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#⃝ 𝓦ARNINGS ◦ ₊ㅤ ㅤ﹙ smut p i v sex varka’s huge mentions of breeding reader’s body allows tummy bulges unprotected sex varka’s mean & teases you this mf knows exactly what he’s doing 2 u finger sucking mentions of cunnilingus reader is his wife slight dumbification
໒ִ 𓈒ིྀ ˚ ℳINA'S 𝓝OTES ⫽ ୧ྀ ─ I’m writing this before I go to bed after studying and reciting ⁺ ノ masterlist ◦ ₊
VARKA’s cock pulsed deep inside your pussy, your half lidded, pleasure-drunk eyes meeting his teasing ones.
“You feel me deeeep inside you, yeah?” He spoke in a low deep hum, kneeling on the bed before you, his hips pressed against yours. The room felt hot, sweaty, walls too thin for what you two were doing. Mondstadt saw him as the grandmaster, smiling, perfect, and a little empty headed at times. You were the one who saw past the outer shell, who got to experience him at his most depraved state.
His favourite state; being balls deep in his wife.
You hummed softly in response, naked and sweaty beneath him. Your thighs were aching from the past 20 minutes of “foreplay” which he loves so much. Burying his face between your thighs while striking his cock but edging himself so that he could finish inside your warm, sweet hole.
“I’m not letting any of it go to waste, m’kay?” He had told you, before filling you up repeatedly with his sticky white seed.
His hand shifted from your thigh, warmth spreading to your tummy when his large hand pressed down gently. Eliciting a soft moan from you, your hands clawing into the silk sheets, curling your toes and squirming. As if you weren’t already on edge. “Mmm… s-stoppp.. don’t press there,” you whined, left eye closed from the twitching pleasure.
“No?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking, before lifting his hand obediently and staring at your abdomen. “S’hard not to… can see my cock bulging from inside your cute belly,” he hummed lowly, hips slowly pulling back.
It’s almost like you could feel what he was about to do, already watching your back and holding on a breath. His hips slamming forward, knocking the air out of you, a loud moan passing unfiltered through your soft lips. “Fuck… you sound good with me in you, you look incredibly good with me inside you, you smell so good when I’m in you… wanna marry me, doll?” He breathed out, his hand moving from above your abdomen to grab your chin.
“We’re already marriedddd.. stop talking and just fuck me..”
He chuckled, moving to push his index and middle finger into your mouth. “Don’t even need to ask twice…” he grinned, eyes half lidded with blissful pleasure. He blinked, watching you instinctively suck on his fingers with muffled soft moans, before he pulled his hand back, pushing your thighs down against your chest again. Lifting his hips, and slamming back into your again.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
Your breathing had quickened, your head lolling to the side, moaning out loud between every thrust. The room was loud and lewd. A fwop here and a shlorp there. “A-ah.. ah… mmh..!” You moaned out for him, mouth agape, eyes squeezed shut. While he was groaning shamelessly and moving his hips with a desperate pace.
“F-fuck yeah… you love this, don’t you?” He chuckled between his own gasps at your mindless nodding, “love being fucked dumb by me,” he punctuated dumb with a sharper thrust, pressing the gummy head of his cock against your cervix. Before focusing on the quicker, more shallow thrusts.
His pace quickened when he felt the tingle at the back of his spine, that euphoric sensation buzzing through him, before he stuttered and slammed against your hips for the last time.
Cum spurted from the tip of his cock, painting your walls in his warm white seed again. Filling you up for the nth time that night. His body blanketing yours in a warm hug, kissing the tension and stress away on your face. “Y-yeah.. just… a little more, angel..” he breathed out, muscles tightened and sweating all over. Nose nudging against your cheek.
“Just… a few more rounds, I need to see your tummy all big, whether that be from our babies… or just that cute bulge from my dick.”
you still remember that day at training, where varka's muscles flexed under his clothes, and the way his veiny hand pulsed around the wolf's gravestone.
and yet, here you were, in the flagship, literally getting railed by varka. who knew this would happen just a week later??
even as he's railing into you, you keep staring back. staring at his meaty biceps and veiny hands, just wishing the archons you would get crushed by them.
that memory of him in the training ground, his muscle straining against his shirt, just made your cunt pulse around him even more.
a particular sharp thrust snapped you out of your thoughts as varka groaned and threw his head back, your eyes rolling back at the same time.
your eyes kept returning to the same spot, no matter how many times he makes your eyes roll back.
and he noticed.
he leans down, face level with you. "yr' staring, baby. somethin' wrong?" his thrusts slow down, and he's ready to hear you out everytime.
