Malleus' Lemon Cookies
A/N: This is a commission for @starshiningsirius . These are not commission only. It just turned out that way. I hope that you can enjoy it.
tags: Malleus Draconia x fem!reader, aphrodisiac, size kink, two sausages wc: 4.4k+
Valentine’s Day has finally arrived in Twisted Wonderland.
Of course, your favorite three male associates were greedily awaiting a treat even if one of them didn’t openly say it. You met with them before class started and told them to hold out their hands and paws. “This is for you Grim,” You handed him a small bag with colorful fish shaped cookies. Watching with a smile as he hugged the bag against his fluffy little body. “This is for you Ace,” You handed him a little plastic bag of cherry gem cookies. Each with little heart prints pressed into them as he looked at it with awe. “And of course I got you something Deuce.” Instead of cookies, you handed Deuce a small plastic container with egg custard pudding with chocolate syrup on top. His eyes sparkled, and he murmured a soft ‘thank you’ in appreciation.
“Now, no more getting on my nerves today.” You smiled as the trio marveled at their treats. Deuce looked especially shaken up with a flushed face. “A real Valentine…” He murmured as Ace gently elbowed him with a smile. “She’s too old for you Deucey. Maybe in another lifetime.” He teased as Deuce started to sputter and shake his head. “That’s not what I was saying!” He defended himself as Ace and Grim began to tease and poke.
That’s right. You were the oldest Freshman in class. Two years older than Leona. The teachers held you to a much higher standard. And you had quickly become a sister figure to most of the students. Your younger classmates would come to you if they were having ‘girl troubles’ or if they wanted to talk about some feelings their immature friends might not understand. You didn’t mind it. You liked that they looked up to you, even if you were technically an underclassman to some of them.
You sat as class started, Grim was beside you munching away at his cookies. You pulled out your notebook. The tip of your ballpoint pen tapped against an empty page. It wasn’t long before you began zoning out. Doodling little hearts in the margin of the lined paper.
You had another gift for someone waiting back in Ramshackle. Little heart shaped lemon cookies you had baked yourself. This was for someone much older. Someone who had caught your eye the moment you had met. You didn’t share any classes. Instead, you shared quiet conversations, and moonlit walks late at night.
You admired the gargoyles together wearing raincoats, standing together under a large, gothic umbrella shoulder to shoulder. You listened to him speak his woes and worries. How he wanted to get closer to his classmates. How he wanted to laugh and cry and experience the world the same way they did. He was on your mind, taking strolls through your frontal lobe like he owned the place.
And he did. You had baked these cookies after Sam had convinced you the lemon extract was magical. By using it in a recipe, you would get closer to someone you admired. Someone you adored and wanted to close any distance between you and who you fed the cookies too. Was it immoral? Yes. Feeding someone a form of love potion was wrong for many reasons. But clearly it fell somewhere in magical legality if Sam was selling such a thing on campus grounds. Or this was some huge placebo you fell for. A scam. A dream is what you bought instead of some mystical syrup.
You sighed and pulled your pen away from the page. Looking over your tiny drawings with a frown. Some of the hearts had horns. Some of them had initials. All of them had something to do with you, and Malleus Draconia. Even if the extract was a lie, you thought he still deserved a nice Valentine’s Day.
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Malleus didn’t know how to use his phone. Not well enough. He would often present the device to you broken. The screen cracked and flickering. A digital plea for help and to be freed from the dragons' clutches. You had no way of calling or texting him. Unless you asked Lilia, Sebek or Silver. And in this case, no thank you. Thankfully, Malleus was a more traditional man. So, you decided to hand deliver your treats now that classes had ended for the day.
You had offered to help Ace and Deuce with their homework if they could watch Grim for an hour. To your pleasure, they agreed. And Grim was willing to go if he got something to eat when you came back. After changing out of your uniform and into something casual and cute, you walked down the stone brick path to the castle of Diasomnia.
The air was cold and humid, lingering with the discomforting static of lightning and the soft rumble of thunder. You always feared getting caught in the rain or slipping in the mud and puddles on the stone path. But it never happened. Only after you entered the dorm did it rain. And only an hour before you planned to leave did the weather clear.
