“but i am touching you, sweetheart.” eiden mused cheekily, nudging the thigh yakumo was currently grinding against slightly and watching with a smirk as the serpent’s eyes fluttered shut with a gasp, desperately holding onto composure to finish his request.
“i-i mean.. w-with your hand…” yakumo paused for a brief moment to bite his lip, hips seemingly moving on their own. eiden waiting patiently as the only thing to come out of the taller man’s mouth were soft, breathless moans. “would you touch me.. with y-your hand..? d-down there..?”
it was a shy, earnest plea, and yet it only made the grand sorcerer want to tease the serpent more.
“oh? does rubbing against my thigh not feel good? it sure looks like it does.”
“n-no-!” another sweet moan fell from yakumo’s lips. “i mean, o-of course it feels good!! i just..”
eiden laughed softly, using one hand to steady the serpent’s now stuttering hips while the other gently cupped his cheek.
“if it feels good, let’s just keep going, yeah? you worked so hard today, just let me take care of you right now, okay?”
yakumo leaned into the hand on his cheek with a lovestruck expression, flushed a pretty pink to the tips of his ears and lips parted ever-so-slightly to let out quiet pants. after a moment of brief consideration, he looked up at eiden through his eyelashes, and nodded.
“yes… o-okay. please, take care of me, mr. eiden.”
i was nearlyasleep when a vision STRUCK me and now i'm so angry taht i have to type it out.
it seems.. the passage of time may be exercising an effect on me.:
day 1: i do not have any particular feelings about nun yakumo
night 2.5: what if we chained nun yakumo's arms up to the ceiling so he has to keep them above his head, while he kneels over one of those vibrating mounts but also his ankles are shackled to the floor so he cant stand up and kinda has to maintain that position on his knees i mean maybe he can lift himself just out of reach of the mass between his legs but he's gonna have to sit eventually and that's when the real fun (crying and begging) starts
i felt like i , floating in and out of consciousness, was held hostage by a council of voices discussing the details:
-so it's agreed that we need to tie him up , right?
-he wants to be restrained soooooooo bad.
-wait, isn't that more akin to Demon behaviour? like something is possessing him and he wants to be tied up as a safety precaution?
-he can be a nun and also falling into his glowy-eye-fangs-out-shadow-aura self. but right now, we need to bully him.
-first stage is always bullying.
-you gotta warm him up.
-yeah, he can't go hissy demon mode until you push him past all those mental barriers.
-i mean, he CAN, but isn't it more fun this way?
-yeah, so anyway, we're in some cellar-type room in the castle. it is generic stone and wet walls in here. for some reason, the colour is blue green. why is it blue green?
-ambiance.
-right. old school sex dungeon or whatever. it's kinda gross. obvs not upkept.
-you mean we can't have like, a groovy austin powers velvet carpet sex room? with the nice light fixtures and plush furniture? maybe a coffee machine in the back?
-NO! IT IS COLD AND WET IN HERE! WE ARE HERE TO MAKE HIM UNCOMFORTABLE!
-doesn't yakumo like wet--
-anyway tie up those arms. he can clasp them in generic prayer while we raise them to the ceiling.
-where's that yeehaw toy!!!
-yeah, the mount!!
-there is a mount between his legs. like that deluxe unicorn sex machine you saw.
-ehehe unicorn. are we envisioning a 🦄🌈unicorn?
-that's pretty funny because it stands out rather starkly against the drab background. deluxe unicorn with 18 attachments.......
-no, no, we'll be merciful. keep it in theme. it's a basic black mount that doesn't look like any creature in particular
-a funny-shaped pillow, essentially?
-sure why not
-but it vibrates at different intensities and patterns, at least
-the point is, SHAKE UP THAT SNAKE
-milksnake shaken not stirred
-so he's sat atop the mount. but it's short enough that his knees reach the floor.
-he can lift himself up off the mount if he wants, but it will be taxing on his knees for long periods of time
-what's stopping him from standing up?
-uhhhhhhhhh chain his legs to the floor
-like, a restraint on each ankle? attached to the floor?
-or? what if we just tied his ankles together? without being stuck to the floor?
-hmm.... he might still kick around a little too much.
-cuff him, boys
-so he's sorta stuck in this position now. limited range of motion. are we just gonna leave him there?
-of course not. bring eiden in
-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
-can he whip him?
-what?
-CAN EIDEN WHIP YAKUMO? with a soft impact toy, of course. i'm not CRUEL.
-not this time. he might break.
-seriously?! from some light impact play?!?!
-let's try one toy at a time.
