Pls some nsfw hcs with Lancelot, Ray, Jonah, Luka, and Edgar: they come back home and after taking a shower they go to their room to get some rest but surprisingly they find Alice waiting for them while she's wearing only one specific piece of their clothing for example Lancelot's cape or Jonah's pink shirt along with his red leg strap(≖‿≖) thanks!
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Fandom: IkeRev
Suitors:Lancelot, Ray, Jonah, Luka, Edgar
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Scenario NSFW - Suitor comes home and takes a shower. Leaving the bathroom he looks up to find Alice wearing only...
Lancelot
• Alice is sitting innocently on the edge of his bed. Her body is wrapped in Lancelots heavy mantle, but he can see hints of bare skin underneath.
• Approaching Alice while drying his hair, Lancelot raises a single eyebrow at her in question.
• "If I wear the mantle does that mean I am King?" The teasing note in her voice pairs well with the mischievous grin on her face. Lancelot grabs her chin, his fingers brushing along her skin.
• "Only if you can handle the burden the King bears" the whisper is centimeters from her lips, before Lancelot gives her a firm kiss. Lowering her back on the bed behind her he unwrap his mantle from around her body, peppering the skin as it's exposed in marks and kisses.
• His Alice, the sight of her in his mantle drives that fact home. Alice is his.
Ray
• Ray leaves the bathroom to see Alice leaning against his headboard lost in a book. Drawing closer to her, Ray quickly realizes that her 'blanket' is actually his cape.
• Laughter falls from his lips, startling Akice from her book. She smiles when she sees Ray, shifting a little.
• Looking down, Ray catches a hint of brown leather on her thigh.
• "Alice, Why are you in my cape?" Tilting his head crawls over her, straddling her hips.
• "Because it was comfy and you didn't need it in the shower" her innocent smile is at odds with the twinkle in her eye.
• Ray kisses her, hus hands going under the cape, only to realize there was nothing underneath.
• "Naughty Alice" his voice drops as his pants tighten. He is quick to bear her body, not wanting her to be hidden from his gaze.
• He soaks in the image of her laying on his bed, the cape in question sprawled out under her.
• His fingers use his leg strap as leverage to keep her against him as he presses their bodies together, he makes a mental note to buy her more garters.
•
Jonah
• When he exits the shower, Alice is sitting in the window. As he draws nearer to her, he realizes she is wearing only his pale pink shirt.
• "Alice" whispering her name, his hands reach out to her, but when his hand carresses her thigh, he feels smooth fabric. Looking down he realizes that long with his shirt, she is wearing his leg strap.
• Feeling suddenly flustered, Jonah slips a finger under one of the buttons on her shirt.
• "You are beautiful" his simple praise does its job as he watches the blush fall over Alice's cheeks. Scooping her up in his arms, he carries her to the bed, laying her down against his pillows.
• Purposely leaving his strap on her thigh, he deftly unbuttons her shirt, watching her skin be revealed. Trailing his finger across her stomach he loves the way she trembles, goosebumps rising in defense of his ghosting touch.
• Keeping the focus on Alice his fingers finally make their way down to his leg strap. Slipping a finger under it, he eases it down her leg. His lips follow it in kisses, the mewls and whimpers are a melody for him alone.
Luka
• Luka's eyes widen when he sees Alice sitting on the bed, his casual jacket is buttoned up, but he can't see anything else on.
• "Alice-" her name leaves his lips in a whisper as he draws near. His face breaks out in a blush.
• "Where are your clothes?" His fingers touch her chin and she looks up with innocent eyes.
• "I got cold while I was waiting for you so I wore your jacket. It smells good." Bringing her hand up, she smells the sleeve with a smile. The raising of the jacket reveals her thigh and hip.
• "Stop that," Luka tugs down the jacket, trying to make sense of the situation. His fingers brush her warm skin and more heat spreads throughout her body. Sitting down on the bed he pulls her into his lap. His finger seeks out the warm skin on her hips. Lowering his gaze, his eyes meet her desire filled one's and he can't hold back his desires anymore.
• Pressing his lips to hers, he hungrily kisses her, his fingers teasing thier way down to her core. As his fingers slip into her core he watches them, set on bringing Alice the same urging desire as he is feeling.
• "My beautiful Alice" his murmur is barely heard above her whimpers as he draws an orgasm, coating his fingers. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he smiles, set to let the heat consume them.
•
Edgar
• Alice was waiting up for Edgar when he exits the shower. Surprised to not see her on the bed like usual, he looks around the room for her.
• An amused smile finds his face as a figure at his desk is bathed in moonlight. Drawing closer Edgar recognizes the white and red pattern of his uniform jacket. Approaching almost silently he peers over her shoulder to see what she is doing.
• "Hello Jack of Hearts" watching the way she jumps, twirling around with a startled look Edgar can't help the delighted laugh.
• Pouting, Alice blushes at being caught, she was hoping to get one up on the mischievous Jack. Edgar scoops her up and places her on top of his desk. He can't help but admire her in his jacket, his beautiful Alice. Trailing his finger along her jaw, he pictures her in a full red army uniform and his pants tighten. Massaging her thighs he notices that all she is wearing is his officer jacket and a wicked smile graces his face.
• Slipping his hand in between her legs, he teases her, keeping the jacket on. The stiff uniform fabric brushing against her sensitive skin, the way she arches her back and her nipples brush the fabric. He can't free his cock fast enough, set on making a mess on his desk and on his jacket. After all it isn't the first time.
So in my defense, this event by @xxsycamore said to bring the horny. It didn't say how much. So I brought a lot. Get your mans @delicateikemenmemes because they waiting-
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Prompt: Breeding + Creampie; "Does it feel that good? You're trembling, you know."; "I'm going to fuck you until you can't stay awake anymore. Maybe after that too."
It was hard being the centre of attention when it comes to your five lovers of the Black Army. It was hard work indeed, although some might think of your job as just to switch and warm beds each night. It wasn't as easy as they say, having to put up with 5 different attitudes and egos, and 5 different styles of love making.
Of course, it didn't get easier whenever they'd walk in on each other, since by the pseudo-contract you put up, they were allowed to join in if they ever caught you and another member. There were limitations, since the 5 of them were caring men but at times… even they'd bend the rules a little.
Within the start of your throes of passion with Ray, your legs latching onto his hips as he had you in a hungry kiss… Papers and items off his desk were shoved off, as he shoved his pants down, his cock hard underneath your skirt. The King of Spades, instead of burying his head in the papers, was burying his face in between your breasts, his mouth voracious against your mounds.
Fenrir wasn't one to knock, but with the way he entered Ray's office with that shit-eating grin of his, you weren't sure if it was purely by accident or on purpose… After all, Ray was the type who liked it when you screamed. It was routine for them to strip upon the hour you allowed them to touch you, with Fenrir shrugging off his jacket.
Fenrir Godspeed lived up to his surname, because oh god was he speedy when his fingers were in contact with your cunt.
"Fen… rir!" You screamed his name, his two skillful fingers toying with your clit as if it were the usual smoke pellets he'd play around with during office hours. The wolfish man slung one of your legs over his own shoulder, allowing his half-gloved hand to spread your pussy folds wide open.
"Lord what a perfect cunt this is… a perfect cunt that had me dreaming during those drills…" He murmured into your skin, kissing areas of your collarbone that Ray had marked earlier. "Couldn't stop thinking about you wrapped on my cock, doll.."
"I left you both for just some time and you have her screaming…" Ray muttered, half-dressed but with three more people in tow. Fenrir pulled out his fingers, the squelch resonating throughout the room as Sirius, Seth and Luka entered.
"Now that we're all here, who'd you like to fuck first, YN?"
