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Okay I think I have it figured out, so finally here is my art for Day 7 of @midsummer-masquerade ! Mdni with content please!!
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(Yes I seriously have to black out this much)
Full can be found here!
So, I have finally made some art for this event! I chose overstimulation and praise from Day 7! I am only sorry it took so long, I know in lieu of my last post I said it would be a bit until I put out new art due to all sorts of issues, but I was able to put then to rest for the time being. I was super happy this event was happening, I had posted excitedly about it before, and I truly appreciative to the kindness and creativity of the mods behind it! I also hope it is okay I did not include ocs or mcs, I have some, but they are stuck in my mind palace with lore I can’t even follow… so until I figure out here are canon characters. I am glad I was able to at least post on the tail end of this event, but if it is okay, I would love to post more art for the rest or at least some of the other days too! Not sure if I already missed my chance though! (“=w= )
Pairings: Asra x Kipling (Apprentice)
Prompt: Shibari
Additional prompts: Roleplaying, Sensory Deprivation, (light) Pet Play
CW: none
Title: Try Again by Aliyah
~ 1.6k words
Set to appear in Book 3 of Vulpes Animus
In which a court magician spends the evening with a dark vixen…
Asra followed a map that his lover had sketched for him. It took him through crowded rooms where masked palace guests tested the limits of each other’s pleasure, restraint, and in some cases, threshold for pain.
Asra hadn’t had time to dress for the occasion. As the permanent Court Magician, he was always swamped with research and ongoing experiments. He knew his partner, Kipling Bronne, wouldn’t mind that he came to her as he was. In fact, she probably preferred it.
Still, the cloud-haired magician felt himself sticking out like a sore thumb. Guests were serving more body than costume. Their clasps and chains and streaks of laced fabric were mere highlights to the generous amounts of skin that shone and glistened even under the weakest of candle light.
Meanwhile, Asra kicked up a breeze with the trailing ends of his outer jacket and the layers within. His signature red scarf came along for the ride. He walked with purpose, parting the wave through the masqueraders like a headmaster going about their midnight rounds.
By the time Asra made it to the rendezvous point, he had broken out in a fine sweat. He opened an iron gate into an enclosure overrun with plants and outdated stonework.
“Kipling?” He called out to the leafy dark. “I’m here.”
Ears sharpened by long term magical training, Asra heard the sound of a ward being activated. He was in her realm now.
“Magus Alnazar,” Kipling greeted as she stepped out from the shadows. His breath caught at the volume of coils and curls, interrupted by corkscrews of silver near her temple. Even from a distance, Asra could sense that she walked as tall as him that night. Her costume was a blend of nightcall temptation and black cat.
Or rather a fox, but in black morph.
“Kip,” Asra breathed, both hating and loving when she addressed him by a formal title. It meant she wanted to play games. As much as Asra loved to tease and taunt his partners, it was always Kipling that knew just the right jab to throw him off. If neither of them backed down, the two of them could go all night.
Kipling approached with a lump of corded binders slung over her forearm like it was a handbag. But it had to be heavy. She dropped it at Asra’s feet unceremoniously when they were face to face.
“Burning the midnight oil again. How was my map?”
Asra carded a hand through his shaggy white curls. “You took me along the scenic route. So, I’m a little sweaty. Didn’t have time to stop for a bath.”
Behind the simple black mask, Kip’s face was unreadable. She kept her mouth set in an easy smirk regardless of what he said.
“That’s all right. You came to me when I called. That’s all that matters.”
She came forward to remove his reading glasses – Salim’s old glasses. Since becoming a full time Court Magician, Asra had taken on the habit of shaving less and growing his hair long and untamed. It drove the other courtiers crazy. It had a likewise effect on Kipling, but for entirely different reasons.
“Rules?” Asra asked as Kip gently set the glasses to the side before beginning the lengthy process of disrobing him.
A tilt of the head. Eyes fixed on their task. “You can talk. But you know better than to touch wild animals. And while you’re at it, you shouldn’t touch yourself either.”
Asra’s white eyelashes shuttered over brown eyes. There were hues of astral purple as well, but less than when he was younger. He wet his lips when the base layer of his robe came off.
“What happens if I do, Vixen?”
Kip looked up at that. “Then it’s over. This realm disappears. And I with it.”
“Fair enough,” Asra huffed. Part of him wanted to test that to see if Kip was bluffing. But after his pants came down, he decided it wasn’t worth losing this moment with the dark fox kneeling down by his feet.
Kip made him wear a collar.
“Bring the rope.”
Asra scrambled to pick up the bindings. Kip was already pulling him along by a leash. He gathered the black cords and entered the slack, following Kip deeper into the stone garden where a stool waited for him.
Asra sat and swallowed through the dryness in his throat when Kip brought out the blindfold. She jerked his head back while putting it on.
“Stop squirming, Magus.”
“I want to see you.”
Besides, it was within the rules. She hadn’t said anything against squirming or resisting.
A chuckle. “You see me every day.” She moved on to tying him up with shibari knots.
“Not like this.” Asra was trying very hard not to whine. He turned his head as naturally as he could, hoping he would bump into Kip in a way that would make her want to caress him. Or kiss him.
He was only shoved backwards.
“Nice try.”
Asra shouted at the loss of his balance. But he was caught, the shibari knots kneading pleasantly into his back. He was pulled forward slowly until he had his balance again.
“Okay, okay. I’ve learned my lesson.”
A crude comeback rolled off Kip’s tongue.
You’re a liar.
She had said it in Zadithi, which made Asra’s cock twitch against the knots. Then, two fingers walked down his chest. Two became one at his navel, tracing a line through his pale happy trail until they found his erect tip.
Another dry swallow.
“I’m not allowed to touch you, but you can touch me. s that right?”
“That’s right.” And then. “You think you can tempt me, don’t you? To touch you in earnest. You think you can make me drop the act and skip this very important lesson.”
Asra smiled. “I know it won’t be easy, but yeah, I do.”
A breathy laugh.
Asra’s ears pricked when he sensed Kip leaning close to them. She had no words for him. Only the sound of her breath. It came out husky and full of want. The kind of want that came from a carnal, lawless place. Asra listened to all the ways she was already hot for him, just so he was aware of how much she suffered herself from holding back. The sound of her ragged, unchecked exhales was enough to make a little piece of him break.
“At least touch me, Kip. Fuck, touch me somewhere. Anywhere.”
A heavenly scrape of nails against his scalp. He let them tilt his head back. He heard the shift in weight as Kip straddled him, but didn’t sit.
“Open.”
Her gloved fingers went in. Her own slick coated the supple leather. It was so generous of her. Asra moaned, sending vibrations through the leather to Kip’s bones. He bowed his head forward, taking her hand down with him.
Gods.
“... You have permission to struggle.”
Asra snarled when Kip danced back. He was tied to the stool and she had gotten away. He twisted against the ropes. They bit into his skin. It burned so good.
“You should see yourself, Asra,” Kip said from afar. Asra didn’t miss the awe she fought to conceal in her voice. “How careless you are with yourself… just to get to me.”
Blood creeped from the corner of his mouth where he had bitten himself. His vixen was trying to make him angry, but it only made him hard.
When he had no more fight left in him, the blindfold came off.
Kip was there. The amber in her eyes full of challenge. Of knowing what he would say and knowing nothing.
“How far would you go for me, Magician?”
This was Kipling’s realm. One of darkness and of truth. A Door she had learned to open long ago.
In her eyes Asra saw the reflection of his vulpine smile.
“As far as I have to. But only in this place,” he confessed. “Only here. I swear it.”
Kip stood up tall.
“Swear again, Magician.”
Her leg came up by his ear. She leaned in, tilting her head in that foxlike way that he knew because he was one too.
“I swear it.”
He turned and placed a kiss on her inner thigh.
“You broke a rule.”
Asra was the one chuckling now, dragging his nose along her skin, leaving imprints of his teeth as he went.
“Punish me then.”
Asra struggled again, this time to tear the fabric hiding her wet core. His hands were tied. All Kip had to do was dance off into the dark. He couldn’t chase her. The magical walls could collapse around him at any minute.
But they didn’t and Kip didn’t move. She only swore as Asra greeted her kitty with a slow kiss. Before putting his tongue to work.
“Asra.”
That was better.
The Vixen’s gloved hands came to hold his jaw steady. She moaned deep enough that Asra felt the vibrations in her pussy. With her hips, she started her own rhythm for him to eat her out to. After some time, his head was drawn back. Kip dipped her head to kiss him soundly and lap up the blood from earlier.
“My love.” Kip purred. “My magician.”
Kipling sank into his lap and embraced him. But he could not hold her because his hands were still tied. His whole body hurt from how much he had thrashed earlier. His cock was still throbbing from neglect.
The night was waning, the final hours of the masquerade was upon them. Exhausted, but still so willing for one more bit of fun, the trio of lovers laid in a hidden corner of the palace. This night, everything was less frantic fucking and more chill energy.
Ramona moaned softly as she pleasured herself with a toy. Made in Nopal, the gorgeous glass phalus was nice and thick and sturdy. Its colored glass decorations gave it a nice texture as it rubbed against her inner flesh and sent a lovely warmth to her core. She closed her eyes and just focused on the feeling it gave her. Thick, heavy, and perfect.
She moved it in and out, arching her back as it grazed against her g-spot. She could feel eyes on her. Her lovers, other guests who also found a corner to relax, but it didn't keep her from chasing her orgasm.
She opened her eyes again, glancing over to watch her lovers. They, in turn, were watching her. Like her, they decided a languid masturbation session was in order. Watching them made her clench around the toy.
It was a wonder how, no matter how many times she's seen them in all sorts of states, they never failed to turn her on.
Julian abandoned the stroking of his cock to attend to Ramona.
