They HAVE to give us Albedo's second SQ/ Venti's second SQ/Mondstadt Interlude quest or anything like that during the Natlan cycle where some shit happens again in Mondstadt, involving Durin and Albedo, and please even more Rhinedottir lore thankyou, and Dragonspine and. Yk. They gave us the prologue, they HAVE to give us the story after all those years. Or what was it for then.
Thank you to ALL of you for requesting and waiting for our lovely Black Army Queen. Enjoy! :3
Turning Sirius on is not a difficult task. You just have to be prepared to handle the consequences. When you deepen the kiss when he’s only expecting a peck, he’s already aroused (especially if you eviscerate the space between you, pulling him in with arms around his broad chest). When your tongue slips into his mouth to tease him with flicks… Be careful. you’re testing his limits.
“Careful, little lady. You’re getting yourself into trouble.”
“I know.”
If you shift to capture and suck his bottom lip, you’ll probably find yourself thrown upon the bed or against the nearest surface. In this state… He’ll try to be gentle, but no promises.
(You don’t mind. In fact, you love it.)
Speaking of kissing. While it’s customary to give each other a good morning and a good night kiss, making out with Sirius is another matter. It’s endlessly exciting and exhilarating. Each kiss is never enough for Sirius. He’s coming back for more after each time, deepening each meeting until you need to push him back just to breathe. Of course, you’re back two seconds later.
He is always moving against you, whether it’s his hands roaming your body, refamiliarizing himself again with those curves and dips, or his tongue tangling deliciously with yours. He doesn’t mind getting a little sloppy, not when it makes you melt into his arms. You just fit together so naturally.
Slide your lips down his jaw. Lavish his neck. Leave a love bite or two behind, but somewhere it can be hidden. It’s only polite.
Turned on by spooning.
“You always smell amazing.” He’s nuzzling his nose into the dip of your neck to breathe in that familiar, lovely scent of you. That alone is arousing enough to him.
But, in this position, when his hands are splayed across your stomach, pulling you in closer… How can he resist when your ass is pressing into his cock? When questioned, you’ll deny any knowledge that you were grinding against him in just the right spot…
Greatest weakness: suck on his fingers.
He’ll often slip those long, slender digits into your mouth, and reward you with moans when you apply pressure. If you hollow your cheeks, he’ll be struggling against his self-control, against the urge to just plunge himself wholly into you with one stroke. “Imagining something naughty?”
Please, use your tongue to coat him with saliva, as if it’s his thick cock between your lips. He’ll be using those fingers on your cunt in a few seconds, so you better do a good job.
You swear his hands are magic. His thumb knows just how to fit over your clit, to rub just right to have your knees going weak. He strikes the perfect balance, the perfect mix of just enough to make you utterly moist with arousal.
He’s addicted to watching you come. It makes a deadly combo, when he’s pushing you to powerful climaxes again and again. “Mm, I don’t think three is enough. Not for tonight.”
But as easily as he can coax you to the peak, he can just as simply keep you right at the brink. It’s not often that he’s too mean, but he admits there’s a certain charm to hearing you beg for release. “Tell me what you want, love. Moan it for me.”
You get him back the best you can. And for Sirius, that means trying your best to take him in your mouth. It’s… difficult, because he’s so damn thick. But he loves it when you try your best. You’re too seductive when you smile with his cock between your lips. You love watching him lose control against your tongue.
Sirius tried his best to avoid doing anything in his office. “I don’t want to be distracted every time I sit down to work,” he once reasoned with the trademark Black Army Mom Frown™. And he was right. You really tried to respect that – you did!
But one night, he was an hour later than he said he would be, so you paid him a little visit. “… I guess I could take a little break for you.” You sidled your way onto his lap, and well, you couldn’t resist. A tiny kiss couldn’t hurt, right?
One thing led to another and then you were on the floor, swallowing every inch of his impressive arousal as he gripped the edge of his desk with white-knuckled hands. It’s hard for him to work properly now, damn it.
The man is obsessed with your inner thigh. It was something discovered by accident, when you were being a complete brat and he decided to tease you. He’d started nibbling at the soft skin so damn close to your cunt, and he felt your thighs shake in anticipation, a desperate sort of hunger. “Does my lady want something?”
You love and hate that smirk he gets when he knows he has you wholly under control. “You’ll have to tell me exactly what you need, or I won’t know. Hmm, do you want me to stop?” He switched to your other leg, nuzzling and kissing until you couldn’t hold back the moans for him to put that talented mouth to use.
And when he finally gets that tongue on you… He could probably spend hours just suckling and exploring. There’s no part of his girl that he doesn’t want to know intimately. He’ll study you like he does his reports: carefully, and thoroughly, until he’s satisfied.
