A/N: I donβt know if you all think sex-pollen is dub-con or not, but be aware that the reader is out of it when they are fucking. Sheβs enjoying herself plenty, but the consent induced by sex-pollen can be a bit dubious. Be warned of that.
Minotaur x Orc x fem!reader || sex-pollen, spit-roast, sharing is caring, breeding
When you are walking down the woods and suddenly get cursed by a weird lady, you start to feel like your life is not going the way it should.
You stepped on a few flowers, you didnβt think it was too bad, but then the witch appeared out of thin air and blew some kind of purple powder on your face. She disappeared again, but not before she said something as cryptic as βYou will suffer until you surrender to your desires.β Her laughter lingered in the air for a few more seconds.
At first, it was fine, you tried to convince yourself that it was some kind of hallucination, you didnβt see a crazy lady in the woods. It was just a dream or something. Nothing major. Nothing was going to happen to you. You were sure of it.
But then the heat started.
It was a low song inside your veins, running up and down and making your skin itch in a weird way, you felt like everything was too much over it. Your clothes felt like needles on your skin, nothing could cool you off enough to feel comfortable. And then your pussy got wet, you soaked through so many panties you decided going naked around the house was the only option. And even then, your pussy kept constricting over nothing, so sensitive you could cry every time your thighs rubbed together.
You tried to jerk off frantically, you got yourself at the edge over and over but it didnβt work. It wasnβt happening. Nothing was happening. With each roll of your clit, you felt more and more on edge, but the climax wasnβt arriving. You couldnβt come. And it was driving you crazy.
You tried porn, you tried erotic books, you tried all the dildos you hadβ¦ Even the dark fantasies starring your two hot neighbors across the hall. You thought it was pervy to think of them that way. But that didnβt stop you from picturing every one of those fantasies over and over. You elaborated them to the point you could see the images so clearly in your mind that it felt like a porno made specially for you. You on your knees swallowing around the big minotaur cock, you on all fours being pounded from behind by a big green orcβ¦ You thought of every position and every option. It was so vivid you could almost feel it happening. You even pictured how could you ask them to fuck you dumb. But that didnβt work either.
That awful heat inside your skin, that curse, went on for a whole day before you started to feel so desperate and so on edge that you felt like you could come with just air touching your skin. But it didnβt happen. You still couldnβt come and your mind was empty from any thoughts apart from the need to cum. You worked yourself into a frenzy of horniness that made your knees weak and your clit tingle. You were worked up to a point where the idea of coming was the only thing you could process in your head.
On the second day, you had enough.
You put on the less offensive clothes you had, the only thing you felt like wasnβt going to feel like sandpaper against your skin, nothing underneath, just a simple summer dress. You crossed the hallway, knocking on your neighborsβ door rapidly and praying to whoever was listening for them to be home. Please, let them be home.
βHey, little human. What can I do for you?β His flirty tone made you shudder. You whined at the sound of his voice. βAre you okay?β He looked worried as your knees gave up under you and your body fell to the ground. You felt feverish. But you didnβt get to hit the floor before his strong arms were around your middle, supporting your weight and making you moan like a whore at the skin to skin contact. You didnβt care about being proper anymore.
βHelpβ¦ Please.β You whispered, another wave of heat hitting you. βIt hurts.β You wanted to taste his skin, but you knew he couldnβt do that if you didnβt explain first. But it hurt so bad. Your whole brain could only focus on looking for pleasure, for release.
βWhat hurts? What happened?β The minotaur asked, picking you up and taking you to the sofa. You cried out when he tried to put you down. He sat down with you on his lap, caressing your hair softly, his eyes worried.
βA ladyβ¦ A lady in the woods. Purple powderβ¦ It hurts.β You choked out. Apparently that was enough for him, a frown forming as you told him. He seemed to know what was happening to you. Thank the universe for that, because you didnβt know if you could articulate more words. Your skin felt too tight, too hot. βPleaseβ¦β You pleaded again, wrapping your body over him like a blanket, trying to make every cell of your body touch his.
βItβs okay. You are going to be okay, little human.β He kept mumbling comforting words as he caressed your back, his hands hot against your feverish skin. You pressed your pussy against his clothed leg, probably leaving a wet patch. He didnβt stop you. βLet me call my boyfriend, we can take care of you. Youβd like that, honey?β You whimpered, nodding as images of both of them fucking you crossed your mind.
You knew they were a couple, you saw them making out against the door one memorable night you came home a bit later than usual. That image burned in your brain and fueled most of your jerk off sessions that month. A big minotaur and a big orc, two towers of masculinity grinding against each other as you passed them, your face flushed and your pussy wet. They were so fucking hot. And the outline of a bulge you could see in their pants made your mouth water. Both of them were so big. In more ways than one. You wondered how would it feel to have them inside of you, filling you to the brim.
But they also shared, you knew they did, the pipes in their bathroom made the perfect channel of sound to your own bathroom. At first it was fun to listen as one of them sang in the shower, as they talked through hushed voices at night, when you were sure they brushed their teeth at the same time. But one magnificent day, you heard a womanβs voice, a womanβs cries of pleasure and two distinct monster voices telling her how good of a good girl she was. They were fucking her in the shower, and you had to make yourself cum while listening, like the pervy girl you were. And that fueled your fantasies beyond belief. How would it be to be shared by them? How would it feel to be their good girl?
And now, months later, you were panting on the minotaurβs lap as he called his orc boyfriend. His manly smell was enough to get you on edge, grinding yourself against his leg, mounting his leg like a horny dog. You felt embarrassed, you felt like your face was burning, but the need to come was too big to stop.
βGet home, now. Something is happening to her.β You couldnβt listen to what the orc said. Your brain was so focused on the feeling of his jeans under your bare pussy that you barely heard anything at all. You lost part of the conversation, but the minotaurβs voice was final when he said: βSheβs grinding on my lap like sheβs going to set herself on fire if she doesnβt cum soon. Get. Home. Now.β He punctuated each word, tone harsh as he talked to the orc. You didnβt know what he answered, but the minotatur hung up on him and focused his attention back on you again. βItβs okay, little human, weβll take care of you.β You whined, a tear escaping your eye. He sweetly wiped it away.
You didnβt know how much time it passed between the call and the sound of the door opening, you kept grinding on the minotarurβs jeans as he whispered sweet words to you, caressing every part of your body he could reach, making you even more desperate to cum.
βWhat did the witch say?β The orc asked as soon as he saw us. Witch? What witch? The minotaur grunted at his boyfriend, calling him rude without words.
βHoney, what did the lady in the forest say to you?β The minotaur asked you softly, tilting your head up so you were looking at his face.
βI donβt know.β You said, frustrated and tired, you wanted to cry. βSomethingβ¦ something about my deepest desire?β You asked, rhetorically. You didnβt remember much from the past days, you just knew you needed to cum or you were going to die.
βLittle human, you need to tell us whatβs that. Whatβs your deepest desire?β The orc asked, sitting next to you two, his hand caressing your back along his boyfriendβs. You whimpered.
βYou. You two.β You confessed, far too gone to be embarrassed about it.
βYou want us?β The orc questioned, he was tense, and his tone sounded almost careful, like he was scared to talk too loud and scare you away. As ifβ¦ βThe two of us?β He repeated. You nodded eagerly.
They looked at each other, a silent conversation happening while you sat there, looking at them and marveling at how handsome they were. Not in a human way, but in a monstrous, almost scary way. They were so big, you felt so tiny between the two of them. And you loved it. You loved to feel tiny against their giant bodies, youβd be so full with cock if they fucked you at the same time. You whined again at the thought.
βItβs okay, honey. We got you.β The minotaur said, picking you up from his lap as you groaned. He threw you over his shoulder as he walked you to another room. You looked up from his fantastic ass to see the orc following closely, shredding his clothes as he followed. You moaned at the sight of his bared torso. The minotaur laughed. βYeah, he looks fine as hell.β He agreed with your barely coherent sounds.
βLay her down, take off her clothes.β The orc instructed, the minotaur did just what he asked.
βHeβs a bit bossy, but donβt worry, honey. Heβs going to make us feel so good.β The minotaur whispered as he leaned down and took your dress off.
There you were, naked on the bed, two big monsters looking down at you. You moaned. You felt like a human sacrifice. Ready to be devoured by beasts. Your hands instantly went to touch your body, one to pinch your nipple, the other right to your clit. But you didnβt get to do anything before the big orc was making a sound that made you stop on your tracks.
βYou donβt touch yourself if I donβt tell you to. You are under my command now, little human.β You shivered, his voice harsh and hot. You nodded, beyond words. βGet undressed, join her in the bed.β He instructed the minotaur.
The first look at the minotaurβs cock made your insides twitch. He was so fucking big, you werenβt sure he was going to fit inside of you, but dang if you didnβt want to try either way. He smirked at you, his steps calculated, as he laid down next to you, his hand mockingly pinching your nipple. He got a disapproving grunt from the orc at that, you felt like giggling.
βYou are going to fuck her first so sheβs ready for my cock. And then, you are going to take her mouth, making her choke on your big cock until her eyes are watery and your cum is down her throat. Is that right?β You both nodded. βWe are going to spit roast this pretty little human, just like if she were a toy for us to use. You like that, little human? You want to be our human toy? You want to be a good little human for us?β You whimpered, nodding so fast you felt dizzy.
The orc helped you to sit over the minotaur, each inch of his cock filling you and stretching you beyond what you thought possible. You were about to cry out and say it was too much, you couldnβt take him, but the soft words the orc was whispering in your ear were helping. They werenβt rushing you, you wanted to be a good little human and take all of him. All of them.
The minotaur cursed all the way in, making you blush. βHer pussyβ¦ Oh lord sheβs so thigh. Iβm not gonna last, sheβs clenching on me like a vice.β He chanted to the orc as he bottomed out, like you werenβt even there.
βRide him, little human. Ride the bull like a wild little whore.β The orc said against your back, his cock pressing on your lower back as he held your hips, helping you ride his boyfriend.
The minotaur under you cursed and said: βI always forget how good your dirty talk is.β You could feel the orc smirk against the back of your neck where heβs pressing a line of kisses. His tusks soft and dangerous against your skin.
βI bet you donβt have a gag reflex at all, being a pretty little human like yourself, so ready to take us both. Do you?β He asked, you shook your head. You didnβt, you practiced over and over with your biggest toy. You didnβt want to admit that you did it so you could take one of them someday. βOf course you donβt. You would take me so well, deep down your throat until you are stuffed full of cock. Or maybe I take your pussy, cum inside of you until your stomach is bloated because of it. Cum dripping out of your well used hole. Would you like that, little human? Would you like to be bred?β You whimpered, nodding frantically as you keep riding the minotaur. The filthy words the orc whispered against your ear were making you wetter, which you thought it was impossible at that point. βKeep going, little whore, make him come inside you so I can take my turn, too.β
βIβm close.β The minotaur interrupted, his fur wet with sweat as you kept bouncing on his cock.
βCome on, cum inside the prettiest little human. Breed her.β He ordered. As soon as the words left his mouth, the minotaur bulked under you, almost throwing you off balance. The orc held your hips steady as he helped you ride him until you felt his cum shooting inside your tight channel. You felt every spurt of his cum inside your pussy, so much of it you felt stuffed, just like he promised.
He pulled out and laid you down on your stomach. You felt fucked out but still desperate, you hadnβt come and the need inside of you was growing stronger with each passing second. βGood lord.β The minotaur whispered, joining his orc boyfriend at the feet of the bed, both of them looking intently at your gaping pussy. βLook at that, sheβs so pink and soft. Her hole is still twitching, so eager to take your cockβ¦β The minotaur said, not to anyone in particular, just admiring his cum oozing out of your pussy as he pushed the tip of his finger back inside, pushing in some of the cum leaking out. Both of them groaned behind you as you pushed your ass up, as eager as he said to take the orcβs cock.
You still hadnβt come, feeling deep inside your soul that you needed both of them to accomplish that. βPleaseβ¦β You begged, wriggling your ass side to side, presenting yourself like a bitch in heat. They groaned.
βGet on the bed, fill her mouth so we donβt bother the other neighbors as she falls apart on our cocks.β The orc ordered, making you groan again.
They helped you into a position that could make both of their cocks be at the right angle for them to destroy you. You were so ready you felt insane with desire. The orc behind you kneaded your ass, parting your cheeks to look closely at your leaking pussy. You felt so exposed your whole body reacted. You tried to push back, making him slap your ass playfully. βDonβt try me, little human, today is not the day for my hand to make your ass so red you canβt walk tomorrow. Thatβs a task for my cock.β He proclaimed. Filthy images of him spanking you until you came made your brain foggy.
You were so focused on the orc behind you that you didnβt realize the minotaurβs cock was right in front of you until he told you: βOpen up, honey.β You opened your mouth instantly, the tip of his dick so big it filled your whole mouth. You moaned around him and pushed forward, taking him deeper.
His hands were in your hair, pulling softly and instantly apologizing, but not letting go. You smiled around him, but it was lost as soon as you felt the orcβs cock entering you from behind. This angle made it feel bigger, so much bigger. He pushed forward without stopping, not allowing you to accommodate him until he was inside of you fully.
βFuck her already, her mouth is as hot as her pussy, I wonβt last long.β The minotaur pleaded his boyfriend as he started fucking your throat with deep thrusts.
You felt the first thrust of the orc in every cell of your body, he pulled in and out slowly a couple times before he started fucking you properly. His thrusts were so powerful and so harsh that with each one he pushed you onto the minotaurβs cock, making you take him deeper. Both of them fucked you in tandem, in perfect sync.
Your brain felt broken, like they fucked each one of your neurons into their off-state. No logical thought inside your brain but cock. Their cocks. Filling your holes to the brim. You didnβt know how much time passed, maybe a couple minutes, maybe hours. You stood there as they took your mouth and your pussy, just a toy between two monsters.
The minotaurβs warning grunt came at the same time as the orc proclaimed that he was going to breed you until you popped from the amount of cum inside you. You shuddered. When the first tremors of their orgasms appeared, your pussy constricted around the orcβs cock. A static noise on your ears, the world around you blurring as they kept fucking their cum back inside of you.
You came so hard you saw stars. The whole milky way behind your closed eyes as you cried out around the dick in your mouth. Both of them were coming inside of you, making a mess of your holes as they filled you. You came, and came⦠The climax so harsh and so big you could feel everything and anything all at once. Your brain short-circuited completely. Your brain was far, far away as they cursed and talked and said whatever.
You laid there, on all fours, your holes filled with cum and two monsters spit roasting you.
Content & Warnings: canon-typical swearing, mandoβa lanaguge, yearning, denial of feelings, placing bets, light dom/sub (with bratty behavior), possessive behavior, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), creampie
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When your employer loses a bet to Jabba the Hutt's favorite contract killer, Boba Fett, you are suddenly placed in his control. But you and Boba are not enemies. The two of you have known each other for a while now, and this only pushes the two of you closer together.
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The artificial air kicks in and its refreshing coldness brushes against your neck. You sigh heavily, appreciating the luxury that few establishments have in Mos Espa. Not even Jabbaβs Palace can boast to having such a feature.
Glancing over your shoulder, the rest of the room begins to melt into smoky shadow. The large shutters over the windows start to shift downward to ward off the light and heat from Tatooineβs twin suns. They stop two-thirds of the way, allowing for natural light but shrouding Tranquil Sands in shadow. The small lamps at each of the tables turn on, giving the place an intimate glow. In the far corner, the band changes up their song, and spice smoke from hookah pipes fills the air.
It might be the middle of the day, but Tranquil Sands is full. It always is.
Need a drink? Tranquil Sands has a full-service bar.
Want to spend all your money gambling? Tranquil Sands has all the best tables.
Do you desire more carnal pleasures? Tranquil Sands can provide.
Or are you simply wanting a place to rest your head? At Tranquil Sands, there are plenty of beds.
Tranquil Sands has it all.
And you are its bookkeeper.
Lady Sheku, a beautiful Twiβlek female with peachy skin, is the owner of Tranquil Sands. Youβve been keeping her books for several years. The two of you have grown close over time, forming a subtle friendship built on mutual respect.
Trust is important for something like this. You work closely tracking every credit and form of currency that enters or exits this establishment. Itβs not just to ensure that proper dues are paid out to Jabba, but to be as transparent as possible for whenβnot ifβthe Empire comes knocking.
βIs everything in order?β asks a sultry voice.
You spin around just as Lady Sheku approaches. The Twiβlek is gorgeous, and she doesnβt even try. Many with money on Tatooine show it off, but Lady Sheku is all gentle elegance.
βAs it always is,β you reply, knowing exactly what sheβs referring to.
Today is payment day. Today is the day that Jabba the Hutt receives the protection dues from Tranquil Sands. But it isnβt Jabba who fetches it, nor is it his loathsome second Bib Fortuna. Itβs Jabba the Huttβs favorite bounty hunter, Boba Fett, that comes calling.
He is always on time. Never misses a single payment.
βYou look lovely today,β murmurs Lady Sheku, her brow rising slightly as she admires your outfit.
When out on the floor, you have to look like you belong, not like you sit in a backroom all day hunched over ledgers. Yet you also cannot look like any of the workers. That might give some guests the wrong impression, and the last thing you need is a misunderstanding out in the open. Youβve opted for black, a color none of the workers wear. They prefer brighter colors, and the ones for pleasure purchases are even brighter with golden bangles and necklaces. Youβve gone completely bare other than the thin black fabric that hangs on your body.
βThank you,β you reply.
Lady Sheku leans in, her voice dropping even lower. βIt canβt be because a certain bounty hunter is coming today?β
βNo,β you answer automatically, but itβs not entirely a lie.
Boba Fett is sweet on you, and everyone knows it. You are the one who interacts with him, who hands over the credits, who makes sure Jabba is paid and satisfied. Boba Fett is the man between, and yet he is enticing. A flavor of spice you cannot seem to shake.
But no matter how much attention he gives you; it simply isnβt possible. The two of you cannot be together. Boba Fett is a bounty hunter. He wears Mandalorian armor. He works for Jabba the Hutt. Everyone knows how deadly Boba is, that heβd rather vaporize his bounties than bring them in alive. A man like that makes enemies, and youβd be first on the list if they plan on targeting him.
βLiar,β teases Lady Sheku, waving her hand dismissively.
As if speaking his name summons him, Boba Fett enters through the front doors. For a moment, all conversation ceases, even the music seems distant. His helmeted head swivels, scanning the room. When it lands on you, everything stutters before hurtling forward. He takes one step, then another, and then heβs moving toward you with purpose embedded into every slap of his boots against the marble.
βBoba Fett,β greets Lady Sheku, her head dipping slightly with acknowledgement. You do the same, knowing itβs better to show respect to one of Jabbaβs favorite contract killers.
When your gaze returns to him, the T-shaped visor is aimed at you. Though you cannot see his eyes, you feel his stare. It brands your skin, peeling back the flesh to reveal your deepest secrets.
βEverything is in order,β you say, keeping your tone neutral. βThe credits are in the back if youβll follow me.β You shift and raise an arm, indicating the backroom you and Boba always meet in to make the exchange.
Boba shifts in your direction but Lady Sheku raises a hand. βA moment. Please.β
He pauses, and you drop your hand back to your side slowly, unsure of why Lady Sheku is delaying the proceedings.
βI have a proposal for you. An offer, if you will.β Lady Shekuβs shoulders shake a bit as she straightens her spine. Boba says nothing but inclines his head. βYou never partake in anything we offer here at Tranquil Sands. As the proprietor of this fine establishment, Iβd like to know what I can do to make you a loyal customer.β
You keep your face completely blank even as your mind races. Why is Lady Sheku asking this now? There isnβt any reason to delay. All the credits are there. In fact, there is plenty, so why make him wait? Why make you wait?
Boba Fett considers Lady Shekuβs question for a moment before he answers. βWhat I want isnβt on the menu.β
What I want isnβt on the menu.
When Boba says this, his helmet is turned in your direction, the T-shaped visor pinning you to the spot. Lady Sheku grins, her gaze subtly shifting between you and Boba.
βIβm sure that can be arranged,β shrugs Lady Sheku. βFor a price.β
Is she really selling you to him? Youβre not a slave. Youβre an employee.
Youβre about to protest, the words forming on the tip of your tongue, but Lady Sheku gives you a look that silences you completely.
Trust me, it says.
Boba inclines his head. βIβm listening.β
βWonderful!β Lady Sheku claps her hands together. βLetβs make a game of it. Shall we?β Placing one hand on Boba Fettβs upper arm, she guides him over to the gambling corner. Boba allows himself to be led and you follow right behind him, tension tight in your stomach.
βA wager,β says Lady Sheku. βIf I win, you pay a portion of the protection money. If you win, you can have the woman you want for the evening. She will beβ¦yours. Completely.β
βLadyββ you begin but Boba cuts in.
βWhat game?β he asks.
βCards.β Lady Sheku gestures toward one of the tables.
βSabacc?β
βAfraid, Boba?β teases Lady Sheku.
βHardly. Letβs play.β
The two of them sit down at the nearest table. You stand there in shock, your feet unable to move. A droid dealer approaches, shuffling the cards, and still, you do not move. Others begin to press in, watching on as cards are dealt.
You want to rage, to curse everyone and everything, and yet, at your core, youβre not entirely angry. Lady Sheku has stepped over the line, crossed into territory that is blurry and wrong, but sheβs not doing it for her own gain.
Everyone knows how sweet Boba is on you, how he always stands close whenever heβs near you, or how he compliments you at every visit. Even when he goes to the backroom with you, Boba is a complete gentleman. He doesnβt push. He doesnβt disrespect your boundaries. None of that accounts for all the gifts that arrive at Tranquil Sandsβ doors. The ones for you never have a name on them, but itβs easy to guess who theyβre from.
Something solidifies in your soul, and you take a step forward. A crowd has gathered, eager eyes watching on as the owner of Tranquil Sands and Jabbaβs favorite bounty hunter face off over a few rounds of Sabacc.
The air is stagnant, and your gaze is glued to the floor.
Should you look? Should you watch on? Or should you let it be?
Even if Boba wins, you know heβd never hurt you. He has it in him to be cruel and sadistic, but heβs never raised a hand to you. Heβs never taken what you havenβt freely offered. In this, if he wins, will Boba remain the same? Do you even want to know?
Kriff it, you think, shoving through the crowd, coming up behind Boba. Just as you squeeze between a Zabrak and Weequay, the crowd gasps. Boba leans back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest, legs spread wide. Lady Sheku appears disappointed but you know her tells.
She glances up, winks, and then stands, sighing loudly. Your gaze falls to the table. Bobaβs winning hand stares back at you tauntingly.
βYouβve won, Boba.β Lady Sheku inclines her head, hands spreading wide before her. The crowd around the table begins to disperse, their interest disappearing quickly. βMy assistant will make sure you receive Jabbaβs payment and then sheβs all yours.β
Boba starts to stand and you shoot Lady Sheku a look. The Twiβlek shrugs casually. Youβre welcome, she silently mouths before greeting a new wave of customers.
