cuddling that turns into soft kissing that turns into groping that turns into making out that turns into dry humping that turns into barely getting our clothes off that turns into messy desperate sweaty breeding that turns into
morning wood is the wooooorst. can i grab your hips while we're both half-asleep, pump you full, and immediately fall back asleep with my dick still inside you?
Would you be willing to write a second part to the tentacled bar patron? like maybe he follows through on playing with the warlock during service?
A/N: They refer to this one story. Wrote a bit of a shorter one, hope that fine. Enjoy!
After closing (part 2)
Orc x gn!tentacle monster x warlock fem!reader || tentacle sex, sharing is caring, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, double penetration (and triple), dirty talk, free use, anal sex
It had been over a week since your late night “party” with the orc and your patron. You were tempted to invite a pretty nymph over a couple of days ago, but something inside of you said no. It was like something shocking your magic into not agreeing, and when the orc walked back in, you almost gasped, taking a breath so deep you coughed.
He looked in your direction with a smirk so big you just knew he could imagine what you were thinking. Your face blushed, the tips of your fingers lightly shocking the customer in front of you as you passed them their drink. They laughed, and you chuckled without any humor as they left the counter and the orc took their place.
“Looking good, little warlock,” he said without blinking, his smile so big you could see all his teeth.
He licked his lips when he saw the corset you were wearing, exposing your tits in the most marvelous way, or so everyone said as they stared. You kind of loved it, to have everyone’s attention, to be appreciated and looked at with such lust your lower parts tingled in anticipation of whatever would happen later.
Are you here for more of us, orc whore? The voice of your patron asked, making you jump, startled from surprise. They normally didn’t talk when there were other customers in the tavern, always preferring to stay hidden from prying eyes. The orc in front of you blushed, signaling that he heard them, too.
“Ye- yes,” he stuttered, all his bravado disappearing as he turned into a blushing mess again.
“I’m glad,” you told him leaning over the counter to kiss his cheek, making him blush even deeper. He was so cute. “It’s still a few hours until closing, do you want something?”
“You,” he simply said, leaning in your personal space to steal a kiss that left you breathless and made the lights in the tavern flicker. A few monsters cheered and others hollered for you two to get a room.
“If I get a room y’all will all have to go home!” You told them, which earned you a few booing sounds and more than one laugh. “Wait for me?” You asked him with a smile so big your cheeks hurt.
“Gladly.”
You could feel his eyes on you all night long, with each movement, his gaze traveled down your body and created a low simmer of heat that grew and grew. By the time the last customer left, your panties were dripping wet and your body was almost emitting electricity from the power of your desire and horniness.
You weren’t sure who moved first, but within seconds your mouths were joined and he was kissing the breath away from your lips. It was as if the two of you were trying to devour each other, your feet dangling from the air as he held you up.
Starting without me? The voice in both your heads rang, making you break the kiss. Both of you were breathless as your patron kept talking. Don’t stop, I like watching my toys enjoy themselves before I ruin them.
Their words sent shivers down your body, which in turn gave tiny electric shocks to the orc, who moaned at the contact.
Your patron didn’t interfere for a while after that, leaving you and the orc to make out like crazy on top of a table. Your clothes practically flew off of your body with how quickly he ripped them off. His own clothes were accidentally burned when you got too excited by his needy, desperate groping. It was carefree and hot as fuck.
When you felt the tentacles touch your ankle before going up his back, you looked at them to see them saluting you over his shoulder in the most ridiculous gesture ever. Despite the silliness of the gesture, it was one that instead of making you laugh, made your pussy clench in anticipation.
Mmmmm. I want to make you glow again, warlock. Glow all pretty like a pathetic little slut for me. I want you so wet I could slip my biggest tentacle into your welcoming heat. You moaned at your patron’s filthy words. You like that, don’t you? You love when you’re nothing but my plaything.
The orc snorted at that, and you could feel the shift of energy in the air as your patron’s attention shifted to him. You’re no better, you orcish whore. I clearly fucked you so well that you came for more all on your own. Such a pretty little virgin hole, fucked open by my tentacles until you were crying… Another pathetic whore for me. Two toys for the night. Delicious.
It was all so quick, your holes being stretched, the orc opening his mouth in a silent scream as his own hole was teased and soon pounded. The two of you were both nothing more than toys under your patron’s tentacles as they did whatever they wanted with both of you. Neither of you could do anything but enjoy it.
There were tentacles everywhere, all your holes filled, all your erogenous zones played with. You weren’t only glowing, but almost incandescent with the power of the multiple orgasms drawn out of you from the tentacles.
Your orc companion wasn’t any better. His mouth was stretched around a tentacle, the first blow-job he’s given in his life by the looks of it. His ass was stretched and pounded continuously, and from the look of bliss in his eyes, his prostate was squeezed and sucked on so much he was cumming dry.
The sight only added to your desire. He looked so fucking hot being a puppet for your patron, it made you wonder if you looked half as hot as him. But your brain didn’t have enough space to think about it, not when you were being pounded in all holes at once, sent into another orgasm that was practically ripped from you with how hard it hit you.
By the end of the night both of you were crying, holes stretched and your bodies sore, but the contented smiles on your faces were so big they hurt.
“We should get dressed before people start coming in,” you whispered to nobody in particular.
There was a laugh in your head and the orc arched an eyebrow in confusion as your patron started talking. Oh, warlock… You’re so wrong. You are going to lay down on that table and open your pretty legs so our orc whore can feast on your pussy as I watch. Neither of you are leaving quite yet. The tavern will remain closed until I’ve had my fill.
Their voice sounded like a promise… one that you were more than happy to make.
Orc Mate who loves marking you up with his tusks, leaving marks to show everyone who you belong to. He's so proud to show you off to everyone, to show them his cute little tusk-marked mate. He might act all aloof about it, but you can see the glint in his eyes as he holds your hand on outings. You can hear the slightly higher tone of his deep voice as he happily introduces you to his friends and family.
Maybe he pretends to be a grump, but he's your grump, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
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