The mucky Earth and the once slippery stone dried and the puddles shrank just in time so you could travel back to Ramshackle without disruption. You adjusted your purse on your shoulder. Cautious of the cookies in their plastic, crinkling softly inside. You feared crushing them, but you couldn’t present them to Malleus just yet. So, they remained hidden in your bag.
You knocked on the heavy wooden door, lifting on your toes and waiting patiently for an answer. Only a few seconds had passed before the heavy doors opened. Now standing before you is Malleus Draconia. The Fae had dressed himself in black loungewear, looking down at you with a warm glow in his lime colored eyes. A smile drifted across his often stoic face. “My dearest Child of Man... There you are. Have you come to visit? Explore?” He asked, his voice a deep rumble as you swallowed nervously.
Looking up at him made your heart pound against your ribs. Your mouth dried as you smoothed your hands over the front of your tight jeans. “Oh! Uh, I was hoping to talk with you. I won’t take long.” You glanced from his face and down to the shell toes of your shoes. There are frequent occasions where you spoke with Malleus one on one. Maybe it was because of your intentions you had this lingering anxiety inside of you. Malleus raised his brows, his smile remained as he pulled away from the door, outstretching his hand to ghost near your back. Urging you inside of the building and out of the cold. “You have no reason to rush yourself. I adore our conversations.” He chuckled as you nodded slowly.
You felt the same way about your chats with Malleus. How time flew past you in the blink of an eye. How you felt at ease around someone who was supposed to be feared and idolized in this world. To you, he was just a guy you thought was cute.
“So, I’m not from Twisted Wonderland; you know that,” You began with a small twirl of your wrist. Following behind the Fae prince as he led you up a staircase carved from stone. “so I’m not really sure about the holidays you have in Briar Valley.” You continued as your shoes clicked against the cool rock. “Holidays? Is there something I’ve missed?” Malleus sounded puzzled.
Usually there was a school affair he was excluded from. Both accidentally and purposely. “No you didn’t miss anything!” As the two of you reached the top of the stairs, you realized you were on your way to his room. It was for the best that you gave him his treat in private. Away from Lilia’s giggling and prying eyes. Away from Sebek attempting to cut you down for seducing the future king... You were sure Silver wouldn’t mind. But you didn’t want to confess in front of him either. “It’s called Valentine’s Day. It’s a holiday where girls give boys treats. Usually, chocolate or cards. Like an appreciation or romantic gesture. In March it gets returned by the guys.” You explained as his strides slowed. “I see... So, today you have celebrated with the opposite sex?” Malleus asked as he turned his head. Casting his gaze over his shoulder and at you for a brief moment. “Yeah! I gave Ace, Deuce, and Grim something sweet.” You smiled as he grabbed the polished handle of his door and pushed it open.
The heavy wood creaked, and the two of you entered his bedroom. “That’s why I wanted to talk with you... Because you also get a Valentine from me.” You rested a hand against your chest as the door shut on its own behind you. The room smelled of floral incense, pulling you in deeper to the unfamiliar space. Malleus looked surprised. “I am to receive appreciation from you?” He asked as he sat at the foot of his large bed.
This gift was much deeper than appreciation. What you gave Ace, Deuce, and Grim was appreciation. They were like younger brothers, including Grim. This gift for Malleus was a higher and more intimate affection. When you stayed up late trying your best to perfect the cookies you put all of those built up feelings into them. That yearn you felt to get on your toes and hope he would lean down enough so you could kiss him. The desire you felt when you were close enough to feel his chilled skin and unusual lack of a heartbeat.
You’re in love with Malleus.
You pulled out the bag of lemon cookies. The plastic crinkled in your fingers as you stood in front of him, hands outstretched. “No- Uh... This is me saying that...” You trailed off. Your heart thudded against your eardrums, drowning out any other sound in the room. With a swallow, you mustered up a smile. “I love spending time with you.” His hands brushed against yours. His skin naturally cool as he accepted the little pastries.
