Help! My serf smells like the armoury and it's making me have heretical thoughts. Part 3
Word count: ~3460
Titus x gn!afab!reader
Part 1 | Part 2
A/N - This got out of hand very quickly. I went quiet for a couple of days and here's why. This is basically just all smut… To the point you don’t even have to read the previous parts.
Titus is a thigh man, sorry I don't make the rules.
Hope you enjoy this meal.
Remember - even your most heretical thoughts can become a reality if you try hard enough.
My switch / sub Titus agenda shall be known.
I can hear the inquisition at my door.
Warnings: MDNI 18+, kinda dubcon, face sitting, piv sex (you bounce on it crazy style), lots of groping, being mean to stupid sexy Demetrian Titus.
Please let me know if I have missed any!!
You finish fixing up the helm and gently place it on the desk. You didn’t realise how long you had been hunched over, joints cracking as you stretched out.
You rest your head back on the desk staring at his helm.
Where is lord Titus? He has been gone for a while…
The chamber door opening and closing loudly jolts you awake. “My lord?” you say turning around. He stands near the small chest of drawers, in his own little world, its’s almost unsettling to see the usually alert captain like this.
You squint at him, he seems to be carrying a number of bottles. He is busy placing his new collection down scrutinising each one. They look similar to the oils and fragrances used in the baths.
“My lord, is all well?” He turns his head eyes boring into you as he says your name.
His gaze makes you fidget nervously in the chair “Um I- I have restored your helm, it was damaged in your last deployment and I thought to fix it as an apology for upsetting you before.”
He crosses the distance between you far too quickly, his body blocking you against the desk as he reaches over to lift up his helm examining it.
Placing the helm back down he drops to his knees to be at eye level with you. “You have done a wonderful job.” His smile so warm and genuine you feel your heart skip a beat and then another when you feel his calloused hands rest their weight on your thighs.
Titus stares down at your thighs before giving an experimental squeeze, exhaling out a pensive hum before proceeding to knead the flesh under his huge palms.
“L- lord Titus?” your voice seems to snap him out of his trance.
“I’m sorry little one, forgive me but I cannot contain my happiness.” Your lords’ hands moving higher up your thighs before pulling away.
“To now know that you feel the same as I do for you, I knew I made the right decision making you my serf. The smell of your arousal has stirred reactions in me I had no knowledge I possessed.” He continued babbling on about how happy he was and the smell -wait THE SMELL OF WHAT, why is he talking about this like it is at all normal.
You are mortified.
Your lord angel is talking so excitedly about the fact he could smell how horny you were for him earlier. You’re surprised you didn’t perish on the spot.
His hand cups your face thumb rubbing your cheek lovingly, you lean into his caress melting away the shame you felt. He leans in pressing a feather light kiss to your lips, it was over as quickly as it began.
He leans back averting his gaze from you, but you don’t give him a chance to put anymore distance between you. Placing your hand on his cheek turning his head back towards you, pulling him in again for another soft kiss.
His mouth is so much larger than yours, but your lips seem to slot together perfectly. He is following your lead, clumsy at first but picking up on what makes you sigh and moan quickly.
You break the kiss feeling a lightheaded buzz and heat pooling in your abdomen.
You need more, the hand on his cheek moving to tangle in his hair, trying to tug him forward.
He chuckles. “Eager to serve little serf? Or are you just as selfish as me?”
You are suddenly lifted into the air before being dropped onto his vast bed, air knocked out of you as you land.
Titus leans over you. “Remove this.” He says picking up the hem of your robe. You decide to tease him, dragging the fabric agonisingly slowly up your body before stopping at the apex of your thighs.
You look at him, his gaze is transfixed to your legs, blush dusting his cheeks. “Continue.” he demands, you falter inching the fabric higher to reveal your underwear, stopping again.
He decides he has had enough of your game and rips the garment off in one fluid motion.
He pushes you further into the expanse of bedding before shedding his robe and crawling to rest between your legs.
He growls. “Oh, I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.”
Hands spreading over your torso kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. He knows he is moving quickly, he remembers the chapter master’s advice to take his time and explore slowly.
