harkness after breaking his ankle and walking on it for hours having to listen to the biggest homos in front of him acting like everything is sunshine and rainbows:
Sorry I don't really post about the other long walk characters. Unfortunately I have a hyper fixation on Ray and Pete and occasionally I get so maternal towards stebbins i start hysterically sobbing.
angst aside, getting so flustered hearing your crush is single and gay that you unconsciously slow down, get immediately homosexually bullied about it, then tripping in the span of one minute is so embarrassing
Summary: A Persian prince offered as a peace token, you were now locked away in a tower cell. There’s a Greek soldier in particular who keeps returning, exploiting his father’s friendship with Themistocles to reach you. First seeking informations of the enemies but, little by little, Calisto transforms you, an enemy of his empire, into his own flawless and willing sex slave.
Tags: No use of Y/N. Male reader. A request that I received. little to no plot and more getting used as a sex slave and loving it. Man handling. Size kink. Degradation. Possessive behavior. Top Calisto. Bottom male reader. Anal sex.
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ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉
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In the hushed embrace of the tower, a symphony of primal rhythm echoed to the dance of flesh that unfolded on the humble mattress beneath you, creaking growing louder and more insistent, with each powerful thrust of the man looming above.
Calisto, warrior of Greece, body a sculpted monument of power, drove into you with a relentless fervor that stole your breath and ignited your senses.
The humble bedfellow in this tower prison you were in groaned under the onslaught, its protests growing shriller with each thrust, punctuated by Calisto's guttural groans and your own ragged moans.
Body now a vessel of pleasure alight with every nerve endings singing as pulse after pulse of ecstasy coursed through your abdomen, converging at your throbbing cock. The friction against Calisto's abs, slick with sweat, was a delicious torment, spurring your muscles to meet his thrusts, all a futile endeavor given his Herculean strength.
Calisto's body, a furnace of heat and power, pressed you down, hands gripping your hips while speaking in a husky growl that rumbled in your ear, "Is this how you like it, your Highness?" The title, once a symbol of your royal lineage, now a mocking whisper laced with intimacy. You could feel his smirk against your cheek, breath hot and ragged from his own arousal.
Your nails dug into his broad shoulders, urging him deeper and harder to feel all of him. He grunted at your touch in such a primal sound that sent a shiver down your spine.
His forehead pressed against yours, eyes a stormy sea of lust and triumph as he stayed still after one deep thrust, savoring the tight grip of your body around his thick meat, breath warm and ragged against your overheated face.
"Don’t call me that," you ground out, voice a harsh whisper in contrast to the dopamine that coursed through your veins. "I don’t want to be associated with her." Your mother, Artemisia, once your protector, now your betrayer, had gifted you to Greece, a peace offering that stung like a betrayal.
Now you are here, a prince reduced to the sex slave for the man thrusted by his father to make you talk.
Calisto chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest and into yours. "And yet, here you are, your Highness," he whispered, his voice a caress, a taunt. "A prince of Persia, son of Artemisia, reduced to this." He punctuated his words with a thrust to brutally remind you of your current state.
Your breath hitched in a sound torn between pleasure and pain, craving him way more than you liked to admit, a distraction from the betrayal that cut deep.
Calisto's visits had started as a duty, to convince you to reveal your mother's plans and unravel the web of deceit that surrounded you.
Deep down you liked the way he seemed to always be respectful to you despite being the enemy, his eyes filled with a strange mix of pity and admiration.
It must have been the reason why your guard fell down so quickly from his presence alone to the point where having the Greek's strong and big hands all over your body was the bare minimum thing you longed for any time he would pay a visit.
Which was a lot now, even more than at the start.
From time to time he would even escape trainings or even slip in the night, avoiding carefully the guards outside and spend the whole night together with you while those outside would remain unaware that Calisto was the one who indirectly suppressed any of your want to escape, night after night of sex until you would be so full of him and still aching for more till he had to go away just as stealthily at dawn.
Calisto's hands, calloused from years of training and war, gripped your thighs, pulling them higher, opening you up to him even more, feeling every calloused ridge of his large hands as they settled lower on your ass, grip firm yet gentle.
His fingers, thick and strong from years of wielding a sword, dug into your flesh, pulling you closer and lifting up your legs, his biceps flexing like mountains rising, cords of muscles standing out in stark relief while he angled his thick length deeper inside, promising a brutal, pleasure-enduring assault.
Soon Calisto began to move again, hips setting a relentless rhythm, cock sliding in and out with ease and feeling every inch, ridges and veins as that wide, flared head stretched you deliciously.
As he increased his pace, grunts filling the air, you could feel your body responding, muscles’s vessels flooded with adrenaline to meet his thrusts, hips moving in sync with his body, greedy for more.
Your nails dug deeper into his shoulders, body arching into his, seeking more, always more.
Calisto's forehead made contact with yours, breath hot and ragged on your face as his body tensed, cock swelling inside you to indicate how close he was like you.
With a final, powerful thrust, he came and warm greek seed filled you in thick loads, marking and claiming you yet again. Your own release followed, body convulsing and cock pulsing as your own seed splashed onto his abs, glinting slightly in the dim light.