~○~
5 men stripped, with you barely clad in Ray's sheets. The King's room was chosen for no other reason than the room space, and the fact that he had spare seating for the others to watch. Your thighs clamped together, looking at the five as they stripped down. Sirius' perfectly toned chest, Ray's chiseled abs… Oh, how could you not pay attention to Seth's slender frame and Fenrir's biceps? And Luka… your sweet Luka certainly hid a lot of surprises, starting with his already eager bulge.
The King and his best friend were chosen first, both in sync as they took off their boxers and revealed their hardened cocks to you. The two weren't without some bickering, particularly about who has the better dick to pleasure you with.
"Like she'd feel anything from your dick…"
"She likes it rough! Like you know anything!"
The two bantered back and forth, but a silence hung in the air as you spread open your thighs by your own will, your soaked pussy on display. You kept quiet, until you confirmed that their eyes were on you. Your heart hammered in your chest, as you said the bold word.
"B-Both."
Oh, they were both grinning ear to ear. A wolfish grin graced Fenrir's charming face, while a warm smile blessed Ray's. The King was the first to reach out to you, tucking you safely against his chest, his dick poking at the soft flesh of your ass. Fenrir meanwhile, used those sexy arms of his to pry your thighs wide open, for him and his best friend.
"I'm going to fuck you until you can't stay awake anymore…" The Ace panted, lining himself up to you. "Maybe after that too."
He could see just how much you were gushing from that one dirty line. The slick proved to be useful, as you felt the tip of his cock entering you with ease in one thrust. "Don't pound her just yet Fenrir," Ray broke the sexual focus between you and the Ace. "I have yet to stuff myself in her delicious cunt."
Following his King's orders, Fenrir propped you up against him this time, as you felt the tingles of Ray's magic as he applied his naughty spell on your lower half, the engorged tip of his cock prodding where you and Fenrir connected. Within a few seconds, Ray was pushing his thick rod into tight core along with his best friend.
Ray and Fenrir's lips were all over your neck and shoulders, the butterfly kisses overtaking the tiny ache of your hickeys as if to assure you to trust them as both their cocks part your folds, thrusting in a slow yet hard manner that simply sent chills over your spine. You had no time to comprehend that you came to your high, with your orgasm coating the base of their cocks in a white, creamy ring.
They were absolutely losing it to you. Ray chanted your name as if it was the only word he knows, and Fenrir was anything but coherent, with the words slipping out along the lines of 'filling you up' and 'breed you good' coming from his raspy breathes. The convulsing of your walls after that orgasm sent them in a spiral, no longer following a pattern or rhythm of thrusts but simply following their instinct, which is to have the entire length of their cocks in as much as possible.
Searing shots of semen escaped from their cocks, coating your walls in an abundance of their warm essence when they came to their high. Fenrir followed with a sigh, while Ray let out an almost animalistic groan against your skin. Fenrir was the first to exit, his eyes on your cunt to ensure all his cum was properly stuffed into you. Ray took his sweet time to let the spell go down, soon removing his half-hard rod from you.
Seth huffed, his hair thrown back as his eyes trailed over your marked skin, hand grips on your thighs from Fenrir's rough fucking and Ray's ass slaps with just the teasingly amount of white slipping from your cunt. The charming man pouted at the oldest soldier in the room, who was currently unleashing his thick cock from the confines of his slacks.
"Hmh! Why do I have to be paired up with this old man? His hips just creak every time he thrusts into YN…" Seth leeched.
Sirius frowned, his hands immediately reaching for your waist as his muscles worked to line you up perfectly on his cock in one fell swoop.
"Old man?" He taunted, teasing you with the girth of his cock. "Could an old man do this?"
At the very last words, Sirius' thick length plunged into you, filling you up to the brim as your walls stretched out oh so blissfully to accommodate the Queen's cock. You screamed, the unexpected thrust making your body arch into Sirius' chest. "Does it feel that good? You're trembling, you know," The Queen commented.
You thought Sirius was fully sheathed in you when he shuffled around, but your eyes went wide when you looked to your lower half with half of Sirius' cock out of you.
"Hey… focus on me too," Seth pouted, his lengthy shaft pressing against your lips. Seth helped you on all fours, with Sirius almost taking out his entire cock, just leaving the tip in you. With how thick Sirius was, there was no chance of sharing your sweet hole, so Seth decided to settle with your delicious mouth instead.
Compared to the slow, rough thrusts from Fenrir and Ray, the Queen of Spades was surprisingly agile with his thrusts. Sirius' thrusts were quicker and harsher, the room resonating with the slaps of your skin to his abs. Despite the harsh thrusts, Sirius had a gentle hold on your hips, steadying your body to take Seth's cock too.
With a shy 'ah', you welcomed the tip of Seth's cock into your mouth, before taking half of him, your tongue dragging on the lower half of his dick. Soon, Seth had his slender fingers on your head, pushing you down on his cock. Oh, he'd be lying if the slight bulge from taking Sirius' cock didn't tease him to do better, as he was pleasantly surprised by the bulge in your throat from his cock.
The muffled moans sent vibrations up Seth's cock and spine, his groans and the slaps from Sirius' thrusts filling the room. The last member yet to fuck you, Luka, was patiently waiting, albeit his ears red from hearing his elders pleasure your body.
"Ahah~" Seth moaned, possibly rivalling the best male prostitute in Cradle. "Have your hips broken down yet, old man? Or do you have joint pain? Luka can get the ointment~"
"Don't be so smug Hyde," Sirius groaned, his cock almost kissing your cervix, as he feels the mix of Ray and Fenrir's cum deep inside you. He was confident that he was about to join the mix, hoping to dominate the mess in your pussy. "Even without the stretching spell, YN's pussy is clamping for my cock."
The sudden eye contact with Luka was enough to snap you into realisation that you were being watched. The tightening of your pussy milked Sirius for all he was worth, as you felt the spreading of sticky warmth in your cunt. Like his cock, his seed was thick, filling you up along the mix of cum in your pussy as Sirius carefully removed himself from you, keeping all the efforts of their cum in you.
Seth's fingers drummed at your soft cheek, and at his signal you let him pull out his cock. You left a kiss on the tip of his cock, having one last taste of his pre-cum. "How sly, darling… But I can't lose to the others, so allow me to fill your adorable pussy won't you?"
You nod, allowing Seth near your rear as he rubbed the marks on your ass that Ray slapped at earlier. Seth was gentle, pushing his dick at a steady pace, inch by inch. Seth was already near his high, but he didn't expect his abs to be wet by your squirting the moment he sheathed himself into you. The sudden sensation wringed his cock good, Seth emptying all of what he had into your filled pussy.
He caught you just in time as your hips and torso grew unstable, laying your back on the bed with a pillow underneath your hips to keep the mix of cum in you. He pressed his forehead to yours, muttering his sweet praises. "Thank you my beautiful, beautiful darling~"
Seth then turned to the lone unfucked member. "Luka~ It's your turn, but be gentle with her, won't you?" Seth was cheeky, showing off his glistened abs from your squirt earlier to the other members. The King and the other two were seeping with envy, wanting to drown in your overstimulation, but Luka still had his turn to go.
Luka was red in the face, looking at your current state. He was desperate, not touching you for the night except this moment. Frankly, watching the others fuck you so made him greedy. Now… he had you all to himself. Luka would much prefer if you crushed him with your thighs, but you were tired so this time, he was servicing you.
Luka started to roll his hips into yours, his cock simply brushing against your clit. Your walls were hungry, your hips instinctively following Luka's hips. "Luka… please… please fuck me…" You begged, the overstimulation from Seth hitting you hard.
He was a softie towards you, kissing from the edge of your jaw, peppering kisses down to your breasts. In between kisses, he praised you. "Of course YN, my sex goddess… I'd obey every command you give me, my sex goddess…"
His thrusts into you were loving, yet slow. He wanted you to feel good, starting with pushing the tip of his hardened cock in. He made circles with his hips, before stuffing his next inch into you. His tip made love to your sweet spot once you let out a delicious moan, letting him know he was right there. He had to hear those moans over and over again, so he angled his hips to perfectly hit your sweet spot every time, making you scream for the umpteenth time in the night.
