(hopefully im not late i was putting away groceries lol-)
Truly, holding a candle for the Warrior of Light was a test of self control. Given what he'd read regarding the various adventures and connections WoL had experienced prior to him forming the Crystarium, he'd known that he was not the only one holding a torch for the vaulted hero. Haurchefant, Aymeric, so on and so forth - he was one of many. Even when his feelings had been reciprocated, G'raha understood WoL was a target of the affection of many. But it was different when he was witnessed said affections day in and day out! Aymeric sending another invitation for dinner, a wink from Thancred, a poetic line from Urianger, Estinien doing something heroic before leaping away to avoid speaking on it further - even a clumsy flirtation in another language from Hancock! G'raha knows he's one of many, but try not to forget him among your sea of would-be suitors, okay..? (lime)
A century of life and yet G'raha found himself fidgeting like an adolscent.
The anxious swish of his tail, the stiff rigidity of his ears, the twitch of his fingers, all while he watched you bid farewell to an especially flustered-looking Koana, a meeting of goodwill now concluded. To maintain his own inner peace, he just minded that perhaps his green bespectacled counterpart's red cravat was a bit tighter than usual today rather than be caused by more amorous intentions.
And yet, the moment you appeared before him, your demeanor chipper, instinct won over experience.
His hand shot out first, his words in close pursuit.
"A thousand and more apologies for this shameless display. However--!"
He spoke in a rush, hurried by lovelorn affection, matched by the way his arms moved to circle around you in a tight embrace.
Your neck served as the perfect spot for him to bury his face in, heat blooming across his cheeks far more than the humid heat of Tural could cause, all as he confessed,
"--could you indulge my greed and allow me to be the only one who holds your attention, my dear?"
“Had fun with your friends, little princess?” He cornered you just out of the Scions’ line of sight, and earshot, or so you hoped. The dangerous proximity to those who would try to stop him hadn’t deterred Fandaniel at all; in fact, it seemed to further ignite the Emerald spark in his eyes, and the fire in his loins, as he drilled his cock into you feverishly and marked your neck with his teeth.
“Fly to the farthest stars if you wish, little bird, but never forget – So long as our miserable existence persists, you belong solely to me. ♡”
"If only they can see their valiant hero mewling so desperately at the hands of such a nefarious villain."
There was to be no peace in Dawn's Respite.
A push at the door from would give way to the sordid entanglement transpiring upon one of the nursing beds.
The salacious slapping of skin, creak of the mattress, whines swallowed back in a futile attempt of silence.
As you knew fully well, Fandaniel would give you no peace.
Instead, he would keep you pinned beneath him, subjected to the relentless barrage of his hips slamming down against yours, making sure that your core was stuffed to the brim with his cock.
When he wasn't staking his claim on your skin by the canines of his teeth, he was busy raving about, a hand laid over his sighing face in dramatized despair.
"I'm torn, my princess, I'm torn. I'd be so joyed to be open with our condemned affair to your dearest comrades! But on the other hand--"
Overexaggerated agony switched to burning, brilliant mania as quickly as his hand seized hold of your chin.
Maintaining his exuberance, he chimed out, "I will burn this world tenfold if they ever get to see this preciously debauched expression of yours."
As he continued to speak, his thumb swiped over your bottom lip, to which he could feel the flames of his envy temper upon seeing your mouth part open ever so in obedience, an invitation for him to plunge his finger inside.
Which he gladly accepted of course.
That didn't mean he was going to ease up the pace of his thrusts though.
Continuing to pound away into your sopping core, savoring the wet warmth of your tongue around his thumb, Fandaniel blissfully sighed out, "As I will happily remind you now and for all eternity, every bit of you is mine and I'll make my claim over and over and over ♡"
Once upon a time, you ventured into the woods, and found a handsome yet monstrous half-draconic man by the name of Thancred in a grove of beautiful white roses. He tells you that there’s a curse on him; he used to be human until he was kidnapped and cursed to serve the Dark Fae Lord Lahabrea. And the only way to break the curse is to endure a rigorous breeding session with him without letting go the entire time… (Fatebreaker monsterfucking, rough, mating press, breeding)
"When I'm properly freed, I promise to make it up to you--I was and am quite the charmer, you know!"
