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#ForeseenPleasure The 18+ sideblog for @devilsprophet.

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[calinhorror-deactivated20250824]

i need to sink my teeth into your soft flesh while i put it in. let me bite you, mark you, scratch you and be this violent and starved. i need to make you submit to me.

[foreseenpleasure]

@rotinthedark sent:

"This one's my favorite..."

His hand kept a vigorous pace on Astor's slicked cock as he whispered into the man's pointed ear from behind, smirk evident in his voice. His 'mentor' had indicated to him an enjoyment of his capability as a warrior, from which a curiosity had been born. Sebastian stood behind him, looming over his seated form upon his dedicated desk chair (of which he'd been kind enough to drag back far enough to avoid risking a mess). His other arm was wrapped around his upper torso to hold him in place.

Astor liked poking and testing boundaries, after all. Only seemed fair to dole a little bit of it back, just to see what he could get away with too. Thus, he'd been recounting some of his most memorable moments in combat to a steadily increasing pace. He certainly had no shortage of them, with all his time running with Link.

Besides, the older man looked like he needed a break. Something to clear his head. Sebastian was happy to oblige.

"So, you know how quick storms can start up around here. Outta nowhere, sometimes. Well, one caught us just as we were maneuvering around a sleeping black hinox. Not worth the energy. The thunder woke it up and it saw us. Could have run from it, but by that point, it's just the principle, y'know?

"Thing is, metal risks lightning strikes. Most of my gear is fine, except my sword. And, unfortunately, we were pretty low on arrows at the time. We decided to test our luck and take it down quick."

His hand pumped faster, calloused thumbpad sliding over the head with each trip upwards. Astor was close, so it was time to bring him home.

"We were making headway, trading opportunities to hit from different angles, but the shin-guards they wear are a pain when you're going melee. Then, my sword started to spark. That's when I had an idea.

"With it jolting like crazy, just seconds to spare, I ran and hopped up its hulking body as it was hunched over for an attack..." Sebastian's head ducked in low, his hot breath hitting the grey skin on his neck.

Faster...

"Positioned myself just behind its head..."

Faster...

"Held my blade up high..."

Nearly there...

"And..."

The sharpest BITE he could make without breaking skin was delivered straight to Astor's neck, perfectly timed with where Sebastian had led his imagination to. The climax he'd been anticipating came right after, coating Sebastian's hand as he considerately caught it for him through each slower stroke. His voice was a choppy murmur back into his ear, breathing heavy with his own pleasure from Astor's current state.

"... I plunged it straight into its throat just as the might of the gods themselves struck down through my blade. Blood gushed at my feet as it surged through its entire body without mercy. I could hardly hear the thunder over its scream. I rode the beast as it collapsed, lifeless and fried to a crisp, and whipped the blood off my sword with a swing in the rain as I walked away perfectly unscathed."

Needless to say, some of Link's creativity had clearly left its mark on him.

My, what a delightful pupil he did have.

Sebastian’s initial advancement had been met with no shortage of amused curiosity, brow quirked at the hand that slid down his trousers. Oh, sweet darling, his look had said, are you so eager to please?

He was—and, to Astor’s pleasant surprise, he far surpassed expectation.

The novelty was certainly not lost upon Astor. For all his past lovers, none had thought to do this. His hand wrapped around to grip the base of Sebastian’s hair, giving a subtle twist of reward for every movement he did right—that speed, over the head, down to the base, yes, just as he’d taught him—and the man remained as observant as ever, even as he gave his thorough, detailed reports of past fights and killings.

Astor imagined each with crisp detail, and only lamented that he had not been present to see them in true.

It was that tender little kiss to his neck that finally got him to the brink, a low, drawn out moan joining the bittersweet frustration of a bite digging just shy of blood. Still so careful, that Sebastian. Perhaps they would work upon that next.

His chuckle came out in a dark rumble as Astor used his grip upon Sebastian’s hair to guide him to hide lips.

“Good boy,” he murmured into the hint of a kiss, velvet voice cloaked in grit, “What an enthralling story. Now clean your hand with that talented tongue of yours and drop to your knees. I want to see if you can repeat those tales while filled with my cock—make me hard again, won’t you, sweets?”

[foreseenpleasure]

Astor rolling his eyes to the heavens as he tosses his cloak aside.

“Go jump on Lord Ganondorf’s cock, you’ll surely forget all about it.”

[foreseenpleasure]

One of Astor’s favorite pastimes is forcing his partners to speak when they’re clearly overstimulated and can barely string together coherent thoughts, let alone words. 😌

He knows he can make them say whatever he wants, their deepest secrets and desires offered up on silver platters, like the good little fuck toys they are. 🖤

[lustynocturne-deactivated202509]

You're so obsessive it gets me hard, puppy.