His slow, well-paced thrusts at your sweet spot brought you to another high, making you and Luka come at once. He waited for his cock to soften, letting your walls drain him of his semen before he removed himself. The rest of the men marvelled at your full pussy, the slightest hints of white seeping out. Luka's hand accidentally brushed against your lower stomach, the mix of all their cum dripping in thick globs out of your pussy, causing Ray and Sirius to physically groan.
You were well passed out, but the five men surely cleaned you up, and since the fucking was in Ray's room, he had the honor of resting with you for the night. His rest wasn't as peaceful as yours, as he had to bicker with the other officers when and where they'd have all of you for themselves in the night. Ah, such is the difference of 5 egos, but you truly love them all the same.
A King of Gold Silk and Rubies (Lancelot Kingsley x Reader)
Fandom: Ikemen Revolution
Pairing: Lancelot Kingsley x Reader
Prompt: Against the wall | Uniform kink & “Do you really think it’s a good idea to tease me like that?” (additional slight breeding kink)
Warning: Smut! Minors DNI!!!🔞
Intended Audience: Female Audience
Word Count: 2,405
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Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Revolution or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.
Author’s Note: I did it! After scrapping what I was originally writing for this prompt just a few hours ago, I managed to crank this thing out. I’m pretty proud if I do say so myself. Please enjoy day 17 of @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptations event.💕
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You felt him before you saw him, Lancelot’s presence buffeting your back as he swept up behind you in a golden streak of red and white. His fingertips brushed yours in a cool, barely-there touch of skin against skin. “Do you really think it’s a good idea to tease me like that?” he murmured in your ear, the heat of his breath sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.
You didn’t bother restraining your soft moan as you turned to peer up at him from beneath your lashes, a sweet smile on your red lips. “Whatever do you mean, darling?”
Blue eyes narrowing, his arm tried to snake around your waist, but you spun away, predicting the movement as you disappeared back into the melee with a laugh over your shoulder.
The ballroom glittered under the light of the chandeliers, members of Red territory’s most prominent families gathered beneath their glow. You’d been told this was the most important social event of the year where parents tried to match their daughters to the eligible young bachelors of the Red Army and each house either rose or fell in favor with the Kingsley family. You’d also been told that you would fall under immense scrutiny and criticism as an outsider - one who had stolen the king’s heart at that. Everything you said and did needed to be perfect, lest you bring a world of silent scorn and mockery upon yourself. No pressure.
Of course, Lancelot looked nothing less than dashing in his dress uniform, a king made of gold silk and rubies, born and bred for situations like these. Already, countless women had tried to throw themselves at the young king, each one bolder than the last as they clung to his arms with painted claws and begged him for a single dance with a flutter of their lashes, smiles promising more if he so desired.
It was almost comical the way they had fallen away when you had swept through the massive double doors, swathed in gold, red, and white silk. A confidence you hadn’t known you’d possessed had guided your steps as you strode into the ballroom, skirt trailing gracefully behind you as your eyes, lined in black and dusted in gold, had met and held your lover’s. The expense and design of your dress, the patterns adorning the rich fabric subtly matching those on Lancelot’s own uniform, as well as the large, gold, crested ring on your finger clearly marked you as the king’s woman, and people moved out of your way even as they stared, a murmur going through the crowd at your entrance.
A rare smile had curled at Lancelot’s lips as he offered his hand to you, the last of his admirers slinking away in hopeless defeat as your fingers slid naturally into his, hands meeting and twining only as lovers did.
“Did I keep you waiting?” you’d asked, unable to help the nervous glance you cast down at yourself.
Catching your chin, he’d brought your face back up to his, his lips caressing your knuckles too long to be considered proper. ‘Keep your eyes on me,’ his eyes said as he smiled. “You’re perfect.”
From there, the evening had been a constant stream of people lining up to meet the king’s lover, to gauge whether it would be worth it to try currying favor with you. You couldn’t remember ever having your hand taken so often, not missing the way Lancelot’s grip tightened just a little more on your waist every time another man kissed your hand, bowing in greeting. “Where did you grow up?” some wanted to know. “What does your father do?” from others. “What family are you from?” they all wanted to know though.
Your respite came when the orchestra finally began to play, striking up a waltz from their place on the far side of the room. Leading the other couples, Lancelot had led you out onto the dancefloor with gentlemanly grace, drawing coos and applause from some of the spectators as he pulled you into his arms. That, however, was where the teasing began…
“Are you okay?” he’d murmured quietly in your ear as he led you through the steps of the waltz he’d taught you, your dress flaring around you as you spun.
“I’m okay,” you sighed happily, letting him spin you again. You couldn’t hide your overjoyed, lovestruck smile as you returned to his arms. “You’re with me.”
Subconsciously, the hand at your waist pulled you closer even as you pressed yourself against him, pelvises meeting as the space required for polite company disappeared. Your breasts, caged within the confines of the low cut of your gown, met his chest, and your thigh brushed his groin on a turn, drawing a low, warning growl from the man even as his fingers tightened on your hip. You’d met the heat in his eyes with equal measure, the air around you seeming to shimmer as your vision filled with him. Your hand curled into the extravagant fur of his mantle, fingers petting black and white mink, a question and an invitation in your touch.
The moment lingered even as the song dissipated, final notes echoing through the room as the audience applauded and couples broke up in search of new partners for the next dance. His arms released you reluctantly as you pulled away and curtsied, letting another man take your hand for the next dance.
You’d only seen him in brief flashes through the crowd after that but your entire body felt him, your heart thumping in your chest and your nerves standing on end. Little did you know, you were driving him just as crazy. Lancelot had established his claim over you - that much was clear from your attire, from the ring with his family crest adorning your finger - but an unfamiliar feeling still welled in his chest. He was suddenly too hot beneath this ridiculous clothing, too restricted.
He’d managed to steal up behind you for a second, tried to catch you and drag you away for an intimate moment, but you’d managed to slip from his arms, dancing away with a sparkle in your eye. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, oh yes, and you were going to pay for it.
The rest of the night passed uneventfully, almost disappointingly so. More people to greet, more dancing. You’d thought that Lancelot would make another move to spirit you away and have his way with you, but he did no such thing, humoring the various aristocrats that bowed and scraped around him until the last carriage had departed.
Looking back, you guessed he’d meant to lure you into a false sense of security, because it was when you were walking back to your bedroom, a somewhat disappointed pout on your lips, that he made his play.
The air left your lungs on a gasp as your back hit the wall, the sound too loud in the silence of the hallway. You hadn’t even heard his footsteps as you turned the corner, your gaze on your feet instead of what was in front of you. Pools of blue filled your vision, a familiar body pressing flush against yours as Lancelot pinned you to the wall. Your heart gave an excited thrill in your chest and you hardly dared breathe, lest he pull away and leave you aching for him all over again.
“Jump,” was all he said instead, wrapping his hands around your thighs. You complied automatically, legs wrapping around his waist and grinding the bulge in his trousers directly against your covered core. A surprised gasp escaped you at the contact, glancing down with wide eyes as your lover began to move against you, the heat in his eyes growing with each roll of his hips.
“L-Lancelot, ah...we...we’re in the hallway...oh!...p-people could...people could come by and see…”
He blinked lust-hazed eyes at you. “I don’t care.”
“What? Oh!” You moaned as he hiked you up higher in his arms, his erection grinding harder against your rapidly dampening panties. A pulse was starting to form in your lower belly, an ache in your pussy.
“I don’t care,” he repeated, panting with need. “I’m going to take you right here and now.”
