ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ/ᴀꜱᴋ: "It doesn't really matter what you do or say, I'm never going anywhere anyway" "Just tell me I am yours"Jealousy/possessiveness
Conquest seem dot me like an obsessive lover because he hasn't felt love properly since birth. Him with a sweet and loving male reader that helps him through his problems and reassures him constantly
Conquest had always been very, very protective of you since he had met you; you were the first being in the entire universe who had shown him affection and kindness and compassion and a gentle hand with an understanding heart. You were a simple man, you lived a simple life that most Viltrumites would have scoffed at and scorned, but Conquest adored it.
It was mundane and innocent to him; the closest thing he had gotten to violence when he was with you was that time that he had accidentally smashed a vase.
A simple man with a simple life, and he seemed to fit into it well enough.
Gone were his days of never ending melancholy, gone were his days of being alone all the time; every night, he fell asleep with you next to him, and he spent a while watching over you before he eventually settled down himself.
Often, he found himself waking up hours before you, and walked around the house just to be sure that nothing was lurking in the shadows waiting to hurt you. More often, he did it in the morning as well.
He didn't want anything or anyone to take you away from him; you had given him friendship and romance and everything between. People smiled at him on the street, greeted him warmly, he had friends and people generally quite liked him; eccentric, and a little odd, but they figured that he was harmless.
Just another man who wanted to be left in peace and quiet, nothing too unusual. Nothing unjustified.
Every Saturday, Conquest went to get flowers for you, as he had learned from the films you liked that, to be a good partner, he needed to get you flowers; he got you yellow daffodils every week, fresh from the florist who always smiled warmly and knew exactly what he wanted.
Every Tuesday, he went out to get you coffee from the little shop around the corner; he knew your order well, and liked the way that you smiled when he brought it to you right as you were getting up.
He knew your routines; you would wake up, check your phone for a bit, go for a cigarette, have a coffee, and go about doing whatever needed doing here and there throughout the day; at two in the afternoon, you would pause for a meal, then go back to doing what needed doing.
At six, you would stop for good, and sit at the kitchen table with him for tea before snuggling up on the sofa and watching something on the television for a while. Finally, you would shower, get your pyjamas on, and snuggle into bed with him.
It was simple and it was easy, and Conquest liked that.
His prosthetic had long been replaced thanks to a friend of his who knew about Viltrumites; she was a Martian, Conquest came to find out, and although their relationship had started out rocky, she was his best friend in the world besides you, and helped him with understanding humans as well as getting a prosthetic that was built for being a simple man instead of a weapon.
She was, in fact, the very person who had told him that you were flirting with him to begin with, and she along with her wife helped him to figure out how humans courted.
The simple man with the simple life was perfect for him, and he would have done anything to protect both that life and especially you.
It was rare, but sometimes you went together on what you told him was a date night, and he always allowed you to pick the place and the time.
Tonight had been one of those rare nights, and although Conquest was having a nice time, he froze; beneath the blue and red lights, with "Purple Rain" by Prince playing loud enough that he couldn't hear himself think, you looked amazing.
It took his breath away as he looked at you, standing and waiting for the drinks at the bar, and he couldn't help the way that his expression softened, and a lump formed in his throat; it was the exact same thing that had happened when you first kissed him and again when you first snuggled into him whilst you slept.
His heart pounded, and when you caught him staring, you grinned, and waved at him; it only made things worse, his stomach was fluttering and he suddenly felt hot under his collar and he didn't understand it or know what it was, but he knew he liked it anyway, and quickly asked someone what the song was, wanting to play it endlessly just to think about how you looked a moment ago.
It was suddenly his favourite song.
But in the moments that he had taken his eye off of you, a stranger had approached at the bar, and was smiling and laughing with you, and Conquest knew that he had to step in; he gently placed his hand on your lower back, trying to remember what he used to be despite the way that you immediately flashed him a reassuring smile and leaned into the touch. For a second, his resolve almost cracked, until he remembered what was at stake.
He waited for you to turn around and grab the drinks, when he loomed over the stranger, and curled his lip into a threatening snarl. "He's mine. Only mine. Look at him again, worm, and I will destroy your entire skeleton. Piece by piece, until I rip your head off with your spine connected to it."
The stranger went wide eyed, and suddenly dashed away after a shake of the head and a stuttered apology; you turned around, looked at how tense Conquest was, and sighed.
You took him outside into the smoking area where it was quieter, letting him trap you between his body and the cool, damp, brick wall as you rolled your eyes so fondly and hoped that he wouldn't knock over the drinks when you put them next to his feet.
"Carl, what did you do?"
"I can't let anyone take you away from me," he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. "I can't let anyone hurt you."
You smiled, taking a long drag from your cigarette before you softly kissed him. "Nobody's going to take me away from you, and nobody's going to hurt me. I'm safe, I promise."
"I-"
"Carl," you put your hand on his chest, and he suddenly felt like it was going to burst from his chest. "It doesn't really matter what you do or say, I'm never going anywhere anyway, and I'm certainly not letting someone take me from you."
His brows lifted slightly as he flashed you the puppy dog eyes. "Just tell me I am yours. Tell me you won't go away."
"I promise," you told him so softly that it made his chest ache. "You're mine for as long as I'm yours. You've come such a long way, do you know how proud of you I am?"
Conquest froze. Biting the inside of his lip just to know that he was not dreaming. You were proud of him, and for whatever reason, that meant more to him than anything else he had ever heard.
"Proud?"
"Very," you nodded. "When we first met, you had an awful temper, and you hated everything... now look at you... did you... you didn't expect me to tell you off for being jealous, did you?"
He didn't answer, and you grinned.
"Oh, Carl," you tutted, lifting yourself up against the wall enough to rest your legs around his waist. He was quick to support you with one arm. "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Of course," Conquest breathed out.
You leaned in close, flicking the cigarette aside so you could whisper in his ear, clinging to his broad shoulders. "It's kinda hot when you're jealous... really revs my engine... maybe I should flirt with people, if this is how you're gonna act."
He perked up a little at that, gently pressing you into the wall as he let out a shaky breath. "Don't you dare. You are mine. Only mine. Always mine."
You laughed under your breath, trailing a hand down his chest and humming. "Why don't you prove it?"
His eyes went wide as he nodded, kissing you hard enough that you thought your mouth was going to bruise.
more of that after the fall conquest fic pretty please 😈 (idk if u do it, but if u do could it be 18+/smutty please?)
(SORRY IF THE SMUT PART IS KIND OF... AWKWARD; I DONT USUALLY WRITE THAT KIND OF STUFF...)
After The Fall (PART 2)
here's part 1 !!!
Conquest/Reader
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Days passed since your last encounter with Conquest, but the memory of his kiss lingered, igniting something within you that refused to fade. You threw yourself into your work, but every thought seemed to lead back to him—his overwhelming presence, the raw power he exuded, and the way he challenged you.
