What happened after midnight? part 3
SUMMARY:Â Blame the Unbirthday revelry, the spiked punch, the swirl of sweets and music. Blame your own daring, if you mustâ But you canât blame fate when you find yourself tangled in the sheets of the one you secretly longed for all along.
CHARACTERS:Â Cater Diamond / Ruggie Bucchi / Jack Howl / Azul Ashengrotto / Kalim Al-Asim / Epel Felmier / Sebek Zigvolt x F!Yuu (reader)
TAGS:Â Spicy, a bit of smut, sugar coating fluff, sloppy and a bit of crack, drunk sex.
WARNING:Â porn with little plot, nudity, unprotected sex (always wrap it up!!), oral fixation, oral sex (reciving and giving), fingering, mild gagging, mild dirty talk, pet names, virginity loss, Doubble D, merfolk fuck, tentacles, knotting.
COMMENTS:Â This is the FINAL PART FOR THIS SERIES! New intro, same context. All characters are +18. Part one here - Part two here
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Ah...Unbirthday party, so many rules, so many colors, so many Heartslabyul students following the schedule to the letter, but itâs the new guests, the slight loosening of Riddle, the new activities, and the fresh air without a trace of tension or rivalry that makes this party feel more⌠alive. Loud music blares from someoneâs speaker, drinks and sweets, too many sweets, that arenât written in the beloved âQueen of Heartsâ Rules,â the atmosphere overflowing with camaraderie forged after a completely⌠catastrophic year. The red roses painted immaculately, students from the famously strict dorm welcoming every guest who wants to join, appreciating all the contributions to make this party feel more like a celebration than just a dorm event.
Trey and Cater busy themselves filling the dessert table, already overflowing with chocolates, strawberry tarts, bowls of plain strawberries, though you leave a pot full of cream for anyone who wants to make their fruit even more delicious. Vil and Rook bring more fresh food, prepared with the best organic ingredients from Pomefiore; even Epel brought several jugs of apple juice.
The atmosphere feels more energized, mixed with that dangerous aura of a bunch of hormone-driven kids with barely controlled magic who want to blow off stress one way or another; even if blowing off stress means eating until bursting, hitting a sugar spike⌠or getting drunk.
Because yes, this might be the calmest Unbirthday party in terms of rules, but that didnât mean Ace couldnât pull something. With a flask in hand and the most smug, mischievous grin that always shows when he knows what heâs about to do could land him in serious trouble, Ace pours the bright amber contentsâshining and camouflaged perfectly in the punch, or was it iced tea?âso that no one notices the difference; or maybe they do, but theyâre too busy with the food and with breaking more rules.
âIf anything happens, blame my brother. His ideaâ the redhead tells you when you give him a look, though it doesnât last long because you also want to try the contents of that new, gleaming drink.
Between hands and dancing, what starts as one cup filled to the brim with amber liquid mixed with fruit turns into two, three, even a fourth; itâs so sweet you canât even taste the alcohol. Your legs, however, do notice, wobbling this way and that when youâre guided through the maze-like garden paths, or when Trey takes you to the lounge to help carry new tarts to the dessert table, him holding one in each hand without trouble.
The celebration that, by habit, usually lasts a couple of afternoon hours stretches longer and longer, the sun dipping below the horizon and the real magic beginning to hum with the moon in the sky. The lights grow sharper, more intimate, some colored, the music louder and the air heavier with sweetness.
You see Jack and Leona having a friendly arm-wrestling match on one of the loungeâs low tables, some betting on Jack, others, too afraid to go against him, on Leona. Jamil sits beneath a great rose arbor, enjoying that for once he doesnât have to cook, letting Kalim do as he pleases.
Sebekâs constant shouting rings out as several people approach Malleus to strike up small conversations, noticeably affected by the punch enough to lose their fear, and the tall fae letting himself be drawn into countless discussions, most of which he barely understands, yet listening closely and laughing from time to time.
The air grows warmer with every minute as people shed the tension from their shoulders and let the stress dissolve on the improvised dance floor in the middle of the lounge. You feel hands brushing your arms and hips, bodies leaning against you to share gossip or simply mess with your hair or your reactions, someone placing a liquor-filled chocolate against your lips, waiting for you to bite so they can eat the other half.
Vague, sensory memories linger in your mind like small flashbacks: fingertips brushing the skin of your neck, a whisper in your ear, your back arching slightly thanks to the garden breeze over your nape freed from your hair. Someone moving your hair from your face and lips brushing your forehead before lowering to yours. Memories of your vision blurring and spinning and glowing while the noise of the party scatters, as if the crowd were drifting away, or maybe itâs you whoâs drifting. The coldness of the wall against your back and a warm body against your chest.
Hands roaming your sides, tongues licking your thighs, a bed falling apart with every movement of both bodies; a rough gasp against your neck, teeth nibbling your earlobe, skin burning and the delicious anticipation of desire sliding between you. Words barely whispered or spoken through laughter, sometimes said with need, other times with pure overflowing desire, promising an endless night meant only for you.
Morning light pushes in annoyingly through the window, preventing you from opening your eyes to face the new day. A headache drills from behind your eyes and your body aches and feels heavy, and youâre unable to move without your legs feeling numb, like a pair of gelatin molds with a liquid center slowly pushing through and melting the outer layer.
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Cater
Waking up feels like you survived a tornado of sugar and bad decisions. Your head is pounding like itâs about to explode and your mouth is ridiculously dry. When you open your eyes, the first thing you notice is a trail ofâŚ
Glitter?