“But-!” You yelped as cold fingers curled into your panties, pulling them to the side. He stroked you lovingly, gathering your arousal on the pads of his fingers and dipping his index finger past the tight ring of your entrance. His hand came away soaked, a smirk on his lips as he brought the digits to his mouth, sucking your taste off of them with a moan.
The sight left you absolutely weak, a rush of arousal dripping down your inner thighs, and you were sure your knees would have given out if you had been standing. Just like that, the last of your restraint flew out the third story window. He trusted you to free him from the confines of his pants as he held you up, your fingers struggling clumsily on the ridiculously intricate metal of his belt buckle before finally accomplishing your task.
Lancelot groaned as your hand wrapped around his pulsing cock, his pants shoved down to just below his balls. The crown on his head finally slipped off, hitting the carpet with a muffled thump and rolling away a few paces, forgotten.
A snarl ripped from him when you tried to stroke him, making you squeak when he thrust his hips against you viciously. Releasing his cock, your hands flew to his shoulders, grasping handfuls of his mantle in your balled fists. You watched breathlessly, letting him do as he pleased as he angled himself against your weeping hole. A shiver wracked your form as the thick head breached your entrance, a soft exhale of “fuck” leaving your lover as he tilted his head back to peer at you.
“Relax,” he purred, kissing up your neck. The ferocious lion of a few seconds ago crooned sweet nothings into your ear now, lips leaving a fiery trail along your jaw. “Let me in.”
The moment he felt the tension leave your muscles, welcoming him, Lancelot plunged the rest of the way into you, a beautiful cry of his name ringing down the hall as his cock split your walls. He allowed you a moment to adjust, bodies heaving against each other, and then he pulled his hips back, fucking you right there where anyone could chance upon you.
Lancelot filled you so perfectly you barely knew what to do with yourself as he thrusted into you over and over again, leaving you a writhing mess in his arms as your back arched, your lips meeting his in a hard, sloppy kiss. The erotic squelch of his cock drilling into your pussy filled your ears; heaven forbid anyone was close enough to hear.
Grasping your ass, he pulled you down on him harder, bouncing you on his cock with single minded need. It had yet to be announced, but soon everyone would know that you were his soon-to-be wife, queen consort to the King of the Red Army. He wouldn’t let anyone talk badly about you or your lack of what they considered “proper” connections and breeding, lest they incur his eternal and unmerciful wrath. You were the one he was going to spend his life with, the only woman he would ever love. You were the one who was going to carry his heirs, to give him a family.
The sudden thought of you swollen with his child made him groan, head falling against your shoulder as he stuttered, nearly losing himself inside of you right then and there. Not yet. His eyes closed as he tried to regain some sense of control. Not until he’d made you cum on his cock.
“Lancelot?” you questioned breathlessly, wrapping your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through soft blonde hair.
Chuckling, he looked up at you again, the love in his gaze making your heart swell. “You just feel too good,” he excused, his pace picking up again. “I almost lost myself there for a second.”
“Mmm, ahh, okay,” you sighed, head tilting back for his ease of access to your neck and shoulder. Each mark he left throbbed pleasantly, proof of his love dotting your skin, and the coil in your belly tightened a little more, closer and closer to that edge. “I-ah...Lancelot, I’m...oh!” A lewd moan erupted from somewhere deep inside of you as the angle of his thrusts changed, the blunt head of his cock ramming against your g-spot. “Right there!”
“You’re getting tighter,” he observed, rolling into you deeper, harder. “Are you going to cum all over my cock?”
“Yes! Yes, just...mmh!...don’t stop!” You cried out when teeth scraped the top of your breast, a hand leaving your behind for just a moment to pull the bodice of your dress down. A hot mouth immediately encased your freed nipple, biting and sucking until the nub was red and puffy.
“Cum,” he ordered, blowing cool air against the sensitive flesh. Blue eyes flicked up to you and you mewled as the tip of his tongue darted out to flick your nipple. “Cum all over my cock.”
And with a last rough shove you did, your legs locking him in place as you screamed. His cock slammed against your cervix and stayed there as your walls clamped down on him, milking him for all he was worth. Teeth sunk into your neck, muffling his roar as he released against the entrance of your womb. It wasn’t clear anymore where he ended and you began, too entwined in each other as he filled you with his seed.
His hair tickled your cheeks as you came down from your pleasure, his damp forehead pressed against yours. “I love you,” he whispered, lips brushing yours. Half-lidded eyes drank in your post-sex expression greedily, basking in your afterglow.
“I love you too,” you replied, smiling softly. His hand brushed through your hair, and you let him guide your face to the crook of his neck, trusting him to carry you to your shared room even as his cock remained nestled comfortably inside of you. You knew much more awaited you when you got to the bedroom, but you hoped he would keep the uniform on for it all.
Day 4 of @voltage-vixen‘s ‘Tis the Season for Smut
Prompt: Snowed in during a holiday getaway
Summary: When heavy snow comes down and leaves Kyle and Alice stuck in his childhood house, they find ways to keep warm
Warnings: nsfw content below the cut; minors dni - nipple play, thigh humping, creampies, dirty talk, unprotected sex
“Looks like we’re going to have to stay the night,” Kyle announced, walking in through the front door and making his way towards the fireplace. “All this snow has stopped carriage rides and it’s too heavy to walk back to the barracks in this weather.”
Alice came behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling her face into his clothed back. “Is that okay with your parents?”
Alice and Kyle had taken a day off from work to visit his parents and help administer treatment to the citizens of Cradle who have been feeling poorly due to the weather change. They were just having dinner when Mr. Ash had looked out the window and saw the snow coming down in blankets of white.
“Yeah, it’s fine. Just as long as I help him shovel the walkway tomorrow.” Kyle turned in Alice’s grip so her head was against his chest. “Guess that'll help me build up some muscle.”
A shiver ran through Alice’s body and she burrowed further into Kyle’s embrace. “Can I borrow a sweater or something from your room? I’m just so cold.”
Kyle was quiet for a moment before he released Alice from his embrace and crossed the area to his father’s liquor cabinet. He pulled out two shot glasses and filled them to the brim before handing one to his girlfriend. “Drink up, it’ll make you warmer.”
She narrowed her eyes playfully at Kyle before they clinked glasses and quickly downed the amber liquid that matched his eye color. “Are you sure this isn’t just an excuse to get drunk?”
Kyle slung his arm around Alice’s shoulders, his mood already brightening with a little bit of alcohol in his system and he rubbed his nose affectionately against her own. “I’m always looking for an excuse to get drunk. But seriously, alcohol raises your body temperature. You should,” a hiccup interrupted his sentence. “You should believe me, I’m a doctor.”
Alice laughed, patting him on the chest before taking the bottle from his hand and setting it back in the cabinet. “Alright Doctor Ash, let’s head up to bed.”
Kyle led Alice up the stairs to his old bedroom and as she flitted around ooh-ing and aww-ing over pictures of Kyle growing up and some of the more sentimental stuff his mother hadn’t boxed up after he moved into the army.
As she set down the last picture frame of a toothless Kyle showing the camera a big smile, she turned to find him lounging on his small double bed, gazing at her with half-lidded eyes and an affectionate smile. “What is it?” Alice asked, going to sit on the side of the bed next to him.
“Still cold?” Kyle’s warm hand settled on her back and she shivered at the seemingly innocent touch.
“Maybe a little,” she said, biting her lip as her eyes met his own. Despite him only taking a shot, his cheeks were slightly rosy and his eyes had a glassy look to them.
“Well, as your doctor I have to say I’d hate to have to amputate any of your appendages because you got frostbite.” His hand started rubbing circles on her back and she relaxed into his touch. “Lucky for you, I have a solution.”
“And what’s that, doctor?” Alice’s heartbeat picked up at his more sultry tone of voice and she struggled to maintain her normal speaking voice.