- :[ *puts the floggers back into the cabinet*
-okay! now, put yakumo and the mount on a raised platform.
made of the same material as the rest of the floor, just stacked higher. nothing too tall. elevate him just enough that when eiden stands in front of him, his eyes are level with eiden's chest
-i want eiden to be comfortably standing. not forced to bend or crouch or stretch to slap yakumo around
-ok, he's not actually slapping yakumo around. but if he wanted to, yakumo's face would be right at slapping level. you know what i mean?
-yakumo has to physically move his head to see eiden's face
-perspective change!! who's taller now!!!
-optimal slapping level can also be... if you would so kindly consider, the perfect height for eiden's hand to cradle yakumo's face
-disgusting. can't belieeve he has to play tender loving care to get yakumo into subspace
-the combination of eiden gently holding his face and kissing him while he's forced to grind against a toy.......
-i mean..if u get yakumo horny enough, i bet you eiden COULD slap him and he'd be into it
-i don't doubt you
-but we're starting with beginner mode, aight
-WOE. DESPAIR.
-AT LEAST.... i'll give u this. eiden canNOT be too generous with his touches.
-yakumo's on a l'il stage. that means he has to put on a l'il show.
-perform well, and you'll get skin contact!
-but only on the places where his outfit exposes his skin. so: face, ears, neck?, hands, and those paltry hip windows.
-are we punishing him for not dressing slutty enough?
-maybe.
-nothing's stopping eiden from touching OVER yakumo's clothes, anywhere,. whatever gets him w r e c k e d
-those hip windows. what are those diagonal straps?
-you think they have any elasticity? can we pull on them?
-snap his bra straps [hip window straps]
-mmmm they look more like decorative fabric. probably similar to the stuff the robe is made of.
-what, so it's not his skimpy underwear peeking out from beneath his skirt?
-absolutely TRAGIC. i'm DROWNING in lost potential here.
.
-what is the goal for the "performance", anyway?
-get yakumo to complete 28 of his standard 41 orgasms per night, on his own?
-tire him out a bit so eiden's hole has a chance at survival this event?
-collect his cum for demonic ritual purposes? that room is gonna be ectoplasm-abundant once this ends, after all
-i don't know. my only goal is to get yakumo crying and whining and pleading and begging in the most pathetic state you can imagine
-what is it the fanfic writers say?
-"wet gasp"?
-yeah. make him do lots of those.
-ya think he's gonna go numb after all that vibration though?
-we can give him a break every now and then. switch it up. the toy doesn't ALWAYS have to be doing something.
-maybe add a sleeve so yakumo can fuck into it
-THAT'LL give him something to do. make him run dick laps around the track so he burns off some of that excess energy
-eidenhole simulator sleeve with temperature control and pulsating ridges
-this mount's got it all!!!
-but it can't match up to the real thing.....
-(eiden standing smugly , feigning ignorance when yakumo begs for more)
-i want that brokenly sobbing snakenun to look up at eiden with those big sad eyes that get intermittently glowier the more riled up he gets
-you think his mascara will run?
-god i hope so.
-not diminishing the ability of those magic-eyeliner creators with Patented Staying Technology, but i really hope yakumo's tears defeat the makeup
-is there a way for him to bite himself with his own fangs , trying to suppress his noises?
-why not. at some point his fangs come out, he is unaware of them, and he bites his lip. with bloody consequences!!
-clean yourself up. lick up your own blood. don't stain the already nasty dungeon floors with your oxygenated juice lololol
-work him over until he slumps like a ragdoll
-those restraints are gonna leave some marks (that's what you get for having that bonkers level of stamina, mr. needs-to-cum-infinity-times)
-maybe eiden rewards him with vanilla sex afterward
-frees him from all the restraints
-lays him down so eiden can do the work now (ride him into oblivion) 😂
-yeah that sounds like how these things typically go
-yakumo's still dealing with the pins and needles sensation of his limbs regaining circulation
-and eiden is SLAMMING DAT ASS DOWN RELENTLESSLY ON THAT "GREAT SERPENT"
-i'm srsly lmao imagine beeing the Great Serpent and finding out your descendant names his dick after you--
-to be fair, yakumo doesn't call it that. it's eiden who---
-ANYWAY EIDEN IS BOUNCING ON IT, IN ORDER TO GET HIS. let him get His.
-hopefully yakumo passes out at some point
-because it's usually eiden passing out
-why not let them BOTH pass out
-strewn across the raised floor of the gross musty sex dungeon. covered in goo.