Well thatâs new
You also notice the pillow is way too soft, much softer than yours at Ramshackle, and it smells like citrus mixed with both sweet and spicy.
You stretch, your body aching in a sharp way but also with a pleasant sensation between your legs and in your thighs, and your hand bumps into another body.
You bump it again⌠and again⌠and again.
Your hand keeps colliding with what seems to be a bare chest.
You hear a low, satisfied hum, look to your side, and find Caterâs awake face, hair a mess, phone in hand.
And the camera is pointed straight at your wrecked face.
âMorning, cutie~!â his voice far too energetic for this hour.
He flips the phone around and shows you the very lovely, very disastrous photo of your eyes barely open in the first morning light.
You look like absolute hell, sweetheart
â#GoalsIRL, am I right?â
âDelete that right now, Cater!â
He just laughs, tossing the phone onto the pile of discarded clothes at the foot of the bedâand by pile I mean a couple of your things and his, letâs say some shirts and a pair of pants.
Because the rest of the clothes⌠are everywhere.
Your panties are even hanging from the bedpost.
âRelax, babe, that oneâs just for my private collection,â his mischievous eyes travel over your body, biting his lip. âUnless you want me to show the world the absolute snack I had last nightâ
You follow the line of his gaze and realize your chest is uncovered, bits of glitter stuck to your skin. Your eyes return to Cater, noticing his chest is also bare and covered in glitter.
You pull the sheets up to your chest, but you canât help wanting to look underneath them. Very timidly you lift them and, to your not-so-surprise⌠yes, youâre naked; you clutch the fabric tighter around yourself and sit up slowly.
âWeâŚ?â
Cater gives you the most shameless grin. âOh, we definitely did, cutie~â He winks and his voice drops into a wicked whisper. âDidnât know you had what it takes to keep up with me. Didnât peg you as someone so⌠insatiableâ
Fragments return in chaotic bursts: his hands around your waist while he made you dance to a song neither of you was really listening to; his lips at your ear whispering all the things he wanted to do to you after the party.
His lips never leaving yours when he couldnât wait until the end, whispering he needed you now, carrying you to his room while holding you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping your ass.
The moment he tossed you onto the bed and didnât waste a second before pressing his lips back to the skin of your neck, undoing every button he found in his path and stripping you in record time. His mouth biting you with each piece of clothing freed, leaving reddish marks on your collarbone, your breasts, your thighs. âDo you have any idea how gorgeous you look like this?â
His hands spreading your legs as he lowered his head, licking and sucking without restraint, growling in pleasure every time you moaned loudly. His tongue teasing your clit, sucking when he felt you getting desperate; his fingers sliding inside, first one then two, bringing your first orgasm of the night.
You remember riding him, your hands on your chest, his cock opening your wet cunt with every drop of your hips, your hair loose and eyes half-closed while your clit rubbed against his pelvis. Cater simply admiring your body moving deliciously, your breasts bouncing up and down.
His big hands holding one while the other gripped your hip firmly. âCome on, baby, move more, I want you to cum with my cock buried deep inside youâ
The flash of his phone when he snapped a ridiculously shameless photo, the camera aimed right where his cock was driving into you, maybe even recording a short video; you managed to snatch the phone and throw it into a corner just as he smacked your ass hard.
The way he kept turning you and switching positions at will: your ass fully on display when he flipped you and kept you riding him, holding onto his legs; fucking you against the wall, his fingers sliding between your legs to play with your clit while he sucked your nipples.
Though his favorite position was missionary, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt already drenched from so many orgasms⌠while your mouth was also being used by one of his clones. âKeep moaning. I want the whole dorm to know whoâs fucking you this goodâ
You remember feeling more than a couple of hands wandering over your body, gripping your hips, spreading your legs wider and keeping you from closing them, palms over your breasts playing with your nipples; and one particular hand gripping your throat so you could feel his cock sliding below.
âSo delicious⌠you like it when I fuck you with my clones, baby? Hm? Want us inside everywhere?â your moans mixing with his breathless laughter as he thrust faster and faster until he spilled inside.
The moment he pulled out slowly, watching his semen slide from your pussy; his fingers gathering it and pushing it back in. âWeâre not wasting a single drop, right cutie?â and before you could answer, he was already pushing back in, his cock hard again to start thrusting once more.
âYou okay, baby? No regrets, right?â His words pull you out of the endless spiral of filthy, indecent fragments.
His thumb is working over a sore muscle in your back, slowly easing the tension. His gaze expectant and a bit nervous about whatever words you might say next.
âNo regrets, Cay-Cay.â He smiles, satisfiedâhearing that seems to free him from needing to hide under the biggest rock in society.
ââŚbut youâre deleting everything you took yesterday.â
âAwww~ youâre so mean,â but thereâs no offense in his tone.
Cater rolls onto his back, stretching, and you canât help noticing the faint marks along his neck: hickeys, scratches, spots where you dug in your nails; he shows them like a supermodel.
âWanna go for another round? Or need a second to catch your breath?â
You push his chest, though without much force and even less conviction. You let out a small laugh and he pulls you close, your body fitting perfectly at his side.
The warmth of his body wraps around you and for a second⌠you can set the headache aside.
Ruggie
The first thing you notice when you wake up is that your mouth is so dry it feels like the savanna itself, your head pounding a thousand miles an hour and an overwhelming, absolute need to chug a galleon of water.
You turn over, hoping to fall back asleep or at least find a position that might ease the drumming in your skull; you reach for the nearest thing to hug, thinking the soft pillow under your head might have a twin.
