Lyonel and the Lords drunk off their asses singing a song about a disabled sex worker and acting like frat boys,
Dunk: hehe fnuny...
Egg: Is this not, in essence, the struggle of humanity? To, with the lot we are handed, find a way to not only survive but thrive, enough to be immortalized in art and in thus turn lift up our fellows in hope? Yet, parodoxically, in doing so we become a symbol and lose individual humanity to the collective even as we live only individual lives and struggles, relatable as they may be?
"i cant deal with people anymore, its just everyone sucks so hard, you know, everybody is so stupid, and they all walk around going nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah nyahnyahnyah"
I think that the only good thing that came out of the 2026 version of Animal Farm, is that it made many people read or reread the Animal Farm book or see the older movie adaptations.
Summary: You are the new wife of Aymer de Valence, 2nd Earl of Pembroke, a man known for his brutish personality and war exploits. After the wedding ceremony, you hope for a quick and relatively painless bedding, but he has slightly different plans.
Word count: 3.0k
Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, smut, explicit, no physical description of the reader, mentions of female genitalia, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns used, loss of virginity, Catholic overtones, religious trauma, medieval way of thinking (whatever that means), vaginal fingering, rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex, dominant partner, age difference, degrading language, porn without plot, plot what plot, dubcon, first draft yolo, no beta
Notes: All characters are over the age of 18. I decided to ignore history and pretend Aymer de Valence, 2nd Earl of Pembroke, was a fictional character based completely on the movie Outlaw King (2018). I was raised as a Roman Catholic, so this work includes religious topics, especially around sex. I drew a little from my own experience regarding the Church and sexuality. Again, apologies to Sam for this depravity and all the historians I’m offending by writing this.
You were trembling on the bed, taking deep breaths as your new husband was pushing everyone out of his chambers. You were so scared of him and his reputation already that you didn’t even ask him to forgo the bedding ceremony, but were still grateful he didn’t allow them into the room. However, panic soon set in you, panic and fear that the reason he didn’t want witnesses was that he was going to be cruel and sadistic.
Aymer de Valence, 2nd Earl of Pembroke. Brutish. Strong. Unbreakable. Oft described as a beast and celebrated for his achievements on the battlefield. Not above using tricks and treachery. And now, your Lord husband.
“Take it off,” he mumbled, pulling the rest of his clothes off himself. He was already hard, his cock bigger and redder than you imagined it, and already glistening. You felt a sharp pain low in your stomach, fear settling heavier in, panic sending your chest into a hyperventilating mess. Still, you listened and pulled your shift off of you, and lay still on the bed.
You did think him handsome, with his broad shoulders and strong arms, towering over you. Your sisters always commented so negatively about his lack of hair, but you thought it suited him, finding his face attractive. You initially minded the age difference, but not as if you had any say in the matter anyway, so you quickly made peace with it. What you couldn’t stomach was the perceived violence you were about to experience.
You could tell he wasn’t that drunk, not compared to how much he already had to drink, but you still hoped it would all be over quickly, and wouldn’t hurt too badly. Given how often he was somewhere gallivanting on the battlefield, you also hoped you wouldn’t have to endure him too much.
“Have you ever been fucked before?” he asked, pulling you down the bed by your leg, eliciting a surprised shriek from you. He was stroking himself, his eyes constantly drifting between your face and your cunt.
“No, my Lord,” you whispered, closing your eyes, still a little shaken from how he just treated you. He was now approaching the bed, and you tried so hard to remember everything the nuns taught you about how to behave with a husband. You expected you would pray together first, but it seems that the Earl of Pembroke was too impatient for such rites.
“Are you going to bleed?” he asked you with a smirk on his face, spitting on his fingers.
“No, my Lord,” you whispered again.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded, and you obeyed, watching him crawl atop you. You clenched your jaw, preparing for the pain, your face flushed as you watched his taut and hardened body peppered with scars.
He touched you, just from the outside, his hand finding its way towards that sensitive part of you that stroked only once, and not to so-called completion. Slowly, he slid his finger into you, and you could feel your cunt greedily suck him in with a wet sound. You bit your lip so as not to moan; you were sure your new husband didn't want to hear your sinful sounds.
Aymer smiled and licked your face before pushing his tongue into your mouth. You gasped into his mouth and immediately felt embarrassed, but you did nothing to stop him, as the first tenet your nuns taught you was to submit to your husband, completely. What was worrying you, however, was the enjoyment rising in your body as he pumped his finger in and out of you, his tongue exploring your neck and then your breasts, swirling around your nipples.