-they've earned it
i wonder if yakumo can cum just from having his nipples played with. and would just fingers be enough? or would only a hot, wet tongue with a bit of gentle nibbling be enough to push him over the edge?
he probably could cum from just that alone, but all the special attention paid to his chest would leave him a little sore…... and very sensitive ♡
he might whimper and whine about the pain, about how it’s ‘too much!!’, but the more sore and sensitive he is, the faster he comes~ he’s too shy to admit it, but he really likes being overstimulated like that ♡
kuya hooking yakumo up to a chain that connects to his nipples, earring and then around his wrists, so that every time the poor little serpent unconsciously jerks his wrists down in response to kuya’s teasing, both the sensitive skin around his earring and his nipples get pulled on.. much to think about ♡
but I got a new ship obsession? Literally because I dreamt about it? And I need ur opinion 👀 (with or without nsfw idc I just need more of this-)
Yakumo x Quincy x Dante
I cannot explain it I can only point at them and hope you see my vision 😔💔
OOOOHHH WHAT WAS YOUR DREAM ABOUT TELL ME TELL ME!!!
alas i am: unfortunately the worst person to ask for opinions on dante ships because i barely know dante??? as a character???? let alone anything to do with him sexually. he is a mysterious and wild beast to me, i admire him from afar and yet, for reasons unknown, i cannot get any closer to him. we will have to consult some dante experts on this topic!!!
but vaguely, with my limited understanding of dante and my experience with quinte and yakudante?? i can see it. i am picking up what you’re putting down.
dante gets to act confident in quincy’s presence because he assumes the shy, meek yakumo doesn’t know anymore about sex that he does. unlike quincy, who everyone knows is experienced and good at using every part of his body, yakumo.. yakumo’s probably just as much as a virgin as dante is!!! and technically he’s right, it’s just that yakumo’s strong desire to make his partner(s) feel good makes him an excellent learner, meanwhile dante’s stubbornness and unwillingness to accept the fact that he’s not great at everything on the first try isn’t a weakness is.. well. he winds up in situations like this.
regardless, dante thinks he has yakumo under control, he thinks he knows how this interaction is going to go, only for quincy to smirk in that stupid attractive way he does because the difference between normal yakumo and yakumo in the bedroom is like night and day. dante has no idea what he’s getting into.
needless to say dante learns quite a few things, from both quincy and yakumo. quincy’s a good and patient teacher, while yakumo and his unexpectedly lewd but honest reactions are wonderful motivation. he begins to understand that not immediately knowing what his partner(s) love isn’t a weakness, but rather an opportunity to improve. he’s not going to be perfect at everything on the first try, and that’s okay. no one’s going to judge him if he makes a mistake, or fumbles, or shows vulnerability.
maybe he also cries a little along the way. who’s to say ♡
yakumo lost his ability to think straight a while ago. the feeling of quincy’s large hands gripping his hips, gently holding him in place, as the larger man peppers kisses and nips on the bare skin of his ass would have been more than enough to overwhelm the poor serpent on its own. but then there’s.. the strange but exciting position yakumo’s found himself in.
he’s technically sitting on quincy’s chest, back towards the man’s face, having been manhandled into this position in a series of events his fuzzy, horny brain can’t seem to remember too well.
(he does remember quincy’s hands roaming all over his body, cupping and fondling his chest and nipples before sliding down to his hips. these hands, comforting yet dizzying in the way they always are, easily guided him where quincy wanted him to go, until his chest was flush with the forest guardian’s stomach.
“arch your back a little.. that’s it,” quincy had requested, his voice rougher than usual and a little breathless, gently pushing down the center of yakumo’s back until he had no choice but to comply.
“but m-mr. quincy.. t-this is-!” he remembers trying to protest in embarrassment, as he realized where this position left his bottom, but he cut himself off with a whiny gasp as quincy pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin just around his rim.)
and that would’ve been exciting enough on its own, let alone combined with the special attention quincy was paying to him, not to mention the feeling of his cock sliding against the forest guardian’s hair-covered chest every time he accidentally squirmed or bucked his hips, but.. what truly made yakumo unable to string a coherent sentence together, was the fact that his vision was entirely taken up by quincy’s massive bulge.
he was so close, if he turned his head even slightly, he was sure he would be able to rub his cheek along the throbbing length. yakumo could feel its warmth, practically tasting the quickly growing spot of precum that dotted the front of quincy’s boxers. if he just.. stuck his tongue out the slightest bit, he would actually be able to taste it. the thought alone made him moan helplessly. with every twitch and shift, the urge to just bury his nose in the larger man’s crotch and inhale his natural scent deeply flooded his body with molten hot desire. he wanted nothing more than to take quincy’s cock into the inviting warmth of his mouth, feel it throb at the back of his throat and just hold him there, refusing to let go until the forest guardian had blessed his tongue with his cum but.. he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.
the idea of giving in to his serpentine instincts and swallowing quincy whole was just.. far too shameful.
a growl from behind him brings yakumo back from his blatant, filthy fantasizing, and he yelps as quincy’s giant hands spread his cheeks apart to gain easy access to his entrance. a sharp cry of quincy’s name quickly turns into a choked off whine as he feels the forest guardian’s hot, broad tongue lap languidly against yakumo’s hole before finding its way inside.