I have to tease you until you beg me to touch you. Only then I'll pound into you until you're a crying and whimpering mess and all you know is my name. My pathetic sweet little doll.

[foreseenpleasure]

"Gentleman, relax. You two are gonna kill eachother before you’re even done here! ….i-it’s honestly kinda hot though—"

"Don't speak."

It is Astor's voice that gives the command, sharp and swift between the sparse space between his lips and Ganondorf's, droplets of blood kissing with every movement.

But it is Ganondorf's eyes that glance Kohga's way, pinning the instruction in place. Then his eyes are back to Astor's, a spark to flame.

"You could never kill me—you're too weak," he huffs into their kiss, and there is a flash of movement as hands and arms twist and turn before stilling just as quickly.

Astor's hand held a knife to Ganondorf's torso, its edge gleaming against the candlelight.

"Perhaps," Astor's voice dips and slithers into tangled breath as he slips inside Ganondorf's once more, "But I would fuck that wound before I go and have you begging for more."

A chuckle buried a moan into their kiss.

"I wonder," Astor continues, "how long before you lose your head again once I'm not here, hm?"

The silence dwindles to a growl.

It is a very, very long night.

[foreseenpleasure]

Probably gonna die from embarrassment from sharing this, but I was thinking of this thread with @certainappeel and wanted to try an experiment where writing an intimate scene using only dialogue. It was an interesting challenge! Enjoy 🤣

"Say it, Pet—beg for me come for your useless little cock." "Fuck you—" "I can keep going—" "Fuck you—" "Your legs are shaking—" "Fuck you—" "Say it." "Please—p—please—" "Please what?" "Please—come—for my—useless—little—cock—" "Gods, you're pathetic. Use your hand, Pet. I'm not going to come from your weak little ruts alone." "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you—" "Want me to fill your sweet little hole after this?" "Yes—yes—yes—"

"Want me—to fuck you, Kohga?" "Yes—yes—" "Don't be—a dumb dog—say it." "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me—" "Pathetic little pet—with your useless—little—cock—and you're mine—all mine—" "Yours—" "Who does—your little cock—belong to?" "You—" "Who does—your fucking come—belong to?" "You—you, you, you—" "You wanna come, baby?" "Yes, yes, please, yes, say it, Astor, say it, please—"

"Faster, baby, you're not first this time—" "Astor—I can't—I can't—" "Do it." "Please, please, please, please, please, pleeeease—I'm yours, yours, yours, I'm pathetic, useless, yours, baby, baby, baby—" "That's it—that's it—ah—ah huh—now come, Kohga—"

"Ah, ah, fuck, Astooor—"

"...Good boy. Say thank you." "Fuck you—ah." "You want me to fuck that delicious body of yours or not?" "Th...thank you, Astor..." "On your belly. Now."

"That eager for more of me, huh...?"

"Eager to show you what a real cock can do."

"I hate you."

"But you love my fucking cock, don't you?"

"Fuck...y-yeah—I do..."

"Say it."

"I love—ah—I love your—fucking—cock—"

"Again."

"I love—your—cock—"

"Are you desperate for me, Kohga?" "I'm—ah—I'm desperate—" "Are you pathetic for me, Kohga?" "I'm pathetic—" "Are you my little fuck toy, Kohga?" "I'm your little fuck toy—" "I fuck better than you, don't I, Pet?" "N-no—that's—" "My cock is so much better than yours, isn't it, you stupid fucking toy?" "No—no—" "That's why—you fucking—need it—like a damn—bitch in heat—" "I—I—" "Admit it, or I'm gone." "I—fuck—you fuck—you fuck better—than me—" "And?" "And—and—your cock—is—is—is so m-much better—than—mine—"

"But I love your little useless cock, Kohga—don't you—ever forget—"

"Ah—ah—" "I love your—cute—little—tears—" "Astor—" "Your sweet—perfect—hole—" "Astor—" "So—needy—" "Astor—!" "Again, Pet?" "Please—!" "Oh, and that—how I fucking—love—that you can't come—without those—three little words—" "Astor—!" "Should I—say them?" "Y-yes—b-bastard—" "I love you—" "That's not—" "I love you—" "Not what—" "I love you—" "Please—" "Gods—I do love you—what a—fucking—burden—" "Ngh—" "Gonna—fill you with me—until you taste me—in your throat—" "Oh—" "Want you—equal parts—blood and come—my little—fucking—Pet—"

"Oh—" "You want that?" "Yes—yes—fuck—yes—fill me—breed me—mark me—yes—███ ██ ██, ███ ██ ██, ███ ██ ██—" "Ohh, I fucking—love—when you—use—that native tongue—" "███ ██—███ ██—███ ██ ██, ██, ████—" "Now come, Kohga."