Then one evening, as twilight cast long shadows across the wreckage, you felt the familiar weight in the air before you saw him. Conquest hovered a few feet above the ground, the last rays of sunlight reflecting off his flowing white clothing. His one good eye locked onto yours, and a shiver ran down your spine.
“Bold one,” he rumbled, his voice low and inviting. “You thought I wouldn’t return.”
“I didn’t think you’d come back so soon,” you replied, trying to sound steady, though your pulse quickened at his presence.
His lips curled into a smirk, and he descended slowly, landing just inches from you. “You intrigue me more than I anticipated. Your defiance is… refreshing.”
You stood your ground, heart racing. “I’m not afraid of you, Conquest. If you’re here to intimidate me again, it won’t work.”
He stepped closer, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you, the heat radiating from his body intoxicating. “Intimidation is not my goal, yet you seem to enjoy playing with fire.”
You felt your breath hitch as he leaned in, the air thick with tension. “Do you think you can challenge me? You’re aware that strength is all that matters in this world?”
“Strength isn’t just about power,” you shot back, but your voice wavered slightly under the intensity of his gaze. “It’s about the ability to inspire others, to unite them.”
A low chuckle escaped his lips, deep and resonant. “Inspiration is weak. Fear is what holds people together. You’ve seen what I can do.”
“Fear won’t keep them loyal,” you countered, heart racing. “They’ll resent you for it.”
Conquest’s expression shifted, curiosity flickering in his eye. “And what would you suggest, little spitfire? That I rule with kindness?”
“No,” you said, feeling emboldened. “But there are ways to lead without destroying everything. You could find strength in unity, not just conquest.”
His gaze narrowed, amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. “You’re playing a dangerous game, challenging my beliefs.”
“Maybe,” you replied, stepping closer, the air between you crackling with tension. “But I’m not here to play nice.”
Suddenly, Conquest surged forward, closing the distance between you. His lips crashed against yours, fierce and demanding, and you gasped against him, feeling the world around you fade away. The kiss was nothing like the first; it was raw, full of hunger and power, and you melted into him, unable to resist the heat that surged between you.
He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your skin, his gaze dark and intense. “You tempt fate by standing so close to me,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.
“Maybe I like tempting fate,” you replied breathlessly, feeling bold. “Maybe I want to see how far you’ll go.”
His eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, and he captured your lips again, this time with a desperation that sent a thrill coursing through you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, his hands gripping your waist possessively.
“Such fire,” he growled against your mouth. “It amuses me. But you should understand your place.”
“Maybe I don’t want to know my place,” you challenged, heart racing as his hands traveled down your sides, igniting your skin with every touch.
“You think you can resist me?” he asked, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, a smirk dancing on his lips. “You’re merely a distraction in my path to power.”
“Then maybe I’ll be the distraction that conquers you,” you shot back, a mix of defiance and desire swirling within you.
He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a thrill down your spine. “You’re playing a dangerous game, little one. But I find it… entertaining.”
With that, he surged forward again, his mouth crashing against yours as he backed you against a crumbling wall. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pressing you into the cool surface as he deepened the kiss. You felt the power radiating from him, the raw energy that threatened to consume you.
“Do you think you can stand against me?” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers through your body. “You’re a spark in the darkness, but I am the storm.”
Your breath hitched at his words, and you felt the rush of adrenaline and desire swirl within you. “I don’t fear your storm,” you replied, voice steady despite the chaos of emotions surging inside.
“Then perhaps you deserve to see how the storm can consume you,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his eye gleaming with dark intent.
You stared at him, caught between the thrill of fear and the exhilaration of desire. Conquest was a force of nature, and you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame. “Show me,” you challenged, heart racing.
His lips curved into a wicked smile, and he leaned in again, kissing you fiercely, claiming you with a power that left you breathless. In that moment, you knew this was just the beginning—a dangerous game of power and desire that would draw you deeper into his world.
And as he pulled you closer, you realized you were no longer just challenging him. You were willingly stepping into the storm, ready to face whatever came next.
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Conquest’s lips crashed against yours again, igniting a fire deep within you. The kiss was primal, his mouth moving against yours with a hunger that made your body ache for more. You felt the heat radiating from him, the raw power that drew you in like a moth to a flame.
His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and contour as he pressed you against the wall, pinning you in place. You gasped as his fingers found the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly, exposing your skin to the cool air.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he murmured against your lips, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.
With a swift motion, he stripped your shirt away, leaving you bare before him. The intensity of his gaze burned into you, and you felt utterly exposed yet completely exhilarated. He leaned down, his mouth trailing hot kisses along your collarbone, his breath warm against your skin as he explored you with fervor.
“Such tempting flesh,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I could devour you whole.”
The thought sent a thrill through you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you pressed your body against his. He groaned at the contact, the sound deep and resonant, sending waves of pleasure rippling through you.
Conquest lifted you effortlessly, your body fitting against his as he carried you deeper into the ruins, finding a more secluded spot away from prying eyes. He set you down gently, but his hands were anything but gentle as they gripped your thighs, pulling you closer.
You could feel the heat of his body radiating against yours, the tension between you thickening with every passing moment. As he kissed you again, it was more urgent, more demanding, each touch igniting a fire that consumed you both.
“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his breath hot against your ear, sending another shiver through you.
“I want you,” you gasped, your body aching for his touch. “I want you to take me.”
“Such boldness,” he chuckled darkly, his hands gripping your waist as he positioned you beneath him. “Very well. Prepare yourself.”
With that, he surged forward, filling you completely in one powerful thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and slight pain as you gasped, your back arching against him. He was relentless, moving with an intensity that made your heart race.
“Do you feel that?” he growled, his voice low and dark as he thrust into you again. “This is power. This is what it means to be conquered.”
You could hardly think, your body responding instinctively to his every movement. You felt alive, every nerve ending ignited as he drove into you with a rhythm that built steadily, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.
“More,” you pleaded, craving every bit of him. “Don’t hold back.”
He responded with a feral growl, increasing his pace, the force of his thrusts driving you further into the wall. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the air, mingling with your gasps and moans as he claimed you entirely.
“Such a beautiful sight,” he murmured, watching you with a predatory gleam in his eye. “You were made for this.”
With each thrust, you felt the tension building within you, the heat coiling tighter and tighter as pleasure surged through your body. You were lost in the moment, surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensations.
“Let go for me,” he urged, his voice low and commanding. “Show me how much you want it.”
With one final thrust, you spiraled over the edge, the world blurring as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You cried out, the sound echoing in the empty space as your body shook with the intensity of your release.
Conquest followed closely behind, his own release filling you, and you reveled in the heat of the moment. As the waves of ecstasy faded, you found yourself still wrapped in his embrace, breathless and overwhelmed.
He pulled back slightly, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he looked down at you. “You’re even more dangerous than I thought.”
