Part 2 of Kagome please? It's the day after and the reader is feeling post cum clarity and goes to the headless neighbor (What's his name?) to try and cut things off. The headless neighbor proceeds to ask her some very invasive questions about her sex life. After some more time with her man and reflecting on those questions she realizes how much more unfulfilled and alone she feels around her husband. She decides to book him for a one on one work out class. It is only mildly about exercise.
Sure! Also, this part of Kagome is less sexy affair and more getting out of an unhealthy relationship... It’s also very, very long.
Divider by @pixopix
Kagome, It Dawns
Contains: headless horseman x housewife, plot heavy, multiple time skips, reader divorces (mentioned, not described), enthusiastic consent, foreplay, dirty talk, slight dom/sub dynamic, nipple clamps, rose toy, p in v, big 🍆, lots of 💦, cervix stimulation, slight belly bulge, multiple positions, use of a knotted dildo, 7.2k words, NSFW & MDNI
✧ Good to know: a common interpretation of the lyrics to the cryptic children’s song ‘Kagome Kagome’ is “Bird in the cage (Kagome Kagome) / When will you leave? / At dawn / The crane and the turtle slipped / Who is behind you now?”
After a wonderful day spent in debauchery and a good night’s sleep, reality set in.
Sitting in your bed with a pale face, feeling cold even bathed in the tender sunshine of a late morning, you could barely process the fact that you’d cheated on your husband.
Your heart pounded as your thoughts raced. You were supposed to feel guilty, ashamed, remorseful, maybe disgusted with yourself, or, in the worst case, nothing at all, like you’d done nothing wrong. Yet instead, you felt scared. So scared you couldn’t move, so scared you felt nauseous. You didn’t even know what exactly you were scared of, but it was so bad that it left you paralyzed.
It took you a lot of effort to get out of bed, wash and dress. Then you stood before the mirror, looking at yourself, and felt a sudden disgust rise inside you.
What was with that pitiful expression?
As if someone had wronged you.
You glared at your reflection and hurried out of the room. Your husband was not home this weekend, still on a business trip outside of town. Yesterday, this allowed you to let loose, and today, it gave you the opportunity to directly storm over to your neighbors flat.
Taking a deep, shaky breath, you rang the doorbell.
Lucine opened the door and immediately noticed your awful expression. With a gut feeling that her troublesome brother was somehow involved, she let you in and proceeded to nearly slap the headless guy from his treadmill.
“You two talk, I’ll be in my room,” she said and left the living room.
“Elios,” your voice trembled as you addressed him, “let’s stop."
The guy used a towel to wipe his sweat and plopped his ass down on the couch, letting out a questioning sound. “What do you mean?"
You gritted your teeth, “Don’t play stupid. Forget what happened yesterday, and stop flirting with me. Better yet, pretend I’m not here."
“Hah??"
“It was a mistake. Let’s stop now, keep our peace, and I won’t pursue this further."
Elios’ movements slowed to a halt. “Little bird, don’t you think... it’s a little late to try and save your happy marriage with your loving husband now?"
His words were like a needle to a balloon, instantly setting you off.
“What do you know?! Don’t go around pretending your shallow insights into my life mean you know me!"
Inexplicably attacked, he shot back, “Oh, yeah? Then tell me why, when you’re clearly unhappy, you willingly confine yourself to this community and try to please someone who doesn’t even look at you."
“I have no one else!!!"
Elios froze. Your outburst startled him. You were always so patient and gentle, even when he acted like a rogue, that he’d never realized there was such a boiling fury hiding beneath your calm surface.
Now, he was forced to watch helplessly as you broke out in tears.
“I have no one else... I can’t tell anyone, I can’t leave him, I have nothing! I am completely dependent on him! Everyone thinks he’s such a good person, that I can live happily as long as he doesn’t beat me or yell at me, or waste money or cheat on me! I can’t say or do anything; they will only judge me and condemn me and tell me that I’m wrong for being unhappy!!"
He paused, then quietly wondered, “...haven’t you tried talking to them?"
You laughed mockingly. “Talk? Yeah, right, because people who are convinced of their perspective are so easy to talk to. No, Elios, I’m old enough to know how my family and friends will react. Any explanation will just be taken as excuses or justification or such, as long as it fits their narrative of me being needlessly difficult. Anyway, there is no saving this."
Your words seemed to echo in the room, met with nothing but silence. Tears dripped from your chin, and suddenly, you felt exhausted. It was all so exhausting. A pretense of happiness and harmony, inherently hollow and only good for causing a prolonged, silent pain.
“What about your husband?” Elios asked. “Why don’t you talk to him? Happiness in a relationship is a two-way street. I admit, I initiated, but you also accepted! Why let me fuck you instead of just saying anything at all??"
You fell silent for a moment, “...I never tried."
“What, did you think he wouldn’t listen anyway?"
“...” Your mouth opened, but no words formed, and no sound came out. It felt as if you’d suddenly been muted, forbidden from speaking out or defending yourself.
It was your fault. You knew that. Your tentative attempts were shut down before they could even leave your lips, and it was your failure to not pursue these matters further.
You knew that.
Your silence was deafening.
Elios got up and walked up to you, reaching out his hand to hold you, only to hesitate. You could see him clench his hand and lower it again.
“Little bird, I... I’m sorry.” He’d never spoken in such a muted tone before. “I didn’t mean to... well, I did, but... not to... hurt you."
There was no way for you to answer. You were petrified, tears quietly, continuously streaming down your cheeks and dripping from your chin. They felt cold.
“You’re useless,” Lucine scolded as she walked in.
Then she gently took your arm, her hands unbelievably warm and comforting on your inexplicably cold skin, and led you to take a seat on the sofa. She gestured something to Elios, who ran to the kitchen only to come back with a tall glass of warm water. Lucine just let you hold it as she stroked your back, allowing the silence to soften.