You were staying over once and forgot a change of clothes. So, you slipped into one of his white button-ups. And since it was much too big no matter what, you only bothered to do up a few of the buttons. He woke up to see you drowning in the fabric, the long sleeves hanging over your hands, flashes of smooth, kissable skin peeking seductively through the slackness, and he growled.
You found yourself on your back, his fingers at the buttons. “What are you doing to me, love?” He gasped, fumbling in his haste before he finally just tugged open the offending shirt so he could kiss your body. “How can you be this adorable and sexy…?” You still wear that shirt when you want to flip his switch.
Wall. Sex.
Let me say it again. WALL. SEX.
You’d be remiss not to take advantage of that incredible strength. He’ll pin you against your bedroom wall, and while it’ll be a bit of a cold shock at first, you’ll be sweating and fired up soon enough. He’ll hoist both of your legs up, hooking his arms beneath your thighs. You’re completely vulnerable, reliant on him in this moment.
“Trust me. I’ll make you feel good,” he whispers into your ear as he slides himself inside you. Yes, he’ll go slow. Yes, he’ll make you feel every thick inch of him entering you, stretching you.
Do any of the nearby Chosen Thirteen hear the intense rattling of furniture against the walls as Sirius drives himself into you? Probably.
Does he care? No.
A versatile man. Could make slow, tender love to you, or he could fuck you. Tell him what you’re craving (or show him, that would be fun), and he’ll be more than happy to oblige.
“Do you want me to be gentle? Or do you want to be taken? What’s with that look in your eyes… You want me to surprise you? Heh. Naughty woman. Fine, I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
Will go as deep as you let him.
Seriously. There’s something so satisfying about bottoming out inside his love, about being the only man in the world who knows you like he does. It sates the possessiveness inside him.
And you accept all of him so willingly, even though it was as challenge at first with his size. Now… You crave being stretched, even pounded by that impressive girth until you feel empty when he finally extracts himself.
Go ahead and take the lead if you like. Sirius is a fan of watching you ride him, taking pleasure as you throw your head back and let loose. Plus, his hands are free to roam across your body.
He usually ends up massaging your chest or cupping your ass to squeeze in time with your rhythm. Sometimes he won’t be able to stop himself from bucking into you while he grips your hips to hold you firmly against him.
Let him hear you. Please, god, let him hear you. While he hates the idea of anyone else hearing your sweet voice, he loves it too much to try and silence it. He is driven wild by every sound, every whimper that you make. He’s always thinking about new ways to please you, to test just how many new notes he can persuade from your lips.
You’ve taken advantage of this fondness more than once. At dinner, it’s just too easy to lean in towards him and let out a soft mmmnn… His pants will suddenly feel much too tight, and he’ll be thinking about dragging you away to your bedroom. But he’s not even sure he’ll make it there in time before he loses control. Do you have to tease him like this? (Yes.)
Sirius is game to try new things with you. You’ve both discovered new things you enjoy through play, and he’s willing to get as kinky as you want. He’s most fond of bondage, since you look so frustrated when your wrists are bound together, and you can’t touch him as you please.
You tried tying him up once… He tore through the fabric. “Sorry, I just… You can’t expect me not to touch you when you’re grinding on my cock.”
Beg him to come in you, and it won’t take him long before he does.
This is a man that dreams about starting a family with you, because he’s just so in love with the idea of you being a mother, of raising a child with his soulmate.
You’ve explored oral contraceptives already, so he feels no qualms about spilling himself into your heat.
And when the right time comes, when you’re truly trying, Sirius will gladly help keep your hips up to keep his cum inside of you. “You’d better keep it all in, little lady,” he’ll whisper, knowing just what his voice does to you. “Don’t spill a drop, or I’ll just have to fill you again…”
Other times: He likes to come on your stomach, or your chest if you’re in the shower together. There’s something primal about it that he finds so enticing.
Possessive sex is most definitely a thing. It could come after someone flirts heavily with you at a party, or when someone directly asks you out, not knowing you already have a partner. He’ll draw you away from them, putting an obvious arm around your shoulder.
And that night… “My wife, my love,” he’ll gasp, murmuring your name as he leaves small marks on your chest. Tell him “I’m yours,” and he’ll let out the most longing of moans as he plunges himself even deeper into you.
When all is done, and you’re left a quivering, whimpering, satisfied puddle, just relax. Let Sirius take care of you. He’ll run a warm cloth over your skin to soak up the sweat, or he’ll carry you to the bathtub so you can wash up together. He is always treating you with care, kissing and caressing your skin because you are the most precious thing in his life. How did he get so lucky? He’ll never know.