Malleus looked the cookies over in silent awe as you folded your hands together. Shifting your weight from one side to the other. “I love when you come and visit me at night, and I love seeing gargoyles with you... So, this is deeper than appreciation...” The Fae’s eyes suddenly met yours and you froze. “Is it?” You nodded.
You wanted to tell him you loved him. You wanted to ask him to be official. You wanted to stand between his thighs and kiss him. You wanted to make it known how you felt. But you lacked the confidence. At least right now you did. Confessing and experiencing potential rejection is terrifying.
Being friends was okay. The cookies were supposed to help you get closer to the person you gave them to. And you felt like Sam was right. Being open like this did feel like you were getting closer with Malleus. “That’s all I wanted to talk about, since Briar Valley doesn’t have Valentine’s Day I thought it could be a fun cultural exchange!” You shrugged as your smile started to weaken. You were going to cry into your pillow later tonight for chickening out on your confession. “And I am to return this sentiment next month?” You nodded in response. “March 14th is called ‘White Day’. You don’t have to get me anything-” “Would a precious stone or geode suffice? To express my gratitude towards you?” He asked as he pulled the ribbon free from the bag and reached in to grab one of the heart shaped cookies.
It was cracked but holding onto its original shape the best it could. “I mean..? I don’t think you have to go that far. Candy is fine!” You weren’t sure what you would do with a big rock anyway except keep it for display. It would remind you of Malleus of course. But you knew he would be bringing you a boulder instead of something easy to carry. “I will be sure to bring you a pastry from Briar Valley. For a cultural exchange.” He was smiling, his eyes half lidded, and you could tell he was playing along. Malleus was pleased, and that was good enough for you.
“I’m sorry if the cookies aren’t that great.” You apologized as he took a bite. The cookie crunched between his teeth, and he chewed slowly with a shake of his head. “I don’t care too much for sweets that aren’t ice cream. This is perfect.” He assured you as you looked down, your face warm from his praise. He held the bag out to you and you took a cookie as well.
The pale yellow heart between your fingers felt soft at the top and hard on the bottom. You took a bite, savoring the light crunch and the taste of lemon. They weren’t too sweet. They weren’t too hard or soft. The lemon extract wasn’t too overwhelming either.
“May I walk you back to Ramshackle? The sun will set soon. I don’t think it would be right for me to let you walk alone after you gave me a gift.” He offered and you lifted your head to meet his warm eyes. Malleus had already changed into something comfortable. It didn’t feel right to make him change again just to walk you down the path from the Hall of Mirrors. “No, it’s okay! I’ll manage on my own. I’ll-” You paused. “Is your phone broken?” You asked as Malleus sheepishly glanced away.
That meant yes.
“Uhh, I will... Text Lilia that I made it safely to my dorm so he can tell you.” You assured the prince as he started to pout. “It is not an inconvenience for me to walk with you...” He grumbled, finishing another cookie. Your heart continued to race, and you made a connection. “Did you want to walk me back to my dorm?” You asked, noticing Malleus glance at you and then to the cookies in his hands. He’s so cute. “I would like to.” Malleus posed it as an offer, a form of subtle coercion without the application of pressure.
You giggled, seeing the way his cheeks flushed as he finished the last cookie. “And as long as it doesn’t trouble you, I would be happy to walk together.” Your face started to feel warm. You wondered if there was heating in the dorm. Or if the castle styled dorm was attempting to bake those within due to the position of the sun. It was odd, you had heard Sebek complain in the past about how cold it was in Diasomnia. Malleus moved to stand, and your brows furrowed as you made your way to the door. “I-I’ll let you get changed.” You gave him a small wave as you grabbed the doorknob.
The door wouldn’t open. It was locked, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat when Malleus spoke. “Forgive me.” His voice sent a shudder up your spine that tickled your brain. “I am feeling... Under the weather. I must have locked the door on accident.” He exhaled, and you nodded in understanding. You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head. Working their way down slowly, settling on your shoulders, your lower back, you couldn’t help but shyly hide your butt with your hand.
The door clicked, and you fled the room. The heat was starting to get to you. It bloomed from deep within your stomach, spreading through the rest of your body. You felt sweat starting to form at your brow. You didn’t understand why you were so hot. Or why the heat inside of you was turning into arousal. You shouldn’t be ovulating, and even if you were you never felt like this.