After a while, you calmed down a little. Your eyes felt dry as you blinked, and you finally took a sip of water.
Once you finished the glass of water, your hands had warmed up and your back straightened.
Lucine gave you a hug. Her voice sounded beside your ear, light and airy like a quiet breeze, “Don’t just do nothing because of what others might perhaps think or say."
You raised your head to see her out of the living room, then turned your reddened eyes back to Elios.
The headless guy was standing there rather awkwardly. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he simply stuffed them into the pockets of his loosely fitting joggers that outlined more of his figure than you wanted to see right now.
“...You should really try talking to your husband."
You pursed your lips.
“Or at least try testing him!"
You sighed, “And what use would that be?"
Elios shrugged. “How would I know; I’m not the one married to him! If I fuck you better than he ever did, then you should tell him that you’re unsatisfied and want to try something new. Little bird, have you ever tried doing a long foreplay?"
Baffled how he could so suddenly turn a serious conversation sexual, you only managed to spit out a dry, ”What?"
“Like letting him play with your nipples, teasing you until you’re all hot and bothered? Pussy so wet it drools onto your sheets? What about sex toys? I bet the rose would look good sucking your clit until it’s all red and swollen. Or maybe you have some hidden drawer, and every time your husband is gone you choose one of your stashed dildos and fuck yourself on it, imagining what it would be like if it was him?"
Your face burned with embarrassment, “What?! No! I—!"
“Then how about a change of location? Has he ever fucked you in the kitchen like I did? Taken you from behind, asked you to moan louder just because he enjoys the sound of your voice? Complimented your gorgeous pussy for being so tight and welcoming? I doubt he can reach your core, but does he even know where your g-spot is? And don’t think me presumptuous, little bird — it is a proven fact that intimate contact like sex allows people to bond and build trust."
You opened your mouth, but finding yourself unable to retort, you closed it again. When you and your husband first fell in love, you were indeed very intimate. Things went well for a few years, and then, at some point, it just... became less. Like flowing water reducing to a trickle and finally running out.
But had your once flourishing love really withered?
Could this even be measured based on physical intimacy?
You had no idea.
Elios kicked his foot against the carpet. “Anyway, if you don’t even try to talk to him at this point and just keep bottling things up, you’ll only feel worse."
“...I know. Thank you."
He huffed, “Thank me for what? You already knew all that; you just want someone to push you. It’s really cowardly, you know?"
You rubbed your forehead, tired of talking to him. Even without eyes, he seemed to see right through you. No matter how nicely you smiled or how polite you were, he wouldn’t believe you, instead provoking you until you screamed your thoughts out. In fact, he seemed very happy whenever that happened.
Elios saw you sitting there in thought and decided to not bother you for a moment. Remembering something, he marched over to his sister’s door and knocked. With his foot.
The door swung open. “What!"
“Need help."
“Speak in complete sentences, you synaptic dead zone!"
If Elios had eyes, he would’ve surely rolled them. “Help her find a job outside the community. She needs a safety net."
“Independent of family and friends and that absentee husband, right?"
“Right."
They turned to you.
“...What do you mean?” You wondered, rather confused.
“You said you’re completely dependent on your husband, so even if you are unhappy and can’t fix your relationship — whatever that means to you —, you can’t leave him. But if you have a job and friends outside, away from the community and the influence of your current friends, family, and husband, if something happens, you’ll have a way out.” Elios explained, unusually eloquent and wordy.
“But I’m just a housewife..."
Lucine walked over and patted you on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. You finished school, right? That gives you the most basic qualification for a job. It might not be in some high up office at a cubicle desk or in a fancy boutique or whatever, instead requiring an apprenticeship and lots of physical work, but that’s still better than nothing. Anyway, we’ll help you reach out, and whether you get a job or not entirely depends on you."
You thought it made sense, so you agreed.
If you could exist independently... with your own income and friends and colleagues who knew just you... You were actually... really looking forward to it.
...
When your husband came back from his business trip, you cheerfully told him that you’d been so bored at home that you started looking for a job.
He smiled and said, “That’s nice. What do you intend to do?"
Thinking of something, you blushed. “Baker."
Your husband frowned, “The working times..."
“It’s okay. I’ll manage.”
And just like that, he accepted your decision. It somehow felt off to you. That was it? No more questions?
You tried to talk a little more, but he brushed you off with the claim of being tired and needing rest. It was the same as always, yet you couldn’t help thinking that if it had been Elios, he would’ve jumped on the opportunity to chatter on and on until you somehow landed in bed. Or on the kitchen counter.
Feeling your face heat up at the memory, you quickly suppressed these inappropriate thoughts.
You still had to test your husband.
Although it sounded awful.
And it was indeed despicable.
But you had to be sure whether he still loved you.
Over the next several weeks, you tried various things. You attempted to snuggle up to him on the couch or in bed, and he either didn’t engage with you or actively turned away. When you made a nice dinner, with candles and in a sexy dress you hadn’t worn in years, he looked unpleasantly surprised and asked if you were celebrating a special occasion he didn’t know about. He refused your invitations to go out together, told you to buy whatever when you asked what he wanted for his birthday, never asked how your job-hunt went, had no interest in the new friends you made...
The longer you tried, the longer the list of disappointments got.
Until you met as rarely as roommates who were actively avoiding each other.
Maybe because your job at the traditional bakery you’d found was going well. Or perhaps because you had to get up early to catch the bus there. It could also be because you were invited out by colleagues and met new friends who asked if you were free to go places.
It was as if... you were a flower, and your husband was a pesticide, not only keeping away illnesses but also the lively little insects you needed to survive. And the moment one stopped using the pesticide, the flower started to bloom.
During this time, you had no sex with your husband. Too tired. As always.
By now, it was just an excuse.
When you told Lucine about this, and also Elios who'd insisted on tagging along to the ice cream café, she bluntly suggested seducing him. Elios felt that your mere existence was seduction enough and got a straw rammed down his neck by his sister for that comment, which made you suppress your laughter so hard it made your stomach and cheeks hurt.