"Let me help, my darling." He took over the toy, pistoning it at a pace he knew she liked. Now that she didn't have to think about it, she let it drift her away. The tension built much more quickly.
"I want you." She whined.
"You'll have me. Let me make you cum first." He insisted. In addition to the toy, Julian circled her clit with his thumb. This rushed her towards orgasm faster. It wasn't long until she was crying his name, clenching tight around the toy.
Julian pulled the toy out from her clenching hole and licked it clean, adoring the taste of her. He promptly replaced the toy with his own cock, thrusting his hips and chasing his own finish.
The overstimulation burned beautifully. She was so wet, so warm, both lovers were becoming lost in the other. She ran her hands up Julian's body, feeling the body hair sprinkled across it and the subtle muscles underneath. She pulled him down for a kiss, moaning into his mouth as he fucked her.
Ramona came again, clamping her pussy around Julian's cock. This triggered his own, releasing inside her.
Julian had hardly had time to finish twitching inside her before he pulled out and was swiftly replaced by Asra. It seemed he wanted a turn and who was she to deny her first love?
Under Asra's touch, Ramona became a mindless, boneless mess. No thoughts, only Asra and his cock. She closed her eyes once more and let him take control. Her mouth dropped open as overstimulation burned in her core. With Julian, it was a fire, but now, it was a raging inferno. Sweat dripped down her body while her insides burned.
"Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me. I know you're close." Asra whispered in her ear. A few more thrusts and Ramona was crying out, practically squirting around the cock inside of her. Asra came inside of her after a few more thrusts. He and Julian then helped her down from her high, kissing her all over. They cleaned her up, then themselves.
The rest of the night was enjoyed with a good meal, some drinks, and a well-needed nap.
Fashionably late to the party, Ruth is making her debut at the @midsummer-masquerade on Day 3 Day 7 with the Lingerie prompt. Julian helped her take this gorgeous photo~
If U Think I'm Pretty |🍋| Bluebird x Camia (& Leon)
For Day 6 of @midsummer-masquerade
In which, Bluebird stumbles across a room reserved for one woman and her toys, and takes a well-deserved break under her, and her friend's, care.
Prompts Used: Leather, Denial
CW: Dom/sub dynamics, Messy Oral Sex, Mention of transmasculine genitalia, Mention of nonbinary genitalia, Impact Play, Light Bondage
Title: if u think i'm pretty by Artemas
3k words
Bluebird very rarely had a moment to himself at events like this, and while being desired and chased was his favorite pastime, sometimes he found himself ducking into those secret magical passages and servant’s corridors Portia had showed him to take a break. The problem was, he wasn’t quite as familiar with the map of them as she was, and he ended up a bit lost.
The corridor he traveled stopped at the back of a painting, and he grumbled under his breath, trying to push it to the side. When the painting suddenly shifted, he tumbled out, falling ungracefully to the floor.
“Ow, what the fuck.” He winced, rubbing his ass, until he heard a low chuckle and his head snapped up.
A woman dressed in black stood in front of him, almost vanishing into the shadows of the dimly-lit room save for her pale skin, black-painted lips curved in an amused smile. “I thought I heard a little mouse in the walls.”
He swallowed. “I… I was lost.”
“Sure seems like it.” She held her hand out to him, and pulled him back to his feet. Gods, she was tall. And wearing her own heels as well. Blue felt almost shy, especially as she didn’t drop his hand right away. “Looking to get away from the excitement, or to find something new?”
He shrugged, eyes catching on the large scar across her face. It was intense, and insanely hot. And a little familiar, maybe. Then he remembered she asked him a question. “Uh, I, um. I guess a little bit of both, maybe.”
She led him over to a chaise, and he finally took in the rest of the room, a darkened salon. Candles were lit all around, and a piano sat in one of the corners. It was a little different from the salons he was normally in though, and with how quiet the room was, not even passerby noise from the hallway outside, he wondered what wing of the palace they were even in. As they sat down, the woman studied his face, holding his chin in her hand. He tried very hard not to blush, but he wasn’t sure he was successful.
“Ah, I do know you.” She hummed, tapping his cheek with her finger. “Lucio’s little 'Birdie.' Though I believe you go by Blue, is that right?”
He nodded, but then added, with a cheeky smile, “you can call me whatever you want.”
She laughed through her nose. “I don’t think Lucio would agree.”
“He’s not here.”
“Thankfully.” She let go of his chin, and he felt like he could breathe again. “How are you enjoying the masquerade so far, Blue?”
“Oh, I love it.” He relaxed against the back of the chaise. “I mean, I love sex. So I’m pretty happy.” He laughed lightly, and she smiled, looking him up and down.
“I imagine a pretty thing like you is very popular, and not just with Lucio.”
Pretty brought a hot blush to his cheeks, and he glanced away from her. “Very, uh, popular. That’s why I was in the walls in the first place, trying to take a break.”
She nodded, understanding. “Well, this is my room, but you’re welcome to continue taking your break here.”
He shifted in his seat, feeling a warmth in his stomach the longer he sat with her. “Or… try something new?”
"Hm, perhaps.” She looked him up and down again, more purposefully this time, and he squirmed a little more. “Though it’ll probably be different from what you’re imagining, little bird.”
He wasn’t imagining anything too specific, to be fair, all he knew was he wanted her to keep talking to him in that low, raspy voice. He leaned a little closer to her, and she didn’t pull away, but there was a look in her eyes that said careful. “You, uh, said this is your room? You’re staying here, in the salon?”
She shook her head. “My room as in, where I take my partners, or they come find me.” She glanced around them. “It’s more convenient this way, but it also ensures a certain level of… privacy.”
More privacy than the masks of the masquerade already allowed? She noticed the slight confusion on his face and laughed.
“Let’s just say many of my partners find me for a specific reason, and they don’t want others to know that reason.”
Oh, well, now he was intrigued. He leaned in even closer. “What reason would that be?”
“To let go,” she said. “To let me tell them what to do, to give in.” She tilted her head, and he followed the movement. “I don’t tame brats. I’m only interested in people who are willing to give in.” She laughed through her nose, raising an eyebrow at him. “I’ve seen you with Lucio, you definitely seem like more of a brat.”
“That’s…” Not entirely wrong, he thought, but the slow and sure way she spoke was starting to do things to him, and he subconsciously rubbed his legs together. “That’s for Lulu. It’s what he wants.”
“Oh?” Her warm brown eyes flickered to his legs then back to his face. “Well, then, Blue. What do you want?”
His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, and he couldn’t quite wrap it around words to respond. Luckily, or unluckily, he wasn’t sure, there was a knock at the salon door, drawing her attention away.
“Cami?” A voice called softly, and she turned.
“Come in, Lee.”
The door opened, and another familiar person stepped inside, closing it behind them. They had incredibly long black hair that swayed in some invisible breeze as they walked over, but Blue’s eyes locked onto their body. They were tall too, and again, wearing their own pair of heels much like the woman—Cami. Their chest was bare, and very well-toned, littered with scars of all size and shape and age, and they were wearing a black garter belt with sheer black stockings, emphasizing their long legs. Blue may have been drooling a little.
They slowly made their way towards the chaise, taking Cami’s hand as she held it out to them, settling on the floor by her legs, resting their head against her knee.
“Who’s here,” they asked, and Blue startled a little, watching the way their eyes didn’t move, realizing they couldn’t see him.
Cami’s hand came to rest on the back of their head, and Blue watched her stroke their hair like they were a cat. “Leon, this is Blue. Lucio’s… friend.”
Friend was an interesting way to put it, but Leon seemed to understand what she meant, a sly smile on their face.
“Oh? How curious. Are you lost, little bird?”
Blue felt warm—even though they weren’t looking at him, they couldn’t see him, he still felt an intensity radiating off of them, like he was under a magnifying glass. But then when they repeated the same pet name Cami had used a moment prior, it made something click. He looked between the two of them, and tried to imagine them with a bit more clothes on, perhaps in the daylight, and…
“Ah!” He sat up straight, pointing at them. “I knew it! You’re both in that band Lu likes and has around all the time.”
Cami laughed. “He likes Jamil, we’re just his entourage. But yes.”
Blue blushed, yes, now he remembered. He would have easily recognized Jamil, Lucio’s favorite, a gorgeous man who the former Count often pulled into his bedroom. Blue had spent a lot of time staring at him. But he did also recognize the other members, and he now wondered why on earth he’d never looked more closely.
“Camia.” He tested her name on his tongue, and she gave him a small smile.
“Blue,” she replied, voice teasing. “I was asking you a question before Lee arrived, wasn’t I?”
He nodded, feeling a pull to answer her. “Yes, um… you asked what I want.”
“And?”
“I…” He squirmed, countless ideas and options springing to mind, none of them feeling quite right to ask for. She only waited, a patient smile on her face, still petting Leon, whose eyes were closed. Blue swallowed, his voice shaking slightly. “I want you to tell me what to do. Please.”
“Please,” she echoed, a spark in her eyes. It shot a bolt of warmth through his body. “We’re off to a good start.” She gestured to a small chest that sat next to the chaise. “Pick out what you want me to use on you.”
His fingers shook as he slid off of the chaise, kneeling next to the chest. Gods, he was wet already, and he wondered if she knew. When he opened the chest, he let out a little gasp. Toys of all kinds laid waiting, overwhelming him. He wanted them all. He looked up at Camia, his voice soft. “I can’t decide.”
Leon exhaled through their nose, eyes open again, looking in Blue’s direction. “I could pick for you.”
Camia shook her head. “No, he has to do it.” Then she paused, tugging lightly at Leon’s hair. “But you can offer to be an option, if you’d like.”
An… option?
Leon’s face lit up deviously, and they laughed, the sound causing Blue’s stomach to twist in arousal. “Ooh, I can? Then I will.” They reached out until they found Blue, and their hand trailed down his arm, touch light but electric. “Count me as part of the box, little bird.”