“And you’re not invincible,” you shot back, still caught in the aftermath of what had just happened.
He chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. “Perhaps I underestimated you.”
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As the heat of your encounter faded, Conquest looked down at you with a mix of satisfaction and a cold intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. You caught your breath, still feeling the thrill of what had just happened, but a new tension filled the air.
“You’ve impressed me,” he said, his voice low and serious. “But now you must understand, you are coming with me.”
“Coming with you?” you echoed, bewildered. “You mean as a prisoner?”
His smirk was dark and predatory. “Not a prisoner, but mine. You will serve as my pet, a reflection of my power. You will belong to me.”
You felt your heart race at his words, a mix of anger and disbelief coursing through you. “You can’t just take me like that.”
“I can and I will,” he replied, stepping closer, his presence suffocating. “You have something I want: your boldness, your spirit. But in my empire, there will be no room for defiance. You will learn your place.”
“Is that what you think? That I’d just submit to being some trophy for you?” you shot back, trying to maintain your composure.
“Submit? No,” he said, his tone chilling. “You will adapt. There’s power in being by my side, but make no mistake—you will be mine. Your loyalty will be rewarded, but resistance will be met with consequences.”
You swallowed hard, weighing your options. “And if I refuse?”
He leaned in, the heat of his body radiating against yours. “You won’t refuse. You’re already drawn to this. You crave it, even if you don’t realize it yet. Besides,” he added, his voice a low growl, “I don’t give second chances.”
His words hung in the air, heavy with threat and allure. The idea of being his pet—a possession rather than a partner—made your stomach twist, but there was an undeniable thrill at the thought of being claimed by someone so powerful.
“Is that how you treat everyone you conquer?” you asked, defiance rising in your voice despite the fear churning in your gut.
“Everyone I take becomes mine. There’s no choice in the matter,” he replied, his gaze steady and unyielding. “You will be no different.”
You could feel the weight of his words, the reality of what he offered settling in. There was no escaping him. You could either accept your fate or be consumed by it.
“What if I don’t want to be a pet?” you challenged, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
He chuckled darkly, a sound devoid of warmth. “That’s irrelevant. You’ll learn your role in time, whether you like it or not. I’m not asking for your consent; I’m taking what I desire.”
Conquest turned away, his presence still looming large, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. You knew he would take you, that you had already crossed a line from which there was no return.
“Think carefully,” he said over his shoulder, his voice a low rumble. “The offer stands, but the choice is an illusion. I will have you, one way or another.”
As he floated away, the finality of his words hung in the air, a chilling reminder of the path you were on. You were ensnared, caught in the grip of a conqueror who would not let you go.
And deep down, a part of you was undeniably drawn to the power he wielded, the danger of being claimed by someone like him. You had stepped into his world, and now there was no turning back.
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ/ᴀꜱᴋ: “I'm torn between feeling very sorry for you and finding you terribly attractive.”
With darling conquest pls? X male if that's alright
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: swearing, 18+ adult kontent
Dark, thick, clouds circled carelessly through the skies without a second thought, allowing their cold wet tears to hammer down against the puddling mud and the dense grass; the weather had been like it all day, just sad and miserable and woeful and wet and moist and soggy.
You were almost glad of it, as for the most part, your boyfriend Carl had stayed home with you; towering with grey hair and a thick, bristling, moustache that made you shiver when he kissed you, you were more than thankful to have him around in such a way. More than grateful that he was still with you.
His body was warm to the touch, his prosthetic just and just cool enough to make you shiver but not out of discomfort whilst his hand was hot against your skin; all but mindlessly roaming over your body like he always did when he got the chance to get close enough to feel you, to hold you.
After spending his entire life alone and unwanted, he was more than glad to have found a human mate to spend his time with; a man who would drop everything to spend time with him, a man who smiled and grinned at him so easily, never knowing what he had done or who he used to be. A man who never knew the name Conquest, and if he could help it, never would either.
Carefully, Conquest moved, letting you sit between his spread legs as his hands stayed fixed on your stomach, his smile partially hidden as he tried to fight it off; so long together and he still didn't quite know how to smile without seeming weak, pathetic, soft. Hardly anything compared to the living weapon of a Viltrumite that he used to be.
But the pictures of the animals that littered the fridge, the hoodie on your back that used to be his, and the freshly picked and half wet daffodils from the garden in the glass vase on the kitchen counter, all pointed to the fact that he had become something else.
He was something else, someone else.
Earth had changed him, and he knew it; Conquest was a distant memory, and he was merely just Carl. Carl, who went fishing on Tuesdays and ate pizza and watched films with his boyfriend on Thursdays; Carl, who took a job as a gardener and landscaper and was well known and well liked for it.
Carl, the man who seemingly came out of nowhere just to settle down and live quietly and peacefully; he was just Carl. Only Carl.
Carl, who enjoyed quiet nights in watching the television and eating snacks; Carl, who looked miserable just to grin brightly when his boyfriend showed up. Carl, who had once been the most feared and hated being in the galaxy for being a living weapon, but was now a grumpy looking old man who had been forever changed by the gentle nature of one human man.
"Who do you think did it?" You asked quietly, drawing his attention to you easily. "I think it was the stepdad's boss. He seems the type, y'know?"
Slowly, Conquest nodded as he tried to think about what you were watching; he hardly paid to attention to it, beyond noticing the way that you looked on the main character. Lean, tall, snarky, grumpy and yet always deeply caring; it made him wonder from time to time if humans had particular tastes in their mates, and how he fit into it.
He kept quiet, watching the way that you tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together; humans were soft and weak and not as smart and pathetic. Yet, Conquest found it charming; humans were soft, and used it to turn their nerves into steel to help each other.
They were weak, but they still did everything that they could to offer aid to a different species. They weren't as smart as Viltrumites, but they loved puzzles and mind games. They were pathetic, but they didn't care, and tried their hardest anyway.
It was charming. The way that a puppy acting like a guard dog was, or a garter snake acting like a giant anaconda. It was charming, and it was endearing to Conquest more than he would ever admit.
"Carl?" You hummed softly, and his attention immediately snapped back to you again. "You're being really fucking quiet, is something wrong?"
"I just don't feel well," he grumbled, a little surprised when you immediately moved to straddle his waist, making him flash you the puppy dog eyes as he gently held onto you.
"Look at you," you murmured, putting your hands on his large chest and smiling breathlessly. "Y'know, I'm torn between feeling very sorry for you, and finding you terribly attractive..."
His breath hitched, knowing you well enough to pick up even the smallest of hints as his grip grew slightly tighter, keeping you close. "You are something else."
You grinned, leaning down to whisper in his ear just to make him shiver. "I can make you feel better, if you want me to... you just have to say the word."
Gently, Conquest bit down on the inside of his lip as he nodded, relaxing and closing his eyes for just a split second. "I'm all yours, little one. All yours."