“Open your mouth,” Lord Pembroke ordered, and you obeyed without hesitation, still trying to swallow your moans that were dangerously close to escaping your lips.
No, you said to yourself, this was wrong, this was a sin. But who were you to disobey your husband, on your first night?
“Aren’t you sweet?” he whispered into your neck, his thumb now working in circles on your sensitive bud. “You need to relax,” he continued, but your mind was a fog lost to the pleasure he was eliciting from you.
“You are already such a good wife,” his cock was pressed firmly against your thigh, and you had no idea why he wasn’t bedding you properly, but at the same time, his finger felt so good inside you, so sinfully good. “Already obeying me so well, already giving me what I need.”
Maybe, you thought to yourself again, this wasn’t so wrong after all, not if your husband was praising you so. You only hoped it wasn’t some sort of test, a ploy.
Not only did Aymer not stop, but his mouth also formed a toothy grin, almost like he was enjoying your newfound suffering. Here it comes, you thought to yourself, the pain, the endurance. He continued to work on your cunt, trying to work another finger in, the wet sound permeating the air, your embarrassment burning hot on your face, the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter.
“Stop,” you mumbled, repeating your nun’s words in your head. No pleasure in bedding, only indulge your husband in order to give him an heir. On top of that, you felt a slight pressure in your lower stomach, making you uncomfortable.
Your mind couldn’t quite make sense of everything your body was feeling: pressure both inside and outside of your most sensitive parts, his thick cock slightly grinding against your leg, the intoxicating smell of your husband’s sweat, his mouth on your neck, on your shoulder, constantly whispering something your mind refused to register, and that knot in your stomach.
“Please,” you begged again, a tear rolling down your cheek.
“Shhhh…” he whispered against your neck, pressing his body against yours. “You’re close, it’s almost done.” You had no idea what was almost done, but you felt your body tensing up.
“But I have to, I need to… “ you never finished your sentence, more tears rolling down your face.
“I know, my sweet wife, I know,” he continued, grinding himself against you even more. “Just let it all go, let it happen, let it all happen,” he cooed, his thumb working on you, two of his fingers making those obscene sounds, still dutifully pumping in and out of you.
Although you thought it hurt initially, now you couldn’t fathom why, as they felt so nice against your wet walls, making you gasp so sweetly. Maybe you should listen to your Lord husband and just let it all go; it seemed as if he could understand what you were trying to tell him, and he was experienced, especially compared to you. Perhaps he truly meant what he said.
“My Lord,” you mumbled, before another stroke of his thumb got you over the edge, except it didn’t end up where you thought you would, in humiliation and pain. No, instead, an unfamiliar feeling washed over your body, making you gasp and moan, and your new husband greedily swallowed all of your sounds, as your vision temporarily went all white, and you kept calling him by his name instead of his title, and it felt so good, so treacherously
good, and you decided in that moment that if this was sin, you will willingly burn in hell.
He allowed you a moment of reprieve before finally pushing into you, his cock splitting you open, burying himself as far as he could in one go. He grunted against your lips, and you were surprised as not only did it not hurt as much as you were taught it would, but after your husband started to move, it actually started to feel almost pleasant.
“Your cunt is so fucking tight,” he declared in your face, and you only moaned in response, his vulgar words causing more heat to pool inside you.
“Did you like that?” he laughed, pulling all the way out before slowly pushing back in, dragging his fat head over parts of you that you never knew existed before. “Do you like it when I talk to you like that?” he laughed again, feeling the flutterings of your cunt against him. His weight was solely on one of his arms, the other touching you all over, but mostly focusing on squeezing your breasts.
It didn’t take long before he was fully slamming into you, his intimate hair tickling your sensitive bud, his fingers squeezing your nipples harder, his teeth grazing all the sensitive skin of your neck and face he could reach.
“You take me so well,” he said before pushing one of your legs against you, knee against the chest, opening you up so much, finally, that he could fully sheath himself inside you, his head touching more parts of your body you were convinced were supposed to stay sacred, dedicated to God only. “You are mine now,” he continued, frantically fucking you.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, continuing. “Fuck, you feel divine,” he continued, praising you endlessly, his hand now pushing you hard against the linen of the bed, holding you in place. You suddenly became aware of your hands on his back, holding for dear life, scratching so hard you could swear you drew blood. Not only that, it seemed that your new husband liked it, grunting every time you desperately clung onto him, nails digging in, sliding against his skin.