And you did find something, yes. But itâs not a pillow youâre hugging so tightly.
Itâs something solid, hard, and a bit lean⌠and itâs alive.
You hear a yawn near your ear, followed by a soft chuckle. Something soft moves above your head.
A pair of ears twitch in time with your breathing.
âŚears
You open one eye and find Ruggieâs messy hair, his gray-blue eyes looking at you from the next pillow over.
âMorning, sunshineââ
You donât let him finish.
Still disoriented and a little sleepy, you grab the pillow under you and smack it straight into his face.
âAHHHHH⌠RUGGIE WTF?!?â
âHey! Hey! Donât hit me!â
Ruggie dodges a second strike by hiding under the sheets and peeking out with a wicked grin. Heâs still laughing hard, coughing a bit from the intensity of that wake-up. âYouâre more violent than a female hyena after matingâ
âMa-mating?!â
Your wide eyes take in Ruggieâs figure, only now barely covered; his torso is bare, a few scratches across his shoulders and pecs, a purplish hickey on his neck.
You glance down and see your own chest just as bare, covered in bite marks and a couple of hickeys along the curve of your breasts.
You clutch the pillow to you like a shield, covering your chest. âWhatâŚ? Did weâŚ? What happened?â
Ruggie props himself on one shoulder and starts counting on his fingers. âLetâs see⌠we danced a few songs, you stole a sweet straight outta my mouth, I got it back by kissing you, you asked me to teach you how the âwild animals of the savannaâ end the night⌠and I guess we got a little outta control, huh?â
The memories come in flashes: Ruggieâs hands on your hips while he spun you around again and again until you got dizzy. His wild laugh when you chased him down corridor after corridor, stumbling over your own feet, until you caught him and kissed him in the darkness of an empty hallway.
Wild, hungry kisses, little bites along your neck and collarbone. A particularly mischievous nip at your hip when he yanked your underwear down with his teeth; his hands positioning you on your back, one on your hip and the other lifting your leg, presenting you open for him.
His quick, skillful fingers moving nonstop inside your cunt while his tongue slowly licked your clit. âFuck, best meal Iâve ever hadâ Your back arching when he found your most sensitive spot and hit it again and again and again, making you see stars and moan nonstop.
The way he bent you over, half your body on the bed, the other with your feet on the floor, your ass raised high so he could knead it, squeeze it, smack it.
The fast, eager rhythm of his thrusts, his hips slamming relentlessly into your backside, making it bounce. âLook at it moveâ His chest against your back, gripping your hips tight so you wouldnât collapse.
His cock opening you inch by inch, trying to go deeper and harder, pinching your nipples so you couldnât help but moan for him.
The way he sat you on top of him, Ruggie perfectly level with your breasts, squeezing and massaging them while you dropped down on him again and again. Your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance so you could move faster and keep your clit rubbing constantly against him.
His dirty words in your ear when he felt your spongy walls tighten, knowing you were about to cum. âCâmon, pretty, cum for me. I want you screaming for meâ
Ruggieâs name on your lips when you cum hard, collapsing onto him, your nipples brushing his chest, already so sensitive and abused by his fingers and teeth; his reaction to having you squeeze him so tight, now moving you at his rhythm, fast and feral again.
âRuggie! I-Iâm sensitive!â him just moving you faster until you cum again, him chasing his own orgasm.
The moment Ruggie spilled outside, splattering your stomach with his seed. âI know youâve got more in you, sunshine. âCause Iâm nowhere near satisfiedâ
You groan, hiding your face behind the pillow, the fragments painfully vivid even with your eyes closed. âOh Seven⌠really?â
âYeah, pretty. And you were loud⌠pretty sure we didnât let anyone in the dorm sleep.â
That does not make it better!!
Ruggieâs now stretched on his back, arms behind his head, the picture of satisfaction. You canât help tracing his naked body with your eyes, every mark, every scratch, every hickey⌠drifting lower and lower, seeing the outline of his barely-awake cock under the sheets.
Ruggieâs eyes are up there, you know?
Your cheeks flush red and you look up at the ceiling, a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal settling in your stomach and between your legs.
Ruggie stretches a hand toward your face, a finger tapping your nose. âYou okay? No regrets?â
âI think⌠I think Iâm okay.â You look back at him. âJust⌠wow.â
His grin now shows nothing but fangs and he sits up until your noses touch. âJust wow? Guess Iâll have to try harder thenâ
You shove him with the pillow and he catches your wrist, pulling you until you end up half on top of him. âYou looked so happy last night, I wanna do it againâ
His lips find yours, slow, almost a brush. His hand slides up your arm until he pulls away the pillow that so shamelessly hides the beautiful sight of your breasts marked by him.
âAnd if youâre in the mood, maybe I can make breakfast too⌠but only if you pay me in kisses.â
You settle more comfortably over him, wrapping both arms around his neck. Your cunt perfectly positioned over his throbbing, hungry cock, eager to sink back into you.
âDeal, hyenaâ
Jack
Thereâs a strong, solid, enveloping heat pressing you from all sides, keeping your back glued to a body much larger than yours, two limbs holding you tightly, wrapping around your waist from both sides.
You open your eyes, confused, and notice those limbs are two arms, huge and muscular, hugging you and keeping you firmly trapped.
And on top of that⌠you also feel something furry and fluffy tickling your leg.
âŚYou lift the sheets.