Even the strongest Viltrumite with the most reserve and the strongest will was not immune to gentle kisses to his jaw and soft hands on his chest.
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ/ᴀꜱᴋ: You can't sleep, and there's only one thing on your mind that you want more than anything else in the world. [based on the song P.Y.T (Pretty Young Thing) by Michael Jackson.]
Conquest was a lucky man, and he knew it; after spending centuries on his own, he had finally found the love of a simple man who made him feel so good inside, who made him realise that it was all he had ever wanted. A companion, a mate who never looked at him with fear, who never judged him and who always supported him; the love of a simple man with a simple job and a simple life.
But it was more than that, as he adored the nights like tonight, where you couldn’t sleep and you were simply craving him in every sense of the word; sex used to be a little rocky, a little hit and miss every now and then, but since he had found his footing with it, you had to admit, you had never known any other man treat you the way that Conquest did.
You were on your hands and knees, the headboard before you shaking violently as you lurched forward with every powerful thrust; his hand was on your hip, a bruising grip that would undoubtedly leave marks in the morning but you didn’t care.
You didn’t need to be flown to the moon when he was pounding into you hard enough to make you see stars as you screamed for more and more and more, taking every impressive inch of his cock as your ass clenched tightly around it, trying to milk it as best as you could whilst you lost yourself in how he fucked you; handprints on your ass and fingerprints on your throat that bled into bites and bruises from his teeth.
Your entire body trembling as you greedily, hungrily, begged for him to keep going; Viltrumite stamina and strength met with an impressive human libido.
Conquest was holding back, though, if only by a small fractional margin; he didn’t want to hurt you, but the primal urge to breed and to fuck was coursing through his veins hard enough to make his resolve shaky and porous. The bed springs creaked beneath you, and you knew that they would not hold out, but you didn’t care, howling his name with a string of pathetic whimpers for more.
He was trouble, and you knew it; now that he had found his footing when it came to sex, he was trouble and all he needed to do was touch you and you were already good to go for two or three rounds. How you managed to keep up with him was beyond him, but he didn’t mind it much; he was just glad that he finally found himself a mate, a companion, and it helped that you felt so good and you were so eager for him all the time.
It sparked something in Conquest’s nature, that hidden Viltrumite wiring that you never knew about and that he would never let you know about; you always managed to spark the most carnal, raw and harsh wiring in his brain.
The urges and the instincts and the drive that he had kept suppressed for so many years when he lived as Viltrum’s war dog, and with just a little look, you could bring it all pouring out in one good night. You sparked things in his nature that he had never been allowed to take part in before, things in his nature that he didn’t even know still worked and occasionally, the odd little bit of wiring that he didn’t know about.
Like when you called him “Daddy” the first time, and he nearly lost it; he had fucked you so hard that night that you had bruises from where his hips had slammed into you.
“That’s it, sugar,” he growled out, humping into you with such speed and strength that you couldn’t even keep up and try to push back to match his rhythm. “You’re takin’ my cock like a good boy, sweetheart. Doin’ so good.”
You whimpered, the praise causing heat to course through your veins; you felt like you were melting the same way as hot candle wax; you didn’t want him to stop, you needed him to keep going until he had had enough of you; the force of his thrusts as they made your entire body move with each one, the bruising grip on your hip, the way your cock ached as you howled his name again and again.
More and more and more, harder and harder and harder, deeper and deeper and deeper. You were insatiable. He loved it when you were so horny that you wanted him to fuck your brains out.
It was perfect timing, too, as you didn’t have to go to work in the morning and he had you all to himself until the day after; he had not seen you all week, all pent up and needy himself but he at least had over four thousand years on learning how to control it. You didn’t.
The pent up need, the sleeplessness from being so fucking horny that it was making you crave him to the point of humping his leg and sitting on his face whilst he used his tongue to please you; he wasn’t great at it, you had to admit, but fuck, he was eager and you loved that he was so eager to shove his tongue into your ass.
The way he eagerly lapped and explored your hole, the way his moustache felt against your skin, the way he held your thighs when he rimmed you just to keep going until you couldn’t take any more. It made it all right with the world in the end.
In the distance, the city lights were glowing brightly, leaving a small trail of gold through the curtains that only just illuminated the bedroom, just enough for him to see the marks he had left on your skin, ruining it so that everyone else in the world would know that you were his, and that you were off-limits, under the protection of the strongest, most brutal, Vilrumite.
Golden light shining against your sweat soaked skin to show that where there was love, there was pain, and that you would always try to push your limits and see how far you could go; you wanted to know where your limits were, how fast and how hard he could fuck you until you needed medical treatment the next day. How much he could do to you until you couldn’t take enough, and Conquest was always happy to lend you a hand, or his tongue, or his leg, or his cock so that you could experiment.
To you, Conquest seemed like he was maybe in his sixties or seventies, and he had told you when you first starting dating that he was sixty-five, so you believed him; in your mid-twenties at the time, you couldn’t believe that such an attractive older man had taken interest in you like that.
Now you were here, still together after a good while, and still as happy as ever; he would fuck your brains out, and a few hours later, you would go to sleep so he could sneak out and get you flowers and an iced coffee that he would keep in the fridge until you woke up again.
But right now, love was not his primary goal; you were a pretty man, he had to admit, especially when you were barking and howling for him to fuck you until you couldn’t form a single thought that wasn’t about his cock. He needed you to cum for him.
He could be gentle, too, though; he preferred being gentle with you, if anything, as much as he did enjoy being rough and mean and throwing you around, he preferred the quiet nights when you were laid on your side and he was slowly rocking his hips, trying not to think that your ass had been entirely made for him.
After spending so long in complete isolation and without anyone to fuck, anyone to hold, anyone to kiss and anyone to talk to, Conquest was just thankful that he could be close to you and feel you in his arms; the sex was just a bonus to him, and he easily could have gone without it if you didn’t want it.
He liked being close, he enjoyed the way that you felt in his embrace, and he liked knowing that he finally had someone to share his life with, someone to talk to. He wasn’t lonely anymore, especially not when he was with you.
How could he be lonely, when he had the love of a simple man, a perfect man?
But when you wanted to see stars and you wanted to cum, Conquest was still happy to oblige; he was still happy to take you there over and over and over until you were a pathetic, whining, whimpering, mess on the bed and telling him that you only needed five minutes to catch your breath and get ready for the next round, only to fall asleep and wake up to him next to you, wide awake and watching over you just to be sure that you were safe and you were comfortable.
If it was cold, he would pull the duvet up over your shoulders, but if it was hot, he would bring the fan in and angle it so that the cool air washed over you but didn’t wake you. He could make you see the stars from the confines of the bedroom, but he was still that inexperienced old man who craved the feeling of being close.
