Dog hybrids needed stimulation. That was just biology.
Simon had read that somewhere, or maybe been told. Mental engagement in the absence of physical exercise. Keep the brain busy or the body would find something worse to do with itself.
He gave Soap your pussy portal when the dog hybrid was being too annoying for Ghost to handle.
That had been hours ago.
Soap was sprawled across his bunk, your pussy portal clutched in both hands, pressed hungrily to his face. His tail had been going since the first lick, steady rhythmic thumping that had slowed down now, gone heavy and languid, the way it did when he stopped caring about anything outside the immediate ten inches in front of his face.
He dragged his tongue slow and flat from bottom to top, gathered everything he found there, swallowed, did it again. Your cunt had been swollen for the better part of three hours, folds puffy and slick. He whined when you tightened, hummed when you softened, ears perking up when he made you gush against his tongue and tail thumped when he made you go still and shivery instead.
He sucked your clit between his lips and his tail thumped harder.
"Fuckin' hell, lass." The words came out muffled, half pressed against your folds. His voice had gone rough an hour ago, scraped raw from all the sounds he was making. Drool and slick had tracked down his chin and he hadn't once moved to wipe it. "Taste so good. Taste so- aye, tha's it- "
He drank down what you gave him with a sound that had no self consciousness in it at all.
His cock had been hard since the first ten minutes, sweatpants doing nothing, a damp spot worked through the fabric at the tip. He got a hand on it eventually, rough, impatient, barely enough, and when that stopped being enough he freed it entirely and lined the head up with your cunt and pushed in, hips rolling forward until the wet clutch of your cunt swallowed him to the root.
His jaw dropped open.
He bit his own forearm. Muffled something long and reverent into his own skin.
"There ye are," he breathed, when he finally could. "There- wee thing, look at ye, takin' me so- "
His hips moved before he finished the sentence. Short, hard thrusts, the kind that didn't have patience behind them. His tail had gone from lazy thumping to something frantic, whipping side to side, ears perked forward, pupils blown wide and dark as he watched your pussy swallow him down to his curls.
He bottomed out and held there, grinding, tongue lolling, a thin string of drool from his lower lip, completely unselfconscious about every single thing his body was doing.
Hours blurred. He’d pull out to lap at the cum he already pumped into your, tongue fucking it deeper, then mount the portal again. Rutting like a dog in heat, hips pistoning, balls slapping wetly against your cunt, cock aching more with every desperate thrust before slamming in deep and holding there, flooding your sopping pussy with thick ropes of cum until it leaked out messily around his shaft.
Then he’d pull free with a wet pop, only to start licking you clean again, over and over, never letting your poor cunt rest.
Miles away your thighs were clamped together, both hands digging in the couch cushions, a bruise already forming on your lower lip from three hours of biting it. Cum had tracked down to the back of your knee. Your cunt was swollen past the point of being able to track individual sensations, everything had blurred into one long trembling register of too much that somehow kept tipping over into more.
You had stopped being embarrassed about the sounds you were making an hour ago.
What the hell had gotten into your husband, Simon Riley, today? He wasn’t normally like this.
─ summary: After seeing his brother have his way with you, the wife he has been neglecting, Maekar realises just how much he wants you.
─ pairing: Maekar Targaryen x wife!reader, Baelor Targaryen x reader
─ content: 18+ MDNI | loss of virginity | voyeurism | exhibitionism | technically this was all a threesome... | smut | no plot | word count ~1.5k
─ a/n: To be between the hammer and the anvil, a girl (or man) can dream. The girl is of course me and I am assuming all of you. The much awaited continuation of Shall I Continue.Thank you always for reading, commenting, reblogging, and requesting. 🖤
The air in the bedchamber was thick, charged with the scent of your arousal and the heavy, oppressive weight of the men staring at you. Baelor had just stepped back, his challenge hanging in the silence, asking if Maekar was finally capable of doing his duty. The question seemed to snap something inside Maekar.
He moved with a sudden, violent urgency, all but shoving Baelor aside, his shoulder connecting with his brother's chest, forcing the taller man back a step. Maekar didn't even seem to register the contact. His violet eyes, usually so cold and distant, were burning now, fixed entirely on you. The indifference of the past months had evaporated, replaced by a hunger that was terrifying and thrilling all at once. He loomed over the edge of the bed, his chest heaving, staring down at your naked, exposed form as if he were seeing a star fall from the sky.
You looked up at him, your heart hammering against your ribs, legs still parted from Baelor's attentions. You felt incredibly vulnerable, yet the power you held over him in this moment was undeniable. He was mesmerised. The man who had ignored your existence for weeks was now unable to tear his gaze away.
"How do you want me, husband?" you asked, your voice trembling but audible in the quiet room.