The door opened behind you, and before you could spin around you face Malleus, a strong hand pushed you up against the wall. You grunted; your palms pressed against the rough surface. Malleus rolled his hips into yours. You could feel something hard grinding against your ass. Forcing soft mewls to pass your lips as you listened to his breathless sounds behind you. “My dearest Child of Man...” Malleus’ voice dropped to a low whisper. His mouth against your ear as the grinding became impatient. His cold hands found your hips, keeping you firmly in place. Squeezing as if he was afraid you would try to run from him.
“Is this part of the holiday as well?” His brows furrowed in confusion, and you hesitated on how to answer. Sex can be something that happens on Valentine’s Day. But you didn’t plan this at all. You attempted to sputter a response, failing horribly as a soft string of whines left your lips. You were just as turned on. But you didn’t know why. Did lemon extract behave as a natural aphrodisiac? Or was this what Sam meant when he mentioned you would ‘get closer’ to the person you gave the cookies to?
If so, you needed to file a complaint of some kind. “I... I dunno?” You whimpered as Malleus began to kiss and lick at your throat. Mouthing hungrily at the skin as your hands fumbled around to find his. “Those cookies were embedded in magic... We’re you unaware?” The Fae slowed his rutting hips as you nodded. You didn’t realize that the lemon extract did this. When Sam told you that it would make you closer, you thought that it was some goofy love potion. You didn’t think that it would lead to sex.
Malleus groaned in your ear; his teeth grazed the sensitive cartilage as you rocked your hips back into his crotch. Maybe it was because it was Malleus doing this to you. His hands gripping you tightly as he huffed in your ear. His horns bumping against your temple as you stood outside of his room. You could feel the crotch of your panties becoming sticky. Wet and clinging to your soft folds from the intense arousal. You needed more.
“Malleus-” His name was a breathless whisper on your tongue. The Fae’s hands began to roam. He was fiddling with the button on your jeans, struggling for few seconds before he popped it open. If you were in the right headspace, you would push him away. You would tell the future king that you wanted to be official first. That you wanted something more romantic from him.
You couldn’t bring yourself to care now. You would worry about the specifics later. “Yes dearest?” The pet name made you shiver. You allowed Malleus to ease your jeans and your panties down your thighs. Freeing your aching sex and exposing it to the cool air. Providing you some relief as a long finger slipped between your folds. Rubbing and coating the digit in your slick. “My Child of Man, I apologize for my forwardness. The cookies were laced with an aphrodisiac... I was under the impression that it was part of the holiday...” His breath was labored as the finger pushed inside of you. Your inner walls clenched around the finger as you listened to him talk. Your hands against the wall as you shook and allowed your body to respond to his touches. To his deep voice as he expressed his apologies for acting on such lustful behaviors.
“I will bring pleasure to you, as an expression for my gratitude. I cherish you, very much so... Therefore, I cannot release you until the magic has worn off...” There was a roughness in his tone. His finger pumped and curled inside of you. Your moans came bubbling out of you as heat settled in your face. Your nipples rubbed against the fabric of your top, straining and aching from the newfound sensitivity. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what to do other than submit to the ecstasy you were feeling.
Malleus was going to help you. How sweet of him. Even though this was your fault.
Your breath hitched when another finger slipped inside of you. Curling and stretching your aching pussy. His fingers were coated in your clear nectar, and the empty hall filled with wet, lewd sounds. You tried nudging your pants down further. Getting them down to your ankles and pooling over your shoes. You had to take your pants off. There was a moment of clumsy squirming as you kicked off your shoes. Malleus made a sound of displeasure from your movement. He mumbled under his breath, but it was inaudible.
You needed Malleus to give you more than his fingers. Your sock covered feet now rested on the stone floor. Your lower half completely bare as you started to whine. “Please..?” You begged softly looking over your shoulder at the Fae prince. You didn’t know what you were actually begging for. You admired the rosy flush in his pale cheeks. How his face hardened, and he exhaled through parted lips. You swore you could see the crackle of green fire near the corners. “Please? Is there something you need? You must speak up.” The future king instructed as his fingers slowed to a stop.