“O-oh.” Blue leaned into their touch. None of this was technically new to him, but here, with both of them, he felt ungrounded, weightless. It wasn’t a bad thing. Leon’s hand landed on his thigh, warm, their thumb stroking his skin. He knew what he wanted.
Time had passed, surely, but Blue had no idea how much or how little. All he knew, all he could focus on, was Camia’s voice as he laid with his back on her chest, his wrists bound against his chest in leather cuffs, a ball gag in his mouth, and Leon between his legs, fucking him relentlessly.
The two of them were talking as if they were having lunch together, or tea, instead of turning Blue into a pile of horny, sweaty mush. He couldn’t even focus on what they were saying to each other, feeling Camia’s voice rumble against his skin, her fingertips occasionally grazing his nipples or playing with his hair. Every once in a while, her voice would turn to him, and he’d fight through the fog to listen, to be good.
“Are you listening, Blue?”
He nodded sluggishly, even though he didn’t actually catch what she said.
She chuckled, her hand titling his chin back for him to look up at her. “I told you to stop moving your hips.”
He whined, long and low. Leon had stopped moving as fast as he liked and he needed more, but he couldn’t say all of that, couldn’t explain himself.
“I don’t care, sweetheart,” she said, as if she read his mind. “Lee is listening to me, remember. You’re not allowed to come just yet.”
Another whine, and her hand in his hair tightened. He moaned, back arching. Leon chuckled, their hand on Blue’s calf, holding his leg up on their shoulder.
“We might need to wait a little longer, Cami. He still feels close.”
“If you think so,” she said, and Blue almost sobbed. He wanted more, he wanted to come. Her hand stroked his cheek, and though her touch was gentle, it burned through him. “You’re doing so well, Blue. I know you can do this for yourself.”
He wanted to. He wanted to do whatever she said. But fuck, was it hard. He had been brought to the edge more times than he could count, and his pussy was throbbing in want, no, need. At this point he needed to come.
“If you can last until Leon comes, I’ll take the gag out. Then we can discuss when you might be able to come.”
That could work. Maybe. Blue glanced down at Leon, who stood still, fingers tapping leisurely against his leg. They hadn’t come yet, but they must be close like he was. They had to be. His pussy pulsed around them, and he watched their eyes flicker. There.
Looking back at Camia, he nodded. She gave him a pleased smile and let go of his chin. “Alright, Lee. Go on.”
Leon rocked forward again, picking up the pace as they continued to fuck Blue. He moaned against the gag, but tried hard to focus on stimulating them, doing what he did best. It always worked on Lucio, and it seemed like it was working on them too.
“You… you’re so awful, little bird,” they said through grit teeth. “I can feel what you’re trying to do.”
“Let him,” Camia said. “Keep going.”
They listened, but their breathing was becoming labored, fingers gripping his calf and his hip tightly. He was thrilled; it was working. He was going to make them come and then he could take off the gag and beg and plead with Camia to let him come. It was perfect.
Then he felt Camia’s hand snake over his chest, down his stomach, her finger starting to rub his clit, and he screamed. That was it, the last thing his body could take, and he came hard, tears running down his cheeks as Leon leaned into him and came, a low groan falling from their lips.
No, no, no, that wasn’t fair, that couldn’t count! He looked back at Camia, panicked. Her face was calculated, and she kept rubbing his oversensitive clit.
“What did I say, Blue?”
No. He whimpered. Leon pulled out of him and he felt their cum drip out of his pussy, a feeling he would have normally been elated by if he hadn’t also come.
“Sit here, Lee.” Camia pat the cushion next to her, and Leon sat down with a heavy sigh, leaning their head on her shoulder. Their dick glistened in their lap, covered in Blue’s cum, and he drooled behind the gag, whining. Camia’s hand went behind his head, and he felt the gag loosen and be pulled from his mouth. Immediately he sucked in a breath and started to beg.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please…”
Camia shook her head, and then he was flipped around in her lap, ass up, leaning onto Leon. “You didn’t listen,” she said. “A brat, just like I thought.”
“No, no, I’m not—”
Her hand slapping his ass caused him to yelp, tears slipping down his face.
“You’ll take your punishment now, and you won’t come again unless I tell you to.”
Blue sobbed, nodding. “Yes, I will. I’m sorry.”
Her hand traced his spine, sending a shiver through his body. “But you are so pretty like this. I see why Lucio keeps you fucked out. The noises you make.”
“He felt so good, too,” Leon added, their hand threading through his hair.
“Mm, I could tell.”
Their praises made Blue feel weak, his legs already trembling, and he pushed back into Camia’s touch. She laughed through her nose, digging her nails into his ass.
“While I deal out your punishment, Blue, we need to put something back in that pretty mouth of yours. I’m feeling generous, so you can pick. The gag, or Leon?”
He looked at Lee, a curious expression on their face, waiting for his decision. At least this decision was easy. He wanted to taste them and his cum together. He leaned forward, as much as he could, mouth hanging open.
“Lee,” he whined. “Please, please…”
He could hear the smile in Camia’s voice as Leon’s fingers tightened in his hair. “Good choice.”
Leon pulled Blue onto their dick, and he eagerly took it deep into his throat, eyes rolling back into his head as he sucked them off. Their fingers stayed in his hair, tangling it, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. When he felt a sharp smack on his ass, he gasped, choking around their dick, but couldn’t move.
“I’ll count for you,” Camia said, her voice still just as intoxicating, still just as commanding. “Since you’re a little preoccupied. Let’s see… Leon, you pick a number.”
Any number was going to be tortuously high, so Blue didn’t even register what they picked, squirming in their lap. They must have picked a satisfying number for Camia, as she immediately started to count off, hitting Blue’s ass with a leather crop. She held his legs down on the chaise, even as he writhed harder with every hit, and Leon’s grip kept them firmly on their dick.
He was crying, from both pleasure and pain, and when Leon came down his throat, he felt weightless—tears, sweat, spit, and cum dripping from his face into their lap. It was gloriously messy, it was everything. He could feel himself getting close to another orgasm, but he fought it, focusing instead on the way his jaw ached, his ass stung.
“Last one, Blue,” Camia murmured, and he garbled something incoherent in response.
The last hit echoed around the room, and he was lifted off of Leon’s dick, coughing and sobbing, trying to find words to say but failing. He was turned around until he was lying in Camia’s lap instead, looking up at her pitifully.
“Shh, little bird.” She wiped his cheek, a soft smile on her face. “You did a great job.”
He nuzzled into her touch, bottom lip wobbling. “P-please, Camia, please…”
Still smiling, she started to fuck him on her fingers, her thumb circling his clit. He wailed, stomach tensing, waiting for her to let him go, to let him come. She tortured him for a minute, or two, or ten, he couldn’t tell, before finally, finally, leaning close to whisper, “you can come.”
His entire body shook as he came, a guttural cry escaping his chest. He thought he must have even passed out, as the next thing he registered was the leather cuff being taken off his wrists, and Camia stroking his hair again.
“Rest for a while, Blue,” she said, and he blinked up at her blearily. “I’ll be right here.”
He exhaled out a soft, “thank you,” before his eyes slid shut in exhausted bliss.
The prompts for Day 7 are Overstimulation, Toys, and Praise.
Use as many or as little of the prompts as you'd like, and feel free to mix and match from other days! We hope you've enjoyed the event this week and loved seeing all of the contributions.
How did Asra look so innocent, so beautiful and pure on the outside? Because he was the biggest tease his lovers had ever met.
A cool, mischievous smile graced his lips as he brought his lovers to tears as he brought them so close to orgasm, only to pull away at the last second. Even when one tried to stay silent, hoping to trick him into thinking they weren't as close as they were, he knew their bodies so well he didn't need their sounds. He always knew.
His magic held them down, keeping limbs from helping themselves along or trying to touch him as a way of bribing him from teasing them. No, Asra would do this until he felt they deserved to cum. Plus, he knew it was worth it in the end, knew the delayed gratification would make the final orgasm feel so much more powerful.
His fingers sank into Ramona's soaked cunt, teasing that little spot inside that drove her wild. Her pussy consistently drooled arousal, soaking her pussy, down her ass, and into the sheets below her. When her body clenched too long around his fingers, Asra pulled out and used that same arousal-covered hand to curl around Ilya's hard cock and stroke him languidly.
Asra took his time, switching back and forth. They both were begging so beautifully, tears running down their cheeks. Asra never considered himself sadistic, but he supposed to an outsider, it would look a bit cruel. To him, however, they looked so beautiful. The arch of their backs, the way his name fell from their lips, the excessive amount of arousal flowing from their bodies. Asra saw the beauty in all of it.
Asra let go of Ilya once more and just watched them writhe in the sheets, not touching either of them. They <i>have</i> been so good tonight. He supposed he could give them what they wanted, now.
Asra slipped one hand into Ramona, the other around Ilya. He worked them at the same time, recieving harmonic cries of ecstasy from them both. He didn't stop until they were both crying his name as Ramona clenched around him and Ilya was spilling his release all over Asra's fist and his own stomach.
Asra let go and watched them pant and moan. He watched as they caught their breath and cooled off. He gave them a minute to rest.
Then, Asra had his fingers in and on them again, ready to start it all over again.
You know what I'm reblogging this for @midsummer-masquerade because it fits the Substance Use prompt from day 2 👀 Maybe the Apprentice is already there, and Asra is watching them as they kneel between his thighs...