With Boba Fett looming over you, itβs hard not to notice his height and broad shoulders. The Mandalorian armor he wears is worn and dented, the paint chipped and peeling in some places. Yet it only adds to his aura, his sense of strength and power. His helmeted head dips as if he can kiss you through it. For a moment, your face rises as if to meet him, but you back out at the last second.
βThis way,β you choke out, taking a step back, gesturing toward the other end of the room.
Boba leans away but he doesnβt create any distance other than that. It isnβt until you start walking that Boba moves, keeping pace with you. At the doors to Lady Shekuβs office, you scan your card and enter with Boba following behind.
βIβd offer you something to drink but this will only take a minute,β you say over your shoulder.
At the massive safe, you enter the code, retrieving the credits in their locked box. Turning around, you set the box down on the table, opening the lid to reveal the credits inside.
βEverything appear satisfactory?β you ask.
Boba doesnβt say anything. Itβs infuriating because you donβt know if heβs looking at you or the credits behind that bucket.
βItβs all there. You can count if youββ
βYouβre mine,β says Boba, like itβs an indisputable fact.
You take a deep breath, hands balling into fists at your sides. βFor the evening,β you amend.
Boba glances down at the credits. He shuts the lid, reengaging the lock. His head tilts and his hand ascends, one finger pressing to the side of his helmet.
βIβll need a pick up,β he says to someone that clearly isnβt you.
Boba does not pick up the credit case. Instead, he steps around the desk until heβs standing next to you. Reaching out, the back of his gloved hand brushes over bare skin. You feel the ridge of knuckles through the leather.
βIs this okay?β he asks softly.
You nod because you donβt trust yourself to form proper words. Bobaβs touch is like a stun wand. Electric but lethal. You are struck, ripped apart, and pieced together. It hurts, not because heβs touching you but because this will end, and the two of you will return to your lives. He is not meant for you. This cannot be more than just the evening.
Lady Sheku meant well by losing, but this might be too much.
Boba drops his hand and plucks the credit case from the desk. βWhen we return, youβll sit with me. In my lap.β
His tone is assertive. Boba isnβt asking, and that stirs something inside you. While you like this, you also want to push back. But youβre not quick enough in your response. Boba points in your direction, chastising before you even get a word out.
The two of you stare each other down before Boba curls his finger in and presents his open palm. Itβs an invitation instead of an order. While Lady Sheku needs to mind her business, Boba is the man that haunts your dreams. Every interaction with him is a memory that sticks to you like syrup.
Slowly, you extend your own hand, slipping it into his offered palm.
Bobaβs hold is gentle as his fingers encase your hand. You allow yourself to be led from the room, to be escorted to a large booth tucked into a private corner. From here, Boba can see the rest of Tranquil Sands. Itβs private yet strategic, a habit of any good bounty hunter.
Placing the container of credits on the table, Boba takes a seat in the booth. The cushions are soft and wide. The table in front of it is low to the ground. Boba never letβs go of your hand. He keeps you close, drawing you into his lap.
You fit perfectly there, and the naturalness is startling.
Boba keeps one arm around your lower back for support, his broad hand planted firmly on the curve where your hip and upper thigh meet. Youβre tucked against him, leaning into the crook of his arm, one hand resting on his armored chest. With his other hand, Boba guides your legs over his thighs.
βAre you comfortable?β he asks, that same hand running up your thigh, parting fabric until heβs touching bare skin.
βYes,β you reply softly, a shiver running through you from the contact.
Bobaβs answer is a gentle grunt as his hand on your thigh tightens. Itβs a possessive hold, and you donβt entirely mind. Around you, patrons move about. Many donβt even glance your way, entirely preoccupied with their own endeavors.
It isnβt long before two Gamorreans enter Tranquil Sands. Between them is a woman in an all-black body suit with cape and cowl. The only visible part of her are her eyes which glow a subtle shade of purple.
βBoba,β she says on her approach.
Boba Fett only nods toward the container of credits. She is swift, fetching the credits and leaving without another glance at you or Boba.
After a few moments of silence, Boba adjusts, and it only draws you closer to him. βAre you upset with me, cyarβika?β
The question surprises you. βWhy would I be upset?β
βWhy would you not be? Didnβt ask what you wanted.β
You snort. βDid you even consider what I wanted?β
The answer comes automatically. βNo. I want you. And I saw an opportunity,β he says. βBut you know that.β
You do know. Youβve known for over a year now and so does everyone else. Whenever Boba walks in, Lady Sheku and all the workers immediately look at you with amusement on their faces. Boba might not be overt in his attentions, but that doesnβt mean they havenβt gone unnoticed.
βWhatβs your plan, Boba? To lure me in? To convince me I should be yours?β Youβre pushing him, feeling bold, but how could you not be? Youβre in his lap, almost straddling him, and Bobaβs hands are everywhere even though theyβve hardly moved at all.
Boba inclines his head. βYouβre already mine. Always have been.β
βYou donβt own me,β you murmur.
Bobaβs silence is deafening, and you have no idea what it means. You desperately wish you could see his face, to look into his eyes and glimpse even a semblance of understanding. That silence is all there is because the matter is done the moment the doors of Tranquil Sands open.
Boba is all business after. He shifts you out of his lap, having you sit beside him instead like a pretty thing on display. But Boba keeps one hand on your inner thigh as he conversers, never removing it even when you adjust against the cushions.
Strangely, Boba never removes his helmet. Whenever he comes to retrieve Jabbaβs payment, Boba almost always removes his helmet in front of you. But that has always been in a private setting behind closed doors. This is out in the open.
He orders food and drink, offering it to his guests as much as he offers it to you, and yet taking none for himself. You remain quiet, listening attentively but mostly staying out of it. Boba doesnβt ask for your input, and the various individuals seem to understand that you are off limits.
It isnβt until Tatooineβs suns begin to descend that Boba shifts gears.
βWeβre going upstairs.β
Upstairs. The only thing upstairs are rooms. Rooms to sleep. To rest. Toβ
Your heart thunders in your chest. Excitement rushes in along with an underlying nervousness you canβt entirely place. Itβs not geared toward Boba. Heβd never hurt you, never push himself on you. No. This nervousness is a questioning of whether or not heβll accept your advances if you give them.
It's a silly thing to question. Boba likes you. Heβs smitten, willing to pay an entire monthβs worth of protection money just to have the chance to be with you.
Boba stands and presents his hand. You take it, and he helps you to your feet, but he doesnβt drag you to the lift. He stays right there, towering over you, his free hand grasping your waist.
βWhat is it?β you ask, gaze roaming over the room in one quick sweep before returning to Boba.
βDo you want this?β
You blink, unsure if you heard him correctly. βBoba?β
βDo you want this?β he repeats. βWith me?β
When you donβt answer right away, Boba gently squeezes your waist. βGive the word and weβll go our separate ways.β
βBobaββ
βIf you wish to leave, tell me now.β
You swallow. βDoes this mean I canβt go if I change my mind?β
Bobaβs chest heaves. βNo. You can always go. You can always walk away. I wonβt stop you.β
Even though Boba played Sabacc with Lady Sheku in order to possess you, he is still giving you a choice. This is up to you. Boba has already made it clear what he wants. All you need to do is accept him, or walk away.
βI donβt want to go,β you breathe, knowing with these words youβve changed your future forever.
There is no going back. No reversal. You are confirming what you already know and what heβs suspected. You want him.
Bobaβs hand slips away from your waist only to travel downward to grasp the back of your thigh. This one touch makes you inhale sharply, and the soft chuckle Boba makes sends heat straight to your core.
βMy meshβika,β he croons.
Boba keeps using these words you donβt know. You can take a guess as to their meaning. Heβs used them before but only in private. Only when youβve allowed him a passing touch before you depart.
Now, with his hand massaging the back of your thigh, the meaning is clear to you. And this place is far too public for such affection.
βUpstairs,β he murmurs, his voice so soft youβre surprised the voice receiver in the helmet even picks it up.
Bobaβs hand disappears from your thigh, leaving an emptiness behind. You long to draw him back to you and indulge in his touch.
The ascent to the room is sluggish, and yet with a blink, youβre at the door. You cling to Bobaβs armor-clad arm as the door slides open, and Boba guides you into the dark. The moment the two of you cross the threshold, a lamp near the window clicks on.
This is one of Tranquil Sandsβ suites.
You enter into a small sitting area with a lounge sofa and low table. The curtains are closed, keeping out the light of Tatooineβs suns. To the right are sliding double doors. They stand open, revealing a large bed. The door to the bathroom is through there but you cannot see it from where youβre standing.
Boba releases your hand, and you are reluctant to let him go. He presses a few buttons on the control panel near the door. More lights turn on. It is dimβalmost intimateβand all you want to do is reach out to him.
This is just for the evening. Only for the night. Then itβll be over. You will return to your books, and Boba will be the vicious bounty hunter he has always been. He will come for Jabbaβs payment, and you will hand it over, never meeting until the time to return rolls around again.
Hesitantly, you stride forward into the middle of the room. With hands clasped in front of you, you turn in Bobaβs direction, only to find him within armβs reach.
The two of you stare at each other, not speaking, hardly breathing.
With an aching slowness, Boba reaches up with both hands, clasping the sides of his helmet. You hear the hiss of the seal releasing, and then itβs gone, revealing his face. This is not a surprise. Itβs no gut-punch. Bobaβs face is one youβve seen before, but this is not a business exchange. This is personal.
Boba moves past you and gently sets his helmet down on the table. He is right there, and when he straightens to undo his leather gloves, your hand finds his bicep, resting where there is no armor. His dark eyes swivel towards you, and you have the urge to run your fingers through his hair. It looks so soft and invitingβjust long enough to give it a little tug.
He removes one glove and then the other, tossing them onto the table next to his helmet. Your eyes track every movement, the casualness of Bobaβs undressing a mesmerizing dance. You cannot look away.
βYouβre staring, cyarβika,β muses Boba, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
You cough, and discreetly check for drool. βWant me to stop?β you shrug. βI can do that?β
βNo.β Bobaβs tone startles you, but it is his hand on the back of your neck that truly makes your stomach flip. He drags you against him, and your hands instinctually rise, pressing against his chestplate.
His dark gaze is sharp. Piercing. βDraw me a bath, cyarβika.β Your lips part and Bobaβs gaze drops momentarily before returning to your eyes. His grip on the back of your neck tightens a bit before releasing.
βGo,β he says, voice husky and rough. βBefore I get dirt on that pretty dress.β
Heat rushes up your spine and flares hot in your cheeks. Pressing a hand to your burning face, you quickly enter the bathroom. Built into the wall is a massive tub. Itβs all smooth, clean lines and easily fits two.
βKriffing hell,β you murmur at the ceiling. You take a deep breath to calm your racing heart.
Shaking your hands out at your sides to release some of the giddy nervousness, you reach for the small panel in the wall. Hot water begins to emerge from the faucet. Pressing a few more buttons bring forth an aromatic aroma, and the water starts to turn sudsy.
It looks inviting. Entirely heavenly.
Water is a heavily sought-after resource on Tatooine, but Lady Sheku has connections, often transporting water in from off world. Itβs expensive but it supplements what can be purchased on Tatooine.
You pause, hearing soft footsteps. Turning, your eyes widen, and the heat that you banished from your cheeks returns. You quickly look away as Bobaβs nude body brushes past you and steps over the edge of the tub to slide into the water.
Boba sighs heavily, and the sound goes straight to your sex. Itβs contentment and satisfaction, and you want to know if thatβs what he sounds like when heβs buried deep.
βIβll give you some privacy,β you say, keeping your gaze averted. But as you turn to leave, Boba reaches out, his wet hand grasping your wrist.
βYouβll stay,β he commands, releasing your wrist to tap the side of the tub. βRight here. Where I can look at you.β
Slowly, you ease down on the edge of the tub. Itβs not entirely uncomfortable. It is wide and flat, large enough for you to sit without sliding onto the floor and into Bobaβs lap. You place one hand behind you, and one on your knee to keep balance. Boba submerges himself a bit more, the water coming up to the middle of his chest.
βYou look lovely today,β he murmurs, gaze roaming up and down your body in appreciation.
βThank you,β you reply. βAm I not lovely to you every time you see me?β
Boba smirks. βYou are. And even when I donβt see you.β
βOh,β you whisper, fingers playing with one of the gauzy, black strands of fabric.
Itβs loose enough that the material spreads out and hangs toward the floor, revealing plenty of bare leg. Bobaβs hand is nearby but not touching. Yet his fingers flex like he wants to touch you but is resisting the urge to do so.
βJoin me,β he rasps, those fidgeting fingers forming a fist.
βIs it a command or an ask?β It doesnβt really matter if heβs asking or demanding. Sliding into that warm water with him is a desire you donβt want to resist. Will you straddle his lap, sitting face to face? Or will Boba want you to recline against him, back pressed against his chest?
Bobaβs dark gaze is unmoving when he speaks. βItβs what you wish it to be.β
You swallow and sit up straighter. βLook away.β
Boba laughs, and runs his hands through his hair. It sticks up at an odd angle and you giggle.
βFine,β he agrees, glancing at the wall, whistling to himself.
Slowly, you stand. You partially give Boba your back as you slip one strap over your shoulder and then the other. You loosen the band at your waist, and then the dress is on the ground, a dark pool of fabric at your feet.
Glancing over your shoulder, you find Boba still turned away, but heβs stiff, almost rigid. That is when you notice your reflection. It is blurry, mostly an outline, but itβs clear that youβre nude.
Turning quickly, you cover your breasts and step into the tub at an odd angle to hide yourself. Itβs silly, since youβre already taking this leap, but itβs natural to want to hide yourself. This is new. Different. While youβve always liked him, this is beyond anything the two of you have engaged in.
A few stolen kisses in a backroom means nothing compared to this.
As you start to sink down, Bobaβs head turns. Your gazes lock, and then heβs reaching for you, bringing you against him. He does bring you to a straddling position. Boba guides you around until youβre sitting in his lap, back pressed against his chest and head resting on his shoulder.
The water hardly covers your breasts.
βI want to see all of you,β he murmurs in your ear even as his hands run up and down your thighs, waist, and hips under the water.
The motion stirs the water, revealing your breasts to him. Boba groans against your throat as one of your hands reaches back to rub the back of his neck. While keeping one hand on your thigh, Boba gently cups one breast, lightly pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Your breasts have never been overly sensitive, but Bobaβs touch is immense. All-consuming. Youβve never reacted to anyoneβs touch like this.
βGorgeous,β he murmurs. Bobaβs hand beneath the water grasps the inside of your thigh and squeezes. βAll mine.β
Bobaβs lips trail over your neck and then the curve of your jaw near your ear. You turn your head just enough to look at him, and all trepidation you might have held vanishes. This man is enamored. In rapture.
βLet me kiss you, cyarβika.β
But you do not let him. Instead of saying yes, instead of agreeing, youβre the one who responds with action. Your lips connect with Bobaβs, and it seems to surprise him. At first his lips do not react, but then heβs answering back, kissing deeper. Seeking. Wanting to taste.
You open for him, and Boba moans, his hand upon your breast sliding upward to grasp the front of your throat in a possessive hold.
βDo you know how long Iβve wanted this, cyarβika?β murmurs Boba against your lips. βDo you know how much Iβve craved you?β
βI thought we were bathing,β you reply, and he smiles. Itβs so sweet. Soft. Something youβve never seen on his face.
βYouβre right,β he croons. βWe are.β
Youβve never been cleaner. Boba keeps you reclined against him as he scrubs and strokes every inch of your body. He is gentle the entire time, pebbling your throat and lips with soft kisses that has your pussy clenching around nothing.
When youβre refreshed, Boba hands over control, and you are just as thorough. You adjust positions, straddling him. Boba wiggles further into the water, leaning back entirely, one arm splayed across the back of the tub while the other rests under the water where it rests on your thigh.
Boba never looks away. His gaze is always on you. There is a dreamy, happy quality to it, like he canβt believe you are truly here with him.
βYouβre clean,β you say, twisting out the excess water from the handcloth. You set it aside just as Boba releases the valve for the water to drain.
You start to stand but Boba grabs your waist, drawing you back into his lap. Words begin to form on your lips, but Boba is quick, silencing whatever you wanted to say with a kiss.
βCan I take you to bed?β he asks, drawing back enough to stare into your face.
The water is quickly disappearing, and the sudden rush of air prickles your skin.
βYou can have whatever you want,β you answer, and Bobaβs grip on your waist tightens.
βAnd what if I want you on your back, hm?β he prompts. βWould you spread you legs for me?β He leans in for another kiss. This one is chaste. Quick. βWould you let me in, cyarβika?β
Would you let me in, cyarβika?
You have to bite back a moan. Youβll give this man anything.
βDry me off and find out.β
With a swiftness that has you grabbing on to the back of Bobaβs neck, he manages to lift you and step onto the bathroom floor in open fluid movement. He holds you in the air like that, and you pretend not to notice his hard as it presses against your inner thigh.
Slowly, Boba eases you to the ground, but he doesnβt let go. Keeping one arm around your waist, Boba snags a towel from the shelf. It is clean and white. Freshly laundered. He drapes it over your shoulders and you find the edges, bringing it in. Boba grabs another for himself.
You start with your ears and throat, then the rest of your body before drying your hair enough that itβs slightly damp. Boba is much faster than you, and he does nothing to help, only watches. Admires. Itβs far too intimate, and you keep glancing away, smiling like a kriffing idiot.
βWhat?β you laugh, and Boba returns the smile.
He gently grabs hold of the towel and you release it to him, leaving you completely bare. The towel falls from his hands, and then Boba is grasping your hips, walking you backward into the dimly lit bedroom.
Boba comes to a halt when the backs of your legs hit the edge of the bed. Keeping one hand on your hip, his other hand grasps the side of your throat, titling your head back a bit as his mouth meets yours in a searing kiss.
Heat is everywhere. It burns beneath your skin, soaring outward until youβre pushing up onto your toes in an attempt to draw closer. Boba is all eagerness. All hunger. He doesnβt stop. Doesnβt pause for air. He is devouring and you want to be consumed by him.
βI want to taste you,β he says between kisses.
When he leans in for more, you pull back, giggling. βYou are.β
βNo,β he replies, voice growing husky. βI want to taste you here.β
On here, Boba slips his hand between your legs, fingers gently parting your sex to revealing your slickness. The moment his fingers make contact, Boba growls, and it is a needy sound.
βThat is what I want,β he reiterates, and you will not tell him no.
βI told you, Boba. You can have whatever you want.β
Boba withdraws his hand from between your legs. βOn your back, love.β
You ease down onto the bed and then lean back on your elbows as you scoot away from the edge. Bobaβs fingers brush against the tops of your knees before sliding between, easing your legs apart, guiding them wide so that he can move between them.
His rough, calloused hands are soft brands against your inner thighs. They slide upward toward your sex, only to purposefully pass over it instead to grasp waist and stomach.
Boba adjusts, leaning onto one elbow, his other hand roaming across your skin.
He studies the curve of your hip, the softness of your belly, the places where you think there is too much and not enough. Boba worships it all, leaving nothing untouched.
βReady?β he asks, and you nod.
Bobaβs thumb hovers at your entrance where your slickness pools. He draws some up to your clit. Presses. Swirls. Itβs a sharp tug. A sudden burst.
You gasp, back arching slightly as Boba continues to play with that sensitive bump. His fingers arenβt even inside you. And you are falling apart, fingers clawing at his shoulders, hips flexing into his touch as your body clenches. The moan is choked, suppressed. Boba grins against your thigh.
βGood. Thatβs it, cyarβika,β he purrs, wrist rotating, his middle finger sliding through your wetness.
He finally adds a finger, begins pumping. Your hips buck, and Boba meets with a thrust of his hand. His thumb on your clit is relentless and it isnβt long before youβre clenching again, this time mewling softly, trying hard to relax but failing completely.
That is when Boba descends. That is when he finally takes his taste.
Boba parts your pussy with a slow swipe of his tongue. He swirls up, teasing your clit with just the tip, and that is enough to make your shake, for your back to come off the bed. Without thought, your hands seek him. One slides through his hair, tangling, twisting, anchoring yourself as your hips roll against his mouth, riding his face.
Boba sucks your clit into his mouth and itβs over. You hear yourself but it seems so distant, like youβre falling into a deep hole. Your thighs clench like youβre trying to trap his head between them, but Boba is strong. Insistent. He keeps spread, forcing you wide again to take his tongue without resistance.
You say his name until your voice grows hoarse and you skin is tingling in the afterglow of pleasure.
Around you, the bed sinks as Boba shifts forward, pushing off his knees, crawling over you until the two of you are face to face. Your chest heaves as you gaze up at the man youβve always held at a distance. Bobaβs lips are slightly parted. In the small slashes of light, you glimpse the glossy shine on his lips.
You reach up and run your thumb across that mess only for Boba to suck that digit into his mouth, wiping you clean of yourself.
Boba is so close, and you arch your neck, seeking his mouth. He gives you what youβre seeking, and everything in you melts, becoming one with his warmth. Your hands slide up his chest and then back down, nails grazing over his skin.
He breaks the kiss, panting. βI need you.β
βYou can have me.β Itβs a wonder that youβre even able to speak.
Pushing up onto one elbow, Boba grasps your wrists, and then youβre rolling on to your stomach, Bobaβs weight heavy at your back. Your arms are above your head, pinned there. With a quick adjustment, Boba shifts your wrists to one hand while the other runs up and down your back in a gentle caress.
βMeshβla,β he murmurs, and you shiver.
Slowly, Boba releases your wrists, but you do not move them. You hold them above your head, awaiting Bobaβs next move. Both hands join, moving lower and lower until his hands are full of you. He squeezes your ass and mutters something under his breath that youβre unable to hear.
Bobaβs hands fall to your hips. They adjust, bringing them up off the bed a bit. But Boba does not part your legs. Instead, he tests your entrance with a single finger.
Grunting, he withdraws, and then reaches up, snagging one of the pillows.
βLift your hips,β he commands. You comply, and Boba slips the pillow beneath your lower abdomen. βBetter,β he growls, hands returning to your ass.
The bed sinks as he shifts, and again, Boba does not part your legs. He adjusts the pillow some more, arching your hips a bit higher. His hands slide down to the backs of your thighs, pausing near your pussy. With a little pressure, Boba spreads you a bit, but itβs not nearly as much as you expected.
You push up onto your forearm, twisting a bit to look over your shoulder.
Bobaβs gaze meets yours just as the head of his cock finds your entrance. He holds himself there, and then thrusts forward.
You cry out, not from pain but from pure pleasure. The stretch is intolerable but so kriffing good you nearly come undone right then.
Boba retreats, and then returns, each roll of his hips giving you more and more of his cock.
βYouβre so kriffing tight, cyarβika,β he groans, feeding you more until your toes curl from the intrusion.
Boba pauses when he bottoms out, holding himself there as his hands slide up and down your back in a soothing caress.
βHow do you feel?β The question is one of genuine concern.