Still, he was allowed that closeness as he pounded into you, every snap of his hips making your body jerk as you tried to desperately keep up with the pace; the bed creaking only grew louder as it protested, but it only spurred you on more as you begged and whimpered for Conquest to keep fucking into you. His large, thick, cock abusing your prostate so eagerly as you drooled and allowed your eyes to roll; he was using you, and you knew he was, but you wanted him to. You loved it when he allowed that slightest bit of natural instinct to slip past and to break free.
The growing need inside you was overwhelming, and although you knew that he would have to be so tender and gentle with you in the morning, you stopped caring the moment that he grabbed your shoulder to rut into you harder. Taking control of your body as you encouraged him to keep going, to keep using you like his own little toy.
The way his cock made you feel knocked you off of your feet, and you didn't want it to ever end. You needed everything that he was willing to give you, you needed him to keep you like that, bullying you with his cock as he praised you for doing so well for him.
There was a loud creak and a harsh thud as the bed collapsed, but neither of you cared enough to stop as you grabbed the ropes fixed to the headboard and clenched your fist around them hard enough to make your knuckles pop audibly; sweat beading and coarsing down your skin as you clenched tightly around him.
"Daddy, fuck!" You could only just manage to slip out the words. "Fuck! Don't stop!"
You were melting like hot candle wax as he kept pounding into you, putting his claim on your ass so hard that you were already starting to sting in all the best of ways; fever rising in your body as you panted heavily, submissing to him and hoping that he would use his power to keep going.
Knowing that nothing could stop the burning desire in his chest as he gritted his teeth to stop himself from cutting the session short; he wouldn't stop until you had both had enough, and you couldn't be more thankful. His touches giving you the sensation of being on fire as your desire caught his.
The broken bed kept screaming in protest, but you kept telling him to keep going until he came inside you and filled your ass until it leaked, so Conquest doubled down; chasing after your release with every snap of his hips, every sharp thrust that reminded you of just how big he was.
How much larger he was than you, how easily he could have snapped your neck without the slightest bit of effort; he leaned over, putting just enough of his weight on you to remind you of the fact that you were small and weak in comparison.
Had the burning desire that he had for you gotten any worse, you could have sworn that he would have physically burnt to a crisp; nothing could cool the yearning fire inside of him, nothing could cool the yearning to make you feel good and to make you come completely undone for him.
It almost wasn't fair that all of his Viltrumite instincts and urges and nature was so casually let out of control when he was buried inside you; his fingertips flexed ever so slightly, enough to leave a bruise on your shoulder as he bit down against the back of your neck. Sucking the scruff into his mouth as you told him to keep going.
Conquest never would have thought that he would ever be in such a place, but you had come along and changed his entire world; you were just a simple man, hardly anything special, but you were more precious than any jewel to him, and you set him free in ways that he had never thought possible before.
You set him completely free of what he used to be, you changed his world; you made him realise the many ways that affection could be given, you made him understand what it felt like to actually love. Not to just fuck and to breed like the other Viltrumites, but to actually love. To give his heart to another entirely and completely.
The lights were beginning to dim down as the night took over, and everything felt so right as you lost yourself to the feeling of how he fucked you; his weight pressed on you as he immediately knew every move that you were going to make.
You needed him to just do what he pleased, touch you until you were past the point of no return; you needed him so badly, you couldn't think of anything except how good his cock felt. His little night loving man, the freak he could tease and taunt without ever really meaning to; his most precious shining star. His only star.
But as the darkness and the night continues to creep in, he was hitting your sweet spot more and more; giving you everything that he possibly could whilst still holding himself back. You were weak and small compared to him, and the last thing that Conquest ever wanted to do was hurt you.
He would hate himself if he ever so much as gave you a bruise that you didn't want; he never would have thought that he would have any kind of weakness, but human nature had its hand around his throat and was just shy of breaking his neck as it gripped him tightly and refused to let go, threatening to take over from his true nature.
Conquest wanted to love you in every which way that you would let him, and he did so without realising that each time he did, he was being more and more corrupted by the influence of those weak, soft, pathetic humans; but the moans coming from your mouth were so pretty, and you were such a precious thing that he was actually almost glad to be corrupted.
He could still remember when he had fallen in love; it was when you had asked to swap your green beans for his garden peas at a fancy restaurant. Such a simple little gesture had taken his breath away, no one had remembered what he actually liked and disliked before.
He was falling in love all over again as you begged him to fuck you harder and faster; sweating and whimpering and doing your best to keep up knowing that you couldn't. Knowing that he was larger and more superior than you; you would need him to be tender with you afterwards, but you knew Conquest well enough to know that he would be glad to do it.
Although he would be a little extra protective if you went anywhere together; whenever you were weakened, he always found himself almost falling back into old habits. An old war dog could learn new tricks, but instinct could never be replaced.
"Wanna cum," you howled out, your voice betraying you enough that Conquest paused for a second, worried that he was pushing you too far until you started fucking yourself on his cock like you did when he was too tired to take control. It made his head spin as his chest hollowed, all of his breath put into the way he picked up the pace again, hearing the bed shriek in protest with its already broken body; he could fix it later, his focus was elsewhere for the night.
"Cum for me, sugar," he growled out, his voice low and rumbling and sending shocks through you.
He was quick to switch positions, lying on his back and taking hold of your hip so he could piston up into you, making you tremble and shake as you sobbed and grinned; tears streaming down your face as he bounced you on his cock, stretching and filling your ass so much that you could hardly breathe.
Just whimpering strings of "yes!", "fuck!", "don't stop!" with your hands on his broad, sweat soaked, chest, fingers burrowed into dense and coarse grey hairs.
Conquest wasn't tender with you at all, abusing and bullying you as you screamed his name, tilting your head back as your cum splattered onto his stomach; your thighs were trembling, chest empty and ragged as breaths left a sting in your throat.
Your cock ached, your back was soaked in sweat, and you didn't want to stop; some kind of need rooted need and instinct telling you that you needed his cum inside your ass, and you needed it bad. You couldn't deny such need.
Panting heavily as his grip on your hip grew tighter, his teeth bared in a snarl as he made your entire body jerk and bounce with every thrilling rut; he was bullying you, teasing you about being so weak and needy for him, making your entire body shiver and shake when he leaned up, biting and sucking on your chest, leaving his marks all over you and giving you the most delightful burn with his grey moustache.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, ass clamping down on his cock to milk it as you howled and called for him to fill you until you were leaking; Conquest could never say no to such a pretty thing like you. His favourite man on earth, and his favourite human out of them all.
He could never say no to your sweet little whimpers; he would never say no to his most precious jewel, his most precious shining star.
His thrusts grew sloppy, one thrust was sharp and hard and then the next was blunt and gentle, hitting your prostate every time as he pistoned in and out of you.
Your hole gaping wide to accommodate his size as he bit down against your neck softly, rutting into you and panting softly against your skin, telling you how good you were being, how he was going to make you so full that he would need to put a plug in your hole just so you would keep it. His head swimming with the sounds of your pretty little moans and whimpers.