When you finally recovered and asked how you were supposed to seduce, since wearing sexy clothes did nothing, she just shrugged and said, “Then wear nothing."
You almost choked on your spoonful of slowly melting ice cream.
“I mean it,” she said, “just wear your birthday suit, present yourself to him and ask for it, and if he still does nothing, you at least know he has a problem."
“Just one problem?” Elios wondered sarcastically.
“And if he does something?” You asked, concerned.
Lucine poked the straw of her iced drink into her neck’s weirdly smooth cross section and hummed thoughtfully as she took a sip. “Then... how is the sex?"
You frowned at your ice cream.
Elios couldn’t resist jumping in at this point, twirling the straw he pulled from his neck between his fingers, “Does he make you feel good? Does he even ask whether you feel good? Or is it only 'pump pump pump, shoot, oh that was good, let’s go to sleep'?"
Lucine plucked the straw out of his hand and slammed it right back in there. “Restraint means nothing to you, huh?!"
“Ugh—!"
As they fooled around, you sank into thought. Although his questions were invasive, you felt he was right; sex only felt good when both parties enjoyed it. And for that, communication was indispensable.
So that night, you tried.
You sat butt naked on your bed, legs opened and pussy exposed to the door. The moment your husband entered, he would see you rubbing your clit, gazing at him with lustful eyes as you asked him to take you.
In theory, it seemed good. If only you weren’t fantasizing about being passionately fucked by Elios to get yourself wet.
Then your husband came home.
He saw you.
His eyes widened.
Your husband hurriedly undressed while sloppily kissing you, hands running up and down your body. He inserted himself and started pumping. The bed creaked softly as he groaned, his pace fast and desperate.
You habitually hugged him and moaned even though you felt nothing, and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Noting the time, you looked back at him and asked him to go slower, only to be silenced by another sloppy kiss. Then when you wanted him to touch you more, he did the same thing again, completely ignoring what you wanted.
Ten minutes later, he came and lay down.
Five minutes later, he was dead asleep, snoring like a pig.
Actually, a pig would’ve been cuter.
With a blank expression, you got up and went to take a bath. Leaning back and hugging your knees, you couldn’t help thinking that Elios was right. Your husband didn’t make you feel good. Worse still, he couldn’t even be bothered to ask and actively shut down any attempt at communication.
This sort of treatment was difficult to take.
The next day, you thought, maybe it was so bad because you never properly talked about it. So you made some time and got him to sit down.
You took a deep breath, “Uhm, babe..."
“Ew! Don’t call me that! We’re too old for such silly pet names, okay? Just call me by my name."
Ew?
EW???
You laughed in sheer disbelief, feeling as if you’d been stabbed. “Too old? For what, being affectionate??"
He glanced at you and crossed his arms, everything from his posture to his expression screaming refusal. “Anyway, I’m uncomfortable with it, so just don’t do it."
“...Okay."
Your husband calmed down a little. “What did you want to talk about? I still have a game with—"
“I want to talk about our sex life.” You interrupted him.
“Huh? What about it?"
Was this really the man you’d married? Because right now, you were having serious doubts. “I don’t feel satisfied with the way we’re having sex. We do it so rarely and—"
And you only care about your own pleasure, never asking about me.
But you didn’t get to say that.
“So what if it’s rarely? With how busy we both are nowadays, you should be grateful that you get to have sex at all!"
He said more afterwards, yet your brain failed to register any of his words.
You should be grateful.
How many times had you heard that? You didn’t even need to express any dissatisfaction and someone would jump out to say it, be it about your family, your education, your rights, or your husband. As if you belonged to some privileged upperclass that guaranteed you a smooth and happy life.
"You should be grateful," — nothing but worthless words crafting a gilded cage.
No wonder Elios called you ‘little bird’.
“I want a divorce."
“Huh???” Your husband sounded like he was being choked.
The droning of his voice interrupted, you looked him dead in the eyes and clearly, unmistakably repeated, “I want a divorce."
...
Elios hadn't seen you in quite a while. Not that he’d seen you regularly before, since he was trying not to bother you as best as he could, but by now, he felt it strange. If not for seeing you on occasion, he would’ve thought you’d moved out of the community. Or perhaps you were just avoiding him after reconciling with your husband.
Who knew, maybe you’d even come clean about cheating...
The headless man aggressively cleaned the workout equipment in the little studio he rented as he thought.
He wanted to get angry at you, but he clearly knew he was also at fault. After all, if not for him, you might not have cheated. You might’ve spent your whole life with that boring husband of yours, and everyone would have called that boringness stability and security, disregarding its blandness.
The chime above the door rang as someone entered.
He turned around, “Welcome— Little bird??"
You pushed up your sun glasses and grinned at him, “Yup. Long time no see, Elios."
The headless man was absolutely flabbergasted, “What are you doing here?"
Closing the door and putting down your sports bag, you raised your brows at his idiotic appearance, “I booked your workout class, of course."
“...Ah."
After appreciating his frozen posture for a moment longer, you casually changed the topic. “By the way, you were right. Life with my husband was too unfulfilling and lonely, so I got a divorce."
You made it sound easy, but it had actually been quite difficult and exhausting. However, now that you were done, you didn’t want to talk about it. At least, not now.
Elios only felt like his nonexistent brain crashed. He hadn’t expected to see you now, not that you'd act so decisively. “Then now..."
“I’m free to do what I want. Well, mostly.” You threw him a glance, gaze suggestively moving up and down his muscular body. Even after all this time, he still looked so sinfully hot in his tank top and jogging pants it was almost infuriating how attracted you felt to him.
He quickly approached you, basically pressing you against the mirrored wall. His voice sounded a bit hoarse, “Little bird, does that mean... you want me?"
