Trying to review other chapters when Smoked Cheese exists is a bane and a delight all in one. This might be a little rambly... (Also, look up ancient Egyptian gardens! They're lovely.) Anyways this is shameless loving smut! So! 18+ only!
Content Warnings: AFAB Reader, past character death, past reader death, PTSD, consensual hypnosis, semi-public sex, overstimulation, Smoked Cheese is being sweeter than he normally would, multiple orgasms
Smoked Cheese Cookie is a manipulator and a puppeteer. He's gleefully catty, and both sly and powerful enough to know he can get away with it. And with you? He's all that and the most loyal lover one could ask for.
How long ago was it when you first caught his eye? How you walked in the gardens, shaded by the high walls as the water in the pond shone bright in the sun. You were new to the kingdom, and your healing magic was welcome enough that it catapulted you to nobility over time. You had seemed soft at the time, adorned in white and gold across the glittering pond, and softer yet when Golden Cheese Cookie finally introduced you.
Little did he know what a firecracker you were. It was both your kindness, your acceptance and your wit that called him to you- and he had eventually claimed your heart as his own. (A story for another time, perhaps.)
How long ago was it? Now, the Golden Cheese Kingdom is more brilliant than ever, the Radiant Queen granting every wish and whim, and Smoked Cheese Cookie knows the truth of this realm, and yet...
...
It's been a while since he's gotten to dote on you, too- work has him busy, and more monsters are breaking through into the city... He finds you now in an even grander garden in your personal quarters, tending to the flowers. Your eyes are heavy, even as you take in the flowers, and your smile seems a bit tighter when he embraces you from behind. ... Well, that won't do.
"My love... what troubles you?" He asks, as salt and heat will do nothing for you right now.
You lean into him, hesitating, before you speak. "It's nothing serious. I've just been having strange nightmares lately... Ash in the air, the sky dark- strange monsters I've never seen before."
Smoked Cheese Cookie pales as you speak. He knows what you speak of- what he begged the queen to let you forget, so that you could have your rest and live your life in bliss in this constructed world, never having to lift a finger again.
You're not supposed to remember the truth.
It's bad enough he remembers finding your crumbled body, warm jam cooling- that he still sees red splashed against your chest and face, the dull eyes when he closes his own- you shouldn't be dealing with this.
His grip around your waist tightens as he buries his face into the crook of your neck for a moment, breathing shakily before he recomposes himself, moving to your side to better look at you and offer a smile.
"It sounds dreadful. But, my sweet healer, I have ways of healing your own mind and enticing a dreamless sleep. If you will let me?" As he speaks, he holds up his staff, already starting to smoke lightly.
... It sounds nice, actually. To relinquish control completely. Though he tries to give you the life of luxury, you still have your responsibilities as a healer, even if your services aren't needed as often. And the nightmares have been haunting you. After a moment, you press a kiss to his cheek and smile softly.
"For a while. I trust you'll bring me bliss, my beloved... but let me see you come undone with my own eyes."
He can do that. Smoked Cheese Cookie leans down to kiss you, breathing smoke into your lungs while his staff radiates more, filling the room with a soft haze.
Your mind drifts almost immediately, your eyes glazing over pleasantly as you practically melt into his arms. He chuckles softly, brushing some hair out of your face before taking your hands.
"My love, you are far too adorned. Strip for me, but leave your jewelry on," he commands, and you slowly move to comply, slipping your white dress down and letting it drop to your ankles. Your necklace rests on your chest, and your bracelets- wide golden cuffs with crimson red and brilliant turquoise engravings, shine in the light.
Smoked Cheese takes his time, his touch feather-light as he traces your arm, your hips, your breasts. All the while, you look up at him so sweetly, so lost in the fog of his magic and will. Delicious, truly...
"My sweet, you truly are too trusting. Were I anyone else, I might do far worse than bring your weary mind relief..." He muses, but it's all empty words. After a moment, he leans in to kiss your pliant lips, and you submit readily to him. It's nice for a little bit, but truthfully he prefers to kiss you when you're lucid and responsive, fully alert. He could order you to respond, yes, but it'd be sluggish, slow.
This does not stop him from licking his lips as he pulls away again, smoke softly trailing from both your mouth and his.
"Go lay down on the bench, and keep your legs spread for me. I'll be along shortly." He says, pulling back his hood back and letting it fall beside your dress, his shendyt soon following, staff propped against one of the pillars lining the area.
You wait, laid across the long of the bench as he ordered, legs open on either side. Already you're dripping wet, and Smoked Cheese has to take in the sight before he looms over you, fingers gently swiping up your slit. Already you are so wanting... with the smoke's control, he knows you lose yourself far faster, and he adores it. The way you simply open yourself and your lusts to him without a word, all for him to devour.
Greed is the heart of the Golden Kingdom and you? You, in every sense of the word, are his greed.
Smoked Cheese kneels down, somewhat awkwardly around the bench, and presses a kiss to your inner thigh before he bites over the kiss, hard. You gasp with a soft but long moan, but otherwise do not respond. Cute. He bites again, harder, bruising almost. He knows no other cookie will ever see these marks, but they make him happy all the same. His jewel. His healer. His treasure.