"i..." you hesitate. you know he doesn't make you feel embarrassed, yet it feels so different to say it out loud.
"i want you to... i want you to put me in a headlock.."
"oh? what was that?"
you know hes teasing. but fuck, you just want him to crush you at this point.
"i said- i want you to put me in- a headlock." you say, in between shallow breaths.
"mmhhm. is that so, pup?"
"yes. yes please." you were quite literally shameless. you said and did everything you could to get what you wanted.
"please what, baby?"
"please sir. i need you."
"atta girl."
he leaned back over your body to his original position, his palm slowly sliding from your hip to the dip of your waist, then finally towards your neck.
you could finally feel his hand through your hazy vision, and your cunt fluttered in anticipation.
his forearm brushed roughly against your cheek, hot and flushed. then, it settled around your neck, his wrist resting on your shoulder. he pulled your body up gently, using just his forearm to lift you.
"...like this, love?"
your pussy speaks before you can, a soft moan tumbling out of your lips, and you wrap your hand around his bicep, finding balance. "yes- yeahh... like this!" his cock is pressing against a new spot now, which makes you chase your release faster.
your head felt so heavy, and so did your body. but all you could care about was the fact that you were getting fucked by the hottest man you've ever laid eyes on.
then, your release hits - you cry out, your body twitching as your orgasm washes over you. you squeeze varka's bicep, which in turn makes him squeeze it around your neck slightly tighter.
"mmhm, there we go, atta girl." your cunt pulsed at that nickname.
men who are so cocky about their dick game. he tells his friends he can fuck whoever he wants, whenever he wants and they'd be all over him for another round! no statement can be proven true without at least one example, so they make a bet—you. all he has to do is get you to admit you’d do almost anything for another fuck, and he had whatever rights he wants for a month.
and it’s fairly easy to coerce you into his bed; he’s not even upset either. your voice is silty and your moves as you dance are oh-so-sexy, even without the bet he probably would’ve tried to find a way to get in your pants regardless of the reason.
but he’s awestruck at how amazing you feel, groaning a deep fuuuck as he slides into you. is pussy supposed to feel this good? he’s practically losing his mind over here. your smaller hand is gripping his bicep as he bottoms out, pretty lashes barely cracking open as you meet his eyes. you’re so fucking gorgeous that he could cum from the sight alone, but he’s on a mission… that he actually forgot.
because you’re going a stupid amount of rounds that night; him bending you into all forms and positions so he can fuck you just right. you’re more than accommodating, sickly sweet in the way you fuck back and he swears he’s found his match made in heaven.
even when you try to leave after a couple of hours, he’s pressing his chest to your back, rough fingers dancing dangerously close to your sore clit as you attempt to pull your skirt back up. you should be going, you really should. but his breath is just so hot against your neck and his fingers are already sliding past your ruined underwear—come on, are you actually supposed to say no?
and he ends up catching you in some random convenience store two days later, nudging you slightly to get your attention. it’s completely shameless how he describes how much he’s been thinking about you, he needs those sweet lips wrapped around his cock again. wait, shouldn’t this be the other way round?
he guesses he can bend the story just a teensy bit to his guys in a couple of days because you’re the one who abandoned your somewhat full shopping cart to let him press you against the bathroom wall. his hand is pressed hard over your mouth as he fills you up with his thick length again, biting back another groan as you squeeze around him. fuck the bet honestly, he just wants you.
cw: non-con to dub-con, aphrodisiac (?), public sex, inhuman/monster genitalia (rerirs)
Your numb thighs shake from overstimulating as Rerir's claws dig into the soft flesh, the treebark chafing against your naked chest makes you cringe away from the tree that's your anchor and arch your back into the man that's been ravishing you for at least 40 minutes.
He'd just stumbled into you while you were picking berries and tree branches, said something about your smell and hurled himself at you. Your body could not resist his, he was like a wall, unmovable no matter how hard you tried. He played with you as he pleased. Wet his fingers with your own tongue, shoved them into your hole, the almost dry entrance burned so bad you couldn't help the tears forming, couldn't help the way you screamed, the way your body kept twitching, it was torture.
You did try to at least retain some semblance of dignity, everytime you opened your mouth to tell him how much of a fucking scumbag he was, he shoved either his fingers or tongue down your throat.
He made your body and brain strain with the alien feeling of his sex, at first the dryness was excuriatingly painful but that was only for a few minutes, then something from his own 'penis' overflowed your hole; dripping down your inner thighs and making the lewd noises of his pelvis smacking your ass echo through the forest. You thought it could be pre-cum before it gushed out of you, whatever it was, you couldn't see it, but it was warm and slick. It also... made your insides tingle. Your body became pliant, your whole started to suck him him the more he drilled his slick into you with his just as weird and bumpy sex inside you.