You still didn’t know where to look when talking to him, but nonetheless gave him a bright smile. “Yes, I want you. I want to be held by you, I want to feel your hands on my skin, I want you to ask if I’m comfortable as you fuck me until I come undone on your big fat cock..."
His body seemed to blush, turning light pink all over. But that didn’t mean he suddenly became shy. In fact, your words seemed to excite him more than anything, proven by his erection tenting his loose pants and pleasantly hoarse voice. “Little bird, I really hope you understand what you’re asking for."
“Naturally."
In fact, you’d come fully prepared. You’d brought the essentials and carefully thought about what to say and how to present yourself.
Though now that the time had come, and he stood so close, you still ended up feeling shy.
After all, when had you ever been so bold?
Elios saw you blush and felt just as smitten as when he first saw you. He softly sighed, hands settling on your waist and tapping lightly, “I really wish I could kiss you..."
His touch sent a pleasurable shiver up your spine.
“What would you like me to do?” Elios leaned in and deliberately lowered his voice, “Come on, direct me, little bird."
You took a moment to recollect your thoughts, “Then... then let’s start with some foreplay?"
“Sure~"
He took your hands and pulled you to the middle of the little studio, turning you towards the mirror. Standing behind you, his foot gently kicked yours to make you broaden your stance and his hands rested on your shoulders, thumbs carefully pressing towards your spine to straighten your posture. Then he let his fingers run down your back, slow and deliberate, causing your skin to tingle as he brought his hands forward to put them on your hips.
Yet instead of making you tilt your hips forward, he pressed his fingers by the base of your thighs to make you push you back against his crotch. In this way, your back formed a nice arch that pronounced the shape of your tits and ass, especially pronounced by your super tight work out clothes with low cleavage that revealed whether one wore anything beneath.
And clearly, you’d decided to forgo your underwear.
As if you were begging him to fuck you.
Through the ridiculously thin fabric, Elios felt the folds of your pussy part around his erect cock, tantalizingly close.
Looking in the mirror, he saw you biting your lower lip with flushed cheeks, and the tip of his cock peaking out from between your legs started leaking.
“Little bird,” he rasped beside your ear, “I really can’t decide whether your attempt at seduction is clumsy or skilled."
You wanted to glare at him but had nothing to fix your gaze on, so you just rolled your hips and pouted at him, “So what?"
Right, so what? After all, regardless of your skill level, your seduction was quite successful.
Elios brushed over your crotch and up to your stomach with one hand, gently kneading your belly, while the other slid between your legs. His fingers moved around for a bit before finding your clit, and then he lightly rubbed you through the fabric with his fingernail, teasing you until both of your pants were stained with bodily fluids.
“Elios…” you breathlessly moaned, eager for more.
But the headless man just hummed. “A long foreplay, remember?”
You leaned back against him and squirmed a little due to your arousal, mentally cursing this stupidly hot asshole while verbally teasing him back, “A rose would look good on me, remember?”
Elios paused. He wracked his brains and naturally came up empty, so he had to ask you what you meant.
Your answer was a smirk, “Be a good boy and take a look at my bag.”
You obviously felt his cock twitch against your pussy at that. Then he gave your clit a light pinch and reluctantly let go of you to take a look at the mysterious contents of your sports bag.
A towel, fresh clothes and deodorant were still normal. Yet hidden beneath were some essentials that made his entire body flush. The lube and condoms were mild stuff compared to the nipple clamps, rose toy, and knotted dildo you’d brought along. Just looking at them made him nearly cum from thinking of what it would look like were he to use them on you.
But he couldn’t help teasing you, “Little bird, does this mean you’d rather have sex with a canine than me?”
You sighed, “Well, the only monstrous thing about you is your lack of a head…”
Successfully provoked, Elios dragged the bag over to you and pulled you down, making you sit on his lap with your back snugly pressed against his ridiculously toned chest.
Kneeling like this, you watched how he dragged his hands up your thighs and abdomen, fingers slipping beneath your sports bra. Their vague outline was visible through the fabric as he cupped your breasts with his large palms and pinched your nipples.
You couldn’t help moaning, “Elios…”
“What is it, little bird?” He teased in a low voice, “What do you want me to do?”
Rubbing your ass against him in arousal and feeling his cock pressed between your folds, it took you a moment to gather your thoughts. “I want to do something for you. Is that alright?"
“Of course,"
A little nervous, you bit your lip and got to work. You gently removed his hands from your chest and turned around to straddle his lap, crotches intimately attached to each other. Then you helped him take off his tank top to reveal his toned upper body, reached into your sports bag, and took out the nipple clamps, the long chain connecting them tinkling gently.
He thought you would put the nipple clamps on him.
That’s what you had initially planned to do, too, but looking at him, you suddenly had a different idea.
You hung the nipple clamps around Elios' neck and took off your sports bra. Then you sat up a little, ass leaving his lap, and clamped your nipples. In this way, if you were to bounce on his cock, your breasts would be forcefully pulled up by the clamps.
“...Fuck."
The headless man really wondered how you had changed so much in these past months. Now you could even tease him so badly, making him endlessly regret losing his head.
“Little bird, you’re playing with fire."
“From which domineering president did you buy that line?"
His chest heaved, drawing your attention to his big pecks.
In a moment of inattention, you reached out your paws and pinched his nipples.
Elios trembled at your touch. His dick twitched and more pre cum leaked from his tip, noticeably running down his shaft and making him even more impatient. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. Any thoughts of a long foreplay were completely forgotten as he tightly gripped your hips and rasped, “Little bird..."
You enjoyed being in control for a second before nodding. Although you tried to be assertive, you still ended up blushing shyly. “Alright. Help me undress. I... I want to ride your big fat cock, want you to paint my cunt white with your seed."
It took everything Elios had to not cum right then and there. He growled and proceeded to tear off both of your pants, pressing your naked bodies together like he wanted to melt into one.