Eternally grateful to have chased after the figure retreating from the armoury when he did, but in this moment, he considers the advice useless.
“My lord, please.” You don't even know what you are asking for, as you squirm, covering your face in embarrassment.
There is so much he wants to do to you, the choice is almost paralysing so he goes with his gut.
Pulling your knees to rest on the broad expanse of his shoulders. He places soft kisses on your knee. His tongue tracing patterns on your thigh slowly working his way up towards your apex, right where you need him.
So, so close just a little further.
He turns his head back to your thigh overwhelming urge to worry the plush flesh between his teeth taking over as he peppers your thighs with bites. His tongue runs over them soothing the violently attacked skin.
You whine out his name bucking your hips hoping he would get the message.
He stares up at you pupils blown as his face presses against your most intimate area. He takes a deep breath in, eyes rolling back, as he let out a groan that vibrated through you.
Your own moan ripping from your throat in response.
He moved his hands to hook over your legs keeping you in place. He took another breath, the smell is too overwhelming.
“Forgive me for my haste, but I can’t I need to taste you.” He rasps out as he rips your underwear down your legs.
You feel hands clamping onto your hips like a vice. Your arms move to uncover your face to see what's happening when a your are pulled up right with him underneath you.
Oh, by the emperor.
Your legs instinctively tense, hands shooting down to stop him, you don't want to crush him.
“W- what are you doing?” You squeal.
“I am unsure of what to do. Like this you can show me your preferences, no? You don’t have to worry about causing me any harm either, little one relax.” He smirks.
He looks so breathtaking between your legs, but you don’t like this nasty little teasing streak he’s began to develop.
Despite your valiant effort to spare his neck, with an embarrassingly small amount of effort he sits you down on his face. His tongue lay flat against your cunt. Your hips canted forward your clit grinding on the wet muscle, the whine you let out was disgraceful, but you didn't care he felt too good, his groans becoming more and more frequent.
All logical thoughts were quickly leaving your brain.
“Please mmm move your mouth, my lord.” He hums in response, vibrations shooting right through your core. Hands tugging at his hair he begins moving his tongue, exploring again, finding what makes you tick. Delighted when he discovers the nub that makes you grind down hard and pull his hair tighter.
He moans at the sting, the noise making you shudder above him.
He can only think of how divine this experience is.
Especially in this position, the low light of the room pours over you features framing you in a gilded light.
Your taste is indescribable to him, he can't grasp how perfect this feels, how right, how it must have been destined.
His lips close around your clit sucking, he is in awe of you. You beg him for more, you want him to put his tongue inside.
He growls, shifting your hips to position himself correctly, nose now pressed firmly against your clit as his tongue danced around your entrance. Giving you the odd nip of his teeth before a deep moan vibrated through you as he slowly sunk his tongue into you.
Slowly wiggling the appendage in further, to lap at your essence right from the source.
It stings pleasantly as you are pushed open by your Lord’s tongue. You feel the heat coiling tighter and tighter in you.
“T- Titus, Titus p-lease I'm - I can't.”
Your pitiful words only egg him on to eat you out with more vigour sending you throttling over the edge with a sharp cry, clenching down on his tongue.
Thighs clamping down around his head, nails digging into his scalp as you yank his hair.
Your hips bucking uncontrollably as your climax tapers to its end, muscles twitching, you can't remember the last time it was this intense.
Had it ever been?
You pull your hips away, his hands falling to his side, giving you a reprieve to kneel up.
“T- thank you my lord.” You’re breathless as you move down to sit yourself on his abs. You lean down and kiss him tasting your release on his lips, he groans against you. “You taste divine.” He rasps out hands back to kneading your thighs.
“You seem to like these a lot.” Placing your hands over his.
He hums in response. “They are the perfect fit for my hands.”
You giggle at how happy he sounded, fingers dancing over the taut corded muscle and ports along his arms, hand stopping at his neck.
You plant feather light kisses along his jaw. His eyes fluttering shut as he stifles a groan, fingers digging into your thighs.