Youβre no longer leaning on your forearm. Youβve collapsed, cheek pressed against the bed. βGood, Boba. Iβm good.β
Boba rolls his hips again, and the slow drag has you clenching. The whimper that accompanies it arrives unbidden, but it is only one of many.
His thrusts begin slow before becoming steady, each one a claiming. Boba drapes himself over you, his forehead resting against the back of your head, and his hands planted on either side of you. Boba uses that as leverage to drive into you over and over.
You are pinned beneath him, taking everything, and it is delicious. You donβt want him to stop. You want to be claimed. To be possessed. To be known by him.
Bobaβs breath is hot against your neck, and the words he mutters are of a language you donβt know. He might be cursing you, praising you, or praying to gods you know nothing about.
It isnβt until Bobaβs thrusts become quick and erratic that his mind seems to return to you. Keeping one hand anchored to the bed, Boba uses his other hand to tangle his fingers in your hair. Without hurting you, he turns your head just enough to look into your eyes.
βLet me come inside you, cyarβika.β
βBoba,β you groan as he grinds his hips against you.
βPlease,β he begs.
Boba slows his thrusts, awaiting your answer.
You start nodding, but Boba shakes his head like it isnβt enough. βI need words. I need to hear you say it.β
He lightly tugs on your hair and you moan your answer loudly. βYes.β
Bobaβs grip on your hair releases, and your head drops back to the bed. In his end, Boba is relentless, a pounding pace that drives you into the bed. Your fingers claw at the bedding, everything in your clenching and unclenching, your clip rubbing against the pillow until your own release bursts like stardust.
Boba groans against your throat, and then he stills, pressing down with all his weight, burying himself to the hilt. You donβt even care how messy this will be. You only care about how his arms start to go around you. How he completely drapes himself across you like a blanket. How he whispers your name between kisses to the space between your shoulder blades.
Adjusting some of his weight off of you, Boba grasps the front of your throat, and then youβre looking at each other.
βHow many more times can I have you tonight?β he muses, lips curling into a smile.
βWe should take what we can. Before we depart. Return to our lives,β you answer.
βYou think Iβm letting you go, cyarβika?β counters Boba.
You shift to see him better. βIsnβt that what has to happen?β
Β Bobaβs mouth forms in a wide grin. βNo. You might return to your books, but when I come calling, I expect to be treated like this.β He lightly thrusts, and you whimper. Heβs growing hard again. Needy.
βBoba,β you groan, arching into him.
He kisses your shoulder. Kisses the dip and then your throat. βIβm never letting you go, cyarβika.β
β sum. when theyβre both 10s but theyβre also vampires. hungry blood-thirsty vampires whoβll stop at nothing to claim you. with how sweet you taste though, maybe humans arenβt so bad after all.
not everyday do you have a century plus old vampire between your legs β a vampire who you were actually supposed to exterminate for a pricey reward that was held over his head. both heads. but oh, you were so screwed. not even three days in of getting your official vampire hunter license and you already failed.
rule number one stupid girl: never fuck the vampire. rule number two: never fuck the vampires, plural.
but, you had a scent on you. an alluring fresh scent that made the sukuna ryomen fall weak to his knees. the fragrantβwhatever it was smelled very lush with a sprinkled spice of vanilla. it irked him badly, and what irked him the most was the simple fact that he was feeling quite . . parched.
heβs starved, and itβs been a while since heβs had a quenched thirst and satisfied appetite. vampires usually had it roughβespecially sukuna, because heβd usually spend most of his years hibernating, and he could live without blood . . for a certain amount of years before he comes well, feral.
but that all changed until you came along, and long story shortβhere you were sprawled out over his throne with your legs wide open.
βwoman,β he snarls, buried right between your thighs. sable honed claws gingerly caress against your skin before his long tongue drags itself out of your pudgy folds. βspread your cunt fβr me before i bite it off.β
βwhat if iβm into that?β you sheepishly hum, feeling a tear of sweat trickle down your quirked brow. but right as you let off your cheeky remark, a big hand swats at your sopping entrance hard, earning a whimper from your mouth. so wet, your squelches ring through his rusted victorian walls.
sukuna snarls at you, crimson ruby eyes boring into your soul practically before with a sobbing creak, his chamber door opens. the hinges were whining as it unbolts and peeked out was whom you assumed to the other vampire, kamo choso.
you did research on them bothβespecially choso.
even though both of them were classified as dangerous notorious special grades with huge bounties placed on each of their heads dead or alive, choso was worth far more. you always did want to know why though.
heβs even prettier than person. choso was dressed in nothing but dark toned yet elegant dim clothing. both of their styles were strictly victorian-esque. chosoβs hair was slightly matted and down, flowing past his tense shoulders. as unkempt dark strands went through his eyes, it created an attractive a shaggy wolf cut look. βoh,β he timidly murmurs, his eyes averting toward sukuna then at you.
a human,
his heart started to race and he could feel the inside of his mouth salivate with a minuscule amount of water. choso openly stares for a lengthy amount of seconds before nibbling on his tongue with his fangs. with the way he scoffs under his breath and how his body language grows stiff β you can tell, heβs jealous.
βam i .. interrupting, sukuna?β
sukuna groans internally, his tongue still attached to your swollen clit. you were closeβhe knew it from the way your breathing patterns started to grow irregular and you were struggling to stay still. as your feeble fingers resume to spread your soddened folds further apart for him, he slurps you clean, making all sorts of sloppy noises leave from his think pink lips. βmhm,β and he gives his comrade a side eye. βcβmere, choso. greet our new mealβeh, special guest.β
chosoβs gaze never leaves yours, and as he tucks his head underneath his cape, he kneels down beside sukuna. βh- hi,β he swallows thickly, trailing his bloodshot irises that dramatically dilated each second he spent staring at your body.
god, were you pretty.
βhi chβ fuck,β you moan, feeling sukunaβs fangs delicately brush near your cunt. it almost tickled but you werenβt laughing, and your thighs were on the verge of snapping shut. choso stands there, watching as his own whetted fangs dig into his pouty bottom lip. βchoso, do you wanna try too?β
βcan i?β he blurts eagerly, but he gets flustered the second he sees your lips curving into a soft smile. after all, embarrassment was always his best friend.
chosoβs kneeled right beside sukuna and he has an almost scowl marinating against his facial features. with a grumpy glower, heβs watching his partner act so greedy. the pink haired vampireβs got a chin thatβs just streaming with slick and he canβt help but pout.
itβs probably been decades since heβsince they encountered a vampire hunter, and now you were here. not only that, but choso was the entire opposite of sukuna. he doesnβt know the first thing on how to please a woman. βi mean . . is it okay, miss?β
sukuna snickers, briefly breaking his lips away before strumming a fat thumb down your drooling slit. βtch. such a wuss,β and his reddened gaze meets yours as a sly smile twists across the crevices of his lips. βexcuse him. heβs a bit, heh, inexperienced.β
βthatβs notββ it was, and choso lets off a cute frustrated huff but his demeanor softens the moment you claw a hand through his slightly matted wolfcut. dozens of loose tresses twirl between your fingers and he lets off a quiet purr, leaning into your touch. βmhm,β and he looks up at youβthen at your pretty swollen cunt that was just pulsing second after second.
so pretty, it almost looks like a flower. easily akin to a vanilla orchidβhe found himself about to drool the more he stared. choso was just millimeters away from a single taste and he couldnβt help but moan once he abruptly got a strong whiff of your candied balmy scent.
βitβs okay,β you murmur, trailing your middle finger down his tender scalp. sukunaβs right beside him, rolling his eyes whilst licking his spit-slick lips. as you remain slouched on sukunaβs primeval throneβyour legs sprawl out just a bit wider and you bite your lip. βgive it a little kiss.β
βy- yes, miss,β choso utters, and your eyes flicker down toward his lips. perfectly shapedβthey have somewhat of an almost natural pout as they purse togetherβrosy pink and quivering in anticipation.
as he moves his face closer between your legs, you let off a gasp once his plump wet lips gradually smooch against your clit. βhng,β he groans, the sap of your own slick stringing against his mouth. choso canβt help but sneak his tongue down your pulsating clit for a better taste and oh, the way his eyes rolled back. βs- so good.β
sukuna clicks his tongue, growing impatient as his sharpened claws dig into the thin wooly fabric of his burgundy-black cloak.
βthatβs itβgood, yeah,β you softly coo out, tightening your grip against his head just a little.
choso had no clue what he was doing and it was adorable. his tongue was just as long as sukunaβs, mirroring the same forked-like shape. the softly spiky texture makes you squirm and writhe, feeling pleasurable twinges surge all throughout every inch of your body.
βfuuckk,β you gasp, feeling him suck against your clit. itβs overly sensitive, and he moans, feeling you throb right in his mouth. βmhm, suck there. right there, baby.β
baby, he wasnβt used to such words of affection. petnames, what you might call it. chosoβs pointed ears cutely twitch and his nose wrinkles the second his sucking steadily intensifies. βmpmh,β and you can feel him taking a few seconds to sniff against your cunt once more.
βhe gets off to being praised,β sukuna huskily jabbers, watching choso turn absolutely pussy drunk within seconds. you could tell just from his expressions alone. that sly yet sleazy grin compressing near the corners of his mouth, hooded eyes and drooling profusely from the sides of his mouthβ
yeah, he was entirely weak. weak for you.
as his tongue slowly massages its way between the cracked slit of your pussy, he feels your grip in his hair tighten. βdoes he?β you utter, and you can hear a shuddering breath leave from chosoβs mouth.
he swallows thickly again, wondering when the part was gonna come. the part where youβd finish your job, your missionβout of all the vampire hunters heβs stumbled across, heβs never been between oneβs legs . . let alone being spared.
but he wasnβt complaining, not at all.
βmhm,β the older vampire sukuna grumbles, teasingly wrapping a hand around chosoβs broad neck. choso moans from his touch too, and sukuna brushes a thumb down the valley of his sensitive scalp. βhe canβt help it. praise him once and heβll finish right on the spoββ
βs.. sukuna,β choso glares, still having a mouth full of your cunt.
the squelches you made from each succulent suckle was quite loud, constantly reverberating through the ancient chamber walls. but oh, your taste was simply divine. unlike any cuisine heβs ever tried. choso would rate your pussy five stars if he could.
youβre so wet β sopping a pretty cascading stream that flows down his chiseled chin to where heβs literally just drowning in your cunt. choso was a quick learner though, despite having little to no experience.
a raw breath rips out of your lungs once you feel your thighs grow weak. his tongue extends a bit inside of your cunt, curling itβs way around and in zigzags to make your toes curl in surprising rapture.
βf- fuck, like that,β you whimper out, and suddenly a dark silhouette overshadows you. slowly, your eyes look up to see sukuna standing right over you with a cunning toothy leer.
your eyes rove down his dark cloak that covers his body entirely, although you couldnβt help but want to see more.
like mentioned beforeβyouβve done your research about them both. as a vampire hunter, it was well, required.
sukuna had to be over a few thousand years old with choso not that far from behind. βsilly, silly woman,β he tsks with a taunting head shake.
sukuna cups your chin and you moan once chosoβs hooked nose starts to brush up and down against your clit.
you meet the eyes of a blood-thirsty vampire whoβs got the most smuggest grin youβve ever seen. βyou know,β his voice seductively pitches low, and the rough bass that smooths underneath his tone makes you feel a wave of butterflies swarm near the pit of your stomach. a thumb swipes against your glossed lips before he bends, getting right close to your face level. βusually, this is the part where you kill us, you know that, right?β
βiβknow,β and for a second, you nearly let off a mewl once you feel chosoβs fangs softly nip against your tender cunt.
you were throbbing heavily, and heβs just slobbering all over your entrance just to lap it right back up back with his tongue like the feral animal he was.
it was cute how conflicted you were β your eyes didnβt know where to look, whom to focus on, nothing. .
even so, as your back remains reclined back against the timber-made throne, your brows furrow. heβs right, moments ago you should have pulled out your stake or firearm, getting rid of them and collecting quite a delicious sum of bounty for both of their heads - dead or alive.
but, as the thought struck you β why, why didnβt you finish them off. whatβs stopping you?
you didnβt know, and quite frankly, you didnβt care.
besides, it was technically only the first few days of your new job and something internally was screaming at you that this probably wasnβt your right field of expertise anyway.
and the fact that the βtargetβ you were supposed to eliminate was propped up between your legs was . . something.
hell, maybe it was even a sign.
βoh, i see,β sukuna huffs, sliding a thumb across your pursed lips, wanting your pout crease more. cute. βyou want more, that right, stupid girl?β a rough voice purrs out to you, and he can see the pout starting to form over your lips once you give him a slow nod. βyeah, yeah you do,β and he looks down at choso whoβs got his pretty flapping lashes closed, sliding a hand inside of his cloak.
heβs groaning against your cunt, stroking himself off and whimpering against your folds that sobbed for more. sukuna cups your chin, pressing your lips together. βi donβt speak nod. use those words, tell me what you want.β
βy.. you both,β and it comes out like a lewd broken whisper. by this point, you were shameless. itβs almost as if you were in a dreamβmaybe even a fan fiction.
as those fatal words leave from your lips, your eyes roll back once chosoβs continuing to slurp against your cunt - savoring each honeyed drop of your juices. heβs still on his knees as his pointed ears twitch from each whine and mewl that pours away from your lips.
sukuna groans under his breath, feeling himself get hard as he takes a few occasional glances.
chosoβs face was right up against your pussy, and he made sure to run and trace his tongue in every single spot that would make you sing out pretty βoohβ and βahβ's for him. heβs craved a good meal for the longest and the meal between your thighs was all that he really needed.
βgreedy girl,β sukuna grouses, lightly squeezing your chin, making you give him your attention back. ruby red eyes flicker toward your exposed nude neck β such precious skin all out and on display, a vampireβs favorite part of the body.
the thoughts of imagining what you tasted like from just a single bite clogged his entire brain. just a single drink of you - just one would have him probably at your mercy - no, he had to focus.
sukuna shakes his head with an annoyed grunt, pressing his head against yours as you lied back. βboth, huh? can you really handle that, princess?β
βyesββ
βlook at me when you speak, girl,β and you feel an overwhelming increase of thumps in your heart once heβs only inches away from pressing his lips against yours.
the eye contact was brutal - sensual.
his eyes lock onto yours and itβs as if youβre staring directly at a pool of bloody scarlet jewels. you could honestly get lost in sukunaβs eyes. such irises never leave yours and you gulp, looking him right in the eye before watching choso starting to bite near your thighs. βrepeat yourself, go on.β
with a shaky voice, you drag chosoβs head closer between your thighs before whining once he glides his forked tongue against your throbbing pearly nub. βi want you both. p.. please, wanβ you both.β
and the last thing youβd expect was for them to be eating you out β at the same damn time.
both vampires were propped up between your legs as youβre spread open with the cutest expression plastered on your face.
god, this was fucked.
as two forked tongues flick and swipe against your clit, nibbling on your tender gummy flesh, you let off the most melodic whine. it rips straight out of your throat, bouncing off the century old walls. the texture of both tongues β you felt the plush spikes that run against their tastebuds, feeling sukuna hold your nub hostage with choso trapping his your pretty clit with his fangs.
βfuck, βm so c- close,β youβd whine out, staring at them both as theyβre between your legs with hazy blown pupils. both of your hands fish through their hair, gasping heavily once they start to slurp nearly everything out of you at such at maddened pace.
it was one thing with teeth β but they had fangs, and they both made sure you felt the keen edges against your sopping cunt every single time.
βmmph,β choso mewls out, wrapping his mouth around your slick entrance. sukunaβs only a few kilometers apart, and the older vampire grunts once he tries to push him away. with pouty glossed lips, choso gives your clit a kiss before briefly departing. β βkuna,β he huffs cutely, and you watch as his chin has an even shiner coat of your arousal racing down. βyouβre beinβ greedy..β
βgood,β sukuna jibes, and you whimper loudly once his long tongue trails further down. it stops right once it reaches your winking hole. it was so long, it located places you didnβt even know could be reached. a fluttering feeling settled inside the very pits of your stomach before he spits on your cunt.
itβs a rude βpftβ and you watch as a syrupy strand dribbles down onto your heat. chosoβs lip quivers as he stares too, going back to touching himself.
he rarely touched himself β but when he did, it always felt heavenly. βcho,β he grouses, smearing a fat thumb against your cunt thatβs soaking up the dribbling saliva. βclean her off for me.β
chosoβs eyes widen. but he was too feral to reply, and as if his lips had a mind of itβs own, he leans in and letβs his mouth do the rest of the talking.
honey, your taste was almost equivalent to honey. choso whines against your clit as he drinks you clean, the soddened pure taste of you never departing from his tastebuds. he shamelessly laps up sukunaβs saliva that pours down your pudgy wet folds before softly thrusting his tongue in and out of your cunt.
βfuck,β you moan, feeling your legs starting to spasm. sukuna goes back between and theyβre both latching their pink pointed tongues against your tender muscle. you even watch as their tongues touch, getting tangled together and all. choso grows flustered and sukunaβs for the same sly smile on his lips, teasingly licking near chosoβs bottom lip before going back to your pussy.
squelch, you were so wet . . profusely drooling. with how wet you were, you were putting faucets to unruly shame.
your thighs were covered in various marks and as they both shared the same pussy drunk grin, thatβs when you finally snap.
right when the tip of sukunaβs forked tongue rudely thwacks against your sweetened g-spot, you end up gushing out right away. it creeps up on you like a jump scare, hitting you like a truck, an inevitable wave that came crashing down without warning.
βfuck, ngh oh my god!β and as youβre coming undone on their tongues, you were holding in a breath you didnβt even know you had.
seconds later as you gradually let go, your tummyβs continuing to heave from each exhilarated pant leaving from your lungs. with hooded eyelids fluttering, you end up spraying a sweet amount of sap onto the bottoms of their chins. sukuna snickers and choso quietly gaspsβ
βmy my,β sukuna hums, licking his tongue underneath his bottom lip, savoring the taste. βso the humanβs a squirter also, interesting,β and you couldnβt my stop panting.
your orgasm was loud, and it rang through each of the ancient walls that were so old that they were on the verge of crumbling down after centuries of standing tall. your own voice nearly shatters the victorian mirrors as you leisurely succumb into awaited pleasure, releasing your grip from their heads. you glance down and see sukuna already staring at you, giving your cunt one final kiss. βcute, think iβll take my time with you, princess.β
choso pouts, panting himself as his tongue licks near the crevice of his lips. βy.. you mean us, βkuna.β
sukuna rolls his eyes with a grimacing scowl. βeh, right.β
many moments later β once youβre lightly thrown on sukunaβs king sized bed, you gulp.
now you were fucked.
they were more hungrier than ever, especially choso. the taste of your sweet cunt still lingers and his mouth, on his tongueβand he only imagined how sweeter your sacred blood must be.
βchoso, watch me,β sukuna gruffs, and you let him flip your body over. landing into the cushions with a soft βoofβ your cheek gets pressed against a velvet pillow. βhumans are fragile, so you donβt wanna break βem too bad,β and you moan once his hand swats against your bare ass. the recoil makes your entire body tense and you chew on your lip, quietly wishing heβd spank you again.
you werenβt really wearing anything except for maybe a black skirt that was now torn to practical shreds and a blouse that was halfway raised toward the top. as sukuna shuffles a bit, he springs out his thick cock and oh, you could tell he was big just from hearing the stroking sounds from behind you.
he grunts, giving his veiny shaft a few ample pumps before aligning himself against your swollen entrance. βlook at herrrr,β he purrs, spreading your cunt apart with two fingers as your ass arched upward.
you were still drenched with your panties clinging toward the gummed crevices of your thighs. right as he toys with your dilating clit, he can hear the sloshing sounds make itβs return before darkly chuckling. βeager, isnβt she choso? her pretty pussyβs tryinβ to talk back. how quaint.β
βsukuna,β choso pouts, pushing him off. βlet me, i know how toββ and he pauses, his eyes intently gazing at your pulsing cunt.
he was still so hungry. he just wanted another taste. just one more slurp of your slick and heβll be satisfied. his thirst would be quenched. choso shakes his head, letting off a shaky sigh. βi know how t- to fuck.β
βhe doesnβt,β sukuna mouths to you in a cocky manner, getting in front of you.
the pink haired vampire stands near the edge of the bed, a hand cupping underneath your chin. βitβs okay, you can look,β he smugly says, feeling your eyes burn into his weighty length thatβs standing tall.
the shadow thatβs underneath it makes it appear even bigger, and oh, itβs not just big - itβs huge.
sukunaβs very thick with insane amounts of girth for days, and your eyes slowly flicker toward his pretty tip thatβs swollen. spurts of pre-cum seeping from his frenulum and you canβt help but give his tip a few greeting kisses. he sucks his teeth at the audacity, wide jaw tightening at your tender touch. the more you stare, you notice heβs got a bit of pink hair that curls it way around his fat base, almost forming a bush.
itβs unintentionally attractive, and you even found yourself gawking at his shaggy happy trail too. βtouch me more, woman,β he utters, as if he read your mind. his rough tone getting a bit softer. βgo βhead.β
as you wrap a hand around his cock, you can hear chosoβs sweet whimpers in the background. βoh, my,β and his sweltering hot tipβs just ghosting against your yearning slick entrance. you let off a hum, teasingly wriggling your ass a bit just to get a reaction out of him and you did. βugh,β he moans with an needy hiss following, sliding his flushed crownhead against your swallowing cunt. βkuna sheβs gonna m- make me cum.β
βthought you said you knew how to fuck?β sukuna titters, ogling as you slowly bring your plump lips up to his shaft.
with a grumble, choso kisses his teeth. βshut up,β and as his dick aligns itself between your swollen folds, he lets off a breathy sigh. βfuuuck,β he could feel you wholly trying to swallow him as he eases his way inside.
right there, choso felt a chill run down his spine. you were warm inside, and it makes him gnaw a fang down his quivering lip once his lengthy inches rummages farther. βhng, βs so good, sheβs so wet, βkuna,β he murmurs in a soft tone, his words that slide past his lips shaking from each breath.
hearing your own moans leave from your lips makes him harder. sukuna grunts, watching as you press another chaste kiss against his mushroomy tip.
lustrous strands of pre-cum stick against your lips and he groans, tight abs that hid within the inside of his cloak tensing right away. βthatβs it, βs all yours, princess,β and a hand of his paws itβs way onto the top of your head. once his dick starts to slowly disappear in your mouth, he lets off a near growl. whitened fangs poke from the outer parts of his lip before he feels your moan vibrate against his shaft. βmhm, atta girl. get it wet, spit on it.β
βhah, βm not gonna last,β choso breathlessly huffs, and with his hands gripping on both sides of your waist, heβs starting up a pace. itβs a slow pace that you could keep up with in terms of rhythm, but fuck was he big too.
choso had just as much of girth as sukuna did, maybe even more.
heβs stretching you out with just a few beginning thrusts and your eyes already widen. βmpmh,β and as your mouthβs full, cheeks all puffed from storing sukunaβs cock inside, you pull it out to allow a bit of drool pout from your lips and onto his tip.
the vampire flashes you a wolffish smile as his fingers softly massage down your scalp, his claws gingerly stroking against your tresses. your back was arched to a sudden with your body slightly raised, facing sukuna whilst your rear was focusing purely on choso.
sukuna studies your body, your pretty face, your fluttering flapping lashes, your tight tight throat thatβs making lewd noises every once in and while, but most importantly, he studies you.
it doesnβt take long before his fat cockhead starts to create βloveβ taps against your uvula. your eyes widen and you let off a tiny gargle at feeling him reach the roof of your mouth within no time, clawing your own hands into his beefy thighs.