[certainappeel]

"Tch…I doubt he even thinks about me when he’s away."

"Ugh, whatever. I don’t think about him either!! Why would I? I have Lord Ganondorf all to myself. Mine, mine, mine, allllll mine!"

[devilsprophet]

He had arrived unprompted—always did—only to find his pet muttering to himself with a rather displeased expression upon his face.

Astor slips in from behind, a hand to Kohga’s hip in silent claim, a kiss to his neck in greeting.

His voice grazes against dark skin, soft and warm as he says, “Constantly, darling.”

[certainappeel]

Kohga stiffens only slightly as Astor’s lips tickle the fine hairs at the back of his neck. There is a part of him that wants to fold, give in, and let himself melt away to whatever charm Astor might dangle over him. Those little morsels of affection Kohga always hungered for.

Instead, he fortifies himself with an air of cool indifference, huffing as one eye flicks to his periphery and away from the work strewn across his desk.

He must physically keep himself from rolling his eyes.

"Uh-huh, I’m sure it’s all true."

He tosses several papers to the side, bending over the table further to inspect a map he and Ganondorf had been mulling over several hours before.

"Always full of hot air, aren’t we? So, to what do I owe this visit? Got bored fuckin’ all the dames and guys that looked your way while you were out?"

[foreseenpleasure]

“Mm, they did well enough,” Astor muses as his hands continue to grip and trace Kohga’s hips, pulling him closer as kisses pepper up his neck.

“Lady Aziel is such a tender little thing, like fucking a porcelain doll—but rather eager to please, all things considered.”

He takes a mouthful of flesh, suckling it until the color darkened beneath his tongue.

“And Lord Byron is always entertaining. The man can scream.”

He chuckles, breath hot against Kohga’s bruising skin.

“Oh, but look at you, busy at work, hm? Shall I leave you to it?”

[foreseenpleasure]

Astor loves to train his pets to only be able to orgasm by his command, btw. 😌

The training always starts subtly, repeated alongside edging, associated only with the highest, sweetest of releases, again and again and again.

It’s always the same command trigger—

Now come, (name).

[foreseenpleasure]

When all three of you go to bed together, do both you and your king take Kohga? Or decide on only one to do it? Is Kohga the only one gets fucked?

Astor answers without so much as glancing from his book.

“It depends. Do you always prep your meat the same way?”

[certainappeel]

@devilsprophet replied : Astor jerks him down with a fistful of hair, his voice calm and quiet as he speaks, “It seems I’ve been gone too long. Have you forgotten how to ask properly, you *stupid little toy?*”

Kohga gasps slightly, but smiles his easy smile as he is brought down, eyes flicking up towards Astor through heavy lidded lashes with eyes that were most certainly not dulled in the slightest. They gleamed, clear and keen.

"I wasn’t asking."

[foreseenpleasure]

“And now you won’t at all,” Astor responds with a cold tone that is betrayed by the mirrored gleam in his eyes, old pieces falling back into place, “now, you’ll beg. Or do you want to suck your own cock that badly?”

Some things never changed.

[certainappeel]

@devilsprophet: “Mmhmm…get over here.”

Kohga saunters his way right over, hips swaying side to side, a goofy, lopsided grin weighing down the side of his face. It’s the face he makes when they both know Kohga is about to say something so, incredibly stupid or cheesy. Or both.

"Sooooo this is the part where I get to say… I’m seriously magnetic~?"

"Slap my ass and call me a magnesis rune!"

[foreseenpleasure]

Definitely both.

There’s a sigh trapped between Astor’s lips as he gives a subtle shake of his head. Beyond his silent reprimand, however, comes a flash of something bordering upon playful.

He grins, and as Kohga all but crawls into his awaiting lap, Astor does indeed bring his hand down in a swift smack across his plump bottom cheek.

“Must be why it’s such a chore to be rid of you.”

[foreseenpleasure]

Let us speak in truth

I see no future

In which I mark you

With circles of gold or stone

But that, darling,

Is quite alright

For my claim lies instead

In a curved silver line

That whispers more than gems could howl

You are mine

You are mine

You are mine

And beneath that stitched skin and muscle and blood

Far, far beneath—

Dearest,

I am yours.

[alexandritefang]

Wait until I hit your prostate, I bet there's a good boy under that cocky bastard facade

[certainappeel]

Its always no Astor this, no Astor that during the day

YES YES ASTOR YES YES YESYESYES at night 😎

[foreseenpleasure]

Astor knows 😏

[foreseenpleasure]

Do you use any pet names for your King?

“My king.”