“ah- aahhnn~! m-mr. quin- AH! nnhhhgg~ ♡”
apparently the larger man had grown impatient staring at the tantalizing sight before him and could no longer hold himself back, as yakumo could hear the downright lewd sounds of quincy’s enthusiastic efforts over his own moans and whimpers.
the serpent jerks his hips at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, accidentally grinding his leaking cock against the fine hairs of quincy’s chest. his eyes roll back at the heavenly feeling, and all rational thoughts leave his head like the drool dripping down his chin.
~♡~
the next thing yakumo registers with any sense of coherence is quincy’s thick cock slipping out of his mouth as he throws his head back to wail, the feeling of quincy’s fingers and tongue working together to massage his too much for him to bear. the forest guardian’s boxers have been pushed down haphazardly to his thighs, which are littered in crescent-shaped fingernail marks from where yakumo was gripping onto them for dear life.
quincy pulls his head back reluctantly to question why yakumo had stopped, replacing his tongue with another thick finger to make up for the absence.
“hh.. little serpent.. k-keep going.”
yakumo doesn’t need to be told twice.
he takes quincy’s dick, covered in a mess of precum and drool, back into the inviting warmth of his mouth, moaning at the feeling of something so large pressing against his tongue and the back of his throat. his nose is pressed against the larger man’s groin, and every breath he takes is just filled with the intoxicating scent of the man beneath him. he eagerly massages his tongue against the underside of the forest guardian’s cock, encouraging him to finish. he needs more, he needs to taste quincy’s cum, he needs to swallow him in the only way that will satiate the animalistic desire coursing through his veins, setting him on fire from the inside out-
surprisingly, it’s not the feeling of quincy relentlessly attacking his prostate with quick, ruthless thrusts of his fingers, nor is it his dick sliding against the larger man’s hair-covered chest that pushes yakumo over the edge.
when yakumo comes, he’s drowning in the feeling of all his senses being clouded by quincy. his scent, his taste, his hands gripping the serpent’s slender hips roughly, but never roughly enough to bruise. it’s too much, it’s too good, and the moment quincy shoots his long-awaited release down yakumo’s throat, the serpent can’t help but follow in his footsteps.
the thick smell of essence and sex hanging in the air must be messing with yakumo’s head, still preventing him from forming a coherent thought. he feels weightless, but somehow still tethered to the moment as if he were covered by a warm, thick blanket. when he opens his mouth to speak, the first word he manages to pant out is,
kinda wanna.. overstimulate yakumo but tease him gently at the same time. have him be desperate for more but at the same time almost shying away from any touch because it’s just too much ♡ unsure of whether to chase after the soft hand around his cock or squirm helplessly at the gentle fondling of his nipples, but also knowing even the slightest movement will jostle the toy buried deep inside of him, causing him to shake and squirm for an entirely different reason ♡
i just think yakumo should have a taste of his own medicine, quincy deep inside of him while eiden sits in front of both of them, his deceptively gentle hand resting sweetly on the serpent’s tummy. and whenever quincy thrusts so deep that the bulge visible in yakumo’s slender stomach gets impossibly bigger, eiden presses his hand down to meet quincy’s cock, creating an intoxicatingly overwhelming feeling that leaves the poor serpent squirming and shaking with each ‘cruel’ movement.
yakumo’s lost count of how many times he’s been on the brink of release, mind going blissfully numb with every torturous wave of pleasure. but he’s unable to cum, the strange band eiden put at the base of his cock with a wicked grin on his face making sure he reaches the edge time and time again, but never goes over it. eiden’s getting his ‘revenge’, after all.
he’s distantly aware that he’s begging, but he’s not even sure what he’s begging for; for quincy to slow down, for eiden to stop pressing his hand down, or for both of them to thrust deeper and press harder.
if yakumo’s being honest though.. the feeling of constantly being so close to release while overwhelming pleasure washes over him is addicting. desperation is threatening to drown him, but at the same time, being so desperate to cum, so desperate to beg for eiden and quincy to go easy on him, to beg for the two of them to never stop and continue to use him to their hearts’ content.. but not being able to? it turns him on like nothing else.