βsuch a tight βlil throat for a pretty human,β he grunts, feeling you pop out his cock to lap up the remnants of your saliva.
chosoβs still plummeting into you from behind, giving you soft sensual strokes yet they soon turn rigorous and deep once he feels your ass slam into him. once your skin goes back against him, that was merely all it took for him to lose it. it makes his ears twitch even moreβand he whimpers, falling on love with your cunt right away.
itβs sloppy. already, youβre starting to stick and glue against his chiseled pelvis each time you rut back into him. chosoβs hips were downright filthy, and it only takes him a few minutes before heβs meticulously drilling into you at full speed. his cockβs precise, making sure to hunt and search through every part of your cunt with his aching tip.
βfuck,β he hisses, a sweaty palm of his giving your right ass cheek a squeeze. as he grabs a nice chunk of your ass, he canβt help but spank it.
but he feels bad afterwards so the sting shortly goes away once his palm caresses a few circles against your hot temple.
the recoil of your skin always mesmerized him - he found himself in a trance every time. simply put, you had him enticed.
choso moans again, feeling your warm body rock back into his at such an unsteady pace to where heβs stammering over his words. βs. . so pretty.β
βthe inside of her mouthβs even prettier,β sukuna sneers, and with a loud βpopβ, he removes his dick from out of your throat.
you pout, lolling out your tongue without him having to say anything and he hums in patent amusement. βainβt that right, princess?β and with a whack, his fat meaty tip slaps against your pink tongue.
you moan, and he slaps his flushed cock against your tongue three more times just to hear you whine for him to finish. βfuckinβ hungry, are ya, βlil hunter? you didnβt care about bounties, you just cared about gettinβ your sloppy cunt wet, huh.β
chosoβs breathing starts to pick up the longer heβs giving you such rough pivotal thrusts. you could feel him practically humping his weak hips into you, and heβs sniffling because he canβt believe humans felt this good inside.
βaw, are you mad, little human?β sukuna gruffly mocks, tracing a thumb over your arched brow.
the scowl that indents between the corners of your lips was adorable. βheh, how spoiled you must be. fine. open your mouth again,β and he views as you quickly comply, sticking out your tongue with your hands grabbing your neglected breasts that hid beneath your bra. βgood girl.β
this merely lasts for a century β not really, but it felt like it.
lightning like veins ran down sukunaβs cock and you felt them prod against your tongue, meanwhile chosoβs almost hysterical once he ends up dumping ribbons of cum into you. early at that, and heβs never been more embarrassed.
choso fucks you for a long while, and itβs until his thrusts against you becomes insignificantly sloppy and heβs overflowed your cunt with ropes of searing hot cum. itβs so much that it dribbles down your thighs, spritzing all on your clit and gluing against your skin like paste.
βngh, f- forgive me,β heβd whine, peering as sukunaβs finishing up himself.
with a feral growl, heβs fisting his cock just a few more times before itβs his turn to finish now. you got filled in both ways, and once the bitterly sweet taste of his seed mists into your mouth, you let off a moan. βgood . . good girl,β choso rubs the back of his neck, trying to mimic sukunaβs praises he did on you earlier.
youβre still on all fours and your eyelashes flutter as heβs continuing to spill out such slimy amounts of cum. the taste has a bit of a sugary tang that makes your nose crinkle. βswallow,β the older vampire murmurs, a long black claw of his softly caressing the edge of your lip.
a few droplets dribble from the corners of your lips once you obey, moaning once you feel choso unhurriedly pull out. heβs slow, feeling his chest heave out with a heavy sigh as your cunt letβs out a loud βpopβ after he gradually takes it out of you.
his tip was throbbing, and as he stared at his own cum oozing out of your swollen pussy, he canβt help but run a finger down it. you feel yourself clenching around nothing now and you canβt help but pout.
βtch. whereβs your manners, woman,β sukuna raises a pink slit brow, grabbing your chin. your lips still remain pouty due to how much heβs squeezing against your plump lips together and you let off a whimper.
crisp air sets against your bare ass and skin as you meet his carmine-red gaze. βyouβre supposed to say βthank youβ for the meal. go on.β
βt . . thank you, βkuna,β you softly snivel, feeling yourself pulse the more choso runs his finger down your flabby folds. heβs touchy, his fingers felt hot and shocking like static - and the more he maneuvers tiny circles around your clit, the more you felt your knees starting to grow weaker again.
βhn.β is all he replies with, and just when you thought they were finished β they werenβt.
you said you wanted both of them, not just one but two. and you know what they always say, the more the merrier . . right?
but itβs a bit different when the βmerrierβ involves two ancient cocks.
to say you got stretched to the very fullest was merely an understatement. they each took turns with you, round after round after fucking round . .
your legs felt practically nonexistent, and every time theyβd dump a knot into your sweet cunt, youβd feel like you were about to burst. round after round after round, theyβd coax out orgasms out of you like it was nothingβespecially sukuna.
choso was the one whining in your ear, whining even louder than you sometimes. he couldnβt help it, especially with how good your pussy wrapped around his dick so freely. it was a feeling he doesnβt think heβs ever experiencedβand if he did, it was a long long time ago anyway.
but now, you were preparing to take them both at the same time. the thrill of the thought alone makes your thighs shudder as sukunaβs sinking his thick cock into you. already, he feels you gaping and you canβt help but moan at the elastic stretch unfurling wider and wider. .
the pink haired vampire was propped behind you while chosoβs lying flat back against the sofa. itβs a pretty view, and chosoβs staring right into your eyes. your pretty eyesβheβs never been one to lust over a mere human, but it was just something about you. with you, it was different.
sukuna on the the other handβhe couldnβt really care less. heβs centuries old and itβs been what, a decades since heβs got laid? it was just who he was - but he wouldnβt mind keeping you around for a while.
for centuries, the two of them lived their tedious lives inside of what appeared to be some kind of abandoned castleβyou actually ended up stumbling upon it in the forest by accident while looking for them. the vampires you were supposed to kill, and yet here you were, about to be double stuffed by both of them.
βnice βn easy you two. biiiig fuckinβ stretch,β sukuna gruffs, wrapping a big hand around his hardened cock.
itβs flushed and veiny from the rigid sides, florid from the crowned tip with a ruby shade as heβs still getting over his recent orgasm. youβre sopping, your cuntβs crying for more and the sloshes that sang out from your folds only grew louder the more heβs burying himself inside of your gummy pasty walls. βchoso, youβre not gonna faint again, are ya?β
βs- shut up,β choso grumbles, a rosy tiny spraying a half part of his face. as choso aligns himself between your entrance also, he letβs off a low sigh at the welcoming squelch your pussy make.
βpopβ and fuck, could he listen to that all day. just the sloppy noises you madeβto him, that was music in itself. βgod, βm still so sensitive, m- mistress.β
with a sheepish hum, you cup both sides of his face, speaking in a teasing tone. βmistress?β
βiββ choso pauses, a vermillion flush spraying over his entire face. fuck, his words slipped, and heβs felt that wave of embarrassed returning right away.
it was adorable though, and as you continue to bare around both of their cocks, he canβt help but lean into your tender touch. βi mean-β
βno, itβs okay,β you reassure him, moaning once your bare ass gets a swift rude swat from sukunaβs palm. within no time, youβre starting to move your hips again, feeling yourself get stuffed in all orifices.
your sheeny-slicked lips part into a gasping βoβ once you feel sukuna then rub a hand against your clit. βfuck,β you whine, and sukuna hisses himself once he feels your clingy grip around his cock tighten. his hips were sharp, and it doesnβt take long before you start to match his deranged rhythm. averting your eyes back toward choso whoβs laid back so prettily on the bed underneath you, speak in a soft voice. β βs okay, you can call me that.β
βyeah, cho. call the pretty girl βmistressβ, heh.β sukuna derides.
with a cute grouse, choso glares at sukunaβbut his expression quickly falters once you fall into his chest, slumping into his body. his tight sculptured abs that resembled a greek god peeks through his victorian inky cloak ghost against you and a bit of hair from his happy trail tickles against your tummy.
βshut . . up,β he grumbles at sukuna, but now itβs his turn to cup your face. βm- mistress,β and a thumb of his runs against your cheek.
sukuna groans from behind you both as heβs fucking you from behindβhis deep pivotal strokes slowly weakening due to how sensitive he was. it almost stings, but with the way your cuntβs holding him hostage for all its worth, he just couldnβt stop.
βhm,β your eyes meet the dark haired vampire and his bottom lip quivers. just your stare alone was enough to drive him up the first street of insanity.
youβve done quite your fair share amount of research on these two and what the media reports about them in the papers always shocks you. they typically always describe them as the βblood-thirsty duoβ monsters who would mercilessly tear limb from limb off of anyone who dares cross their path.
funnily enough, they said the most heinous things about choso in particularβbut now that you were quite literally being filled with them both in each hole, choso was more sweet than anything. the papers described him as a ruthless blood-sucking vampire but he was the sweetestβespecially whenever heβs overstimmed and whiny.
and sukuna . . heβs sukuna.
but you were still aliveβso that was something, right?
βcan . . may i,β and it takes you a moment to realize what heβs asking for.
choso wants to kiss you, and you can tell by the way his big wide eyes continue to flicker toward your own eyes, then back toward your glossed plump lips. he wanted a taste, he needed it.
βy- yeah,β you moan, feeling sukunaβs heavy cock reach an even deeper angle inside of you. youβre taking them both, feeling your entire legs get weaker by the second but that feeling suddenly disintegrates once choso presses his lips onto yours.
itβs a sultry hot kiss. a kiss that heβs been longing to do ever since he walked in on you and sukuna. chosoβs forked tongue delves more into your mouth as youβre riding him with sukuna guiding your hips in place.
itβs sloppy, and heβs been pathetically aching for more of a taste from you for the longest. choso wasnβt fond of sharing you with sukunaβhe wished it was you and him, but he couldnβt complain. at least he wasnβt going to complain yet.
βmmh,β you moan into his mouth, feeling his scarred hands softly caress near your breasts that poke through your bra. choso whines, nipping at your tongue with his serrated-sharp fangs before he lets off a gasp.
βngh, oh fuck,β choso whimpers between your lips and deprived kisses. his arms end up enveloping around your waist, holding you close as sukunaβs driving his cock into you as such a crazed speed from behind.
as your lashes stick together briefly β they flutter shut before opening again. glancing up with droopy eyes, you watch as chosoβs currently grabbing onto the wooden creaking headboard, a plethora of veins bulging down his swole biceps.
sukuna grunts behind your ear and within seconds later, heβs taking a playful harmless chomp out of your left shoulder blade.
your skin - so sweet, and his pronged tongue swirls its way around the fang marks that starts to form before choso ends up cumming early again.
βfuck, fuck,β choso whines, feeling his chest tighten. your pussy had them both weak, especially with choso more than anything, because he fills you up with another knot that exudes its way deep inside. it shoots out fast, pouring into you before a few remnants trickle down the crevices of your inner thighs.
your deadened legs struggle to stay open and he brings another needy wet kiss to your lips before he starts panting. βi- i need, need more,β and his eyes stare at your neck. βplease, just a taste.β
βwait your turn, choso,β sukuna snarls, pulling you back to sink his fangs further into your skin. oh, they were fighting over you. choso lets off a cute huff before ignoring sukuna, glancing at you.
his eyes and pouty quivering lips were telling you βpleaseβ, and as you continued to slowly jerk your hips against them both, you let off a soft bashful, βg. . go ahead.β
but chosoβs still cumming tooβhis ropes of cum was so sweet and came out so smoothly that itβs like he was pouring molasses of syrupy ribbons into you.
within a blink of an eye, it pumps into you raw, and choso nearly loses it once his fangs pierce down into the right side of your neck. βah,β he whimpers, hot breath fanning against your skin. softly, his sharp fangs delicately nip into your sweet toothsome skin and it feels like a tiny prick.
you moan as youβre barely moving anymore, but theyβre both still very deep inside, keeping each sloppy aperture of yours very, very busy.
βso dramatic,β sukuna rolls his eyes, a feeling of jealousy washing over him. youβre squeezing around him tight and he groans, clawing a few fingers toward your chest and unclasping your bra.
with hungry claret eyes that favors the color of rich red wine, he openly gawks as your breasts spring free and he gingerly pinches one of your perked nipples. βlook at these girls, so perfect,β and you moan at his touch.
choso on the other hand looked so pretty. heβs still enjoying his βmealβ and the second his fangs cut deep enough into your skin, he tastes that sprinkle of metallic sweetness before he ends up cumming again.
heβs cumming while heβs feeding off of you β drinking your lusciously appetizing blood, and he hasnβt had a fill as good as this in probably centuries.
itβs so good that his mouth was watering, and the vampire loses his momentum before slouching further back with his teeth still attached to your skin like velcro. a pout curls against his lips as he makes you grind back into him, feeling both cocks stretch you open even more. βmh,β he whimpers, honed edges of his fangs creating various marks. you couldnβt wait to look at it later.
sukunaβs still fondling your tits and cupping them with both side hands before he bites near the other side of your neck, showering the exposed part of your skin with a multitude of kisses.
βcareful, princess. youβre gonna break him,β he whispers in a raspy tone, and a hand of his trails further down between your legs.
βs- shut up, sukuβ fuck,β choso whines, and itβs an even larger knot than before.
itβs hot before it pumps inside of you yet again, filling you to the very peak. creamy globs of it race down your thighs as his mouthβs still clinging onto your bare shoulder blade. your taste, it was so rich . . so succulent.
your taste was almost so overbearing that it makes the flustered vampireβs eyes roll all the back until it reaches his skull, and heβs now feeling his dick twitching sporadically inside of you. βmistress, fuck. i- βs so much inside of you, f . . forgive me.β
he ends up shooting a huge load inside that stirs the insides of your flittering tummy. you were sure some even reached deep into womb, you wouldnβt be surprised due to just how big they both were.
but even so, and you couldnβt help but ponder . . could vampires get humans pregnant?
you didnβt plan on it, but that reality of being stuffed full of each of them made your stomach churn with a pool of butterflies living inside, swarming all around and fluttering at just the lewd thought of it all. you were filled to the very max - the very brim, and it leaves you panting for more.
you all remain like that until sukuna finally pries you off of choso, crimson eyes gazing at the mess that spills between your thighs. βtsk. how filthy,β and you land on your back, staring up at the two vampires who share the same blood-lust gaze.
βspread βem again, princess. least we can do is clean ya up,β and he nudges choso whoβs just lied flat against the bed, still in aweβstarstruck.
your pussy probably did break him.
βchoso. cβmere,β he snaps in his face, and the dark haired vampire blinks thrice, returning back to reality. he groans, sitting up with sheets of sweat racing down each sides of his face. βour girl needβs cleaning.β
βo- oh, right,β he quietly stammers, a bit of your blood from earlier staining his pink lips. a permanent pout remains on his mouth before he licks them clean, and he canβt help but lean in, giving you one more kiss.
your heart swoons, and as you return the embrace. milliseconds pass and you gradually start to feel sukuna spreading your legs, ogling at the mess they created, the mess thatβs pumped into you fully.
velvety ribbons of cum racing down each of your thighs, you were still throbbing ferociously and you let off a moan once you swipe your tongue across chosoβs lips, relishing in the taste of your own sweet irony blood.
as your tongues vigorously twirl around each, trying to assert dominance between each twisting muscleβyou let off a whimper in chosoβs mouth once you feel sukunaβs breath aerate against your clit.
without even batting an eye, he starts to lap the cum out between your puffy folds before he gives it one loooong suck. your chest automatically heaves in and out before your arms wrap around chosoβs broad shoulders, tangling saliva strands together and creating lustrous sleek cobwebs.
but, as your lips were locked against choso, you feel something between your legs. sukuna gives your pussy one long sniff, then he does it again, and one more time before gifting it a pat. βoh. .β
choso nibbles at your bottom lip with his fangs before sukuna meanly spanks your cunt. a bit of your own slick sprays against his palm and he hums.
βchoso,β he huskily says, teasingly pointing the end of his claw near your pulsating clit. it was hovering over your entrance . . and still, you let off a whimper at the sensitive feeling. βi think i know why our pretty girl smelled so good all this time.β
βhuh,β the dark haired vampire briefly pulls away, panting heavily just as you. choso glances down at sukuna before feeling his chest cave in and out. βw . . why, sukuna?β
you look down at sukuna, your brows contorting into a curious look yourself.
sukuna gives your sopping cunt one long stare before giving it a kiss. βmwah,β and you moan, watching as wet strands peel away from your pudgy folds and glue back onto his mouth.
heβs sloppy, and he couldnβt care less. the vampire rubs a circle around your entrance before snickering darkly.
βbecause,β and he spanks your pussy once more time before playfully putting his fangs against your clit as if he was about to bite you. with a dull expression, sukuna leans in to smell between your legs one more time before whispering against your clit.
zoro was a sizable man. he was neither towering nor lean, more often than not short in comparison to the opponents he faced in the new world. his height remained above average for a common man, yet it was not length that made him; it was width. one had no need for a ten foot stature if the forethought disadvantage happened to be compensated with strength β and that was the one thing zoro did not lack in. muscles the size of a head and a body made for largeness, it was of no surprise that the same statement applied to his cock.
zoro was not prone to over-compensating competition with other men when it came to size, however, whenever the shitty cook was concerned, he was not beyond it either. sharing baths was a common activity, and heβd be caught dead before admitting to checking curlyβs length β but he did. sanji was longer; whereas zoro was larger. he figured the other manβs cock would slide easier, cause less struggle, and when such thought traveled to you, zoroβs mood was quick to sour.
his yearning was nowhere near hidden. eyes trailed to your figure; a never-ending hunger; the redoubled effort to protect you alone. wasted months as a pirate-hunter, previous to the acceptance of an offer that would grant him the iridescent value of life, were but a blur of steel and blood; the meaningless pursuit of foreordained woe. a famished beast wielding sharp canines was unfit to claim the passionate touch of another, for it was meant to maim rather than to sooth. yet, under the golden grace of his captainβs command, zoro had become neither a hound nor a fiend. he was the fierce protector; the shield and the sword that soared above those deserving of his strength.
the acceptance of such character had cost him months of lonesome pondering. yearning for one he could not have; finding himself an ogre daring to dream about a deityβs kiss. being separated from the crew had countless disadvantages, but perhaps distance could present a cure for the enchantment you had placed on him.
he was β as expected β wrong.
the castle zoro had been sent to was one of many hallways and rooms, ensuring considerable privacy if one was to disconsider the ghost womanβs antics. whenever he was spent from training, a phantom at night secured under covers, his hand would trail itself to his aching cock, testing the waters; finding what pleased him the most.
youβd then invade his thoughts as though a promise of heavenly bliss. his hands were rougher; calluses born from a life of sword-wielding. his grip was brutal; his pace relentless. the length not fitting quite well around his palm, inches left uncovered. zoro would lose himself in the image of your struggle β tear-stained face and wide-opened mouth, the recurrent effort of swallowing him whole. heβd picture his hands on your head; your nose against his pubic hair. zoro would then rut his hips, pleasure born from the sound of your gagging, muffled by his cock. youβd whine and scratch at the flesh of his thighs; a trail of thin, pale, rose marking the muscles as yours to ruin. glossy eyes aimed at him, spit dripping down your chin. his bliss thereafter would be thundering, and though his load would cascade from his restless palm to his abdomen, zoro dreamt that it was meeting your tongue and face instead; coating your figure with spurs of white.
the act was recurrent. two years coated in training and masturbating. re-encountering you β the muse whose sacredness he dreamt of ruining β, zoro failed to return to the previous camaraderie. he withstood but six agonizing days before claiming your lips on the crowβs nest, the pent-up desire clouding logic. yet, the you from his subconscious β fucked-up, writhing, struggling β proved to be easier to ruin. zoro struggled to convey the idea of doing it so to the real you, meaning that, while your relationship was anything but cold, it wasnβt as passionate as youβd figured would be.
zoro feared his length to be an unwanted monstrosity; an overbearing amount of flesh. you were eager to prove him wrong.
his usual nightwatch approached, accompanied by guaranteed six hours of alone-time with your swordsman. when zoro reached the crowβs nest, a bottle of cheap sake in hand, and found you sitting the couch with a sly glint to your eyes, he seemed conflicted β both fearful and excited. you tapped on the cushion, and he grinned in faux confidence upon his approach.
zoroβs teeth dug on the cork and he spat it out, drowning his nervousness with awful-tasting alcohol. a solitaire string slipped past his parted lips to drip down his chain, a droplet of it resting on his clothed thigh. your fingers gripped the fabric of your shorts, not quite enough to contain the desire.
βhow was your day?β he inquired, amused by your reaction.
βsolid, nothing worth-sharing,β you rasped, glancing at his lips. βwhat about yours?β
βitβs better now,β he answered, intonation carrying a smoothness enough to leave you flustered.
zoro grabbed a fistful of your thigh before guiding your legs to his lap, making himself a tool for your rest. another swig; a renewed cascate of alcohol sailing through the rough seas of tanned skin.
βcame to sleep with me?β zoro teased, tapping his fingers on your leg without proper rhythm. it was a double-edged sword hidden amidst inoffensive silk; ambiguous inquiry meant to embarrass, for he had never dared to surrender to lust. yet.
βtrying to, but youβre a hard shell to crack,β you blurted, fearing the possible loss of bravery.
the bottle hovered mid-path; damp glass meeting chapped lips. zoro held himself with certain astonishment, unplaced doubt whose roots you could not find. he cleared his throat, perhaps pondering on a suitable approach for subject shift. you were swifter, readjusting the angle of your legs in order to sit on his lap.
zoroβs heartbeat was a wild flutter of butterfly wings under the touch. he shuddered when your lips were dragged through the flesh, tender kisses with warm tongue following-in-suit. you resisted the urge to recoil at the bitter taste of sake, smearing your palate as you wiped his chin clean. you blew a gust of air over his earrings, teeth around cheap gold.
his free, calloused palm gripped the covered flesh of your ass, the back of his head resting on the wall as zoro guided your movements; a grunt at the leisure roll of your hips.
your fingers toyed with the hems of his kimono, parting it open. the sleeves hang on his forearms before zoro freed his upper figure from the fabric altogether, allowing it to pool on his hips. your lips left a trail of kisses in its wake, hickeys drawn from his collarbone to the thin, large, scarred tissue on his chest. zoro groaned, muffling a pathetic moan with the swallowing of sake.
your figure retreated, coating his flesh with saliva, adoring the sword-wound who had once been fresh and bloodied, skin relinquishing to anotherβs blade. the scar was a symbol of his survival; the token of his dream. zoro had not once seen it past the image of strength, unable to convey it as an object worth-loving. yet, your lips held nothing but fondness, and that had been his uttermost undoing.
zoroβs cock hardened, a constant poking under the weight of your ass. his hips rutted after a particular swirl of tongue around his nipple, and he grew desperate; a tender attempt to nudge you away.
your fists clenched around his muscles, face pressed against his chest. you looked up at him, a voice coated in confusion. βwhat is the matter?β
zoroβs lips parted, yet his voice was lost when a particular roll of your hips dragged your cunt above his aching cock. his eyes trailed down to the covered bulge, breathless at the idealization of what was to come.