It takes you a moment to register that: youâre naked, thereâs a silver tail over your leg, the sheets arenât yours, the bed isnât Ramshackleâs⌠it goes without saying the room isnât yours either.
Someoneâs warm, light breathing prickles the skin of your neck. You turn your head slightly and see silver strands, adorned with two relaxed ears, barely twitching with each breath.
Jack huffs softly against your hair, his chest vibrating with his deep breathing. You feel his nose brush your nape and, with a low growl, he pulls you even closer, pressing your ass against his hip.
You feel his cock, hard, throbbing and big, even half-asleep; you hold back a gasp, noticing that small tingle of pleasure mixed with curiosity and the faint suspicion that last night was wilder than you want to admit.
âJackâŚâ your pulse suddenly races, like youâre running a marathon.
And with this wolf behind you⌠naked, for the record⌠thereâs a very good chance you already ran that marathon.
You try to move slowly, but his arms tighten a little more, leaving small kisses along your nape.
Memories from the night before hit like lightning: the moment you leaned too heavily against his huge chest, your hands stroking up along his big arms, appreciating his muscles; his own hands pulling you even closer before pinning you against the wall.
His arms lifting you effortlesslyâyou weighing nothing to himâhis mouth devouring yours while he held you snug against his groin. In that position, lifted and pressed between two solid surfaces, he made you feel so small; your cunt already growing wet with anticipation.
You remember the damp heat of his mouth moving down your neck, his tongue heavy with desire, soft bites leaving marks he then kissed tenderly or soothed with his tongue. âDoes it hurt?â heâd whisper, and when you shook your head no, he dared to bite a little harder, growling when he felt you tremble beneath him.
The moment he laid you on your back on the bed, his knees between yours, his lips kissing every inch of your chest, licking, sucking your nipples until you were breathless.
His big, calloused hands exploring your body, opening your legs, sliding his fingers inside your more-than-wet pussy, opening you patiently but without hiding his desire, his palm right over your clit. Every time his fingers curled inside you, he stimulated that sensitive bundle at the same time.
His erection, heavy and throbbing, brushing your cunt, rubbing and letting your fluids wet him and make him harder; his tip rubbing your clit, ready to pull another orgasm from you without even being inside yet.
The way he arranged you on your side, lifting one leg and penetrating you slowly, filling you completely. Both your breathing ragged, mixed with gasps. His movements slow at first, sliding in and out, his hand holding your neck so he could bite you freely. âLet me mark you, let the whole world know youâre mineâ
When you rode him, his cock sinking deeper, the wetness of your pussy soaking his abdomen and your legs, letting him thrust into you more easily, your hands on his chest, nails digging into his skin. The strength of his arms guiding you up and down, trembling when he felt your walls tighten more and more, cumming with his cock buried deep inside.
The moment you felt him swell at the base inside you, the pressure of his knot beginning to form, Jack gripping your waist to keep you from moving. âIf you keep moving that good, Iâm gonna cum deep inside you,â you trembled in his hold, his knot stretching you much wider.
The moment you both cum together, him howling your name muffled into your neck, the heat of his seed filling you, his knot firmly seated, keeping every drop from leaving your cunt and preventing you from separating while your orgasm made you writhe from head to toe.
The way he pulled you to him, his knot still deep inside, but his hands soft and protective, stroking your hair and face while you came down from the wave of your climax.
You dare to turn a little more, your memories from last night fresh and very, very hot, when you see Jack open his eyes, still confused and sleepy; his voice rough and deep⌠if thatâs even possible.
âMorning, did you sleep well?â
âI think so⌠I canât really feel my body⌠except my head.â
A small smile slips from him, nervous but sincere. âDidnât mean to be rough last night.â His fingers trace the curve of your back. âBut⌠I couldnât stop touching you.â
A shiver runs down your spine, his fingertips along with the growing pressure against your ass. âI can tellâ
You hear a growl leave his throat, your back arching as you reach to touch his chest, his shoulders; Jack bites his lip when he feels you press even closer to him. âYouâre doing that on purposeâ
You laugh at the little self-control heâs battling to maintain⌠though it makes you squeeze your eyes shut at the sudden stab of your headache. His hands stroke your body slowly so the sudden pain fades a little.
Every brush, every caress, is loaded with that contained animal desire, which finally snaps when he kisses your neck again, hungrier and deeper. Soon, the bed creaks again beneath both your weights, the heat rising between your bodies.
In the morning, all that remains is the murmur of your name on his lips and his arms, steady and strong, settling you beneath him once more, while the sun keeps rising over the horizon.
Azul
For a moment, everything feels too and perfectly still, like a silent cocoon of warmth and luxury. The sheets feel incredibly soft and thereâs a scent in the air faintly like sea salt.
Okay⌠your dorm never smelled like sea salt and you never had sheets this soft.
You open your eyes, blinking slowly against a haze of early light slipping through elegant curtains.
Yep, definitely not Ramshackle.
And this is not your room, much less your bed.
From the dĂŠcor and the scent in the air⌠itâs obviously Octavinelle.
Your heart starts hammering, panic rising because you donât know what the hell youâre doing here, until you feel a weight shift beside you. You turn and see Azul sitting on the bed, already wearing his glasses, hair messy from sleep, reading what you assume are his latest contracts.
He turns his head when he notices you move and smiles at you, a little hesitant but very softâŚ
Damn, much softer than any smile heâs ever given a client or even his dormmates.
âAh, good morningâ His voice low and honeyed, surprisingly calm for a man who just woke up naked beside you.
