and circled his hips, grinding on Remus' face, forcing him in deeper and grinding his full cheeks all over his slut's face. It was just like heaven for Remus, but oxygen was a little issue. 

Remus snapped twice and Virgil got up and off the bed. Remus was tempted to complain—he wasn't done with that butt! But he certainly didn't when he lifted his head and saw Virgil kneeling between his legs. 

"Finally," Virgil purred with an edge to his voice. He grabbed Remus' red cock roughly and licked his lips. It was enough to knock Remus' head back and rip a groan from his throat. 

"I waited all night for this," Virgil said and leaned down to kiss the oozing head, "I can't wait to drain you." 

"You really should've kept the succubus horns, Sir!" Remus hissed as Virgil ran the flat of his tongue over his oozing tip. 

Virgil paused and glanced up at him, still pressing his tongue to the red tip. Remus dared lift his head and bit his lip. The smile that crossed Virgil's lips was dastardly. 

"I know I said I was dressed up as an incubus," Virgil mumbled against him, "But I'll let it slide." 

"You will?" 

"Mhm, because no one can suck you off better," Virgil hummed before taking the head of Remus' cock into his mouth. 

Remus let out a soft groan. How was he supposed to last when Virgil was teasing just the tip so damn well? He couldn't even think when that wicked tongue was circling the head and teasing just below the ridge. 

Virgil was enjoying the show Remus didn't know he was putting on. The captive duke was trembling and panting, more aroused than any of the monsters could make him. He took pride in the fact that a little sucking, licking, and rubbing Remus' cock against his cheek could wreck him. 

But he was going to do so much more. 

Remus keened and snapped his head up the second Virgil cupped his balls. His eyes glazed over when he saw that devilish man bobbing his head and taking more and more of that cock in his mouth. Virgil looked like he had the best treat in the world. 

"Oh my fuck—Sir!" Remus moaned, "I'll cum if you keep going!" 

Virgil fought back a smirk and sank down until he reached Remus' hips. He kept running his tongue over the length, tracing the throbbing veins, and swallowed thickly. He wanted Remus to cum down his throat, even if it meant he wouldn't be able to get it up again. 

Remus was struggling against his bonds. He just wanted to sit up and brush Virgil's bangs back so he could look into those dark eyes as he crumbled. His cock was straining as it oozed down Virgil's throat and he was sure this would be the end of him. 

But then Virgil did something unexpected. He let his jaw drop and guided Remus' aching balls into his mouth. Remus swore under his breath and drooled at the sight. He was going to die a very sexy death—the sucking and swallowing mixed with the threat of sharp teeth and a teasing tongue were all too much to handle. 

"Ooh—I'm gonna—gonna—You're too good, Sir!" Remus moaned as his balls tightened. Virgil hummed and swallowed even faster, trying to milk him dry. He held Remus' hips down and watched him come undone. 

"Virgil!" Remus practically screamed as his entire body quaked. His toes curled and his fists clenched as his head fell back in the bed. His cock pulsed and twitched as he spilled over, and over. 

Virgil took some pity on him and pulled out so just the head was between his lips, shooting a fat load onto his tongue. It took a lot of effort not to swallow. 

"Shit," Remus panted, not daring to look up when Virgil released his softening cock, "Did I say the wrong thing, Sir?" 

Virgil hummed noncommittally and rubbed Remus' hips to ease some of the tension he built up. If Remus couldn't get hard again he was going to have to be gentle with him, whether Remus liked it or not. 

Remus did not appreciate the lazy response from his supposedly tough dom. He looked up, fighting back the haze fogging his mind, and immediately understood that Virgil was holding all that cum in his mouth. 

"Let me taste! I need to know how I taste on your tongue!" Remus whined. He hissed when Virgil dug his nails into his sides, drawing blood. 

"Please, Sir!" Remus keened, "Please make me eat my cum!" 

Virgil smirked and eyed the duke's dick. It was already getting hard again. He had to make it worse for Remus before exhaustion caught up with him. 

He purred as he ran his tongue up from the base of Remus' cock to his belly, smearing cum on his sweaty skin. He could lick this slutty royal reject for hours, making him squirm and whine so prettily. Virgil had to take his time once he passed the duke's navel, just to enjoy his abs while he could.

"You're evil!" Remus groaned, "The worst kind of tease, Sir!" And he loved every second of it. 

Virgil paused before crawling over Remus. He was scowling, staring down at the brat. Remus swallowed thickly and whimpered. He was ready to be punished however Virgil saw fit. Anything to keep that burning gaze on him. 

Virgil grabbed his hair and yanked it, making Remus cry out. He struck while that fat mouth was open and licked into it, letting Remus taste the last of his cum. 

The salty, sultry tang of Virgil's lips would have been enough for Remus, but the sweet heat of their cocks grinding together sent him to a whole new level of needy. He was ready to decay like this if it meant he could meld with Virgil even more. Even the slight brush of those purple bangs on his face was almost too much.

And then Virgil moaned into the kiss and tightened his grip on Remus' hair. His hips shifted up and back, as if he were getting his ass fucked. He was fingering himself. Remus would give anything to watch that, except for the filthy tongue tango he was a part of. 

But Virgil just had to pull away, panting like a dog in heat. Remus blinked his eyes open and bit back a whine. Virgil was staring at him through lidded eyes, and his red lips were parted slightly. His messy hair was like a violet halo on a fallen angel, and Remus wanted to give him anything he wanted. 

"How did you taste?" Virgil asked and let go of Remus' hair. He let his hand slide over the scratches and green lipstick mark, pausing under his collar bone. 

"Not nearly as good as you, Sir," Remus breathed, "I need you to fuck my throat and my ass with your thick juicy cock." 

"You need to be grateful you're a living dildo instead of a fleshlight," Virgil said darkly and clawed into Remus' chest, "My living dildo. Anyone can have your ass, but your dick is mine." 

Remus shivered at the possessiveness in his tone. It was all for the scene, but he could pretend for a little while that there was more to it. He could pretend or end this with one word. He couldn't stop. 

"Sir, please use my slutty, dirty body—please let me be the one who makes you cum!" 

It was like all the weight of the world got lifted from his shoulders when Virgil grabbed the base of his cock with a lubed hand and sank onto it. 

"Fuck!" Virgil hissed and sat on his haunches. No matter how much he stretched, he was always so tight. He was squeezing poor Remus with his walls as he slowly sank further down. 

"Damn you're big," Virgil huffed once he bottomed out. 

"Thank you, Sir! Your ass is incredible—I love y—how it's throbbing around my cock!" Remus whined and lifted his head.

Virgil was towering over him, glowing in the dim light. His chest rose and fell as he adjusted to the intrusion. His cock was bobbing with each slight movement and it was oozing down the shaft. 

"You're so much prettier when you behave," Virgil purred and rolled his hips, ripping a moan out of the duke. 

"Thank you, Sir!" 

Virgil smirked at him and lifted his hips. He slammed back down with a growl and set a fast rough pace that had him bouncing on Remus' cock. 

Remus' eyes threatened to roll back in his skull but he had to watch, even for a few minutes. He needed to see Virgil riding him, his whole body bouncing with each thrust. He was arching back, showing off his untouched neck, taunting Remus into wanting to mark it. 

"Remus—oh fuck," Virgil groaned over Remus' cries and moans and leaned back, bracing himself on Remus' thighs so that cock would slam into his prostate. His cock was bobbing, slapping between their bellies and flinging precum all over. 

Remus couldn't take much more! Virgil was clenching around him, leaving a slick burn as he rammed his hips down. His groaning was so musical. He set a fire in Remus' skin wherever he touched. 

"Sir! I'm gonna—!" 

"Hold it!" Virgil ordered and grabbed his cock, "You don't cum until I do!" 

Remus wailed and tried to think of anything to keep him from exploding. It was nearly impossible when Virgil was moaning like a pornstar and stroking his cock out of time with his thrusts. His walls were trying to milk poor Remus dry. 

"Remus! Oh fuck yes!" Virgil groaned and rolled his hips, pressing Remus' cock against his walls. 

Remus nearly screamed as his entire body tensed. He trembled as his cock twitched deep inside Virgil. He was almost ashamed he couldn't last longer, and even more so because nothing came out. 

And then he went limp. 

"If I pull out now, will you get soft?" Virgil asked, "Are you done?" 

"My dick is done, but my ass is available!" Remus said with an airy laugh. 

Virgil got up and banished the ropes. 

"You got your ass torn open and fucked by three massive cocks. You're done," Virgil said and conjured a warm washcloth. 

"I'm not done!" Remus whined, "I didn't make you cum! Again!" 

"You don't have to," Virgil sighed and wiped the mess off Remus' hips and chest, "I said you could come over if you really wanted to get wrecked, and that's what happened." 

"But what about you? I don't want to leave you with blue balls!" Remus whined. 

"You won't. I can finish in the shower. You need to rest." 

"But I want to make you cum! I want to make you cum and realize that you want more than just my sexy body!" 

"You're literally the only person who ever sees how dirty I can get. Isn't that enough of a hint?" 

"I thought you just needed a little slut for stress relief," Remus giggled and rolled on his side, "and I was the perfect candidate because I am the best slut and I'm crazy about you to the point of being your whipping boy!" 

"Seriously?" Virgil asked shyly and bit his thumb. 

"Yeah! But I'm okay with being a piece of meat for you!" 

"I'm still not fucking you," Virgil said and sat down by his head, spreading his legs and banishing the wash cloth, "But if you want to help—" he trailed off. 

Remus' eyes were transfixed on his veiny cock, especially when Virgil wrapped his fingers around the velvety shaft. He was so slow and gentle, barely bunching the skin at the head. It was as hypnotic as the rise and fall of his chest. 

"Remus," Virgil gasped and clawed into the sheets with his free hand. Remus glanced at his face and smiled. His eyes were closed and he was biting his lip. He was too pretty. 

"Sir," Remus muttered and nuzzled his side, "You're so debauched, putting on a show for your whore. Reminding me of how fortunate I am to be your toy." 

"I wouldn't have to put on a show if you put those hands and mouth to work!" Virgil hissed, "It wouldn't take as long if you did something." 

"What do you want me to do, Sir?" Remus purred and kissed his side. He loved how Virgil twitched from such a simple touch—the curse of practically edging himself all night. 

"Don't suck, just use your lips and tongue," he said and let go of his cock, "I want to cover your face in cum. I want to see your face." 

Remus giggled and scooted so his head was in Virgil's lap and he could look up at that pretty face smiling down at him. It was amazing how quickly Virgil could go from cold and lethal to emotionally transparent and sweet. 

"Why do you want to see my face?" Remus hummed and kissed the base of his cock. 

"Fishing for compliments now?" 

"Only from you," he teased and trailed open-mouthed kisses up the length of his cock, going slow so he could circle his tongue over the taut skin. 

"You're fucking cute," Virgil said and ran his fingers through Remus' hair, "I want ruin that." 

"I'd look cuter covered in your cum," Remus jeered and nuzzled his cock, staring up at him with a grin, "Your cum, bruises, sweat, and your name on my reddened lips. I'm so cute when you break me."

"I just wanna break you down so badly in the worst way," Virgil hissed before moaning low in his throat. He was throbbing, oozing thick globs of precum down to his aching balls. 

Remus purred and switched to lapping at the salty nectar. He was happy to finally get to savor the flavor of this devil and hear his quiet siren song. He wouldn't have much longer with the way Virgil was quaking and pulsing. 

"Fucking pretty bastard! Gonna—" Virgil gasped. Remus lifted himself up and held his mouth open at the tip, flicking at it with his tongue. 

Virgil's grip tightened in Remus' hair and he grabbed his cock with the other hand, stroking it rapidly to fling himself over the edge. He cried out when he finally lost it.

Jets of hot white cum erupted from his cock, splattering on Remus’ cheek and into his willing mouth. Remus kept teasing him, eager to find out how much those twitching balls could hold. He wouldn’t deny that he also wanted to watch Virgil’s lower abs twitch while the rest of his muscles quaked. 

“Oh shit,” Virgil gasped when he finally caught his breath. He glanced down at Remus and bit his lip. Remus really was the prettiest when he was covered in someone else’s jizz. 

“You were holding back so much!” Remus teased and swallowed whatever had landed in his mouth, “Does my raw sexual energy turn you on more than you want to admit?” 

“Sure,” Virgil scoffed, “It has nothing to do with watching you get put in your place.” 

“That still counts!”

Virgil rolled his eyes and summoned the wash cloth again. He carefully wiped that impish face clean before he took care of his own mess. 

“Can I sleepover?” Remus asked and sat up, expecting the answer to be no. They did just admit to having feelings. It could be too weird. 

Instead of a direct answer, Virgil snapped his fingers and rearranged the scene. 

Remus was thrilled to be under the covers with clean sheets and a tired purple tempest holding him to his chest.

“I don’t mind practicing for our grave plot,” Virgil grumbled, “Just don’t leave before I wake up.”

“So I have permission to pee in bed?” Remus giggled and got cozy. 

“You know what I mean, you dork,” Virgil grumbled.

“Okay, fine,” Remus yawned, “I’ll be a good boyfriend.” He was so comfy and warm that he didn’t realize the words he used. Virgil went rigid for a moment, but relaxed when he heard snoring. He closed his eyes and sighed fondly.  

“You better remember that when you wake up.”

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(part 1)

[farewell-itoshisoup]

it's actually so funny how challenging it is to write bona fide graphic, horny smut. like people don't give smut writers enough credit. you are constantly running out of words to describe the same 2-4 body parts and same 4-6 motions. you are constantly attempting to do interesting and dynamic things in the prose with this extremely limited set of words. you are looking at your prose for the nastier bits and wondering if it actually sounds hot or if it just sounds goofy. you are then toning down your prose and then wondering if it now sounds tasteful or if it's just boring. you do ctrl+F for the word "cock" and there are 37 instances of it in the doc but you hate the 1-2 acceptable synonyms so there's nothing much you can do about it

[domvirge]

Monster Mash

Word Count: 4489                                   (Ao3)

Rating: E (Explicit)

Pairings: Remus/Dragon Witch/OCs, Dukexiety

Warnings: Gangbang, Triple penetration, vampire, mummy, dragon witch, trans fem dragon witch

It's Halloween and Remus has a real mash planned with three of his favorite monsters! But one sly devil just has to take control of the situation and Remus can't complain in the slightest!

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Halloween: the greatest day of the year. Remus absolutely loved it, from the horror and ghouls, to the candy and costumes, but it was always the most fun in the Imagination when the monsters came out of hiding to run amok, or just exist among the people without scaring them. Boring. 

He had plans for the night, and he was going to make sure his sweet ass was stuffed and sore by the end of it! He just had to make it through Roman's stupid party before the real fun could begin. 

Remus knew he looked trashy with only a silly Frankenstein headpiece to go with his black t-shirt and lime shorts covered in eyes. That's what he was going for, otherwise he would have picked out a different pair of shoes. Combat boots really weren't comfortable to stand around in, but he had his reasons for wearing them to his brother's castle. 

Remus let himself in and made his way to the ballroom. It was filled with figments in costume and monsters alike, mingling and dancing under orange and purple lights. He spotted a mad scientist and a pumpkin chatting by one of the grandiose windows, and he noticed a dapper snake in a maroon cape watching the crowd. 

But it was the masked man by the punch bowl he had to annoy first, after all, it was only polite to pester his host first! 

Roman saw him coming and wilted, half of his face showing his scowl. 

"At least you wore clothes this time," Roman sighed. 

"I had the best Adam costume last year! And I have the best Adam costume this year!" Remus jeered and leaned on the table with one hand on his hip. 

"But you're Frankenstein's Creature, barely." 

"You don't watch horror movies, do you?" someone said from the other side of the table. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and one foot on the wall. Remus almost didn't recognize the man in the purple three-piece suit and open shirt, until he saw that tell-tale smirk under those horns.

"No, you know I don't, Moody Gloom," Roman scoffed and glared at Virgil, "Care to explain the joke to the clueless?" 

Virgil pushed off from the wall and shoved his hands in his pants pockets, moseying over like he was the one in charge. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. 

"Princey, Princey, Princey, don't be so bitter. That's my job ," Virgil said in a low, cool voice that tickled Remus' eardrums. 

"My patience is wearing thin." 

"Then let it rest and thicken. No one's mocking you," he hummed and shot Remus a death glare, "Right?" 

"Yes, Sir!" Remus gasped. Even if he weren't in the right mindset to get turned on, this confident, in control, somewhat scary, Virgil could make his blood run south. 

Virgil raised his eyebrows slightly before turning his attention to Roman.

"In I Frankenstein , the Creature's name is Adam. Satisfied?" 

"Yes." "No, Sir!"

Virgil and Roman stared at Remus as he squirmed. 

"I have to attend to my other guests. I'll let you deal with him," Roman said with a dismissive wave. He swiftly departed, leaving Remus alone with one smooth devil. 

