Authors note: UGH pls this whole things was for jokes bc I can’t really be that ask to make something I feel is good. Teehee. Also I can mischaracterise all I want okay let a girl dream pls. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)
Warning: man it’s like the smallest hint of the nasty freaky stuff
“Babe, you got something on your face. Let me just…” You reach out to your boyfriend, making him look your way by gripping his chin firmly while you flick away a bit of ‘glitter’ from his cheek. “There you go.”
Strike one.
That was just the beginning of your strange behavior today.
“Hey baby, c’mere I wanna kiss…” you call him over from the other side of the kitchen counter, only to yank on his collar and pull him in for one hell of a snog. “Seriously, you have no business looking this good today.”
Strike two.
Just what was up with you today?
You just got home from work, and as he’s about to sit up to see you, you suddenly push him back down onto the couch, mumbling something about how much you “missed him”.
Strike three.
You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to your lips, but then you pause to check out his face.
Perhaps you took this prank too far…
The type to be oddly into it
“…are you hard?”
This snaps your boyfriend out of his thoughts.
He’d never ever ever thought he could find himself in a situation like this. this is the kind of stuff you see in movies, right? I mean, come on!
Just picture how mortifying it is to be turned on from someone mistreating you! It’s pathetic!
He can’t just blurt out, ‘oh hell yeah I’m hard’ in response to that question—why would anyone even think to ask that? What can a guy do in a moment like this except deny it?
“What? N-no!…” He glances away, feeling the weight of your intense gaze. “…maybe?”
When you raise an eyebrow at him, his mask crumbles entirely. There’s no use in pretending.
You’ve already seen right through him, leaving him no option but to retreat into a shadowy corner and disappear.
“Yeah.” He responds, his voice tinged with disappointment. “I…I am.”
Maybe it’s because of the way you handled him like he was nothing that made him so bothered.
Maybe it was the way you looked so desperate to have him that did it for him.
Either way, he’s discovered something about himself he never knew he ever had.
And make no mistake, you were going to exploit this discovery to the fullest.
“Have I told you how much I love you babe?” You pull back from his face after practically devouring it as he stands there, grinning like a lovesick fool, dishes still in hand.
“I think you should tell me more.”
“Wrap up with those dishes, and I’ll give you a demonstration instead.”
Be ready for one hell of a night cowgirl. Wink wink
you call out to him, noticing he seems lost in his phone. Yet, oddly enough, he flinches slightly every time you speak.
This reaction occurs whenever you draw near him, as if your voice startles him, even when you're just a breath away. It’s not that he dislikes your voice; rather, it feels like he’s a bit intimidated by you now.
What happened to the confident guy who was with you just two days ago? Why does he seem to be tiptoeing around you like a child with a fragile toy?
“Y/N…is everything alright?” He approaches you cautiously, maintaining a bit of distance, trying to balance his interest with a hint of hesitation. “You’ve been…um, I just wanted to check—are you upset with me?”
“Upset with you?” You set your phone aside, raising an eyebrow at him. “Why would I be upset? Did you do something wrong?”
That’s the very question he’s grappling with. Your passionate touches and fervent kisses have left him bewildered about your feelings.
Are you so enamored that you can’t help yourself, or are you retaliating for something he might have done? Suddenly, a thought strikes him.
“…If this is about how intense things got last night, I’m sorry, but you did ask for it when I warned you I wouldn’t hold back—” His words are cut short as your hand swiftly covers his mouth.
“No! No that’s—just no. It was a prank babe, a trend I saw online” you say, removing your hand and placing both on his shoulders. “Last night has nothing to do with today or any other day.”
“Not even you complaining about being sore?”
“Not even me complaining about…wait I never did that!”
“Yeah buts it’s easy to tell.”
Charcters: REIGEN, giyuu, giyomei, JEAN, KAGEYAMA, hinata, kuroo, OIKAWA, AKAASHI, geto, NANAMI, Solomon, IZUKU, Diluc, LAIOS, zayne, LAW (Sowy I can see him as both)
The type to also manhandle you
Did you honestly believe you could manhandle him without facing the same treatment in return? Come on this is your boyfriend we’re talking about, In fact, I think he’s thrilled that you can boss him around so effortlessly.
So thrilled that he makes it into a competition
“Okay let’s see who tackles the first person on the bed.” His eyes shine with enthusiasm as he confidently places his hands on his hips. “If I win I get to have my way with you, and if you win, you get to have me have my way with you. Deal?”
You pause for a moment to process his words “…uh, how is that fair?”
“What do you mean?” he replies, brushing off your concern with a grin.
“I think it’s perfectly fair. No matter the outcome, you get a nice little reward, right?” His voice dances with mischief as he nudges you playfully with his elbow, clearly trying to elicit a reaction.
You roll your eyes at him, feigning annoyance, before relenting, “I guess it’s not so bad..”
“Exactly! Now, I’m going to count down. Ready? 3…2…” Before you can fully grasp what’s happening, he lunges at you, tackling you onto the bed before he even reaches 1.
“H-hey! That’s cheating, you can’t do that!” But your protests are ignored, your boyfriend already having you wrapped in his warm embrace, his face buried against your neck.