“I’ll make a whore out of you,” he breathed out. You should have been horrified at his language, but instead, you could feel yourself growing tighter against him. He laughed before affirming. “My own personal whore, wouldn’t that be a treat? Don’t worry, I won’t share you with anyone. From now on, you exist for my pleasure only.”
His movements became even more erratic before he momentarily stilled, and you could feel something wet and sticky deep inside you as he spilled, before her resumed his movements a little, grunting your name over and over again. Somehow, that was enough for you, to make your whole body spasm in that pleasure again, except harder, deeper, and you prayed it was a sign that you were to give him a healthy, male heir.
He remained lying on top of you for some time, occasionally pushing his seed back into you. He made you lick the remnants off his fingers, in a move so debauched and unheard of that you could feel your cunt flutter in excitement and shame. It turned out that your husband was much more patient than you ever dared to hope, and much more sinful than you ever dreamed possible. What was worse, it seemed you were as sinful as he was, and instead of feeling shame, you wanted to feel his until the rest of your days.
“Get on top,” he finally said, pulling your wrist, his other hand reaching for your hip, smacking your ass.
“My Lord,” you whispered, now seated against his hard abs, your cunt leaking his seed and your slick over him. There was a strict set of rules of how a husband was to bed his wife, and this wasn’t one of them. She was to remain motionless, on her back, and he was the one who was supposed to take her. This was quite out of the ordinary, although one of your older sisters did share some of her knowledge with you, which she allegedly read in some obscure book.
“Get back a little and now lean forward,” he instructed, his hand guiding you. Your eyes were oddly focused on the scar on his head, and you listened to his instructions as if uttered by God himself. He put his other hand around your neck, pressing a little. You could also feel a now-familiar burn at your entrance; he was hard and ready to take you again.
“Sit back,” he ordered through your teeth.
It hurt much more than when you were lying on your back.
“My Lord,” you battled the tears and a heightened feeling against your neck, but you did not falter.
“Yes, Aymer,” your reply was simple, but enough for his cock to twitch inside you.
“Aymer. Use my name, love,” he countered in response, a long moan escaping his throat. “Up and down, start slowly. Lean on my hand. And go faster when you can.”
A set of instructions, simple enough, you thought.
You did exactly what he told you; you moved your body up and down, bouncing on his cock, your mouth and eyes open as he ordered you at the beginning of the bedding. He pushed his thumb in your mouth, resting it on your tongue. This time, you didn’t even try to stifle your moans, becoming louder with every push, your ego and clit now being stroked by your husband’s fingers, your breasts going up and down in front of your husband’s eyes.
You tried hard to keep up the tempo, but it was harder than you thought; your legs often trembled, making you hesitate. For a moment, you believed your husband, your Aymer, would get angry with you, but he started laughing, both of his huge hands grabbing your hips, guiding you not only up and down, but a little forward and backwards as well. Soon, he held you in place as he was pistoning in and out of you, fueled solely by your drawn-out moans.
“Please don’t stop,” you begged, not believing those words just crossed your lips. “Please, I’ll try to give you a son,” you continued, trying to remedy your previous statement.
Aymer laughed again, amused by his new bride. “Aren’t you a sight? A small push of my cock and you’re turning from a saint to a wanton whore.” And just to drive his point further, he pushed harder, bringing you down by your hips with a newfound ferocity. To his absolute delight, you let out a long moan, bordering on a scream, your fingers grabbing at any skin of his you could find.
In the blink of an eye, he pulled you towards the bed, pushing you on your stomach, and then climbed on top of you, his chest firmly against your arched back; he was back inside you before you even figured out what was happening, fucking you with the strength and need of a much younger man. Your neck was lodged in the crook of his elbow, his other hand massaging again at your sensitive bud, his teeth biting your shoulder. A beast indeed.
“I’ll have you any way I want, when I want, where I want,” he continued, his fingers digging hard into your hips, enough to hurt, but you were far too gone to care, his cock now dragging out whimpers out of you. “Say it.”
“You’ll have me,” you whispered between moans, trying to remember what he said, your eyes focused on his. “Always. Any way you like.” Wrong, wrong, wrong, that inner voice piped up again. Marital bed, lying on your back, on certain days, to produce an heir only. But you wanted to be his, wherever he pleased, whenever he pleased, holiday or not. Marital bed or not. Lying on your back or your stomach or your side or sitting on top of him, it didn’t matter to you anymore. You didn’t have words for it, but you were both fucked out and cock drunk, and you wanted to submit to your husband's every whim, as long as he kept your promises to you. “I’ll submit,” you breathed out, a new wave of heat passing through you. “I am submitting.”