Pairing: Muriel x Kipling (Apprentice)
Prompts: Outdoors, Clothed, Voyeurism (flashbacks)
CW: Somnophilia/Dormaphilia (full consent by all parties)
Title: Whenever, Wherever by Shakira
~ 1.7k words
Muriel and Kipling come to the Midsummer Masquerade as friends, but maybe that changes a little after tonight…
Muriel decided to join his two closest friends, Asra and Kipling at this year’s Midsummer Masquerade. He was a little overwhelmed by the idea of crowds, but his friends had assured him that they had set up a quiet zone where he could retire if he ever got too overstimulated.
Muriel entered the small fountain clearing wearing a pair of dark leather chaps under a long woolen cape. He pulled off his mask once he spotted Kipling, who had spread a picnic blanket on the grass by the fountain.
“Hungry?” Kip asked.
“Very,” Muriel said, thankful there was enough room in his pants for him to take a seat near Kip. She pulled out some sandwiches that she had packed to last them through the night. Muriel accepted his share and inquired after Asra. Kip caught him up on the magician’s agenda so far. Then Muriel shyly asked Kip what she had gotten up to.
As Kipling recalled her evening escapades, part of Muriel’s attention became distracted by the irony that he knew definitively more about Kip’s sexual preferences than the people she had spent time with at the party. And that was simply due to the amount of times Muriel had accidentally walked in on her and Asra in the act.
Come to think of it, Muriel knew an awful lot about what Kip liked even though the two of them had never so much as kissed.
“So then they apologized because I came before we even made it off the dance floor. I told them it was fine. I actually like–”
“To cum in your clothes.” Muriel bit his tongue as soon as he said it. He didn’t mean to let that slip.
But Kip just laughed. “Don’t look so freaked out, Muri. You’re not wrong. I mean, you’ve walked in on me and Asra enough times to know that.”
Kip chuckled through another bite of her sandwich.
“Sorry about that by the way.” She apologized with a shy glance his way. “We should have been more considerate of the times you were staying with us.”
Muriel shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I mean…” How was he supposed to describe how beautiful he found Kipling when she was in the heat of being fucked by her lover?
“It doesn’t bother me,” he said finally, shoving the last of his sandwich in his unsteady mouth.
Muriel thought that was the end of it when Kip’s hand suddenly slid over his thigh.
“What else about me have you picked up on? I’m… curious.” Kip’s eyes were downcast as she wondered aloud. Somehow that made it easier for Muriel to confess.
“I know that you like the taste of your own cum. You hate to be edged, but you like being blindfolded and bound. I know you like to fuck to the sound of music playing. Live music, preferably.”
“Muriel.” His name on her lips almost sounded like a moan. “You’re making me blush.”
“Sorry. I’ll… I’ll shut up now.”
“Please don’t. Keep going.” She lay down next to him and stretched out. Then she shifted her hips so that they were stacked and facing Muriel. “What else have you noticed?”
Muriel wanted to stretch out beside her. To take her face into his hand and kiss her deeply. But he stayed where he was and kept his gaze fixed on the fountain.
“I think I know where your favorite place to be is when you and Asra are… you know.”
“Say it, Muri.”
He could feel the heat radiating off of her. Kip was always so good at communicating exactly what she wanted without saying much.
“When… you’re fucking.” Muriel whispered, not sure if Kip had heard.
After a beat, she asked, “And where is that?”
Muriel dared a look. “In a garden. Like this one.”
Kip held his gaze. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He pushed the picnic basket aside so he could stretch out beside Kipling. He found her leg and dragged it over his hip, the knot of heat in his lower belly growing tighter when he saw the quiet satisfaction on her face.
Kipling moved a lock of dark hair out of his eyes. It was a familiar touch, reminding him that this was the same Kipling who he had always felt at ease with. He could tell her anything.
So he did.
“I’m sorry I never offered to fuck you on one of our picnics.”
Kip’s eyelashes might have fluttered at his expletives or it might have been the wind.
She said, “That wasn’t something I thought to expect out of you. Should I have?”
“Yes.” But he didn’t wish it any other way. He was with her now. She was willing to be with him that way. And he had no fear that their friendship would change for it.
Muriel pulled Kip in by the waist until her laced crotch was kissing his leathery bulge. He noticed how Kip’s eyes went out of focus for a second
“Muri, you’re making me wet.”
“Talk dirty to me, please, Kip.” Muriel kissed the corner of her mouth while hiking her leg higher over his hip and giving her a reason to grind on him. The gardener braced her hands to his chest and worked herself against his stony cock.
While Kip humped him dry, she said, “I’d let you fuck me in the flowers as often as you want. You can fuck me hard or soft, I don’t care.
“Hard,” Muriel panted. “I want to fuck you so hard, Kip. Until your legs can’t hold you up anymore. Until you can’t stay awake. Then I want to cum in you while you sleep.”
“Could you… stay inside of me afterwards? When I wake up, I want you right there.”
“Fuck yes – I mean, of course.”
Muriel’s cock was free now. He wrenched and tore at what he had to get his dick past Kip’s lacey underthings. He took his time kissing her while he entered. Gods, she was nice and soaked down there. Warm too.
And now Kip was working her muscles in all the right places, milking the cum out of him even though it was too early.
“Shit.” Muriel swore huskily. “Holy shit that feels so good, Kip.”
“You deserve it, Muriel,” Kip sighed against his chest. She anchored her nails into his chest hair so she could grind and fuck him with everything she had.
What about what she deserved? He wanted to give her that too. Like he promised. With a grunt Muriel rolled until he was on top of the gardener. He felt her relax for him, her pussy preparing for the pounding it was about to take.
“Give it to me, Muri. Please.”
Exactly what he needed to hear. His hands found the gardener’s neck while he began rutting into her. He didn’t grip her hard enough to bruise or choke her – only to make sure she didn’t slide backwards from the force of his hips. Kip shut her eyes and held her breath when she realized what “hard” meant for Muriel.
He fucking hammered her.
“You okay, Kip?” Muriel slowed down so she could catch her breath. He let up on her neck so she could swallow.
“I’m good.” she nodded and took a deep breath. Muriel leaned down so he could kiss her. “I’m not done,” he whispered, praying to the gods that she hadn’t had enough. But this was her way out, if she needed one.
“I meant what I said earlier,” Kip said in between savory kisses. “As hard as you want. Use your cock to put me to sleep and wake me up with it. I’m serious.”
Muriel moaned into her mouth, his cock harder than ever. He gave her as much tenderness now as he could. He pulled out of her only to flip her over onto her stomach. Kip laughed and stretched and coiled like a tiger, plainly excited by this new position.
“Do you want me on my knees or lying on my stomach?” she asked, the anticipation in her voice making Muriel blush despite everything that had led up to this moment.
As for her question, he wanted her ass-up, face down to be specific, but he didn’t want to say it like that.
“Show me, Muri,” Kip said, once again reading past his awkwardness and inviting an alternative way to communicate.
“Um. Like this,” Muri said, gently feeding his fingers into the seam of Kip’s hip flexors and drawing her back and up. At the same time he leaned forward until his face was buried at the nape of her neck. Kip pressed a little moan into the picnic blanket as Muriel used his face to guide her downward.
“I’m going to cum so much for you, Muri,” Kip mewled blissfully into the quilted fabric.
Sitting up now and pumping his cock a bit, Muriel spoke with the quietest of confidence.
“I know that.”
The gardener gasped when Muriel pressed his girth into her all at once. He gripped firmly on her ass until he reached the hilt. He waited until Kip relaxed around him before going to work.
“Hn-hn-ngh! Shit. Uh-Huh-Mmph!” Muriel couldn’t quiet his grunts. They only got louder the harder he thrust into Kip’s tight, warm pussy.
The gardener’s mouth lolled open in a silent scream as she fisted the quilts. The sounds of Muriel hard-fucking in and out of her own body made her bite down on the fabric and nearly tear a hole.
“Fuck it. I’m cumming right now.”
Kip doubted Muriel heard her weak mewling over his fiery grunts and passionate rutting and ramming. He was lost in the fantasy that he had been carrying all this time. Finally he got to screw the daylights out of Kipling.
The man was covered in grassy sweat when he finally came. Kip had collapsed under him, so Muriel had to pull her onto her side and grind the last bit of cum out that way.
Their collective wish had worked out perfectly. Kip dozed off in the little spoon position, her pussy still full of Muriel’s and her own cum, but also Muri’s softening dick. Muriel was dizzy with gratitude and leftover lust for the way the inside of Kip’s pussy clung to him even when she was knocked out.
“Thank you, Kip,” Muriel whispered into the crown of her hair as he dozed off inside his very good friend.
Pairing: Valerius x Kipling (Apprentice)
Prompt: Wax Play 🕯️🕯️🕯️
CW: None
Title: Fourth Strike by Terror Jr
~ 1.6k words
It was not often that Kipling Bronne got to admire the effects of her botanical magic in such extravagance. On the evening of the Midsummer Masquerade she has been invited to enhance the collective experience with horticultural installations that indicate the degree and nature of pleasure taking place. She’s enjoying the ambience, traversing the hallways and courtyards when a particular party guest catches her by surprise…
Kipling tugged her sorbet magenta robe tighter about her waist. It had been a gift from Asra, who was around here… somewhere.
The gardener knew she should have walked past the small room glowing with candles the moment she saw who was laying up in it.
Consul Valerius. Val to some. Valerius Cheol Yoon. But Kip wasn’t supposed to know that. The knowledge came from a golden hour of drunkenness on Valerius’ behalf and sheer brazenness on Kip’s end, which she had managed to disguise as innocent curiosity.
She had to stop staring at his undone robe and kill the memory of the time he let her braid dark hollyhocks into his ombre waves.
“Bronne?”
Damn it. She had hesitated too long.
“I know you see me. Close the door.”
Kip smiled cheerlessly. “Sure, Consul.”
She began to push the door shut when she heard a crash. Cursing came from the other side as a large sleeve suddenly wedged between the door and the hinge.