Virgil was quick to grab Remus by the shirt and drag him to the wall, pinning him to it roughly. Remus could feel his cock twitching. 

"You know as well as I do, you don't call anyone Sir, even if you're tied down and tortured," Virgil growled, leaning in so close that Remus could feel his warm breath tickling his mustache. 

"You don't wear suits and purr every syllable like you're ready to pounce. My god just take me right here right now!" 

"I don't think so, not when Millie, Bela, and Aton have been asking me if you invited me too," Virgil hummed. 

"Did you want to join? We could use a succubus!" Remus teased and wiggled his eyebrows. 

"I'm more of an incubus." 

"Is that a band pun?" 

"No, I just think that the bottom bitch should be the succubus. And you planned on a monster gangbang." 

"I sure did!" Remus giggled, "I'm a succubus because I suck you best!" 

"Prove it," Virgil purred and leaned in close enough to brush their lips together, "And don't keep us waiting." 

He let go of Remus and disappeared in a cloud of shadows. Remus groaned and threw his head back in frustration. He was hard and needy and the plug in his ass was not cutting it! 

  After pretending to have fun at the ball, Remus decided to get his just desserts. He escaped the ballroom and found his way to the biggest guest room—where he usually stayed. He was so eager to get his ass handed to him that he flung the large double doors open and sauntered in, expecting to see his three guests waiting patiently for him on the oversized bed. 

The doors slammed shut behind him and he realized that they weren't waiting. Aton was free from his bandages, running his decayed, blackened hands all over Millie as he teased a patch of red scales on her neck with his tongue. And Millie had to lower her dress below her belly to make the bulge between her legs less obvious.

But what really stood out was Bela, with his cock out and leaning on his elbows, moaning softly as a certain devil idly stroked his dick. 

"Aw, I thought you were going to wait for me!" Remus pouted. 

"Plans change," Virgil hummed, "It takes Bela so long to get up, it was only fair." 

"Mmm, and we're just following orders," Millie purred and ran her hand over her breast, digging her nails into her skin. 

"Whose orders?" Remus pouted. 

"Why don't you find out," Virgil said and got up. He casually circled Remus, lazily unbuttoning his shirt more. Remus was tempted to grab him and lick every inch of skin as he revealed it. At least until Virgil was directly behind him.

"Down," Virgil said in a tone that made Remus shiver. He swiftly kicked the backs of the duke's knees and let him fall, landing on them. 

"Ooh! You're in charge Virgie? This is gonna be—" 

Virgil grabbed his jaw and glared at him, drying his mouth with a heated gaze. 

"You don't get to call me that. You called me Sir before, keep doing that. Or maybe you'd feel better calling me Master like a good pet. I'll even take Daddy from my bratty boy." 

"And what if I don't?" 

"You don't get any cock in that tight hole. Especially not mine." 

"How am I supposed to be the bottom bitch if no one gets my booty hole?" 

"You have a mouth, and it's more fun to torture you, getting you so close just to rip it away from you," Virgil purred and ran his thumb over Remus' lip. 

"Sir—" Remus gasped and ran his tongue over the pad of Virgil's thumb. 

"That's a good slut," Virgil purred, "now open your mouth and stick out your tongue." 

Remus obeyed, staring up at him with lidded eyes. It didn't take much to bring him into subspace, especially when the dom in question was so easily in control. 

Virgil spat into his mouth and hummed darkly before taking off his cheap Frankenstein hat. 

"Go ahead and get Bela nice and hard, slut, and put on a show for the rest of us," he said and casually sat down in the armchair next to the bed, tossing the hat aside.

Remus whined and swallowed thickly, making his Adam's apple bob. He was always ready to put on a show, and he didn't disappoint! 

"Yes, Sir!" he cooed and got on all fours. He crawled towards the bed, arching his back to draw attention to his swaying hips. 

Bela sat up right to watch him, always a fan of his prey playing predator. He flashed his fangs when he caught Remus staring, just to see him shudder. 

Remus crawled between the vampire's legs and sat up, resting his arms on Bela's thighs. He nuzzled the vampire's cock and peeked up at him innocently. He wanted to get a good look at that perfectly coiffed hair and that prominent brow before he made a mess. 

"I don't have all night. Use your mouth, peasant!" Bela huffed and grabbed Remus' hair. 

Remus stuck his tongue out and let Bela drag him up and down the length of his cock. He loved the coppery, salty taste of his favorite 1930s vampire. 

"Make him gag," Virgil ordered in a tone that could freeze the sun. It certainly didn't cool the fire in Remus' blood.

Remus' eyes went wide right before Bela slammed his head onto his cock. He gagged and flailed as it went down his throat. He couldn't breathe. He almost didn't want to.

He gasped when Bela ripped him off, a string of drool falling from his parted lips. 

"More," he rasped, eyeing the hungry vampire with a submissive gaze, "Please!" 

"Go ahead. Wreck his throat," Virgil said nonchalantly and made eye contact with Millie and Aton, "And you can toy with him, get him out of those clothes. Let's see what this slut has for us." 

Remus moaned low in his throat and impaled his head on Bela's vampiric cock. He needed to taste that salty sweet skin, feel the head leaking on his tongue, smell his musk when he was balls deep. 

Bela wasted no time fucking into that fat mouth. Remus was always so good at swallowing him and using that wicked tongue to tease the underside of his cock. 

Remus moaned and gagged, letting his eyelids droop. He could do this for hours, and he wanted to. There was very little that could be better than getting his thrussy pounded. 

And then Millie came up behind him and hugged his arched form. He could feel her hard nipples digging into his back and her covered lady cock grinding on his ass. 

"What a dirty slut! I bet you want three cocks tearing into your ass at once, isn't that right?" she purred and ran one hand up to his collar while the other rubbed circles around his hardening nipples. 

Remus whimpered, unable to respond with his throat stuffed. Millie did not appreciate that. 

Remus yelped out of surprise when her claws dug into his shirt and the skin underneath, drawing blood. 

"He answers to me," Virgil said from his perch, aware that the dragon witch was trying to take over, even if she didn't know. 

Millie let go of Remus and hissed at Virgil. Bad move. 

Virgil got up and made his way over to her. He grabbed her horns and pulled her away from Remus, letting her fall on her ass. 

"Aton, unwrap the slut," Virgil said as he stared Millie down. She swallowed thickly and glared up at him. 

"Hiss at me again and Remus won't be the only one who can't sit," he added with no warmth in his tone. Remus couldn't tell what he was saying but he shivered nonetheless. 

Of course, Remus has other things to pay attention to. Bela was smearing precum inside his cheeks and pulverizing his esophagus. And Aton was behind him, taking off his boots. He had to wonder if he would be using his feet. He wouldn't mind sucking a few toes!

"So pretty," Aton muttered and slid his long decrepit fingers below Remus' waistband. Remus moaned around Bela's cock as Aton left icy trails on his unmarked skin as he exposed it to the cool air. Of course a mummy would be skilled at making disrobing arousing! 

Aton swore under his breath as soon as Remus' shorts hit the floor. Remus knew that the lack of undies and asp butt plug would get him hot and bothered. 

"Slut. Sit up," Aton ordered and smacked his ass. Remus whined and released Bela's cock and arched back. He wanted to get his mouth back on his that cock and Aton was not about to deny him. 

He pulled Remus' shirt over his head and shoved him back on his hands with absolutely no grace. Just the way Remus liked it. 

He was ready to suck more vampire cock, licking and teasing the head while Aton lazily rubbed his cock. But that wasn't the plan. 

"Flip him over and fuck his ass," Virgil ordered and sat down again, in plain view of Remus. Millie perched on his lap, bare with her lady cock bobbing against her belly, and licking and his exposed neck. His hair was out of place and Remus swore he saw green lipstick on his torso hidden under his shirt. He wanted to be in her place. 

Remus didn't have time to complain, not when Bela and Aton manhandled him onto the bed with his back to the vampire. 

"Such an eager whore," Bela mused and pulled the plug out of Remus. The slutty duke moaned as it slid out of his needy hole. He was so empty, so inviting and hot. He needed to be filled. 

Virgil snapped his fingers and lubed the monsters' cocks, keeping his eyes trained on Remus.

Bela grabbed his thighs and spread them as far as they could go. Aton was kind enough to guide the vampire to the slut's hole and help him slide in. 

Remus groaned and tilted his head back, showing off his neck. It felt so good to be stretched even further than that measly plug could. And he wanted to put on a good show for the ringmaster. 

"More! More!" Remus groaned once Bela was balls deep and throbbing against his walls. He wanted to be torn apart and fucked into oblivion. 

"More?" Bela growled and pulled out halfway, "You don't need more!" To punctuate that statement he slammed into the duke, hitting his prostate dead on. 

Remus cried out and reached back to gain some purchase. Bela's shoulder worked perfectly. 

"You don't need more, but if that's what you want," Bela hissed and spread Remus' cheeks for Aton. 

Remus whimpered and dared glance at Virgil. He wanted that incubus to watch him come undone. 

Virgil was starting him down while he stroked Millie's dragon cock. He looked like he was stalking his prey, completely at ease and unaffected by the scene or the dragon witch running her hands all over him. Remus had to credit his acting skills! 

And then Aton pushed in, slowly grinding up against Bela as he opened Remus up further. 

Remus whined and arched back as his senses exploded. The beautiful heat coiling in his belly made him ache to play with his own cock. But he wasn't going to, not when he couldn't think to move his arms. 

Aton bottomed out and leaned over him, rubbing gentle circles on his hips. Remus wanted him to kiss him and eat his tongue. Instead, the mummy pressed a kiss to his cheek, lingering as he carefully rocked his hips. 

"Doing so good, dear, just relax," he whispered in Remus' ear, "Such a beautiful, pliant harlot." 

"Fuck me more, please!" Remus whined and wiggled his hips, "I'm ready!" 

"Boss?" Aton asked Virgil. 

"Make him forget the meaning of mercy." 

Bela and Aton immediately fell into a fast-paced rhythm, grinding past each other so Remus' prostate would never catch a break. 

Remus wailed and moaned as he bounced between the pair. His neglected cock was bobbing and oozing down to his balls. His belly bulged with each thrust. There was no way he could keep quiet. 

Or so he thought. 

"Millie," Virgil hummed, watching Remus writhe and keen, "I think it's time for you to shut him up." 

"Yes, Master," she said and slipped off his lap. Virgil smirked when Remus spotted her sauntering over. His jaw went slack and his tongue hung out of his mouth. Such an eager whore. 

Remus didn't get to see the way Virgil licked his lips. Not when Millie came up next to him and forced him to face her. Or at least her hips. 

He groaned at the sight of her barbed, throbbing lady cock. He wanted to feel her stretching his throat and ruining his voice. 

"Be a good boy and make me cum down that throat," she ordered and dug her claws into his cheek. And then Bela sank his fangs into Remus' neck. 

"Ah! Yes, Mommy! Use my throat. Stuff my stomach with your cum!" he wailed and panted against the head of her cock. 

"Suck, slut," she growled and thrusted into his mouth, giving him a taste of dragon precum. He closed his lips around her and moaned appreciatively, running his tongue along the underside. 

Bela removed his fangs and ran his tongue over the wound while Millie pounded into Remus' throat, making it bulge. His nails dug into Remus' chest as all sense of self faded and bloodlust took over.

"Aton, darling," Millie gasped and reached for him, pulling him into a kiss. It was sloppy and awkward as they both fucked Remus with no signs of stopping. 

Remus did not appreciate that. He was the living fleshlight, and all of the attention was supposed to be on him and his slutty performance. He could fix that. 

He snuck his hand just past Millie's lady balls and ran his fingers over the skin behind them, searching for the two indents that would get her attention. He pushed into them with his forefingers and tried not to grin at the desperate moan that escaped her. 

"You sneaky little shit!" Millie hissed and pulled away from Aton so she could keep her balance, "Keep that up and I'll ride your pathetic cock before I fill you like you want!" 

"His cock is lonely. That's exactly what he wants," Aton huffed and slammed into him even harder. 

"Needy little bitch!" Mille whimpered. She was rolling with each thrust, too close to the edge. Remus knew she was weak to muffing, fingering her with care while he swallowed her. She was going to break first. 

She keened and threw her head back, breathing fire towards the ceiling as her hips stuttered. The dragon witch pumped a fat load into the duke and pulled out at the tail end so he could get a taste. 

Remus whined and stuck his tongue out, showing off her gift to him as she recovered. He was smart enough to stop using his fingers on her. 

"Show Master how filthy you are," she panted and made him look at Virgil. 

Remus moaned low in his throat as he eyed Virgil longingly. The man was as cool and composed as a certain snake, but he was rubbing his crotch and staring through the duke. He definitely caught that hungry gaze. 

"I bet you could fit three cocks in that bratty ass. You'd look so cute, completely helpless and begging for more," Virgil taunted, "But you don't get my cock until you're a crying, babbling mess. And I have all the time in the world." 

Bela bit his neck the exact second all of the tension in his core snapped. He cried out as hot ropes of cum landed on his belly and his hole clenched on the pair of cocks still tearing into him. 

His eyes rolled back as he continued to bounce and roll his hips. He was so noisy, drooling and aching for more. And he would receive it in abundance. 

  Two hours later, and Remus was a mess of bodily fluids, on his hands and knees with three monster cocks pounding his prostate. His arms were trembling, barely capable of holding his torso up, but Millie was right below him ready to force him back up. 

At least she was paying extra attention to him, running her hands all over his torso, tweaking his nipples, and licking the sweat and tears running down his neck. She even praised him with a little smooch on his neck!

Aton and Bela were too busy swapping spit and making their balls slap against his cheeks. They had enough pity to spare his ass a good slap occasionally. 

It would have been heaven if he had a certain devil watching. 

Virgil had stepped out to grab some water and snacks. He wasn't going to let anyone get dehydrated and hungry. But he sure as hell left Remus yearning for his icy glare. Remus just wanted to make him moan once before the night was over. 

Remus' eyes welled with fresh tears the second he saw Virgil return. He had a chance to be a good boy! 

"Hm, it took you three long enough to make him cry," Virgil said and approached the bed. Remus whined and started up at him. 

"Please—Please Master—" Remus gasped hoarsely as Virgil unzipped his pants. He was ready to break down into tears of joy as that thick, pulsing cock bobbed in the open. It was so red and veiny, and it smelled delicious.

"Please what? Fuck your throat? Cum on your face?" Virgil taunted and stroked his dick for show, spending extra time on the oozing head. 

"Anything you want to do to me, Master!" he gasped and moaned as Bela hit his prostate just right. He was ready for anything Virgil wanted. 

Virgil grinned darkly and slapped his scratched up cheek with his cock. 

"Tongue out." 

Remus obeyed like a dog, drooling for Master to use. Virgil's dastardly smirk was enough to make Remus melt. 

Virgil rubbed his oozing cock all over the duke's face, scenting his slut for the world to know: this bitch was all his, no matter how many people got to fuck him. 

Remus whined and licked at Virgil's cock when it was near his mouth. He wanted to please. He could barely hear his thoughts over the sound of skin slapping. 

Virgil snarled and grabbed his hair, pulling it away from his dick and forcing Remus to cry out and look at him. 

"Did I say you were allowed to move your tongue?" he growled and lightly slapped Remus with his free hand. 

"N-No Master!" Remus gasped, stammering as his mind melted from the brutal fucking. 

Virgil let go of his hair and grabbed his jaw, tilting his head up to look at him. Remus was an absolute mess, staring up at him with lidded eyes as his entire body rocked back to meet every thrust. He was sweaty and trembling, the picture of the submission. And he was staring at Virgil like he held the key to his ecstasy. 

"You're not getting any more cock from me," Virgil said and leaned down.

"Please Master! I'll be good!" Remus whined, "I'll be so good—I'll be your slutty bitch!" 

"I want you to feel every inch of me, to beg for me to ruin you," Virgil purred and licked Remus' parted lips. 

"Please!" Remus cried as Millie grabbed his neglected cock. He was so close to the edge. He just needed Virgil to use his mouth and he would cum. 

Virgil clicked his tongue and kissed him, slipping his tongue into Remus' mouth. He was moaning into Remus, tasting his own pre on the duke's tongue. 

Remus was in heaven. He could feel Millie's tongue on his chest and Aton's fingers digging into his hip. There was so much precum filling him, promising a flood. His core was tight and he was ready to burst. 

And then Virgil grabbed his throat and lifted his torso. If that weren't enough to break him, Virgil squeezed his windpipe. 

Remus spasmed and clamped down on all three monster cocks. White hot jets of cum erupted from his and splattered on Millie's chest. Virgil swallowed his scream and adjusted his hold so he was holding the duke under his arms. 

He was limp and staring at Virgil as they kept plowing him. Remus could have cried when two hot loads filled him. 

