The problem with taking a biological anthropology class is now that I'm trying to come up with some parental aliens, I'm just sitting here like, 'yeah but do they have sexual dimorphism tho?' 'do they have a biological reason to be obsessing over a kid?'
I JUST WANT TO WRITE, NOT THINK ABOUT THE REALISTIC EVOLUTIONARY IMPLICATIONS OF A FOREIGN SPECIES
Heyo! If you don’t write for Heket then please just ignore this one buuut…
What about nsfw Heket with an AFAB follower? I’m just saying, the opportunities with her tongues, power dynamic and size differences are right there 👀
Say she has a consort that gets easily flustered by how intimidating she can be to her other followers and her general grandiose, and she can absolutely tell.
And maybe she pulls them aside when she has a moment of peace to get a better look and taste of them.
Obedience is it's Own Reward
A/N: First off, I am so so sorry that it took so long to get this out! I had a crazy past month and writing had to be put on the back burner a teeny bit. But I finally finished this and I hope its what you wanted boo!
Fandom: Cult of the Lamb
Relationship: Bishop Heket X AFAB Reader
Tags: Smut, PWP, Oral Sex, Power Dynamics, Size Difference, Gag, Clothing used as a Gag, Slight Exhibitionism, Semi-Public Sex
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Bishop Heket is truly a sight to behold. She towered over the subjects of Anura with nobility and confidence that left you awe-struck and reeling. You will never understand what you did to not only be graced with her presence, but to be invited to her bed on a near daily occurrence.
All you were truly even aware of was that your Lord Bishop fancied you to some degree, and you couldn’t be happier. She stood tall and proud next to you, beautiful as ever, with an air of intimidation as she worked. With the season coming to an end the last crop had been harvested and brought to the temple. It was your Mistresses duty to inspect everything before it was shipped off to her sibling’s respective realms.
Lord Heket would never let her siblings be served anything less than pristine. She was so caring and sweet like that…
“I don’t care, just get it done. However you have to .” She ordered, the giraffe follower before you both giving a hasty bow before scurrying off tail between their legs. After their departure her four red eyes caught you staring, a glimmer of amusement twinkling within.
“And what is it that has your attention so captivated my little firefly?” Dangerous teeth peaked from her grin as she lowered down closer to your smaller form. Embarrassed at being caught, you ducked your head and shifted from foot to foot.
“I…I apologize Mistress, I was just-it’s very p-pleasing to watch you work…” Her eyes narrow in response as her grin grows ever wider. A long, delicate claw comes close to lift your chin.
“Oh really pet? Hmhm, you are adorable when you get like this…So flustered and shy just because I asked you a question.” She purrs. Your hands grasp the cloth of your robe as you whimper at her teasing.
“I just…enjoy the way you command so effortlessly…”
“Oh? My commands you say?” Your eyes widen as you register how your own words sound.
“I-I mean-!”
“Hush firefly.”
Your jaw snaps shut with a click. The claw under your chin traces ever so slowly along your cheek and down your throat as she hums.
“Such obedience…It should be rewarded I believe. Come.” She pulls away from you and stands to her full height, towering above you. With her usual grace and dominance she turns and leads you away from the various followers still working around you.
You…you had forgotten they were even there…
You try your best to hide your flustered face and ignore the knowing grins other followers give as you pass. It’s easier in the crowded hallways of the temple, followers parting for your beloved Mistress with no hesitation. Your mind is fixated on her words, the feeling of her stare burning you inside and out as she leaned in so close…
A reward, she had promised. The possibilities had your heart fluttering and heat pooling your lower tummy. You’re so lost in your lewd fantasies that the nudge in your side almost makes you stumble.
“H-huh?” You crane your neck up to meet four scarlet eyes staring down at you, hooded with lustful promise. You turn your gaze to the side to see a door being propped open by her hand, and realize she’s waiting for you to step through. You quickly do so, finding yourself in a temple storage room.
A deafening ‘ thud ’ of the door behind you seals your fate.
Before you can even open your mouth to speak, Mistress Heket has her hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling you into her warm chest. A claw tilts your head up again, but this time you’re met with a fat pink tongue pushing against your lips.