“Come inside, I mean. Honestly!”
Kip’s protests went ignored as the courtier wheeled her inside the little room lit with only the glow of a thousand candles.
“I don’t like fire,” Kip said, averting her eyes from the way Valerius’ hair spilled over his collarbone. His own robe wasn’t staying on no matter how many times he absently adjusted it.
“Then let me advise you: don’t catch it.” He wasn’t looking her in the eye as he hardly ever did, but assessing her form instead. The unwelcomed feeling of her nipples growing stiff under the scrutiny of Val’s gaze made Kip lock her jaw and contemplate setting fire to his robe.
“Come here.”
He took her by the wrist and guided her a short distance to a curtain. The Consul wrenched it aside more to make room for Kipling.
Valerius was not so many things to Kip. A yoga partner at times. Mostly someone he looked down his nose at whenever she came to court. She found him beautiful, to be sure. And he would play nice if you caught him at the right hour, or if you bullied him enough. But she found the Consul needy. Much like a plant that was always thirsty or wont to spore incessantly if not pruned frequently enough.
“I’ve noticed your little touch around the grounds,” Val said as he made her sit on the alcove bench and poured wine into a glass from a bottle he had on hand.
He was speaking of the botanicals that shifted color all over the grounds. The Countess had hired Kipling to install magical indicators that informed guests on the nature of pleasuring in the vicinity. Certain colors coordinated with certain kinks and whatnot. It was a spell she hadn’t quite perfected.
“It isn’t bad. Not your best work, but not bad.”
Kip watched him drink, ever aware of the warmth of the candles and their close proximity to them.
“If you wanted to share a drink with me so bad, why didn’t you find me in one of the courtyards?”
“Bugs.” Valerius shrugged his shoulder out of a sleeve so Kip could see the inflamed area. “There’s more. In embarrassing places. It’s ruining my whole goddamn night.”
It clicked now. Why Valerius was moping in this hot, tiny room, too self conscious about his dilemma to let anyone else come near him.
“I can’t help you with that,” Kip said, not at all put off by the angry rash. “But maybe I can help take your mind off of it.”
Valerius’ mood immediately turned suspicious. Kip leaned past him, not taking care to keep her nipples from brushing the top of his thigh. She came back with a candle, and held it up between the two of them.
“It’ll only be hot for a moment.”
Kip met Valerius’ gaze, suddenly aware of how flushed he was. It made her wonder how long he had been hiding in here, scratching or rather, trying not to scratch, in this stuffy room.
“The wax might even take some sting out of those bites.”
Valerius blew out the candle. Kip blinked in the wake of his breath – a small sword of coolness bathed in fermented drink. The Consul took a sip from his glass to brace himself before relaxing into the groove of the bench.
“Go on, Bronne.”
Kip was careful with the wax as she used her knees to position herself over Val’s hips. Wordlessly, the gardener eased over what was very obviously a swelling cock. Valerius pinched his eyes briefly from the friction. Sweet discomfort, he called it when Kip apologized.
She started high, letting the wax drip down the center of his chest where the skin remained unbroken.
“Untie your robe,” Valerius commanded through the grit of his teeth.
“Put down your wine and untie it yourself.” Kipling quietly shot back, her attention on the next spot where she intended to pour more wax once the first spill cooled off. “I’m busy, Consul.”
There was grunting and some awkward shifting as Valerius found a level surface for his glass before working at the knot Kip had tied at her middle.
“God, you’re flushed,” she whispered against the courtier’s hairline now that he was close. “You could have passed out in here.” When people did stupid things at the cost of their own health… Kip wasn’t sure why it pulled her in.
Valerius couldn’t get the knot undone. He was too distracted by the way Kip was studying him, a freshly lit candle clasped in her hand so she could measure the redness in his skin and the sweat clinging to his temples. She kissed him then, dripping new wax over the army of bites on his shoulder as she did so. His skin stung as his tongue briefly tasted Kip’s interest and what he understood to be very, very controlled excitement.
Hard as glass now, Valerius abandoned the knot and coasted his hands over Kip’s pierced nipples. The fabric of her robe was thin enough that he felt her stiffen even more for him.
“Damn your dick,” Kipling swore.
“I have a mouth, you know,” Valerius said in spite of himself. He did not like to offer anything if he could help it. But damn him indeed. What was he supposed to do when Kipling had stayed and tried to help him in his sorry state? When she could be walking her lips up and down someone else’s neck and bringing shy moans to the surface in some other masquerader, but had chosen to stay and reopen that door of unspoken and sporadic intimacy between them. Why shouldn’t he offer to do something nice for her?
Valerius was lying on his back now, his robe barely clinging on. The knot on Kip’s silky covering was still stubbornly tied, but her sleeves had pooled into her elbows and her hem was hiked as high as it would go. Her jaw had gone slack for Valerius as she spilled wax onto his nipples now, blowing them dry between languid sucks where his tummy went soft.
“Are you still itchy, Consul Cheol?”
“Yes,” Val answered dryly. “Still itchy and hot and sweaty… and.”
His liquid gold eyes had turned fiery as he looked down his stomach at Kip’s coy expression.
“What did you just call me?”
“By your name. Don’t worry, I’m not Fae. Just a gardener.”
Valerius bit his lip as he flipped Kipling over into a position of surrender. Now her back was on the bench and he was panting from the effort.
“Unbelievable. I don’t remember giving you my name.” The one from his mother’s side. The one she had brought from a wartorn world long ago when she came to the shores of Vesuvia by ship.
Vaguely he remembered a time when Kip’s fingers combed out and rebraided his hair, weaving hollyhock in it as she went. The hour was twilight. They might have been lounging in a vineyard. He’d been drunk. It was the only way it could have happened.
Kipling’s smirk ebbed. “I haven’t told anyone–”
“Hush.” He kissed her. “Hush, you.”
She misunderstood his fluster. He was pleased. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the way the gardener caught him off guard. Maybe it was the tenderness that always came on the back end of her teasing.
Valerius fumbled for a new candle while he whispered dirty promises into her ear. She unraveled just a little more, that controlled excitement coming more loose. Val knew she was already wet between the legs. He still wanted to quiet her down there. So she would have something to think about the next time she tried to walk by him without looking his way. So if – no, when – the two of them made eye contact again, she would know and he would know.
Kip was panting under Valerius. Because of the tight heat and the places where his body was sticking to hers. And because she didn’t like fire, but was made to look at her least favorite member at court holding a burning candle so close to her skin.
“Say my name again, Bronne. It’s fine,” Valerius said, collecting himself. He tucked most of his hair over one shoulder and the fly-aways behind his exposed ear.
He tested the wax on the back of his hand first, making his intention clear.
“But when you do, mean it. Don’t tease me.”
A hot curse fell from his lips as Kipling slid a hand under his sack. She sat upright, cupping him more confidently. Her answer was in the not-so-gentle way she anchored her other hand in his hair as she kissed him soundly. Another sweet discomfort amidst the stinging and itchy places.
“Say my name,” Val repeated in the break of a kiss. Damn him, he was begging.
He was met with hooded brown eyes and that tightly wound excitement.
Then, promising nothing, Kipling blew out his candle.
It was simple. One person counted to 100, while the others ran and hid. The first to be found joined the hunter to help them find the others. The last to be found was the winner and got a prize.
There were three rules:
1. No magic - for hiding and seeking.
2. No closed doors. Only open, public rooms.
3. No leaving palace grounds.
Nadia and Muriel had joined them for the game. Portia skipped out because she straight up didn't want to see her brother in such little clothing. Instead, she decided to grab a meal in the buffet room.
Ramona eyed Muriel from the corner of her eye. He was practically a pro at disappearing. And Nadia knew the palace better than anyone. She supposed it was a good thing Portia skipped out. SHE would have been the champion, having known the palace better than anyone, including secret passages and several portals.
Nadia was the seeker. She wished them luck, then closed her eyes and started counting. The hiders scattered.
Ramona first thought of the hedge maze. Was it too obvious? No, there were a lot of colorful rooms in the palace, full of people. It would be more obvious to hide there. The hedge maze might just be checked last.
Ramona ran into the hedge maze and searched every twist and turn for a good hiding spot. There! A gazebo covered in tastefully overgrown vines. Ramona crawled in and blinked. Muriel was already hiding in there.
"I found it first." He said in his deep voice.
"How did you get here so fast? I bee-lined it to here." Ramona whispered, in case any seekers were already about.
"'M faster." Muriel answered simply. There was a rustling nearby. Footsteps. Someone was coming. Ramona and Muriel froze. He reached a hand towards her and pulled her fully into the hiding place.
While Muriel held his breath, listening for the sound, Ramona became distracted. Muriel was the ultimate dream. An absolute beefcake with a gentle heart. If only his social anxiety didn't keep him from the general public. He was so big. And warm. Big hands held her against his body and covered her mouth to keep her quiet. He had much big, strong muscles, yet he held her so gently. And… something else big pressed up beneath her.
God he was big…
She began squirming and the grip on her hip tightened a fraction of a bit. They heard the footsteps pass - sounded like a random guest and their date, not the friends looking for them. The two hiders exhaled and relaxed slightly.
It was then that Muriel noticed he was holding her so closely and tensed. He released her, a blush spreading across his face. He cleared his throat. Before he could say anything, they heard the party guests that passed. They seemed to have settled in a nearby corner of the maze and were now going at it like rabbits.
The two hiders blushed. Wet slaps and moaning filtered through the plants. Ramona squeezed her thighs together. Muriel adjusted his leg to block her view of the erection he was sporting.
"I- I can help." Ramona whispered, her eyes darting to the place he'd just covered. "You know, just so it's not bothering you."
Muriel almost denied her help, but the exhibitionist guests let out a particularly raunchy moan that hit them both right in their groin. He bashfully nodded and Ramona crawled closer.