the idea of being wrapped in the loving embrace of his two partners while they play with him until he can’t think straight.. if it were possible to die from pure bliss, yakumo wouldn’t mind going out this way at all ♡
wait please tell me how i can breed yakumo i dont have a dick please knowledge me 🙏 🙏
oh anon, you don’t need a dick to breed yakumo!! he just loves being filled, he’ll take whatever you give him like the good boy he is ♡ sometimes eiden designs specially made toys because while he does love fucking yakumo himself, he can’t deny it brings him a unique kind of satisfaction to see the serpent squirming and whimpering while riding something he made.
(but if you want to get really adventurous, yakumo wouldn’t be opposed to trying an ovipositor 👀👀)
hi can i talk about subby quincy for a sec? thank you.
this is quincy to me. even if he’s not feeling submissive at the moment, playing with his tits quickly sends him into subspace. and yes, he can cum just from having his nipples played with. he’s a little embarrassed about that ♡
i just think yakumo should be fucked to orgasm… and then, before he can even catch his breath, be made to come again from pure overstimulation while he drools and whimpers and sobs so cutely ♡♡
Psttt I’m the anon from the other blog who wanted to send nsfw hcs…
Imagine Yakumo tied up??? Tied up so prettily…
oh anon, you don’t need to tell me to imagine yakumo tied up, i’m pretty much always thinking of it
i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: yakumo would love being tied up!!! nothing too crazy or restrictive, but just having his hands tied behind his back? maybe even.. his wrists and ankles tied together? not only does he love the feeling of security he gets from being restrained (he doesn’t have to worry about losing control when he’s tied up, after all), he also loves the feeling of helplessness, knowing he just has to sit there and take whatever his partner has planned for him.
maybe they’ll edge him, maybe they’ll overstimulate him, maybe they won’t even touch him at all and just make him watch as they pleasure themselves. he doesn’t know, but just thinking of the possibility makes excitement bubble up in his tummy like nothing else.
not being able to see during sex is.. definitely a new experience for yakumo.
it’s not a bad experience, per say, it’s just new. almost strange. the idea of not being able to look at his lover(s) while being intimate would be off putting if not for the heightened sensitivity his lack of sight brings.
he thinks eiden is in front of him, while quincy holds him from behind, but he’s not sure. if he stopped to think about it, he knows he would be able to figure it out, but the pairs of hands caressing his body don’t allow him to form a coherent thought for more than a few seconds.
yakumo lets out a quiet whimper as he feels a hand pet across his collarbone, before fingers begin playing at his nipple on one side while simply teasing his chest on the other. at the same time, he registers a kiss high on his thigh, just close enough that when whoever left it moves away, yakumo feels their hair brush against his leaking erection.
“mmhn, m-mr. quincy, mr. e-eiden.. please..”
he doesn’t know who to beg, so both names tumble from his lips. a kiss is pressed to his shoulder in response, and he hears eiden speak for the first time in a few minutes.
“shh, it’s okay, yakumo. just let us take care of you.”
then, as if communicating in a way yakumo couldn’t see, the kiss to his shoulder becomes a gentle bite, while a hand wraps around his cock. he knows that’s eiden’s hand, he’s felt it enough times to have it memorized by now. eiden always knows just what yakumo likes, rubbing his thumb against the tip of the serpent’s cock in gentle little circles that leave his thighs shaking to gather precum before slowly sliding down the rest of his shaft.
that must mean the person behind him, currently sucking a mark onto his neck, is quincy. he should’ve known from the sheer size of the large bulge pressing against the small of his back alone. a cock that big (without even being fully hard!) could only belong to one man. the feeling of quincy behind him, biting and kissing at his neck and shoulders, reminds him of the way the forest guardian fills him up so nicely, satisfying his instinctual urge to be bred. the thought of being so empty when quincy could be inside of him makes yakumo let out a needy whine.
as if sensing his desires, quincy suddenly grips yakumo’s hip and thrusts, releasing a deep, breathy growl into the serpent’s ear, directly against his gemstone earring.
at the same time, eiden’s other hand comes into play, fondling and massaging yakumo’s balls while rubbing his thumb over the leaking slit of the serpent’s tip, back and forth, ever so slowly, in a way that feels almost tortuously good with the blindfold on.
when yakumo cums, he’s drowning in the feeling of quincy toying with his now tender nipples, and eiden’s fingers slipping down to tease at his entrance. he knows he’s not supposed to be able to see anything, but in that moment, he sees stars.