Aton and Bela pulled out and watched their cum ooze out of that throbbing hole, coating Millie's dragon dick. 

"Gonna—" she gasped. Aton and Bela pulled the limp duke towards them and Virgil jumped back. 

Remus whined when she came, stuffing him with her seed. He was too far gone to notice the plume of flames that exploded from her mouth. 

"I can't anymore," she gasped and pulled out, letting all that cum trickle out of poor Remus. 

"You did so well," Bela said to her as he and Aton lowered Remus on the bed. 

"As did you, all of you," she chuckled and curled up around Remus. She hugged him and nuzzled into his shoulder. Remus simply whined. 

"Do you want me to bring the water and stuff over?" Virgil asked and tucked his cock away. He could take care of it later. He had four subs who needed attention.

"Please, Virgil," Aton said and sat down next to Millie, gently caressing her scaly thigh. 

"Did you perchance bring—?" 

"O positive. I couldn't find any negative," Virgil said before Bela could finish. He held up a blood bag and two bottles of water. 

Bela took it gratefully and sank his fangs into the bag. He was always the fastest to recover. 

Virgil gave Millie and Aton the water and gently coaxed Remus into his lap. He pulled a moist wipe from his pocket and wiped away the grime. 

"Virgil—you didn't—" Remus grumbled.

"Performance anxiety," he shrugged, "besides, you need someone who can provide some aftercare." 

"Did you want to join in?" Bela asked once he was finished with his drink, "I can—" 

"I'm good. I got a show and I got to make sure everything was safe," Virgil said and finished wiping Remus down. He tried to coax him off his lap, but Remus clung to him. 

"You're not leaving until you clean me out and mess me up again!" Remus huffed. 

"I'm not leaving until everyone is cared for."

"But you're not getting cared for—you're still hard!" 

"I can wait. Let me clean up," he said firmly before he let his voice dip into that low, sexy tone he used during the scene, "And if you really want me to ruin you, come to my room once you put your mementos away." 

"Do you promise?" 

"Yeah. Now let go so I can clean up and set a few traps for you." 

Remus let him go and got cozy on the bed. He would need to regain some energy for his next round! He was content to watch Virgil clean the others off and feed them. It was a far cry from the cold, distant dom but Virgil made it work. 

Remus smiled to himself as Millie pulled Aton and Bela close and curled up to them, tired and in need of a nap. They earned a good long rest. And he would have an even meaner playmate when he caught his second wind.

[domvirge]

Riding Hood

Word Count: 7991                      (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety

Rating: E (Explicit)

Warnings: Werewolf!Remus, Transmasc Virgil, knotting, breeding kink, cumflation, belly bulge, outdoors, accidental misgendering, impregnation kink, non-human genitalia, “magical” cock growth, bara tits, tit fucking, roleplay, praise kink, male lactation, standard fem terms used for afab parts

After visiting his poor old granny in the forest, Virgil is frustrated and horny. He's in luck when a big bad wolf catches his scent.

18+ Only

He was used to this path. He knew the trees and the underbrush. He could navigate the forest at night, especially under the light of the full moon. 

Virgil pulled his crimson hood over his head as the cool wind blew through him. His sickly grandmother was so thrilled to see him, it was worth the trip. He just didn't want to stay there while she deadnamed him (not out of malice, her mind was going) or go home if he could help it, not when he was this pissed off. He wanted to get away from it all and blow off some steam, make sure his thighs were coated with dried slick before getting back to Roman's cottage, and this was the perfect opportunity to do just that. And if he got some help, he would be closer to his goal, he only needed one more.

He could hear the rustling in the bushes and the soft growls. There were eyes locked onto him. Either he was in for a fight, a slaughter, or a fuck. He was hoping for the latter and expecting the other options.

"I know you're there," he said flatly and stopped, "So if you want to kill me, do it." 

"Can't a guy enjoy the view?" someone said from behind him, "You have a great ass!" 

Virgil glanced over his shoulder and saw a large, beefy werewolf with dark brown fur and a white muzzle. He was wearing a shredded pair of pants that did nothing to hide his thick thighs and large bulge. Virgil could imagine how big that cock was, and his cunt was drooling at the thought. 

"If that's all you plan on doing, no, you can't," he scoffed, reluctantly getting back on his way. He didn't have the patience to play games.

Virgil yelped when he hit the ground. The werewolf was pinning him down and grinding his bulge between his ass cheeks. 

"What if I want to do more? You smell like the perfect little breed slut to mother my pups," Wolfie growled in his ear. 

Virgil snarled and tore away from the werewolf, scraping his arms on the dirt to get away. 

He flipped over and slammed his knee into Wolfie's crotch, making him yelp and roll onto his side, cupping his balls. If he weren't achingly hard already, the werewolf's dick would've sprung to life. 

"I'm a man, even if I have to go unbound and in a stupid dress and corset," Virgil scoffed and got to his feet.

"You could go with less if you want!" the wolf wheezed, "I like men better anyway!"

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Virgil questioned and crossed his arms. 

"I'm—I'm Ree!" Wolfie said, calming his voice, "I'm just moving in with my brother and I got here a little early! I was minding my business, looking for a cozy little spot to jack off and then I caught a whiff of you and my mind went feral!" 

He rolled so he was sitting, leaning back on his elbows, and smirked up at Virgil. This guy was really hot glaring down at him with his dark bangs falling in his familiar face. He had broad shoulders and a squeezable chest, plus he had some killer thighs and a soft enough belly to handle that corset! Ree was determined to seduce this one! 

"Your poor brother."

"That's what they all say!" Ree giggled, "But I'd rather say your name, chanting it like a prayer while my knot plows into you, pretty boy." He wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips, just to really sell it. 

Virgil paused and weighed his options. He was planning on getting off, and this werewolf was practically begging to have him and breed him, regardless of his gender. Plus Ree was hot, fit and firm with an impressive bulge between his furry legs. The only downside was how Ree seemed to expect him to submit. 

"You want to fuck me, you play by my rules," Virgil said and took off his cape, revealing his bare shoulders. He straddled Ree' hips and hiked his skirt up so it wouldn't be in the way.

"Baby, you think you can tame me?" Ree purred and grabbed his hips. 

Virgil tore his hands away and pinned them above his head. Ree grinned and made no effort to break free. He could easily overpower this human. 

"I know I can. And the name's Virgil." 

"Virgil, huh? I like the way that name tastes!" Ree purred. He knew that name from letters with his brother. If this was the same guy Roman claimed could take down an ogre and soothe even the most miserable banshee, Ree had to get closer. He'd been jacking off to the idea of this guy for months! 

Virgil dropped his hips and pressed his covered folds on Ree's crotch. Ree hissed softly as Virgil ground against him, oozing through his underwear. 

"And I'd like to know how this cock sounds," Virgil teased, enjoying the way that bulge throbbed against his cunt, "You'd be so cute plugged up and frustrated with your fur matted from my cum." 

Ree growled in his throat and pulled his arms free. He sat up and grabbed the tease by his ass, pulling him flush against his chest. 

"You'd look better covered in my cum, stuffed full of it, stretching around my knot, pretty boy," he growled, letting his voice dip dangerously. 

"We're not talking about me," Virgil hummed, ignoring the fresh coat of slick slipping down his thighs. Ree was so firm and his cocky attitude was the perfect challenge. 

Virgil scruffed his neck and ran his tongue up Ree's jaw, savoring the small whine that escaped the big bad wolf. 

"Now be a good boy and clean my thighs. It's your fault they're messy," Virgil ordered and let him go. Ree whined when he got up but bit back any complaints when he dropped his drenched underwear. There was a string of slick connected to the fabric that stretched until it reached his knees and split.

"Holy fuck!" 

"There's nothing holy about what I want to do with you," Virgil scoffed and stepped out of his underwear, "Now get on your back." 

Ree snapped to his feet and grabbed Virgil's hips. Virgil yelped when his back hit a tree and his legs got hoisted over Ree's shoulders. 

"You smell so good," Ree growled with his snout brushing Virgil's little cock. He needed to get his tongue deep in that cunt and he needed to torment those throbbing walls. 

"Thighs first, then you can eat me out," Virgil ordered and ran his hand through Ree's fur, "And use your claws. I want to see my blood in your fur." 

Ree growled low in his throat and dug his claws into the plump flesh of Virgil's damnable thighs. This man knew just what to say to make his cock throb. 

He whimpered as he ran his tongue over Virgil's thigh, imagining how this man could crush his skull. The salty skin and warm slick were addicting, and Ree swore he could lap it up for hours as long as it kept coming.

"Mmm, that's a good boy," Virgil hummed and scratched behind the werewolf's ear. He could get used to having a strong werewolf holding him up and worshiping him with his tongue. 

Ree dug his claws in and growled low in his throat, switching legs. He wanted Virgil to keep praising him, he wanted to please, to make it the most pleasurable experience possible for Virgil, since he was already enjoying it too much. 

Virgil kept petting Ree and purred. He loved the friction on his back from the tree and the sharp claws drawing blood on his legs. He would have loved to get spanked and bitten, but he was getting far too hot from the contrasting licks and adoring growls. 

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous," Ree snarled as he teased his tongue between Virgil's cheeks, chasing the trail of slick like a starving man. 

"Your nose is in my cunt," Virgil huffed and moaned when Ree circled his puckered entrance, "You don't need to flatter me." 

Ree ran his tongue up over his throbbing cunt and little cock, swallowing Virgil's juices with a whine. 

"It's not flattery, pretty boy," he laughed with a rough edge to his voice, "You're gorgeous. I'd even give you a taste of my human side." 

"You know how stupid and dangerous that is," Virgil scoffed. 

"You know how dangerous it is to fuck a werewolf without any protection," Ree countered, "especially if you're fertile." 

"I'm not, I made a deal with a witch. So you can fill me over and over until your knot can't get any bigger. I know exactly what I'm doing," Virgil replied and curled his fingers in Ree's fur.  

"Fuck, Roman has to be ace as hell if he doesn't even think about fucking you senseless!" Ree whined and thrusted his tongue into Virgil's trembling walls. 

"Aah—what do you mean?" Virgil gasped and arched, far too distracted by the warm tongue flicking against his walls. 

He clawed at his chest with his free hand, and rolled his hips, trying to get Ree deeper. Those claws were scratching his legs and Ree's growling vibrated against his folds. He wanted more, to have Ree hitting the back of his cunt and drinking his slick for hours. 

Ree was desperate to get his snout covered in Virgil's juices. He could taste the sheer need with each rush of slick and he groaned when those walls pulsed around him. He wanted more. 

Virgil let out the filthiest moan when Ree thrusted his snout into that tight hole. He let go of his chest and rubbed his little cock, teasing it for show as much as he was teasing it to finish. 

Ree loved watching Virgil play with his little cock, loved hearing him gasp and whimper. He loved being able to lick and tease Virgil's core, to smell the deepest part of this man's arousal. He was dizzy from the scent and lack of air, and he swore he would blow a load in his pants before he could get Virgil to cover him, even if he kept throbbing more and more. 

"Mm, fuck, do I still smell breedable?" Virgil gasped and pinched his little cock. Ree growled, sending vibrations down his snout. His tongue teased the cervix, dipping into the tight opening, aching to get deeper. 

But Virgil clenched around him and cried out, gushing all over his snout and squirting in his face. Virgil bucked and trembled before going limp. 

"That was hot," Ree gasped when he pulled out and caught his breath. 

"Tell me what you meant—when—when you said—" 

"My twin brother has to be ace if he doesn't want to fuck you!" Ree giggled, "You're so fucking hot!" 

"You're Remus?" Virgil gasped and tried to get his legs back on the ground. There was no way!

"I guess that's a face you don't want to sit on," Ree pouted, already knowing what Roman said about him, and set Virgil on his feet, "I'll just—" 

Virgil grabbed his crotch before he could turn and run. 

"You'll just finish what you started. Or I can cut your dick off and use it however I want," he said and ran his tongue over Ree's chest, running his fingers in circles over his bulge. 

"Even if I'm—" 

"Mm, especially if you're the same jackass who threw me in the moat when we were kids," Virgil purred, and latched onto his nipple. Remus whined as his free hand ran up over his belly to tweak and tease the other side. 

"That was you?!" Remus gasped, "You were so tiny and flat as a board! There's no way!" 

"I was ten. You left when you were twelve. And I had to get older imagining how you grew, with only Roman as a rough outline. It was easy to pretend you were there when I only had my fingers. I can't tell you how many times I moaned your name to the darkness." 

"You're such a dirty tease," Ree huffed and cupped Virgil's head, "And you're trying to milk me!"

Virgil snickered and let his hands slide to Ree's waistband, grazing over his electrified skin. He loved how Ree gasped when he dipped below the hem and slowly pulled the fabric down. 

Remus' cock bounced and bobbed against his belly, already oozing precum. Virgil paused to look at it and grinned. 

Remus was huge, even for a werewolf, and his cock was red and throbbing, aching to be touched. Virgil was tempted to lick up the off-white glob at the top and trace each vein with his nails until he reached the knot forming at the base. 

Virgil pulled his top down, exposing his chest to the cool night air, and got on his knees.

"I'll milk your tits after I milk this cock," he hummed and circled the head with the tip of his tongue, "I want you down my throat." 

Remus whined and grabbed Virgil's hair, forcing him to look up and meet his gaze. 

"You don't want me to fuck your throat. It'll break you," he said, holding back his urges. He never met anyone who wanted his human side and his wolf side, and he wanted Virgil to get a taste of both! Virgil smirked up at him and licked his lips, making it hard to resist.

"I know what I want, but if you don't want to go that deep, fuck my tits while I suck your cock. I want to feel that knot swelling while I swallow your load."

"Roman said you were cautious, especially with new people!" Ree jeered and wagged his tail, "He lied!"

"You're not new, and I'm not cautious with werewolves who want to fuck, Puppy—" Virgil scoffed and kissed the massive cock, "—so be a good boy and I won't have to kick your ass." 

"That's just incentive for me to be bad!" Remus jeered and flinched when Virgil wrapped his hand around his length. 

"You want to be a good boy," Virgil taunted, slowly stroking him, "You like the praise. You like getting rewarded. And I love it when my big strong toy lets me take charge without a fight." 

"Fuck—what kind of reward will I get?" Remus panted. He was oozing and covering Virgil's fingers with his pre. 

"Mm, besides stretching my lips and grinding on my chest until you pump my stomach full of cum? You get to breed me and knot me, in whichever hole you want," Virgil hummed and took the head into his mouth. 

He stared up at Remus, teasing the ridge just below the head with his tongue. The poor puppy was panting with his eyes sealed shut. His claws were scraping Virgil's scalp and he was trembling. With the copious amount of precum gracing his taste buds, Virgil could tell someone was enjoying it. 

Remus keened when Virgil bobbed his head and squeezed his chest around the rest of his cock. He swore under his breath as the little tease moaned around him and sucked him in deeper. He was dying to buck his hips and fuck that wicked mouth with reckless abandon, but he wanted to be a good boy and not hurt his playmate. 

He dared glance down when Virgil dragged his teeth over his cock, and he couldn't take it, not with a pair of hungry dark eyes challenging him. 

Remus growled and slammed him down on his cock. Virgil yelped and gagged, grabbing his hips for balance. 

"Shit!" Remus snarled and pulled Virgil off his cock, giving him a chance to breathe. Virgil glared at him. 

"Do I have to tie your hands?" he hissed and dug his nails into Remus' hips. 

"With what?" Ree giggled and wagged his tail. He was more than willing to get tied up!

Virgil rose, never tearing his gaze from the eager werewolf. Remus was bouncing on his heels, making his cock bob with him. He was only more excited when Virgil unlaced his corset and let it fall to the ground. 

"Turn around, Puppy," he ordered and gathered the ribbon in his hands. It would be strong enough for one blowjob. He tied the ribbon into handcuffs as Remus spun around and held his arms out behind him, holding his tail still.

"Good boy," Virgil praised and looped the ribbon around his wrists, "I can't wait to taste your cum and take your knot." 

"Tie me up like a pretty present!" Ree giggled as Virgil laced up his arms. The restraints weren't too tight or painful but the ache in his balls was. 

Virgil smacked his ass and spun him around. Remus was thrilled, wagging his tail at top speed. 

"Now that I can't move my hands, your boy boobs look extra squeezable and bouncy!" Ree said without thinking. 

Virgil smirked and kneaded his tits, bouncing them to tease, deciding he wouldn't use them this time. Ree whined and struggled against his restraints, but they got tighter. 

"Good boy," Virgil purred and tore his stupid dress off, exposing himself to a horny wolf. He knelt in front of him, eyeing his needy cock like a predator. Virgil grasped it just above the growing knot and leaned in, taking his time to run his lips and tongue over every inch. 

"You taste so good, Puppy," he hummed, and sucked on the skin just below the head, making Remus twitch and growl. 