The word husband seemed to undo him. A low, ragged sound tore from his throat, half-groan, half-growl. He leaned down, bracing a hand on the mattress beside your head, and captured your lips.
It was nothing like the dry, perfunctory peck he had given you at the wedding altar. This was a conquest. His mouth was hot and demanding, his beard scraping against your sensitive skin in a way that made you shiver. He kissed you deeply, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, tasting you, stealing the breath from your lungs. You gasped into his mouth, your hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders as you felt the hard muscle beneath the fabric of his tunic.
He broke the kiss only to strip you of the last barrier between you. His hands were rough, impatient, hooking into the fabric of your shift and yanking it down your arms. You lifted your hips to help him, and within seconds, the linen was discarded on the floor. You were entirely naked, bared to the flickering candlelight and the hungry eyes of both men.
Baelor, having recovered from the shove, stepped closer to the bed. His gaze moved over you slowly, a deliberate, appreciative perusal that started at your flushed face and traced down the curve of your neck, over the heave of your breasts, and settled on the damp heat between your thighs. He reached out, his hand sliding up your ribs, his palm warm and slightly calloused. He brushed his thumb over the swell of your breast.
"Look at her," Baelor said, his voice low and rough. "Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?"
Maekar watched his brother's hand on you, and instead of the anger you might have expected, he let out a groan of agreement, his own hand coming to rest on your hip, gripping you hard.
He descended upon you, and took your nipple into his mouth. The sensation was sharp and wet. He licked the tight peak, his tongue swirling around before sucking hard, drawing a cry from your lips. He didn't linger there long, his need was too great. He kissed a trail down your stomach until he reached the apex of your thighs, leaned in and gave your clit a few quick, firm licks, tasting the wetness Baelor had drawn from you. The touch was fleeting but intense, sending a jolt of pleasure through your nerves that made your back arch off the mattress.
Then he rose up, his hands moving to the laces of his breeches. He worked them frantically, his cock springing forth, thick and heavy and flushed with blood.
He paused then, his hand wrapping around the base of his shaft and looked you in the eye, his violet gaze searching yours, checking, making sure you actually wanted this despite the circumstances, despite the audience. The stern, judgmental mask was gone, leaving only a man desperate for connection.
You nodded. "Please," you whispered.
Maekar positioned himself between your legs, spreading your thighs wider with his knees, and guided the head of his cock to your entrance, pushing forward slowly. The stretch was immediate and intense. He was big, thicker than you had imagined, and your body, though wet, resisted the intrusion.
He entered you inch by inch, his jaw clenched tight with the effort of holding back. There was a lot of discomfort, a burning sting as your body adjusted to the sudden invasion. You gasped, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you, your eyes squeezing shut.
Baelor's hand moved to your face, his thumb stroking your cheek with a tenderness that belied the raw scene. He watched your expression shift as Maekar filled you, cataloguing every wince and flutter of your lashes.
"There you are," Baelor murmured. "You are alright. Just breathe for him."
Maekar seated himself fully inside you, his hips flush against yours, and stilled. He seemed overwhelmed, his body trembling slightly as he fought for control. The initial sting began to fade, replaced by a dull, heavy ache that throbbed in time with your heartbeat.
He began to move. At first, his thrusts were shallow, experimental. The friction was strange, but as he found a rhythm, the discomfort began to recede, melting into something else. It started to feel good. The fullness, the drag of his cock against your inner walls, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress, it was overwhelming in the best possible way.
Maekar truly could not believe he had denied himself this for so long. You were perfect. You felt incredible, tight and hot and wet, gripping him like a velvet fist. He had been a fool to sleep in the cold when he could have been in your warmth.
"Do you like how that feels?" Baelor asked from his perch on the side of the bed. His eyes were locked on the place where you and Maekar were joined.
You nodded frantically, unable to form words, your breath coming in short pants.
"Tell him," Baelor commanded, his voice firm.
"Yes," your voice breaking on a moan as Maekar rolled his hips. "So good, Maekar."
"Good girl," Baelor praised. He sat back and watched, a dark, satisfied figure in the corner of your vision, while Maekar fucked you.
Maekar, however, did not like where your attention lay. He was moving faster now, properly fucking you, the bed creaking rhythmically beneath you. Your moans and screams were filling the room, driving him crazy, but he wanted them for himself.
With a growl, he reached up and turned your face away from Baelor with one hand, gripping your chin firmly and pulling your attention back to him. He forced you to look into his violet eyes, to see only him.
"Mine," he grunted, the word punched out of him with a sharp thrust. "You are mine. I was a fool, a stupid, stubborn fool, but I am here now."