Yet he didn’t act on his own, waiting for you to move or command him.
With your heart pounding, you grabbed his cock, so slick with pre cum you didn’t even need any lube, and guided his drooling tip between your folds. He was so hot just this slight contact made you shiver, your tailbone tingling with anticipation. Finally, after taking a deep breath, you lowered yourself.
Your sopping wet pussy squelched as you slowly swallowed him, his monstrous size making you moan incessantly as he stretched you wide open to accommodate him. Inch by inch disappeared in your depths and the nipple clamps’ chain hooked around his neck was gradually pulled taut, until he hilted with his tip kissing your cervix.
At the same time, you felt Elios tremble. His cock throbbed inside you and hot cum erupted, shooting against a sensitive spot and pumping into you as if he hadn’t ejaculated in weeks.
“Aah... Fuck, little bird, how are you still so fucking tight?"
Your abdomen clenched at that, forcing a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a whimper out of him.
Did this idiot really think that fucking once would make you pussy loose?? Granted, he did fuck you for multiple hours and you even felt the phantom of his shape for a few days after, causing you to dream of him railing you all over the house, but that was months ago!
Gritting your teeth, you raised your hips until just the glans of his still erect cock was held within your pussy, allowing the nipple clamps’ chain to relax, and viciously pinched and twisted his nipples. “What was that?"
“No, no, no, I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just—! Fuck, you feel so good, it’s like your pussy was made for me!"
You relaxed your grip on his nipples and hummed.
Elios seemed to breathe hard, hot palms sliding up your thighs, ass and waist. “You’re gorgeous... so dazzlingly confident, like a bird soaring through the skies at dawn. Really want you to see yourself like this..."
You closed your eyes and swallowed, then leaned in to bite his collarbone. “Soon."
With that, you sheathed him again. His bulging veins dragged along your wet walls, pressing so perfectly against all your sensitive spots as if he had made them. He filled you so thoroughly, made your heart feel so full, and all your thoughts were focused on him.
“Elios..."
You clung to his shoulders with a flushed face, stomach slightly distended from his monstrous girth and tits pulled upwards by the nipple clamps, all the while moaning his name.
“Fuck me...!"
The headless man jumped into action as if he’d waited for these words the entire time.
Keeping your waist and ass in a secure grip, he bounced you on his cock. Every thrust into you bumped against your cervix, caused your flesh to jiggle and clamps to harshly tug on your nipples, going so deep and fast and hard he made you see stars. Pain and pleasure were as intimately intertwined as the two of you, crashing into each other like waves.
Like awakening a sleeping poison, he made desire thrash through your veins and robbed you of the ability to think.
Your thighs trembled and your abdomen tightened so hard around him he could barely move anymore, squeezing him fiercely as you came with a choked moan.
“You sing so well, little bird,” he murmured, “really makes me wanna make you sing some more. Like my private concert... let me listen to all your hums and screams, no matter how loud or quiet... I want to listen to it all."
Your nails dug into his shoulders as your entire body flushed. The heat steamed your brain into soft mush, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to do.
But Elios knew exactly which strings to pluck to get you moving again.
Like meaning nothing by it, the headless man playfully tugged on the chain of the nipple clamps. It sent a jolt through you, the pain on your breasts making the tears gathered in your eyes fall.
He tsked softly and helped you take the nipple clamps off. Then he lifted you, turned you around, and sat you back down on his lap. His once more hardening dick peeked out from between your legs, glistening in the light, and you got a full view of your cock-drunk look in the mirror wall. Especially noticeable were your erect clit and swollen red nipples, inviting Elios to rub both of them with torturous gentleness.
The roughness of his finger pads on your tender buds made you whine and squirm.
“Oh my, so needy, little bird?"
You glared and, unable to think of anything good to retort, reached down to tease his slit with your finger.
It was a soft touch, yet he trembled as if electrocuted. The moan that came from the void of his neck sounded divine, much better than his usual comments, enticing you to lightly circle around his slit. You could feel him twitch again and again as you did, causing him to press harder on your clit and clench his hand holding your breast. He appeared mere moments away from cumming again, completely at your mercy as glops of milky white pre cum dripped from him.
“Little bird...!"
Narrowing your eyes in satisfaction, you cupped his glans and led him back into your pussy.
Half inside, he made you pause with a tightening of his grip just when he pressed against your g-spot. In this position, you could clearly see him widely opening your folds with his girth and how he reached for that rose toy you’d brought. Letting you rest against his chest and putting the toy against your clit, he whispered beside your ear, “Sing for me, little bird..."
Then you felt the rose toy suck on your clit and Elios rock his hips, using shallow thrusts to grind against your g-spot and making you shudder. With a trembling moan, you tightened around him, taking pleasure in the feeling of him raking your tender walls.
Like this, you could see his size distend your lower abdomen and the underside of his cock twitch. And with every twitch, he pumped more cum into you, mixing with your slick and overflowing a little, running down his length. This visual stimulus combined with the sensation triggered your second orgasm of the day.
The way your pussy fluttered made Elios groan, “Gods, little bird..."
A jolt went through you when he suddenly accelerated, throwing away the rose toy to hold you better as he pistoned. His cock slammed into your g-spot with such force you cried out.
“Ah... ugh! E-Elios! Mmm, fuck... How, how are you so, ah, so good at this...? Making me feel so good... Aah!"
He chuckled a little breathlessly, “Right back at you. Always so tight and wet and gorgeous for me... Just perfect for my cock to rail you!"
He pinched your clit and made you come again.
Fluids squelched, the way they dripped out of you clearly reflected in the mirror, more obscene and debauched than you could have ever imagined. And he felt so good, so perfect, so addictive like a drug.
“Elios...!"
“Hmm?"
You bit your lip and averted your gaze for a moment before looking back at his reflection, “I want... want you fuck me with your big fat cock... mmm, rail, rail me stupid and, aah, no, let me, let me finish speaking...!"