The surprise gasp you give is the opportunity it needs to squeeze inside and fill your wet and willing mouth. A groan leaves you as your eyes fall shut in pleasure. Dutifully you begin suckling the tender flesh pushing against the back of your throat. You feel your Mistresses gaze burning into you as she suddenly starts moving.
A sudden pressure is against your plush ass, and the part of your brain that has yet to turn to mush registers it as a supply box for you to sit on. This frees up Heket’s webbed hands so they can wander over your flesh sending sparks though the sensitive nerves along your body.
Her claws are relentless in their teasing as she deepthroats you with her tongue - sides are caressed, breasts squeezed and nipples pulled, the only barrier being your flimsy robe. Her tongue suddenly leaves you with a ‘ slurp ’, and you gasp and gulp fresh air while you have the chance. One of your shaking hands lifts to wipe the drool collected on your chin as you meet Heket’s eyes.
“ Look at you… So beautiful and all mine to taste ~” She hisses, fangs bared in a four-way grin.
“ P-please- ” Is the pitiful response you give.
It’s enough, Heket’s eyes lower towards your hips, where her claws slip under the hem of your robe and push the cloth up and away.
“Hold this up for me, pet.” She commands - and you obey.
You hold your robe bunched up under your armpits, the expanse of your tits and tummy on display for her roaming gaze. This isn’t your Mistresses goal however, as she only gives your breasts a quick squeeze before her hands land once more on your hips.
“ Open. ”
You suck in a harsh breath but do as ordered, parting your legs for her.
“Good girl. Such a perfect, good pet for me~” She praises you as her thumbs hook into the bands of your underwear and gently, slowly , pulls them down your legs. You turn your face away and squeeze your eyes shut as your leaking pussy is put on display for her. You feel your opening flutter under her gaze.
“P-please don’t-don’t look-” You whimper in embarrassment.
“ Don’t look? Why dewdrop, why would I ever not? Such an adorable cunt should be savored, should be worshiped~ ” You mewl and wiggle in her hold, her words making your already hot blood burn all the warmer.
You peek an eye open at her chuckling to see her staring right at you, at the opening between your thighs with such hunger… One of her top eyes catches your gaze and quickly all four are pinned to yours.
“While I do find your shyness adorable, I am not cruel. Wouldn’t you agree?”
You give a tentative nod. What is she…?
“‘I’ll end your suffering sweet flower…by fucking you with my tongue till you can’t even remember your own name, much less any embarrassment~” You open your mouth to respond - to say what, you don’t know and never will because her tongue is on you.
The noise you make is not one you think you’ve ever made before, and your Mistress laughs deep in her chest. Her tongue is pressing right against your folds, pressure against your opening and clit all in one stroke. With every swipe up more wetness is left behind, a combination of her own slick spit and cum leaking from your pulsing cunt.
You can only sit there and throw your head back as you cry out, your hands balling into fists around the cloth you still dutifully hold.
Suddenly she stops, and your head jerks down to her again, confusion all over your flustered face.
“Ah ah, pet. Can’t have you making so much noise. Don’t want anyone to see you like this , after all…”
Mortified, you realize she’s right, but your mind is too jumbled to think of a solution. Heket has one for you already you learn, as one hand leaves your bruised up hip. Suddenly cloth is pressing against your lips, and you belatedly realize…
It’s your own underwear.
Your wide eyes dart to hers, to the cloth, and back again to her. Heket simply smiles and raises two questioning eyebrows in unison. A whimper escapes your throat as you open your mouth and ever so gently, bite down on your own underwear.
Heket gives a ‘ tsk ’ and pushes the cloth roughly past your lips, her fingers pushing it down against your tongue and securing it deep in place.
Your pussy clenches hardand your hips buck, letting Mistress know exactly how much you enjoy such treatment. She rewards your enthusiastic response by putting her tongue back between your shaking thighs. Your keen of pleasure is muffled by your new gag, and your hips give another hard buck against her tongue.
“Okay firefly, I understand.” She growls, licking her lips. “I won’t tease you any longer.”