“Well, I have read that your body heat transfers to someone faster if they’re both fully undressed.” The dopey smile crossing over Kyle’s face was enough to make Alice giggle.
“Oh really? Maybe we’ll have to test that theory.” Kyle’s hand slipped under the back of her blouse and the area he touched warmed instantly.
His other hand lazily snaked around her body and he struggled to undo the buttons with one hand making Alice laugh out loud. She teasingly batted his hand away and undid the rest of the buttons, her shirt falling open and dropping to the floor as Kyle’s hands deftly unhooked her bra.
She stood up then, sliding her skirt and stockings down her legs as Kyle quickly made work of undressing himself. Once they were naked, they both cuddled in quickly under the thick blanket laying atop Kyle’s bed.
Alice’s nipples were hard from the cold and when they rubbed against Kyle’s forearm she moaned out. Kyle’s mouth dropped open and he quickly covered her mouth with his large hand. “Quiet, baby. Or I’ll find a way to keep you quiet.”
His husky voice went straight to her core and she clenched around nothing, her heartbeat quickening as Kyle started pinching one of her peaked nipples. His previously glossy eyes seemed more clear and he had a small smile on his face as Alice shook beneath him.
Without saying anything, Kyle nudged open her legs with his thigh and he rested his bare leg against her wet entrance, urging her to grind on it and help relieve her of some pleasure. His hand that had been covering her mouth was replaced with his own mouth and his hand went down to pinch and pull at her other nipple.
The whimpers escaping her mouth into his own was like its own winter symphony and if they didn’t have to stay quiet, he would have released her lips and let her sing out as loud as she wanted.
“Kyle, I need…” she panted out quietly against his lips, her whole body heaving against his normally clumsy hands. “More. Please.”
Kyle’s lips trailed down to her neck and he suckled a spot there for a second before teasingly biting the sensitive area. “Since you asked so nicely.”
He removed his leg from her wet core and threw the heavy blanket to the ground. In the dim moonlight, he could see his thigh glistening from her juices and he stopped to admire it for a moment before her eager hands traced up his chest.
Lining his shaft up at her entrance, Kyle pressed his body against Alice’s, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “Normally I love hearing you, but tonight, I’m gonna have to keep you quiet.” His lips covered hers then as he pushed himself into her wet warmth and Kyle bit her bottom lip to keep himself from groaning out.
He started in at an even pace, but between the alcohol and the cold and the feeling of every single one of her curves pressing against his body, his pace picked up quickly as he pounded Alice in his childhood bedroom, the bed creaking obscenely under their bodies.
“Kyle,” she breathed out, her eyes closing as his lips trailed kisses down to her neck once again, sucking another spot into her unblemished skin. “So good,” she whispered, one of her hands leaving his back to reach down and rub her protruding clit. “So close,”
Kyle nudged her hand away, his thumb flicking at her clit as his thrusts became deeper while he started to chase his release. “Pretty girl,” he said lowly. “Come on my cock,” One more touch to her clit and she clenched tightly around his dick, her chest heaving as his thumb rubbed slow circles on her clit and he continued thrusting into her. “You look so good like this, coming undone on my dick.”
Her eyes opened and met his own and he gave her one of his signature smiles. She reached up, grabbing his jaw and pulling Kyle down to kiss her once more. “Please Kyle, I want you to cum in me,”
That one little plead was all it took for him to come with one final thrust, his semen coating her warm walls and he held her to him tightly, whispering her name over and over again as his body convulsed and throbbed against her.
Once his body relaxed, Kyle leaned over and grabbed the blanket he had tossed to the floor and covered their naked bodies. He was still inside her, but she was so tight and warm and felt so good that before he could even think of moving, his eyes were drooping closed and his head dropped to the pillow and she pushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes.
“Well, I’d say your theory is correct. I’m not cold anymore.” Alice said before her eyes closed, following her boyfriend to dreamland.
Event: ‘Tis the season for smut challenge hosted by @voltage-vixen
Day 3: “Kiss me under the mistletoe”
Pairing: Luka x Alice | Ikemen Revolution
Content: NSFW (lemon), 18+, established relationship, teasing, fingering, intercrural sex.
Word count: 2.230
A/N: I got inspiration from the preview of Luka’s drama CD for this. I’m not happy with how the other Black Army members turned out, they may be a bit out of character, and I feel there’s not enough fluff in this, but Luka deserves more love so here it goes.
Alice takes a few deep breaths and feels her cheeks flush a darker shade of red under Seth’s mischievous smirk. His words still echoing in her mind, she looks back out the door to the training grounds and finds Luka almost immediately.
“Alice, don’t you think Luka deserves a reward for all his hard work?” He had said upon finding her under the door’s threshold. “Look where you are standing ☆” He pointed upwards, and the mistletoe and his words started swirling in her mind, leading her to her current state.
It’s not that they keep the fact that they are dating a secret from others, they are rather proud about it and never waste time complimenting the other in front of any members of the Black Army. PDA, however, was something they still were struggling with in their relationship. None of them was against it, but they didn’t know how to act naturally around each other when they had an audience. Alice being the only woman living with them, she couldn’t help but feel that being a bit more physical with Luka would be disrespectful. Luka had agreed with her, but for him, that wasn’t the whole truth. Anything other than a quick peck on the cheek seemed like a threat to him, afraid as he was of the others being even more aware of Alice’s incredibly sensual femininity. In all the time they had been together, he had only allowed himself to lower his guard whenever he drank a bit too much, and that usually meant everyone else was too busy having fun to pay attention to the lovebirds.
Alice continues looking out to the training grounds, observing Luka’s agile movements when he corrects some of his soldiers and shows them the right way to swing the sword, how to step and twist their bodies for efficiency. His hair flutters slightly around his face, and Alice can’t help but notice the way his trousers tighten against his muscles.
A whistle rings through the air, signalling it is time to take a break. Most of the soldiers walk about the grounds, slumping down in groups. Today is a special day since not all of the Chosen Thirteen and their troupes are practising together. Only Luka, Sirius and Ray’s men are gathered there for intensive training. The war over, they had decided to change their training strategies and have more individualised supervision. Luka is talking with Sirius and Ray when he spots Alice and his face comes to life, making the King and Queen of Spades turn to look at what he has found, even if they already knew it had to be Alice. He only showed those reactions with her.
“Looks like your sweetheart is coming here ☆ What will you do, Alice?” Seth hums cheerfully, smiling at her.
Alice feels a rush of adrenaline running through her, and isn’t sure anymore if she is not moving from her place under the mistletoe because of her resolve or because she is so nervous she cannot even move. Luka jogs to her.
“Hey.”
“Hi,” she replies in a weird voice, her throat betraying her. Luka furrows his brows noticing the weird way she is acting, how she is avoiding his gaze now, and the blush on her face makes him look at Seth behind her.
“What have you done?”
“Me? Oh, you hurt me, Luka. Why, of course, I haven’t done anything!” Seth moves his hands about him dramatically, swiping his hair back. “And neither has Alice ☆,” he says with a wink.
“What does he mean?” His voice sounds softer now that he is speaking to her.
Before Alice can find the resolve to answer, Sirius and Ray approach them.
“Are we in time for the show or have we already missed it?” Ray’s voice startles Luka, focused as he was on her. Upon hearing his words, Luka turns around and searches for an answer in Sirius’s face, who moves his head upwards.
Luka freezes when he sees both Alice and him are standing directly underneath the mistletoe. He then hears the chuckles of everyone except Alice, who is now looking at her feet, regretting having gathered that much attention.
“Oh, come on, Luka, don’t tell us you don’t know what you’re supposed to do under a mistletoe either.” Ray presses forward, teasing him further than he has ever done.