Naked
Because yes, Azulâs torso is completely bare, free in all its glory, the sheet very low, too low, barely covering him from the waist down.
And your body is naked too
âGood morningâŚâ is all you manage to say, your voice completely shot, your throat sore.
Your memories come back in swirling flashes: you approaching Azul behind an improvised bar in the middle of the lounge, whispering things to him that obviously had nothing to do with the party and absolutely couldnât be repeated in broad daylight. His hands guiding you out of the lounge, leading you to his room and devouring your mouth like the hungriest man alive.
His slightly trembling hands stripping you piece by piece, caressing every part he uncovered; the way he adored every curve, the softness of your skin, his mouth lingering with unusual slowness over your chest, his attitude almost devout.
âYouâre so soft, so beautiful, itâs⌠you make me insatiableâ his tongue licking your nipple while the other was stroked and lightly twisted by his fingers. Your breasts were the main course for Azul, kissing, licking, biting, every inch of total interest to him.
Your hand in his hair when he moved down to your wet cunt, pulling him closer, asking, begging him to continue, to devour you like you deserved. âMore, Azul, please, keep goingâ The groan he let out reverberated against your clit, his fingers sliding in gently. Your wetness already staining the bed and his face, and like a proper gentleman he didnât stop until you cum with his face buried between your legs, his tongue cruel on your clit.
His eyes widening when he slided in for the first time, feeling your spongy walls squeeze him everywhere. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands on his back, pulling him toward you to kiss him and let him fucked you however he wanted: slow and deep, savoring every moan, or fast and hard, shouting his name as you cum.
âThatâs it, my love, keep going, let me hear how sweetly my siren singsâ His cock plunging into you again and again and again, his fluids mixing with yours, bringing you to the next orgasm with his thumb on your clit.
You blush hard, instinctively pulling the sheet up to cover your chest. Azulâs gaze is hungry and devout, but careful. âAre you alright? Are you sore, my siren?â
You open your mouth, only to catch sight of something strange and pink on the skin of your arms, round and vividly colored, like they were made with a lot of pressure and enthusiasm.
You lift your arms, the trail continuing over your chest, shoulders, even down your hips. Beneath the sheets itâs the sameâmore marks across your thighs. Perfectly scattered, forming a pattern.
The marks are shaped likeâŚ
Suction cups?
You look at Azul, whoâs gone red with both mortification and fascination. âUh⌠those are⌠yes, they are suction cups.â He brings a hand to his eyes, adjusting his glasses. âMy apologies, you were so soft that⌠I lost control a bit.â
You donât know whether to laugh or scream from adrenaline.
You choose the first.
A small gasp escapes you, followed by a soft laugh and then a more euphoric one, still not fully processing whatâs happening. âYou⌠you marked me? With⌠your⌠tentacles?â
HOLY SHIT!!!
More memories crash in like storm waves: Azul holding both your legs with two of his tentacles, spreading you at will, keeping you from closing them while he penetrated you with what you assume was his inseminator tentacle; both coiling over your thighs and squeezing lightly.
The cold, heavy pressure now around your arms, even your neck, as Azul increased the intensity, his tentacle sliding in and out, twisting inside you with inhuman speed. âYou look so delicious like this, so helpless, and so mineâ
His tongue returning to your breasts while his tentacle curled and explored your interior, tearing scream after scream from you that had to be muffled by another of his tentacles. At first just covering your mouth, but Azulâs gaze when he saw your lips wet from his limbs showed he wanted even more from you.
The wet limb sliding its tip over your mouth, playing with your tongue as if it were another tongue, until reaching your throat and twisting like the one inside your cunt. Both creating waves of pleasure and heat that made you convulse and cum.
âCan you bear it, my siren? I want you to feel what it is to be truly possessed,â the inhuman rhythm as he panted at your ear, his tentacles never stopping, even when you felt him spilled deep inside.
His smile as he watched you tremble, his torso pressed to your back, two tentacles wrapping your waist and keeping you still while he penetrated you again and again, thrusting with undulating movements, the tip of another limb playing with your clit, every contraction pushing your body further past its limit.
âI can give you a cream if you wish,â Azulâs voice cuts through your thoughts. âThough you will have to cover yourself quite well for the next few days.â
Still amazed and a bit stunned at what your body endured, you smile, because in the end⌠your body feels deliciously, painfully satisfied.
You roll onto your side, letting the sheet fall a little more. âIâll take the cream, but Iâm not covering up to my neck.â
âOh, no?â
âNoââ you cough, still feeling the soreness in your throat. âTheyâre proof the octopus fucked me pretty well.â
He swallows hard, the tips of his ears completely crimson, looking like they might explode.
âWell⌠if you put it that way⌠I canât help but accept that it was a⌠sublime night.â
10/10
âImpossible not to desire someone like youâ His gaze drifts down your breasts, your torso, biting his lip as if wanting to lift the sheet and lose himself between your legs again.
You lean closer, tugging his arm so he falls over you, his glasses crooked on his face. âImpossible not to want you eitherâ
âYou are dangerous, you know that? Now itâs going to be impossible for me to concentrate at the Mostroâ He kisses you long along the collarbone, his arms wrapping your waist, fingertips stroking your soft skin.
âOh, poor unfortunate soul~â
You let out a squeak when you feel Azul bite your shoulder.
Kalim
The bright, golden sun wakes you, your eyes opening heavily and almost closing again. Your head hurts like hell and youâre pretty sure that if you move too fast youâll end up terribly dizzy.