"Tell me what you want to do with me when I free you," Virgil purred and rubbed his cheek against his new favorite treat, "I might be nice." 

"What wouldn't I do?" Remus scoffed and whimpered when Virgil took him into his mouth with a moan. 

"Fuck, I want to run my tongue all over you, make you cum on my face over and over—" Remus growled, aching to free his wrist and guide Virgil over his dick. 

It was unfair how wonderful that mouth felt, so hot and wet. He loved the threat of teeth gazing over the most sensitive places and the luscious tongue teasing his ridge. 

"I want to eat your ass and worship it, rut against that booty and paint it with my cum just so I can lick it off and tongue-fuck it in that pretty little pucker—oh fuck, keep doing that with your lips!" Ree continued, watching Virgil's lips open and close around him ever so slightly, conducting how he throbbed. 

Virgil moaned low in his throat and ran one hand up Remus' belly, eager to feel his abs and torture him more. Of course, he had other tricks up his sleeve too, and he brought his free hand down to his sopping wet cunt. 

His little cock was throbbing as his fingers brushed over it to dip into his oozing cunt. Not even three were enough to satisfy him, not when he could taste the thick juicy cock he craved. 

"Oh fuck!" Remus groaned, "You're so hot when you play with your puss!" He was losing his mind, unable to take what he wanted and trembling as Virgil took him deeper down his throat. He didn't notice Virgil stopped teasing his folds, or that his fingers were coated in his pearly slick. All he could focus on was his cock and the hand rubbing his belly, sending electrical jolts up his spine.

Remus yelped and squirmed when Virgil rubbed his sensitive hole. The little bastard purred and slid inside, enjoying the needy whine that escaped the big bad wolf. 

"More! Please!" he wailed and tried to get that finger in deeper. Virgil slid a second one in and slid further on that pulsing cock until his lips brushed his knot. 

Virgil swallowed around that length and purred, drooling all over his puppy's crotch. He scissored his fingers, stretching Remus and searching for the one spot that would make him blow while Ree pulled his fingers in. 

Remus yowled and snapped the ribbon binding his arms. Virgil shivered and pressed against his prostate again, just to make him growl. 

"Virgil!" he snarled and grabbed his head with both hands, "I'm gonna—gonna—!" 

He bucked his hips rapidly and threw his head back, howling as he shot a fat load down Virgil's throat. 

Virgil's eyes rolled back and he swallowed, milking Remus' orgasm. The thick cum that hit his tongue when he slowly pulled away was salty and delicious enough to make him groan. 

"Virgil," Remus panted and watched him pull off, gliding his lips over his hard cock and freeing his fingers. Virgil stared up at him and held out his tongue, showing off the mess Remus made. 

"If you don't make a move right now, I'm impaling you on my cock and stuffing you with so much cum—" Remus snarled as Virgil swallowed thickly. 

"Good boys get rewards," Virgil purred and kissed his swelling knot, "and you're such a good boy, Puppy, you can get whatever you want." He got to his feet and pressed his entire body against Remus, nuzzling and kissing his chest. 

Remus grabbed him by the thighs and hoisted Virgil up so they were face to face. 

"I want to do this again without fur, I want you to peg me, I want to have a fuck buddy who wants more than my hot bod," Ree said softly, "But right now I want to be a good boy for you, Sir." 

Virgil grabbed his shoulders and kissed his nose. He liked that title and he liked the idea of fucking Remus again. This wily puppy saw him as an equal, as a man, and that was more valuable than anything, even the end of the deal he made with that witch. 

"You're the best boy, Remus," he muttered, "and I want to ride my good breed stallion while he runs his hands and mouth all over me." 

Remus wagged his tail and squatted until his butt hit the ground and Virgil was kneeling over him. 

"Lay down," Virgil ordered and guided Ree onto his back, running his hands over that broad, furry chest. That's when he noticed the wet patches around Ree's nipples. 

"Are you—?" 

"I told you, you were trying to milk me!" Remus laughed, "I can't help it if my fuzzy lumpkins start leaking!" 

Virgil rubbed his tender nipples, circling the hard buds with his fingertips. He was entranced when white beads formed on the tips and burst, spilling over in warm trickles. 

"And I thought my tits would be abused," he hummed and leaned down to lick up the mess. Just to punctuate his statement, he pressed his torso against Remus' belly, sticking his ass in the air, and gently bit a dusky nipple. 

"I can still give your boy boobs attention!" Ree whined and bucked his hips. He was sensitive from cumming and he could feel Virgil's warm breath teasing his skin. 

"You will, Puppy," Virgil hummed and kissed his chest, "after I finish with yours." 

Ree whined and clawed into his thighs. This was too sweet, too tender. He was used to being clawed and bit and scratched, being part of some rageful fantasy, and he loved it. But this. He could get used to this too. 

"Am I being too gentle?" Virgil asked, and started to sit up. Remus immediately dragged him back down and whimpered. 

"Don't stop, please!" he begged, "I'll do whatever you want me to, just keep teasing my tits like this." 

"I'm not stopping yet, Puppy," Virgil said softly and cupped those milky bara tiddies, "But you can give my ass some attention."  

He wiggled his hips and purred against his werewolf's chest. Remus was so quick to grab both cheeks and squeeze them. Virgil's thighs were drenched again.

"What kind of attention?" Ree asked with a giggle. Oh the things he would do to that plump, bouncy booty! 

"Spank me, finger me—anything you want," Virgil hummed and latched onto a nipple. He sucked on it and teased it with his tongue, pulling sweet milk into his mouth. 

"Shit, Virgil!" Ree growled and slapped his ass lightly. He loved the way that flesh molded to his hand. How it jiggled. But the muffled moan that Virgil let out was the hottest part. 

"Oh, you like that!" Ree teased, "Mr. Dom likes getting spanked like a bratty sub!" 

Virgil pinched his nipple and twisted it roughly. Ree yelped and bucked his hips, brushing his cock against Virgil's belly. It needed attention.

"If you want to punish me, sit on my face!" Remus groaned. His chest was hot and Virgil was running his hands over his body. Every touch was electric. 

"You're so sexy, Sir," Remus growled and slapped Virgil's rump again, "From that magical mouth to your stretchy little cunt!—and this ass!" 

Virgil nipped at his chest when two fingers slid into his cunt. He unlatched and gasped when those fingers slid out and into his ass. 

"Fuck!" he panted, letting milk fall from his lips and into Remus' fur. He rocked his hips back and moaned, enjoying the stretch. 

"I can't wait to feel you squeezing my cock like this," Remus laughed and scissored his fingers. Those walls were so tight and throbbing, pulling him in.

"Don't wait!" Virgil huffed and panted. He was rocking back on those fingers, drooling as his mind went hazy. 

"Can I take you from behind on your hands and knees?" Remus asked and freed his fingers. 

Virgil smirked at him and got up. He grabbed his discarded cloak and laid it on the ground before kneeling on it. 

"Get over here and fuck me before I get cold," he ordered, glancing over his shoulder. Remus leapt at the opportunity, and knocked Virgil on his hands, just to rut against him. 

"You're too fucking hot to get cold," Ree growled in his ear and wrapped his arms around him. He knew he was a living furnace under a full moon, and Virgil was not. 

"No, Puppy, I just make you hot," Virgil argued and melted into the furry embrace. It was just as welcome as the throbbing cock sliding between his cheeks and coating them with precum. 

"Both are true, pretty boy," Ree teased and licked the shell of his ear, "and I want to make you just as hot." 

"I'm already just as hot, slide in and feel for yourself," Virgil countered and wiggled his hips, "Fuck me, Ree, fuck me like the good boy you are." 

"You know you might never get rid of me if you keep this up," Ree warned him and sat up. 

"That's just incentive for me to keep—" Virgil countered until the head of Ree's cock pushed into him. He moaned like a cheap whore and clawed at the cape beneath him. 

"You're right, you are just as hot!" Ree snarled and grabbed Virgil's hips, "And you'll be even hotter when I fill you with my cum!" 

Virgil moaned in response as Remus kept pushing in deeper. He was careful, stretching Virgil wide open and clawing into his sides. 

"Oh fuck," Virgil groaned, "Don't stop until your knot is in—I can take it!" 

Remus could certainly follow that order! He needed to push all the way into that tight hole. He needed Virgil squeezing his cock. He wanted to watch Virgil take him. 

Virgil's arms were shaking by the time Remus' knot was at his entrance. He dropped his head and kept his breathing steady. 

He cried out when Remus pushed his knot in, stretching him far more than he anticipated. He loved it, the pleasure teetering on pain. He loved it almost as much as he loved the bulge in his belly and watching it move. 

Remus sat on his haunches and panted. Virgil was so hot and tight, trying to pull him deeper. 

"You good?" he panted and spread Virgil's cheeks with both hands. He growled in his throat at the sight of that ring of muscle stretching around his swelling knot. 

"So good, Puppy!" Virgil moaned, "So fucking huge!" He wiggled his hips and tried to get him deeper. 

Remus grabbed his hips and snarled. Virgil's walls pulsed and slick gushed down his thighs. 

"Needy little slut!" he growled and pulled out to the tip before slamming back in. 

Virgil keened as Remus set a brutal pace. Those clawed hands were digging into his skin and holding him still as the force of each thrust knocked him forward. 

"Fuck! You're just dying for my cum, aren't you?" Remus growled and slapped Virgil's ass, hard. 

He loved the way that ass bounced against his hips. He loved making it jiggle and quake. He wanted to run his tongue all over it and bite it, oil it up and watch it bounce with an ethereal sheen. 

"Yes! Ah—" Virgil gasped as his arms gave out, "—Be a good boy and spank me more!—Oh fuck yeah! Harder, Puppy!" 

Remus spanked him again and again. Virgil kept moaning and clenching around him with each smack. His hands were balled in the cape beneath him as Remus abused his ass and his balls slapped against his cunt 

Remus was losing his mind. His cock was throbbing and ready to burst. His knot was swelling further, making thrusting harder. He had to stop going so deep if he wanted to keep going. 

"Remus," Virgil gasped as his torso dragged against the cape, "I'm so close! Make me cum, Puppy!—Ah—Make me cum around this fat cock!"

"Can I—?" Remus panted. His balls were tight and he could only take so much more of that heat sliding over him. 

"Inside!" Virgil groaned and reached back to tease his little cock.

"Yes Sir!" Remus panted, set to explode at any second. He leaned down and ran his tongue up Virgil's spine. 

And then Virgil quaked and screamed. His cunt pulsed and he clenched around Remus. He kept teasing his little cock to ride out his orgasm and to keep squeezing Remus' cock. 

Remus howled and froze when he snapped, making sure his knot didn't go inside. Virgil moaned softly as a rush of cum filled his belly. He swore he would burst before Remus was finished, but he didn't care, it was hot. 

"There's so much. Please tell me you aren't done," Virgil grunted as Remus slid out. He could feel the cum leaking from his gaping hole, oozing over his folds. He needed more. 

"I haven't bred you yet," Remus panted, entranced by the white trail dripping out of Virgil, "If you want to stop—"

Virgil rolled on his back and sat up, with some difficulty. His belly was swollen with werewolf cum and it would leak out eventually. 

"Go to Roman's cottage and get my traveler's cloak. Then you can breed me until dawn," Virgil ordered. 

"But that's two miles away!" 

"Puppy, look at my clothes. I can handle the woods. I can't handle the villagers seeing me coming out of the woods naked. It should only take you fifteen minutes." 

"What will you do in the meantime?" Remus pouted. He didn't want to leave Virgil alone and cold. 

"Drain," Virgil winced as more cum leaked out of his ass, "I'll be okay." 

"Okay, but just so you know, you look so fucking hot with a bloated belly!" Remus giggled and ran off on all fours. 

Virgil watched him go and hissed under his breath. His guts wanted to get rid of the jizz and his little cock was burning. Remus was in for a surprise when he got back. 

.

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Remus found Virgil's cloak with ease. Remus got two pairs of pants and shirts to go along with the cloak. He didn't have the patience to make sure they were the right size, not when he had a total hottie craving his cock. 

"Remus?" Virgil asked breathily. 

He returned to the clearing in the woods and saw Virgil leaning against a tree with his back to Remus. His bruised ass was still just as biteable and he was teasing his junk.

"Yes Sir!" Remus grinned and set the bag of clothing aside. 

"I mentioned a deal with a witch, right?" 

"Yep! What kind of deal?" Remus asked and approached him. 

"I had to set him up with Roman, in exchange I got a quest. Ten loads of werewolf cum and then—" he explained and turned around. 

"Holy fuck!" Remus gawked, "Does this mean I can't breed your cunt?" 

Virgil kept his eyes on the ground and shook his head. He couldn't help but smile. He had a cock. A working cock. It was almost comically huge and oozing! 

"I didn't lose anything," Virgil said, "I just got extra." 

"So I can breed you and then you can breed my ass?" Remus gasped excitedly. 

Virgil finally looked at him and chuckled darkly. This gorgeous piece of work was not allowed to be cute and hot! It made Remus feel mushy. 

"My first time is not going to be with a wolf," Virgil hummed and wrapped his arms around Remus' neck, "I already know which guy I want to take my cock." 

"Do you now?" Remus jeered and hoisted him up by the thighs. He knew exactly who this guy was!

"Yeah. I don't know exactly what he looks like, but if he looks like his brother with a feral side—woof," Virgil teased and raked his fingers through his fur. 

"Keep petting me like that and I will be jealous!" Remus said with a giggle, "I might have to kick his ass!" 

"Mm, a big strong werewolf like you? He'd probably beg you to suffocate him with those bara tiddies. I hear he's a dirty slut with a ton of kinks." 

Remus giggled and hiked him up so that his new cock was nestled between his furry pecs. Virgil yelped and grabbed his shoulders, but he was smirking down at Remus. 

"He doesn't have tits as nice and milky as mine, pretty boy. Let me be your first tit fuck," Remus hummed and squeezed his pecs together, "I want your cum matting my fur."

Virgil rocked his hips, testing the waters, and hissed. The soft fluff created the perfect amount of friction on his sensitive skin. 

"You want that? Mmm, use that mouth—your tongue is magical, Puppy," Virgil purred and ground against Remus' chest. 

"Your cock is magical, Sir," Remus snickered, "I love feeling it throbbing against my chest." 

Before Virgil could retort, he licked a stripe from his bush to his navel. Remus purred at the salty taste and ran his tongue over Virgil's belly. The gasps and purrs were worth it. 

"I know you can go higher—and if you can do it without biting, you can suck." 

"Your boy boobs do look lonely," Remus hummed and licked around the curve of his breast. Virgil moaned softly and rocked his hips faster. 

Remus circled his nipple reverently. He flicked the hard nub and laved his tongue over it, wondering how long it would take for milk to flood his senses. He could keep going for days if Virgil let him.

Virgil moaned and fucked those bara tiddies, throbbing and leaking into Remus' fur. He curled up, chasing his high and letting his mind melt into the sensations. He didn't realize he bit Remus' ear until he felt Remus growling in his chest. 

"Fuck, gonna make my knot unbearable!" Remus snarled and nuzzled between Virgil's boobs. 

"I'm so wet—I need your knot, Puppy!" Virgil moaned, "Make me cum—Oh fuck—keep licking—so good!" 

Remus smacked his ass and growled. 

"Your cock feels so good between my tiddies. I want your cum, Sir!" 

Virgil was dying from the flood of sensations. He was shaking, loving the attention his chest was getting and fucking Remus' soft muscle boobs like he would never get another chance. His cock was throbbing and ready to burst.

"You're so sexy, pretty boy," Remus growled, "I can't wait to breed you and make you mine—I'll be your good boy, Sir! So fucking good for you!"

Virgil groaned and his hips stammered as a few white-hot jets spurted from his cock. 

"You have ten seconds to get on your back," he panted. His cunt was drooling and aching to be filled, and the only one who he wanted to fill it was wearing his cum. 

Remus giggled and crouched until he was sitting. Once he was sure Virgil was balanced on his knees, he leaned back on his elbows and smirked up at him. 

Virgil was catching his breath and grinding his ass against Remus' cock, taking his sweet time around his knot. His hair was a mess and he was oozing all over his Puppy's belly, but his eyes were sharp and locked onto the smug werewolf beneath him. 

"Can't get enough of me, can you?" Remus jeered and winked. 

"You came running back for me. You have it backwards," Virgil scoffed and pinched Remus' nipples, tugging them roughly. Remus gasping and trembling made it worthwhile to get his hands milky. 

"Ooh! I never said I could have enough!" Remus whined, "I want you to want me just as much, Sir!" He was throbbing and on the edge. Virgil's scent, sounds, and teasing were going to be his downfall.

"Puppy, you're so cute," Virgil teased and raked his fingers over Remus' chest, "if I didn't want you just as bad, I would have stopped after you wrecked my ass." 