The youngest feels his jaw tensing and his shoulders squaring, ready to fight someone. When he comes back from his sudden rage, he sees Alice standing in front of him and immediately relaxes. However, she keeps avoiding making eye contact with him, which he finds strange. Usually, they always offer support to one another whenever someone teases them for being together, but he feels she isn’t there with him now.
Feeling embarrassed under so many eyes, Alice decides to start looking for the fastest way out of that situation. Instead of regretting her actions, she looks back up at Luka and takes a deep breath.
“Luka,” she calls his name, her voice now back to normal, “will you…kiss me under the mistletoe?”
The whistles that erupt around them don’t fully register in their minds, now lost in a world only for the both of them.
Luka sees longing and anticipation in her eyes, a desire that she usually only shows him in the privacy of his room. Seeing her making that expression out in the open for everyone to see ignites something in him. He reaches for her cheek and takes a step forward, their noses touching. His other hand now resting on her waist, he waits until she closes her eyes to press his lips to her.
That’s where Alice expected the kiss to end. Heck, that’s where all of them expected their kiss to end, but Luka moves the hand that was resting on her cheek to her waist, pulling her even closer to him, until she can feel his belt pressing onto her. A hand slides to her lower back then, gently gracing the upper part of her bottom. The sensation makes Alice open her mouth in surprise, but she catches herself in time to not gasp audibly. Luka takes the chance to kiss her hungrily, opening and closing his lips to enclose hers repeatedly, as if he is eating her. The movements of their lips slow down and they pull back.
“Well, our Luka is all grown up now,” Sirius says breaking the silence.
“Congratulations~☆!” Seth sings out.
Luka sees Alice’s quivering parted lips and takes her hand before anyone can say anything else.
“If you’ll excuse us.” He leads her inside the building, to what he hears shouts behind him.
“Don’t be late for training!” Ray warns.
When they enter Alice’s room, Luka corners her against the door, elbows to each side of her face.
"You knew what you were doing."
Alice trembles slightly, faced with the ferocious tone she has heard very few times coming from him.
"You did it on purpose," he continues, his eyebrows now furrowing, showing her the Luka she is used to. “Why?” The whisper tickles her ear. Luka nuzzles his nose in her neck and breathes her scent.
Alice tries to come up with an answer, a reason, an excuse, but all she can think of is the wetness that is pooling in her underwear.
“You’re also responsible for this,” she finally says under her breath. Luka moves back to look at her, demanding an explanation. “Well, you could’ve rejected me…” she looks down and Luka immediately pulls her chin up to look her in the eyes.
“How am I going to reject my girlfriend? The most beautiful woman on Earth?” Luka’s face is serious. Alice laughs lightly and places her hands on his chest.
“You should’ve seen the face you were making, waiting for me to kiss you.” She sees his eyes changing, going from sweet and gentle to becoming the cage to his desire. “I want to be the only one seeing this face, this side of you.” He kisses her ferociously and Alice feels like he could swallow her whole.
Their tongues intertwine and Luka’s right hand trails downward. He quickly breaks the kiss to bend slightly and pull up Alice’s skirt.
“I really want you right now.” It is a statement, but it also holds a question inside.
“Me too.”
His hand travels now up her right thigh and touches her over her already wet underwear.
“Was my kiss under the mistletoe that good?” He kisses her lips sloppily, not allowing her to answer. His fingers play with her clit deftly, earning a moan from her. He pulls her underwear aside but suddenly pulls his hand away, breaking the kiss. Alice sees him get a handkerchief out of his trousers and spit on it, rubbing his fingers.
“Gotta have clean hands to touch my princess.” Luka smiles and licks her open lips. Then he sucks two of his fingers and she finds the gesture intoxicating.
He puts the handkerchief away and sneaks a hand under her skirt, pulling on her underwear and tracing her slit. Alice lifts her leg to rest against his waist, allowing him better access, granting him all the permission he needs. Luka pokes her entrance and inserts one finger, slowly pumping it inside of her. He then inserts another, and when he’s deep inside he stills his hand. Alice continues kissing him, but after a few moments pass, his hand is still not moving. Her walls clench around his fingers, trying to prompt him into action. He continues kissing her like nothing, and Alice whimpers.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
She clenches again, and when he still doesn’t move, she clenches even harder.
“Do you want me to finger you?”
She nods, eyes pleading.
“But you were so unfair.” He smiles softly, and the contrast between his sweet tone and the lack of friction makes her heart jump. “I want to be unfair too,” he whispers against her neck and follows by pressing wet kisses until he reaches her blouse. Then, Luka uses his teeth to caress her skin over her clothes until he reaches her nipple, now poking from underneath her bralette and blouse. He gently traces it with his bare teeth before sinking his mouth and sucking. Alice moans and clenches around his still fingers, fists balled around his uniform. When he feels her hands trembling, her walls still tight around him, he pulls his mouth away from her body.
“I can’t take it anymore,” Luka pants. He scissors his fingers a couple of times and feels her walls relax enough to pull out. He repositions her underwear, lowers the leg that had been resting on his hip and grabs her waist.
“Turn around for me.”
"Luka, the condoms are in your room.” Alice turns to look at him, her palms resting on the door.
"What, you think I only know one way of making love to you?" Luka pulls her skirt up and thrusts her waist towards him, making her bend and expose her ass to him.
She hears frantic rustling and soon feels him pulling down her underwear, his hard cock sliding between her legs.
“You’re lucky, I cannot tease you anymore today.” He moves his hips, and his cock starts rubbing against her clit. She sneaks a hand down to press his cock further into her flesh, making the sensation more intense.
“Luka,” she moans his name, finally relaxing into his body now that she feels him thrusting with all the vigour she had been craving.
Luka swipes her hair to one side and presses several kisses to her neck, feeling her quick pulse.
“Can you hold yourself up?” Her head doesn’t move, so he lifts his hands from the door to better support her body. One goes to fondle her chest, the other to squeeze at her butt cheek. Alice starts squirming against him, her breath now irregular. Luka presses harder against her body, his pace so fast the sound of flesh against flesh is only overcome by the door vibrating in its hinges. Their minds fogged by the growing pleasure they feel, they moan loudly. There’s no space for worrying about being heard when their love is so important.
“Luka! Ah… ah, I…”
“I love you Alice,” Luka grunts through clenched teeth, his nostrils flaring.
“I lo-ove you, Luka!”
He finishes seconds before her, feeling his seed spilling against the palm of her hand while still thrusting is the final push that makes Alice reach her peak. He feels her tremble in his arms, her lips completely soaked still pressed against his cock make him lightly perceive the rhythmic clenching going on inside her.
Luka kisses her neck, ear and shoulder before slowly freeing her from his embrace.
“Maybe PDA isn’t so bad if it leads to this,” she says smirking back at him, stilling herself against the door, her breathing now returning to normal.
“Oh, don’t you dare, Alice.” He zips his trousers and grabs at her waist to turn her body towards him, gently hugging her. “I won’t always have to come back to training. Are you sure you want to take that risk?” His words make her imagine hours of teasing and lovemaking, and her core shakes.
“Meet me tonight after dinner?” She pleads, hoping Luka wasn’t planning on prioritizing his insane training schedule.
“Anything you ask, Alice.” He gives her the sweetest and lightest of pecks. “I’ll come later to get your clothes.” She looks at him confused.
“I messed them up, I should be the one cleaning them,” he says with a hand on the doorknob.
When he leaves, she feels the fabric of her blouse and skirt clinging to her where Luka has loved her. A content sigh leaves her lips.
A/N: I ended up editing a scene in favour of realism and security (once I thought of Luka’s hands after training I couldn’t unsee the dangers - washing your hands before sex is necessary, stay safe and healthy, everyone~)
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Warnings: cock-warming, exhibitionism, polyamory, double vaginal penetration, (heavy on) breeding kink, Kyle needs to be paid double triple of whatever your government is paying him, Kingsley!