The room smells far too sweet, like coconut, but mixed with spice and turmeric, and the atmosphere is far too soft to be real.
The sheets are just as soft, a kind of silk only found in Arabic countries, accompanied by red and gold accents that definitely donât belong to your room.
Yeah⌠youâre in Scarabia.
You stretch and immediately freeze. You feel warmth, but not the kind of warmth from sheetsâthis is the warmth of another body pressed very close to yours, skin against skin.
And youâre naked andâŚ
OH GOD! The other person is too.
Kalimâs feet, tangled with yours, brush along your legs, waking slowly and pulling you even closer to him.
Your eyes meet his ruby ones and a smile spreads across his face, so radiant and gentle, and he nestles his head even closer to your neck, as if he wanted the two of you to fuse into one.
His hair is completely messy, his skin glowing, and he is absolutely, gloriously, not worried at all about the fact that neither of you is wearing clothes. His hand rests on your hip, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles on your skin.
âOh! Good morning, my love!â he smiles, his voice still a little rough with sleep. âHow is the most beautiful desert's flower feeling?â
âUmm, my head hurts a little.â
âAh! Thatâs not good, Iâll see if I can bring you something for the pain.â He barely gets up, the sheet sliding down his torso, leaving him in all his glory⌠and it keeps dropping.
And more⌠and more⌠and more⌠until he stands fully revealed before you, his cinnamon skin shining in the sunlight.
You make a small sound of surprise, half embarrassment, half delight.
Kalim, already out of bed, turns his back to you, letting you see thin red marks trailing from his shoulders down to his hip; the tattoos on his arms, combined with the shine of leftover sweat, make them look a bit more defined.
Wait⌠leftover sweat⌠both of you nakedâŚ
âKalim?â
âHmm?â
âDid weâŚ? Did we sleep together?â
Kalim moves back toward the bed, kneeling so his face is level with yours. âYes, my love! We were together all night!â His eyes now show a hint of concern. âYou donât remember?â
You blush instantly, memories from last night flickering behind your eyes: Kalim pulling you onto the dance floor, laughing so much he almost dropped you, but his handsâalways soft and steadyâkeeping you close; every spin among waves of color and music making you dizzy with happiness. A stolen kiss in the middle of a turn, then another, and another⌠until his lips never left yours while he pinned you against a wall to devour you properly.
âLet me show you how much I desire youâ he whispered in your ear once you were naked in his bed, his mouth returning to yours but not staying long; his need now to roam your burning skin while his hand wandered over your stomach until reaching your thighs.
His tongue passing over the hollow of your neck, along the side of your breast, licking one nipple with calm devotion, using your moan to slide a finger along your wet folds, discovering step by step what made you moan more sweetly, what made you arch or beg for more, before even pushing inside or circling your clit.
The warmth of his body in sync with yours, watching how much you enjoyed everything he gave you; you were the most beautiful and exquisite sight he had ever seen. âCome on, qalbi, let go for me, I want to see you tremble with pleasureâ
The moment he sat you on top of him, wanting to see your face when he slided in, his hands roaming your body, from your shoulders to your thighs, massaging the softness of your abdomen and the roundness of your breasts. He let you control the rhythm, biting his lip as he watched your body bounce and move over him.
âHow beautiful you are⌠I want to see you like this every dayâ Kalimâs moans and gasps echoed in the room, his head thrown back, feeling your walls tighten every time you sank his cock deep inside.
The wind raising goosebumps on your skin when he held you against the columns of his window, letting the moonlight outline your figure, a drop of sweat shining as it slid between your breasts and Kalim licking it away; his hands holding your ass while his hips struck as he thrust into you again and again and again.
You remember the moment he cummed inside you, the warmth of his semen filling you, his mouth releasing the sweetest, wildest groan youâd ever heard. Your own orgasm followed soon after thanks to his skilled thumb and his fervent need to see you cum with his cock still inside.
Even after heâd finished and you were both breathless, Kalim didnât want to leave your warmth, moving his hips slightly just so youâd feel him hardening again inside your walls. âIâm not satisfied yet, qalbi, I want more of youâ
Both of you in bed, sweaty and panting; Kalim kissing your hands, your stomach, collecting with his fingers the mess sliding from your cunt, staining the expensive sheets, and bringing it to his mouth, looking straight at you as he tasted it.
The heat between your thighs intensifies when Kalim kisses your forehead, realizing youâre getting lost in the indecent memories. âDid I exhaust you?â
âI...I guess...a little, yes.â
âStay right here, Iâll be back.â
You watch him grab a pair of boxers from the floor and barely pull some pants on before leaving the room. After a little while, he comes back carrying a glass of fruity liquid and something for your headache.
Oh gods, what a sweetheart
Little by little your pain fades and you can melt even deeper into the soft bed; your heart flutters when Kalim lies back down, pulling you close and hugging you as if afraid you might disappear at any moment.
What a pleasant momentâŚ
Your stomach tightens when his hand slides along your inner thigh. âKalimââ
âYouâre so beautiful when youâre nervous, look at you, all flushed! I want you to relax even more, qalbi.â
Before you can answer, his fingers are already brushing your sensitive cunt; you gasp, your hips arching unconsciously.
Kalimâs lips curve into a mischievous, charming smile. âYouâre still wet? Did you miss me, my love?â
He kisses you slowly and deeply, his fingers never stopping their soft circles before sliding into your cunt again. You melt feeling him in the morning light, pleasure right at the surface.
Your fingers run through the white strands of his hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, Kalim moans against your mouth and you answer by biting his lower lip.