His face, flushed with pleasure, shifted from panting in sync with you to smiling slightly. Lips swollen and red from kissing, descended on yours, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, tongue snaking inside for a taste.
Kissing him back, tongue dueling with his own and breath mingling, bodies pressed together, slick with sweat and come.
When he pulled back, you levered yourself up on your elbows, body aching deliciously and mind fogged with pleasure. He moved his mouth from your lips, tracing a path down your cheek, jaw and neck. He nipped at your skin, leaving marks to establish his territory, hands on your ass, groping and squeezing as calloused fingers dung into your flesh.
While pulling out and relocating himself behind the fabric of his pants, he spoke through your skin, voice muffled but clear. "What do you think, your highness?" he asked, his tone mocking yet tender. "Would you finally share any knowledge you have of your mother's plans?" His mouth moved to your neck, teeth nipping at your pulse point and sending shivers down your spine.
Long gone was that stubbornness to stay silent, now only hesitation was present, voice low and unsure. "I'm not even sure if what I have would serve any real purpose," you admitted, body responding to his touch, cock hardening against his own through the fabric of his pants.
He insisted, his mouth moving, kissing, biting, tasting. "Anything can help understand and foresee the enemy," he murmured, his hands moving, exploring, claiming. "I can do something with it. I can help and free you from this tower." His gaze met yours, his eyes filled with sincerity, with determination. "You can have a new life, away from those who threw you away like a useless piece in this rising empire… together with me. Fuck— even if I’m not much besides a soldier, I promise I’ll treat you like a king."
You felt your heart race, breath hitch. You believed in the promise in his eyes, the conviction in his voice. You believed that he could give you a new life, a new start. You believed that he could treat you like a king, his equal and partner.
Your hands came up, cradling his cheeks and feeling the texture of his stubble beneath your palms like sandpaper. Looking into those fierce, intense eyes full of devotion and adoration, helping you make your decision. "I’ll do it," you said, your voice low but firm. "I’ll tell your general everything I know."
Those words sent a jolt of excitement through Calisto, boyish grin spreading wide as he pressed his forehead to yours with eyes sparkling with intensity. He let out a joyous, almost triumphant growl, mouth soon crashing against yours with renewed fervor.
It was possible to feel the celebration in his kiss, the sheer joy from your acceptance of your new life with him.
One of your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, your body pressing against his, heart beating fast in sync with his. The other hand at your disposal, guided by a hunger you couldn't suppress, slipped inside his garment to wrap around his girthy cock, fully aware of what he liked and how to please him, like the good sex toy you were.
Calisto cursed, voice low and guttural as your hand closed around his length. He groaned into your mouth, hips bucking slightly to seek more friction and pleasure. "You little minx," he murmured, his voice laced with mocking amusement, yet filled with desire.
His large hands grasped your ass, squeezing possessively before lifting you off the ground with ease. With little time to adjust, your back hit the rocky wall of the tower with a thud, clothed bulge pressed against your open hole, held back only by the thin fabric of his garment yet still doing its job as the pressure alone sent pulsing pleasure straight to your rock hard cock.
Taking advantage of your exposed neck with how much you leaned back your head obediently, his mouth moved down, stubble scratching pleasantly as lips and tongue leaf a trail of love in their wake. "What should I call you now, your highness?" he whispered, voice a low rumble filled with promise. "What would you like your master to call you?"
"Who cares," you gasped out, your grip on his cock tightening, hips moving to seek friction. “Call me whatever you want…”
"Then I can just call you my slave, eh?" he suggested, his voice a low growl. "Would you like that, my whore? Being my pet for the rest of your life?“
"Fuck y-yes," stammering as the grip on your ass tightened, fingers digging into your flesh and no doubt leaving heavy prints there. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice now a low, triumphant growl, hand leaving your ass to depart the garment he had on, it immediately falling away to reveal his thick and hard length ready again.
The blunt head pressed against your hole, slip inside smoothly thanks to the previous fucking that had left you gaping and well-used, body welcoming him, hips moving to seek always more.
He began to move, hips setting a steady rhythm, cock sliding in and out with ease thanks to the lubrication by his early release, brushing against every sensitive spot and drawing moans and gasps from your lips.
Calisto's forehead pressed against yours, breath hot and ragged on your face. "You feel so fucking good, slave," he growled, voice filled with pleasure and mind fogged by desire. "So fucking tight and perfect. By the gods, you were made for me, weren't you?"
You could only moan in response, body arching from the cold rocks behind and into his sculptured build.
Calisto's pace increased, cock slamming into your prostate while his abs left imprints into your own abdomen with how much force he put into each thrust. You could feel his body tensing, cock swelling inside to indicate how close he was.
With a final, powerful thrust, he came, seed filling you in thick spurts just in time for your own release to follow, body convulsing and cock pulsing.
His forehead remained pressed against yours while heavily panting, savoring the warm and tight grip your body had for him. "The only good thing Persia made," he whispered, voice filled with possessiveness and pride as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, those strong hands on your thighs holding you up against the wall.
His completely and irrevocably, you wouldn't have it any other way.
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