Summary: A guide, and careful calculation, to producing successors to Cradle’s most powerful, beloved Kings (and their one Queen).
Author’s Notes: 😂😂😂 For your bravery in owning your kinks out and loud, please let me throw two extra kinks your way, @queen-dahlia. There is a lot of horn and plans around breeding here, dirty talk about filling up and all-centric on making her pregnant [Alice is equally eager], so if any of that sounds like it is not your cup of tea, please feel very free to click away!
[Requests are open, up till the 11th of July, dear readers, if you’d to pop in and ask for something. Happy Reading!]
It is an important and singular night, they’d discussed as much. On numerous occasions; being pressed in between their bodies in loving, protective embraces, or when she had them pressed deep inside her body. The three of them tuned into staccato, desperate bursts of movements until all they sought for, was the break of her pleasure, and in that; theirs.
Lancelot’s wish had been the first she’d heard, out of her two. His face marked in exhaustive — flushed exertion — perspiration, as he pulled back out, languid, then pushed back in. Aligning their foreheads until she’d felt the fever of his heat on her skin, and then, imbued in his desire, “I wish to make a mother of you, Alice.”
That night had ended with their sounds bursting and interweaving into the humid stillness, with the clamp of her around their cocks, deep, until they’d spurted into her. Pressed into a tumble of heat and kisses.
They’d talked it over, later on, in much more sensible spaces and with not fogged minds, and decided upon the course of peace in their lands and of their lives. Her Kings were made aware — and the three had discussed, in great length — of her menstruation cycles and fertility period, all with an expert doctor’s opinion, on hand, at all times. A stimulating experience, and an anticipation: the mere thought of it.
What she had not expected was their attending clinician Kyle’s visit to the Kings’ common office at that very moment, to discuss the withdrawal of their contraceptive methods and his prescription for a couple vitamins and guidelines in regards to certain medications. A regular check-in, a norm that she’d come to expect, over the course of their few days, with their new goal in mind.
She had not been prepared to greet Kyle in her... extremely indisposed position, seated and squirming atop Ray’s cock as Kyle had continued to list down precautions and measures they could take during the period of their ‘trial intercourse’, from across the single, merciful barrier of an intricate, carved worktable in between them. A mere piece of wooden barrier obstructing the doctor’s gaze from their obscene display.
A brush of gloved digits across her hip, in a soothing stroke once, was all the acknowledgement Ray had afforded; the heat of his hand she’d still felt through the material of her skirt smoothed wide across her lap and over him, hiding her desire and shame, from view.
Lancelot, seated a few paces away, hadn’t let his gaze stray from hers throughout the entire ordeal, except for when cool cerulean rolled, inscrutable, down across the flare of her skirt — she’d twitch every time it did — before sweeping back towards her.
Her Kings, intent on being entirely meticulous in preparing her for themselves. They’d told her, that they intended on seeing her cared, very well for, during this important period — even more so than usual, far more than she could take — they seemed intent on seeing their promise through.
Kyle’s parting gaze had been mild questions unanswered, but she could not bring herself to spare any more care to anyone not Ray or Lancelot.
The moment the door clicks shut, in finality and much needed privacy, Ray’s hips heave upwards, jostling a broken shriek from her throat. “This is what you wanted, yeah? You’ve been soaking all over me, ever since he walked in.” Gripping and crushing the very words out of her, with the gentle yet relentless grind of his hips. Ray does not sound displeased; more tickled. “Clearly, the doctor’s input has been much help.”
A soft, disapproving exhale breaks through Ray’s quiet laughter, “That’s enough from you,” Lancelot speaks, rising from his seat. “I believe she’s been adequately prepared. Let us return to our chambers.” His eyes capture hers for a swift second before finding Ray’s. “I tire of our senseless wait.”
“Always so serious, our stoic lord.” Ray’s whisper is but fleeting memory within her ear, but he complies, plucking her off of his lap and into his arms before striding towards their bedroom.
The crook of Lancelot’s thumb across her rim is anything but uncomfortable and her body begs for him to be made aware in that knowledge as it visibly tries — only tries — and clamps around the intrusion of him. She — regrettably — fails. Her magnificent King is upon his knees on the floor, the carpet beneath, spread just as wine-red and sinfully soft, as the flow of his cape across his back. He genuflects at her side, by the edge of the bed. As if at utter comfort, in between her legs, as she is spread — her thighs thrown wide and welcoming — without shame or cover.
Lancelot fits a second finger from his opposite hand, to stretch her open once more, the slick she feels slosh out of her leaves her crimson in the cheeks. Seated beside her laid form is Ray, boyish delight and mischievous love within noble features, “How is she? Perfect, no?” He shapes it a question but Ray is certainly not asking; his tone well-pleased and pleasant. He lets her own stray hand reach for — blind and needing — to grasp his cock. Still slick from when she left him that way, nails scraping down across the underside of his shaft and he trembles.
“She’s wet,” Lancelot comments, matter-of-fact, moving to insert his fingers into her. She clenches this time round and holds. “You had her stretched around you for hours, and yet she is still so tight.” The statement isn’t condemnation, rather mild admiration served towards his lovers. Lancelot rises to his feet and settles a knee deep into the bed, beside her hip. Towering above, observing. His eyes, flicker, once more to the space of her abdomen and stay. She feels herself clench deep within, in need, at the sight. “Please,” she begs.
Ray treks a careful palm across her temple before cradling her cheek, “You did a fine job, keeping me cozy, kitten. The doctor mentioned you need our sperm viable at moderate temperatures to get you pregnant, yeah?” She moans in response. “The fit was neither too hot, nor cold… you are just perfect. I want to be inside you again.”
“Ray.” She wails.
“Soon,” he promises.
“Alice.” Lancelot’s call is low yet firm, and it settles deep into her belly, where he will too. Soon, she hopes. Sooner, she breathes; her legs cradling around his waist as Lancelot’s hands slip across his belt, unwinding. Releasing himself to settle heavy upon her stomach, right where she thinks her womb might be.
She shatters into another shiver as he aligns himself at her entrance and prods, she almost whines once more, hips rising in unconscious protest to tug, pull. “Breathe, Alice. I need you to breathe.” And then, her Red King obliges, pushing past her resistance, she feels her eyes pop as wide as his intrusion into her, carving deep and up into her every crevice.
Lancelot’s thrusts into her are shallow, testing movements while she scrambles to hold onto his arms, claw at his shoulders for dear life.
From the corner of her vision, she thinks she catches Ray pulling aside Lancelot’s mantle and discarding it to the side. Dragging his own off, in unhurried measure, as if he’s observing a riveting performance unveiling, right in front of him.
And she… is barely coherent after her hours of torturing, steady pleasure upon Ray’s cock; to feel Lancelot moving within her — shallow and not as hard as she wants him yet but still her husband connected. Each superficial thrust grinding his cockhead, it seems against the opening of her uterus. A violation this deep should hurt, but it doesn’t, all except for the ache it siphons out of her to not have him much more further. To not have Ray inside her, together, all three, and be left wanting and empty.
All at once, Lancelot’s pulling himself to the tip in a pleasant, torturous scrap, it drags him against the front of her wall, so intense, she’s clamping hard upon him in release, right before he propels his hips into her in a single, smooth thrust. “We will have other opportunities.” His breath is hot against hers, moments before he buffets her sounds against his tongue, his words she hears before the white-hot spurt of his seed bruises and paints her, “If this is not what gets you with child, we will do it again, as many times as you need it to take root.”
She is not sound anymore, she feels as if she could float out of her mind from the warmth of him but they are not done yet, and Ray makes it known with the way his hands carve beneath her arms to lift and press her onto Lancelot’s front — bared sometime by her Black King, in between their love-making. Her breasts feel swollen, from their earlier ministrations in the day, and the bites Ray left across her pebbled tips still smart with the slick slide of their bodies against each other.