“Sorry, little bird,” he murmured as he rutted into you, still targeting your g-spot, “I just want to rail you with my, ah... my big fat cock, dump my cum into your lovely little cunt... hear you sing for me..."
You climaxed again as his thrusts grew rougher and finally dove back into your depths. He kept pulling back until your pussy just barely managed to cling to his big glans, only to cram himself back in, so fast and strong and deep he hit your cervix and sent you reeling. Sweat ran down where your back leaned against his chest, skin smacking wetly together as he fucked you like a storm, causing your thighs to tremble from the exercise.
Your eyes rolled from how hard you came, and you couldn’t think of anything as you moaned until your throat burned. Orgasm after orgasm surged through your body like electric currents, your world reduced to the sensations Elios gave you.
His touch on your nipples and clit, hands cupping your tits and pressed against abdomen where the pressure allowed to feel even more clearly how thrust into you time and again, making all of these places pulse sensitively... And then there were his quiet pants, the heat of his skin, the tension of his muscles, the musky scent of his cum... All of it left you lightheaded, insatiably longing for more.
Unconsciously, you tried to hold onto something and somehow ended up grasping the back of his neck and his balls.
All it took was one light squeeze, and you had him cumming with a low groan. His veins pulsed, his cock throbbed, and his cum came gushing out due to how full you already were.
“So good, little bird...” he mumbled, letting you comfortably sit on his lap as he rubbed against you.
“Mmm..."
Elios gently stroked your bulging abdomen. “What’s the matter? Tired?"
You swallowed, throat aching a little, and nodded.
“Then do you want to stop?"
You quickly shook your head. It had been so long since he first fucked you like this, ingrained the memory of his monstrous cock in your pussy and left you reminiscing about it; you refused to let things end here now.
The headless man hummed, then somehow maneuvered you over to a yoga mat and lay down with you, spooning you while still buried hilt deep in your pussy. In this position, you could finally relax, and less cum overflowed while your belly bulged a little more. It also allowed Elios to gently rut into you when his cock hardened again with impressive stamina, almost giving you the illusion of having a lazy morning fuck while still in bed.
“Little bird, you’re so sexy... Just know exactly which strings to pluck to get me going."
You huffed quietly, “Didn’t know you were so eloquent."
He sounded like he was smiling, “Only when it comes to you."
You rolled your eyes at this idiot. Lucine calling him a synaptic dead zone couldn’t have been more right, yet here he was, waxing poetic about how being with you suddenly made him have a brain or something. How ridiculous.
...Though your complaints would’ve been more believable if you weren't smiling so happily.
You somehow managed to doze off while Elios gently rutted into your fucked raw pussy, only coming back to reality when he shot his load while halfway out. The hot cum stimulated your overstimulated nerves and made you moan dazedly.
There was a vague rekindling of your arousal, but you felt it was fine to just let it calm down.
Elios waited for his cock to soften before pulling out. Then he reached back, and a moment later, you felt a soft silicone tip lightly poking at your puffy folds.
“What are you doing...?” you wondered, voice startlingly hoarse.
“Plugging you up."
You paused, then turned back to look at him, question marks practically circling around your head.
He waved the knotted dildo you’d brought at you, “You know, to prevent my cum from leaking?"
“???"
“...because it’ll overflow the moment you move. You wouldn’t even make it to the showers without it running down your legs."
You lay back and held your forehead.
His words made sense, but that didn’t prevent you from feeling exasperated.
And so, you felt him gently pull apart your folds, the tapered tip of the knotted dildo slowly entering you. It was noticeably smaller than Elios’ monstrous cock, but right now, after being fucked so thoroughly, you absolutely didn’t mind. Anyway, the fat knot at the base was definitely bigger than him...
Soft squelches came from your pussy as he pressed the dildo into your well-stretched pussy, and then you felt the knot against your entrance. Elios poured some lube over it, the cold touch causing you to shiver with a hiss.
“You alright?"
“Mhm..."
“Bear with it, little bird. I’ll be done soon."
You couldn’t resist rolling your eyes. Just why was he so... so annoying??
As you were internally complaining about this endearing and sexy as hell asshole, he started working the knot into you. Even with all that lube and your bodily fluids and how stretched you were, pushing it in was uncomfortable enough to make you tense. Elios rubbing your back helped you relax a little, but it was still difficult.
When the knot finally plopped into your pussy, you groaned at the bloated feeling.
The headless man took a towel to roughly clean both of you. His movements were very gentle when it came to you, almost making you doze off again. Then he helped you sit up to assist you in getting dressed, and you heard the cum and slick sealed within your pussy slosh.
You reflexively glared at Elios, who was still naked. Your eyes were promptly glued to his toned body.
For how much the two of you had already fucked, you’d never taken a proper look at him when naked. Now you saw that this buff headless idiot consisted of muscle, some hair and raised veins, and a big dick that still looked impressive enough in its flaccid state. All of this just reaffirmed your views of him.
...maybe his skill and stamina were compensating for his lack of a head.
At least he still had a gut feeling.
You reluctantly got dressed just enough to go to the showers, where you urged Elios to help you take the dildo out again. The constant pressure was just too much, somewhere between arousing and irritating. Additionally, you didn’t want to walk home with your slick and his cum still sloshing about in your pussy.
So you bit his shoulder while he removed the dildo. He mischievously thrust it a little, causing you to whimper in overstimulation, before he carefully pulled it out.
There was a plop, and then you felt the mixed fluids gush out.
It was indescribably awkward.
What was even more awkward, however, was that Elios was hard yet again.
“...tsk."
“What, impressed, little bird?” He playfully wiggled his hips. “How about you rest your voice and put your mouth to use instead?"
You were really tempted to shove your fingers down his neck, but afraid of him being into that and causing yourself more trouble when you were already this exhausted, you just threatened him, “If you don’t stop, I’ll let you experience getting your dick twisted off."