They didn't bother with teasing. This was pure desperation. A quicky to relieve the tension. Ramona untied his pants just enough to free his cock.
God, he was big… ♡
Ramona slipped the tiny thong she'd been wearing from her hips and sat in his lap. She was so wet, even his large size slipped in no problem. She bounced desperately in his lap, impaling herself on his cock. She bit her lip at the feeling of him filling her so well. His warmth, his size… It was all so perfect.
They struggled to keep their sounds quiet, seeing as they were supposed to be hiding, but they managed to stay relatively quiet compared to the other couple.
She clenched around him, so close already. He wasn't too far behind. Muriel came first, softly grunting from the intense feeling of his orgasm. She buried her face in his neck and came right after.
They clung to each other, catching their breath.
"Awww, I didn't know you two got along so well." They froze. Asra was there at the entrance to the gazebo. He wasn't mad, just admiring the beauty of two important people in his life together, fucking in a gazebo. Regardless, they blushed further, seperating with a squelch.
"Just a warning, Ilya was found and they're making their way out here soon. I'd scatter if I were you." Asra said before running off. Ramona snatched the thong she'd discarded and slipped it back on before running out of the gazebo.
Ramona was second to last to be found, and tried to bribe Julian to not tag her by showing him her breasts when he found her. Julian was swayed, but Asra was not, reminding her he could see them at home, anyway. Muriel was crowned the victor of their game.
For Day 4 of @midsummer-masquerade
In which, this time around Leon finds himself a willing participant in one of Portia’s fantasies, stalking her through the palace gardens at night.
Prompts Used: Magic, Shibari
CW: Primal Play, Roleplaying, CNC (obvious and very playful but still present), Oral Sex, Squirting
Title: Closer by Nine Inch Nails
2.6k words
Humming to himself, Leon stalked through the overgrown maze of the palace gardens, far off the path the rest of the guests of the masquerade were likely to venture. He had to be careful of his footing to keep from getting tangled in roots and vines, but he couldn’t afford to take his time too much.
He was hot on the trail of his prey, after all.
Before the masquerade even began, Camia warned him this might happen, and he was thrilled she had been right. Nadia’s darling handmaiden—Portia, he reminded himself—had a penchant for dramatic scenes, and as she had approached Camia in the past, his friend assumed it was only a matter of time before her sights turned to Lee.
The mischief in her voice identified her to him before she could even give her name, as she approached him in an empty hallway, having just left a room full of partygoers.
“I have a proposition for you,” she said, and he felt her twirl a strand of his hair around her finger.
“A proposition, from Portia herself,” he answered, and she bit back a delighted squeal.
“Oh, mysterious stranger, how could you possibly know my name?”
He laughed, reaching out for her to guide his hands to her hips, which she did eagerly. “Your reputation proceeds you, darling, within these walls and even beyond.” He pulled her closer to him, until he could feel her breath warm against his chest. “I’d bet the gardens even whisper your name on the wind.”
She giggled but then composed herself, clearing her throat. “Ahem, well, would you like to hear my proposition, uh…”
“Leon,” he offered, though he suspected she already knew his name, playing along. “And, yes, I would.”
She stood on her tiptoes and pulled his head down to whisper her plans in his ear, as if anyone else was there to hear them. And he agreed, of course, after hearing what she wanted him to do, how could he not? Then she planted a kiss to his cheek before laughing and running away, leaving little more behind than the lingering hint of sweet pea flowers.
And even here, surrounded by the greenery, he could smell her—a fresh honeyed sweetness that was so glaringly out of place in this “mysterious, dark forest.” He assumed the perfume was chosen on purpose but supposed that was a question that could wait until after he captured her. For now, it served as a beacon, guiding him through the garden. Guiding him to the little bunny trying to make her escape.
Beyond the smell, he could hear her too, her hurried footsteps clumsy in the dark, twigs and leaves crackling, rustling, snapping under each step. He let her get enough distance between them that her noises faded away almost completely, before using his magic to propel him forward, narrowly evading tree trunks on his way. Then, he’d hear a shrill shriek of excitement and fear, and swipe, and miss, and off they went on the chase again.
Each time he caught up to her, he got closer and closer to succeeding. The last time he swiped and grazed her ankle. She almost tripped, and he almost broke character, but then she took off again, and he shook his head, laughing under his breath. Now, he decided to try something new.
Using his magic to fly upwards, through the trees, he emerged from the leaves into the cool evening air. Lifting his nose, he found her scent again and followed. He could hear her head on a swivel, looking in front of and behind her, but never up. And why should she? How could she expect a predator from above?
Feeling his robe and hair billowing in the air behind him, Leon imagined he even looked a bit the part of a fearsome bird of prey, and smiled to himself. His familiar, Fiasharya, would have something to say about that, he was sure.
His prey was slowing down, probably thinking she lost him. She stopped, and Leon counted to ten before diving back down through the branches to the forest floor, knocking her to the ground underneath his weight. She screamed, panting as he pressed in around her, wriggling against him. He could hear the way she stifled laughter in her breathing, but he kept his face serious, intimidating. They wrestled in the dead leaves and the dirt until he managed to pin her limbs together, trapping her face-down. He held her wrists above her head in one hand, sitting back on her legs. Then all she could do was yell, and yell she did.
“Let me go!”
He grinned; now it was really showtime. “No more running, bunny,” he said, voice rumbling in his chest. “It’s time to play.”
She protested, but he ignored her, leaning in to bury his face in her hair, and inhaled deeply. A shiver ran through her body, and he continued, squeezing her wrists.
“You thought you could out-run me, but all you did was make it easier for me to find you. Running through my forest so loudly, scaring all the other bunnies away.” His other hand trailed down her back, tugging at the lacing that kept her dress together. “It was almost… almost like you wanted me to find you, to catch you. Like you wanted this.”
“I-I don’t!” She squirmed as much as she was able to, her feet kicking out in vain. “Who would… who would want to be caught and-and eaten by you?”
Eaten, hm? He certainly could do that, but not quite yet. He relaxed even more over her, eclipsing her body with his and she let out a groan, breath shallow. He pulled her hair from her neck, ducking his head down to lick a stripe from her bare shoulder to her ear, tasting her sweat, and she squeaked. He spoke into her ear, voice pitching into a faux whine. “But you taste so good, bunny. And I’m oh-so-hungry, you know. I just can’t help myself.”
“W-well that’s too bad! You can’t eat me.”
“Oh, not like this, of course.” He snaked his arm under her chest, holding her neck to lift her head up just enough for her to look at his grip on her hands. “I’d have to tie you up properly, like a little lamb. I like to dress up my meals. Make them pretty before I…” His teeth grazed her earlobe, and she gasped. “…have my fill.”
She let a soft moan escape her lips. “Tie me up?”
“Mhm.”
“With… with what?” Her curiosity sounded genuine, and he smiled, leaning back to allow her to breathe fully again, but didn’t let go of her wrists yet.
“You’re awfully curious, little one. You want to know just how I plan to devour you? How interesting.” He could feel her body warm beneath him, perhaps from an adorable blush. “Well, I suppose I could indulge you.”
He rolled her onto her back, keeping her hands above her head, his legs keeping hers closed. “But first…” He dragged his hand down her chest, stopping on her stomach. “We need to get this out of the way.”
He let go of her hands and grabbed the front of her dress in both of his hands, and before she had time to try and scramble free, he ripped the dress open, completely down the middle. She let out an indignant gasp and started to push against his chest to claw out from under him, but he was faster, and ducked down to kiss her neck, pressing into her again.
He sunk his teeth into her skin, and she cried out, blunt nails digging into his shoulders. Licking over the mark he left, he moved further down, sucking even more marks onto her breasts, even as she fought against him, hand tangling in his hair to try and pull him back. He let her, at least a little, giving her a low growl as his head lifted back up.
“Be good. I’d hate to have to eat you too soon before we’ve had a chance to play.”
She wriggled under him, and he could hear the smirk on her lips as she replied, “why don’t you make me be good?”
He stifled a laugh but couldn’t completely bite back a grin. “Make you? What a cheeky little bunny you are.” He leaned close, their noses brushing. “I suppose I’ll have to, won’t I?”
She was practically vibrating with excitement, warmth radiating off of her. He could feel her prepare some kind of response, but he cut it off, kissing her instead. It was a rough kiss, and he massaged her breast in one hand while he did it, lapping up the sweet little moans she gave him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close, and he smiled against her lips.
Just as he felt her start to melt, the moans stretching out just so, he stopped, sitting back, straddling her, and started to tie her up in a magical thread that appeared from his chest. Normally, all it was used for was to tether him to his loved ones, even now, he could feel their souls thrum along their own lines, letting him know exactly where they were in relation to him. No one else could even see it, unless he showed them. But, in certain cases, he could also use it to restrain.
Casting his thread like this took a considerable amount of concentration, since it was hardly ever physical. But it was worth it, judging from the surprised squeak Portia made as he tied her arms and legs back and out of the way, leaving her unable to move save for arching her back, as she did immediately when she realized what happened.
“Wha—is this magic?” She sounded absolutely enamored, and he tugged at the threads, tightening them just slightly.
“It is. My own little trick for difficult bunnies like you.”
“Awesome,” she breathed out, and this time he couldn’t stop a laugh.
He placed his hands on her waist, pressing his fingers into her plush skin, and pulled her across the ground until her hips pressed against his. “Now you can just sit there and be good.”
“Are you… are you going to eat me now?” Her voice was equal parts nervous and excited, and he just grinned.
“Patience, bunny.”
She grumbled a little under her breath, but he ignored her, leaning back down to kiss her. As they kissed, he trailed his hand down her stomach, ending between her legs, and she gasped into his mouth as he started to tease her sex. She writhed against him, though with his restraints she couldn’t move much, and he took full advantage of that.