"Let it all out, my love- hold nothing back." He says.
And then he descends upon you, tongue diving in immediately. The taste of you is so sweet, so decadent, it could make him addicted. Maybe he already is, with how eager he is to have you beneath him whenever he gets the chance. You lay there still, but sighing softly before moaning as his tongue delves into you, presses against your clit, and back into the folds.
Slowly he works you with his mouth, fingers stroking the folds of you and gently slipping in whenever he switches his attention to your clit, and slowly your back arches- the rare semblance of your will beneath the haze of the smoke- as you gasp and whimper. It's a symphony unbound by your instinctual embarrassment, a treat for him and him alone, just like your taste. As you grow wetter against him, he drinks it in greedily.
He'd keep you forever if he could.
You come on his tongue with a delighted wail, legs quivering around his head, and he groans at the rush of your sweet cream. Smoked Cheese backs away, rubbing his jaw and looking at the sweat of your body, the small pool on the stone beneath you, the flush of your face and the haze still in your eyes.
Sweet thing that you are, you have no idea how enticing you are.
He could take you now in full, but he'd promised to ease your mind, had he not? Wiping his mouth with his wrist, Smoked Cheese leans down and presses a kiss to your temple, before lowering himself to mouth at your breast, his hand trailing back down to the wet slit he'd just been at. As he sucks your nipple, his fingers slip into you again, drawing more sweet noises from you. With the way your voice wavers, you must be sensitive still...
His fingers pump in and out slowly, stroking against your walls as he sucks and fondles your chest, and your eyes well up with overwhelmed tears. He squeezes your breasts, tongues at the nipples and scrapes his teeth against your skin. Every action, every sensation makes you gasp and writhe slightly, like you want to move but are trying so very hard to stay still without his control.
Every sound you make goes straight to his dick, honestly. Even as he tries to work you into coming again, he aches for you. And he's just a man, ultimately. Smoked Cheese pulls away, withdrawing his fingers and repositioning himself between your legs. Slowly, agonizingly so, he pushes into you and moans- as always, you feel heavenly around him.
Your legs twitch around him as you cry out, still so very sensitive. Quietly, he cups your face, wiping away a pleasured tear with his thumb. Oh, his heart...
He braces one hand beside your head against the stone bench, the other gripping the underside of your leg as he begins to rock into you.
"Think only of me. No monsters, no darkness and ash, just of me and my love for you... And know that I- haah- That I love you... I will protect you this time. I swear it. .... Fuck-"
He swallows thickly. The dazed adoration on your face as your moans raise in pitch- you clench around him, much to his delight, and finally you squeeze your eyes closed as more tears spill. He keeps thrusting into you, making you cry out more. If you could speak in this state, you might beg him to slow down and let you recover.
But you're not. And he won't.
"You're mine. My cherished, my treasured, all mine-" He mutters as he presses against you, brushes his lips against your temple. He can't lose you. Never again.
He thrusts into you sharply just as he releases his control of your mind, and suddenly you come into lucidity with your body ablaze, his hips snapping into yours and a loud cry ripping from your lips. Immediately you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, nails digging into his back.
"S-smoooked Cheese... Ohhhhh- Gods, more-" you whine into his shoulder, and he obliges. Were the bench not made of stone, surely the force of his thrusts would move it. His grip on your leg turns bruising, and each thrust disrupts one moan with a new one.
He can feel that familiar heat in his stomach, and with how sensitive your body must be he's sure you won't last another round. Yet all he wants is to keep going, to stay like this for hours.
"Wrap- wrap your legs around me-" he says, and you do as told, ankles locking together as you pull him into a needy, wet kiss. It does little to stifle the noises you're both making, the heat radiating off of your bodies, the tears in your eyes from how much it all is.
Smoked Cheese's hips stutter into a halt as his hot cum spills into you, hip to hip as he moans into your mouth. But before he can even begin to consider his next move, you shift- and now he is on his back on the floor while you bounce on his cock, hands on his stomach.
(Turnabout is fair play.)
Ovens, he can't feel guilty- the sight of you against the dark sky is incredible and as you milk him dry he can only hold onto your legs and pant loudly before you make him release again.
Only then do you stop, leaning down to kiss him as you cup his face.
"Gods above, you ruin me..." he whispers hoarsely, and you smile.
"And I'll do it again. ... Ah, but- perhaps... once we've had a moment- we should go to our chambers? This is no place to rest like this."
He nods, though the thought of one of your servants finding you like this, still mounted on him bare beneath the false sky, draws a pleased rumble from his chest.
Immediately you put your hands on your hips.
"No. We are not doing that to the servants."
Smoked Cheese laughs. "Fine, fine. ... A proper nap sounds wonderful, anyways. Just- give me a moment. Though if you're not going to move I'd be happy to bend you over the bench anyways..."
He gives you a playful, dead serious smile and you make a show of rolling your eyes before slowly lifting yourself off of him, his seed dripping from your folds as you make sure to twist your hips for good measure- minx that you are.
The two of you sluggishly gather your clothes, but as he redresses himself you can't help but wonder... In the grips of his hypnosis, your memories are never clear. But... what was that he had said about protecting you?