You felt a purr of satisfaction from him as your hole finally started to eat him up like a good little thing, his chest flush against your back, breath hitting the back of your ear as you have no choice but to shiver, letting out small noises as you take him where anyone can walk in and see you bent over and being fucked with an inch of your life at any moment.
Your whole body is numb by the time he's growling in your ear like a territorial beast, his claws dragging and digging into your flesh as he moans for the forst time while cumming inside you. The most intense climax hit you, your brain shut down long ago, your whole body twitching and shivering as he keeps going and filling you up even though whatever he's pumping inside of you leaks down your legs. You let out a meek whine when he bites down on your ear, claws on one cheek of your ass as he thrusts one last time.
— ♤ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: zhongli x fem!reader | 𝐜𝐰: established relationship but reader finds out his true identity! morax!form, draconic!form mention, human!reader, sex with a god, hair pulling, creampie, nipple play, rough sex, reader wears a nightgown, he calls you 'small in his hands', reader is implied to serve rex lapis, maybe ooc, 2.8k wc 18+ only, MDNI.
𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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This was completely different from the first time you shared beds with him.
Back then, Zhongli had been soft and gentle, undressing you with such tender care until nothing remained but bare skin and bones. You remembered his warm amber eyes, his featherlight touches, and how he gave so much of himself to you that it left you dizzy and breathless.
But this was something else entirely.
It wasn’t that long ago when, to you, he was just a consultant at the Funeral Parlour—a Liyue nobleman who was well-versed in Teyvat’s history. He had been courting you since the last Lantern Rite (perhaps longer if you had paid attention) and you were more than content with the consultant, admiring him just as he was.
Then, after retiring his gnosis—and you still struggled to fully grasp what that meant—he finally confessed.
Overnight, he went from a funeral consultant to Rex Lapis and no matter how many times he explained that he was technically no longer an Archon, it didn’t change the fact that he was still an immortal who had witnessed Liyue from infancy.
And you slept with him!
The memory sent a shiver down your spine, though you couldn’t deny the thrill of realising how the Lord of Rock had practically begged for you to get on top that night. That same feeling returned now as you prepared to sleep with him again.
You basically asked for it, though.
When he revealed his identity to you, you had some questions. The first was if he had a real form, to which he replied: I have many.
Then the second question—or rather, request—was to see one of these forms. He was happy to oblige, but you hadn’t expected him to be so… forward.
I’m not being forward, he defended himself, My skin is part of my form. It just so happens that I have to adjust my attire for you to see it properly.
But he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Zhongli—” His name now felt strange on your lips as you stared, spellbound by his new appearance. You were so captivated that anything could have rolled off your tongue and you wouldn’t have noticed… or cared.
He truly embodied every depiction of Rex Lapis you’ve ever seen.
“Is something the matter?” He asked as if his arms weren’t adorned in glowing geo patterns, as if his physique wasn’t carefully carved by millennia as a leader. He stood over you while you sat on the edge of your bed and you gulped at the vitality in his features.
He looked larger—more youthful, even.
“What do I—” You hesitated, wondering if your question was foolish. “What do I call you?”
He cupped your jaw the way he always did, though now with bare hands darkened by power that you could barely comprehend. “You can choose whichever name you like,” he replied. “It doesn’t change who I am to you.”
Your mouth went dry. It was frightening how much more irresistible he seemed like this.
“Morax,” you whispered, mostly to yourself.
His brows lifted slightly, but he stayed silent.
“Morax,” you repeated, louder this time. You knew calling him ‘Rex Lapis’ would have been more respectful, more appropriate, but after seeing him in this divine form, with barely a towel wrapped around his waist, you knew that respect had already been thrown out the window. You would ask to be forgiven but what difference would it make if the god you pleaded to stood right before you, looking so compromised?
“Interesting choice,” he chuckled as he pressed his thumb to your lips, “Now, lie still and let me enjoy what belongs to me.”
Those words sank in like branding on your skin—what belongs to me.
He was slow with you at first, hovering over you as you lay back. The silk of your nightgown clung to every curve of your body which left little to the imagination and Zhongli was so engrossed with his view, that the lust in his eyes made something inside you stir. You had to look away, your arms instinctively moving to shield your flushed expression.
After all, it wasn’t every day that you found yourself at the mercy of a man so many prayed to.
Gently, he pulled your arm away, “Why do you turn from me, my love?” He tilted his head, studying you like prey, but the tenderness in his voice reminded you that the ghost of your sweet Zhongli was still there, lingering beneath this form.