“Say that you’re my whore, wife. Say it.” He was speaking, growling really, through his teeth, his voice strained with something that almost, almost sounded desperate.
You hesitated a little, not because of what he was asking, but because you were shamelessly enjoying your husband and his cock too much; luckily, the old brute didn’t hold it against you.
“I’m your whore, Aymer,” you whispered, and then again, louder. “I’m your whore, husband, I’m your whore. Please,” you begged harder, feeling you were getting close. “Please let me be your whore.” He pushed your head into the pillow, his hips stuttering again, but his thumb never hesitated, resolved to bring you to another peak. “Please, Aymer, I’ll do anything,” you muttered into the pillow, hopefully loud enough for him to hear. “Keep me, please,” at this point, you were so lost to yourself that your mouth seemed to have a mind of its own, saying out loud even the thoughts you were determined to keep to yourself.
“Oh, I intend to keep you, alright,” he growled into your ear; you could feel that smirk forming again on his face, his teeth grazing your earlobe, his hips pressing against your rear, a soft sound of his balls hitting against your skin filling your ears, making your walls even wetter. “Come on, come on,” he goaded you, fucking you hard enough to leave bruises. “You needy, fucking whore,” his voice rasped, tipping you over.
Your whole body trembled in overstimulation, your pleasure washing over you again, as your husband fucked more of his seed into you, holding you firm. Your mind was blissfully empty, even as Aymer lay next to you, his fingers finding their way back to your sore entrance, pushing his spend back inside and effectively plugging you in.
“Are you always going to be this good for me?” he asked, pushing his tongue back into your mouth, holding your lower lip between his teeth.
“Yeah,” you muttered, staring into his pale eyes. “I will.”
He laughed before biting down harder, and you could taste your blood mixing with his saliva.
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Summary: In which your timid baby finally bares his teeth.
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, smut, explicit, no physical description of the reader, mentions of female genitalia, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns used, unprotected sex, p in v, slight biting, porn without plot, plot what plot, first draft yolo, no beta
You were rolling your hips slowly, excruciatingly so, his cock deep inside you as you rode him.
To him, it felt like hours since you started your torture, bringing him to the brink and then not allowing him to come. His handsome face was flushed, sweaty, and teary-eyed, his muscles tense, strained, and his fists constantly going from open to clenched and back, shaking the whole time.
“Please,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
“Please, what?” you rolled your hips a little faster, drawing a surprised gasp out of him.
The sheets were drenched in his sweat, and you could feel his thighs trembling under you. His eyes were so wonderfully glassy, fixed on you. Your slick spilt over him, the wet skin sticking together.
“Please let me touch you,” he whimpered, his lips pouty, but his eyes were begging.
A soft afternoon light was peeking through the blinds, illuminating the tiny beads of sweat on his taut skin.
“Is that all you want, baby?” your hand dragged over his chest and his abdomen, dragging more pathetic whimpers out of him.
“I want to come,” his voice was weepy, breaking. “Inside you,” he quickly added, one of his hands hovering over your hip, hoping you’ll allow him to wrap his long fingers around your waist, but knowing better than to do it without asking.
And yet, you still hoped you would break him soon, that one of his whimpers would be too much, too far, and he would pin you against the mattress in a second and take what he wanted. Perhaps, soon, you thought, licking your lips, moaning as you circled your hips, angling yourself so his cockhead would drag those pretty sounds from your lips.
You liked how nothing else existed in his mind at that moment but you. The whole world could be falling apart around you two, and he would still pitifully beg to be buried inside you for a moment longer.
“You want to come, baby? Spill inside?” you continued your slow movements, enjoying how his cock made you feel tiny shivers through your whole body. Poor guy had no idea what he had: those huge, sexy hands that made you crazy any time he would place them on you, those big, needy eyes that were constantly observing you, watching intently what you liked, no, loved, and that big, veiny cock that had you unravelling in no time. And the way he would say please every time, the way he would wait for you to come home on his knees, begging to lick you before you even had a chance to take a shower.
His utter devotion already made you come three times, twice in his mouth and once on his cock, that beautiful, fat cock that deserved to be worshipped over and over again, no matter what he believed.