"Mm, you have the best ass, pretty boy," Remus breathed, "Feels so good bouncing against my cock." 

"Your cock feels good rubbing up against my throbbing holes," Virgil purred, grinding back and circling his hips.

"Virgil!" Remus whined and squeezed his eyes shut. He wouldn't grab or buck no matter how much he wanted to. 

"Such a good boy, letting me tease you like this without trying to get more," Virgil purred, enjoying the way Remus pulsed and oozed against him. 

He rubbed Remus' chest, paying attention to his leaking nipples. It was worth a little mess to watch his big bad wolf trembling from his core. 

"It's almost sad," Virgil continued, "I would have liked to have to tie you down and punish you. You'd look so cute, hogtied and gagged." 

"How would you punish me, Sir?" Remus gasped, straining from holding back. 

"Mm, I'd edge you for hours, tease you until you're crying and begging to cum," Virgil purred, "You'd watch me get off over and over, using you as my personal toy. And if your balls can't hold all that thick hot seed, I'll spank you til you bleed. Then I'll lick it up and wash it down with your milk." 

"Virgil—" Remus whimpered. He could picture it so clearly—Virgil, wrecked and torturing him, making his cock ache. He wanted that wicked tongue ghosting over his tender rear, staining those lips with his blood. It was getting difficult to keep it together. 

"But that's only if you're a bad boy, Puppy, and you've been so good," Virgil hummed and leaned down, "And you know what good boys get?" 

Remus whimpered and shook his head. 

"Good boys get to cum as much as they want, wherever they want" Virgil said and kissed his snout, "And I know you want to cum all over my ass so you can watch it drip down while I ride you." 

"No!" Remus yelped and threw his head back as his cock spurted. Hot ropes of werewolf seed landed on Virgil's lower back and booty, making him shiver.

"No?" Virgil asked softly, unsure if he should get up and end this scene.

"I want to see your face," Remus pouted, "Please." 

"Cute," Virgil said with a smirk and lifted himself off of his haunches, kneeling over one very red rocket, "Do you want that with everyone you try to breed?" 

"Nope! You're just special, pretty boy." 

"If I'm that special, think of a better pet name, Puppy," he retorted and rubbed the head of Remus' cock between his folds, "Either way I want to ruin you." 

"You're a gorgeous nightmare," Remus groaned as his tip breached the tightest, slickest cavern he ever felt. 

Virgil sank down slowly, swallowing that cock and throbbing around it. Remus grabbed his thighs and panted, staring at the bulge in Virgil's belly pushing against his own cock. He was going to go insane if he couldn't do more than lay there and be a dildo! He would trade more than sanity to keep this going. 

"Keep your paws away from my dick, yours is the only one getting attention," Virgil said firmly once his lips hit that fat knot. He was so full and Remus was pressing against the back of his cunt. 

"Where should I put them, Scare Bear?" Remus asked and tried to keep his body under control. It was almost impossible when Virgil decided to circle his hips, putting pressure on every inch of his cock. 

"Anywhere," Virgil moaned. Remus wasn't even moving and he was hitting every sweet spot. 

He grabbed Remus' wrists and guided his hands to his ass, making sure those claws raked through the drying cum. He purred when Remus dug into his flesh. 

"God, Virgil, I'm so close to flipping you over and ravaging you!" Remus growled. Virgil simply smirked at him and leaned forward, bracing himself on Remus' chest. He lifted his hips until just the head was inside of him, and curled his fingers in Remus' fur.

"Get closer," he jeered before he slammed back down, crying out when that knot stretched his cunt to the limit. He rose up with a wet pop and set a brutal pace, not sinking onto that knot again.

Remus snarled and clawed into his ass, loving the slick heat squeezing his cock. He loved the bulge trying to burst through Virgil's belly and he loved watching his whole body bounce with each thrust. 

"You're going to tire yourself out before the real fun begins!" Remus warned, straining to keep his hips still so Virgil could use him. 

"Then move, Puppy!" he groaned as he rode Remus, "Fuck me and grope me—oh fuck—use that mouth! Breed me how you want to—so good Remus!" 

Remus snarled and thrusted his hips. He pounded into that cunt, growling when his knot slammed in and he knocked Virgil's cervix. His need to breed was making him dizzy and he had to give Virgil exactly what he wanted.

"Ah—fuck, Puppy! Harder! Faster!" Virgil cried out, gushing all over Remus' cock. His whole body bounced and quaked as Remus pounded into him. His own cock bobbed against his distended belly and his tits jiggled and bounced, hypnotizing Remus, making his knot swell.

He could feel every ridge and vein rubbing his walls, every twitch, every glob of pre lubing him further, making that knot easier to take. Remus' balls smacked against his ass before his hips, slapping wetly and loudly—loud enough to rival Virgil's cries and Remus' snarling.

"Remus—I'm gonna cum! Keep going! I want you to fill me!" Virgil moaned and kneaded his tits. His belly was twitching and his cock was throbbing and ready to burst.

Remus flipped them both over and spread Virgil's legs more. He devoured Virgil with his eyes, dying to mate him and make him grow with his pups. He was so cute, panting and letting his tongue hang out of his mouth. 

"You're so fucking cute," Remus growled and slapped Virgil's tits before grabbing them roughly, "You'll be even cuter stuffed with my puppies!" 

Virgil keened and pulsed around Remus' cock, gushing slick and shooting a load across his belly. 

"You feel so good when you cum on my cock!" Remus growled and dropped to his elbows, still pounding that pulsing cunt with ruthless desire. He could get hooked on those pulsing walls trying to milk him. 

"I'll feel better—mm—better when you stuff me with your seed—" Virgil gasped and kissed down his throat, "—wanna carry your pups, Remus!" 

"Fuck," Remus growled, struggling to pull his knot out with each thrust. He dipped his head and lapped at Virgil's chest. 

"Puppy! Breed me!" Virgil moaned and clawed at his shoulders. He was shaking and overstimulated, cum hungry and craving Remus. 

"I'll breed you, knock you up, and watch you grow big and milky—" Remus snarled and kneaded Virgil's chest, "—I'll suck these boy boobies every day and be your toy. Fuck I want to fill your womb over and over until you can't have any more puppies. I want to be deeper inside you than anyone else has ever been or ever will be." 

"Remus, I want your cum!" Virgil moaned, rocking to get him deeper, "Want your pups, want to make you my slutty stallion! Knot me and flood my womb!" 

"Scare Bear—" Remus growled and slammed into him with more gusto. His knot was almost fully swollen and he wouldn't last. 

"Fill me and call me Daddy!" Virgil nearly sobbed and hid his face in Remus' shoulder, "Be a good boy for Daddy and cum in my cunt!" 

Remus' knot locked in place and he howled, fruitlessly bucking as he came. His abs and balls twitched as they finally drained their load. 

"Oh fuck!" Virgil moaned as his entire body spasmed. His walls squeezed Remus' cock, milking him of all his cum. 

Remus sat on his haunches and watched Virgil's belly expand. He rubbed the growing bump and whined as another rush of seed shot from his cock. 

"Remus?" Virgil moaned softly and rubbed his belly, unwilling to watch it swell. Remus leaned over him and licked his cheek. 

"What's your favorite color?" 

"Purple," Virgil huffed fondly and kissed his nose. 

"You know what I mean, Scare Bear!" Remus giggled. 

"The scene is over, Octopup. And you did great." 

Virgil snapped his fingers and the forest scene melted away. They were in Remus' castle in the Imagination, curled up on his bed. 

"But next time, you're the bottom," Virgil grumbled and rolled Remus onto his back. His softening ovicock flopped against his bulging belly when he flipped on his back and he closed his eyes. 

Remus giggled and sat up, no longer a furry beast, just a fuzzy chaotic man. He wiggled his mustache and pressed a kiss to his spider boyfriend's forehead. 

"You have plenty of cum to fill me with now!" he mused and conjured a warm washcloth. Virgil hummed softly as Remus wiped away the grime from his skin, slowly gliding over every inch of skin reverently. 

"How come you aren't this exhausted?" Virgil asked and peeked up at him through his bangs. 

"Well," Remus hummed and wiped himself down, "You came more than me, and you had to tease your ovicock out without me, which means you had to cum and overstimulate yourself. And you pretended you weren't wrecked before I got back when we both know you were. I almost believed you weren't." 

"Cuddlefish," Virgil sighed, "Get back here and do what you do best." 

Remus flopped on his back and banished the washcloth. He giggled when he pulled Virgil on top of him and nuzzled into his hair. 

"You come up with the best scenes, Scare Bear. But I'd rather have the option of playing tonsil rugby," 

Virgil lifted his head and pressed their lips together. It was short and sweet, and not enough. But Virgil was exhausted and he had the best body pillow. 

"More later. Love you Cuddlefish." 

"I love you Scare Bear. Now get some rest. I'll be here when you wake up," Remus said and closed his eyes. He was a good boy and happy to make his spidey feel good. 

[domvirge]

I'm back on my transmasc Virgil domming werewolves bs again

[domvirge]

Virgil and Remus probably have tier lists for for most fuckable horror movie villains. And they compare them. And then debate.

Remus thinks Freddie is S tier because he loves a man who knows how to use his hands and haunts his dreams. Virgil puts Myers at S tier for strength and stamina, he'd have fun taming that

[domvirge]

Domming a Tentacle Sub

Word Count: 5091                                 (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety

Rating: E (Explicit)

Warnings: Tentacles, ftm!Virgil, non-human genetalia, fem terms used for ftm genetalia, sounding, bondage, anal, multiple penetration, throat bulge, belly bulge, mild cumflation, praise kink, ovipositor

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It was so easy to want to strangle Remus, he was obnoxious and annoying and he just loved getting too close for comfort. Virgil knew all too well that the duke just wanted to play, to get his rocks off with whoever could tolerate being his toy. He was not about to let that happen. 

It was an average evening when Virgil decided that he couldn't stand it anymore. Remus had been making passes at him for days, "accidentally" grabbing his butt and brushing against him, and denying that he did. He was still making lewd comments and getting clingy and making Virgil's heart race. He had feelings and he was done with Remus toying with them. Enough was enough. 

Virgil appeared in Remus' room, ready to kick Remus' ass. He was not surprised that the room was clean and organized, or that it smelled citrusy with a hint of lavender. No, it was Remus sitting on his bed, shirtless with four green tentacles wiggling from his back while he scrolled through his phone. 

"Oh, I thought you said you weren't going to help me get my fix any—more—" Remus hummed and glanced at his guest, trailing off at the end. 

Virgil glared at him and crossed his arms, unwittingly pushing his unbound chest up, drawing attention to just how full his bust was. 

"You're not Irene Adder," Remus said dumbly, staring at him. His tentacles squirmed more at the sight of Virgil.

"No. I'm the guy you've been harassing for a week," Virgil deadpanned, "Right where you want me." 

Remus pouted and tilted his head, as if he had to figure out some complicated puzzle. That didn't stop the tentacles from shooting out and wrapping around Virgil's legs and waist. 

"Hey!" they shouted in unison. Virgil was surprised when the green limbs let go of him and shrank back, except for one. That one caressed his cheek and hung limply in front of him. 

"Nero, back," Remus huffed, causing that tentacle to retreat. 

"What the fuck?" 

"They kinda have minds of their own, even if they're part of me," Remus said as he tried to retract the extra limbs fully. They weren't budging, "They've been getting frustrated and grabby. I have some respect for boundaries, I know when to stop pushing them." 

"Do you?" Virgil scoffed and approached him. Remus giggled and shook his head. 

"If I didn't, you'd be suspended in mid air and stuffed with tentacles and my dick! I've been dying to get inside you and fuck you senseless until all you want is my cock!" 

Virgil shrugged his hoodie off and tossed it aside before straddling Remus' lap. Remus swallowed thickly and stared up at him with wide eyes. 

"You honestly think I'd let you take control just because you have tentacles?" Virgil scoffed and draped his arms around Remus' shoulders. 

"Are you saying you want to fuck me?" Remus gasped and grinned. 

"They're not the only ones who're frustrated," Virgil huffed and ran his hands over Remus' chest, "I'm so frustrated I don't care about the consequences." 

"Are you sure?" Remus asked, breathing heavily as those fingers brushed his waistband. 

Virgil paused and grabbed his face. Remus was far too excitable and adorable and Virgil couldn't resist. He leaned in and licked his lips. 

"Positive." 

He took Remus' lower lip between his teeth and tugged before slipping his tongue into the duke's mouth. 

Remus pulled him closer and melted into the kiss, letting his hands wander to Virgil's round ass. He needed to ground himself while Virgil was claiming his mouth. 

That wicked tongue kept twisting and teasing him, throwing him off and exciting him with each sudden swipe. And then there were the moments when Virgil decided to bite and tug on his lower lip. Remus didn't want it to ever end—the tentacles disagreed

Virgil moaned between breaths as the tentacles wrapped around him. Two encircled his thighs and squeezed them, kneading him through his jeans. The other two slid under his shirt and wrapped around his boy boobs. They were gentle enough, but they were slimy and they latched their suckers onto his skin. 

Virgil broke the kiss and grabbed the tentacles closer to the base. The extra limbs loosened their hold and throbbed while Remus groaned in the back of his throat. 

"When did I say you could touch?" he snarled and clutched the tentacles tighter. Remus keened as they pulled away from the edgy spider babe and squirmed. 

"You didn't," Remus whined. He was getting hard at an alarming rate, and Virgil was tormenting his tentacles with no intention of being gentle. This was too good to be true. 

"I should tie you down and teach these tentacles some manners," Virgil purred and idly stroked the squirming appendages. They were getting pliant and he could have fun with them. 

"You need to know their names first," Remus hissed, prompting Virgil to let go. The tentacles didn't try to grab him again. 

"That's your only caveat?" 

"Nope, I don't want to get egged and I don't want to be left out," Remus said plainly, "And of course we need some safe words." 

Virgil smirked and guided him to lay on his back. He could handle those terms. 

"Beetle for pause, Hopscotch for stop, and Poison to keep going. Sound good?" Virgil asked, running his hands over Remus' broad chest, making sure to rub and tug at his nipples. 

"I'm into it!" Remus gasped between moans and let the warmth in his skin flood his body, "Let me introduce the big boys!" 

"You mean there are others?" Virgil asked and glanced at the tentacles flanking him. Two were trembling and itching to grab, and the other two were swaying at attention. The idea that there were more made Virgil's cunt drool. 

"Yeah! There's four smaller ones that usually team up with one of these guys, so you don't need to know their names for now! And then the others aren't coming out for sexy time." 

Virgil dropped his hips and ground against his bulge, making sure Remus could feel his egg cock swelling. He could grind against that throbbing cock for hours.

"Intros so we can get on with it," he ordered, "I need to make you scream."

"Commodus and Elagabalus are the tense boys, you can call them Commie and Laggy," Remus said and motioned to his left, "They're bratty and rough. Then there's Tiberius," Remus motioned to his right, "He's a needy attention whore. And of course there's Nero. He's really sweet." 

Virgil ran his hand over Nero and purred softly. The tentacle curled around his wrist and cuddled up to his palm. 

"Be a good boy and tie your wrists and ankles to the bedposts," Virgil ordered and gently grabbed Tiberius with his free hand. 

The sound that left Remus' lips was not human. Jolts of pleasure traveled down the tentacle to his spine, disrupting all of his thoughts. 

"Do I have to do everything for you?" Virgil scoffed and let go of Tiberius. Nero unwound from his arm and hovered. He snapped his fingers and suddenly Remus' arms and legs were tied down and his pants were gone. 

"You're such a pretty slut," Virgil purred and ran his fingers over Remus' throbbing cock, "I wonder how hard you can get before you're crying and begging to cum." 

"So hard, Scare Bear! You're so hot towering over me like this!" Remus groaned and rolled his hips for some friction. 

Virgil tutted and lifted his hips, much to Remus' dismay. 

"And here I thought you could behave. I was looking forward to fucking that mouth of yours. Oh well," Virgil said and turned his attention to the tense pair of tentacles. 

Then Laggy coiled around his forearm before he could grab hold. Commie dodged him. Since Virgil had better things to do, he let Commie wiggle freely and brought Laggy closer to his face. 

"Cute," he cooed as Laggy rubbed his lip, unwittingly giving him access to the sensitive underside. Virgil took advantage of that oversight and ran his tongue over the soft flesh, circling one of the suckers before giving it a taste of its own medicine. 

Remus keened and bucked his hips fruitlessly. He had no idea that it would feel so good to suck on the suckers! He could cum from just that. 

Commie wiggled closer and tried to push into Virgil's mouth. Virgil snatched it and pulled it back. 

"You'll get your turn when you're done stripping me without tearing my clothes," Virgil grumbled against Laggy, fanning it with his breath.

"Can they lift you?" Remus asked and lifted his head, just in time to see Tiberius and Nero slip under his shirt. Virgil lifted his arms and let them pull the fabric over his head and off, leaving his tummy and tits bare to ogle. 