Tapping gingerly at a rough patch of nerves deep inside of you. You swallowed, reaching a hand back to ghost your fingers over his crotch. “You can put it in.” The offer sounded meek. But you needed to feel full. You wanted to satiate the burning in your stomach with Malleus pumping you full of his shaft. “Are you sure?” There was a tremble in his voice, and you gave him a vigorous nod. You wanted it. You needed it. There was the rustle of clothing as Malleus removed his digits. Your walls fluttered sadly from the lack of stimulation.
Your body suddenly became weightless. You were manhandled by the Fae, your limbs becoming tangled in his much stronger ones as he picked you up and pinned you against the cool stone wall. Your back scraped against the rough surface. Your shirt was the only thing protecting your skin from being rubbed raw. You gasped softly as you looked between your parted thighs, reaching down in wide-eyed shock to slowly stroke the two cocks between your legs. “I can’t wait anymore.” Malleus growled. Your cunt flexed in excitement as your eyes met his.
They bore into you, the green flames appeared as his cocks twitched in your palm. At the base were shiny black scales. Smooth and small, scattered around and trekking up to his belly button. His shafts were a deep greyish, almost purple color. The flared tips had a much brighter shade of violet and leaked with a clear fluid. Making the thick cocks slick and wet, waiting to penetrate you. With each stroke from your palm, you could feel the ridges circling his shaft. It made you drool as you pulled your hand away. Allowing Malleus to take one of his cocks and push it against your dripping entrance.
As you felt the application of pressure, you wished silently that there was a magical way for him to fit both cocks inside of you. To have him entirely. Someday you would get the opportunity. You gasped as he pushed his hips. His cock began to stretch your cunt to fit around him. To mold it into the shape of his shaft. Your eyes began to roll up into your skull as Malleus pulled on your body, hugging you against his own. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he held onto the soft flesh of your ass and with a soft and wet ‘pat’; Malleus Draconia filled you.
Your toes curled in your socks as your knees hooked over his elbows. He dragged you back and forth slowly, assisting you with stretching as you whined. The sounds babbled as the flared tip of his shaft nudged against the spongey patch inside of you. His second cock massaged your clit with each drag. Stimulating you in both places as a string of whines and moans were pulled from your throat. Your breasts pressed against his chest as he bounced you on his shaft. The slick sounds of his cock penetrating your sensitive cunt made you dizzy. Your head was spinning as he captured your lips in a kiss.
His tongue rubbed against yours. He devoured your moans with each kiss as you were overwhelmed with pleasure. Feeling the ribs on his cock massaging and stimulating your convulsing walls. How the head pounded into your soft spot leaving you with visions of flashing stars. All you could do was take it. And you loved it. Malleus murmured something between the wet and sloppy kisses. You clung to him as his nails began to dig into your rear. You could feel his heavy cocks throbbing. “I need to-” He was silenced by your mouth meeting his.
He was going to cum soon. “S’okay.” You mumbled as he fucked into you. His thrusts became rougher, erratic in rhythm as your body bounced with each jerk. You were cumming. You could feel the gush of slick coating his cock as you started to tremble. Your moans pitching up as you pulled away and pressed your face into the Fae’s shoulder. Your pussy spasmed around his shaft. Sweat coated your skin like a thin sheet as you felt your skin starting to prickle with goosebumps. His thrusts were overstimulating you as you whined and cried into his shoulder. With a sharp thrust, Malleus growled in your ear with a low, drawn out sound of pleasure. There was a blooming warmth deep inside of your pussy as he stayed buried inside. His cocks throbbed as one filled you with hot, thick semen. The other painted your stomach and soiled your top with the opalescent ropes. You panted softly, squeezing around him tiredly. He held your body upright against his body. Kissing gently at the side of your face.
He asked if you were okay and you nodded slowly. Malleus was still hard. And you felt like you could handle another round. You had no idea how loud you were or if anyone noticed you out in the hall. But you didn’t have the energy to care. You were happy you got some of your feelings across to Malleus. Even if it was an unconventional method.