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[elderxcrone]

blinclambition‌:

The slap of palm to seed-slick skin rang out, Mercury arching under the mage’s squeezing, gripping fingers. He’d pushed so much of what Kai had erupted back into him, and his fingers were all but being squeezed out by the force of the mage’s orgasmic pulses. Tension after tension, wave after wave, he finally let his fingers slip free, most of what coated them having been pulled deep into the mage with his rippling pulses.

That hand returned to his now cum-covered cock, angrily hard and throbbing against its companion, who still shuddered with spurts of further release. Gripping himself steadily, one hand remained at the large man’s furl, the other moving to guide him as he shifted his hips. “Will you open for me, Kai?” Mercury hummed. The head of his thick cock dragged under, knocking Kai’s balls aside, tracing the skin of the mage’s perineum, before bumping against his other hand. That puffy, cum-covered pucker almost kissed at his tip, the way he nudged against it. “Will you let me take you fully? To the base? Until I’m digging my hips against you?” Teasingly, he pushed upwards just a little, spreading that sticky pucker just barely over his tip before pulling back.

Words barely register—though at the same time, those words filled him just the same. Goaded at him. Taunted at him. Some affirmation that weighed onto what sensations were practically seeping into every inch of his glistening form as Mercury managed to let his rut give into a slide that made sure its throbs were felt. It’s prod. That with it, the mighty crone only had a croak of a gasp to spill through his slacked mouth while his thick muscles flexed but only for the shudder that continued to command and corrupt his body—a sluice of sparks that crawled down to his knot that hungered with that push. “H—ah—hh” Kai felt himself sigh—words couldn’t come out of his mouth much more try to form. Need. Fuck. Through his release that left him spent, he bucked—he rolled his hips to chase at the sensation, though only to find the fat shaft of the lord’s throbbing meat glide along the cleft and tease more at the puffy furl of his most intimate spot. No. Please. Kai bucked on, the other’s words and the pleasure itself seemingly turning into the masters of Kai’s own heat.

That with a growl, he swiveled just enough to finally catch it—to squeeze at the very tip quickly then clench firm as if a greedy kiss. Grip. Kai bucked on as it to steady himself. “O—oh no…” Kai whimpered as his firm breasts flexed for a bounce as they practically swayed over Mercury’s face—warm with every breath. “—please,” Kai begged, clenching on but not fully capturing Mercury with his swollen ring of eager heat.

[elderxcrone]

vrsamage‌:

the mage wrinkled his nose in distaste the more and more he continued to twist and turn in front of the nearby mirror. “i understand,” he nodded with a bit of a chuckle, “and i am perfectly fine with my own wardrobe, but i’ve been told that it’s outdated.” though rogan saw his garments as classic and timeless. “and i have a very important dinner tomorrow….” the mage trailed off slowly, mulling his thoughts over as he gave himself one last glance in the mirror. with a final huff, he hastily unbuttoned the shirt and peeled it from his brawny form, offering the garment  to a nearby employee. “——find me something a little simpler, if you could?” he tossed a gold piece to him and watched the young male head back towards the clothing displays. 

another chuckle managed to escape him as he caught sight of his shirtless reflection, “i don’t suppose they’d let me show up like this, would they?” it would certainly be less painful than spending the rest of his day shopping.

With their combined brawn, Kai had to shift in his spot, to veer enough to offer room for the other to be able to squirm out of fine make of the tunic that he had on him without hitting Kai in some way. To think that they were just mere couple of mages with one looking for something to wear, full men yet fed in scholarly work --------- and yet, anyone that walked in could easily mistake them for warriors, that’s for certain. Or dare say, even a king with the hero’s brawn and the easy coin flicked at the other. Kai chuckled then, chest jugging on with the rhythm that grew into a more playful grin.

“Does the important dinner demand that you do it in a bathhouse, Master Rogan?” Kai hummed then, his form swelling on as he folded his arms across his chest as if resorting to inquisition.

          “ --------- or should I ask with whom first?” Kai goaded on.

[elderxcrone]

[lawmastermarcellus]

[bills-skarsgards]

Jason Momoa as Arthur Curry in Justice League (2017)

[leahberman]

garden mist

[elderxcrone]

[ursamajoriis]

“———it’s a bit MUCH.” the court mage gave a quick turn, showing off the ornately designed buttoned-up top, made of golden, embroidered constellations on a sheer, deep navy fabric. it seemed to sparkle like the actual night sky. but, even for rogan, seemed a tad ostentatious ( and oddly revealing ). magic was his forte, not fashion. he tilted his head slightly, still waiting for his second opinion from the man he had decided to bother while shopping. “it’s beautiful, but it is certainly a lot, yes?”