"Yeah. They can lift me and touch wherever they want," Virgil purred and fixed his bangs. He knew that would get the tentacles to act. 

Elagabalus and Tiberius looped under his arms and cupped his boy boobs while Commodus encircled his waist and dipped down his happy trail, just teasing the hem of his jeans. 

He squeaked when they hoisted him up so Remus could see without straining his neck. And then Nero grazed his cheek, in an attempt to soothe him. Virgil didn't need that. 

"Mm," he hummed and ran his tongue over the tentacle, curling it to navigate around the suckers. Remus was breathing heavily, unable to look away as his tentacles kneaded and suckered Virgil's torso. 

"Nero, sweetie, get me out of these pants," Virgil ordered gently, "I want to show you just how hard and wet I am." 

Nero jolted and slithered down his belly and around the curve of his hip. Virgil let out a soft moan when the tentacle dipped below his waistband and slid along his crack and over his dripping folds. It stroked his sac and ovipositor once before poking out the front of his jeans. 

Remus struggled against his bonds, aching to stroke his cock and swallow those sounds. He was right at Virgil's cunt, barely brushing against the slick heat. He needed more but he couldn't get Nero to enter him. He couldn't get the others to put Virgil down either! 

"Why aren't they listening to me?" Remus whined pathetically as Nero slid those jeans down Virgil's legs, letting his ovicock spring up and bounce against his belly. 

"They know who's in charge," Virgil said with a smirk, "And you'll figure it out real quick." 

"They're part of me, I know you're in charge, Mas—Virge!" Remus pouted as his tentacles lowered Virgil so that he was kneeling right above his cock. 

"Go on," Virgil purred and ran his hands over the tentacles teasing his chest, "What were you about to call me?" 

"Master." 

"That's a good boy," he said and coaxed Commie away from his waist, "And you know what good boys get? Stretched for Master's cock." He pressed his hips against Remus, trapping his cock between his folds, pulling a groan from the duke. 

Remus craned his neck to get a peek at what was in store for him. He was expecting Virgil to be big, just because ovipositors had to go deeper and push out wider loads. He did not expect something big enough to swallow his cock whole. 

"Why are you so hot?" he gasped and let his eyes wander to Virgil's face. His jaw went slack as Virgil licked a stripe up Commie and rubbed it against his cheek, mouthing at the suckers in utter bliss.

"Because you're desperate to be a little bitch boy," Virgil responded and kissed the tip of the tentacle, "And I'm giving you exactly what you want." 

Remus' retort died in his throat when Virgil took Commie down his. He was moaning and swallowing, bobbing his head and coating the length with spit while he stroked the squirming tentacle.

Remus could see Commie bulging in Virgil's throat and he could feel the pulsing muscles squeezing him. Worse yet, he could feel the other tentacles—he could feel Virgil's hard nipples as he kneaded his bouncy tits, and he could feel Virgil's cunt grinding over his dick while Nero kneaded his spidery ass. 

"Oh fuck, I need you to fuck me! Please Master, ride me until my balls are empty and then keep going until you're satisfied!"

Virgil pulled away from Commie with a pop and a string of spit and slick connecting them. 

"Fill his ass," he panted and ran his tongue up and down the tentacle. Commie shivered and snaked out of his grasp and prodded Remus' rim. 

Remus' breath hitched and he let out a long moan, throwing his head back as his own tentacle rammed into his unstretched hole. He wanted to be torn apart like this, but he wanted a different length in him. 

"Mmm, look at you," Virgil purred and ran his hands over Remus' abdomen pausing at the bulge in his belly, "Taking such a big tentacle all at once like a trained slut." 

Remus whined pathetically and tried to catch his breath. Commodus was wiggling deep in his core and oozing an aphrodisiac slick, setting his blood ablaze.  

"Baby, don't tell me it's too much now, I'm just getting started," Virgil taunted and ground against Remus' cock, smearing his precum all over his folds. 

"No, Master," Remus gasped, "More! Please! Please let me fill you! Let me taste you!" 

"You will, Cuddlefish," Virgil purred and coaxed Laggy away from his chest. Remus bit his lip as Virgil ran his finger around the rows of suckers in figure 8s, brushing the skin with his nail. Laggy was trembling and its tip was oozing. 

"Hm? Do your tentacles cum too?" he asked and licked up the off-white bead forming on Laggy. Remus whined and thrashed, trying to get his arms free. He needed to slam that tease onto his cock and taste the tentacle cum on his lips. 

"Use your words," Virgil said and lifted his hips. 

"You're killing me, Virge!" Remus groaned. 

Virgil leaned back and tapped on Commodus. The tentacle pulled out halfway and slammed back inside, ripping a yelp out of Remus. 

"What was that you called me?" Virgil asked and leaned forward, bracing himself on Remus' heaving chest with his hands. 

"Ma—Master!" Remus gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. Commie was wiggling inside of him, whipping up his guts with reckless abandon. It was intense and he was sure he would blow at any second. 

"That's better," Virgil hummed and dragged his nails over the duke's chest while the tentacles fondled his own, "Now answer me—do the tentacles cum too?" 

"Yes! Yes, Master! Oh fuck—" Remus groaned as a glob of pre dripped from his cock. Virgil glanced down and smirked. 

"Eager, aren't you? You're not allowed to cum unless your cock is balls deep in me," he purred as Elagabalus nudged his lips. 

Virgil sucked the tip, letting his tongue hang out to lick and tease the suckers. Remus was entranced by his hungry, aroused expression as he teased that tentacle like it was the greatest joy in the world until he pulled away.

"Laggy, pick a different hole," Virgil mumbled against the length. The tentacle wiggled excitedly and looped back to grind against his ass, pushing Nero out of the way. Nero wrapped around his ovipositor, pulling his sac out of the way, and teased the ring of muscle at the tip.

"I bet you never thought it would come to this, being the victim of your own tentacles," Virgil taunted, "Getting ass fucked just like you would want to do to me." 

"No, Master—I wouldn't have ever dreamed of this!" Remus gasped, "It's better than anything I could think of!" 

Virgil purred and arched his back when Laggy pressed against his puckered entrance. His jaw dropped and he let out a moan that shook Remus to the core. 

Laggy pushed into that tight hole, oozing and slick. Virgil clawed at Remus' sides and let his tongue fall from his mouth. He could get hooked on the way the tentacle squirmed and stretched him. The only one who loved it more was Remus. 

"Fuck—tell me how good it feels," Virgil ordered once he was adjusted, "Tell me and I'll ride you til you can't think." 

"So good, Master!" Remus whined, "I love how hot and tight your ass is, squeezing Laggy and pulling me in deeper!" 

"Good boy," Virgil praised and wrapped his hand around Remus' swollen, throbbing cock, "Any requests while you can still think?" 

"Let me taste you, Master—your cock, your lips, your cunt—anything!" Remus begged, staring up at him in awe. He was flushed and grinding between the tentacles on his cock and in his ass. And yet he was composed and glaring at the duke like a hunter. Not even the tentacle playing with his tits fazed him. 

"Anything?" Virgil jeered and ran his fingers through his slick. Then he sank onto Remus' cock with a groan. Remus was so thick, filling his drenched cunt. The tentacle in his ass was wiggling and oozing some kind of aphrodisiac, making the sensations more potent. 

"Even your boy boobies, Master!" Remus whined and willed his hips to stay still. Virgil's walls engulfed him, squeezing Laggy and his cock better than he could manage with his own butt. 

Virgil purred and leaned down, grabbing Remus' jaw with his clean hand, forcing their gazes to meet. Remus was entranced, trembling from the pleasure wracking his body, and his heart thudded in his chest when Virgil dipped down and ran his tongue up his neck. 

"Clean my fingers like a good boy," he muttered in Remus' ear, "get a taste without your mess mixed in." 

Remus keened when Virgil nipped his ear and shoved two fingers into his mouth. It was so dizzying, being completely ensnared by one spider's web. 

And then Virgil gasped in his ear and moaned. Remus was almost disappointed when Virgil sat up and released his jaw. But he saw exactly what caused that delicious sound, and he couldn't complain. 

Tiberius had wrapped around both tits and squeezed them together tightly, limiting blood flow. If that weren't enough, it stretched across Virgil's chest and attached its suckers to his perky nipples. 

"Mmm, fuck," Virgil grunted and rolled his hips, slowly fucking himself on Remus' cock and tentacles, "I didn't forget about you, Tiger." 

The tentacle jolted as Virgil ran his forefingers over it, tracing its path around his body. Remus whined and sucked on his soiled fingers, just to make the rush of dopamine more bearable. 

"Get up here and keep me quiet," Virgil purred and stroked the tentacle, getting it to let go of his chest and wrap around his torso, pressing the tip against his lips. Virgil kissed it and circled it with his tongue. 

"Get in here, unless you want to sound me. And none of you show any mercy," he ordered. 

In an instant, Tiberius shot into his mouth and squirmed on his tongue as it slid into his throat. Virgil braced himself with one hand on Remus' chest and rocked his hips, fucking himself on his cock and tentacle. Laggy expanded and set a brutal pace, forming a moving bulge in his belly. 

Remus moaned around his fingers and tried to keep his head from swimming. Commie was eager to pound into him, ripping the neediest cries from the back of his throat. He could lose himself from all the attention his tentacles were getting, not to mention the slick heat swallowing his cock and Virgil's hips slapping against him, making his balls bounce. He was so close.

Virgil in heaven, full and stretched, getting his ass hammered. He didn't think it could get any better, at least until the tentacle around his egg cock stroked him in time with the others. 

He moaned around the tentacle fucking his throat and pulled his fingers from Remus' mouth. He braced himself and moved faster, making Remus knock into his cervix with each brutal thrust. 

He could taste the tentacle precum as he tormented the suckers, and he could feel it oozing down his thighs. Laggy was wiggling against his walls, slamming into him at top speed, squelching with each thrust. Nero was oozing all over his egg cock, lubing it up on the outside while his slick coated the inside. 

But the best part was watching Remus unravel. He was so loud, begging and pleading for nothing in particular. His eyes were hazy and lidded, but locked onto Virgil in awe as he bounced on his aching cock. 

Virgil purred around the tentacle in his mouth when he hit his g-spot. He could feel how incredibly hard Remus was, every ridge and vein was so pronounced, gliding through Virgil's tight, throbbing cunt. He could have ridden the duke for hours, but Remus was fighting to keep his cum in his balls. 

"Oh Master!" Remus cried, "I'm gonna cum! Please! Please let me cum!" Virgil moaned and pinched Remus' nipples, tugging and twisting them roughly. That was as good of an answer as he could give—forcing more pleasure into Remus' brain.

Remus screamed and exploded, shooting his load into Virgil while his hips twitched and his entire body spasmed. The tentacles unloaded at the same time, filling them both and coating their hips in an off-white goo. 

Tiberius slid out of Virgil's mouth, still oozing, giving Virgil a chance to catch his breath. Virgil kept moving, much more slowly, and panted, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth. Remus whined as the tentacle cum dripped from Virgil's tongue onto his heated skin. 

"How the fuck are you so fucking good?" Virgil moaned and grabbed his tit, kneading it as he kept working his hips.

"Because I'm—I'm a dirty slut, Master," Remus replied and panted, getting dizzy from the overstimulation. He bit back a moan as Virgil gyrated on his sensitive cock, pressing it against his cum-coated walls. 

"You're a—" Virgil huffed, only for his voice to cut out. The tentacle that was teasing his ovipositor slid into the length. Virgil trembled and clawed into Remus' skin. 

Remus was just as surprised by the intrusion. The walls were so slick and hot, pushing and pulling like any other hole, and it was wide enough to handle more. 

"Fuck, don't stop—" Virgil hissed, "Keep going until you reach the ducts. I want you to fill my balls so I can fill you." 

"Beetle," Remus hissed. Virgil froze and looked at his wrecked expression. 

"You don't have balls, and I don't want to be egged." 

"Remus, I have balls. They're just not testicles. They're spermatheca. They're cum storage. I can't egg you without a clutch, but I can pump you full of whatever cum I have stored." 

"I don't think I can handle that," Remus whined and let Commie slither out of him, "I can barely handle being tied up for you to use—and the way you just own my tentacles—fuck, you're not supposed to be better than my fantasies!" 

"Do you want to stop?" Virgil asked and ran his hand through his hair. He was still stuffed in all of his holes other than his mouth, and far from satisfied. But he wasn't a total jackass. 

"I have one more round in me, just untie me," Remus laughed, "Let me make it worth pinning me down again!" 

Virgil snorted and snapped his fingers, freeing Remus' arms and legs. He pressed down on Remus' shoulders to keep him from sitting up and shook his head. 

"You know me, once post nut clarity hits I'll panic at the thought of being just a booty call. Better make this count." 

"Would you panic if I wanted more than that?" Remus asked almost shyly, "I don't want to get into just your ass, I want to get in your head and your blood engine." 

"You want to be my boyfriend?" Virgil asked and stared down at him. His wild eyes sparkled with hope and his flushed face was so open and vulnerable. 

"Yes!" Remus gasped and squirmed, itching to prove he was worth it. Virgil leaned down, brushing his body against Remus, and kissed his jaw.

"Then be a good boyfriend and make me cum," he ordered and kissed his way up to his ear, "I want to see the feral bastard I got to tame." 

Remus groaned and wrapped his arms around Virgil, pulling him flush to his chest. His lips were on Virgil's neck in an instant, kissing and sucking on his salty skin. It was worth hearing Virgil purring and gasping. 

"Move, Remus," Virgil ordered and grabbed his hair. Remus whined when he got pulled away from the skin he was marking, but shut up when Virgil kissed him again. 

Remus kneaded his chest, clawing into the supple flesh, happily swallowing Virgil's growls and moans. Nero was finally sliding into his ovipositor, adding to his delicious cries. Laggy was wiggling against his cum-coated walls again and fucking his ass. Remus didn't have to move his hips. 

"Remus," Virgil gasped, "Fuck my cunt—grope me and run that fat mouth. Fuck, you feel so good!" 

"Yes, Master!" Remus grunted and thrusted up into Virgil, groaning as his overactive nerves reminded him that he was overdoing it—and he loved it. 

He loved how Virgil clung to his shoulders and he loved how Virgil sucked on his neck. He loved the teeth breaking his skin as he picked up speed. He loved the soft squeezing around Nero and the vice grip on Laggy. He loved the soft squish in his hands and he loved the way Virgil couldn't decide if he wanted to press into his grip or meet his thrusts. 

"Oh Master, you're so tight and wet, thank you for letting me stick my cock in your hot, throbbing cunt," Remus groaned, "So good to a dirty whore like me!" 

To add insult to injury, Commie slapped Virgil's rump, at the perfect angle for Remus to see it jiggle from the force. 

"Do that again!" Virgil ordered breathily. 

"You're so hot, Master!" Remus whined, "I'll do anything to help you cum—I'll eat your cunt, suffocate from your thick, juicy ass, choke on your huge ovicock—anything!" 

"Spank my ass and–oh fuck–and suck on my—Oh my fucking—!" Virgil moaned until two tentacles came down on his ass, leaving distinct red marks on his cheeks. 

Virgil was quaking, throbbing around Remus and his tentacles. Remus could see his abdomen twitching between thrusts and feel all of his holes clenching more and more. He was close, which was a relief for Remus, because he couldn't hold back much longer. 

"Can you get any sexier?" Remus gasped and latched onto a nipple, sucking on the firm bud and flicking it with his tongue. 

Virgil grabbed his hair and squished his tit in Remus' face. He was wailing and shaking, rocking to meet Remus' thrusts. Commie and Tiberius kept slapping his ass while his holes were fucked and filled. 

"Harder! Bite me! Remus, holy fuck! Such a good boy! A good boy with a fat cock and tentacles—my good boy!" Virgil moaned. 

Remus bit down and tugged on his nipple, just to make him keen. He was going to be the best boy, the best boy for his master. He slammed into him faster, slapping against his ass with his balls—he grabbed Virgil's hip with one hand, digging his nails into his soft skin, while he pinched and twisted Virgil's ignored nipple. Hearing Virgil keening and crying out his name was almost rewarding enough for Remus. 

"Nero—out!—quick!" Virgil moaned. Nero obeyed and pulled out so quickly Virgil's ovipositor squelched and bobbed. And that was the final straw. 

"Remus! Ree—Fuck!" Virgil screamed and clamped down on Laggy and Remus. Slick oozed from his cunt and egg cock and his entire body spasmed, as he clung to Remus. 

Remus unlatched from his tit and keened, pumping into Virgil and overstimulating him. That tight, slick heat was trying to milk him and he would give Virgil all of his cum. 