“Are you regretting your curiosity?”
“I guess… seeing you this way makes me a little… shy,” you said, though you didn’t believe your own answer.
Before you could say more, his mouth was on yours, fierce and reassuring. It took the air right out of your lungs. You barely had time to recover before he started trailing softer kisses along your jaw, then down your neck, leaving a path of warmth in their wake.
“Shy?” he repeated against your skin, “After all we’ve done, you’re still shy?” He slid his hand up your sides, tangling his fingers between the fine silk. “You may be skilled at keeping secrets but not from me. Tell me the truth, my sweet.”
You opened your mouth to respond but you couldn’t stop your back from arching at his touch, which was very much an invitation for him to tear off the delicate fabric from your body. When he did, it left your chest exposed to his hungry gaze, earning him a small gasp and a deep ache pooling between your legs.
“You’re so small in my hands,” he mused, fingers tightening around your throat for a brief moment. "And yet… you offer yourself so willingly."
You had offered yourself to a god.
You had offered yourself to a god.
“Do you understand what you’re doing?”
A shudder tore through you as he took both breasts into his hands and sank his teeth between them, leaving you with little marks made from canines you had never seen before. When you suddenly felt his hard bulge pressing against your core, you realised the towel around his waist had already been discarded. How could you even respond to him?
“This excites you, doesn’t it?” He murmured into the crook of your neck, grinding against you. He didn’t give you a chance to speak when he pried your legs open with one knee. “Have I ever told you how intoxicating you smell when you’re like this?”
Harder than before, he bit into your neck and you found your fingers tugging on his hair.
“You can… smell me—?”
“I can sense you,” he corrected, “And I know exactly what you want from me." You could certainly tell he was pleased with himself yet instead of pushing you away, it only drew you in further.
With a single motion, you hooked your finger around the pin holding his ponytail in place, and pulled—freeing his hair so it cascaded down over his toned muscles.
He looked perfect. Divine. It was your way of confirming what he already knew—that you wanted this, wanted him.
Zhongli’s eyes glowed in the dim light and there was no mistaking the godly aura of Morax residing in him. The air seemed heavier under the weight of his presence. You were suffocating.
A deep growl elicited from his chest as he pushed the tip of his cock against your underwear, teasing your entrance. You whimpered at the way he bullied you, desperately pulling him in for another feverish kiss to satisfy at least one need.
This one was hungrier, messier. His groan vibrated through your mouth as his carbon-black hand slid back to your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp for air.
Each twist and flick of his tongue felt like a silent demand: Give in. Yield.
In this state, a picture cleared. Zhongli's hands were everywhere—tangled in your hair, between the valley of your breasts, dipping into the areas you ached the most. This side of him was primal, gluttonous, and possessive. Every touch felt forbidden—blasphemous, even. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to say you weren’t enjoying every sinful second of it.
Finally, Zhongli parted from the kiss, his breath heavy as his eyes stayed locked with yours. For once, he allowed himself to make you completely at his will.
The head of his cock pressed harder against your entrance, the flimsy barrier of your silk underwear doing little to dull the intensity of his lust. He was desperate to feel the warmth inside you. You were already soaked, and he knew it—he could feel it, smell it, and it drove him wild.
“My dear,” he said, sound impatient now, “you know I admire you, right?”
“I do,” you replied too quickly.
“Good. Because I don’t want you to be mistaken.”
“What do you mea—”
Before you could finish, he pulled your underwear to the side and let his cock glide against your folds. Your hips moved with him, coating his shaft with your wetness, and that was enough for him to forget about taking it slow. Groaning, he shoved his blunt tip inside you and it left your thighs trembling. Your body felt like it was on fire, jerking back as his length stretched you out, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly, “Oh my—” you gasped.
Had it been that long since you last did this, or was this form accompanied by godly… benefits?
With his head thrown back in sheer pleasure, he let out a throaty grunt, almost salivating at the way your walls pulsed around him—like your body had been made just for him. Somehow, sex felt even better in this form and it had him feral enough to hold the sides of your hips, fingers digging into your flesh to anchor himself between your legs. “That’s it,” he growled, “Take every inch.”
He started thrusting—hard—the sound of skin meeting skin echoed off the walls. Your breasts bounced in rhythm, and he was so entranced by the sight he could cum on the spot. Every second, he was ripping moan after moan out of you as he fucked you into the mattress.
“Morax,” you called out, your voice shaking while he pumped in and out of you relentlessly, “So… good. I want more…” You ran your hands across his chest, feeling the quickening of his breath. His face shifted into a predatory look and you realised that he was losing himself as much as you.
“Then come here,” he groaned through gritted teeth, spoken exactly like someone who had never been defiled.