The whole room seems to turn golden as the two of you lose yourselves in each other again, tangled in the sheets.
Epel
The sweet, fresh smell of apples fills the air, mixed with the warm fragrance of clean sheets and some natural, expensive undertones⌠You donât even need to open your eyes to know youâre not in your cold, poorly kept dorm.
The second thing you allow yourself to feel is your dry mouth, your head pounding from every possible angle.
And the third is the brush of a naked leg against your thigh, and uneven breathing behind your neck.
You open your eyes slowly, blinking at the damn light slipping through the light, characteristically expensive Pomefiore curtains, and turn your head. Epel is asleep on his stomach, one hand in his tangled hair; his leg so shamelessly stretched to rest between your bare thighs.
AHHHHHHH BARE!!
Your whole body is naked and if you look at Epelâs body againâespecially his chest rising and falling in a quiet breathâyouâll see heâs naked too.
You also notice thin scratched lines, suspiciously like the kind made by nails, and a fairly large purplish hickey in the hollow between his shoulder and neck.
SHIT⌠Vil is going to kill me
âFuckâŚâ
It was just a tiny groan, nothing loud, but enough to wake the lavender-haired boy. He opens one eye, and when he sees you looking at him, he jolts, a mix of embarrassment and shock.
âHOLY SHIT!â
Okay, his came out louder.
You both stare at each other, him trying to cover his modesty with the blanket already sprawled across the bed, his face completely red up to his ears; meanwhile, youâre processing the disaster.
âSo⌠we⌠we did a⌠thing⌠right?â
âUh⌠I guess? I remember⌠a couple thingsâŚâ
Slowly, and with your head still throbbing, the memories return in flashes: the exact moment Epel, already heated by alcohol and excitement, caught you in his arms in the middle of the party, not caring who was watching, and pulled you tight against him, devouring your mouth right on the dance floor.
His audacity dragging you outside the lounge, not giving a damn that Vil was watching from the other end and shouting that âthatâs no way to treat a ladyâ; Epel simply flipping him off while still kissing you and sliding his hand onto your ass, even sneaking it under your pants to pull you closer.
âIâm not stopping, I want you all to myself, now,â the way he slammed you against the wall the second you reached his room, stripping your clothes with trembling hands but completely sure of what he wanted. The desire to have you naked and screaming for him so everyone in the dorm would hear who was fucking you so good.
His hands squeezing and marking with desperate urgency, wanting to feel you arch and tremble under him; his nails scraping your thighs while he spread your legs without asking, his fingers sliding between your cunt.
His digits, at first two, then three, moving in and out with such obscene ease that even the small wet sounds from you didnât improve your pathetic situation; and on top of that making a mess on the floor with your fluids running down your legs and splashing the carpet.
You remember when he grabbed your waist and spun you suddenly, pressing you face-first to the wall with your ass perfectly positioned for him, his cock entering your cunt in a first thrust that tore a raw, overflowing moan from you.
âThatâs it, my häschen, moan louder, let the whole dorm hear youâ he fucked you in a frantic rhythm, both hands gripping your hips so hard they left finger marks on your skin, pulling you back into him so his cock disappeared into your wet, spongy walls.
The warmth of his chest against your back when he leaned in to grab one of your breasts and squeeze it, pinching your nipple between his fingers. His pants at your ear, his teeth leaving marks on your shoulder and neck.
The moment your walls tightened harder around him, your orgasm coming, and that same hand dropping to your clit, making fast, merciless circles to push you over quicker. âYes! Yes, Epel⌠fuck! Donâtâdonât stopâ
The cry of pleasure on your lips when you cum, Epel still buried deep inside you; his thrusts didnât stop, he kept going to the limit, making you shake and beg. âGods! Sevens⌠Epel, give me a sec! I need a secââ
âNo, no, no, beautiful, Iâm gonna make you cum again, give me everything, häschen,â his own voice turning rougher and wilder as he fucked you harder and faster.
The way he fucked you not just against the wall but also on the floor, his cock sliding even deeper when he lifted your legs to place them over his shoulders. His pelvis deliciously brushing your sensitive clit.
Epel holding your hips open while the heat of his semen spilled inside your cunt, his teeth biting your shoulder, and in a spasm, your breast.
You return to this morning, Epel avoiding your eyes and curling himself into a small bundle in the sheets. âAt least I wasnât a disaster, right?â
âN-no!! No, you wereâŚâ
Great? Amazing? Way bolder than I thought?
âYeah...yeah you were really boldâŚâ
ââŚthatâs good, or bad?â
âItâs good, Epel!â
The moment is a bit awkward, but sincere and sweet and thatâs all that matters.
âOkay, okay, I think I can come out of this victoriousâ
Thatâs the spirit
You settle against his shoulder, grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around both of you. Itâs warm and he is too; maybe this calm is exactly what you need for your terrible headache.
Though thereâs one small problem left to solve.
âOH SHIT!! VIL IS GOING TO KILL ME WHEN HE SEES ME.â
Yup⌠that little problem.
And letâs be honest, you took the night to âruinâ Epelâs image too with the scratches and the hickey.
Good luck.
Sebek
The first sound you hear when you wake isnât birds or the sun coming through the window. Itâs a crash: a low, guttural groan mixed with the creak of the bed, followed by a snort so loud even the pillow trembles.
You feel the sheet tangled around your waist, your body sticky with sweat, your hair a mess, and a huge hand gripping your thigh so tightly itâs like it wants to hold you forever.