"Remus—" Virgil gasped, "Fill me. I want your cum and your tentacle cum. I want to feel you in me for hours. Cum—" 

Remus whined and bucked wildly, unloading jet after jet of white hot seed into his master. Laggy exploded in his ass, stretching his belly as it expanded slightly. Commie and Tiberius spurted their loads across his reddened ass while Nero coated his hips and egg cock. 

"Mmm," Virgil purred and rubbed the bump in his belly, "That was amazing."

"I'd say sorry for the tentacles teasing you. But I'm not sorry for getting you to fuck me, boyfriend," Remus giggled and hugged him. Virgil blushed and hugged him back, slotting his arms between the tentacles.

"I like hearing you say that, almost as much as I like hearing you call me master," he grumbled and hissed softly when Laggy slid out of his ass. 

"I like you owning my tentacles and making me your bitch!" Remus giggled, "And this bitch wants to snuggle with his boyfriend and nap!" 

Virgil snorted and coaxed the tentacles towards his mouth. He placed a tender kiss on each one and watched them jolt and short circuit from the affection. Virgil was almost sad when they curled up and hid from him. 

"Aw, they got good night kisses!" Remus cooed and flopped on his back, dragging Virgil with him, "No wonder they listen to you! You're hot, scary, sexy, and sweet!" 

Virgil huffed and snapped his fingers once his hands were free, cleaning away the grime and sweat from the both of them, and banishing the tentacle cum in his ass. He curled up next to Remus and kissed his cheek. 

"Shut up and hold me while I drain your cum." 

"But you just—" 

"Spermatheca. I'm giving this back to you when you're ready." 

"Hot!" Remus giggled and planted a smooch on his cheek. He giggled at the way Virgil's face scrunched up and closed his eyes. 

"I broke you," Virgil noted and relaxed.

"Yeah, and you should do it again! After nap time!" Remus giggled and hugged him closer, "After you're done being my Scare Bear teddy bear." 

"I think I can manage that," Virgil hummed and rested his head on Remus' chest. He would have to thank the tentacles later for riling him up and leading to this moment. 

[domvirge]

She Dominates

Word Count: 6660 (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety (MTF!Virgil x Remus)

Rating: E

Warnings: BDSM, Impact Play, MTF!Virgil, degradation, chastity

18+ Only

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Remus was a man, not some little boy! He was proud and strong and messy and he absolutely refused to bend to anyone's will! He would not be ordered around and forced to submit!

At least until Vi had him pinned to the wall, his feet off the ground. Her black nails grazed his jaw and he was gone. He wanted to bend to her will and submit to the terror she could unleash, but not right away.

"You're such a bad boy, Puppy, teasing me all week like that," she hummed with an edge to her rich voice. Remus whimpered and shut his eyes. He didn't dare look at that gorgeous face—those bright eyes surrounded by purple and black shadow, those plum-stained lips, and that soft blush would only break his resolve sooner.

"Look at me, Puppy," Vi ordered with a sharper edge to her voice. Remus obeyed like a dog and wiggled to get out of her grasp. She shushed him and ran her free hand over his caged crotch.

"You have no idea how bad I want to break you," she purred and licked his jaw, "I want to break you on my girlcock after you deliver on your promises."

"Mistress—" he gasped helplessly.

"Strip. And then you can make me 'feel like a goddess on earth' before I have my way with you."

Remus crumpled to his knees when she let go of him. He wasted no time tearing off his shirt, just so he could stare up at her in awe. Morticia Addams had nothing on Violetta, not with that tight skirt that had a slit up past her thigh, and that shirt with flowing sleeves! Her hair fell over her bare shoulders so elegantly, drawing attention to the key hanging off her neck. Remus wondered if she knew how gorgeous she was.

"Puppy, you better take off those pants if you want to see more," she frowned and sat on the bed, crossing her legs to show one of her thighs that peeked out from the black latex stockings she wore.

Remus scrambled to get out of his pants and knelt in front of her, eager to please and show off his cock still in its cage.

"Go on," she pressed and spread her legs. Remus struck, kissing and licking at her thigh. That soft skin was so sensitive and markable but Remus was determined to savor every second, every taste, every slight twitch of those muscles.

"Mmm, you're such a good boy," Vi purred and ran her hand through his hair, "This is just how I want you to tease me, worshipping me with that mouth."

"Yes Mistress," he mumbled against her skin and kissed up her thigh. He would wait to tarnish the smooth expanse until she told him to. But he was going to give the other side the same treatment first.

"You know you don't have to be a brat to do this," she added with a soft moan, "All you have to do is ask. I can be nice."

"But I love it when Mistress is mean to me! I get hot just thinking about how she spanks me and locks me in a cock cage and whips me while I'm on my knees!" Remus countered and ran his hands over her legs.

"I should tie your hands before you get greedy."

"Please Mistress," Remus gasped and sat back on his haunches. He stared up at her with the most pitiful eyes and held up his arms, with his inner wrists touching.

Rather than waste time, Vi snapped her fingers and conjured a velvety purple rope that wrapped around his wrists and looped between them. He tugged on it and grinned.

"Perfect, Mistress, as perfect as you," Remus said, "If you let me, I could list all the ways you exude perfection."

"How about you leave a few marks before I get the whip and clamps. I want you to bite me, show me how desperate you are," she purred and ran her hand through his hair. Remus whined and bit down on her thigh, ripping a groan from her lips. His cock throbbed at the sound, prompting him to lick and suck dark marks on her skin, ravishing the smooth expanse.

"You really are desperate," Vi purred and kept running her fingers through Remus' hair, "You want more than just the whip and clamps, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," Remus breathed between hickies. He was focused on those thighs, marking them and running his tongue over them. He was special enough to be able to get this close and he was going to prove he was worth it every time. He would be the perfect toy.

"You want me to tie you up, blindfold and gag you, use the rack to stretch your spine, dilate and spread your hole and stuff you full of fake cum?" Vi asked as she moaned and purred. Those soft lips and sharp teeth set her skin ablaze, drawing blood just below her core.

Remus keened and arched aching for anything she suggested. He wanted to be punished and used. He bit down and dragged his teeth down her thigh.

"Fuck, get up here," she groaned and grabbed him under his arms. Remus scrambled to his feet and straddled her hips. He swayed and bounced on his knees with a bright grin.

"Good boy," she said and ran her hands down his sides. Remus shivered, at the gentle touch and praise from his predator, his queen.

"Thank you Mistress," he said as her hands found his ass. He whimpered and bit his lip, letting her touch him in peace, feeling his cock straining against its confines.

"You're such a good slut, my big strong himbo who would do anything I say. Makes me want to ride you until you can't think."

"I don't think in general, Vi, you know that!" Remus jeered. He yelped when Vi slapped his ass and clawed into his plump cheek, digging her nails into his flesh.

"What did you just call me?" she asked darkly and cracked her neck.

"Vi, your nickname, Violetta!" Remus said with a giggle, knowing exactly what he was getting into. And then that hand came down on his ass even harder, stinging wonderfully.

"You don't get to call me that, not if you want me to fuck you. You know better," she said and pulled her shirt off. Remus swallowed thickly at her latex underbust bustier that didn't hide her pierced nipples and soft boobs. He wanted to bite and suck bruises along her clavicle right next to the chain that held the key to his cock, tease her nipples, and worship his way down to her skirt and the cock tenting it.

"Yes, Mistress," he sighed and dropped his hips to look her in the eye, "Let me worship you to make up for being such a bad bratty boy." He fluttered his lashes and melted at the smirk that crossed her lips.

"That's a good boy. You can worship me all you want after you take your punishment," she purred and grabbed his chin. Remus let her pull him in and lick his lips before kissing him. And in that moment, Remus couldn't help himself.

He looped his arms around her neck and pulled Vi flush against his chest, tonguing into her mouth, dying to grip her waist and the back of her head, overpowering her with his lips instead. Vi purred into the kiss, letting Remus take the lead. She ran her fingers through his hair and raked her nails across his scalp as she collapsed on the bed.

"Mmm, Puppy," Vi hummed when Remus broke away to kiss down her neck.

"You're so beautiful, Mistress," he said gruffly and licked up her throat, "My Mistress. Torture me until I can only crave your whip and words. Take me and break me, make me your slave for the rest of time. Use me and make me your favorite toy to torment."

"Hands and knees, Puppy," she ordered and grabbed his hair to pull him away from her neck. She loved the soft moan that escaped his lips. It was just the perfect addition to his enamoured submission.

"Please let me kiss you again before you punish me," he gasped, "Please, Mistress!" Vi let go of him and laughed warmly.

"You can kiss all you want after your punishment," she said and scooted out from under him. Remus pouted when she got up to get her whips, two leather cat-o'-nine-tails.

"Yes, Mistress," he said sadly and got on his hands and knees.

"If you're a good boy, you can pick which wearable I use," Vi suggested and slid out of her skirt, letting her exposed lady boner bob against her hips.

"I don't want you to use a toy, Mistress, I want to feel you and only you stretching me and filling me, if you would grant me that honor. And if not I can't ask for more than your pleasure," Remus replied and glanced over his shoulder. Vi was holding the milder cat-o'-nine-tails in one hand and thumbing the key with her other hand. Her hip was popped to a side, drawing attention to her curves and her girlcock. It was thick and throbbing with a purple silicone ring around the base just so she could stay hard for him. If he could get hard, his cock would be as tough as steel.

"If you don't want to pick a toy, I might be willing to unlock that cage, as long as you don't cum before me," she said and stared at Remus. His face split into a wide grin and his eyes lit up.

"Please, Mistress! I'll be a good boy for you! I'll be the perfect slut for you to use as you please!" he begged. Vi stalked over and ran her hand over the curve of his ass. Remus shivered at the delicate touch. He knew his cock was pulsing and leaking, but he couldn't help it! Vi could utterly destroy him and yet she never broke him beyond repair.

"Will you?" she hummed and squeezed his plump cheek, "Face forward and answer me clearly, or else." She blindfolded him and then spat on his crack, massaging around his eager pucker with one finger. Remus whined and faced straight ahead. He was more than ready for this!

"Your ass is nice and tight, Puppy," Vi purred and pressed her fingertip into that needy hole, "You didn't play with it at all!"

"No, Mistress, I couldn't bring myself to disobey you!" Remus gasped. He needed so much more than one finger but he could enjoy this.

"Puppy, I said no toys, not no fingers," she teased and removed her hand.

"I'm your toy, Mistress, my hands are your toys."

Thwack

Remus jolted at the sharp sting of the whip slapping his ass.

"And what do we say when Mistress gives you your punishment?" Vi asked darkly and whipped him again over and over. Remus yelped and arched.

"Oh! Oh thank you, Mistress, thank you!" Remus keened.

"That's a good toy. You've been such a brat, I didn't think you'd give in so easily, which sucks because I was ready to get the cane instead," she purred and whipped him again, leaving red streaks across his bouncy cheeks.

"Ah—thank you Mistress!" Remus cried out and grit his teeth. He absolutely loved the sting. He loved being at Vi's mercy. He loved when she ran her hand down his butt to tease his aching blue balls.

"Such a grateful little shit," she taunted before pulling her hand back and whipped him again, much harder.

Remus yelped and blinked away the involuntary tears in his eyes. Vi tutted and whacked him again.

"You're such a dirty little painslut—oozing so much pre already," she scoffed, "You like when I ruin your pathetic ass?"

"No, Mistress, I—" Remus' response died in his throat when the whip struck his ass much harder, causing his arms to cave. It was going to leave one hell of a bruise!

"You know what happens when you lie, Puppy," Vi growled and switched to the studded whip.

"But I'm not lying, Mistress! I love when you ruin my pathetic ass!" Remus argued and yelped when she whacked his ass three times in quick succession, the pyramid studs digging into his flesh.

"Thank you, Mistress! Thank you!" he shouted as tears filled his eyes. He wanted more—more pain, more cracking from the whip, more of his Mistress degrading him.

"Mmm, look at how pretty this ass is, so nice and red," Vi purred and ran a hand over his plump, bleeding cheeks while she licked the other one clean. The delicate touch was like icy fire on his tender skin, making him quake. She never did go easy on him, and it only made him hotter and needier.

"Thank you Mistress!" Remus gasped as she ran her tongue over the curve of his ass, tasting his fresh blood. The satisfied purr that escaped her lips from the coppery taste made his heart swell—he was her putrid man thing and her Sanguis Meretrix, the perfect drink for a powerful beauty such as her. She slapped his rear and watched her bad boy tremble.

"Why don't you tell your Mistress exactly what you did to earn this," she said and brought the whip down on his ass a few more times, getting harder with each desperate cry and expression of gratitude.

"Mm, I kept teasing my Mistress," he said and blinked away more involuntary tears, "I kept making lewd comments and touching her thick juicy ass and getting her riled up!"

"That's right, Puppy, but you know that's not all you did," Vi hummed wickedly and whipped him again and again. He was shouting and moaning with each hit, making so much noise that made her cock twitch.

"I sent my Mistress nudes and lewds in the middle of the day when she was filming and in costume and I promised to worship every inch of her gorgeous body and be her perfect little fuck toy!" Remus answered before his arms gave out. His caged cock was pulsing and oozing so much precum.

Vi smacked his tender ass once more and threw the whips aside. He was so pretty with his ass in the air, bruised and swollen. His strong thighs quaked and his back was arched just enough to show off the scars and muscles gracing his form. It sent a delightful chill down her spine to know that she could bring such a strong fighter to such a state. Her girlcock throbbed the longer she admired her handiwork.

She crawled over him, grinding her hard cock against his ass and pulled him flush to her chest by the hair. She needed to feel his heated skin against hers, more than just his supple cheeks sandwiching her length.

"Good boy," she purred and licked his cheek, tasting his tears, "Taking your punishment so good like a dirty little pain slut! You're so sexy like this, crying for me, trembling and eager to please."

"How should I please you, Mistress?" Remus gasped, "I can gag myself on your girlcock while you whip me and torment me, or I could I can eat your beautiful booty until I suffocate or—"

"Play with my tits. I'll unlock the cage and then—" Vi cut him off and pulled him into a needy kiss. She ground against his tender ass, swallowing his whines and purring at the delicious friction.

"Anything you wish, Mistress," Remus gasped when she pulled back for air, "Bind me to the bed and take every drop of life from me, use me and abuse me until you're satisfied!"

"Does my good boy want to get tied up?" Vi jeered and dragged her nails over his chest, raking through the wispy curls of hair, burning him in their wake, "Get your cock unlocked just to have all control taken away?"

"Yes Mistress!" Remus gasped as she twisted his nipples, "Make me your dildo and use me!"

"I want to fill your ass before I unlock you, then once you finish worshipping me, I want to tie you down and ride you until your balls are empty," Vi purred and rubbed around his areolas, teasing him so gently it was maddening. She summoned a pair of nipple clamps with a chain, "Do you want that, Puppy?"

"More than air, Mistress," Remus gasped as she tugged his nipples, making them stiff. He cried out when she attached one clamp and whimpered. Vi just had to choose the ones with teeth that dug into his flesh. His caged cock was pulsing and leaking so much precum when she attached the other side.

"Tha—Thank you, Mistress," Remus wheezed and arched appreciatively. He was crying, absolutely lost in subspace. Remus hoped he looked like the perfect snack for his Violet Widow with his beaten ass grinding against her and his locked cock coated in his fluids.

"Mmm, you really are such a horny little bastard," she taunted and dragged her nails down his belly, slowly enough to feel his muscles twitching, "and such a bratty tease."

Remus' breath hitched when she ran two fingers over his cock, his swollen balls, and up to his puckered entrance. She purred and sat up, slotting her girlcock between his legs.

"Such a needy little slut," she taunted and pressed a finger into his hole, making him gasp, "So much pre already, and you didn't think to save it to fill me."

"I'm sorry, Mistress!" Remus wailed as she curled her finger against his walls, "I'm such a bad toy! Please punish me more!"

"Not this time," Vi said and added another finger, gently thrusting in and out of his tight hole, "I know just what to do with that waste."

Remus gasped and moaned as she stretched him and teased just below his prostate. He knew he was pulsing around her fingers, unconsciously trying to pull them in deeper and squeeze them. He was in hell, aching and sore and too aroused to think. He swore there was nothing more she could do to keep him on edge.

Until she ground her cock against his. Remus keened as her thick, hard length grazed over his cage. He was going insane, begging incoherently as he coated her with his own natural lube.

"This might be the slickest fuck your ass will ever have," Vi jeered, scissoring her fingers and coating her girlcock with Remus' precum. She loved the friction of his metal cage and the heat urging her fingers in deeper. He was so close!

"Please! Please let me cum, Mistress! You're so incredible and I don't know if I can hold back! I'll keep going! I'll be a good boy! Please!" Remus pleaded with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Hold it," Vi ordered and pulled away. Remus groaned as he was left unsatisfied and twitching. Violetta snickered and rubbed his fluids all over her length, moaning softly. She couldn't think of anything hotter than smearing her boyfriend's precum over her hard length just to fill him, except for actually filling him.