“And you promise to be good?” you touched your tits, squeezing your nipples and watching his eyes go wide.
The first time you allowed him to touch you like this, he simply placed his hands on your waist and sped up a little. You still liked watching his face as he came, feeling his seed spill in you, his desperate little pleas, but you just needed more.
“I promise,” he whined, now fisting the sheets like his life depended on it.
He smelled so sweetly when he begged, the flush spreading through his whole body, his cock twitching inside you.
“And do you remember the rules, handsome?” you watched as his face turned a deeper shade of red at your compliment, from his chin all the way to his ears, his eyes fluttering at your lips, almost as if unsure of what you just said.
“I can -fuck, I have to be rough and fuck you hard,” his eyes were now glued to your bouncing tits again, his sweaty hair glued to his rugged face, another moan freely escaping his throat as your pussy momentarily spasmed around his cock.
“And the most important rule?” you asked, guiding his hand to your mouth and sucking at two of his fingers.
His whole body went rigid instantly, his jaw clenching and eyes flickering shut, his abdominal muscles tensing as he desperately strained not to come, despite wanting to fill you so badly and watch his seed leak out of your fucked-out pussy.
“I…” his voice stuttered a little. “I focus on myself. On my pleasure.” He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing so shyly.
You flashed him a smile that knocked the breath out of him, parting his lips, his beautiful blue eyes flickering with adoration.
“Fuck me, baby,” you cooed sweetly, wondering what he would do. Same thing as always, press his fingers into your flesh, and then continue the torturous tempo, while obsessing over how you feel? Or would he finally do as a trained lap dog and fuck you hard and rough, as you asked him to?
He snapped his hips, making you fall forward with a playful shriek, your hands pressing firm against his chest, and then, in one quick move, turned you both around, your back hitting the soaked sheets.
Guiding your legs around his waist, he started slowly, still pacing himself, but his tongue was hard and demanding in your mouth, his lips sucking on yours, his forearms framing your head.
His mouth trailed down your neck, his teeth dragging over your sensitive skin as he picked up his pace.
“Is this what you wanted?” he whispered against your neck as he slammed hard, drawing a loud, pleasurable moan out of you.
“Don’t stop, baby,” you breathed out between moans, your nails dragging over his back. “I need you, baby, don’t stop.”
“Like this?” he inquired, his voice rough and laced with something different as his cock slid in and out of you, the knot in your stomach tightening.
“You feel so good, baby, so big,” you continued cooing sweetly in his ear, encouraging him further, chasing your own pleasure as he fervently fucked you into the mattress.
A moan escaped him, as it always would when you praised him and his skills in bed. Your sweet, needy boy, trying so hard to give you what you asked for, fucking you in the way he never did before, making all those pretty little sounds escape your lips, sounds of moans and whimpers mixing with his grunts.
“Does it feel good for you too, baby?” you dragged your lips over his temple, your nails digging deep in the skin of his back. You were close again, so close, and you were scared he was holding back because he could feel your cunt fluttering around him.
“I want to make you feel good,” you moaned out when he didn’t respond, desperately clinging onto him.
“Baby, please,” more desperate pleas spilt from your lips as you dug your heels into his back, pushing him deeper into you.
He stilled, and you could feel his cock twitching inside you; he bit your shoulder, hard, and grunted, the intensity of his orgasm overwhelming him.
The way he clung onto you and bit you, his body pressed over yours, the desperate sounds of him coming, and the scent of his sweat were enough to tip you over as well.
You came, for the fourth time this afternoon, whimpering his name, completely losing yourself in his arms and the feeling of warmth and pleasure spreading through your whole body.
“Oh, baby,” you peppered his temple with soft kisses, your hands tangling in his ruffled hair. His breathing was still ragged, and you could feel little droplets of his spit around where he was still biting you.
He finally got up on his forearms, immediately crashing his lips against yours, kissing you passionately.
“You’re still shaking,” he sounded slightly worried, and yet, didn’t even try to pull out. He loved nothing more than to stay in you, for as long as possible, feeling his spend slowly drip out of you.
“Yeah,” you laughed, playfully kissing his nose, your fingers playing with his hair.
“That’s all on you, though,” you teased him, watching his ears get red again, a shy smile spreading on his face.
Instead of responding, he buried his face into your neck, mumbling into it.
“Can we go again, please? Like… Can we try it this rough again?”
“Yeah, baby? Would you like that?”
“More than anything.”
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