Titus turns his head as you kiss the corner of his mouth trying to catch your lips. He lets out a low grumble of your name as you continue to avoid him, finally placing a sweet kiss on his lips when he seemingly gives up.
He melts into the kiss, following your lead as his lips move messily against yours. You sigh into the kiss as you feel his large calloused hands run up and down the sides of your legs.
One of your hands move to tangle themselves in his hair again.
Growing bolder he nips your bottom lip taking advantage of the gasp you let out to shove his tongue in your mouth.
Before he has a chance to do much more you tug his hair pulling him back as you pull away.
A devious plan forming in your head.
He lets out a noise similar to a whimper as you sit back up. Hand still firm in his hair as your free hand travels down his body to where you are sat. His chest arching up to feel more, before you pluck his hands off of you.
His glassy, half lidded eyes find yours. “Why did you stop little one?”
You take a moment. “Did I say you could touch me, Titus?”
He lets out a frustrated whine, head knocking back against the plush bed.
He’s full of surprises, isn't he? You chuckle to yourself.
You lean in close again, lips brushing his ear. “You brought this on yourself. Have you no shame?”
You can't deny the thrill in being so mean to your lord angel and based on his squirming you weren't the only one enjoying the role reversal.
Titus' hands were still hovering near you twitching, his nervous system going haywire.
You let go of his hair, your now free hand rubbing circles on his neck.
Leaning your head down he closes his eyes in anticipation waiting expectantly for your kiss.
Instead, you duck your head down further, placing a kiss under his chin before you work your way down the column of his throat.
The soft gasps that leave him turning into groans as you bite down and suck at his flesh.
You look at the marks already beginning to heal as you run your tongue over the assaulted skin.
Your hands run lower squeezing at his chest, your hands look tiny squeezing at his pecs.
You swipe an experimental thumb over his nipples, his breath hitching, you are in awe at how sensitive he is. You smirk and pinch them eliciting a shocked moan from the huge man below you.
Your hands travel wherever they please, tracing one of his ports you can almost feel his resolve snap like a band, his hips buck up with force, threatening to tip you forward.
You slide yourself back as you kiss down his body, sitting back up when you reach the band of his loin cloth.
You look down and can’t stop the shiver that racks through you at the sight, large bulge straining and twitching against its confinement.
You lick your lips when you see the small wet patch near the tip.
You loosen and untie the cloth removing it from him.
Fuck.
His cock slaps against his lower abdomen, a pearl of precum decorating the tip.
It’s massive.
You must’ve been staring for a while, as Titus leans up on his elbows “I -is everything okay?” He looks like he is struggling to form words, poor thing.
You run the tip of your index finger from the base to tip before you wrap your hand around the head using your thumb to collect the precum spreading it over the tip.
You’re startled by the broken whine forced out of him.
“Nothing at all my L-.” “Titus, please keep calling me Titus.” He interrupts with another whine.
Oh, he likes you ruining him.
You grin moving your hand away. “Titus, do you have any lube?” He blushes deeper, biting his lip and points over to the large collection of bottles brought in earlier.
You can’t stifle the laugh that leaves you. “I don’t think we need that much.”
“They were gifts from the chapter master, I couldn't decide which to take so he let me take one of each.”
By the throne, you don’t have time to think about the implications of the chapter master bestowing a collection of oils and lube to his captains so they can fuck their serfs, you’re not the inquisition.
You slide off him and the bed, legs still a little shaky as you walk to the collection, you pick up one of the larger bottles, having to rest it against your body to carry it.
He is staring at you, cock twitching in anticipation. You toss the bottle onto the bed and climb back onto him.
Pouring a hefty amount of lube directly onto his length, he hisses as the cool viscous liquid runs down him, pooling at the base.
“Hand.” You gesture at him.
He stretches out a hand in front of you. “Do you know what I want you to do?”
His stare bores into you before nodding weakly “You require me to stretch your tiny hole, so you can take me.”
His vulgar words shock you again. You pour the lube onto his out stretched hand.
Your hand returns to his cock, gathering the liquid before grabbing him at the base, noticing how thick he is when you hand is too small to wrap fully around him.
His hips buck up.
