Perfect Phainon
Sub!Bottom!Knight!FTM Phainon x Dom!Top!Prince Reader
Phainon is the most devoted and loving person in your life, so when he heard about how painful it is to be in rut on your own, he decided to give you his body so you wouldn't be in pain anymore
☀️ Word Count: 1,506 ☀️
AFAB Language Used | [Kinktober Request]
CW: Womb Fucking, Semi-Public Sex, Objectification, Free Use, Dacryphilia, Non-Human Reader, Rut/Heat Cycles, Size Difference, Creampie, Squirting, Hypersensitivity
It's Phainon’s duty to serve, protect, and love his liege. There's nothing he won't do for you, you take priority over everything. Therefore, he's obligated to take care of you while you're in rut. He's not the same species as you and there's no guarantee he can handle you as a mere human, but he’ll never let uncertainty get in the way of serving you.
Phainon enters the room as you're aggressively fucking a fleshlight. “I told you to–” You huff, losing your train of thought as he drops his robe. You’ve always told him to stay out of your room during your rut but he recently learned about how difficult and painful it can be to only use toys in this state. He couldn't allow you to go through this alone anymore and you're too far gone to consider his wellbeing.
“Use me, [Name].” You can see slick glistening in between his thighs, he prepared himself for you. You quickly approach him faster than he can process your movement and gasps as you push him against the door. The fleshlight is lying on the ground and he can see your size now. His heart beats faster with both fear and arousal. It's even bigger than what he saw in textbooks. He allows you to grab his thighs and raise him in the air. He shuts his eyes tight and covers his mouth as you penetrate him.
You growl and bite his arm. “I wanna hear you.”
He knew you’d be out of your mind but he didn't think you'd be this affected. He brushes off the thought of how embarrassing it’ll be to walk around the palace tomorrow and moves his hand away. It stings but he's sure nothing he's experienced could be more painful than what you're going through. He wraps his arms around your neck.
You bury your head in his shoulder. “So tight.” You groan, digging your nails into his skin. He's heard from his fellow knights that being tight is a good thing, so he's overjoyed to hear that you're enjoying him. He's fulfilling his duties wonderfully.
“Ah-!” Phainon gasps as you suddenly start thrusting. He can feel your cock against his cervix. You're that deep inside him. “My liege~!” He moans shamelessly, already forgetting his current location.
“...perfect.” You groan. “You're perfect.”
Happy tears stream down his cheeks. That's all he’s ever wanted to hear. He's finally perfect for you. His toes curl as he feels you filling him up with your first load, making him have an orgasm as well. You don't seem to be affected by it though, you're still fucking him like a madman. He's scared you’ll end up breaking the door at this rate.
“Bh- bed- bed, please-” His voice is wavering.
You stop and look at him. It looks like you've calmed down, slightly at least. You slide your hand to the back of Phainon’s head and bring him into a steamy kiss. It's hard for him to kiss back when he's sobbing uncontrollably from being so happy. You pull away and smile. “I like seeing you cry.”
Duly noted, he should cry more then. He sniffles cutely. “I don't wanna– mh- stop-” It's hard for his breathing to remain steady. “Not– not until you're satisfied.”
“You really are perfect.” You carry him over to your bed while he sobs in your ear. You lay him down and watch him cry.
He looks down at himself through blurry vision and frowns. You aren't fully inside. “You're still– still…”
“I’m too big for you.” You press your finger against his bulging stomach.
“No– no–” He cries harder. “Make it fit!” He practically demands you to do so. He knows he’s acting out of turn but he can't stop himself. He needs it to fit, he needs to be perfect.
You position him into a mating press and roughly pound against his cervix until it opens for you. He throws his head back and moans. You continue your thrusts and completely focus on your desires, just as Phainon told you to. You fill him with more of your cum but you refuse to stop. “You make such a good cocksleeve.” You bite down on his neck.
“Yes– I’m your cocksleeve, your– hah- mmh~ your highness~” Phainon squirts.
“That's it, doll, squirt on my cock.” You growl in his ear. He's so happy and overwhelmed that it feels like he's dreaming.
Phainon couldn't stay conscious the entire time but he knows you kept using him anyways thanks to the insane amount of cum leaking out of his pussy and making a bulge in his stomach. You woke up before him but your side of the bed is still warm. He has to fight himself to actually get up and not snuggle in your residual warmth.
He sits up and tries to think of a way to get to the bathroom without leaving a trail of cum behind him. He jumps in surprise as the door opens. You have that look on your face when you're exhausted from your duties. He wonders what could've gotten you this downcast so early in the morning.
“Kneel.” You close the door behind you. Phainon hurries over to you despite his grogginess and kneels before you. He doesn't hesitate to suck you off once you release your cock. “You're taking contraceptives, right?”
Phainon takes a brief moment to nod before going back to your cock.
“There's going to be another ball tomorrow night.” You sigh and throw your head back.
No wonder you're so annoyed. Another event where you get pestered by nobles and eager suitors. “I’ll do anything I can to make you feel better afterwards.” Phainon kisses your cock.
You grab a handful of Phainon’s hair and fuck his face. He doesn't fight you or attempt to leave. He remains completely submissive.
You let out a low groan before coming inside his mouth. “I have to start preparations. Buy something sexy to wear under your suit.”
Phainon swallows your cum first. “Understood, my liege.” His legs wobble as he stands up, making you notice the large pool of cum beneath him. You make a mental note to get someone to clean up your room.
Phainon looks around nervously as you pull him into a storage closet. He doesn't question you about whether this is a good idea or not, nor does he hesitate to undo his clothes to show the lingerie he got, despite his own internal fear of getting caught. Your commands override his emotions, every decision you make is the right one.
“Gods.” You run your hands along the fabric of his corset. “No wonder you looked so different tonight.”
“Is it good?”
“Of course it is.” You turn him around and have him bend over. “I loved seeing the way everyone looked at you, it made me want to fuck you right there, so they knew you belonged to me.”
Phainon shudders from the idea of that. If you truly wanted to, he wouldn't complain. “I would've let you.”
“Yeah? You’d be okay with the whole kingdom knowing you're my cock sleeve?” You pull his panties down and lick your lips. Most of the servants know about your relationship but they're all loyal and tight lipped.
“Mhm~ I’m okay with anything you want me to be.” He covers his mouth as you slide inside him.
“It's like you were made for me.”
Phainon suddenly squirts in response.
“You're so sensitive, I wonder if I could make you come without even touching you.” You slowly fuck him, solely for his sake. If you had it your way, the knights would probably freak out over the loud banging noises and moans coming from the closet.
“I can– I can-” He's doing his best to stay quiet, it's not easy for him no matter the pace you're at. “Had to change my underwear– thinking about you~”
You groan. “Next time, I want you to give it to me after you change, okay?”
Phainon nods rapidly.
You run your hand down his back, making his arch even more prominent. You watch with lustful interest as his ass bounces with each thrust. Your mind soon forgets the reason why you're moving so slowly, causing you to fuck him at a rougher pace to better admire his plumpness. “I love your body so fucking much.”
He accidentally lets a moan slip.
“Let them hear you.” You spank him. He moans without a shred of shame, his eyes roll to the back of his head as he experiences another orgasm. “You're such a good doll for me.” You thrust into him a couple more times before making your final thrust to come inside him. You pull his panties back up and help him get dressed.
Phainon follows you around the ballroom without sparing a single glance to anyone undeserving. You're not afraid to claim him so why should he worry about the gossiping nobles? You're far more important and the only person worth his attention.