βzoro,β you hummed, brushing your cheek against his muscular frame.
βitβs too large,β he grunted, gripping the bottle. βyou will hurt.β
you were confused, biting it down. the frustrating hesitation from his part; the absence of lustful touches. for the briefest instances, you were drawn to believe that he deemed you unattractive. yet, all could be resumed by his fear of bringing you pain. it was adorable, although not what you had the need for whatsoever. for there was a looming beast, starved and yearning for a decent prey.
βof course it will,β you grinned, aiming to provoke the creature under the man. βyou would be a disappointment otherwise.β
his demeanor shifted, tenderness vanishing amidst a gust of wind. zoro leaned back, drowning down a considerable amount of sake. he raised an eyebrow; challenging, demanding.
βwhat are you waiting for?β he grunted, gripping the back of your head; tearing your face off his warmth. βget on your knees and work.β
your legs clenched at the command, and your figure slipped to the ground; knees pressed against the harsh wood. your figure arched, so as to offer him the clear sight of your ass. zoro grunted, pressing your face against his covered member.
βdonβt make me spell it out for you,β he rasped, curling his fingers in a bruising grip. βstrip me.β
zoro made no efforts to aid you in such a task. you undid the knot of his kimono; tugged on his haramaki; removed his pants and underwear all but enough to witness the sight of his leaking shaft slapping against his abdomen.
he was not one to trim. the extension was curved; prominent veins twitching the second you had licked your lips. the tip was of violent swolleness, urging to be touched. the source of previous apprehension shone clearer, for zoro β although not quite as long β, was far larger; enough to stuff your mouth full.
βdone watchinβ?β he mocked, wiping a drop of sake from the corner of his lips. βall bark and no bite?β
he was offered a glint of faux innocence, your lips parting to produce yet another provocation. zoro had clutched the opportunity then, shoving his member inside, groaning at the warmth of your mouth wrapped around him.
a snap of his hips had pushed his length further, his tip brushing the back of your throat. you gagged, overcome with shock. tears rolled down your cheeks, and you struggled against his grip, a failed attempt at retreat. zoro pushed you back, suffocating your nose with his pubic hair; halting the flux of air with his cock. you moaned around him, squirming under his strength.
βlook at you,β he cooed, caressing your chin with his thumb. βwasnβt i the one at risk to disappoint? canβt handle it, can you?β
obscured spots overcame the crystalline tears, clouded vision and an aching head as you were drawn closer to unconsciousness. zoro laughed, pulling you back. your burning chest filled itself with oxygen, desperate gasps and coughs all but amusing him further.
βopen up,β he snapped, inserting a thumb inside your mouth and parting your jaw. zoro angled the bottle and poured sake on your tongue, liquid-fire igniting your throat. once he had enough, he pushed your chin up, forcing your lips sealed. βswallow.β
you obeyed, a slap of his cock meeting the side of your face. he teased his tip on the entrance of your mouth, gripping your nape. you gave him the desired access, and without an inch of hesitation, zoro filled you with his cock. no longer unused to his largeness, you began with swirling movements of your tongue, wetting the twitching veins; hollowing your cheeks to increase the pressure.
zoro groaned with unthought loudness, raising his hips to force himself deeper. one hand massaged his ball; nails dug on his thigh, scratching the surface, fresh blood pouring from the muscular flesh. his tip teased your uvula, returning to the tip of your tongue before reaching the end yet again. the up-and-down bobbing of your head was a constant; repetitive sounds of your gagging.
spit dripped down your chin, the salt of his essence nudging your palate. zoro chugged down the remaining sake, moaning as he glanced at your tear-stricken face; sweat and spit and pre-cum maiming the sculpture of your being.
βnghβ βm close,β he warned, snapping his hips and forcing himself further, uncaring as to whether or not you had relaxed your throat to receive his largeness.
you hummed around him, shutting your eyes in order to appreciate the entirety of his bliss. zoro snarled, snapping. βdonβt you dare close your eyes. i want you to see me.β
your lungs burned, pooled tears. zoro was but a hazed image, though you could see the pleased glint in his eyes, the face contorting with the thrill of desire.
βyou will swallow,β he stated, his head falling into the wall. zoro clenched the muscles of his abdomen, offering you a clear sight of his bobbing throat. βyouβre close to passing out, arenβt you? i will fuck you unconscious if you do.β
you whimpered, failing to nod as zoroβs load drowned your throat and tongue. swallowing it all was but impossible, multiple strings of white dripping past your lips; traveling down your chin and throat. the removal of his cock left your mouth oddly empty, and zoro dragged your body to his lap, pressing you against his figure. he placed a hand above your chest, guaranteeing that your heart and breathing were steadying.
zoroβs thumb pushed his essence yet again into your mouth, humming when you offered him the sight of your tongue, stained with his cum.
βnot a disappointment at all,β he mused, kissing your temple. βi wonder, does your cunt stretch as much as your mouth?β
β πββ¬ : zoro fuck my mouth challenge. happy second day of kinktober!
Readers when the hot alien/monster wants to take them to their planet, sex them up with their unique schlongs, knock them up, and treat them like royalty for the rest of their lives:
ππΆπππΎπππΒ β‘οΈ : mdni----- unedited,Β NSFW,Β explicit content, teratophilia, orc/royalty!human, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, spit kink, sloppy kisses, size difference, somnophilia, slight voyeurism, orcish, reader loses all forms of etiquette and just babbles-- stupidly, belly bulge. ββ α’..α’β
πππππΆππ β‘οΈ: as royalty it's your duty to marry and provide heirs for the kingdom, however, your parents have a different plan for you.
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Β πΉor as long as you can remember, you have been allured by the forbidden. Whenever your parents commanded you to abstain from a certain act or sternly prohibited you from engaging in another, it ignited a fervor within your being. And inevitably, you succumbed to its allure.
Your relationship with your parents was not a harmonious one. From the time you were but a child, they made it abundantly clear that you were not conceived out of their love for one another, but rather out of an obligation to the throne. To them, you were an inconvenience, a mere hindrance that they longed to be rid of. Thus, you existed in a perpetual state of unease, forever uncertain of their next move.
The castle bustled with activity this week, the number of knights seemed to have multiplied, and your encounters with your parents grew scarce. Your daily meals together became non-existent- not that you were complaining. Instead, during supper, they scorned and mocked youβdrawing comparisons to your elder cousin who had recently become betrothed to a Duke. You were aware that they would arrange a marriage for you; it was inevitable, but you hoped it would be to someone who would eventually cherish you as you would them.
Verily, this day seemed naught but a replica of the day priorβa day draped in melancholy. The heavens were adorned with clouds of a somber ashy hue, obscuring the radiant sun in its entirety, and permitting but a scant ray of light to penetrate. You lay sprawled on your bed; the clamor from beyond your door kept you from getting any sleep, so you opt to lay there, eyes shut and breathing even.
The two hefty thuds at your door jolt you awake, your eyes snapping to the entrance. A servant girl stood there, her gaze piercing, and her upper lip curled in a sneer. "The King and Queen request your presence for a meal in the dining chamber."
You release a heavy sigh and nod. "Yes, I shall join them shortly, Nadia." she scoffs and closes the door with a soft thud. Rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes, you rose from your bed, slipping into your shoes with a sense of resignation. Hastily, you arranged your disheveled hair and adjusted your attire in the mirror, preparing yourself for the impending encounter. Finally, summoning your resolve, you embarked on the descent towards the dining hall.
Β Your stomach churns uncomfortably as you motion towards the knights, fingers twisting nervously as they swing open the heavy oak doors. Stepping into the chamber, you swiftly bow and linger there for a moment, awaiting permission to be seated. "Hail to the Sun and Moon of the realm." Your sire grunts and gestures for you to take a seat; you release a shaky breath and settle across from your mother, who pays you no mind.
Within the dining hall, a profound stillness prevails, accompanied solely by the gentle clatter of utensils upon porcelain plates. You dare to disrupt the silence, your heart constricting within your breast, burdened by your uneasiness. " Pray tell, have I heard true? Have the demons breached the borders, causing mayhem? Is that why the ranks of the noble knights have swelled in recent days?"
The older man looks up from his meal, steely eyes on your face. "I did not deem you astute enough to discern matters of such nature, but aye, it is true. The Orcs shall breach the barrier if we do not do something. The knights from Tvatian shall not grace us with their presence for a week's time, yet our defenses wane with each passing moment."
The sound of your mother's throat being cleared reverberates through the air, abruptly drawing your eyes towards her. "You shall soon attain the age of twenty, my dear. Do you have any intentions of entering into wedlock?" Her voice possesses a cloying sweetness, signifying her ulterior motives; she is forever scheming. As you carefully place your knife and fork on the table, you grant her your undivided focus. "Aye, mother," you reply, your words tinged with a touch of uncertainty.
With a disapproving click of her tongue, she gracefully lifted her goblet to her lips, attempting to conceal the mischievous grin that flickered across her features. "Verily, a little bird has whispered in my ear that Orcs take pleasure in having humans as mere playthings, using them as harlots and passing them amongst themselves. How dreadful."
Β Your hands clench beneath the table, and you struggle to suppress the bile that threatens to rise. Your heart thumps sporadically in your chest, almost painfully. What is she implying? "Pray tell, what is the essence of your words?"
"The royal family's expectations are not to be taken lightly, my child. If you persist in shirking your responsibilities by avoiding marriage and offspring, alternative measures must be considered. You shall be delivered to the head Orc at the border; mayhap that will pacify them until the Tavatian knights arrive." Your father had spoken this time, causing you to swiftly turn your gaze towards him. Tears welled up in your eyes, and a soft laughter escaped your lips. "Pray, father, assure me that you jest."
The answer lies within his silence. Your hands collide with the table, your head sways vehemently from side to side. "Nay, nay! You shall not subject me to this. What offense have I caused thee? I have obeyed all your commands unquestioningly, and you are planning toβ Nay, I shall not proceed."
As the succulent salmon dances on her fork, your mother's laughter fills the air, resonating with a warmth that belies the gravity of her words. "My dear child, you find yourself bereft of options. You shall be deemed a traitor to the noble lineage and condemned to perish before your very birthday." A lump lodges itself in your throat, and tears stream down your face, as you rue the moment you stepped out of your room. "For what reason do you bear such animosity towards me?"
"Escort her back to her chamber; she's giving me indigestion," your mother states with a grimace.Β The knights pause briefly, uncertain of how to guide you away. Dismissing them with a wave of your hand, you rise from your chair and exit the chamber, tears clouding your sight. The journey back is unsettling, with the maids gossiping and gesturing, their disdain evident on their faces, and their disapproving gazes following you.
The door is forcefully slammed shut behind you, and with great urgency, your feet carry you to your bed, where you collapse with a heavy sigh. Almost immediately, your pillow becomes saturated with the tears that pour forth, and you huddle into yourself, simply becoming smaller.Β
Β Β Indeed, you knew this would occur eventually, but you hadn't thought you would be handed over to some hideous monster who would likely slay you upon arrival. Violent sobs wrack your body, shaking you to the core, while your nose runs uncontrollably, the pillow muffles a scream of agony.
After half an hour had passed, you lay there, sleep welcoming you with warm arms. The answer to this puzzle would reveal itself upon your awakening.
β
Woken by the sound of shuffling, faint whispers, and delicate clinks, you remain motionless, filled with trepidation, and unwilling to stir from your position. You quickly clench your eyes shut upon hearing the intruder approach. As much as you desired to confront them, you were also intrigued to uncover their intentions within your room.
"Seize her limbs; we must transport her to the dungeon." In an instant, your heart falters, trembling fiercely, and for a moment, your breath is held captive. As your eyes snap open, the ceiling of your chamber looms above you. Swiftly, you strike at the person nearest to you, expressing gratitude to the gods as you hear their curse.
Emerging hastily from the confines of your bed, you sprint towards the exit, a shrill cry escaping your lips as a hand clutches your ankle. You descend abruptly, your chin colliding with the cold marble beneath, silently expressing gratitude for the prudent act of placing your tongue against the roof of your mouth in the final moments.
Β Β Β Swiftly flipping over, you kick frantically, tears streaming down your face as your legs are forcefully spread apart, and the assailant inserts themselves between your thighs, seizing hold of your arms.
Your vision blurs as a heavy slap is brought across your face. The brief respite from your struggle grants the assailants the opportunity to lay a cloth upon your nostrils. Your eyes flutter shut, darkness casting a shadow upon your vision. The feel of your body being lifted is the only thing you remember.
Within the confines of the cell, you find yourself in a state of contemplation, your head gently leaning against the cold metal bars. The sharp sound of heels striking the ground causes you to straighten up. The passage of time remains elusive, yet the atmosphere hints at the arrival of a new day, shrouded in the quiet of dawn.
Your mother's face came into view, causing you to sneer in disdain as you buried your head in your knees, refusing to meet her gaze. The very sound of her voice sent shivers down your spine, igniting a mixture of anger and sorrow within you. She callously auctioned you off, displaying a complete lack of concern for your well-being.
"I reckoned it would be preferable for you to don your best attire, but it would be futile. A watchman shall be present shortly to guide you to the border, make no disturbance, do you understand? 'Twould be unsightly if you do."
You ignore her, but deep down, you are filled with dread to venture towards the border. You longed to weep and plead with her to refrain from sending you, but it would only wound your pride. Instead, she smiles and draws nigh unto the prison bars. "When we emerge victorious in this war, and if you are still breathing, I shall dispatch you to a brothel. I couldn't possibly have such a defiled child. Revel in your sojourn there, my dear."
The clatter-clack of her footwear slowly vanishing into the distance brings forth a torrent of tears. Why must this befall you? What sin have you committed to warrant such treatment? The jingle-jangle of keys catches your attention; the guard stands before you with a look of pity. "Your majesty, the time has arrived."
You nod in a pitiful manner and rise from the ground, using your soiled hands to dry your tears, leaving traces of dirt on your cheeks. As you draw near to the guard,Β he pulls down his sleeve and tenderly wipes your cheeks with a sympathetic smile. You bow softly in gratitude and proceed to walk with him to the carriage.
He assists you inside and closes the door; a click prompts you to peer through the tiny gap. A lock secures the door; as you lock eyes with the guard, he merely sighs and shakes his head. "The Queen has requested this. I beg your pardon, Your Majesty."Β
Β Β You remain silent, leaning back in the seat and staring blankly at the castle. You see your father standing at his office window, observing. You avoid his gaze, curling up in the seat. Then, as the carriage sets in motion, your heart swells, and tears flow.
The carriage's abrupt jolt awakens you from your nap; the sun is just beginning to descend, signaling the end of a day filled with endless riding. The only noise is the steady trot of the horses and the occasional whisper of the soldiers. Have you arrived already? You swallow nervously and flinch as the door is forcefully opened. "We have arrived, your highness."
You nod and sit up, clasping his hand to disembark from the carriage. Your eyes swiftly survey the surroundings. Despite the tales, the border seemed relatively serene. You couldn't hear anything from beyond the wall. At length, a throat is cleared,Β causing you to look up, and the guard beckons you along. You hesitate for only a moment before fortifying your resolve and walking forward.
After much anticipation, the distant voices grow more distinct. "Captain, 'tis here! Shall we unseal the gates?" The clamor of the ponderous wheels turning and ascending is loud in your ears. The gate opens enough to allow your passage beneath. They weren't wasting time at all. The guard places a hand on your lower back and pushes you forward gently. "The Orc General has agreed to receive you; he's on the other side waiting."
You suppress the lump in your throat and proceed, every gaze fixed upon you. The wall loomed thick and intimidating,Β and you couldn't shake off the fear of it collapsing on you as you reached the other side. However, as you eventually crossed over, your gaze locked with his.
Standing tall at a minimum of 9 feet, he possessed a powerful build adorned with thick muscles, and hair decorating his chest. Dark brown hair cascaded down to his waist woven into an intricate braid, contrasting against his pear-colored complexion and a thick beard enveloped his jaw. Scars crisscrossed his body, enhancing his rugged charm.Β Despite his blunt tusks, one of which was slightly chipped, there was no denying the outrageous attractiveness of this Orc.
As he takes a step forward, an instinctual reflex compels you to retreat, a shiver of trepidation coursing through your being. Your legs, heavy as if forged from lead, refuse to heed your desperate plea for escape. A subtle chuckle escapes his lips, the corners curling upwards in a smug grin. "Time is not a luxury I possess, little human," he mocks, his voice dripping with impatience.Β
Β Β You part your lips to utter a response, but only silence greets your futile attempt. The resounding thud of the closing wall seals your grim destiny, causing your weakened knees to buckle beneath you, surrendering to the tender embrace of the grassy ground. With a deep sigh, he strides towards you, casting a towering shadow over your slumped figure, a chilling reminder of his overpowering presence.
With utmost ease, he effortlessly lifts you, as if you were as light as a feather. Your body tenses in his embrace, a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation. The tears well up, threatening to spill over. Surprisingly, his touch is tender, his hands delicately traversing your legs and back. Summoning your courage, you manage to muster a question, your voice trembling slightly.Β
Β Β "Might I inquire about your name?"Β Despite your hesitant speech, he pays no mind, his voice resonating with a deep timber that sends a surge of desire coursing through your veins. A flush of warmth spreads across your face, compelling you to avert your gaze and focus on your lap. "I am Loran, the General of the Mammoth Clan."
Silence envelops the air for a fleeting moment before your voice breaks through once more. "My name is (Name)" He acknowledges your introduction with a subtle hum, and together, you navigate through the labyrinthine paths until you arrive at a large tent. With utmost care, he settles you upon a sumptuous bed adorned with furs, then proceeds to position himself near a table, obscuring its contents from your prying eyes.Β
Β Β A knot tightens in your throat as you summon the courage to voice your deepest fear. "Might you have intentions of devouring me?" you whisper, recoiling at the childlike vulnerability that tinges on your words.
His laughter causes a flutter in your chest; every aspect of him leaves your insides twisted. At last, he ceases his actions and pivots to meet your gaze, his arms folded. You had to physically remind yourself to avert your eyes from his well-defined muscles. "Would you like me to?" His voice carries a teasing lilt, yet his words hint at something more intimate.
You shake your head in denial and draw your knees closer to your body. He was nothing like the figure you had imagined; you were convinced that your life would have ended by now. Your gaze wanders aimlessly as you delve into your own musings. Unbeknownst to you, he crouches down before you. The calloused tips of his fingers grazing your chin send a shiver down your spine. Your eyes meet his, and you find yourself holding your breath.
"The hour grows late; retire for the night. "
Β You offer a silent nod, watching him leave the tent. Following his guidance, you settle back onto the furs. After the tumultuous events of the day, slumber swiftly envelops you, embracing the plush comfort of the bedding.
The warmth seeping into your skin prompts you to wriggle out of the furs. The weight of an arm flung over your stomach arrests you, dread settling in your heart and coiling around it like a vice. Though yesterday's events come rushing back to you and you relax, your tense body melting into Loran's embrace.Β Β
Β Β Despite the circumstances that brought you here, he had shown nothing but kindness, even playfulness - he didin't really make you uneasy, and it seemed as though a burden had been lifted from your shoulders.
In the realm of uncertainty, his actions remained capricious, yet amidst this unpredictability, a newfound liberation enveloped your being, you were free. Loran, with an irresistible allure, draws you nearer, your bodies melding as your front meets his. You place your hands on his chest and gently create distance, huffing as he cuddles closer.
After struggling a bit more, you come to a stop and seize the opportunity to examine him closely. Withdrawing your hand from his chest, you gently place it on his cheek, relishing its velvety texture. Loran possessed a striking appearance. Tracing your fingers along his lips, the sensation of his tusks lightly brushing against your fingertips captivates you once more. Their smoothness leaves you mesmerized. The rounded tips are gentle and harmless; they would not cause any discomfort if you were to share a kiss.
Β Blushing with embarrassment, your cheeks turn a rosy hue, and for a fleeting moment, you seek solace by burying your face into his chest. Raising your gaze once more, you cautiously wave your hand before his face, ensuring his continued slumber. With no signs of movement and a steady rhythm of breath, a sigh of relief escapes your lips.Β
Β Β Gradually, you shift your position, ascending along his form, while your heart flutters nervously within your chest. With a mixture of fascination and unease, you lean closer, drawn to an inexplicable magnetism emanating from him. His lips, so alluring, entice you irresistibly.
Β Placing your hand on his cheek, you lean in with deliberate slowness, capturing his lips with yours. The sensation of his tusks grazing your skin sends a rush of pleasure up your spine. With closed eyes, you deepen the kiss, savoring the unexpected softness of his lips. His taste is intoxicating, akin to a forbidden elixir. You have always been drawn to forbidden pleasures.
With a hint of reluctance, you retreat, allowing your eyes to slowly unveil the world around you. A startled gasp escapes your lips as your gaze meets Loran's. Despite your endeavors to break free from his embrace, his arms encase you like unyielding steel, entrapping you. Loran's chuckle resonates with a profound and drowsy timbre, while his hand ascends to firmly grasp your chin. "Do not flee from me, Sma ni." ( little one )
His lips are on yours, gentle and governing. His other hand gripping your waist and quickly lifting you onto his chest. The sensation of his thick and moist tongue overpowering your mouth elicits a fervent moan from deep within you, while your thighs instinctively clasp around his stomach. As his hands glide up your top, the pads of his fingers diligently work out the tension in your soft skin. Gradually, they find their way to your hips, expertly guiding them to grind against his abdomen.
With a soft whine escaping your mouth, you break the connection of his kiss, and your tongue lazily protrudes, leaving a trail of warm saliva on your chin. A primal growl resonates from deep within his chest, causing your thoughts to blur. Your hands instinctively find their way to his chest, the rough hair gently tickling your palms. The pressure on your hips eases, and his hand tightly grasps your hair, enabling him to sit up and halt the rhythmic grind of your hips.
A soft whimper escapes your lips as the throbbing sensation between your thighs intensifies.Β Loran's lips trail along the curve of your throat, delicately nibbling at your tender skin, while his tongue glides with ease. Suddenly, a tearing sound startles you and a rush of cool air caresses your newly bared legs. The remnants of your shredded trousers gracefully descend to the floor, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.