Your words had an immediate effect.
Elios stopped talking, but his cock started drooling.
“...Masochist,” you mumbled, quickly washed yourself, and left to get properly dressed.
When you were done and about to leave, you saw the headless man hurrying after you. For a moment, you thought you forgot something in his studio, yet seeing his clothes and bag, it didn’t seem like it.
“What’s the matter?"
“You forgot something."
Just as you doubtfully raised your brows, he took your hand and intertwined your fingers.
✦ WARNINGS: 18+・smut・accidental lust potion・ love potion that’s accidentally an aphrodisiac・p-in-v sex・blowjobs・cunnilingus・multiple creampies・floor sex・bathtub sex・marathon sex
✦ TAGS: happy ending・monster romance
✦ WORD COUNT: 2.3k
The workshop hums with the low melody of crystalline distilleries and the bubbling of a half dozen beakers. The thick aroma of bitter herbs clashes with the metallic scent of the freshly caught lightning in a bottle. At the center of it all, your partner adjusts his glasses, the lenses lightly fogged from the alembic’s steam.
“I think it’s ready,” he mutters, never taking his eyes from the simmering, pearlescent liquid. He tilts his head, examining the viscous fluid with quiet hums that vibrate straight through your spine. You love the little noises he makes when he’s in his element.
(you love him, too, for as long as you’ve known him, but that’s a secret best kept to yourself)
You perch on the edge of his workbench, sturdy oak and hand carved, tracing the whorls with your fingernails. “You sure? The last one had Professor Sage trying to serenade his podium…”
A rare smile graces his lips, softening his usually serious features. “I changed the intentions for this one. Instead of trying to create an artificial infatuation, it’ll…lower inhibitions. Build off of pre-existing affection, if there is any,” he explains. He picks up your cups, empty from your earlier tea break, and pours the shimmering potion into each one. “We’ll need a control test…for science.”
“For science,” you echo, heart thudding against your ribs like it always does when he’s around. You accept the cup, the potion pulsing warm in the ceramic. The pulsing quickens, matching the beats of your heart, the drifting steam carrying the faint scent of ink.
(ink and…sandalwood? that’s…oh—)
You drink at the same time, tipping the cup back and swallowing until there’s nothing left. The potion is smooth going down, coating your tongue in sweetness. It doesn’t take long for heat to spread through your body, a tingling in your fingers and toes that slowly crawls its way up your limbs. Your senses goes hazy, candlelight softening in your vision as his familiar cologne of sandalwood and ink drifts into your lungs. It’s intoxicating, your eyes drunkenly taking trail up his body.
Your eyes meet his, and find him looking at you with the same heart-stuttering intensity. The cup slips from your fingers, clattering to the hardwood, but the noise feels distant. The only thing that matters is the three feet of space between you begging to be closed.
“I think I overestimated…” he breathes, taking a step closer.
You can’t find words, tongue too clumsy in your mouth. Instead, you close the distance, hands fisting into the front of his shirt.
The kiss is anything but gentle, teeth clacking as he rushes to meet you. You taste the potion on his tongue, soaking up the flavor with your own. He backs you up until your legs hit the workbench, then grips your hips to help you hop onto it without breaking the kiss. Papers scatter, glass rattles, and all you can focus on is his lips and his hands winding your legs around his waist.
—
His desk is a catastrophe of charts and open books, the spines cracking as he sweeps them to the floor with one arm. You’re not sure when you moved from the workbench, but the edge hits your bare thighs, his hands push the fabric of your dress up your stomach, and you find you don’t care. His gaze wild, pupils blown wide behind his crooked glasses.
You gasp, arching into his touch just as his thumbs brush beneath your breasts.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasps, forehead pressed to yours. “I’ll leave if that’s what you want. I can come back once the potion’s worn—”
You pull him in for another kiss, hands fumbling with the buttons of his trousers. He groans into your mouth as you grip him, hot and heavy and straining against the fabric. He tugs your dress up over your head, tossing it to the floor to be forgotten. He devours the sight of you left in nothing but your underwear.
“You have no idea,” he murmurs, hooking his fingers into the waist of your panties and drawing them down, “how many times I’ve imagined this.”
(not more than me, you want to say, but the potion’s struck you dumb with lust)
He guides himself to your slick entrance in desperate urgency, thrusting into you with one long stroke. There’s little need for preparation, your want and the potion leaving you soaked enough for him to fill you with ease. You cry out, the relief at being filled so fully immediate.
The desk groans with his hurried thrusts. His hands wander, gripping your hips, pulling at your hair, palming your breasts, curling around your neck.
You wrap your legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust as pleasure tightens and tightens in your belly until it snaps white-hot and all-consuming. You bow off the desk, clenching around him to milk every drop you can as he follows you over the edge, spilling deep inside of you.
A few seconds pass as the two of you come down from the potion’s dizzying rush, panting into each other’s skin. Then, you feel it. The buzz beneath your skin, the heat igniting in your blood. He pulls his sweaty head from your shoulder, and you can see the hunger already building behind his eyes.
—
The kitchen is the farthest room from the front door. It wasn’t the room you were trying to get to, but it’s where you’ve ended up, stumbling naked and laughing from the study and leaving a trail of discarded clothing and overturned furniture in your wake.
He pins you against the textured plaster of the hallway wall, hiking your leg around his hip and taking you with an urgency that leaves you trembling and weak in the knees. By the time you reach the kitchen, he’s already hard for you again.
(how much is the potion and how much is him, you wonder)
You turn, grabbing his wrist and pulling him until you both tumble onto the cold tile. The fall knocks the air from your lungs, but you bounce back without a care. You roll, straddling him, the last thread of your patience snapped and gone. His hands find your hips, guiding you as you sink down onto him. The angle pushes him deeper, and you throw your head back with a pitchy moan.