He didn’t wait for you to respond. Instead, he flipped you to your stomach, left your ass in the air and your legs hanging off the bed—your toes barely even touching the floor.
You braced yourself for his unyielding pace, but he surprised you with a tender kiss on your shoulder, “Tell me if it’s too much.”
The unexpected affection made your heart swell so you wiggled against his crotch, inviting him for more. He chuckled, almost pityingly, knowing full well what he was about to do next.
You couldn’t even catch your breath before he pushed back inside you, hissing as he indulged in your warmth. You swore you were well-behaved but somehow this felt like a punishment. He, who was so deceptively gentle a moment ago, found your hair and tugged it into his fist, drawing a sharp yelp from your lips.
Once he started moving at the same unforgivable pace, each thrust forced his name out of your mouth. “M-Morax— Mor–ax,” you were barely coherent and it riled him up the more you said it. It surely wasn’t the first time hearing someone call him that but in this context, he wasn’t going to make it his last—especially if it was you.
"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his voice resonant, like the rumbling of the earth itself.
“Y-Yes…”
Although, you weren’t sure what you expected when you asked to see his form but you knew what you were receiving now was the primal strength of something foreign to you.
His heavy cock stretched you so deliciously, filling you so completely that every nerve in your body screamed with pleasure. You clawed at the sheets as you creamed rings around his base and the wooden bedframe groaned with each erratic thrust.
His movements were undeniably getting sloppier and his breaths came in short, guttural huffs. “Feel- how- deep I am inside- you?” he rasped, punctuating each word with a sharp snap of his hips. “You’re taking it so well.” You couldn’t see it but you heard a grin dancing behind his voice as he pushed deeper.
Your feet were lifting off the ground with each thrust, leaving your ass stinging from the relentless pounding. When you felt his free hand snake around to cup your breast, fingers squeezing your sensitive nipple, you practically melted. “Thank you… Ple—,” you whined, the only words you could really manage.
But that was enough for him.
Zhongli’s grip on your hair tightened as he pulled, forcing your head back while his other hand dug into the soft flesh of your breast. The pain mixed with pleasure sent your vision into a blur of white. It shouldn’t feel this good but you could feel your orgasm coming despite being nothing but a ragdoll in his powerful hands.
His body trembled as he chased his release, each thrust growing more urgent as he drove into your G-spot. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure through your body until finally, your climax hit like a tidal wave. Letting go of your hair, you collapsed against the mattress. It was too much so it left you biting into the sheets, a cry ripping from your throat as your pussy clenched around him, milking his cock with each spasm. “I-I’m—ahhh—cumming!”
“Just like that,” he groaned while your body tightened, savouring the way your body responded to every thrust. He was unable to think about anything else aside from the feeling of your muscle clenching and pulsating, “So tight—keep going. You’re perfect like this.”
With one final snap of his hips, you felt him pulse between your walls, his balls tightening as he emptied deep inside you. Thick ropes of hot milky cum filled you, his cock twitching as he buried himself to the hilt. Your name rolled off his lips in a low, drawn-out grunt that was raw and animalistic, a sound that made you delirious enough to go another round just to hear it again.
Even after he finished, he stayed pressed against you, fucking his cum back into you with lazy, satisfied strokes, filling you over and over until there was nothing left to give.
“I’m… full,” you whispered shakily, still feeling every inch of him inside you.
“Are you alright, my dear?”
Yes and no. If getting tossed around meant you were fine, then sure.
"I'm okay," you breathed.
"Good girl."
When he finally pulled out, you went completely limp, rolling onto your back while a thin layer of sweat left your skin glowing.
You could feel Zhongli doing the same, his body mirroring yours as you both lay there, chests heaving, struggling to catch your breaths. After a moment, you turned to face him, both of you blinking at each other under the light.
“This… wasn’t what I meant when I said show me one of your forms,” you managed to say.
“Are you complaining?”
You let out a soft sigh as you stared up at the ceiling. Even after all this, he hadn’t lost his sarcastic sense of humour. “No,” you admitted, feeling warmth creep into your cheeks. “It’s just that… well, I think I might’ve enjoyed you—the real you—a little more than I expected. A little more than what’s appropriate, perhaps.”
You couldn’t help but dance around the memory of all the offerings you’d given Rex Lapis throughout your life. Was this his gift in return?
“Oh? Pray tell, what is it that you enjoyed so much?”
You hesitated but the way he looked at you made it impossible not to answer.