“Mm, I’ve got to… got to soften you up before I eat you,” he murmured, and she could only moan in response as his finger slid inside. She was already incredibly wet, and if he wasn’t careful, she’d likely come before he had the chance to savor her. Which was not what he wanted to happen, not after all the work he’d put in so far.
He went slow, torturously so. Kissing her neck, he could feel her pulse flutter under his lips, and her moans only grew louder and more desperate the longer he went. She stretched against his restraints, and he tightened them a little more, feeling them dig into her limbs. That sensation was a surprisingly erotic one for him, feeling her fight against his magic, and he grunted, forcing himself to keep focused, so the threads wouldn’t dissipate.
Again and again he worked his finger inside her, bringing her to an edge and backing off, as if he was still chasing her like before. Her moans slowly turned into pleas, begging him to let her come, to eat her and be done with it, please, please she was being so good.
He was finding it harder to concentrate the more she whined, his dick straining against his thong. Finally, he gave in, not sure he’d be able to keep the magic up for much longer, and shifted back until his face was between her thighs. He lifted her up by her hips to his mouth, and wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking the already over-sensitive bundle of nerves.
She screamed in pleasure, and fought even harder against his magic. He moaned into her sex, feeling lightheaded both from holding her back for so long and the intoxicating taste of her washing over his tongue as he ate. He was swimming in the smell of her perfume and her sweat, panting against her. The restraints loosened as he began to lose himself, and when her hands were suddenly free, pulling at his hair, he gasped.
Her nails dug into his scalp, his shoulders, as she pushed and pulled at him, seemingly torn between keeping him right where he was or forcing him away. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cried out, and he felt a shudder run through her body as she came.
What he wasn’t quite expecting was for her to come so forcefully, squirting into his mouth. The shock of it triggered his own orgasm, and he whined, still gripping onto her as she rode the waves, sex throbbing against him.
“O-oh wow,” she gasped out, and finally he let her go, all of his magic disappearing to free her. He sat back on his heels, catching his breath. He could feel her cum dripping down his chin, onto his chest, and smiled.
“How was that, bunny?”
She laughed breathlessly, and before he could brace himself, she launched onto him, knocking him into the dirt instead, peppering kisses over his face. He laughed with her, feeling warm. “Thank you, thank you,” she said between kisses, “that was incredible!”
“It was,” he agreed, wondering to himself how she still had so much energy after all of that. But it was cute, their roles reversed now with her on top of him.
“Ooh,” she giggled, and he felt her pluck something out of his hair. “We both look like we’ve been running through a forest for sure.”
Now that the scene was over and Leon could focus on other things, he was sure he’d been scratched a few times as he chased her, and he was sure his hair was a tangled mess. “Well, I’m sure you look just as good as before,” he said, a teasing lift to his voice.
She snorted, hitting his chest. “Flatterer.” Standing up, she reached down to help him to his feet, and he heard her gather her dress from the ground. “Jeez, you sure did a number on this.”
He blushed, shifting on his feet. “S-sorry. Got a little carried away, I think.”
“It’s fine, I kind of hoped you would,” she admitted, and he felt her hand slid in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You think you can show me more of that magic sometimes?”
He nodded. “I don’t think I could show you how to do it, though, I barely know myself.”
“Well, maybe we can learn together.” She started to pull him back through the trees, and he followed curiously. “Come on! Let’s get cleaned up, my house isn’t far.”
“Your house? We are still at the palace, aren’t we?”
She laughed brightly. “You magicians aren’t the only ones with secrets, you know?”
“That’s fair,” he replied, and let her lead him away. And if they stopped in the middle of cleaning up once or twice to try another idea Portia had, well, Leon was more than happy to oblige.
There wasn't much that magic couldn't do. Especially when it came to sex. Every time Asra insisted there was nothing more he could teach Ramona, he showed off yet another thing that she never could have imagined was possible.
On this night, curiosity caught her attention. Asra was known to magically switch up the situation in his pants. That is to say, he was able to change his genitals depending on how he was feeling. As she watched Asra tease Julian while the latter was all tied up, Ramona couldn't stop her question from coming forth.
"What does it feel like?"
"Being tied up? We've done this with you before, remember?"
"No, I mean… having a penis." Asra straightened up, pulling away from Julian, who whined at the loss of Asra's attention.
"Hmmm… not too different from a clit, just with more surface area. Why? Do you want to try?" Asra asked. Ramona blushed, looked away, then nodded. Asra smiled.
"Lay back." He instructed. She layed down, beside Julian, and waited nervously. Asra traced a few runes on her pubic bone. They glowed with a pink glow, then disappeared into her skin. There was a tingling sensation in her clit. It increased and Ramona noticed to began to grow. It increased in width and length until it was a full penis.
Ramona poked at it and squealed at the odd sensation.
"Now, let us show you exactly how you make us feel." Asra had released Julian from the ropes and now they turned their full attention on her.
Asra took her new cock in hand and began to stroke it. Ramona cried out, overwhelmed by the feeling. Asra was right. It was a similar feel to having her clit rubbed, but her brain scrambled at how much surface area that was being touched. It wasn't used to so many signals.
Asra helped bring her to full hardness, then he and Julian worked together, using their mouths, to make her feel good. Julian licked that spot she knew drove him wild and - ohhhh yeah… no wonder he liked it so much. His tongue on her hot flesh felt divine.
Julian was the first to take her into his throat. He hallowed his cheeks and bobbed his head as Ramona cried out. He did this a few times, getting her so close, then he pulled away. Asra then took over.
His approach was different. He licked up the underside, teasing the underside of the head. He then stood up and revealed he had transformed his own genitals to what Ramona suddenly recognized as a copy of her own pussy.
"I want you to know <i>exactly</i> what you do to us." Asra lined himself up and sank down on her penis.
Asra rode her, rolling his hips the way Ramona usually did, squeezed around her like she did. Ramona could only lay there, writing in pleasure.
"A-Asra!"
"You feel so good, sweetheart." Asra replied. He motioned Julian closer. Julian and Asra kissed, all tongue and lust.
"I- I'm gonna-"
"Not yet," Asra warned. He pulled off her cock and let her cool down a bit, before riding her again. Asra, the master of teasing and orgasm denial, kept this up, riding her cock til she was about to burst, then pulling off until she wasn't seconds from finishing.
<i>I'm sorry, my loves! I'll never do this to you again!</i> Ramona thought. Like a liar.
While Asra teased her, Julian switched his attention to her. He kissed her chest, her lips, before she begged to taste him.
He was careful with her - always - as he buried his cock into her mouth.
There was no more teasing. Each of them thrusted and bounced their way right into their own orgasms. Ramona went first, the unusual feeling of ejaculating into Asra just second to how good he felt around her. Julian was next, painting her face with his cum. Asra came last, moaning contentedly.
The magic dissipated, though Ramona hadn't noticed at first. She was too blissed out, still catching her breath. Asra kissed her and ran his fingers through her hair. Julian helped with cleaning up, wiping them all down with clean cloths.
"How are you feeling?" Asra asked Ramona.
"Good. Really good. We're definitely doing this again."
Something Special | 🍋 | Kassius x Bluebird x Lucio
For Day 3 of the @midsummer-masquerade
ft. @into-the-daniverse's OC Bluebird (he/they)
Kassius invites Bluebird to a private room during the events of the Midsummer Masquerade. Unbeknownst to Blue, Kass has sent an invitation to a certain Count Lucio as well, not telling either about his plans, but promising each that the event will be worth their while...
Title: Something Special
Song I'm Listening To on Repeat: Nothing I wrote this raw dogging it with my ears
Prompts used: Group sex, exhibition
Lemon: Very
CW: Exhibitionism, mild cuckholding, mention of transmasculine genetalia, mild consentual non-consent, jealousy
2.4k words
Kassius leaned back into a bed of silken sheets. He swore the guest suites in the palace had nicer bedding than the main rooms of Valerius's estate. Val would probably argue against it, but Kassius knew the luxury he was feeling. But then again, Kassius wasn't holed up in any old guest wing of the palace, he was in one of the private, off-limits, reserved for state diplomat suites. Certainly not the place where the bodyguard of one of the council members was supposed to be lounging during a sex party. But Kassius made it his business to know how to move about the palace freely, and there were certain benefits of knowing how to do just that but undetected.
There was a knock on the door to the suite and Kass pushed himself off the bed to answer. He opened the door, grinning down at the visitor. "You got my note."
"I got your note," they repeated, holding up said scrap of paper. Bluebird, one of Lucio's personal courtisans, always seemed to fit Kass into their schedule when he visited the palace. Which was often, considering he had to attend every council meeting alongside Valerius. Blue ended up being one of the better parts of the job.
"So you wanted a private meeting with me, hm?" Blue twirled a strand of their hair around their finger, looking up at him with the same amount of raw desire Kass could already start to feel stirring in his own cock.
"Something like that," Kass stepped aside, ushering them into the suite. He shut the door, clicking the lock into place before turning towards Blue again, leading them into the bedchamber. "I thought maybe we could have a little fun tonight."
Blue laughed, "We always have fun together."
"True, but tonight I have something special planned."
"Ooh, something special, hm?" Blue reached out, fingering one of the gold links in Kassius's top. "Is it something so salicious that you don't want Lucio seeing what you're going to do to me?"
Kass leaned down, nipping at their ear and relishing in the shiver that traveled down their spine. "The opposite, actually."
Blue pulled back enough to look up into Kass's eyes, curiosity and desire written in his expression.
"Do you trust me?"
"Absolutely not," Blue laughed again. He dragged his hand down the length of Kassius's torso, coming to rest at the man's hip. "But I'm horny enough not to question it right now."