He slowed before he grunted your name, teeth bared as he finally came inside you; he flopped down, grinning at how tender you were as you rolled your hips, milking his cock as much as you could as he praised you, holding your thigh to keep you steady.
You couldn't stop yourself as you shook, already so sensitive that it only sent you over the edge again, cumming on his stomach with a pitiful whimper before you finally collapsed against him, sighing heavily and trying to catch your breath.
You were in awe that Conquest, the same Conquest who used to be so unsure and unconfident when it came to sex, could now rock your entire world until you were cumming over and over in just one night; he had found his footing, but he was always keen on taking you to the moon when he was alone in the bedroom with you.
His advanced age, if anything, was more of a help than a hindrance; he had more stamina, more strength, more everything.
But as you caught your breath, Conquest lazily draped his arm over you as he stared up at the ceiling, wondering how the fuck one measly human could ever change him so much; he had never been given affection, love, or sex before he had met you.
Now he couldn't get away from it, and never wanted to go without it; fucking your brains out was one thing, but being able to be soft and love you afterwards was even better. He couldn't understand how the other Viltrumites were able to do it, just up and leave any mate that they took. Conquest couldn't leave you, you meant too much.
He was tender as he rubbed little circles and little patterns into your skin, humming softly when you turned the speaker on; he liked the song that was playing, as it always reminded him of you. But that didn't matter, he wanted to make sure that you were fine, first; he traced the bruises and the bite marks, making sure that he hadn't lost control in the heat of the moment. He couldn't find anything, and relaxed a little when he was reassured that there wasn't anything for him to find.
"You, you gotta marry me," you breathed out, grinning as you looked up at him. "Please."
Conquest froze for a moment, thinking that if he said yes, the Viltrum Empire would find out and destroy you just to get him to go back to his old ways; but the tender look in your pleading eyes, and how you pouted slightly, he couldn't say no to it.
"You sure you want to be my husband?" He asked, and when you nodded eagerly, he hummed. "I will marry you."
You pushed yourself up, straddling his waist and grinding down softly against him; you grinned, licking your lips as you tilted your head to the side and raised your brows. "Can we celebrate?"
Conquest could hardly believe it, how you were already so eager to go for another round, and it did worry him a little bit. "Eat, clean yourself up, and then we can celebrate."
"But Carl," you whimpered out his name so prettily that it made him gron. "C'mon, you have a hot, energetic, boyfriend who wants you to fuck his brains out until dawn... don't you wanna make the most of it?"
Conquest let out a baited breath as he sighed, and laughed softly; you were so bad, and so lucky that you were so hot. You were trouble, and he knew it, but he nodded as he pulled you a little closer. "I will, once you've rested a little."
You grumbled with disappointment, but you knew that he was right; you just hated the fact that he was. You had already broken the bed, you probably would have broken something else if you didn't take a slight breather.
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ/ᴀꜱᴋ: Forehead kisses "Want me to kiss it better?"
X conquest with male reader
I need my conquest soft, he deserves love and I need him to show that he deserves affection
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: N/A, just fluff
For years, Conquest had been lonely, living in an isolated and desolate and lifeless little bunker on the moon where he had next to nothing, and living with the burden of knowing that everyone around him was scared; he was a living weapon, bred and born and designed and trained to do nothing other than carry out Viltrum's violence.
He did not know the softness of a warm blanket on a cold day, or the reassuring smell of Welsh cakes freshly baked on a winter evening, or the taste of rarebit on a wet and rainy afternoon; he did not know that there was more to life than being alone and scared.
Until Thragg sent him to live and walk amongst the humans; under the identity of Carl, Conquest at first found it difficult to adjust, but after he found you, that all began to change.
You took him to the zoo, where he saw the most ferocious animals being looked at with respect and kindness; people did not look at tigers or wolves or bears with hate and with fear the way that Viltrumites looked at him. They looked at those animals with respect, and talked loudly about how beautiful they were, how magnificent they were.
How nice they were.
How nice it must have been to be a violent animal and still be loved by the very creatures who should have hated him for it.
Humans were soft and weak, they were too emotionally attached to everything, Conquest knew that all too well; but there was something about their lack of hate, and something about their kindness, so strong that it would extend to other species so easily.
He saw humans with their pets, and how gentle and loving they were with them; to be a creature so loved that somebody would have done anything to make you happy. He saw humans with their pets, and how even dogs with three legs and one eye were still so loved and cherished that their owners grinned at them and easily expressed what a good dog they were.
He saw people scoop up worms and snails and spiders from the pavements, just to gently set them onto patches of grass with words of reassurance; he saw people put out water for birds on hot days, and build little timber houses for hedgehogs. He saw people put up signs to be cautious of deer and foxes crossing the road; and at night, he had seen a group of people don hi-vis vests, and help frogs to cross busy roads, some even putting them in buckets of water just to ensure their safety.
On Earth, nothing ever went without love.
It was when, one particularly cold night, Conquest sat down with you to watch a film, that his perspective had truly changed; the opening and closing scenes flicked a switch for him, and made him shed a single tear by the time that the credits had rolled.
"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere.
Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love.
If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling love, actually … is all around."
At the end of the film, you noticed the streak of damp on his cheeks, and smiled as you moved to sit on his lap; you had done it a thousand times since you had started dating, but something about it felt different this time as you gently cupped his jaw, tilted his head down so slightly, and pressed the softest of kisses to his forehead.
Conquest could not fight it, smiling a little bit and fearing that you would recoil with disgust, but instead, you only grinned, stroking a soft touch across his cheek as you tilted your head.
"It's a real tearjerker, innit?"
He nodded. "I spent so much of my life lonely and feared..."
"I know," you whispered, then shook your head as you adjusted yourself on his lap, making sure that he was as comfortable as you were. "Want me to kiss it better?"
Conquest nodded, and the feeling of your soft and gentle lips pressing such fond little kisses to his forehead and temples, moving to his cheeks and his jaw and then going to his neck, he knew he would never go back to Viltrum; humanity was weak and soft, but they were stronger for it.
Their physical weakness was one thing that Conquest knew he could protect, and he needed to, because humanity's ultimate strength, your ultimate strength, was to extend kindness and compassion to all.
He could never go back to what he used to be, and he didn't want to. He wanted to stay on Earth, he wanted to stay with you, as your pet.
"You didn't like the film, then?" You asked quietly, and he shook his head.
"Are there more like it?" He asked, and you pulled away just enough for him to see you grin.
"One of my all time favourites," you hummed. "It's called But I'm A Cheerleader. You'll love it."
Conquest nodded, and settled himself against the sofa properly as he watched you carefully; maybe, as much as he hated to admit to it himself, what he always needed was a companion in his life.