“I liked… the way you moved…" you felt slightly embarrassed to continue but he nodded for you to go on, "You were rougher on me, but it made me want more…”
While you spoke, you noticed subtle changes in him. His pupils began narrowing into thin slits, and his golden irises seemed to glow with an ethereal light. The sharpness of his fangs became more pronounced, peeking between his lips. His fingers, which had been tracing circles on your arm, now felt a little sharper, almost claw-like.
“And… your strength,” you gulped as you watched his transformation. “It was… overwhelming. I couldn’t resist it but I didn't want to. I felt safe.”
A low, rumbling growl emanated from his chest, his hand sliding possessively to your waist. It made your stomach flip.
“If that’s the case,” his voice was deeper now, almost a purr as his newly revealed tail coiled around your thigh. He leaned closer, his breath hot against the shell of your ear.
synopsis: "want you to give attention right where i've been craving it." wriothesley swears there isn't anything that taste better than spicy dried fish. that was, until he had a taste of your sweet pussy. now he can't get his head out from between your thighs!
feat: wriothesley
w.c: 0.8k
cw: face sitting, oral (f! receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, some rimming
day seventeen | masterlist
tag list: @sharkluver
wriothesley never concerned himself with sexual acts. he was a busy man, running the prison was a time consuming job. finding a lover or getting into a relationship seemed like something for another lifetime. or, so he thought, until he met you.
you were pretty flexible, willing to work around his schedule, or even just come in and keep him company. he shielded you in the office, not wanting to have you deal with the grabby hands of a rouge prisoner. a lady like you didn't deserve to be in a metal cage like hell, but you insisted.
you were the one who introduced wriothesley into the special pleasure of life. joy, intimacy, quiet time alone. but specifically? pussy eating.
wriothesley didn't know there was something better than his favorite meal, spicy dried fish. he couldn't have fathomed that reproductive organs would have melted on his tongue. yet he found himself pressed between your legs nightly, thick tongue licking you open as his big, calloused hands pin your thighs down.
your pussy became his favorite meal of all. he couldn't stop himself from lapping away at you, indulging in the sweet yet musky taste and smell that was distinctly you.
he was a strong man, and often insisted that you sit on his face. normally, you'd decline, claiming you were 'too heavy', or 'it felt weird.' in reality, you were just really unsure of yourself, and didn't wanna hassle him in his office for such a position. however, your response changed after days of wriothesley asking, soft whispers of 'please, just sit on my face' pressed against your skin with kisses. how could you deny the man?
your nerves were getting to you as you hovered over his face, his back pressed against the cool tile of his office floor. seriously, he was being risky right now. he locked the door, and he was on break, so he should be undisturbed, but come on? at work? face sitting is no quickie!! you shake off the thought, letting yourself settle down against his lips and nose, a loud groan escaping his lips as he gets a good whiff of your cunt.
"damn... she smells good." he grunts, sucking on the gusset of your panties, slowly riling you up. you could feel his saliva seeping through the fabric, combining with the slick pooling.
it doesn't take long for him to have your panties peeled to the side, his tongue pressing flat against your slit as his nose bumps your clit. you moan, hips rolling down against his face, seeking the friction.
"shit, doll, taste better this way." his voice is muffled, mouth wrapped around your lips as he sucks, flicking his tongue in and out. he acted starved, drowning between your thighs, drinking you like the sweetest beverage.
the combination of his tongue and nose had you whining, releasing building up rather quickly. despite this, you held on, not wanting it to be over yet. the tip of his nose circles your clit as he drags that warm muscle through your folds, collecting every last drop of you that he could get.
your first orgasm comes quick, legs shaking and thighs clamping down on his head as you cum into his mouth, wriothesley growling lustfully as his massive hands squeeze your thighs.
he was far from quenched, and so were you.
wriothesley tongue-fucks you through your orgasm, moving his head to suckle on your clit a bit. icy eyes look up to meet yours, that hazy, far gone look taking over. wriothesley was whipped, and he'd do anything for his fill about now.
his tongue returns to lapping and swirling, collecting fat globs of your slick and eagerly swallowing it. you could feel his tongue deeper in this position, feel every breath he took against you.
the pleasure turns into too much, your hips shimmying away from his every parched mouth. wriothesley doesn't let you go, hands grabbing your thigh and hip, keeping you pressed flat against his prodding tongue. your cum was dripping down his chin, as if he was no more than a dog on a hot day.
abruptly, his tongue switches from licking your cunt to trailing down towards your ass, his nose grazing through your folds as he rims you. you gasp at the sudden change in location, mewling at the foreign sensation. wriothesley smirks, before pulling back from your ass, pressing a fat kiss to your clit as he fingers you.
your second orgasm approaches quickly, cum gushing on his face as he gets to work to cleaning up every last drop. once he was satisfied and believed to have you cleaned up enough,
as wriothesley slides you off his face, a knock sounds at his door. his break was over, great. "get dressed sweetheart. i ain't done with ya, but that's for later." he purrs, composing himself.
he had a job to do, but he'd get his dessert right after.