"Good," Kassius sat on the edge of the bed, roughly tugging and positioning them between his thighs. "I wouldn't advise trusting me, either."
Kass dipped his head, pressing his lips to Blue's in an open-mouthed kiss. Blue opened to him immediately, moaning into him as his tongue swirled against theirs. He cupped a hand against Blue's chest, running his thumb over their nipple through the lace fabric of their lingerie.
"K-Kass…" Blue pulled back, already panting and whimpering under Kass's touch.
"Not yet, Songbird." Kass held up his free hand to Blue's lips, smirking when they didn't hesitate to take his fingers into their mouth. "I want you saving your song for the main event."
Blue's eyes fluttered closed. He happily sucked on Kass's fingers, humming every time Kass's thumb made another pass over his peaked nipple. Kass would have been content to taking his time just keep teasing the courtisan like this, but he knew he needed to get them worked up for their guest who would be arriving soon.
His hand moved south, two fingers slipping between their folds and eliciting a rather loud moan from their lips. He took his time, slowly stretching them until they were soaking wet and rocking themselves on his hand.
"Slow down, I don't want you coming just yet."
Blue pulled his mouth off of Kass's fingers, his lips making a loud popping noise as he did. "But Daddy…it just feels so good. Don't you think I deserve to come?"
"You do, Baby," he cooed. "But I need you to hold out for me a little longer."
"B-but when?"
"Hmm," Kass thought for a long moment, his fingers never stopping their assault in Blue's pussy. "How about…'when I say so?'"
"That's not fair," Blue laughed, the sound tapering off into an elongated groan as Kass's fingers curled into a particularly sensative spot.
"I told you I was bad news, Baby."
Blue would have rolled their eyes but the heat traveling throughout their body was too much to do anything but chase more more more of it. Kass stopped his movements, letting Blue just ride his hand to their heart's content.
And did he ever. Bluebird knew how to put on quite the show- whimpering with every thrust of his hips, grinding his clit against Kass's thumb, his hand coming up to tease his other nipple. Kass had to bite back a groan of his own. His cock was hard and aching,- aching to be envoloped in that hot pussy. It would be so easy, too. The little skirt Kass was wearing did nothing to hide or cover his erection, his head and shaft on full display already. All hewould have to do would be pull Blue forward and they would slide right onto his throbbing cock-
He almost did it, too. Almost forgot himself. But he heard it, the sound of the door in the other room, the creak of its hinges, the click of heels on the marble floor.
He leaned forward, pressing a kiss at the soft skin under Blue's ear, "Come for me, Baby."
"What the fuck?"
Blue came with a cry, their cunt clenching around Kass's fingers. They fell against Kass's chest, their own heaving with every breath they took as they came down from their orgasm.
"Lucio," Kass smirked, pulling his fingers from Blue. "It's about time you showed up. You're just in time for the show."
"What the hell is this?" Lucio said through clenched teeth. "I got your message, you wanted a private audience with me? But I show up and you've got your hand shoved up my Birdie's cunt!"
"Please, Lulu," Blue spun around, still leaning heavily against Kassius's chest. "There's more than enough of me to go around."
Lucio glared at them, but Kass didn't miss the way his cock twitched behind his shorts. As annoyed as he was, there was no denying how absolutely hot the scene he walked in on was. Watching Blue come was intoxicating in its own right. And now, Kass was roaming his hands all over Blue's flushed body, petting and groping and riling them up for more. Kass couldn't see Blue's face, but he had a pretty good idea of what they looked like right now. He'd seen it enough, the way their eyes fluttered, the way they caught their bottom lip between their teeth when they had just came down from an orgasm but still wanted more.
"Come on, Lulu," Kass teased, loving the way Lucio's expression hardened at the sound of Birdie's knickname for him. "Don't you think Blue deserves the attention?"
"I'm going to make you regret this, Kass."
Kassius smirked. "Hardly." He pressed a kiss to the side of Blue's neck. Then another, and another. Until Blue was squirming in his hold again, his ass brushing against Kass's cock in a way that made his stomach twist with need.
"I'm going to fuck this pretty little pussy, and you're going to just stand there and watch."
Lucio took a step forward. "Like hell I am-"
Kassius help up a hand. Lucio paused, his face twitsting into a mix of conflicting emotions. "You are going to just watch. Because if you do, I may just let you have a taste when I'm finished with them."
Blue was shaking in his grasp, anticipation practically vibrating off of them. Kass slipped his finger inside them again, eliciting a low moan from their lips. Whatever emotion was on Lucio's face slowly morphed into untamed desire. He wanted Blue, wanted them bad. But no one who had seen Blue perform could deny that the show they put on wasn't just as good as getting to be the one fucking them for it.
"Are you ready, Baby?"
"Mhm," Blue arched back against Kass's chest, angling their hips in anticipation. Kass removed his finger, grabbing his dick instead and slowly pushing himself between Blue's folds. Their earlier orgasm had prepped them enough that Kass was able to slide all the way to the hilt in one smooth motion.
Gods, he felt so fucking perfect.
"Shit," Lucio's legs were wobbling already. He lowered himself onto his knees, eyes trained at the exact spot where Kass's hips pressed against Blue's welcoming cunt.
Blue shifted, adjusting himself on Kass's length until he found the right angle. "Okay, I'm ready," they breathed.
Kass held nothing back. He snapped his hips up, again and again into Blue's dripping walls. He heard his name, or some version of it, spilling out of their lips in a garbled moan. He wrapped his arms around their stomach, pulling them further against his chest and angling both of their hips up to give Lucio a better view.
"Fuck me," Lucio was panting. He didn't bother even stripping out of his clothes. He just shoved his shorts down his thighs, already stroking his dick in time with Kass's thrusts.
"Did I say you could touch yourself?" It came out as a growl, the sound low and rough with warning. Lucio shook his head, although he didn't stop pumping himself with his fist.
"Lulu, please, I- ah! I don't want you to come before I get a taste-" Blue's hands came up to grip Kass's forarms, holding on as if for dear life.
"How can I just sit here and watch when I want to touch them so fucking bad-"
"Wait your fucking turn!" Kass snapped. He thrust up, sheathing his cock to the skin once again. He brought a hand town, two fingers finding and circling Blue's swollen clit. Crying out, Blue threw his head back. He clawed at Kass's arms holding him locked in place.
Lucio bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. He stopped fisting himself, but he didn't let go of his cock. That would have to do, Kass supposed. Not that he could blame him, not really. Blue was so fucking perfect. Just watching them fuck was enough to send someone into a trance. And Kass knew how fucking jealous Lucio got whenever it was someone other than him doing the fucking.
"D-daddy, please…" Blue moaned. Lucio twitched forward at the sound, obviously thinking that plea was meant for him. Kass smirked. He knew Blue was crying out for him, begging for Kass to push him over the edge again. It didn't surprise him that Blue called them both "Daddy" one bit. The same could not be said for Lucio, whose face twisted into a mixture of surprise and blatent jealousy.
"You want to come again already?"
"Yes! Please!"
With his free hand, Kass crooked a finger at Lucio, beckoning him forward. In his lust, Lucio crawled across the floor to close the distance between them. It was pathetic. It was exhileratingly hot.
"I promised you a taste when I finished, but I'm feeling generous. You can have your fill now, Lulu."
Lucio growled again at the knickname, but that didn't stop him from diving right in. Kass pulled his hand back so he could have room and Lucio wasted no time going directly for Blue's clit.
He wrapped his lips around the bud, sucking hard and humming against them like he knew they liked. Blue was a fucking wreck, incoherent words spilling from his lips like a cascade. They always got so noisy at the height of their pleasure, hence why Kass liked to call them his Songbird.
Kass started to thrust again, slowly at first, but he couldn't help himself from snapping his hips up before long. He could feel the pressure building in his core, his own climax not far off-
"-stop, I'm gonna-" Kass never heard what Blue said next. Didn't need to, really. Blue came right after, his walls clamping around Kass's cock and triggering him to follow him over the edge. Kass groaned as he came, the sound almost animal-like as it was forcefully pulled from a deep well inside of him. Blue's pussy pulsed around his cock, pulling every last drop of cum from him as they rode through the waves of their orgasms together.
When they were spent and finished, Lucio pulled back, his face a wet mess of both Kass and Blue's cum, eyeliner and mascara smearing in dark splotches down his cheeks. How the fuck he got so messy so quickly was impressive. If Kass had looked, he would have seen a mess of semen on the floor in front of the count, evidence of how much Lucio had enjoyed himself as well.
With another groan, Kass pulled out of Blue, carefully settling them on the bed next to him to rest. They immediately crumped into the silk sheets, still catching their breath from all the exitement.
Kass stood, stepping around Lucio and pulling him up to his feet as well. "See, Lucy? I have nothing but good ideas."
"I'm still going to make you pay for fucking Birdie like that, Kass."
"I readdy doubt it," he laughed. "You can't act like you didn't thoroughly enjoy the show."
"No," Lucio pouted, bringing his hand up and tapping his chin. "But I still would have enjoyed it more had our roles been reversed."
Kass grinned. "So next time you want to be bouncing on my cock while Blue swallows your dick?"
"That is not-"
Kass clapped him on the shoulder, laughing as he made his way towards the front of the suite again. "I'll hold you to it, Lucy. Doesn't that sound like a plan, Blue?"
"It sure does," they cooed in return.
Lucio swore at him, and continued to protest as Kass made his way into the hall, grinning all the while. He shut the door behind him, not waiting to see if either one would follow him. No doubt Lucio would wait for Blue to recover just enough and then fuck them senseless again to fix his own pride. And Kass knew that Blue would love every second of it. He could try his luck and see if he could convince Lucio to let him in on round two, but the clock was ticking. And there were still so many other persons that Kass needed to entertain before this masquerade came to a close.