A man of great kindness and great gentleness who could guide him with just a soft look; he had that in you, he had the love of the greatest man he had ever met in you, and he would do anything to keep it and protect it.
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ/ᴀꜱᴋ: Conquest can't help that he's just so in love with you, he can't help that he's utterly weak when you're using him for stress relief. [based off of the song One More Chance by Michael Jackson]
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: 18+ KONTENT, dom!Conquest, anal fingering, talk of masturbation, pup play, Daddy kink, praise kink, oral sex, cum eating
18+ ᴏɴʟʏ, ᴍʟᴍ/ɴʙʟᴍ.
Conquest had never known what it was like to have a mate, a companion, before and he had always been a little bit nervous; it was one thing to be a living weapon used for the sake of being a weapon. Feared and hated even by the very same people who had created him that way.
It was another thing to be himself, to experience the affection and the softness that he had mever known before. He promised himself, when you first started getting serious with him, he would make sure that he would do whatever he could.
He could do whatever he could to make it right, to do everything that he needed to so that you wouldn't leave, you wouldn't walk away; he assumed that you were happy, he assumed that you loved him. Granted, for the first two or three months, the sex hadn't been the best, but your guiding hands and your gentle way of showing him what to do had worked greatly. He was doing everything right, as far as he knew, and Conquest never wanted to let you go.
He knew, after about a year in human years, a second in his time, that love would never feel so good, and he wouldn't be able to carry on if you weren't by his side, holding his hand; so when you got home from work one night, settled onto his lap with a huff, and grumbled about never wanting to leave the house again, he almost lit up.
Conquest had never been happier, and could have picked you up and spun you around then and there, but he also knew what it meant when you softly rutted against him. You wanted to use him to get rid of the stress, and he was happy to oblige.
"Hold on, sugar," he grumbled, doing his best not to grin as he shifted his hips, letting his hand roam to your ass as a hoarse groan left his throat. "'M gonna touch."
"Please do," you mumbled, gently biting the side of his neck as he slowly slipped two fingers into you, pumping them in and out as he felt you clench down.
"Good boy," he whispered harshly, adding a third finger and trying not to buck his hips when you ground down against him. You were so firmly pressed against his chest that he could feel your cock getting hard, and it took his breath away.
You were his shelter, his favourite thing about Earth and his most prized possession; the man who had managed to turn a conqueror into a house pet. The human man who had taken Viltrum's deadliest weapon, and turned him into a soft, sweet, man who would bark like a dog just for a chance to lick your boxers whilst you were hard.
The same ex-weapon who got off on holding your sweaty boxers against his face as he masturbated when you were at work and he was left with no other choice.
All that time ago, when you first met Conquest, you had no idea what you had done for him; you had assumed that he was just some hot, older, man who was a little lost at a gay bar. You didn't know that you had come along and rescued him from the worst storm in his life; you had no idea that you had saved him from a lifetime of isolation and loneliness, and that you had rescued him from resigning himself to spending his entire life on his own. You rescued him then, you rescued him every day since.
He used to be so cold, his life used to feel like ice, and yet, you had come along and shown him that if he had someone to dote on, someone to protect, he was at his happiest.
He was at his happiest now with you on his lap, grinding down on his fingers as you shifted around a little, just enough to reach down to your trousers and take your cock in your hand; panting and praising him as you bit down against his neck and sucked on the skin enough for it to make him buck and roll his hips.
The movements making you shudder and quietly demand that he add another finger. He did so all too happily, grinning to himself for a moment.
You took turns, mostly, unless a different mood commanded it; tonight was one such mood, as you didn't want to think, didn't want to have to put too much effort in. Work had been exhausting, and the excessive heatwave outside had rendered you almost entirely useless.
Hot and sticky and sweaty as you dared not to question why you were suddenly so overcome and overwhelmed with sharp, thrashing, waves of needing to be fucked. Maybe you just wanted to clear your head, maybe the heat had stirred up some kind of primal human nature that you didn't find the energy to question. It didn't matter, not with how good it felt to have his fingers stretching and filling your ass so well.
You had never really been one for bragging and showing off, you usually thought that that was such a stupid thing to do, but Conquest had gotten rid of that for you; if you saw him when you were at work and he was running errands, you would grin, and proudly proclaim to whoever would listen that that was your boyfriend, and you were going to proudly call yourself his husband one day.
If you saw him, you were always quick to tell him, often texting him to say where to look for you; his eyes would crinkle as he smiled and waved at you.
He was all you wanted and all you needed and all that you adored and the only person that you ever truly wanted as much as you needed him; his calloused fingers and his wolfish grin, his long and thick cock and his growling and thundering voice. It never stopped giving you the most delightful sensation of having something flutter in your stomach, it never ceased to make you shiver and shake and tighten your grip on him as you gently rocked your hips.
All you needed was Conquest. All you had ever needed was Conquest.
It was because of you that he had been given one more chance at living; one more chance at finding joy and happiness. One more chance at finding out who he was outside of being a living weapon for an empire that wanted nothing more than to destroy and pollute the very planet that he was calling home.
Because of you, because of your love and your gentleness, Conquest had been given one more chance at love, one chance to love; he wasn't going to squander it, even if he couldn't help it.
He couldn't. He couldn't go back to being lonely and violent and only caring about the destruction that he could cause in his wake; you had given him one chance, and he was determined that he would never need another.
Every touch was one more reminder, every little noise of pleasured content was one more soft reassurance, every little detail and movement of your existence and your love was one more reminder that he had only been given one chance, and that he could not waste it; the thought of going back to Viltrum, after being healed by the world, after being exposed to how much of a better place it was, it made him feel sick.
After a history of the wrong guys, you had to admit, as you felt his growing bulge and listened to his grumbling praises, you were thankful that Conquest had given you one more chance. A history of the wrong guys, and all it had taken was one man to change everything, and to make you feel something that no other had even sniffed near; one more crook of his finger to hit your prostate and you were practically humping him as you whimpered.
One more drop of sweat down the back of your neck, and you could feel it brimming in your stomach. One more open mouthed kiss, and you were slipping into that delightful headspace that drove him wild; one more grin, and he was tilting his head as he looked into your eyes and hummed.
"Puppy want a treat?"
Your head spun as your heart pounded, and you nodded eagerly, all but barking from how bad you needed it; one more whimper when he pulled his hand from you just to sit you on the sofa, yanking your clothes off as you swallowed thickly, chest rising and falling quickly as you looked at him between your knees.
Watching him lick your cock; one more kiss against the skin, and he took it to the back of his throat with ease. His mouth so warm and wet that your eyes immediately rolled and your head fell back against the soft cushion.
One more groan, and he bobbed his head, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking you all the way back again; your hips bucked, desperate to fuck his mouth until his arm quickly pinned you down. One more breath as your entire body felt like it was drowning in the most beautiful fire; moaning loudly until it turned to short, sharp, squeaking whimpering that only spurred him on more as he pressed his tongue flatly against the underside of your cock.