You open your eyes, trying to focus through the sunlight slipping past the curtains into a room⌠far too darkâŚ
And...gothic? Very refined, actually.
You look down, the sheets just as dark, the structural wood of the bed dark too⌠itâs like being inside a gothic and rather expensive dream.
Ah, and by the way your torso is bare, the sheets only covering your legsâŚ
And yep, underneath those youâre naked too.
You cover your chest, noticing finger marks, bites, burning skin, and swollen lips (and a bit dry).
You turn your head and see Sebek, eyes wide as saucers, his chest bare too, skin dotted with bites and scratches that who knows where they came from.
Spoiler alert: it was your own nails, during a moment so out of control and pleasurable, that created such a masterpiece.
âAH!â he shouts, voice loud and raw. âW-whatâŚ?â
His morning-rough voice comes out with some alarm⌠only to end in a small howl of pure embarrassment.
You try to speak, but only a hoarse sigh comes out. Your head throbs, your body burns, and your groin pulses and tingles.
Holy⌠shitâŚ
The silence lasts barely a second before Sebek starts unleashing a torrent of rushed words, practically yelling, red to the roots of his electric-green hair.
A green so intense it hurts to look at right now with this massive headache.
âI-it is not proper for a gentleman! I have committed an unforgivable error! Miss, I swear by the Great Lord Malleus that I would neverâŚ!â
âFUCK⌠DONâT SHOUT SO LOUD!! MY HEAD IS SPLITTING!â
Absolute silence when you bring your hands to your temples, trying to ease the pain by pressing them.
Silence⌠silence⌠only silence is needed.
Your memory returns in flashes: you remember pulling Sebek to dance, even if only for a few minutes⌠or a few songs?⌠in the middle of the improvised dance floor, though honestly⌠you werenât expecting to dance with him, but to feel his big, strong, calloused hands hold your hips while you whispered things to him (things you definitely canât say out loud), watching him blush.
The moment Sebek, also weakened by the alcohol, lifted you into his arms without any care, as if you weighed no more than a feather. His heavy, loud breathing at your neck while he kissed you, his long, powerful strides taking you out of the lounge and into the darkness of his room.
âI cannot stop, this is not the conduct of an honorable knight⌠but I desire you too much,â those same hands roaming every part of your body almost desperately, squeezing, scratching, leaving red marks on your thighs and sides, unable to measure his strength.
The moment you took his hands and placed them on your breasts, teaching him how to touch you, how to make you arch and moan and gasp under his touch, Sebek learning like a proper knight and like the lover he wanted to be for his sweet maiden, feeling your warmth beneath his fingertips.
The same happened when you guided his hand to your stomach, sliding it slowly so he could feel you tremble when his fingers found your clit. âYou need to do it slowly first, feel how I get wet when you touch me like thatâ Slowly, learning, feeling his fingers grow slick while he brushed your wet folds uncertainly.
You remember his clumsy but very hungry mouth moving down your breasts, biting your nipple until you moaned and kissing the mark when he released it, then doing the same to the other.
The moment you sat astride him, positioning your wet cunt over his already painfully hard, needy cock. Your hand sliding down his broad chest, over his stomach, which tensed when he felt your nails scrape his skin; the warmth of your hand when you wrapped it around his cock and stroked him.
His eyes barely open as you moved your hand up and down over him, watching shamelessly as he melted beneath you, barely holding back before finishing in your hand.
The moment you rode him, at first slowly, your nails digging into his chest, Sebekâs muscles tense and his mouth open, moaning louder than you thought possible. âOh, seven⌠moreâdonât stop! Please, donât stop!â
The wild rhythm of your hips slamming against his, both bodies colliding hard, the mattress squealing; your drops so rough you could feel him deep inside, his cock deliciously opening you, your own body seeking to feel more and more of him.
Sweat running down his neck, so perfect shining in the dim light of the room, that you couldnât help but lean down and run your tongue over his skin, your clit brushing his stomach, your breasts pressing against his chest. The new angle letting him go deeper and pound your sensitive spot.
âI donât⌠I donât think I can hold on much longer!â and that was the last thing he said before grabbing your hips and moving you at a speed you never could have reached on your own.
The moment you both cum at the same time, so strong and explosive that you simply collapsed on top of him, your clit throbbing against his stomach; Sebek trembling as he spilled inside you, his semen slipping from your entrance down your legs, a nearly beastlike groan and his whole body shaking with pure pleasure.
âWe did something⌠inappropriate⌠didnât we?â Sebekâs low, defeated and astonished voice breaks through your indecent memories.
You donât know whether to laugh, cry, or hide your face again.
âY-yeah⌠uh⌠yeah, we didâ
Keep your breathing steady, your head doesnât hurt as much now, but anything you say could ruin the morning.
âBut⌠I donât think it was inappropriateâ
He stays silent, swallowing. He searches your eyes for any hint of insecurity or regret⌠and he thinks he finds none.
âWas it⌠something good? Did I hurt you at any point?â
The unexpected tenderness hits your chest; you take his hand and your fingers squeeze his tightly. âYou didnât hurt me at all⌠it was just⌠intense.â
âIntense?â
âMhm⌠you left me shaking.â
You see him relax a little⌠juuust a little, still unable to believe what he just lived through.
Putting the drama aside⌠it was the best fuck either of you ever had in your lives⌠and you were his first time.
Congratulations!!
Now get out of the room and figure out how to explain to the whole dorm Sebekâs very uncommon and very not-family-friendly screams.
