Lay Claim.
— gender-neutral!Reader x Radagon.
18+ only content under the cut, minors stay away.
Red locks tumble down soft skin, his breathing coming deep and slow, long fingers curling into the sheets beneath him. His body is trembling just slightly; it arches so prettily as you trail a finger down his spine, as you tease his body and watch how eagerly he responds.
Your eyes drink in every bit of the champion, the Golden Order's finest, laying bare before you. Strong arms are splayed against the bed, the muscles of his back taut with anticipation; his chest is pressed to the bed and his rear is raised up so invitingly, his arousal so very evident between his thick and widely-parted thighs.
Your finger trails up Radagon's back once more, before both hands rest on his shoulder blades, slowly dragging down smooth and warm skin to the tune of his blissful sigh. Soon, they're settled upon his shapely backside; and you aren't gentle as you squeeze the plump flesh.
"O-Oh my..." His breathing hitches, his deep tones husky with lust. "Beloved mine... I-I beg of thee..."
The words go straight to your core. He - Radagon, famed Radagon, beloved of the Golden Order Radagon - is begging you for it.
You reward his candour with a firmer squeeze; and you're rewarded in kind with another sweet moan from somewhere deep in his chest.
"Tell me what you want," you say, tenderly rubbing the plushness of his cheeks in slow circles. You're almost mesmerised by the way his soft cheeks give beneath your touch; by the way they clap together as you release them, by the way they bounce just slightly as you rest your hands on them once more.
He shows you as much as he tells you: relinquishing his tight grip on the linens, he reaches back rest his hands atop your own, guiding you to part his cheeks. You can hear his breathing quiver as he bares himself to you, for you; and his tight hole quivers just the same, clenching around nothing, needy and shameless.
You're already moving to honour his silent request, a finger dipping between to circle his twitching entrance, drawing a gasp from his throat.
"Please," Radagon breathes out, red locks spilling down his form as he turns his head to look at you over his shoulder, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with desire.
And he's so very lovely before you as he honours your own request, as he tells you just what he wants:
"I beseech thee... lay claim to me, beloved."