Upon the velvety fur, Loran tenderly positions you, his voracious eyes meticulously exploring the expanse of your body. In a swift motion, he removes the sole obstruction that conceals your body, leaving you vulnerable to his cravings. You clench your thighs, your pussy pulsating with emptiness. This man was sinful; he looked so delectable, his lips shimmering with the remnants of your passionate kisses, and his complexion adorned with a captivating flush.
He lets out a deep groan, settling himself amidst your thighs, the ache in your legs a mere whisper compared to the intensity of his touch, tongue dancing over your nipples, nipping and tugging. Loran's hand travels up your body, his thick fingers entering your warm, wet mouth. You suppress a gag and suck on them shyly, tears welling up in your eyes. As his fingers delve deeper into your throat, you grasp his wrist firmly, your hips grinding against his thick bulge.
Loran pulls his fingers from your mouth, watching the rivulets of saliva drip down his digits. Leaving a glistening trail of moisture along your body, Loran delicately caresses his fingers through the soft curls of hair on your pussy, teasing you with the soft touch of his fingertips. With deliberate precision, he gradually eases one digit into the confines of your snug entrance stretching you. You pull your fleshy bottom lip into your mouth, teeth digging painfully. Your lashes flutter, exposing the whites of your eyes as they roll back in blissful surrender, eyebrows arching. Your mewls are soft and pleading. "Mmph! L-Loran. Please "
Your voice is a siren's call to him, as you whimper and plead for him. His desire to possess you completely, to fuck you full of his cum, to have you swollen with his young, consumes him. The mere thought of it almost brings him to the brink of release. Granting mercy upon your adorable, fucked out face, he finally sinks his finger into your cunt, relishing the exquisite tightness that embraces him, while your delicate hands clutch his braid and tug.
Β Β With his other hand, he gently cups your cheeks between his large, powerful fingers, causing your lips to pucker. His mouth descends upon yours, messy and dominating, leaving a trail of mingled saliva that pools down your flushed cheeks. He chuckles as your eyes wander elsewhere, glazed and hazy with pleasure as he eases a single finger inside you.
A high-pitched sound escapes your lips as he expertly probes a sensitive spot deep within you, causing your hips to tremble and your inner walls to clench around his fingers. Leaning closer, his warm breath brushes against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Ayh lat naka ve cum, sma shara? " His mother tongue is foreign to you, but it sounds absolutely erotic, especially while he's stroking your drooling pussy skillfully. You shudder fervently, emitting mewls and whimpers, as the squelching noises of his thrusts fill the confined space of the tent. βIβuhn~ w-wait p-please, Lorβ¦β You babble nonsensically. ( are you going to cum, little human? )
Β Loran, in a teasing mood, complies with your dumb prattling, and moves away from you, fingers slipping out with an erotic pop. A soft whimper escapes your lips, your lower lip jutting out in a pout as tears well up in your eyes from the empty feeling in your pussy, your eyes widen at seeing him suck on his dampened fingers. βN-no, whyβd you stop!βΒ
Β With a chuckle, the Orc leans in to press a tender kiss on your flushed cheeks, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I simply did as you asked, Faushnu," he whispers. Pulling back slightly, he studies your expression - your eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, and your chest rising and falling rapidly. "I did not mean for this," you whimper, grinding your hips against his growing bulge. βM-more. Give me more.β You give him a stern glare, that only turns him on more, his little hostage was so demanding. ( baby )
"Of course, Your Highness," he says, his tone dripping with playful mockery. Loran's large hands firmly grasp your waist, swiftly maneuvering you onto your stomach. With a gentle yet commanding motion, he elevates your hips, causing your face to be buried in the soft furs beneath you. The sensation is almost agonizing as your back arches, eliciting a sharp squeal from your lips. A glob of warm saliva unexpectedly lands on your moistened pussy, causing an involuntary clenching reaction. "What are yo--?"Β
Β Β Before you can finish, the sudden roughness of his tongue against your throbbing cunt has you seeing stars. His feral growls reverberate through the air, as his tongue delves and ravishes you with an insatiable fervor. Reduced to a whimpering wreck, tears of rapturous delight cascade down your flushed face.Β Desperate to regain control, you weakly press your small hand against the crown of his head, attempting to halt the relentless onslaught. "No more, please, m'gunna cum. Want to cum for you," you manage to slur amidst incoherent babbling, your words a contradictory mix.Β
Loran, enraptured by your musings, fingers your pussy once again, effortlessly finding that spongey nerve inside of you and deftly curling his thick finger into it, time and again. A torrent of scorching pleasure engulfs your entire being, as you succumb to an intense climax, your trembling thighs embracing his head while your pussy flutters around his finger.
" Loran! "You slur, thighs still convulsing as the feel of Loran's hands on the fat of your hips seems multiplied, your mind filled with goo. The rustle of fabric falling to the ground barely registers before his thick cock presses into your pussy, hands guiding your hips onto him. Warmth trickles onto your pulsing cunt, his saliva lubing where you connect. You clench around him, emitting obscene moans.Β
Β Β Β He delves deeper, your snugness yielding to his thick, heavy cock. You swear you can feel every pulsating vein, every ridge of him inside of you. You whimper and whine when he fucks half of his big cock into your tiny little hole, and you thrash and let out small mewls of pleasure. "Mmph, Lor--!! it won't fit!" you whimper amidst sobs.Β
"Hm?" He utters, his voice a low hum, as he observes with rapt attention as you stretch around his green, monstrous cock. The pressure within your abdomen steadily intensifies, inch by inch, until Loran thrusts in the last couple of inches, his large balls flush against your engorged clit. You're already fucked stupid, pupils blown, and moans strewing from your lips. The Orc takes hold of your hand, guiding it towards your stomach, allowing you to feel the undeniable presence of his shaft protruding from your belly. "Do you feel me? Feel my cock in your insides, my little human?"
With a forceful motion, he retreats, then thrusts forcefully into you, his grip tightening on your hair as he pulls.Β A fervent moan escapes your lips, as the resounding collision of his hips against your ass fills the air, the only thing you can hear. The wet squelching of your arousal intermingles with his precum, cascading onto the opulent furs beneath you. His name becomes a sacred mantra, slipping from your tongue like a fervent prayer. "S'good, m'gunna cum, let me cum, please, please."
With a gentle caress, Loran's hand ascends your stomach, pinching your sensitive nipples. You mewl, back arching as you clench and pulse around his thick length, cumming harder than before, a wave of darkness gently tinting your vision. A low, guttural moan reverberates from deep within you, harmonizing with Loran's unyielding thrusts. βThat's a good fuckinβ girl.β
The Orc's hand comes down on your ass, observing the quivering flesh. Your violated hole trembles around Loran's thick length, and he snickers, his hips stuttering. "You're mine. Hm? Do you understand, pet?" His thrusts became more profound, faster, not giving you rest, groaning as you nod quickly, whimpering.
You turn your gaze towards him, his fingers constricting in your tresses. "Loran, want you to cum inside me, please." Your feeble arms emerge from beneath your form, delicate hands reaching to spread your pussy wider. "You will, right?"
Β Your wanton plea hurls the massive Orc over the brink. Loran's hips slam into yours once more as his scorching cum coats your walls; the copious amount of it had you cumming once more. Loran continues to pump his seed into you, his cock still hard and balls full of cum. He longed to see you swollen with his offspring; he wouldn't stop until he knew you were trapped with him.
You are not permitted to rest until the early morning, curled against his chest with his seed leaking from your stretched opening. Your body is tender, marked with bruises on your neck and chest. Loran places his large hand on your cheek; although he is running late for the meeting, he decides to allow you more time to sleep.
He lifts you gently, thankful that he has cleaned you up and changed the bedding. You snuggle into his warmth, almost convincing him to delay for another hour. "My zemar, it's time to wake up. We must rise before the sun sets." (my heart)
Stirring in his arms, your eyelashes flutter before you slowly open your bleary eyes. Attempting to close them once more, his hearty chuckle resonates, partially rousing you. Placing you gently on the bed, he drapes one of his shirts over you, guiding your arms through the sleeves. Loran picks you up again, cradling you as he carries you out of the tent, shielding your eyes from the glaring sun. The short walk to the other side of the campsite goes unnoticed by you.
He arrives promptly, his raven perched gracefully on its stand. A soft whistle escapes his lips, a signal for the bird to gather the troops. Loran takes his place at the head of the table, positioning you to face him, your legs wrapped around his waist. With spit on his fingers, he traces circles around your cunt, pleased that it had returned to its original state, tight and warm. After lubricating your entrance, he spits on his palm and wraps his member in a firm grip, ensuring that it's slick.Β
Β Β Loran aligns himself with your little hole and eases inside, emitting a deep groan at the vice grip; you let out a sleepy moan, tightening around him. His large hands grip the fat of your hips, guiding you down the rest of his thick length. He pulls his shirt over your ass, concealing where his cock is nestled inside of you.
He has to stop himself from fucking you on the table in front of all his tribe members. Once he had you in the perfect position, his soldiers began to file into the room. He couldn't help but notice how your warm, tight hole was becoming slick. Unbeknownst to you, his thick cock was already buried deep within you.
The meeting unfolds seamlessly. With nightfall as their ally, they conspire to dismantle the impenetrable walls of the Kingdom on the morrow. A sacred covenant governs The Mammoth Clan, dictating that the fairer sex and the innocent offspring shall be spared from any affliction. Thus, the innocent shall be granted mercy and protection.
Awakening towards the end, your pussy pulsating and enveloping something thick and long. A twitching motion stirs inside you, nudging your G-spot. A soft moan escapes your lips as you hide your face in his neck. Loran dismisses it as your mere awakening, soothingly caressing your back. Only a fool would miss the evidence of your arousal - the glistening juices trickling down your bare thighs and the hint of green meeting a clenching hole
" Dismissed. "
The orcs file out of the room, speaking amongst each other. Loran's gaze descends upon your petite frame, concealed beneath his garments. He looks feral. Once the auditory commotion subsides, you cautiously lift your head, locking eyes with his penetrating stare.
"Loran, please."
The Orc emits a deep snarl, his lips forcefully meeting yours as he firmly grasps the flesh of your hips, hoisting you off his slick member. Swiftly, he plunges you back down, thrusting into you with fervor, fucking you onto him. You're moaning mess, the spit from your sloppy kiss sliding down your chin and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The sound of wet slapping resonates loudly within the confines of the tent. With a gasp for air, you disengage from him, your hands finding solace on his broad shoulders.
Β A particular thrust causes the swollen, mushroom-shaped tip of his cock to abuse your g-spot and your moan is shrill. You climax, your body trembling around him, leaving a creamy, ivory ring at the base of his cock. Stars burst in your vision as you weakly press your lips against his throat, whimpering as he continues to thrust into you, your sensitive and throbbing core tender. " Lor-.. no more.. sβtoo.. much!" you sputter, sloppily pressing your lips to his and sucking on his large tongue.Β
Despite the roughness of his hips snapping into yours, he caresses your sides softly and pulls away from your kiss, licking his lips. "Be a good pet, hm? Let me use my pussy, can you do that for me? " You nod hesitantly, and he smiles, sending your stomach to unfurl languidly. "S'my good girl." You bury your face in his neck with a whimper, but when your blunt little teeth sink into his collarbone it pushes him over the edge; and he stands up with you still bouncing on his cock, thrusting so deeply that you hiss. Ropes of cum paint your pulsing walls, filling you up.
Loran's shallow thrusts ensure not a single drop is wasted as you envelop him in your embrace, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply.
Mayhap, the circumstance of being dispatched to this place was not as grievous as first imagined...
wait idk if you write for wade but ermm bf!logan fucking reader n letting wade watch ?!!?!?!? he wants to show wade that youβre his!!!
you got it <3 i have never written for wade before but iβm gonna try my best for you π
logan howlett x fem!reader ft. wade wilson
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation
"You enjoying yourself over there?" Logan grunts from where his jaw rests against your temple.
"How could I not be? You're putting on a great show," Wade replies without missing a beat.
As usual, his answer is laced with mockery. He sits leaned back against the cushion of the sagging chair in the corner. His eyes watch you and your boyfriend with amusement, but the hint of desire gleams over his irises as well.
You're perched in Logan's lap on the bed. You've been here for a while. Your back rests flush against the warmth of his chest. His large palms cup and grope at your breasts, skilled fingers tweaking your nipples below your ribbed shirt. This started as a moment between the two of you, but opened up to include his roommate as the third party a few minutes ago.
"I would've thought you'd already be jerking off, you sick fuck," Logan taunts.
The words roll off Wade's shoulders like water, which is fine because there was no true animosity behind the term of endearment. You understood by now that is just how they communicate.Β
"Well I don't know how you remember it, peanut, but you invited me to watch."
The roll of your boyfriend's eyes is nearly audible to you, but you can actually feel his lips curling up into a smirk against your cheek. His fingertips give your stiffened buds a nice twirl, coaxing a soft whimper out of you. That only heightens how smug he is.
"What d'you think, baby? Is this what you wanted?" he breathes.
All he gets from you with that question is a small whine because, in truth, you didn't intend for this to happen, but you weren't unhappy that it was now. Originally, when you came over to visit your boyfriend, you didn't think his roommate was home. That assumption had been proven wrong by the sound of a low whistle only minutes later, coming from the open doorway Wade was watching through.
It's the same whistle he makes now.
"I always thought you were the type to make cute noises like that," Wade smirks.
"Did you now? You think about her a lot?" Logan says.
"Here and there."
You hear a breathy chuckle behind you, but you're too caught up with the feeling of hands on your chest. They cup and massage, caress and tease. It's bliss, but it's been going on for so long it feels closer to torture. You could feel your panties growing uncomfortably damp; though all you do is tilt your head back against his shoulder. Logan had never let you down. You just needed to be patient.
Wade wasn't content to just watch from the sidelines though, so he pipes up again.
"It's not my fault she struts around in those outfits of hers. Skirts so small they look like they were made for dolls," he quips.
"Her clothes look best when they're on the floor," your boyfriend adds.
To go along with his statement. His hands leave your breasts and tug your shirt over your head, tossing it into the other man's lap. The bright, thin fabric makes the semi-hard tent in his pants more noticeable. You bite your lip as he palms himself over the material.
Your nipples had long been visible through that tiny shirt, but now they were just in plain sight. Wade's eyes had locked onto the hardened nubs. Logan's fingers still fondled them, pulling on them until you whined.
Soon enough, you're arching your back, which unintentionally boosts your hips from his lap. He takes the advantage to pull your skirt from your legs and discard the garment on the floor.
"I think you were right, peanut. She does look much better like this," Wade says, "Maybe we should have a new dress code around the apartment."
"In your dreams. Enjoy this while you can," Logan shoots back.
Your breaths grow labored. You feel the bulge pressed against your ass growing as your hips swivel and rub your plush flesh on the familiar cock.
"She's got pretty tits, doesn't she?"
For once, Wade doesn't have a quick comeback. Instead, he just nods.Β
"Spread your legs, bub. Let him see how cute that little pussy is too," Logan rumbles in your ear.
Your thighs spread on instinct as if each syllable was pulling on some puppet strings. Now on display are the simple panties you were wearing and the wet patch that had formed between your thighs. You feel it only growing worse as Wade's eyes snap down to it and stay there.
On the other side of you, one of Logan's arms constricts around your chest while the other dips and slots a hand between your thighs. He cups the heat of your center before his fingers apply ample pressure.
You mewl, body rolling with the new waves of pleasure coursing through your limbs. Logan chuckles at your responsiveness. He nips at your earlobe before more words come out against your skin.
"You showing off? You're moving a lot."
"I-I'm not. Just feels good," you whimper in defense of yourself.
At the reminder of the other man, you cast your gaze over to him. The heel of his palm is still smoothing over his erection, giving himself dull stimulation similar to the kind Logan's providing you with.
"You know what'd make it feel even better?" he asks, the question obviously leading to the answer 'me.'
Before you can muster any kind of response, Logan's hands meet in the middle of your body around the curves of your waist. He picks you up and spins you around, pinning you on your back against the mattress. His larger frame cages you in on the foamy surface.
He tilts his head up to grin at Wade. "Your invitation was to watch. Don't remember asking for your commentary."
"You didn't have to. It's a package deal," he says back.
Logan shakes his head before latching his mouth onto your neck. His teeth scrape at your tender flesh while his tongue simultaneously flicks at your pulse. He teases just the right amount to keep your movements chasing him for more.
Your body squirms beneath the heat of him. He keeps you in place though. His hands sweep down from your shoulders. They stop on your tits to give some more attention to the soft mounds. Then, they continue their descent and coast over your hips, cupping the swell of your ass. It feels like they're so many places at once that for a brief second you wonder if Wade had actually joined in.
You angle your head back and find the other man still parked in his seat, proving your theory wrong. He smiles at you. You see it upside down because of your position. It's the last thing your vision catches before your eyes flutter closed.
Logan pushes you down hard on the mattress before then pulling you up a bit to tear your panties off. Once they're gone, he pulls back onto his knees so he can shove his pants down to mid thigh and get his cock out.
The huge appendage stands proudly before both you and Wade. He wraps his fingers around it and pumps, giving no facial reaction despite the fact that his slit begins oozing precum. You feel like you're gonna start drooling just from watching the rhythmic, repetitive motion that he uses to pleasure himself.
"You like what you see?" he teases.
You start to nod, but Wade chimes in. "Fuck off. Do you even have to ask?"
That brings a giggle from your lips. You look at him over your shoulder, smile on your lips inherently flirty from how turned on you are right now.
"It's nice, isn't it?" you ask.
He does respond, but Logan's voice overpowers him in your ears. "Ah ah. All your attention on me."
He tugs you closer by your thighs, bringing you flush against him. You can feel the way his cock pulses where it rests on top of your cunt. It lies there like a form of foreshadowing. A visual of how he'll be fitting inside you a few moments from now.
"If you're talking to someone else, that means I'm not doing my job right."
With that, his hips slip backward and then slide forward again, pushing his shaft inside the tight, warm, embrace of your cunt. You keen as that familiar feeling of fullness washes over you. Your limbs start to squirm, but he pins your biceps down with his forearms and your legs are trapped from the position he has you in. There's no other option besides lying there and taking it.
He lets out a deep sigh too. You were already spasming around him. Your walls convulse rapidly as they work to accommodate the thick intrusion.
"Still feeling good?" he grunts.
He feels himself all the way bottomed out and rests there for a brief moment. Just as you're about to answer, he drags out and then snaps back in. Your response shatters into a whiny moan. The rest of your words come out garbled as a result, so you just nod instead.
"Yeah? You think you need anything else to make it better?" he asks.
That one gets a rapid head shake in response.
Chuckling at the stark difference, he looks up at Wade in the corner as he starts to thrust at a more measured pace. His intention had been to taunt the merc, but he sees him even more reclined than before, hand stroking his cock up and down. It increases the heat in Logan's belly and gets him slamming into you harder.
"Fuckkkkk," you whine. One of Logan's hands comes up to rest on your throat for better leverage to thrash you against the mattress with.
"You're so tight for me, baby," he groans, "You like this? You like being watched?"
"Mhm, yeah," you answer, words sputtering from your lips like a broken sprinkler.
A sound somewhere between a hum and growl comes from Logan. He leans down impossibly closer, his hips not stopping once.
"You like me showing you off? Showing someone else how well you take me?"
In response, he gets another lazy, blissed-out nod from you.
Despite your head feeling all foggy, your grip on his shoulders stays firm. Your nails dig into the skin, a small way to keep you grounded when you feel like everything around you is just fading into the background.
"Tell me who's making you feel this good," you hear him grunt in your ear.
"You."
The word comes out breathy and moaned. Too quiet for his liking.
"Who? Say my name."
"You, Logan," you whine before a chorus of whimpers bursts from you.
His cock was angled to ram into your favorite spot. It pistons against it over and over. Your legs shake violently, and all you can even think to do is keep calling out his name.
"You hear that?" he asks Wade.
"I think the version of you who died could hear it," the other man smirks.
Your boyfriend huffs out a laugh against your shoulder and keeps fucking into you. The bed creaks almost loud enough to challenge the noise you're making.
Wade keeps dragging his fist over his length. His pace resembles the one Logan's using for you. He squeezes and swipes his thumb over his tip. ghosts his fingers over the sensitive underside. He could tell you were getting close, and he intended to finish along with the two of you.
"Almost there for me, bub?" Logan asks.
"Yeah, yeah. Just need you. Don't stop," you whimper.
"Not going to," he breathes, "Not until there's no question you're mine."
You knew what that meant. There would be no question when he came and had his cum leaking out of your pussy. That's the goal he's working toward, the finish line he's hurtling to.
His hips clap against your center, filling you completely. You rock against the blankets with his momentum. The feeling of euphoria plumes inside you, luring you closer to your release.
"C'mon, no need to be shy. Cum for me. Show him how good I make you feel," he purrs.
Those words are the final strike you need to go crashing over the edge. You choke out a moan, and your body goes lax beneath him. You melt into a twitching puddle of shudders and whines, babbling about how perfect he feels inside you.
Your performance elicits a groan from Wade in the corner. You can't see, but you have strong suspicion it was the finale for him too. You imagine the way his hips buck into his hand and his head tilts back in pleasure. A pristine stream of pearlescent white bursting from him. It drives another wave of ecstasy over you.
Logan cums last. His hands fly to dig into the spaces beside your head; he avoids gripping your arms while he cums to prevent shattering your bones. The light duvet scrunches up with his fists. His eyes close too. A sharp puff of air leaves his mouth before his hips hammer into you deep and spill his load.
His balls smack against your ass, a final resounding sound signifying the end of his thrusts. He looks like a god when he cums, bulky, glistening chest on full display. His v-line and pubes slick with your arousal. Face set into an expression of pure satisfaction.
He fucks you full just like you need. Your eyes droop with the contentment it brings over you.
You're not sure how long you're in that dreamy daze for. You barely register Logan pulling out or climbing off of you. You only regain some sense of your surroundings when you hear mocking applause from behind you.
"Bravo you two. Color me impressed," he says before whistling, "If you guys put that on the internet, you could make something with that. Bring the whole celebrity sex tape thing back."
You hang your head back to look at Wade. "Yeah, but we're not really celebrities," you smile.
"And we're not doing a sex tape," Logan says from the other side of you.
Your head whips around to face him, and you laugh at the serious expression on his face. The sweet sound of your laughter lightens it up a bit. He reaches out to give your cheek a gentle stroke.
"It's just a suggestion. And with a name like the X-men, there's no limit on possible porn titles," Wade concludes, receiving more laughter from you and a groan from Logan.
Synopsis: Eustass Kid wants to treat you like he does with all of his other partners. He wants to top you, degrade you, pound into you like a wild animal. But he can't. Not when you give him praise like that. He's far too in love with the pretty words fleeing from your lips to try.