"So cruel—" Remus pouted, only for his voice to die in his throat. Vi grabbed his hips and pushed into his ass, groaning from the slick burn pulling her in.

"What was that?" Vi grunted when she was fully sheathed. Her hands found his hips and she rubbed circles on them with her thumbs. Remus was quaking, trying to adjust to the intrusion and moaning the whole time.

"My—My Mistress is so cruel! So wonderfully wicked to a bratty boy like me!" Remus groaned, "I love when she's cruel and mean!"

"What about when she's kind?" Vi asked and slowly rocked her hips. Remus gasped and arched his back, mentally mapping out how she filled him, adoring the gentle teasing that sent his mind to the next plane.

"I love when my Mistress is kind! I love her tender kisses and soft skin against mine! I don't deserve to have such an ethereal goddess, a queen of the dead who could take my last breath with one kiss. My Mistress is so wonderful and terrible and I am so blessed to be worthy of licking the dirt off her boots!"

"Puppy, you know you're worth so much more than that," Vi sighed and carefully rocked her hips.

"I know, Vi, I'm just a sorry little bitch boy when you fuck me and tease me like this, otherwise I'm a sexy beefcake who fucks like a champ!" Remus responded and let out a soft moan. He could risk stepping out of the scene for a moment. It was worth it to hear her soft laugh.

"You're my sexy beefcake who fucks me like a champ," she corrected and kissed his neck, "Now tell Mistress what you need."

"I need Mistress to pound my bussy and make me scream for her," Remus whined, "I need it to hurt!" Vi purred and licked up his neck.

"It will, Puppy," she said and grabbed the chain. Remus yelped when she yanked on it, causing the teeth to dig into his tender nips. His cock pulsed, desperately trying to grow. His mouth hung open in a silent scream as his mind went blank. He felt the chain brush his lips and he instinctively bit down on it.

"Good boy," Vi cooed and ran her nails over his back to grab his hips, "Don't you dare let go." Remus whimpered in response, he couldn't say anything without dropping the chain and nodding would hurt. Violetta took some pity on him and accepted that reply.

She pulled back to the head and slammed back in with a growl. Remus screamed as she set a brutal pace, digging her nails into his hips. He wailed and moaned for her, unable to think as his nerves fired off rapidly.

The stabbing pain in his nipples and the slap of her hips against his beaten rear did nothing but heighten the ecstasy from his Mistress pounding his prostate. He was openly crying, mentally mapping the shape of Vi's girlcock, and listening to her animalistic melody.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight!" Vi grunted and bit down on Remus' shoulder. She was hammering into him, getting squeezed and pulled back deeper with each thrust. She loved the way his walls fluttered around her, the way he screamed and cried out.

"Mis—Mistress!" Remus gasped, dropping the chain, "Please! Please let me cum!" His core was tight and his cock was oozing so much that there was a wet slap every time her balls swung against his.

"Hold it," she hissed, "Not until you have my cum deep inside you, Puppy!" Vi was losing her rhythm, chasing her sweet release as her core tightened.

"Yes Mistress!" Remus sobbed.

"You're my puppy, my fuck puppet, no one else can break you! Tell Mistress who you belong to!"

"Anxiety! Violetta!" he shouted, trembling from holding back, "My spider queen! She's so ruthless and beautiful, the only woman I could ever be with!"

Vi groaned and slammed all the way in. Her hips twitched as a thin stream of cum spurted from the head, making it impossible for her toy to hold back. Remus clamped down and moaned as his entire body quaked and his cock pulsed.

"When—When did I say you could cum?" Vi panted and pulled out. Remus flopped on his stomach and sobbed. He was supposed to be a good boy!

"Remus?" Vi asked and banished the rope and blindfold.

"I'm sorry! Please don't leave me locked up! Please don't stop!" he cried. Vi crawled in front of him and grabbed his chin, tilting it up to look into his eyes.

"Puppy, what's my favorite color?"

"Green."

"You're not in trouble, Mistress forgot to tell you to cum, you did so good," she said softly and kissed his forehead, "and Mistress isn't done with you."

"Vi?" Remus asked and dried his eyes.

"Roll over, Puppy. You earned this," she said and pulled the key from her neck. Remus gasped and flipped over, wiggling excitedly. Vi smirked at her toy and crawled over his legs.

"My big strong himbo is such a good boy," she cooed and swayed her hips as she unlocked the cage. Remus gasped and moaned softly when her fingers brushed his soft cock and she slipped the cage off, and then the ring from around his balls.

"Thank you! Thank you, Mistress!" Remus groaned and sat up in time to see her throw the cage aside and lick her fingers clean.

"Such a good boy, let Mistress clean you up," she purred and pulled her hair back. Remus' breath hitched as she swooped down and licked his balls, tiny kitten licks to drive him crazy.

"Thank you Mistress," Remus breathed, watching as she ran her tongue up and down his length. He was finally able to get hard and it felt so good.

"Mmm, my tasty little slut, you still want to worship your Mistress?" she teased and sat back on the bed. Remus nodded excitedly, clasping his hands in front of him. Vi snickered and curled her finger, beckoning him over.

Remus pounced and kissed her, snaking his tongue into her mouth and pulling her close. Vi ran her fingers through his hair and moaned softly. She could lose her mind with the way his lips brushed over hers, taste the longing on his tongue.

"Remus!" she gasped when he trailed kisses down her neck, slowly lingering to suck on her unmarked skin. His hands wandered to her sides, rubbing them with featherlight touches and drawing circles with his thumbs.

"Mistress," Remus grunted and nipped at her shoulder, "Always so beautiful," he purred and licked her collar bone, "My body aches for you, craves your touch." He continued to kiss and suck marks across her collar bone, drinking in her moans and gasps.

"Puppy," Vi gasped, "You're so good to me. Even though you're gay—"

"Scare Bear," Remus said and sat up, running his hands over her ass, "You should know by now that I'm not gay, I'm Vi-sexual!"

"You dork!" she laughed and shivered as he kneaded her cheeks.

"You know you love it! And I know I love your spidery ass, I mean I loved it before, but now, my god!" Remus jeered and swooned. Vi snickered and dragged him down for another quick kiss.

"Get back to worshipping your Mistress, Puppy, no one else makes me this hot," she ordered with a smirk. Remus wiggled his eyebrows and ran his tongue down around the curve of her breast.

"So beautiful," he breathed before kissing the soft mound around the pebbly areola, just to make sure that the nipple was hard and sensitive. Vi was purring and running her fingers through his hair, petting her good boy while he circled her nipple with his tongue, that soft wet tongue could make her melt in so many ways.

Remus was slow to take that nipple into his mouth, taking care to make sure she enjoyed the electricity in each movement. He wanted to hear her as he drank in every dip and curve with his hands. But he did manage to close his lips around the bud eventually, and sucked lightly, choosing to tease the piercing with his tongue.

"Don't be so gentle," Vi said between gasps. Remus giggled and tugged her nipple with his teeth. She threw her head back and groaned, grabbing his hair and wrapping her legs around his hips.

"I love it when you make those sounds," Remus purred and kissed his way to the other side, "I love it when you pull me closer. I love wearing your clamps. love feeling your girlcock twitch when I touch you like this." He ran his hands up her thighs, grazing them with his nails, paying extra attention to the tender hickies and bite marks. He sucked the other nipple roughly and twisted it with the piercing. If Mistress wanted more, she would get her wish!

Vi kept gasping, clawing at his scalp and shoulder. She ground her hips up against Remus, only to rub against his hardening cock. She loved the friction, feeling his cock getting hotter and firmer against hers.

She keened when he licked and kissed down her covered belly. His mustache tickled and his lips were wet and soft. Remus slipped lower and lower, dragging her cock up his chest as he teased around her navel.

"Please fuck my bara tiddies, Mistress," he mumbled against her and ran his tongue down to her hip bones. He bit down lightly and sucked on the dip between her hip and belly, causing her to buck against him and grind against his chest and the clamp chain.

"You're so sexy, Mistress," he said as he trailed towards her girlcock, "You drive me wild, like an untamed beast!" He ignored her hard-on and marked up the other side to match.

"Tame me, Mistress," he growled, "Tame the beast you bring out of me and break me like a bratty whore, Cara Mia!" He lurched forward before he reached her cock and kissed down her neck.

"Remus," Vi said airily, "Stop." Remus immediately unlatched his mouth and sat on his haunches. Vi stood up, panting and achingly hard.

"On your back, Puppy. You need to be tied down before you get too rowdy." She licked her lips and smirked at him. Remus flopped on his back and spread his arms and legs.

"Please tie me down, Mistress!" he whined and wiggled, making his dick bob and bounce and the chain on his chest rattle. He was so cute and eager!

"Oh Puppy," Vi hummed and snapped her fingers, conjuring velvety purple ropes around his wrists and ankles that tied to the bed, "You know how to sign out, don't you?"

"Yes Mistress! Two snaps!" Remus breathed. He only had to use his sign if his mouth would be busy, and he was excited by the prospect. Would she gag him? Choke him at the brink of his climax? His cock was pulsing at the thought!

Vi circled him, eyeing him like a piece of meat. Remus shivered under that cold gaze and watched his predator stalk her prey. She stopped when she was standing right above his head and idly stroked her girlcock for show. Remus licked his lips and watched her hand with rapt attention.

"Open up, Puppy," Vi ordered, "You need to polish my girldick with that thrussy." Remus let his jaw hang open and tilted his head back to give her the straightest path.

"That's a good bitch," Violetta cooed and slid the head into his waiting mouth. Remus lapped at it as she pushed further into his throat, only stopping when her balls bumped his nose.

"Swallow it," she ordered and rocked her hips slowly. Remus moaned softly and ran his tongue over a pulsing vein. He kept working his tongue, savoring the taste of his second favorite treat as he swallowed repeatedly.

"Puppy, your mouth is perfect," Vi hissed, slowly fucking into him. She loved the pull, the clenching muscles trying to pull her in deeper. She couldn't resist the urge to fuck his throat when she had the chance, and Remus knew it.

Sadly, she pulled out and gave him a chance to breathe. Remus gasped and stared up at her with wide eyes and a pout. He wanted more.

"Don't make that face," she huffed and crawled over him, her ass hovering over his head, "I need more than just lube this time—you're so hard for me!" Remus gasped when she grabbed his aching cock and stroked it.

"Thank you, Mistress!" he groaned, staring up at her beautiful round ass. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in between those cheeks and delve into that tight hole. He wanted to taste those tight walls and rip as many gorgeous sounds from his Mistress as he could. He wanted to suffocate between those bouncing cheeks.

"Snap if you need air," Vi order coldly and dropped her hips, burying Remus' face. He immediately ran his tongue from her balls to her puckered entrance. He struggled against his bonds, aching to grab her hips and use his fingers to stretch her open.

"Mmm, that's it, Puppy, eat my ass like the dirty slut you are," Vi purred and rolled her hips. Remus keened and circled her entrance with the tip of his tongue, relaxing the muscle and teasing her. He knew how much she loved his teasing tongue, even before she got so sensitive to touch.

Vi kept stroking his cock slowly, conjuring lube on her hand to make sure he was ready. Of course, it would be easier to focus on that if she wasn't hit with wave after wave of ecstasy. Remus' tongue was circling inside her, going deeper and deeper gradually. Her thighs trembled and she couldn't keep quiet by the time Remus was casually fucking into her, slipping out occasionally to run his tongue over her opening.

Remus whined pathetically when Vi got up. He just wanted to bring her over the edge and listen to her coming undone! He didn't need to cum! Not yet!

"Keep complaining and I'll get the flogger," Vi warned and circled around him again. Remus threw his head back and groaned.

"Please Mistress! Please get the flogger! I'm such a bratty painslut!" Remus begged, "Spill my blood until I spill over! I'll be good! Please Mistress!" His eyes were hazy and he was panting.

"You want me to whip you while I ride you?" she questioned and grabbed the cat-o'-nine-tails without the pyramid studs, "You're such a painslut, Puppy."

"Yes, Mistress, I'm a filthy little painslut!" he whined and struggled against his bonds, "I'm a filthy little painslut who needs his Mistress to fuck him senseless!"

"Oh Puppy," Vi teased and situated herself over his throbbing cock, "You never had any sense to begin with." She whipped his belly and smirked at him as he keened. There was no blood or bruising, but his cock was oozing.

"Thank you Mistress!" Remus gasped and watched as she sank onto him. He could feel the heat engulfing him, swallowing him whole, but he wouldn't submit, not when his emo queen of the damned was gasping and making such a beautiful face. Her jaw hung open with her tongue threatening to loll out and her eyes were shut in pure bliss.

"Fuck, you're my favorite toy!" she gasped when their hips met, "Makes me want to ride you every day."

"Anything for you Mistress! Please use me every day!" Remus whined. He could buck his hips if he wanted, but he wanted Vi to adjust first and he didn't want to blow his load too soon.

Vi rocked her hips, grinding on his cock, pressing it against her walls. Remus was entranced by her shallow gasping breaths and lustful eyes glaring daggers at him. Her girlcock bobbed with each movement and she kept clenching around him.

"Scare Bear, you're so fucking gorgeous," Remus said without thinking. He shouted when the flogger came down on his chest, smacking the chain against his skin.

"What did you call me?" Vi snarled and stopped, ready to whip him again.

"'Scare Bear,' Mistress. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking about anything other than how much I adore you, even outside of this kind of play."

"Sappy," Vi commented and brought the whip down a few more times,

"Pathetic. I thought I had to tame a wild beast, not a puppy. Do I have to beat the sappiness out of you?"

"Most mammal predators are docile until provoked. Maybe taking your time to torture me isn't provoking enough to bring out the beast, Mistress, maybe I need it rougher," Remus cooed despite his prior screaming. There was a time to be good, and a time to be a brat.

Vi sneered and grabbed the chain, yanking on his nipples, and whipped him again. He keened and bucked his hips slightly, praying for more.

"You want it rougher," she growled and brought the chain to his mouth, "Bite down, and don't you dare move if you want to keep your dick." Remus obeyed and moaned at the threat. He would gladly let Vi cut his dick off!—If he weren't shocked into a world of sensation.

Vi lifted up and slammed back down on his cock at top speed, making her own bounce and bob against her latex-covered belly. Remus threw his head back and wailed at the clenching muscles gliding over him and pulling him in. His nipples burned from the clamps and his torso stung from the whip. But it was her nails digging into his hips that made him dizzy.

"So big—" she gasped and leaned over him, "—fuck—let's make a deal—"

Remus glanced up at her with wide eyes. What possible deal could she suggest that could be better than this? He was hot and burning, aching for release and trapped at the edge, waiting for his Mistress' blessing.

"—I'll untie you—when I cum. You can fuck me—until you're soft," she panted, still keep up that rapid pace, "Show me—Show me the sexy beast you are—make me writhe—breed me—"

Remus screamed and his hips spasmed. His vision went white as his cock shot load after load into her. Vi, fortunately stopped moving her hips, too busy moaning and spurting thin white liquid from her girlcock. She was clamping down on him, trying to milk him of everything he had.

"Oh fuck," Vi panted and willed the ropes away. She looked down at Remus' blissed out face and smiled at him.

"That felt good, Trash Bat," she said softly and removed the clamps. Remus moaned softly and sat up, pulling her into a hug and burying his face in her shoulder.

"You are incredible," Remus breathed and kissed her shoulder, "I love you, I love you, I love you!"

"I love you too, Remus," she hummed and wrapped her arms around him, "You did so good."

"Even if I came too—?"

"You didn't cum too early. You came exactly when I told you to. You did so good, Puppy," she hummed and rubbed his back, "But I'm not locking you up longer than this."

"One week is enough," Remus agreed, "But I was able to get the next script done and I got my loving girlfriend to make me her bitch, so it wasn't too bad!"

"I'm not bad?" Vi teased and lifted his head. Remus grinned and shook his head.

"You're so fucking good! If you're down, I'm still hard and I want to pin you to the shower wall and make you see the same stars I see when I look into your eyes."

"Help me get out of the latex and cockring, and I will be," she hummed and kissed him on the lips, "And seduce me with your gothic prose about the beauty of chaos and death."

"Be a total sap?" Remus giggled and kissed her again, "Only for you, the only woman who could eviscerate me, force me to swallow my own cock, and eat my lungs. And that's just foreplay!"

"God I love you," Vi snickered and got up, sliding off his cock, "Now a little help with the zipper?"

Remus grinned and got up too. He unzipped the bustier and got to work on the stockings. He had a beautiful trans girlfriend who knew how to make him soft and hard. She was his best friend, his love, his Mistress, and he was happy to have her. And he would take a whole lot more of a beating as long as it meant she would dominate him like that again and again.

[hopesapples]

thinking about knots isnt enough i need to be stuck to your for hours as you pump me full of warepups and show me off to your pack