Those words were said to you with sincerity. A bit bashful--rather embarrassed to even approach you with quite the heavy ask.
But most of all, he wanted to make sure that his humanity (or at least whatever was still left) was conveyed.
Because Thancred knew once you began to ease his long-harbored burden, his actions towards you would eclipse anything of his mortal self.
It had been so long, too long since he was afflicted with the curse by that godsdamned Lahabrea that turned him into this wicked beast. Far were the days of charming and bedding beauties across the land--instead, he was to haunt the forest as its condemned phantom: the Fatebreaker.
So the very moment that his coarse grey fingers were able to touch your bare skin, any sense of willpower, any shred of restraint, all eviscerated in an instant.
Upon the very field of white roses where the two of you had your fateful encounter, he was as selfish and as primal as could be.
Clawed fingers groped at your breasts, hard hips barreled against your own, parched lips sought succor from yours, thick cock stuffed your sopping core full.
Ivory petals were scattered across the ground, stained even further by the splash of his sticky seed with every load he pumped into you, your legs kept spread wide and up in the air while he persisted on and on with pounding into you relentlessly, driven further by a base need to make you his.
Besides, once he had his humanity restored and he was freed from this blighted forest, he looked forward to fathering more children with you.
Once upon a time, there was a princess who was married to a prince. Neither of them were happy with this arrangement at first – The princess had a healthy sense of humor and would spend much of her time being entertained by her beloved court jester, as she found the prince, who was a man of very few words, awfully dull; meanwhile, the prince had little care for his royal duties and preferred the company of rivaling warriors than that of his new wife.
So miserable together were they, that they were unwilling to even share the same bed.
Still, the princess had no regrets, for as funny as she found her jester’s antics during the day, she enjoyed his company much more during the night. (love bites/marking, breeding, creampie)
"How amusing you are, princess~ Near the beloved prince of bloodstained gold, those darling lips of yours seem to be fixed in a frown."
Tracing his gloved thumb along your mouth, Fandaniel continued his observation with a chuckle, his dark eyes gleaming with their usual mischievousness just moments before seizing hold of your chin.
"However--"
At that single word, his hips slammed down onto yours, eliciting a divine cry from you that almost made him spill his seed into your core immediately.
Though, it wouldn't have been the first within this particular night, as evidenced by how much of his cum had pooled beneath you upon your mattress--that which had only seen the presence of the two of you, certainly never that of your so-called betrothed. If you weren't set to bear his children after this, he would be quite surprised.
But it would just give him even more reasons to keep you locked away in your room, your attention and your body for him to seize hold of and possess.
Grinning with wicked glee at the thought, he only intensified the tempo of his thrusts, fueled forward by the obscene noise of his skin slapping against yours.
As he watched your expression contort with pleasure--so unbecoming of someone of your elevated status--he licked his lips as he ranted further with,
"--near me and me alone, they are the most expressive! Whether precious laughter spills forth or as they part wantonly, shamelessly in sweet desperation, you spoil me with your emotions!"
Feeling your walls squeeze around his cock in response, he grinned from ear to ear, right as his eyes fell by your neck. Though your skin was already marred in red by how many marks his teeth had already left, you weren't vandalized enough in his perspective.
Bending forward, he readied to sink his teeth into your neck once more, but not before declaring,
"So come now, come for me, princess--allow this humble jester to turn your frown upside down!"
I'll be bold and send this off anon! >:3 How about "300 years is a long time to make up for!!! How far will G'raha go?!!" Tags: marathon sex, piledriving (bonus optional tag: gay)
"You'll have to pardon me for my elation, my love. With how long it's been--away from you no less--gods, may we never be separated ever again!"
Upon his last gasped word, G'raha shuddered as his hands reinforced their grip on the back of your thighs, squeezing and keeping them spread wide apart while he proceeded on with hammering his cock deeply into your hole.