Themes: Eustass Kid x afab!reader, praise kink, cream pie, Kid is Subby, barely any plot, "baby" term used endearingly for Kid (subtle reader), Kid whimpering, NSFW, 18+, smut, MDNI.
Notes: Stuck in heavy traffic while driving to the beach, other people driving this big ol' car, writing some short debauchery in the back seat like an idiot.
Eustass Kid, as gruff and abrasive as he is, likes to think he is a dominant man. An alpha, a leader of his pack as his crew, and the greatest tamer of brats there ever was. He was so good at putting his intimate partners in their place that he felt as if he was the king of all the seas.
And then there was you.
He wanted so bad to give you the same treatment he had given all his partners. Rolling you onto your stomach, ass up, pounding into you with reckless abandon and slapping at the rippling flesh. Using language like: βYeah, baby. Moan my name. I want the whole crew to know who this ass belongs to.β
But he simply couldn't.
He couldn't put you into a position beneath him. Not because he treats you as his equal, that is a given as Kidβs partner, but because he becomes too lost in the feeling of his cock being squeezed by the tight grip of your needy cunt. When your pussy grips his cock, he feels the gummy flesh molding into the shape of him and it drives him insane.
He tried so hard to degrade you, tease you, remind you of his position as captain and boss, but every time he opened his mouth, all that exited was whimpers and whines.
βOh, good boy, Kid. Just like that,β your sweet praises coo into his ear, "You're so fucking good to me." He can't help but release that needy preen from the back of his throat at the feeling. Soft mewls and gasps panting into your neck as he slaps his hips into yours from his position above you. The messy arousal from your pussy between you has him drunk on the feeling. So wet, so welcoming, so warm. All his.
There is no coherence in his thoughts. All he can think about is how tame he was becoming from just his cock kissing at your cervix. Deep into your plush cunt, tufts of his pubic hair grind against your clit. Whining and keening for him, you claw your blunt fingertips over his shoulders towards his neck to tug him away from hiding in your shoulder.
βDon't hide from me, baby. Lemme see your pretty face. I know you're close,β you whine at him, gasping as he increases speed and becomes manic. Chasing his high, he pulls away from hiding in your shoulder and raises his metal hand to hover over your throat. He wanted to choke you, growl at you for babying him, but again, he can't.
He loves it.
He wants to be your baby. He wants to keep hearing your praise as he treats you good. He wants to be your good little puppy, hearing your orders and redirecting him to bring out your largest climax.
Slap, slap, slap; his hips grow manic as he caresses your shoulder and touches his forehead to yours. Brushing noses, his jaw falls slack and shudders as you wrap your legs around his hips.
βC-Can I cum? Can I cum? Let me cum?β He begs, mewling for your permission like a pussy-whipped lover-boy with no experience with a partner. He almost wants to gag on the words, hating himself for asking permission, but immediately finds himself freeing those thoughts from his mind as you whimper your enthusiasm up at him.
βPlease, Kid. Baby, I need you,β you whine, βBe good to me. Cum in me. Fill me up with your fucking cum-.β
βFUCK! F-Fuck!β He barks, immediately flooding your pussy with hot spurts of his pearlescent release. Gasping, whining, whimpering and pleading, he again buries his face in the crook of your neck and cries into you while his pace grows frantic.
βOh-... Fuck-... So good, Kid. Such a good boy,β you praise him, feeling the coil in your stomach grow taut, βKeep going. Keep fucking going. Kid I'm almost-.β
Kid refuses to leave you unsatisfied. He will buck wildly into you until he feels the spasm of your walls contract and flutter around him. He chases himself through the oversensitive waves of overstimulation, his cock twitching and muscles aching as he keeps pumping you full of his hot load.
At one final, deep slap of his blunt tip hitting your g-spot, you unravel around him. Vision sparking white, you whimper and forge yourself to him like soldering metal to an iron rod. Hands locked over his shoulders, you keep up the rapid pace of his manic thrusting by digging your heels into the meat of his ass. He gasps and huffs at the feeling of your pussy wringing his cock of the final twitches of his release.
βOh f-fuck, Kid. Fuck, th-that was-,β you babble feeling his body go limp as he smothers you by his broad chest. βOh, baby, you did so good. So fucking good.β He lets out a pathetic little whimper, one that he feels eat at him as soon as it spills from his throat.
But he couldn't complain. Never complain. No matter how hard he tried to bite bark, bark at you, or growl out a gruff curse at the praise you would always coo at him, he couldn't bring himself to do it. All he could ever manage was a soft, barely there whisper of four words in sequence.
βThank you,β he pants with his head foggy and breath thick, βLove you.β
He will get you back, no matter how long it took. He would make you submissive and pliant just like his past lovers. He didn't care how long it took for him to have you be the one begging and whining for him. But as he pulls away from the crook of your neck to peer into your eyes, his eyes always upturn and a soft pout plays on his painted lips.
βGood boy.β
Fuck.
He'll never be able to have you submit to him. Not when you praise him like that. Not when you look up at him like that, all blissed out and glowing from the etherial afterwaves of your orgasm.
He was a helpless little puppy in a giant body, wanting to continue to please you and cum in your perfect pussy as long as you allowed him to. He was yours completely.
Summary: As children, you and Eddie made a pact to never cross that line. But as the two of you have grown it has become almost impossible to keep. You decide to make a new pact instead. ;)
Explicit sexual content, Minors DNI, word count 3k, moved over from my old account π€
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"Eddie!" you knock loudly on the door of his trailer. His van is here so he's gotta be home.
"Eds?!" you try again, banging on the door even louder.
He's probably still sleeping. The boy doesn't wake up earlier than noon, especially on a Saturday.
You close the screen door and make your way around the trailer to his window. It's cracked slightly and the smell of weed immediately hits your nose, making you smile. He's up.
You push up on the old window, listening to the squeak as it struggles to move. "Eddie!" you shout through the crack. Again, no response.
You roll your eyes as you use all your strength to lift the window enough to crawl through. You climb in head first and tumble onto his floor. As you sit up, your eyes adjust to the dim room. You see him lying on his back on the floor, headphones on his ears, his fingers tapping away as he listens to the music.
No shirt, his tattoos on full display. Hair pulled back into a messy bun, loose curls sticking out everywhere. A pair of dark green flannel pajama pants hanging low on his waist.
Fuck, he looks good.
You watch as he brings his fingers to his lips, inhaling on the joint, releasing a cloud of smoke into the air. You tiptoe across the floor, hearing the tune of 'Dirty Women' by Black Sabbath coming from the headset as you lean over him.
His already round eyes widen even more as he sits up quickly, his head slamming into yours.
"Shit! Are you okay?" he shouts over the music still blasting in his ears. You reach out with one hand removing his headphones, leaving them dangling around his neck as you rub your forehead with your other.
"Easy Tiger." you giggle and he gives you a crooked grin. His eyes are glossed over and slightly red from his activities.
"Sorry, didn't hear you comin.β he explains, pointing towards the earphones.
"Yeah, I got that.β you smile, shoving his shoulder lightly as he scoots a little closer to you.
"Thought you were coming by tonight?" he raises an eyebrow as he stands up, holding his hand out to you. You grab his hand and he pulls you from the ground.
"My shift got canceled and I was bored." you shrug, reaching out for the joint in his hand.
"I have an idea.β Eddie says suddenly, his brown glinting. You inhale deeply on the joint and wait for him to continue. He stands there silently, eyes zoning in on your chest.
"Eddie!" you smack him upside the head bringing him out of his daze and he shakes his wild hair.
βSorry.. I'm high." he shrugs with a little wiggle of his brows.
"Your idea?" you push.
"Right.. the clubhouse. Let's hotbox." A slick smile spreads on his pretty lips. Every time you're together, you have to fight the urge to kiss him. To touch him. To beg him to touch you.
You had both made a pact. An oath. You were best friends. You couldn't cross that line. But now.. every year it gets harder and harder to keep it.
I wonder if he feels the same.
"Hello?β Eddie snaps his fingers in front of your face teasingly.
"Mhmm.. yeah. Let's go." you grin at him and his smile widens. He walks over to his nightstand, swiping up his little lunchbox.
You make your way outside, following the familiar trail into the woods behind the trailer park. You used to come here all the time together. Staying up, eating bags of candy and telling scary stories until Wayne would come and drag you both out.
You reach the rickety ladder leading high into the trees and glance over at Eddie, a nervous look on your face.
"When's the last time you've been up here? It looks... well, it looks like we're gonna die if we attempt this."
"Oh, we're fine. Come on. You first." he encourages, his hand landing on your waist. The small touch sends tingles down your spine.
"Why do I have to go first?" you groan, grabbing hold of the wooden plank.
"That way I can catch you if you fall." he explains, keeping his hand resting gently on your side. You take a deep breath and begin your climb.
"Shit!" you squeal as your foot slips on the third step and you fall into Eddie, his free hand lands on your ass, holding you up.
"Oops." you laugh, turning to peek at Eddie. His hand remains in place making you blush.
βEds?" you nod towards his hand and he just smiles.
"Total accident, sweetheart. Swear." he cheeses. Your heart starts to pound in your chest. He's flirting. Shit, no... He always flirts. It's just friendly banter. Normal for the two of you. But is that all it is? Fuck.
You continue up the ladder, Eddie following close behind until you reach the top. You push the Spider-Man sheet to the side and crawl into the small treehouse. Everything looks about the same. A few new additions since the last time you've been here.
An ashtray sits in the corner, a stack of playboy and hustler magazines sprawled out, some empty beer bottles.
"Eddie Munson.." you giggle, shaking your head in mock disappointment.
Eddie plops on the dusty floor reaching out and snagging one of the magazines. "What? A man has needs."
"Ew." you joke, grabbing his lunchbox, plopping a pre rolled joint between your lips.
"What? You don't uh, take care of yourself?"
The question catches you off guard. But even more than that, his tone. It was much deeper than before. You hope your cheeks aren't as red as they feel as you meet his gaze. You light the joint, inhaling deeply, holding the smoke in your lungs a moment before exhaling.
"No, I do." you whisper, taking another toke.
Eddie watches you curiously, scooting a little closer to you in the already cramped space.
"You gonna share?" he winks at you, making your heart flutter. He's so close. All I want is to taste him. To finally give in.
"Hey, you okay?" Eddie nudges you playfully with his foot, shaking you from your thoughts. You nod sitting up on your knees in between his sprawled legs. You bring the joint to his lips and his eyes lock on yours as he inhales slowly.
You inch closer, the slight buzz from the weed making you more confident.
"Are you about to kiss me?" Eddie blurts making you pause.
"What? No!β you snort shoving his chest hard, making him fall back to the dirty floor. He coughs, the smoke filling his lungs coming out in small spurts as you move back to your spot against the wall, feeling a wild mix of emotions.
He scrambles to get back up, immediately coming to sit in front of you again. βI- uh- I wasn't gonna stop you.. if you were going to... ya know?" he mumbles under his breath.
You meet his big brown eyes, the same eyes you've looked into for years and years. There was no mistaking it. They were darker. Full of hunger. A hunger for you.
Shit.. say something. Anything. Your mind goes blank. Every part of you wanting to just kiss him.
The other part of you worried about your friendship. The whole reason the two of you made the pact.
"The pact.β you breathe.
Eddie speaks next, leaning back slightly, twisting one of his rings on his finger.
"Who do you think about when you touch yourself?" he burns lowly, his eyes searching your face.
"What?β
"Who do you think about?" he asks again, his eyes remain locked on yours.
You. Always you.
You shrug instead, keeping your thoughts to yourself.
Eddie nods slowly, taking another long puff off the joint before handing it your way. The small area was already cloudy with smoke as you both continue to add to the haze.
"It's not like we made a blood oath or something."
Eddie says after a few minutes. Both of you now feeling the effects of the high.
"We literally made a blood oath." you argue, a smile on your lips as you think back to the two of you pricking your fingers with a thumb tack.
"We were thirteen." Eddie pushes back, moving over so he's sitting right next to you. You can feel his body warmth radiating against your side. When you turn his face is only inches from yours.
"Where is this coming from?" you whisper.
"I just.. fuck, I don't know. Just, look at you." Eddie breathes out, his words making your entire body warm.
"Who do you think about?" you ask suddenly.
"I don't know what you mean." he grins widely, forcing you to ask him directly.
"When you touch yourself.. do you just think about those girls in the magazine?"
"Sometimes.. sometimes I think of someone else." he hints as his hand gradually makes its way to your thigh.
"Me?" you swallow hard, barely pushing the word out.
"Do you think about me?" he challenges, his hand resting heavily on your upper thigh.
"Yes." you admit. You knew it wasn't the drugs.
You've always wanted Eddie. But the buzz was allowing you to finally speak your truth.
You can tell he's happy with your answer, his face lighting up. His brown eyes gleaming.
"Show me."
"I don't under-'
"Show me what you do when you think about me." he cuts you off swiftly.
Holy shit. Your mind fills with wild thoughts as you take what he said into consideration. You can feel yourself throbbing at the thought. Touching yourself in front of him. Eddie's eyes watching you as you bring yourself to your peak. Would he touch himself too?
Before you can change your mind you guide your hands into your shorts, listening as Eddie inhales sharply.
"Fuck." he exhales, watching carefully as your hand meets your warmth under the material of your shorts. You close your eyes, worried that if you see him you might overthink everything.
Right now it just felt good. So good.. and you know he's watching.
"I close my eyes." you start, slowly rubbing circles around your clit. Eddie hums in response, waiting for you to keep going.
"And I see your face. I-I think about how your lips would feel.. your tongue. the sounds you would make..." you moan as you slip two fingers inside, feeling your arousal.
"What else?" Eddie rasps, his lips suddenly against your ear, his voice makes you speed up your fingers.
"I think about how you would feel inside me.. if you would be rough.. if you would.. ohh.. if you would make me scream."
"I promise I could make you scream." Eddie burns. You feel his fingers on your chin, turning you to face him. Your eyes drift open and Eddie presses his forehead against yours as you work your fingers in and out of your soaked pussy.
"I think about your fingers a lot... your rings.. I pretend my hands are yours.." you whimper, feeling yourself on the edge but not quite there.
You don't want your fingers. You want his.
"Eddie."
"You gonna cum, sweetheart?"
"I want you.. I want you to make me cum.." you whine desperately, only seconds away from your orgasm.
"Yeah?" he pants breathlessly.
"Please." you beg. He wastes no time reaching into your shorts, you remove your fingers just in time for his to replace them. His slender fingers immediately reach exactly where you need them to, curling with precision, stroking across your g spot making you cum instantly.
"Yes! Oh fuck!" you cry, your muscles pulsing around his fingers, Eddie watches in awe as you fall apart beneath his hand.
"Holy fuck.β Eddie groans deeply, slowly working you through your orgasm.
You grab him, slamming your lips into his pulling a moan from him instantly. He leans in, his body pressing you down to the floor as you tangle your hands in his hair.
Fuck.
He tastes like weed and Camel Blues as his tongue greets yours hungrily. You both kiss sloppily, soaking up this moment. After all these years, both of you finally getting what you want.
Clothes are torn off. No more hesitation as you both paw at each other, kissing and biting, the eagerness apparent from both of you. Moans and the sound of messy kisses fill the room.
"Fuck me." you plead with him as your bodies grind together, skin on skin, so close together.
"We need a new pact." he pants breathlessly, lining himself up.
"Mhmm." you moan, feeling his tip start to stretch you out.
"The new pact is that You're mine." he moans as he thrusts himself in, entering you fully, a filthy cry raining from your lips.
"I'm yours." you whimper, your fingernails digging into his back as he begins to pump in and out of you.
"We have to seal it, sweetheart." he mumbles drunkenly, picking up his pace. His size is unlike anything you've had before, your legs already shaking slightly, a tinge of pain mixed with the beautiful pleasure.
"What do you- oh!" you gasp as his teeth sink into your bottom lip just hard enough to break the skin. You feel the trickle of warm liquid dribble down your chin.
"Shit." you breathe out before returning the favor, taking Eddie's plump lip between your teeth and tugging roughly making him growl as he slams his cock into you.
"Goddamn, baby.β he groans, kissing your lips, gliding his tongue inside. A metallic taste fills your mouth as your tongues swirl together wildly, your blood mixing together in your kiss.
"Call me baby again." you whimper, rolling your hips, grinding on his big cock. He feels so fucking good.
Eddie chuckles bringing his lips to your ear as he fucks you powerfully. His cock glides in and out of your slickness, the sounds loud in the quiet of the woods.
"You like being my baby?" he murmurs in your ear.
"Yes!β
"You feel so fucking good.. so fucking good." he praises, entering you deeply with every snap of his hips. Your head falls to the wooden floor as your back begins to arch.
"There we go, sweetheart." Eddie hums approvingly as your thighs begin to tremble.
He keeps himself buried deep, rolling into you, his thick cock filling you to the brim. He thrusts into you precisely, finding your sweet spot making your toes curl.
"Eddie! R-right there!" you whine, the pleasure of someone fucking you right for the first time was unlike anything you'd felt before. You didn't know sex could feel this good.
"Gonna take care of you, sweetheart.. I got you." Eddie reassures, keeping his pace, in and out, in and out.
His lips lock onto your neck sucking harshly. You grip the back of his head, holding him to you, the feeling of his lips sucking your skin felt delicious. His fingers meet your clit, quickly rubbing circles on the sensitive nub, making your eyes roll.
"Please don't stop... I think.. I think I'm gonna..β
"Cum for me, beautiful.β Eddie demands in your ear, sending you over the edge. You pull his hair roughly as your body jolts upward, your pussy clenching around him, spasm after spasm as you flood his cock.
"E-Eddie! Ohh my god.. f-fuck!" you practically scream, Eddie loving every second of you writhing beneath him. Watching as you make a mess of his cock. You can feel your cum coating your thighs as he continues to pound into you.
His hands tangle in your hair as his lips meet yours feverishly. Your entire body is overwhelmed as you cling to him, it's almost too much but you don't want it to end. He lifts your leg onto his shoulder, the new angle making you gasp.
"You're so fucking hot." Eddie moans, the sounds coming from him are everything you imagined they'd be. Even better.
"We're gonna cum together." Eddie orders as he leans down, taking your leg with him, his hard cock somehow reaching deeper.
"Together.β you whimper, feeling him stretch you out again and again. He speeds up, slamming into you wildly, your legs shake as you grasp for him, wanting him to be as close as possible. He leans down even more, you feel the strain of your leg muscles as he bends you in ways unknown to you before.
He sinks his teeth into your neck making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your nails claw at his back, sending red streaks across his tattoos.
"Gonna cumβ¦. wanna cum inside you.." he mumbles, his hips moving at an insane pace.
"Cum inside me, baby." you moan, completely losing all sense of anything but him as he fucks you senseless. A few more hard thrusts and you feel his cock twitch, his warm cum spilling into you as he moans your name.
"Fucking Christ." he laughs breathlessly as he collapses on top of you. Both of you lay there silently, your chests rising and falling rapidly as you come down from your high. You run your fingers through his curls as he rests his head on your chest.
After a few minutes you hear the crunching of leaves below you causing you both to sit up suddenly.
"Edward!" Wayne's voice calls from below.
"Shit."
"Come down here and eat your damn dinner.. 20 years old and still playing in a damn treehouse." Wayne mumbles as you hear his footsteps heading back through the woods.
You both look at each other and burst out laughing.
"Dinner, m'lady?" Eddie smirks, rounding up your clothes.
"Dinner sounds perfect.β you smile at him, feeling happier than youβve ever felt.
Shapeshifter partner who is very horny and willing to indulge in your interests.
You just finished a show or movie and you're talking about how hot you thought one of the characters was? Bam! They shift into that character and immediately start trying to roleplay with you.
You thoughtlessly ask out loud one day, "I wonder what it would be like to fuck a clone of myself?" And then Boom! You turn around to face them and it's you staring back!
They are very into roleplay and really enjoy getting into character. You want a scrawny nerd virgin you can bully? On it boss. You want a big strong jock who'll bully you? You got it babe. Any genetalia. Any face. Any voice. Any size.
At some point in the journey, youβve fallen asleep against Drohakoβs back. Thereβs something soothing about the padding on Graysiβs feet on the dusty ground.Β
Your eyes flutter open, only to be met with a landscape that falls far short of the wild, untamed beauty you were expecting.Β
βDrohako,β you whisper as he guides the cat to round the corner of a very austere looking building. βWhere are we?βΒ
In the dim light of the night, you let your eyes wander, taking in your surroundings. The towering structure in front of you casts a shadow that obscures the moonβs gentle glow.Β
βQuiet, weβre at the nesting grounds.β He slips a hand quickly over your mouth as you gasp.Β
The nesting grounds? Isnβt this the one fucking spot you donβt want to be?Β
βWe need a nesting pod. Our child wonβt survive for long without one,β he tells you all while keeping his hand clamped tightly shut over your lips.Β
Frustrated, you sink your teeth into his rough, calloused fingers with all your might.Β
Drohako, unaffected by your efforts, rolls his eyes, but releases his hand all the same.Β
βWeβre a team asshole,β you mutter. βYou tell me the plan, always.β You keep your scowl even as he dismounts the big cat and lifts you off its back like a doll.Β
βFine.β the brute agrees.
βSo letβs go in there and get the damn pod and then get the hell out of dodge, yeah?β You tighten the knot on your pants, cursing the fact that your attire is far from practical. What you wouldnβt give for some fucking leggings right about now.
βInforming you of the plan is a much different request than including you in it.β His lip curls back in disbelief, as though he canβt fathom that youβre requesting to accompany him.Β
βSo youβre just going to leave me out here? That doesnβt seem any safer!β
As you cross your arms and pout, he reaches for a dagger on his hip, carefully transferring it into your hands.Β
βI donβt even know how to use a knife,β you complain.Β
A look of surprise crosses his face as his eyebrows shoot up.
βPut the blade into any soft spot you can reach. Donβt talk you way out a conformation, I know that mouth of yours. You go for your opponentβs eyes, groin, throat. Inflict as much damage as you can and when weβre safe at the hunting cave, Iβll teach you the proper way to wield a blade.β He seems overly confident in your skills. βAnd Graysi will rip the throat out of an attacker well before you even realize their presence.β
You feel the presence of the enormous feline behind you, its claws tugging at the fabric of your pant leg, dragging you towards the ground. Once youβre seated, he wraps his body around you, resting his enormous head on your lap.
βI donβt like this,β you scowl up at him. βHurry, be safe, donβt do anything stupid.β
βYou worry about me for nothing. I am the strongest in my clan,β He tells you as he saunters towards a door at the far side of the wall. With a forceful swing of his sturdy leg, he kicks the door so hard that it almost breaks off its hinges.
βDonβt be a dick, donβt showoffβyou have to come back to me, to us.β You place a hand on your stomach.Β
βDonβt be a dick, donβt show offβyou have to come back to me, to us,β you whisper, placing a gentle hand on your stomach. The heaviness of your words lingers in the air. Deep within you, a tiny life is growing. In this moment, you need Drohako to understand the gravity of their actions, to realize that their choices not only affected themselves but the future within you.