It is unbearably hot and yet, she wants that heat far more, as Ray moves to curve himself against her back, smoothing open-mouthed hunger in kisses across the crescent of her neck.
There is barely a moment to relax before she feels Ray’s nudge along her drenched opening; turning both her and Lancelot to stillness, in want and anticipation — her Red King firm and strong within her once more. Ray murmurs his approval. “You came enough she’s wet and slippery here. More so than before, you both are.” He starts to push at their husband’s base, along with the warble climbing up her throat. “Not doing too badly for yourself, your Royal Highness.” Ray remarks cheerily.
In front, Lancelot’s gaze flitters in a dark, momentary frown; sweeping his fingers beneath Ray’s jaw to hold and tug before he pulses a quick kiss of violence against his mouth, ending on a warning bite of his lip. “Come inside. Quietly now.”
She almost wishes to laugh, because Ray does lose his voice for a moment, before he obeys. “Yeah, okay.” That laugh flees entirely into a groan; Ray having decided to even the odds as he pushes firmer and sudden until she breaks and curves around him as well, the three of them pressing into each other in their intense arousal. A soft curse spilling from Ray’s lips as he begins to move. “So damn wet. Feels… feels good.”
Her time and pleasure following after is a great, dark blur, as her body is moved and loved, cherished and marked, as her Kings please. Ray’s fingers are skittering upon her abdomen while Lancelot’s palms guide against the flare of her hips. Or, the other way around. It’s never quite clear.
“What about growing twins… right here?” It’s Ray who questions, pulsing his fingers deep into her abdomen, she clenches around them both. They groan in unison. “You like the thought of that?” His laughter is silk; exquisite, dangerous and so loving, within her ear. “Cumming so much in you, we really won’t be able to tell if you hold Kingsley’s seed or mine, kitten.”
Lancelot’s fingers are at her hair, tucking sweat soaked locks behind her ear; cerulean now burning with heat within their small, cozy space. “We can have both, and then more, if she wishes. They will be our children, young king, and she will be their mother.” A kiss he lets her chase against his tongue when she moans in enthusiastic consent.
She’s a mere doll now, within their hold, unable to move an inch without their grips and they seem happy to comply, driving into her to chase their combined pleasure. “Take it, Alice and let me see you glow into a mother.”
She twitches, then shrieks, loud into the air as she convulses around them. “Round and so, so swollen, around a Kingsley heir. Give him a new King,” Ray growls.
Their propulsions are hard enough; she feels the exact moment the first spurts of release scorch hot against her walls, forcing her body into acceptance of it all, with no place for escape with how tight they both bind within her.
And with how heavy she feels, deep within her belly; she is hopeful they might just have accomplished their task, after all.
A hum leaves your throat as you escape the kitchen carrying a lemon turnover for the King. He has been working so much lately it has been a while since you've seen him at meals.
Deciding to go through your room instead of using his hall door a noise started you. Your curiosity peaks and you leave the turnover on your coffee table, sneaking to the door that divides the room and see it’s cracked and you sneak a peek. The view leaves you with a barely muffled gasp as a delicious sight greets your eyes and heat rises to your cheek.
The King of Spades is currently tied to the King of Hearts bed, and desire pools in your core. You admire the King of Spades tied up with crimson ribbons, a color he is rarely seen in, but looks good in.
Your eyes connect with Ray's and a near-silent gasp leaves you as you disappear behind the door, not sure how to process the information.
"Alice" Lancelot's voice is firm and slightly raised and you peek back through the door, seeing the red king in just his pants and you bite your lip."Come here." His voice leaves zero room for argument and you bow your head entering the room and stopping before him, your blush has dyed most of your skin as you walk over to him, eyes briefly meeting Ray's before glancing up at Lancelot's. He grasps your chin, eyes meeting yours, and you feel even hotter under his gaze, surprised that you aren't catching fire.
"Instead of staring you can join," Lancelot’s voice has a smirk in it and you blush, eyes searching his before flickering to Ray, seeing the same desire and command in them. When your eyes meet Lancelot's again, his lips crash over yours in a demanding kiss. Your eyes close as you kiss the King back, your body wants to combust under the heat and passion coming from him. Fingers slide along your neck, stopping at your collar to start undone buttons, his tongue exploring your lips before delving in to map out your mouth. Pulling away from the kiss, he trails his lips down your jaw and to your neck, your head going back to give him more access as he nips and kisses his way down your neck to your breasts, kissing the skin as he reveals it. Once your top is unbuttoned, you let it fall to the floor and work on your skirt, Lancelot is preoccupied with your breasts.
“Come now King of Hearts, share her” There is a jealous growl coming from Ray, helplessly trying to get out of the binds he is in. Lancelot pulls off your breast with a hum, finishing undressing you. He pushes you to the bed and you climb on, a little shy because you are just in your panties. Ray’s emerald eyes are filled with lust, he struggles a little as you approach. You lean over and give him a passionate kiss, feeling him groan under you. He bites your lips, getting you to open your mouth so he can explore your mouth and you roll your hips into his.
“Now now Alice, don’t rush anything.” Lancelot warns, hands stilling your hips from rocking. He finishes undressing, watching you and the King of Spades kiss. Finally he slips behind you, hands trailing to your breast as he sucks a mark into your shoulder and back. His lips running down your spine as Ray suddenly lets out a groan. Ray is rocking his hips and you know that Lancelot is touching him. You keep his mouth occupied, muffling the moans from the King of Spades feeling Lancelot play with the edge of your underwear. He snaps it against your core, causing you to moan. Lancelot wastes no time in ripping your underwear off, throwing the damaged fabric somewhere before carefully guiding you down, watching as you slowly envelope Ray’s cock, both of you moaning messes. When you finally sink to the hilt, Lancelot forces you to still, his fingers slipping in next to Ray to stretch you out some more. You moan, lips quickly finding Ray’s again, nipping and tugging his lower lip until he growls, bucking into you as a warning. Lancelot’s fingers leave you and a soft slap of your ass reprimands you.
“Stay still Alice, deep breath” He kisses your neck as you are sandwiched between the two kings. You breathe deep, moaning when you feel Lancelot slowly guide his length alongside Ray’s the fit snug and perfect. A moan leaves your lips, turning into a cry when the Kings start to move, their rhythm stealing your breath.
“Damn Alice, it’s like you were made to take us.” Lancelot praises his mouth right next to your ear, sending shivers of pleasure to your already hardly functioning brain. You whine in response, your brain not able to form any words, and absolutely melting as the pleasure builds in you.
“Good girl Kitten, you feel so good” Ray also encourages against your lips, the Kings slowly increasing their speed causing you to gasp. The pleasure breaks all at once, fogging your brains as you hear both King’s groans, unable to handle the feeling of your walls clenching around them. As the pleasure courses through your brain, you feel both King’s cum, almost in unison, their seed painting your walls as you all ride your orgasms. Lancelot pulls out first, laying next to the two of you and untying Ray. Resting your head against Ray’s chest he wraps his hand around you once they are free and rolls you over so you are on your side facing him.
“You are so amazing Alice” Ray whispers, kissing you again much softer this time, sucking a mark on the opposite side of your neck from Lancelots. Warmth behind you makes you snuggle back against the King of hearts as he reappears on the bed.
“She is amazing and she is all ours” Lancelot’s voice has a voice of finality to it and you settle between the Kings, a smile on your face. You snuggle against Ray’s chest, feeling Lancelot lift your leg so he can wash your core, and let out a contented hum, hands wrapping around your waist and a body to your back, you pass out in the two Kings warmth.
Hmm, is anyone else wondering exactly what Dalim would do to punish you and make you so nice and pliant? My thoughts stray to his extremely long fingers! I am sure that he could make me pliant and Dum with those!