You set the pace, using your knees to take him as deep as you can, and then deeper still. His eyes stay locked on your face, dark with want, as his thumb finds your clit. He rubs in tight circles, clumsy with how wet you are.
“You’re—” he groans, free hand sliding up to cup your breast, “—stunning.”
The praise, his wicked thumb, his heavy length inside you sends you over the edge. Your hips rolls erratically, moans turning to choked sobs as your orgasm washes over you. He grips your waist, holding you steady as he thrusts up into you, chasing his own release. He comes with a hoarse shout, spilling into you again. The hot pulse of him inside you draws your orgasm out until you collapse onto his chest.
His heart thunders against your ear while his cum leaks down your thighs. He groans when you shift, overstimulated but still hard.
“Not done,” you murmur, nipping up the column of his throat.
He rolls you suddenly, claiming your mouth once more. “Not even close.”
—
At some point, when the sun begins to rise, you make it to the bathroom.
The tub fills itself the moment the door opens, the water steaming and scented with chamomile. It’s far too humid, the mirrors fogged, but he kneels behind you, hands slick with soap, and massages your kiss-bruised skin.
He tilts your head back, lips skimming along your neck. “I could do this forever.”
The rawness of his voice sends shivers up your spine, your body leaning into him instinctively. “I might let you,” you sigh. His hands slide down your stomach, one delving between your thighs to find your clit, swollen and sensitive.
“Please,” you whimper, hips rocking against his hand on their own.
He hums, and you feel him smile against your neck. “Please what?”
(curse you for falling in love with a sadist)
“Touch me,” you beg. “Make me come. Please.”
“Oh?” he whispers, breath hot in your ear. “Like this?” A finger presses firmly to your clit, sending a jolt straight to your toes. “Or…this?” His fingers slide through your folds, two slipping inside you, crooked expertly to pull a gasp from your throat. “Or maybe…” He withdraws his hands and shifts, pushing you up. It isn’t long before his cock nudges your entrance. “Like this.”
He sinks into you slowly, the warmth of him and the water almost too much for you to handle. He holds you there, fully sheathed, letting you adjust to him and the sticky haze of the air. He moves at his leisure, one arm banded around your waist, holding you to him while the other returns to your clit and rubs you in time with his thrusts. Your orgasm is weaker, but longer, suspending you in bliss that makes your vision blur. He’s not far behind you, pumping you full for what feels like the hundredth time.
When it’s over, he holds you, forehead pressed to your sweaty shoulder until you feel his cock begin to harden again
—
You lose track of the orgasms, lost completely to the potion’s effects.
There’s a frantic blowjob against the bookshelf, his hands fisted in your hair as he fucks your mouth. He comes down your throat, and you eagerly swallow the salty taste of him.
He returns the favor on the rug in front of the fireplace, gushing about how the flames painted your skin while he coaxed out orgasm after orgasm with his tongue until your tears soaked as much of the rug as your slick.
He takes you from behind on the plush velvet settee, then kneels and suckles at your clit until his cum pours from your folds. He drinks it greedily, whimpering at the taste of cum of slick that slides down his throat.
Sleep is forgotten, food a distant memory. There’s only the feel of his skin on yours, the taste of his kiss, the ragged breaths against your ear, and the constant, throbbing need that never seems to fade.
At one point, he has you on your hands and knees, and you come so hard your knees give out. He follows you down, pinning you to the floor as he continues to thrust into your pliant body, riding out his climax before falling on top of you. You lay there in a tangle of sticky limbs, choking on the heady perfume of sex lingering in the air.
You push your hips back, whining at the feel of his already hardening length. “Again,” you demand once you’ve found your voice again.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he laughs, heavy with exhaustion. You wonder if the potion is working its way out of his system as he peels himself from your back, but he rolls you over and spreads your legs, guiding himself back into your eager body.
—
You’re in his bed when the potion finally starts to wane. The desperation’s faded to a tender ache by now, still spurring you on but with far less haste.
He moves inside you languidly, body blanketing yours, more lovemaking than fucking at this point. You’re both slick with sweat and cum, a mess of limbs and tangled hair, but there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.
“Look at me,” he murmurs. Your eyes drift open, meeting his. In the dim moonlight, you can see the exhaustion blatant on his face, as well as the lingering lust, but his eyes shine with something far more real.
(built from pre-existing affection, he’d said)
“I love you. I think I always have.”
Tears would prick at your eyes if you had any left. “I love you, too,” you laugh. It’s the easiest thing in the world to say, and the confession sends you into a final orgasm. He groans your name, burying his face in your neck as his few final pulses fill you with a familiar heat. There’s no room left inside you, cum immediately spilling back onto the soaked bed.
He stays inside you as he softens, reluctant to leave. You hold him close, fingers kneading the tender muscles of his arm.
After forty-eight hours, the potion finally leaves your systems, and you fall asleep surrounded by the scent of sex and sandalwood.
—
Sunlight streams through the bedroom windows, pulling you from your dreamless sleep.
You’re curled up on his bed, naked and sated, your head resting on his chest. His heart beats steadier now, any effects from the potion completely worn off by now. Every muscle is sore and you’re still tired, but you watch him wake and feel that love-struck stutter of your heart.
“So,” he groans in your ear, “That was…unexpected.”
You huff a laugh, tracing nonsense patterns over his chest. “I think we broke your workbench.”
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “A small price to pay. Are you… You’re okay? With all of it?”
You prop yourself up on one elbow to look at him. His eyes fall, teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek. You set a finger beneath his chin, tipping his head up until he finally looks at you. “I drank from the potion same as you, and…I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
His relief is visible, tension falling from his shoulders as he sighs. He doesn’t waste time, rolling you onto your back to gently pin you beneath him. “Good,” he says, leaning down to brush his lips over yours. “I was thinking, maybe, we could go on a date? Then...maybe make the potion again. For scientific purposes, of course.”
“Of course,” you laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss. “For science.”
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