In a momentary lapse, Drohakoβs haughty demeanor falters, and a flicker of fear crosses his face.Β
Just as quickly as it faltered, the mask slide back up.Β
βYou have my word. Now stay put.β He jabs his pointer finger in the air at you.Β
So you listen for once. Staying put, you trace the stripes on Graysiβs head with your fingernails as he purrs.Β
You count his whiskers and once youβve done that three times in a row; it doesnβt do much do calm your anxiety. You lift his hulking head as the cat grumbles and you shift the direction your legs are going. The adjustment just leaves your thigh full of pins and needles, and you try to flex your foot to get the blood pumping again.Β
Annoyed by your incessant squirming, Graysi places a heavy paw on your leg, demanding stillness.Β
βYouβre a moose,β you huff as you shove his leg to the side.Β
Petting his yellow fur, you continue to wait, your eyes locked on the open door.Β
But with all this waiting comes thoughts, and bad ones. This plan doesnβt seem well thought out enough. It seems really risky. Why wouldnβt you wait to do this?
A ball forms in the pit of your stomach.Β
What if Drohako doesnβt come back?Β
You have little time to spiral into your own thoughts as a bright flash and heat pours out of the door.Β
Your breath catches in your throat as you see a charred Drohako, arms wrapped tightly around some kind of plastic pod, come flying through the doorway.Β
His body hits the ground with a crack, and you can actually hear the wind knocked from his chest.Β
Graysi scrambles to stand, his claw pushing deeply into your skin. The rush of adrenaline as you hurry to his side masks the pain, making it feel dull and distant.Β
As you roll him onto his side, his eyes remain closed, giving no hint of his consciousness.Β
βDrohako!β You yelp as you thwack him hard on the back.Β
His eyes shoot open as heβs sputtering, gasping for breath. When his eyes lock with yours, he coughs and sweeps you into his arms. As he gets his legs underneath him, he wobbles unsteadily. But with each bounding leap, his confidence surges.Β
βWhat the fuck happened?β You yelp as he throws you over Graysiβs back. Stuffing the egg-shaped device into the rucksack on the catβs hips.Β
He swings his own leg over, mounting the beast. With a kick to its ribs, youβre off like a shot. The surrounding darkness grows as you ride into the night.Β
As you gallop into the darkness, you can hear the raised voices and the clank of boots. Theyβre after you, but theyβre too slow compared to the feline to catch you.
Drohako kicks again, and Graysi pushes us even faster into the night.Β
βComplications caused a fucking explosion?β You demand an answer from him, turning your body as much as you can to get a better look at him as you ride.Β
Noticing your struggle, he quickly intervenes and flips you around. Now, facing him, your legs intertwine with his as you straddle both the cat and the alien.Β
βI have the nesting pod. It shouldnβt matter how it was obtained,β he grunts out.Β
Youβre ready to yell at him again, to give him a piece of your mind, but as you brace your hand against his side, you feel wetness. When you pull your hand back, itβs covered with his black blood.Β
βYouβre hurt!β You squeak, quickly putting your hand back to apply pressure to his wound.Β
βIt is nothing.β He blinks rapidly as the dust from the catβs paws flies into the air.Β
You jab a finger close to the wound. You shouldnβtβItβs cruel. His body recoils at your touch.
βNothing?β You parrot back to him. βYou get us to that cave as fast as you can!β you tell him before wrapping your other arm around his torso and burying your face against his wooly chest.Β
βI thought you didnβt know how to stab,β he winces as you reapply pressure.
βShut up,β you tell him as tear fall from your eyes.Β
Iβm angry, so why the fuck am I crying?Β
What started as a casual arrangement for rough sex has grown into a connection that goes beyond physical intimacy. You havenβt wanted to admit it before, but the constant knot in your stomach and the racing thoughts are forcing you to confront the undeniable fear of losing him.
You know what this emotion is.
βI love you, idiot.βΒ
βYouβre a warrior, whether you admit it or not,β he says, putting his free arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
Summary// With your mother only being half river nymph, you didnβt expect to have to deal with hardly any of the things that full nymphs have to go through, especially heat. However, after a few days of painful cramping and unrelenting need, Madja diagnosed you with the thing you had thought would skip over you. So when you isolate yourself from your friends, specifically three Illyrian males, to ride it out, the last thing you expect is for them to come to your door offering help.
(My first multiple fic, my first heat fic, my first bat boys ficβ¦ya girl is stressed but ready to impress. I hope it meets every wild fantasy you have because let's be honest, who hasnβt thought about being in the middle of them? Let me know how you like it!)
WARNINGS: 18+, smut, multiple partners, one reader, dirty talk, just so messy, oral (m&f), anal, everyone gets a hole lol, teasing, multiple orgasms, masturbation, cum eating, double penetration,Β
After Madja had sent you off to your apartment, giving her best advice to just ride it out until the hunger and fever broke, you felt like sobbing. The room was too hot, the feeling of your clothes on your skin stimulating you too much, and with every agonizing step towards your bedroom, you cursed your mother and her entire bloodline.
River nymphs had heats every year, it was what kept their species alive, and you couldnβt fault them for that. But you did fault your mother, who granted was only half nymph, for dismissing your concerns over the same thing happening to you and explaining that you were hardly considered one of them, your blood holding more faerie than nymph.Β
She had only experienced them every ten or so years so after you had hit the age of maturity and showed no signs, your mother assumed you were in the clear. If she were here now, you would be stomping your feet and shouting like a child for her lack of information that could help you at your most desperate hour.Β
βIβm going to die here.β You groaned, stripping off your clothes and letting the air try to dry your sweat-slicked body. βI have nothing, no one, to help and by the time anyone finds me I will be dust from how bloody hot my skin is.β
A sharp cramp twisted your stomach, sending you to your knees as you cried out in pain. Madja had given you a few tips to help you, most of them being some form of intercourse or sexual gratification, but you could barely gain the strength to use your own hand let alone prowl the streets for a poor guy.
Suddenly you remembered her suggestion of an ice bath, knowing it would at least curb the heat, and you crawled to your bathroom to turn on the tap to the coldest setting. You didnβt even wait for it to fill up, slinking all the way down as the water rose slowly.
It made you hiss at the drastic change, your skin now feeling like it was getting freezer burned, but you gritted your teeth and closed your eyes to try and meditate through the pain.
I can do this. I can get through this. I am more than my pain.
βMotherfucker.β You grunt, feeling like a knife is slicing open your belly while a fresh wave of need makes your already wet sex even wetter. Using your foot to turn off the water that was now up to your neck, you let your other hand slide into the tub and between your folds.
As soon as you touched your clit the tension in your neck and shoulders started to disappear. It was like drinking water after going through a desert, an orgasm already building up quicker than your fingers could rub.
Your mind flickered through different people, and different scenarios, trying to find one to settle on to bring you over the edge. The coil was getting tighter and tighter, your body screaming for release just as you imagine your friends, three of them to be exact, watching you hungrily as you chased your release.
The image stayed front and center in your mind, molding to them fisting their own cocks as they watched, and you felt your orgasm start to travel up your body.Β
Until loud, insistent knocking ripped you from your fantasy.Β
You let out a shriek of frustration, almost falling out of the bathtub as you got up and wrapped a towel around yourself to march over to the door. Whoever it was was still knocking, and when you yanked it open, you opened your mouth to scream at them to leave you the hell alone before letting it snap shut in shock.
Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian stood outside your apartment looking somewhat uncomfortable, all of them fidgeting in their spots as you stood there dripping wet.Β
Literally and figuratively.
βW-what are you guys doing here?β You stuttered, grasping your towel closer to your body while trying not to think about what you had just imagined in the bathroom. Madja had told you she would explain your condition to them, but you hadnβt expected them to come over.Β
βUh, Madja told us you were sick, so we just wanted to check on you.β Cassian said while rubbing the back of his head. You knew they could smell your arousal, but you were praying to the Mother that they wouldnβt mention it, that they would just leave before the cramps came back.
βYeah, she said you were hurting pretty bad.β Azriel added, mouth tight and hands clenched. You pinched the bridge of your nose and looked over to your High Lord, watching his eyebrows draw together in concern.
βDo you need anything, Y/N?β Rhysand asked with sincerity, making your heart flip at the kindness. They all had your best interest at heart, the four of you had been friends for years, but it was coming at the worst time possible.
βYeah no, Iβm okay.β You smiled before grunting as your cramps came back, making you grasp the doorframe with all of your strength as if it was calling out your lie. βReally, I-Iβll be fine!β The last word was more of a wheeze and you shut your eyes to take in some deep breaths.
βBy the gods, Y/N, are you alright?β Rhysand cursed, catching you in his arms when your knees buckled. His warmth and scent immediately had your mind going into a frenzy, moaning as your common sense started to drift out the door when he unconsciously pulled you closer.
It felt so nice, he felt so nice, and you couldnβt stop yourself from burying your head into his neck and inhaling his smell. You missed the look he was sharing with his brothers, looking to them for answers. They licked their lips, practically tasting your arousal in the air, and Cassian motioned for everyone to go inside.Β
Whatever was going to happen didnβt need to be done in the hallway.Β
βFuck this place is covered in her scent.β Azriel noted, his cock stirring in his pants as they went further in until they found your bedroom. He turned to look at you squirming in Rhysβs arms, noticing how you were rubbing your thighs together in need, and even he couldnβt control how his shadows slid out and down his arms in excitement and curiosity.
Rhysand laid you on the bed gingerly, groaning loudly as you all but ripped the towel off of your body. All three of them felt their morals slip, eyeing you up like a piece of meat as you reached for the closest maleβ¦who turned out to be Cassian.
You looked up at him with big, doe eyes and a pout on your lips. βPlease, please touch me, I canβt do this aloneβ¦β You pleaded while moving your hands down to the front of his pants, palming the large erection that made your walls throb in want. βCassian, please!β
He took a deep breath through his nostrils before grasping both of your hands in his own, holding you still as more pretty cries left your mouth. βWhat do we do? We canβt just leave her but I donβt think I can take much more of this, Rhys.β
They shared another look, as if they were speaking in their own language, before Rhys took Cassianβs place and bent down to your eye level. He grasped your face firmly, trying to use pain to get you to come back to reality for a moment so he could ask for your consent.Β
βY/N? Y/N.β He said sternly, watching the light return to your eyes briefly. βYou need help. We can help you but we need your consent.β
The world around was blurry, your primal instincts fighting with all their might to take back control, but you tried your best to focus on his words. They wanted to help you through this, like the good friends they were, butβ¦
βAll of you?β You questioned, words slurring while looking at Cassian and Azriel. βAt the same time?β
Azriel chuckled, coming up behind you while Cassian joined Rhys in front of you. βIf you can take us, angel.β He teased, one of his shadows caressing your bare arm which made a shiver overtake your body momentarily.
Rhys shot him a glare, knowing he wasnβt helping, before softening his gaze when he looked at you again. βYouβre in pain, darling. Let us help you.β He cooed, his own lust prickling his blood while Cassian ran a large hand up your leg.Β
βWeβll take care of you sweetheart, we promise.β Cassian smirked, watching your eyes flutter at all of the attention your body was craving. It wasnβt even up for debate at the point you were out, your body so desperate for them that you would sooner throw yourself out the window than say no to the men that you dreamed of.Β
You licked your lips and nodded, looking deep into Rhysandβs eyes as you softly whispered, βYes, please. I want it. I want all of you.βΒ
As soon as you gave your permission, they descended on you, three pairs of mouths claiming you in different places. Azriel had moved your hair so he could kiss your neck, his tongue easing the fire under your skin while Cassian lifted one of your legs to start kissing up your inner calf and thigh. Rhysand had taken your lips, molding them perfectly against your own and groaning at your taste.Β
It was hard to focus on who to pay attention to so you decided to finally give in fully to your heat and let your body guide you. One of your hands went behind you to grasp Azrielβs hair, nails digging into his scalp while your other went down to Rhysβs collar to pull him closer.
They continued their coordinated attacks for a few more minutes before Cassian grew tired of being at the bottom. He grabbed both of your legs and threw them sideways so that you were now fully on the bed, ignoring his brothers growls as he quickly found a home between your legs.Β
βLook at how wet you are for us, Y/Nβ¦β He grinned, spreading you open as Azriel and Rhys bent over to look. All three of them moaned as they saw how sticky you were, the juices of your arousal now sliding down your ass from how much you wanted them.Β
βDonβt worry, sweetheart, Iβve got you.β Cassian murmured before licking your pussy clean, his long tongue going in every crevice to taste as much as he could. You gasped loudly, your hands flying to grasp at the sheets as he ate you out.
Your hips immediately started to grind against his face while Azriel bent down to start playing with your breasts, pinching and squeezing the soft mounds that caused your sounds to grow even louder. He watched you with those dark, amber eyes as he took a nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue at the same time Cassian flicked your clit.
The pleasure was making you go insane. Your head tilted back only to blink in surprise when Rhysand stared back at you, a feline grin gracing his lips as he went behind you and held your arms above your head so that you were powerless against them. He then forced your head back down so that you were watching his brothers touch you, whispering into your ear to add to your experience.
βLook at how they are touching you, darling. How desperate they are for just a taste of you.β He purred, licking the shell of your ear while you started to pant. Another coil winded tightly in your belly and they could sense it, helping you get closer to your release. βI canβt wait to see for myself but I want you to cum first, can you do that?β
You nodded shakily, your mouth opening as all of the sensations of their touches grew to be too much. Cassianβs tongue snaking into your hole and Azrielβs teeth tugging your nipple was what pushed you over the edge, babbling out incoherently as your orgasm hit you like a shooting star.
Rhysand talked you through it, his cock throbbing steadily as he watched you coat Cassianβs face in your cum. Azriel removed himself from your breasts and started to take off his clothes, his brothers following suit until you were all naked and horny.
All of their cocks were of various sizes and girths but you wanted to taste and fuck them all, your body moving on its own as you crawled towards Azriel and started to fist his cock. You were on all fours, ass out, and you didnβt even flinch when you felt one of them slap their cock against your cunt.
When Cassian appeared beside you, you realized who was behind you, turning to look as the High Lord of the Night Court eased himself into you. It was a stretch but you didnβt feel any pain, a high-pitched whine escaping your throat as he wasted no time in grabbing your hips and picking up speed.
βAngel,β Azriel called, his shadows curling around your face to turn you to look back at him and Cassian. βDonβt forget about us.βΒ
Your hand resumed its pace while you turned to Cassian and gazed up at him innocently, opening your mouth wide enough so he could guide his dick into your mouth so you wouldnβt lose your balance. Both Illyrians growled above you, Cassian using your hair as leverage while Azriel thrusts his hips in time with your hand.Β
βThatβs it, darling, thatβs it.β Rhysand praised behind you, enjoying how tight you were squeezing him and also how much you were into this. He wishes he could freeze this moment forever. You looked so beautiful, taking them all like this, and he knew his brothers felt the same.Β
βMmmmm, fucsks!β You garbled around Cassian, drool trailing down your chin as Rhys abused your hole like he owned it. You switched your positions so that Azriel was now in your mouth, taking him all the way down which had him shouting your name while you let Cass fuck your hand.
The room smelled like sex and sweat, an intoxicating combination as Rhysand felt his own orgasm swell in his balls. Your body sensed it as well, catching up easily as your walls fluttered around him. Azrielβs thrusts were starting to get sloppy as well and before you knew it, they were both filling you up with their cum.Β
Both of your holes couldnβt handle the amount of seed and when they pulled away, it leaked out of the corners of your mouth and cunt. Rhysand used two fingers to catch what had fallen and stuff it back inside, smirking at how you sucked his fingers back in.
Cassianβs release was right there and you turned to face him, opening wide as he moaned your name and coated your face and chin with his finish. It was hot and sticky but you loved it, swishing around the mixture of him and Azriel before swallowing it.
Two strong, scarred hands lifted you up and brought you to his height, kissing you and tasting himself and Cassian on your tongue. The fire that was once burning uncontrollably was now dying down but you still needed more. You wanted them all.
βI need more.β You panted, turning to look at them pitifully. βPlease, I need more of you all. To be stuffed full.β
They chuckled at how desperate you sounded, as if they would deny you of that. Cassian snatched you from Azβs arms and laid himself back onto the bed, getting comfy as you reached down to line him up to your cunt. He was longer than Rhys, hitting that button inside of you immediately. You grunted when he bottomed out inside of you, enjoying as his hands came up to grope your tits as you started to ride him.
βSo perfect,β Azriel said, coming up behind you and kissing down your neck as you felt one of his fingers prod against your asshole. It felt foreign but you didnβt care, arching your back to give him easier access. βYou think you can take both of us, Y/N?β
Rhysand came up to your side and tilted your face to look at him, brushing the hair out of your eyes while taking in your cum-stained beauty. βOf course she can, Azriel. Sheβs a good girl.β The words sent a chill down your spine and he smirked, bending down to kiss you gently at the same time Azriel pushed into your ass.Β
A loud whimper came from your chest at the feeling, nails digging into Rhysβs skin so deeply that blood pooled at the sight. He could care less though, pulling away so he could wrap a hand around your throat to watch you lose yourself in their presence.Β
After a moment you motioned for Cassian and Azriel to move, eyebrows knitting together at just how good they felt being in you at the same time. It was your wildest fantasy and judging from the sounds of everyone else, it was theirs as well.
βOh my godsβ¦β You moaned, your face still turned to Rhysβs. He stuck a thumb in your open mouth and you immediately wrapped your lips around it and began to suck it.Β
Meanwhile, Cassian and Azriel looked like they were in heaven. The former had his eyes screwed shut as you bounced on his cock like you were made for him while the latter was biting and kissing any bare skin he could get to. The sound of everyoneβs skin slapping against something had your ears ringing and despite your best effort to hold off, your body wanted to cum again.
You looked down and saw Rhysandβs cock standing tall but lonely, trying to reach for it but he tightened his grip on your throat and shook his head. βI enjoy watching as much as I enjoy partaking, Y/N Darling.β He cooed, pushing his thumb farther back until you gagged. βJust enjoy what my brothers are giving you.βΒ
A nod was your only response as he let you go, Azriel taking full advantage and pulling your face towards him for a searing kiss. Rhys started to stroke his own cock as Cassian started to get close to another release, smacking your ass roughly.
βMβgonna fill you up, sweetheart, fuck.β He panted, watching you tongue fuck Azrielβs face which only spurred him closer to the edge. βCauldron help me. Youβre going to be the death of me Y/N.β
His cock throbbed inside of you and when you left Azriel to kiss him, he lost in. Cassianβs mouth was dominating as he thrust sharply into you, groaning into your mouth as he emptied his balls into you. Azriel was right behind, grasping your hips and moaning loudly.
The feeling of both of them stuffing you full had you finishing with them, your body slumping forward and onto Cassianβs chest as you barely had any energy to even cry out. It felt like the first wave of your heat was finally done, your body exhausted, as they both pulled out of you.
Before you could fully fall asleep, you realized Rhys hadnβt came and when you turned to him, he smiled sweetly and kissed your forehead. βGo to sleep, Y/N. We can continue this when you wake up.β
Your body immediately listened to him, eyes shutting as you fell asleep quickly on Cassianβs chest. They all looked at each other, everyone tired and fucked out, before Azriel said, βWhen she wakes up?β
βOh yes, heats like these come in waves,β Rhys explained, heading towards the bathroom to grab some towels for everyone. When he returned, he threw them at his brothers with a smile, looking at you sleeping peacefully and saying, βWeβre definitely doing this again.β
βCanβt wait.β Cassian grinned, kissing your temple. Azriel nodded in agreement and joined the two of you in bed. It was going to be one hell of a week.Β
β‘ DAY 1 β‘ π πππ πππ ππππππππ. Roronoa Zoro x f! reader. .cumpdump
β‘ DAY 2 β‘ πππ π ππππππππ ππππππ. Adult! Ichigo x "step" sis! reader (no blood tights nor family rs) .stepcest
β‘ DAY 3 β‘ ππππππ & ππππ . Charlotte Katakuri x f! reader .lactation
β‘ DAY 4 β‘ ππππππππππ. X-Drake x gn! dom! reader. humiliation
β‘ DAY 5 β‘ πππππππ ππππ. Law x f! reader x Kidd. threesome
β‘ DAY 6 β‘ ππππππππ πππππππ. Law x f! reader. sex with a stranger
β‘ DAY 7 β‘ πππππππππ ππ πππππ πππππ'π ππππ. marco x f! reader. impregnation
β‘ DAY 8 β‘ ππππ ππππ & ππππππ. Ichiji x f! reader. unprotected sex
β‘ DAY 9 β‘ ππππππππππ πππππππππ. adult! Ichigo x afab! r. feminization
β‘ DAY 10 β‘ πππππ ππππ π ππππππ ππ ππππ. Urahara x f! reader. watersports
β‘ DAY 11 β‘ π ππππ/ππππ. Doflamingo x f! reader. Anal.
β‘ DAY 12 β‘ ππππ ππππ. Portgas D. Ace x f! reader. car sex
β‘ DAY 13 β‘ πππ ππππππ ππ ππππ ππππ ππππ. Shanks x f! reader
β‘ DAY 14 β‘ π ππππππ ππ, π ππ π ππππ ππππππ. Mihawk x f! reader. creampie
β‘ DAY 15 β‘ππ π ππππππ πππππππ. Katakuri x f! reader. size kink
β‘ DAY 16β‘ πππππππππ πππππ. Sanji x f! reader. food play
β‘ DAY 17β‘ ππππ / πππππ. Shinji x f! reader. facesitting
β‘ DAY 18β‘ ππππ π ππππ King x afab! reader. biting.
β‘ DAY 19β‘ ππππππππ. Kidd x f! reader. slave/master
β‘ DAY 20β‘ π ππππππ ππ πππππ. Renji x f! reader
β‘ DAY 21β‘ πππππππ πππ ππππ. Law x Zoro x f! reader. dp
β‘ DAY 22β‘ ππππππ ππππ ππππ. Byakuya x f! reader. sleep play
β‘ DAY 23β‘ ππππ'π π ππ ππππππ?. Rosinante x gn! reader. rimming
β‘ DAY 24β‘ πππ πππππ ππππ Law x f! reader. daddy kink
β‘ DAY 25β‘ ππππ & π ππ. Sir Crocodile x gn! reader. Thigh riding
β‘ DAY 26β‘ πππππ, ππππ.Β Kyoraku Shunsui x f! reader. shower sex
β‘ DAY 27β‘ πππ ππππ'π πππππ. Luffy x afab! reader. Bondage
β‘ DAY 28β‘ π πππ'π ππππππ. Sanji x f! reader. Pegging
β‘ DAY 29β‘ πππ πππππππππ. Izou x f! reader. Spanking
β‘ DAY 30β‘ π ππ ππ ππππππ ππ [πππ] Shanks x f! reader. Public sex
β‘ DAY 31β‘ πππ'π πππππππππ ππ. Kidd x f! reader. forced orgasm