Lewd, loud, slurping and glugging sounds mixing with your whimpers as your mouth fell open, jaw completely slack as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut and tried to buck your hips against his strong, hairy, sweat soaked arm. One more noise, and he pulled away, making a show of licking his lips as he grumbled.
"Good boy," he growled out. "Taste so good... y'wanna cum in my mouth?"
One more whimper, one more twitch against his arm, and he laughed softly.
"Eyes on me, puppy."
You tried to maintain eye contact as he worked your cock easily, knowing every little inch as well as his own, knowing exactly how to draw the little noises from your throat that had him trying to keep hold of his resolve.
You didn't want to think, didn't want to have anything in your mind except the way that he was so eager to please you; how eager he was to make sure that you felt good, that you wouldn't stop feeling good. You knew the drill, it was always the same and you adored it that way; he would suck your cock, and then spit your cum in your mouth so he could taste it on your tongue and make you moan as you humped against him whilst he welcomed the opened mouthed, drawn out, harsh kisses that made his head spin.
He would lick you clean of your sweat, letting you hump him until you were completely spent but still begging to fuck him. The thought of it was making your head spin, sweat dripping down your skin as you shook and shuddered at how well he knew your body, how well he knew you; like he had memorised every little detail. Every little noise, every little movement, every little flicker in your eyes. He knew them all, and he knew them well.
He was exploring your limits, searching to see if you had a limit as to how far he could go until you would cave and let him fuck you; but you only grunted and growled, trying so desperately to hump and fuck his mouth as the most pitiful, beautiful, sweet whimper. All but crying as you pawed at his head, so desperate and needy to fuck his mouth that Conquest could only smile, humming as he made the most lewd slurping noise just to get a rise out of you. Just to make you call his name so quietly that he almost didn't hear it.
A whimpering, whining, mess as you felt tears stream down your face, needing so desperately to be fucked dumb and overstimulated that you could hardly breathe without it crossing your mind; but his mouth was so warm, so welcoming and so wet as he took such eager and easy control. Always stopping just shy right as you were about to tip over the edge. Seeing how far you would go. Needing to know how your little mysteries would unfold for him.
You held on tightly, grabbing at a tuft of grey hair with one hand to try and fuck his mouth whilst the other groped at the sofa as your mouth went dry and your heart raced; you couldn't believe how he made you feel, the way he could make you crumble so fucking easily.
Fever in your bones, hips trying to buck and grind against a groove that was prevented by his arm across you, digging in just enough to warn you not to try and let the music overwhelm you despite the way that his mouth and his tongue had knocked you off of your feet.
You couldn't hold on, lightning striking you easily and making you moan his name loudly as you finally allowed your control to melt; your head swimming as you stiffened and froze completely, listening keenly to the way he eagerly kept going to ride you through it. Lapping it up and letting it sit in the back of his mouth until you were completely spent.
Lightning almost struck again when he loomed over you, holding your mouth open amd spitting your cum back into your mouth before kissing you harshly; it felt like rain after a long dry summer as you swallowed it and welcomed his control over you. Groaning and bucking your hips against him, ready to go again. Rutting and grunting and growling.
The need, the overwhelming urge to breed and to get bred and to let his cock and his ass overwhelm you, it almost hurt as you tried to control yourself even slightly, not wanting to push too far too fast. But Conquest grinned, noting your inability to breathe as he sat on the sofa beside you and pushed his trousers down, doing his best not to laugh at how you looked at his cock as if it was the only thing in the world that you needed. The oxygen and the water that kept you alive.
"Go on, pup," he told you as he looked at you. "Do what you want."
You were there in an instant, taking his cock in your mouth as far back as you could, nose nuzzling into the coarse grey hairs at his base as you let him play with your ass; two fingers, then three, then four as he stretched and toyed with you. Watching how you used the momentum from his hand to work your mouth up and down, lapping at the precum as it drizzled onto your tongue.
"Fuck, I love when you're like this," Conquest growled out, watching you eagerly take his cock and his hand as he rutted his hips gently to meet your mouth.
You were so fucking good, and he couldn't quite understand what he had done to deserve it, to deserve you; he wasn't quite sure what he had done to deserve one more chance to start anew and to be something that wasn't an old, grizzled, war dog. He wasn't sure what he had done to deserve one more chance; to deserve to be known as the man you loved, not some living weapon that served only to seek and destroy and conquer.
But he wasn't going to take it for granted, he knew that much; most weren't as lucky as he was. Most never had one more chance like he did.
But you were also dangerous, and he knew that; he had been given one more chance, but he had settled for the only being in the multitude of planets who was more dangerous than anything. Able to make him weak, able to make him groan and to indulge himself in ways he never could before; you had given him one more chance, and yet, you had become his biggest liability.
The way that you made him so fucking weak, so fucking stupid and out of control, it was dangerous. One more chance at love came with that price, though, he supposed.
But you were taking his cock so fucking well, pushing back against his hand as your eyes rolled and you moaned loudly, sending little shockwaves through him that made him groan your praises enough to surely ricochet outside. You doubled down every time, working his cock with one hand in tandem with your tongue, using the other to steady yourself.
It was magnetic, it was magical, it was magnificent, and he was slowly slipping away, finding himself intoxicated by human nature the more that you eagerly let him fuck your mouth and fuck your ass with his fingers; your mouth alone was making him shudder and shake with the way you slurped and lapped at his cock, the way you knew exactly how to get him going just to pull him back again.
It didn't take long until he froze up, gripping your neck hard enough to nearly bruise it, watching you with fascination and growling approval as you eagerly cleaned his cock clean before you kept going; you were riding him through it, sucking and nuzzling until he was completely spent and only lazily pumping his hand in and out of your ass, feeling it clench around his knuckles before you whimpered and whined and stilled. Murmuring his name as he watched your cum splatter against the sofa.
"Don't just sit there," he hissed out, taking great pride in how you immediately looked up at him, peppering his cock with kisses. "You gotta clean up your own messes, pup, or I'll rub your nose in it."
You kept kissing and licking his cock, and when he shoved you away and rubbed your nose in your cum, letting it cling to your skin, you grinned.
"Sorry, Daddy... guess I got carried away."
Conquest let out a breathy sigh, watching as you slowly, purposefully, licked the sofa clean before getting on his lap and holding onto his shoulders; he kissed you, and you moaned into it, letting him grab and paw at your ass as you rolled your hips and ground against him. Letting the shuddering breaths take control again as you smiled and pulled away.
"I'll be a good boy, promise."
His hips jerked as he nodded. "One more chance... but..."
You frowned, worried that you had overstepped. "Sorry, was that too much, I can dial it-"
"You're going to be dehydrated if you keep going like this," Conquest pointed out. "Get a drink, get somethin' to eat. Then come back. I'll wait."