With those words the fat head of her tongue is pressing harder against your gushing opening, wiggling and spreading the tight muscles open. Her tongue slips inside with a wet, audible ‘ squelch ’ that has you gasping and arching your back.
Your Mistress doesn't give you time to adjust, her tongue pushing deeper into your tight cunny, touching the opening of your womb in the most lewd kiss of your life. Your shaking thighs are desperately trying to close, to gain some relief from the onslaught of pleasure you feel as her tongue moves inside you, but Heket stops you.
Her hands migrate from your hips to wrapping around your thighs, holding the weak limbs open with no effort. She’s purring as she pulls her tongue out only to thrust back in, her grin best described as ‘blissfully smug’ as she makes you lose your mind. Thrusting in and out of your fluttering cunt over and over.
You feel your release coiling low in your belly, right where Heket’s continues to press against your womb as you cry and moan against your gag. It snaps with a flourish, your hips lifting high off the box you sit on as you pull against the cloth you still hold. The seams of your robe strain against your pull as you cum hard on your Mistresses tongue.
She doesn’t pull it out of your spasming pussy, instead pushing it deep and staying there, wiggling the flexible muscle against your gummy walls. One hand moves from your thigh to rest at the top of your mound, her thumb idly starts rubbing your clit, and the scream you let out was sure to be heard by everyone despite your gag.
She keeps this up until your body falls limp from orgasm, your upper body falling back onto your box perch as your legs limply lay on Heket’s broad shoulders. She finally ends your overstimulating torment and pulls away. She gives a few last licks with her tongue to clean you up before once more staring at your still twitching opening. Her two thumbs hook into your lips and gently pull, giving her a perfect view of your gaping hole and engorged clit.
“Ah, such a beautiful sight…look at how puffy and swollen your pretty cunt is~ Makes me want another taste…” She purrs, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss against your sensitive nub. Prompting another soft whimper from you.
“Time for that later I suppose. We really must get back.”
You make a muffled noise against your gag, unwilling to move after…all that. Heket gives an amused huff and pulls your underwear from your mouth, stuffing the cloth into a pocket on her robe. She gathers you into her arms and tries to make you somewhat presentable as you snuggle into her chest. Her warm fingers comb through your tousled fur to smooth it out as you nestle into her embrace.
Her heart beat is so comforting…
“Rest my firefly, I will wake you if necessary.” Nestled in the crook of her elbow, you close your eyes and drift away.
hello fellow lee kaeya enjoyer, consider albedo being in a silly goofy mood and making dumb little “nom nom nom” sounds every time he raspberries kaeya’s tum or neck
Holy crap. Hoooooooly crap.
Sorry, lemme get myself together — hi!
Okay, now. Your brain, I’m crying. I, for one, love the idea of Albedo using Kaeya’s own teases against him. This comes in many forms that I’ll address in some fics in the future, but I’m just—
Imagine big brother Kaeya playing tickle monster with Klee. And he’s one step shy of an actor, so he’s going all out with the growly, nom-ing noises. Albedo is writing out some charts for work. Or at least he would be, if he could focus on anything other than Klee and Kaeya’s happy laughter ugh
And then later on they get in a tumble-y back and forth tickle fight. It’s all fleeting pokes and short bursts of laughter. And Albedo’s feeling so airy and light-hearted, he decides to pull the same trick Kaeya used the day before. But when he starts nom-ing on Kaeya’s neck, he gets this strangled little squeak of laughter. And Kaeya’s hands start pulling at his shirt instead of poking at his tickle spots.
And when Albedo peeks out from under Kaeya’s chin, he can see the other just — pink in the face, eyes shut, shying away from Albedo’s touch.
Is he — is he actually getting affected by this?
And Albedo just slips his head back in, goes back to work, getting the same weak pulls on his night shirt. He tries a little growl of his own, and feels ridiculous doing it, but it’s entirely worth the squeal that sounds above him. Add in a raspberry or two and Kaeya’s hips are bucking beneath him, trying to throw him off.
But still no fighting back. Hm.
Albedo needs another test — just to be sure. Good thing he knows a particular tum that is quite weak to nibbles and raspberries~
