When you'd entered the dungeon, you hadn't expected to see Igris, the guardian on this place. Unfortunately, it fell right into your desire of muscular, masked men doing unspeakable things to you that you could never ask for in the real world.
Igris was grinning wickedly under his helmet, practically smelling the desperation that dripped from you, observing how weak in the knees you were at the sight of him. Without wasting any time, he sprints over to you, scooping you up in his arms, a giddy, long-forgotten fantasy of yours, before carrying you away and dropping you down onto a soft, forested floor.
Your knees become muddied as you try to stand, but Igris impatiently spins you around, the chill of his armor seeping into your skin as those metal-covered fingers slip under your shirt to squeeze your breasts, freeing them from your bra. You whine, loudly and wantonly, the noise carried away to the treetops, knowing no one was around to bear witness to your shameful fantasy coming alive. He's rough, massaging the flesh uncaringly as your nipples pebble under the attention.
Perhaps wearing a skirt wasn't the best idea, but you couldn't decide if it was a disadvantage at the moment, as Igris hikes it up, and you hear a huff emanate from deep within his helmet, probably one of amusement, as your panties are yanked to the side, already stained with your juice. Cold air teases around your legs and folds as Igris forces your legs apart, picking one up with his arm and leaving you balancing precariously on the other. Those cold fingers probe your folds, drawing a moan from you as he finds your pulsing clit.
The first slap has your head reeling, the confusing mix of pain and pleasure rushing through your system. You're barely able to register what's happening when he strokes the nub again, and this time, you sob. It felt so taboo to want this pain, yet you were helpless to stop him, unsure if you were falling into depths you might never resurface from. The bite of the cold metal only makes your core clench, and you brace yourself as Igris raises his hand, bringing it down with enough force to send vibrations scurrying through your drenched folds. Your mound was flushed from the attention, the inner labia pinkening rapidly as desire builds inside your gut.
Something telepathic kept taunting you inside your head.
"Wet little whore."
"Needy slut."
"Dripping cunt."
You're unsure if Igris is communicating with you, or if it's your own self-deprecatory thoughts. Either way, it fuels your desire, crying out into the open air as your clit is abused by those thick fingers until it's throbbing and begging for release.
"Pl-please-ngh-I want-mhm-" Choked words fall from your lips, your brain in a fog of sexual need, only for Igris to pinch your clit, grasping it just hard enough for the blood to gather and pulse hotly. You cry out, hips jerking in his hold.
Igris unrelentingly rolls it between his fingertips until you're all but leaking onto his hands, shivering and shaking until finally, an orgasm crashes over you, waves of pleasure rippling through your body as you fall off the edge.
Is there igris smut? Because I might make it if not. Do I have a mental issue? I think so. This can’t be normal bc igris doesn’t even have a face (officially, yes I’ve seen the fan art and yes that’s why I’m further salivating over him)