You let go, other hand lightly swats his thigh. “No, keep your hips still.”
A short whine bubbles out of him in protest.
Ignoring him, you pull his hand to your mound. “Start with one.”
Obeying you his finger plunges into you palm pressing flat against your clit, his finger curls and digs into a spot that makes you see stars.
“F-Fuck, good boy.” You moan out before you realise what you said, he moans in response. Repeating the motion with each eager thrust of his finger, before pushing in a second.
Your moaning as your hand starts working the lube over his length twisting your wrist, finger tips running over the veins.
You can’t wait much longer you need him.
He scissors his fingers, loud moans tumbling out of you as you try to keep stroking him with any semblance of a rhythm.
You can see his thigh muscles tensing, is he close?
You take your hand away and are rewarded with a pathetic broken whine from your Titus.
“Please, please, I’m sorry, I need you.” You've broken him.
You almost feel guilty at the rush his begging gives you.
“Titus, take your fingers out.” You try to sound in control, but you are just as needy as him.
He does as he’s told, his fingers instantly in his mouth sucking and cleaning every last drop of you off them.
“What do you need?” You ask, staring into his eyes as you sit yourself on his lap cunt grinding against his length.
“Mmm, need to feel inside. AH- throne, need to fill you please." He’s teary eyed as he whines for you.
You sit up on your knees and grab the base of his cock again lining it up to your entrance, before slowly lowering yourself onto him.
He tenses at the feeling of wet heat against his length and let’s out a broken sob.
He uses every last bit of his sanity to stop himself from thrusting up into you.
Even with his thorough prep sinking down on his cock burns, but the building pressure in your stomach from feeling so full was too good to stop.
By some miracle you take him down to the hilt, clit pressed firm against his happy trail.
Moaning in unison you place your hands on his lower abdomen. His eyes are transfixed to where you are joined.
You wiggle your hips making him groan, hands shooting up to grab your waist.
You slowly grind circles against him, his moans and whimpers getting more erratic.
He is pleading for more.
You lift up slowly testing how it feels, leaving only the tip inside before dropping back down as he bucks his hips up, your cunt spasms around him, shit, it’s so deep, it feels like he’s in your throat.
Your eyes roll back into your skull, as you begin bouncing on him as best you can.
His hips trying his best to match the rhythm you set. “Feels so good, Titus.”
Both of your loud moans complement the obscene wet sounds your bodies make. It’s a mess, the bottom of your thighs slick with sweat, lube and arousal just like his lower abdomen.
“I - I think I’m ngh close little one, ple- pleasee wan-t to finish toge- ther!” He whines out words broken by his crescendoing moans.
You move your hands to his, pulling them off your hips to intertwine your fingers.
“Me t-too.” You squeeze his hands, hazy eyes meeting your tearful ones.
He shifts on the bed planting his feet against the mattress and thrusts up meeting you half way on every bounce.
“Ti- Titus, it’s too muuuch. I-.” You squeal, stilling as you feel his cock press against your cervix over and over. You are thrown into an earth shattering climax, so much more intense than the first.
You think you black out for a second.
Your cunt squeezing down on him like a vice sends him hurtling over the edge, the deep moans he lets out making your abused hole flutter around him as he fucks ribbons of cum up into you.
He holds you above him, groaning as he slips his length out of you.
He lays with you on top of him for a little while, feeling him cum leaking out of you and drip down onto the bedding.
He is embarrassed in retrospect at how quickly he finished and how he acted.
You on the other hand are still deep in a post orgasmic daze, barely even on this plane of existence, content to just lie face pressed into his tits for an eternity after that workout.
He sits you up with him, you weakly wrap your arms around his neck. “You are truly amazing, little one.” He sighs out pecking you on the lips.
You give him a blissfully stupid grin in return before nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck “I love you, my lord.” The weight of your confession not registering with you in this state.
He sits in stunned silence until he hears your small puffs of breath slowing as you fall into a peaceful sleep. “I love you too little one.” Pressing another soft kiss against your temple.
He will think about cleaning and his duty later, right now he just wants to be here in this moment for as long as he can.