He stayed hunched above you, serving as the perfect anchor to keep you pinned to the floor upon your back. You happily maintained your position, your body's flexibility tested while it was made to bend beneath him.
With his hot sticky cum continuing to flood inside of you with every orgasm or trickle out and stream down along your ass before cascading down to the floor below, what was guaranteed was that this reunion wasn't going to be ending anytime soon.
Once upon a time, after tumbling through a gate to the past, you found yourself surrounded by a civilization of giants. Everything and everyone so far exceeded your size that you were left completely defenseless. Luckily for you, the young giant who spotted you, Themis, couldn't turn a blind eye to your plight. Whisked away into the palm of his hand, you were taken to your new home. Everything you ever needed thus far was provided selflessly-- but you can't help but worry over this new one. 1/2
Despite only being the size of his thumb, perhaps you and your new love could find some creative ways to meet this new need of yours? (Micro/Macro, teasing, man handling, orgasm denial, questionable breeding kink) 2/2
Was this mere curiosity or a clawing infatuation?
It was a question that had lingered in Themis's mind as of late, having taken root the moment his hand had extended forward, his fingertips curling in a welcoming beckon as he had you--no bigger than a doll --approach and sit right upon his palm.
While this initial gesture, this proposal to offer you sanctuary in this era lost to the ages, was pure in its intention, what was currently transpiring with you was anything but.
In the time since your first meeting, Themis found joy in getting to know and understand you better.
And certainly, he was still gaining deeper insight into your personality, your likes and such, but as he continued to observe with focused eyes and a slack jaw, he was quickly becoming familiar with what pleasures you most.
Your clothes having been discarded--thanks to his offered if not eager assistance--he continued to gain hands-on experience with your delights as his fingers proceeded on with roaming over your nude body.
By your permission, he touched you as he pleased, gingerly prodding over your breasts with his thumb, delicately brushing his knuckle right in-between your thighs, testing how much teasing you could endure until you were begging for more, all while savoring the slickness that greeted his skin along with the whines of his name from your lips.
Though he carried on his ministrations with refined composure, he could feel his self-restraint tested at its most intense when he initially brought the back of his hand towards his lips to lick it clean, only to hear your whimpered plea for more.
Upon obliging, he felt his breath catch as he watched you immediately latch around his middle finger, your arms and legs hugging around it while you proceeded to grind your sopping core against him for some highly sought-after friction.
His mind raced, his heart fluttered from your wanton display as he felt desire seize and claw at its very form.
This neediness was meant for him and him alone.
Was it not right, correct even to claim you as thoroughly as he could?
The thought of your form--always so preciously petite within his hands--grown heavy and round with his child.
A dizzyingly hot blush bloomed across his pale cheeks as he felt his cock ache and throb harshly beneath the heavy smooth fabric of his robes.
Would coating you with his seed be enough? Perhaps having you grind your core along the leaking tip of his dick even.
Or just simply having either of you match sizes before having your way with one another--though he felt torn, greedy even at wanting to try both in needy pursuit of having your body on his, to fully savor your warmth against his bare skin.
Regardless of forms, means of touching--whatever it was, as long as it was you, he was happy to indulge.
It was a foreign feeling, one that he never expected to feel, especially with such a precious, wondrous little thing such as yourself.
A smile soon tugged on his pink lips, his blue eyes twinkling as he mused out loud, "Ah, how clearly I understand things now."
At your curiosity, he chuckled gently, opting to instead bend his head forward, bringing his lips to kiss upon your nude form with loving devotion.
Once upon a time, you - a somewhat spoiled princess of the Kingdom of Alexandria - lost an important gem passed down by your ancestor when it fell out of your dress pockets and into the bottom of a nearby lake. Though distraught, you're thankful when the...odd bunny-frog man that calls the lake his current home offers his assistance. For the price of your companionship, he clarifies with a jovial smile and a wink, but surely he just wants to spend time with someone after being out here on his own. Right? (stand+carry + marathon sex + creampie) (up to you if hes a cursed prince or if hes just Like That)
"Ahh, my dearest swan, how I've been waiting for someone to pas de deux with! When you've been cursed to be confined to a lake for so long, I've nearly forgotten what splendid dances there are besides aquatic ballet!"