[elderxcrone]

Well, it surely was something. Such an irony of having to be covered in full and yet Kairoz could see most if not all of the other mage. Nonetheless, despite the shimmer and splendor, Kairoz isn’t one to judge—more so with how between the pair, he was more out of place. The delicate fabric and its buttons came with the richness of its embroidery just as the tailor’s shop encumbered onto them with the carve of old wood and swathes of richer silks that would surely cost way more than what Kairoz could afford. “I’m not one to be asked about courtly splendors, Master Rogan...” Kai finally spoke with a smile, nodding down to his own simple robe that barely fit him around the chest that he had left it open. “… but I’d say I admire its design…” he nodded on as it reminded him of his own inclination to cosmic magic.

[elderxcrone]

[elderxcrone]

do you wish you had a pussy?

“——— foolish lot, you are…mortal and mundane…”

[elderxcrone]

do you see yourself ever becoming pregnant? if so, for whom?

No. He does not. Not thathis quick thought on such a question was spurred on by cruelty, but having tohave led a different life than those of court still instilled some semblance ofrealism to the crone that was otherwise amused by wonder. Orphans like him… hehad found himself more inclined to tend to the children that had already beenborn onto the divided land—and even then, what path that he had walked on… filledwith danger and darkness… there are such many things in the world that he’drather be not responsible of inflicting onto the innocent just as it wasinflicted onto him, even more so as he wasn’t bound to do such a duty. 

And besides ———

“ ——— thesecrets of the cosmos comes with the price… that were wonder begins, our bloodends. We could do so much, but bearing children nor spill seed that brims withsuch promise of a future is beyond our capabilities.”

[elderxcrone]

blinclambition‌:

Every tense. Every ripple. Mercury felt more in control of the moment with each passing second of the mage slipping further into surrender. He felt as a victor, a conqueror, a tactical victory made with points struck hard and true; Kai gripped his fingers, suckling them into his ass almost hungrily. That club of a cock swelled, jerked and sputtered, painting the dark cleric from cheek to chest. He shuddered. The splatter was anticipated, but not expected, and not with such heft, such volume.

“Yes… Give in to me, Kairoz…” Mercury whispered, digging that much harder past the mage’s rim, trying to force more of that lifegiving seed from his churning balls. For the moment, he’d felt the mantle of ceremonies long hidden slip over his shoulders. Not the persona of the mindful lord, but the man devoted to the damned. While he rationalized his faith, there were moments in the revel that were…decidedly less so. “What you don’t spill now, I will have from you later.” A promise he would be sure to keep. “Give in.”

The hand not coring the mage out was set to scooping off his chest, cupping to collect the copious cum from the valleys of his abs – then, with another switch, he pulled one hand free and then squelched all the cum he could into Kai’s body, that pucker now hot with attention and slick with the mage’s own load. “Will you take me, Kai? Let me push deep into you, make you feel Inferum’s call when I bury myself within?”

Through heated shudder and the cruel roil of pleasure that took command—what thick cloy and smear that he felt all of a sudden was all the more the spark that furthered the crone into the storm of his own carnal undoing. His own seed pushed by fingers to defile him into getting slick as the still demanding sensations grasped him still that his own meaty paws remained curled against old hard wood. That with yet another push from what torture that he was already receiving, Kairoz’s moan came as a bellow as if it boiled over straight from his core as the tension in his form only led to his fat girth to throb on and force more of him that now came in weaker but still thick spurts as if a testament to how the heat had truly claimed the mage for all he is --------- that all he was then was a mere mountain humbled by his own spurting peak that came further enslaved with the invading fingers. He bucked then. Moaned That as his tight knot clenched and practically suckled those fingers clean of his own creamy seed, pleasure remained constant. No. Pleasure remained as a certain build that only grew on still.

“H—ah-” he finally moaned, sweat sheened breasts swelling as a prod forced his body to arch as he threw his head back in ecstasy. What he won’t spill then—no. A push and a spurt came. He felt—he knew—that he was bound to spill himself full and it didn’t help that he was still yet to fully claim his fill. Hunger was a tense—a tense was another bubble of his seed. Please. “Milord—please,” his strong hand moved down to knead Mercury’s cum-covered pec as if to plea. “--------- gods, f-fill me—” he begged on, pucker clenching on with eager need.

[ohsuestorm]

JASON MOMOA behind the scenes of Justice League (2017) dir. Zack Snyder.

[elderxcrone]

blinclambition‌:

Each creak of the now-reinforced bedframe only furthered the scene building in Mercury’s mind. Kairoz, barely keeping it together above him, that warm chest heaving with each breath. Himself, slick and glowing with oil down his torso. Where their bodies met, heat and the whispers of climax to come, each fat head welling up to run down their squished girths. Each tension, each flex seemed to suckle at Mercury’s pushing fingers, willing them to work deeper beyond Kai’s straining rim.