The adeptus looked forward to when you’d call his name and it always left him wondering what the next scene to unfold would be when you’d summon him again. One time it was just because you missed him, another time you were in slight danger and he assisted you, and the other day you had called his name just so he could enjoy the setting sun over the mountains with you for a brief moment. Xiao was always at the edge of his seat waiting to hear your voice, even when tending to his own duties his thoughts still trailed off to you as your whereabouts— but he knew if you needed him, that you’d call his name in a time of need.
Oh, how foolishly innocent was your adeptus.
It’s a slip of the tongue, the letters of his name leaving your lips in a symphony as your voice rises in pitch and the sight before him stuns him completely. Was this really a time of urgent need from him? He was torn between leaving or staying, eyes stuck on your figure splayed out in your bed, sheets wrinkled up and a hand gripping at the mattress between as if it would stabilize you. Your other hand is low between warm and trembling thighs, two fingers pushing in and tugging out in a fast motion and your palm bumping the puffy pearl beneath it that he can’t get a peak of.
His breath is caught in his throat, fingers twitching by his sides as he’s unmovingly in place yet his legs move on their own until his knees bump against the edge of the bed. It’s as if you have a sudden sense of keen hearing, gasping as your eyes that were squeezed shut now open widely and stare at him in horror of being caught. You hide yourself, hand outstretched over the expanse of your bare pussy that oozes arousal as you back up from him to create distance until you hit the bed frame behind you. You aren’t sure what to say, embarrassment and confusion clouding your hazy mind and you can’t help the wanting stare you’re giving him in the mix of all of it.
You lift your other arm to hide your face in, legs propped up and close to your chest as you bury your face in your inner elbow and whine out in embarrassment. There’s a shift in the air even if you try to ignore it. The bed dips in front of you and you squeeze yourself closer, hand over your most sensitive area as a form of barrier or shield to hide yourself from his view, but you’re well aware he’s already seen too much as is and you don’t know how long he’s been there watching either.
“Is that what you need me for?” His voice is against your ear, breaths fanning over your temple but you’re too nervous of the heat pooling in your stomach to lift your head and look at him. There’s a newfound growl on the edge of his voice that seems to be shaky, there’s restraint in his tone and you don’t want to think about the way it makes you feel.
You don’t answer him, hiding your face further in the crook of your inner elbow as you hum in response, body tenses up and your response isn’t one of affirmation or denial simply just acknowledgement of the words that left his lips. Your body is so trembly, his gaze drops to your exposed chest being hidden under your arm and he reaches up hesitantly, grabbing at your forearm with gentleness before tugging it from you and you don’t fight back despite your arm being your only cover from his eyes. His other hand shakily cups your cheek, it's soft and warm under his touch and it makes him take a trembling breath.
Your eyes open slowly and look up at him, glassy and pupils blown wide as you take deep breaths. You looked… Cute. His hand moves from your cheek to your chin, holding it between his thumb and index to keep your eyes on his. His gaze makes you feel as if you’re unable to hide yourself, completely bare under his watchful eyes that seem to drink you up with a hesitantly curious want you’ve never seen in those golden eyes of his.
“Let me help you,” He breathes out, voice and body stiff as if he’s unsure of the words leaving his own mouth and what they entail. Your shoulders slump, a sigh leaving you as he pushes you back until you’re laying on the bed again. “Tell me, where do you need me?”
It’s so embarrassing, Archons is it embarrassing. Your heart is fluttering in your chest and your lungs feel heavy as if it’s hard to breathe with the weight of it all. You swallow dryly, “H-here,” You whisper the word shyly, taking his hand that was gripped onto your forearm and dragging it lower until his cold fingers brush along your thighs making you gasp at the ticklish feeling.
“Here?” His hand parts your legs, eyes raking down your bare figure and he would be lying if he said his mouth wasn’t pooling with saliva at the sight of you so vulnerable and on display. The moonlight casts you in a milky glow and you looked utterly ethereal.
You nod before gasping sharply as the pass of his calloused fingers bump your clit, his eyes flick up to yours as if searching for signs of pain but all he sees is eyes beggingly staring back. He swallows thickly, looking back down at the mess that awaited him and without thinking he moves himself until his head is situated between your warm thighs. There’s a certain heat radiating off this area that’s calling to him, the sight of your glistening pussy makes his dick embarrassingly hard against the mattress that he subtly grinds into.