He began to whisper nasty things to you, filth that shocked your ears but inflamed your blood. He apologised for neglecting you in the same breath that he praised your sweet cunt, telling you how tight you were, how good you felt milking his cock, how he was going to fuck you every night to make up for lost time.
He grabbed your leg, hooking your knee and pushing it up toward his shoulder. The new position folded you nearly in half, changing the angle of his penetration. He slid so incredibly deep that you cried out, a mewling sound that was half-pleasure, half-pain. He was hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars, a place that felt too sensitive to be touched.
"Come on," Maekar urged, his voice ragged. "Give it to me. Let me feel you."
The pressure built to a breaking point. The coil in your belly tightened until it snapped. Your inner walls clamped down around him, rippling and fluttering as waves of pleasure crashed over you.
Maekar followed you shortly after. You felt him pulse inside you, his cock jerking as he spilled his seed deep into your womb, filling you with heat. He thrust through his release, riding out the aftershocks, marking you.
You were exhausted.
Maekar removed himself from you slowly. He leaned over you, placing a gentle, almost reverent kiss on your forehead before lying down beside you with a groan. He didn't bother to cover himself or tuck himself away, leaving his cock to lay against his thigh, still glistening with your combined fluids.
You lay there with your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath, your body humming with the aftershocks of the most intense experience of your life.
Then a shadow fell over you.
You opened your eyes, blinking against the dim light. Baelor was standing over you. He had unlaced his breeches while you were recovering, and he was stroking himself slowly, his eyes locked on yours. There was no hesitation in him, only a dark, expectant demand.
Maekar sat up, propping himself on his elbow. He looked at his brother with an expression that was somewhere between disbelief and exhaustion.
Baelor did not look at him, his gaze was only for you.
"Surely," he said, his voice smooth and dangerous, "you would not allow me to go unsatisfied."
Request: would you be able to write a story with a fem!reader, male orc, and male minotaur smoking weed together and then having a threesome? you can do whatever you want from there:)
Best pussy ever
Orc x minotaur x fem!reader || sharing is caring, dirty talk, breeding || tw: recreational drugs
Spending time with your best friends is always fun, but when one of them has a little bit of extra spice to make it giggly and carefree…
It’s like the whole world crashed into the background, and everything that exists is right here, only the three of you in this room. All three of you are lounging in a big sofa-slash-bed that feels like a cloud under your body as you take another hit and pass it along.
They’re laughing about something, and you are just… quietly listening. Their inhuman voices always dulled you into a sense of comfort that left you pliant and shut your brain to all your worries.
Which isn’t always good, because a silent brain means a brain ready to think about how hot it would be to be the sandwich between your minotaur and orc best friends. And they aren’t making it easy on you, talking about girls.
Your minotaur best friend is sighing in exasperation while he complains about his latest fuck-buddy. “So I told her we wouldn’t be hooking up anymore, but good goddess am I horny nowadays.”
“Dude, don’t be stupid, she was so bad for you.” Your orc best friend was telling him, taking a deep breath and releasing a cloud of smoke above his head, obscuring his handsome green face for a tiny second.
“I know, I know…” The minotaur pouts. “But human pussy is just superior.”
You try not to laugh at their stupidity, but then both of them turn in your direction, arched eyebrows and equally predatory smiles. “Can you confirm that, darling?” Your big green best friend asks.
You let out an incredulous laugh: “I can’t talk about every pussy, but mine is pretty good. Got no complaints so far.” You take another slow breath, the smoke warming my chest.
They stare at you mesmerized, gaping like fish as if I just said something revolutionary. The orc sighs, and his tone turns whiny, his hand repositioning his dick in his pants as you stare. “Damn, darling, I wish I could try it.”
You can’t look away from his crotch, and the words stumble out of you before you can think anything more: “Maybe… Maybe you can.” Did you just say that? Did you just offer your pussy to your best friend? He takes one last inhale before killing the blunt.
“What?! Not fair! I was the one longing for human pussy, and he gets it and I don’t?” The minotaur is ready to break the spell, but his words only make the room more tense in anticipation.
You look between them, your body loose and your brain content, and thinking about it… You want it. You want them. “Well… Maybe you can have a try, too?” You offer him, smiling shyly in their direction and giggling, your brain still fuzzy in the best way possible.
They were speechless, and the orc was the first one to break the silence. “Do you mean it? Like, do you really mean it?”
Do you want to be fucked by two big monsters? You don’t have to think hard about the answer: “Yes.”
“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this moment so long,” the minotaur says. You smile in his direction, hoping it expresses how much you’ve been waiting for this, too.
It must have because in less than a second they are crossing the distance between you. The minotaur pushes you back against the cushions and attacks your mouth like a starving man. You feel the hands of the orc on your side, and you moan, your pussy getting wet and making both of them moan at the scent of your arousal.