“But, my friend…” Lord Mulciber started, letting his head fall back as he focused on each point of stimulation. He felt the pressure building, but Kai was clearly closer; perhaps the mage fired early and often, which would make their eventual joining all the sweeter. Further he pushed, digging into Kai to spread that pucker even wider. Mercury shifted with his wrist, twisting the grip to align his knuckles better with the vein of Kai’s throbbing cock, and pulled his hand down against the mage’s root to press against his hip, making that fat tower of a dick stand hard and proud with the pressure. His own was mashed in with his thumb, rubbing along Kai’s length with each short roll of his hips.

“Is that not the point?”

A little more push and it was more than enough to coax the fires that burned through Kairoz’s core and demanded himself be undone. Mere sensations seized his massive brawn into a hard tense all before the shudder from how it all fizzled through every cord and vein in his body had him buck down against the other’ strong form. Sound couldn’t be stopped then—that as Mercury continued to tease his very furl with its nudges, the wood creaked against Kai’s grip as his head hung over his chest in some pathetic mewl that further gave away his current state of such sweet weakness that the other continued to taunt him on with. Sparks came—and where it did, the crone bucked, meeting that finger with a clench only to feel that grip tighten against his girth and assault him even more with this friction that had him harden more. Throb. Pulse. Somewhere inside. Somewhere deep. All at once he could feel the pleasure flow through him and every lewd roll of his hips that fucked firmer against Mercury’s grip that such slick wet sounds mingled with his moans that spilled over and over. Tight. Tighter. Kairoz could feel his inside quease into this knot that had him clench even more. Even tighter. Close. Closer. Fuck. The crone bucked. Throbbed. Clenched.

“—m-milord—h—aanh—” the gasp was almost a mere whimper—a defeated sigh that led onto this choke all before a louder and deeper moan finally spilled in full. And with a shudder, a thick burst of his seed splattered along Mercury’ chest—and face. Though a pleasure remained—as pleasure burned on—a clenched and a buck milked him on with another generous salvo that came in thicker rope of white where the same stark white flashed within Kai’s skull as he threw his head back in surrender to the peak that had his release come flooding and flooding—and flooding.

[elderxcrone]

[elderxcrone]

Look who’s still getting a good dicking at his age.

“ ——— what can I say, my bones have yet to come weary.”

[elderxcrone]

oceanking-obasi‌:

Obasi watched as the mage dove into the water and came up across the other side of the wide bath. Waving his arm the candles lit and he smiled. His eyes looked over every inch of Kai, admiring his form before pushing off of the seat he was seated in. He sighed as he made his way behind the other. His hands rubbed over the male’s ass, admiring them more before going up his back. “This side is a very good side too,” he hummed, letting his hands massage the other’s shoulders. Leaning down he nipped at the mage’s right cheek and grinned.

“Your body is wonderful,” he mused, letting his eyes settle on the two round globes before him. He couldn’t be bothered to wait any longer. His hands grabbed each cheek and spread them apart before leaning down and letting his tongue lap over the tight ring of skin hidden between them just once. He growled, tasting the sweet flesh. Moving in closer he pressed a kiss to the hole before his tongue began its assault on it. His tongue wiggled and pushed against the tight ring with a desire and need to taste more, to get Kai moaning for him. He was determined at this point to taste every inch of that round ass.

To entice the other to approach had been the very brunt of Kai’s display—though while he had expected it so, to be approached, to feel the King’s touch onto him still commanded him to shudder and tensed as his massive arms flexed along the edge of the warm pool. It would be bound to be futile, his attempt to cling. That from the mere pry that had him exposed, Kai already had a sigh to push of from the swell of his breasts. In that first prod and the moan soon followed. Careful or not, they were only but two kinds of torture. The ghost of that prod sparked pleasures like a tease—the kiss that followed was a gentle breath to an ember that only had Kai growl on from how his skin prickled in heat’s caress that taunted on. Already he was needing. And in his squirm for purchase, his feet under the water and trying to plant firm against the ornate tiles, his fat cheeks bobbed until the King caught them once more for that more pointed assault.

“H—ah—” Kai threw his head back as words failed and the drag of his moan spilled out instead. And with the King;s tongue savoring the taste of his most hidden furl, the once imposing crone then collapsed into a hunch as he could only buck back against the sinful slither of the tongue that sought him undone. Needless to say, he was succeeded. His weakness under assault, his body was quick to suffer sweetly against tense and shudder as pleasure seeped surely into him—that in the buck of his hips, he could feel his arousal rub against the wall of the pool that only goaded more from him. His knot clenched, as if to flutter against that lecherous tip that tickled and lashed and forced him to quiver as if his strength was being sapped. “—Y-our Majes-ty—” the crone managed to sigh, the sound just as shaky as the state of his brawny form as the King continued to taste him.