The energy of this man was simply unparalleled.
Joyously chattering away as though he hadn't just recently swam down to the depths of the lake and back at top speed--his Viera features shifting to that of something much more amphibious--, you wondered just where on earth that the prince formerly known as Green had developed such an ungodly stamina.
Especially since you were currently at its utter mercy.
Amidst Green's eager rambling and the gentle ripples of the lake's water was the slick, indecent sound of flesh striking against flesh. With his lips stretched in a broad and toothy smile, he happily held you up his arms as he continued to pound his cock into your sopping core at a vigorous tempo, his hands groping and fondling your ass while he happily flooded you full with the hot, sticky reserves of his seed.
Your senses overwhelmed with pleasure, your body aflame by the close friction shared with his, you were compelled to latch around him, your arms embracing his neck, your legs hugging his waist.
"Oh to stand fully on land--what a relief to know that I've still got my rhythm!"
To think that just earlier in the day, you were gazing at him curiously as he offered his preferred means of compensation in return for retrieving your gem.
That very same precious gem which had overseen generations of rule across Alexandria's history--hell, probably must have touched his hands from around his era at some point--was now discarded atop where your royal garb was strewn across the lakeshore, having been hastily stripped away by the now former Lord of the Lake in his fervor to feel the warmth of your body against his.
And now, with the day having been lost to him happily partaking in his royal reward in the many hours since, you could only whine and shudder as you found yourself dragged to the peak of orgasm once more.
Though he initially groaned with ecstasy at feeling your walls tighten and clamp down on his cock, Green was soon laughing aloud as he felt a slight slack in your arms as you slumped ever so against him.
"Ah, ah, what's this? Already so labored and tired, princess? Has castle life really been that indulgent?"
Reinforcing his grip on your body, he trailed his smirking lips upon your face as he hummed with a wink,
"Not that it's a problem. I'll be more than happy to teach you how to hop to it."
He emphasized his point with another thrust, eyes sparkling at your pleasured whine,
"HythlodAeuSMR: my boyfriend appears in my dreams and teases me from beyond the grave!" Tags: gentle dom, praise/dirty talk, wet dream, nipple stimulation
“Seeing you toss and turn like this—how could I ever resist from lending a hand?”
Hythlodaeus’s words were gentle and light as he spoke, a teasing inflection on each syllable.
This matched the current movements of his fingers.
“Or in this case, both of them~”
It felt too good to be true but as you basked in the ethereal warmth that currently embraced you from behind, you did not dare to question.
Rather, you merely fell further back against the chest of your eternal beloved while the two of you were huddled close together upon your bed. While he was still dressed in the thick and sweeping fabric of his black robes, he had long since stripped you bare from your sleeping attire.
The same soft, nimble fingers that undressed your body were now traveling across your skin thoroughly, seeking your satisfaction first, quenching his desire to indulge in the touch of your flesh after being apart second.
One palm cupped and fondled your chest, squeezing in tandem to the pinch of his fingertips on your nipples. His other hand was nestled right between your thighs, his fingers fluidly plunging in and out of your velvety depths with ease, all the while you squirmed and writhed against him in pleasure.
A satisfied hum escaped him upon hearing an especially sweet moan from your mouth. He then brought his lips to the base of your neck, slowly leaving a trail of kisses.
“You’re as precious as ever, my love. Promise me that you’ll be good and go to sleep once I finish making making a mess of this drooling, greedy little spot of yours.”
His teeth latched onto a particular spot on your neck before biting in just enough to leave an impression. He couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear at the breathless “Y-Yes Hythlodaeus!” you let out while arching your back against his hands.
Pleased, Hythlodaeus left kiss after kiss upon the red mark that soon formed on your skin.
His voice laced with love for you as always, he remarked,
“Even when we’re apart, you’re still so well behaved, my love. I’ll gladly spend all night lulling you back to sleep, so prepare yourself, okay? ♡”