It’s rushed, it’s needy and it’s fucking perfect.
“Are you getting wet for us, darling?” The orc’s voice is way lower than usual, and it does things to you. Naughty things. Things that only get wetter the second his hand finds your boobs, and he starts groping you like there’s no tomorrow.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
That’s so hot. You are so hot. They are so hot. Your head feels like cotton candy and each touch is like lightning to your senses.
You are losing your mind. Your brain is floating in a cloud, and you can’t focus on anything that’s not their hands on your body, their groping touches and the minotaur’s mouth currently sucking a hickey on your neck.
Clothes fly everywhere, and soon the contact of skin-on-skin is driving you insane with desire to have them in you ASAP. “Who goes first?” You ask, parting your legs to show them your glistening pussy.
They moan in unison, and you smirk at them, your fingers reaching down to rub your clit while they try to hold themselves back. The minotaur points at you, telling the orc: “You go, you’ve been waiting for this the longest.”
“You have?” You ask him, surprised by it. You knew he looked at you all hot and bothered sometimes, but you thought it was just casual.
He leans down to kiss your lips softly. “You have no idea, darling,” he sounds so earnest your heartbeat goes crazy in your chest while he positions himself on top of you.
The second you feel the tip of his cock against your pussy, you let out the longest and most needy moan you’ve ever let out, and they both chuckle. Your brain feels like it’s inside a cloud, and every touch is amplified by a thousand. The minotaur lays next to you, kissing every inch of skin he can reach when you feel the first press of the orc’s cock against your opening.
“Open up for me, darling. Let me fill you to the brim,” he whispers.
It’s like he has the keys to your internal control, because the second the words are out of his mouth, he’s pressing inside and opening you wider than anything before. He’s so big, and so hot, and feels so fucking good you can’t stop babbling, not even sure about what words are leaving your mouths. But neither of them seem to care while they focus on bringing you pleasure.
It takes him a while to get fully inside, but your body is already trembling with the need to come undone. His thrusts are swallow and hard, and he’s hitting your G-spot each single time, making your eyes roll back into your head and your heels dig onto his back.
The minotaur pulls his mouth away from your nipple, licking it one more time before looking at the orc and requesting: “Tell me how she feels. Tell me how good her pussy is.” The way he talks about you as if you aren’t there makes you clench, and the orc grunts loudly.
“Oh goddess. She’s so tight. I’m not gonna last, she’s clenching on me like a fucking vice. Good goddess, darling. Your pussy is perfection. You’re perfection.”
You moan something like a response that ends up sounding like a choked plea, and he accelerates, his hand resting on your lower abdomen, pressing down when his thumb rubs over your clit. You let out a banshee scream when the orgasm hits you, and he’s not far behind, thrusting half a dozen more times and releasing everything he has inside of you.
You are breathing hard when he pulls back, his eyes zeroing on your leaking pussy. “Look at that, she’s so pink and soft. Her hole is still clenching over nothing, so eager to take more…” The orc says, making you clench again, moaning. You just came but you need more. “What a dirty girl you are, darling,” he adds before kissing you senseless.
You feel the cushions around you dip when they change positions, your orc not breaking the kiss while he moves. “My turn,” the mionotaur says, making you two break the kiss.
The first look at the minotaur’s cock makes your spent pussy twitch. He’s so fucking big, you aren’t sure he’s going to fit, but dang if you didn’t want to try either way.
“It will fit,” both of them say at the same time, making all three of you giggle while he sits back. You straddle his hips, his dick positioned perfectly.
You lower your pussy slowly, marveling at the stretch while they are transfixed by the way your pussy is swallowing him. By the time he’s inside of you, all three of you are panting. “Ready?” The orc asks. “Ride him, darling. Ride him like the bull he is.”
The orc kneels behind you, hands on your hips as he moves you above the minotaur, helping you ride him. The pace is fast and deep, pulling almost all the way out before you let gravity impale you onto his dick. You do this a dozen times, but with each new thrust, you get closer and closer to your release. He’s just so fucking big, he presses every single one of your pleasure points at once, and it’s driving you insane.
“Rub her clit. I’m close. Fuck. Her pussy is perfection,” the minotaur mumbles, and the orc complies.
The second his fingers touch your clit, you are throwing your head back and falling onto the minotaur’s dick so he’s as deep as possible when your orgasm hits. You clench around him almost painfully as he bellows, releasing everything he has inside of you.
You lay over his chest, the orc pressing against your back and rolling to the side so they are sandwiching you. Your combined pants are the most amazing symphony to your ears.
“Best pussy ever,” the minotaur says, sending all of you into a fit of giggles, breaking the bubble.
