Why is it when we're on our periods---WE GET SO THIRSTY? 😡😩😡 I'M MAD AND ALSO THIRSTY AT THE SAME TIME---I need Togame Jo on my right and Endo Yamato on my left! 😡😡😡
Synopsis: After being apart, you spend a lot of time in bed with Acnologia
Word count: 1.2k
Even when the beginning was terrifying, the reunion with Acnologia turned out well. You picked up where you left off, starting by cleaning the cottage and leaving out some ads about your healing services in the city.
Acnologia stayed with you, usually for days before leaving for another one of his trips. He could be gone from days to weeks, sometimes even months. This time he had been gone for a week before returning back to you.
Obviously, he wouldn’t share any information about where he’s been or where he was going, most likely to prevent you from interfering with his plans. But since you haven’t heard him causing any damage anywhere in the continent, you decided to keep it low until something comes up.
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It was a rainy evening. Time moved slowly as you washed dishes and listened to the calming sound of droplets falling into the ground. As you scrubbed a plate, the shadow of his form engulfed you. The pads of his fingers brushed on your body before placing his hands on your waist, his hot breath fanning against your head as he closed the gap between your bodies.
A small, knowing smile appeared on your lips. His hunger for you seemed insatiable sometimes, but you enjoyed his touch, even if he got a little rough with you.
As he pressed himself softly against you, his calloused hands caressed up to gently feel up your breasts. You inhaled silently, your heart beating faster as heat rushed in between your legs. Nonetheless, you continued the chore, but when he planted a kiss on your bare shoulder, you closed your eyes and leaned your head back.
“Mmmh… I gotta finish these,” you mumbled, mainly to yourself.
He ignored your plea. Instead, he planted hot, open-mouthed kisses up your neck while groping your breasts more demandingly, making it impossible to fight the growing lust. Slowly you let go of the plate and gave in to his touch. Arching your back, you felt his hardened erection pressing up against you. A tormented sigh passed your lips as the heat was now unbearable, making your walls burn in need.
You felt him lift the hem of your simple dress and sneak his hand underneath it. Instinctively, you bent over a little and spread your legs, allowing his thick fingers to push the thin lace of your panties to the side and feel your folds.
You were ready quite quickly, slick pooling on your little hole, but he still thrusted two fingers inside to prepare you for himself. You moaned, your hands clutching the edge of the counter as he stretched you out. He breathed heavily, turned on by the slick coating his fingers.
His other hand suddenly grasped your wrist as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “’m gonna fuck this little pussy now.“
You ended up on your belly, beneath him on the bed. Desperate, nearly pitiful moans fell down your lips as he slammed into you hard and steady. Your hands gripped the sheets weakly with tears of pleasure clinging onto your lashes.
He panted above you, leaning his weight on his veiny forearms while focusing on chasing his own high. He’s made you cum multiple times, creamy rings on the base of his cock acting as a lascivious evidence of the overwhelming pleasure. He also knew you were at your limit as your cute whimpers had become more pathetic and pleading. Stopping momentarily, he pulled out and sat on his knees.
“Turn around,“ his deep voice commands.
You obeyed with troublesome motions. But he grabbed your hips impatiently, making you squeal as he pulled you closer and spread your legs on his sides. As he wrapped a hand around his girth and slapped the head of his cock against your clit, the jolts of pleasure made you cry out in overstimulation.
When he sank back inside your pussy, you leaned your head back and shut your eyes, fingers gripping the sheets as he adjusted his position and started ramming his cock inside you again. Your breasts bounced against his chest, your legs shook and obscene squelching sounds echoed as your juices dripped out with each harsh slam. Your hands sought comfort from his broad shoulders and muscular arms, occasionally scratching his skin.
He grinned and leaned in closer, “I’m gonna fill you up soon,“ he groaned in your ear before giving the shell a bite.
“P-please.. I can’t take it anymore..” You sob, your despair sending a rush to his cock and pushing him over the edge.
“Ahhhh.. That’s right— I’m fucking cuming..!“
As he picked up the pace, your moans turned into muffled screams, your legs squirmed as you came undone again. It was too much, but he kept abusing your pussy until his muscles tensed up and hips started to stutter. Slamming in deep, he groaned in pleasure while releasing his seeds in steady white ropes in the back of your fluttering pussy.
Gulping for breath, you waited for him to empty himself, but as he pulled out, he unexpectedly sat on his knees and pushed your thighs up, making you gasp. As you realized he was watching his cum leaking down your gaping hole, heat prickled your cheeks and with a small smile, you momentarily gazed elsewhere—
“Fucking hot..“ He mumbled to himself and used his fingers to push some of it back inside. A cute whine fell from your lips, yet you were unbothered by the ritual. After he was done, you straightened your legs as he laid down beside you. Folding his other arm behind his head, he draped the other one around you, bringing you close.
“You okay?” He asked in which you nod.
“Mmmh,” you mumbled and momentarily closed your eyes, listening to his calming heartbeat.
“I’m taking off tonight,” he suddenly informed while staring at the ceiling.
You slowly opened your eyes, little disappointed that the serene moment between you would end soon, “Yeah, okay.”
“Stay out of trouble,“ he said calmly, though there was an imperative undertone.
You twitched your lips without him noticing, pondering about your tendency to drift into trouble without even trying.
“Sure..”
—
Meanwhile in Era, Mest was standing in the negotiation room, before the Magic Council. He stared at the bunch of superior wizards nervously, his palms sweating as he waited for their decision.
“Considering the level of threat, it is undisputed that we need to bring her to questioning immediately,” Draculos Hyberion declared.
Mest had anticipated such a response and was prepared, “I understand and respect your decision. However, I hope you’ll allow me to handle this—“ Immediately, his plea evoked some unpleasant reactions, which was also expected, “Considering the fact that she saved us—“
“Doesn’t mean that she isn’t a threat, Mest—“
“She’s just a healer,“ he interrupted confidently, “There’s no need for an army. Let me take care of this,“ he added, feeling the burning, disapproving glares of The Council, including Draculos’s.
However, after Draculos, one of the strongest wizards measured what he thought was a strange request, he came to a conclusion that he trusted Mest and his discernment, therefore the furrowing of his dark brows eased up, albeit just a tad.
From childhood friends with Hugo to dating as teens, but his parents won’t accept you due to your poor background. But what really forces you to break up is his football career as he leaves France to conquer the world. You never quite recover from losing him, but continue your life nevertheless and paying for your education by working in a coffee shop.
Till one day at work, you turn to greet a customer entering the shop only to have your heart skip a beat. There he stands, all grown up, professional footballer. Turns out, his goal all along was that after making enough money, he would come back to Lyon to take you with him❤️