He lolls his tongue out, looking up at you as if waiting for some sort of guidance and you bring a hand to his hair, gripping at the strands which seems to be all the reasoning he needs before lowering his head until his tongue makes contact with your sweetness. He moans against you immediately, guttural sound as his eyes nearly roll back in his skull and his eyes flutter shut as he becomes more eager. His tongue flicks between your folds, long strips up and down between diving into your clenching hole and the sounds you make only encourage his actions more.
His whimpery moans were something you could only fantasize of hearing, the vibrations of his sounds hitting your clit and making you tug on his hair harder. “X-Xiao !—” “Say my name again.” It’s a command, muffled against your sticky pussy with the edge of a growl to it as he stares up into your eyes and just that alone pushes at the hotness boiling in your stomach.
“Xiao— haah, ngh, X-Xia— ooh !” Your eyes roll back, mouth hung open when he latches onto your clit, sucking hard and moaning against your slick skin and it’s just too much, so much at once that you can’t voice when you’re close. The words are caught in your throat as you choke on a sob of his name. Your body feels like it’s on fire, muscles tensing up and spasming as you throw your head back and tug him closer against your pussy as your high rolls off you in red-hot waves.
You’re panting, blinking through blurry vision before you feel his lips latched onto your clit again. You squeal and try to push him off you but his hands grab at your hips and pull you closer. You look down at him, his hips digging into the mattress beneath as he groans against your messy skin, flicking his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“‘m not done,” He gasps, pressing a messy kiss to your puffy pearl. His pupils are dilated and his eyes are half-lidded, glued onto your face and the expressions you make. He releases you with a heavy pant, “I want to do it again. I want to make you come quicker.” The words are so explicit to your ears, making your face feel warm to the touch, hair sticking to your forehead as you try to catch your breath.
Your fingers tug at tuffs of his hair and he nearly comes in his pants at the tingling sense of slight pain it causes. His fingers dig into your plush flesh before diving his tongue back down across your cunt that oozes cum for him to lap at. “‘m not done ‘til you’re satisfied.” The words make your brain mushy in your skull, heading lolling back as you whimper and moan, arching off the bed as you feel another knot pulled tight in your stomach. His name slips off your lips again, and it won’t be the last time he hears his name fall from your pretty mouth tonight.
cw: none too extreme, tickling that leads to heavy kissing and maybe some heavy petting, slight mention of grinding on lauma’s bulge 🤭
->guys i love lauma a NORMAL amount >3<, transfem! lauma truther. my queen of reindeer does indeed have a penis. ALSO!! shhhh plsplspls pretend that there are actual woodlands and forests in Nod Krai for the sake of this!!
->not proofread😭
“Dearest Doe,” Lauma croons at you, grazing her fingers along the sides of your arms. “I have been thinking of something important to the Frostmoon Scions.” Her words drawing you up from the lax daze that her ministrations put you into. The words begin to fall off your tongue before she shushes you with a kiss on the lips.
Strong hands grapple on to your waist, Lauma’s nails digging into the flesh of your hips as she starts peppering kisses along the side of your neck. Teeth nipping and tugging at sensitive spots that she knew would make you squeak indignantly.
The moment your hands come up to run along the soft velvet of her antlers you both know that this will be more than lighthearted fun. But she didn’t go further than that, her nails now beginning to wiggle along your waist, pulling out laughter that echoes through the forests of Nod Krai.
Your legs kick out in an attempt to push her away from you, but she’s too strong. Her arms bracketing you to the foliage floor as her kisses become pecks that litter themselves all over your face. There’s a light in her eyes that brightens more when you let out a snort, “What was that?” You freeze in place, face feeling overtly hot from the sound that escaped you in a moment of weakness.
“What was what?” The look she gives you is anything but innocent when her hands gravitate from your waist to rest themselves in your hair. Her lips pull into a smile on your neck slowly, the hairs on your skin rising when you feel her mouth on your neck ‘Fuck.’
Breathy moans fall from your mouth, saccharine and honeyed in a way that deafens Lauma to everything else around her. “Lauma, I need you. Please!” She shakes her head in amusement and your hands grapple desperately onto her clothing. She feels your hips starting to grind down onto her bulge, heat pressing into her thighs as she lightly thrusts up into you.
Her fingers rake themselves into your hair, tugging on your scalp with precision to coax out whines and begging from supple, bitten lips. “Don’t wake up now.” Lauma croons, rolling her cock into you again.
And yet, her words wake you up, startling you from the dead sleep that you were in. She whispered to you as a poor attempt to keep you in the dreamscape that was concocted by the memories of a future that was not yet foretold.