“This is what you get for how you’ve been treating me today.”
“What are you talking about?” You pause for a moment, though you suspect he’s finally caught on to your little scheme. “You mean me kissing you like any normal woman would with the love of her life?”
“No. Just you touching me all weirdly…”
“Don’t say it like that you make me sound like a perv.”
Screw everything I just said in the intro. If you genuinely think you can manhandle this man and succeed. You’re crazy.
“Hey, come here, you’ve got something—” The moment your hand nears his face, he seizes your wrist, staring at you as if you’ve just committed a serious offense.
“What are you doing?”
“Uh…I’m trying to like get the little speck of glitter off your face.”
“We don’t own glitter?”
“Dust then?” He shoots you a skeptical glance.
“…sure.”
So that was an absolute fail…
But you’re not ready to throw in the towel just yet. No way! You just need to bide your time until nightfall, when he’s all soft and cuddly. That’s when you’ll make your move.
As the evening unfolds and you’re prepping for bed in the bathroom, you catch sight of him reaching for something in the cupboard above you. This is your moment. The time to pull him in close and—
SMACK
“The hell? What was that for?” He rubs his forehead, clearly taken aback by your sudden move.
Who knew kissing your boyfriend could be this complicated? Somehow, you ended up colliding headfirst into him, and now he’s clearly fed up with you.
“That wasn’t how it was supposed to go…” you say with a shy smile, nervously scratching the back of your head. “You alright?”
You gently move his hand away from his forehead to check for any damage, and to your surprise, he lets you.
Wait a minute… you actually moved his hand, and he’s okay with it? Is this manhandling? I think it’s manhandling. It’s manhandling.
“…I did it.”
“Did what?”
“I touched you!”
“??”
Pls stop confusing this man he’s already tired enough.
Reader fashioning their clothing for traversing the dungeon to sort of resemble some kind of creature. Nothing specific, but enough to pass as non-human. Kind of like the origins of dressing up for Halloween to blend in the spirits and monsters.
So when Laios first met you in the dungeon, he was a little disappointed when he realized your silhouette was just the faux creature features you had crafted together. That disappointment was short lived however when you pulled your hood down and he saw you in the light.
Laios is not a love-at-first-sight kind of guy, in fact he’s the type to fall harder while you fell first. He did however think your eyes were very soulful and your costume was so freaking cool oh my gosh.
castle general! reader. post canon. erm. taste kink? idk what its called.
“ugh, laios, can you stop? i feel disgusting.”
he makes a begrudging sound on your shoulder before continuing his assault: licking your sweat off of your skin.
you shake your head, trying to slap his hands off your waist.
“it’s got a peculiar taste. tangy and…” he smacks his lips while he mumbles to himself, like a food critic trying to find the right adjectives. “… so very you.”
you deadpan. “right.”
laios sucks at your nape before moving you on his lap so you’re face to face to each other.
“you owe me a bath. i smell like the training grounds.”
he nods obediently.
“and not this fuckass— cat bath, a proper bath!” you scold.
laios looks up at you from your collar bone, eyes droopy with flushed cheeks.
“mngh.. okay.” he whines.
im fr holding out till season 2 please i need you laios come back home
summary: During your last descent into the dungeons Laios had rescued you from what he thought was non-consensual sex with one of the monsters of the dungeon. His curiosity gives you not only the opportunity to get closer to him, but an opportunity to expose him to another side of the dungeon that you enjoy quite a bit.
word count: 2.8k
warnings: implied past perceived nonconsensual monsterfucking/teratophilia, past mention of double vaginal penetration, past mention of anal sex, past mention of double penetration in both holes, past mention of tentacle fucking, present semi-public hand job, I’ve unintentionally given Laios a praise kink I think, i did intentionally make Laios bisexual, mentions of future consensual teratophilia
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Your last trip to the dungeon had been mostly successful. Nobody had been injured beyond Falin’s healing capabilities and Shuro had complimented your improved accuracy with your bow, there wasn’t much you could actively complain about. You’d succeeded in the task you’d taken in from a shady cloaked stranger at the inn, collecting an additional bounty that would go towards replacing the pieces of your armor that were damaged beyond repair with extra coin left over to get a nice treat in addition to your usual dinner. Tonight it was just you and Laios eating at the tavern, Falin and Marcille heading off to replenish some herbs, Shuro opting to be anywhere but around Laios, and Chilchuck attending to his own matters.
You’d earned a quiet evening to rest before your focus turned to preparing for the next descent into the dungeon. When you said that to Laios, he’d agreed and said he was looking forward to a quiet and relaxing dinner with you.
You learn quickly that he seemed to have a different opinion on what the words “quiet” and “relaxing” meant. He hadn’t come to dinner with maps or an interest in discussing logistics of a future dungeon adventure, no, and you were grateful for that. But you were hoping that he’d leave the incident alone until you’d brought it up. But Laios and Falin operated on significantly different social cues than ninety percent of the rest of the world, so you should’ve realized that he’d want to discuss something of great interest to him as soon as he had the opportunity to.
“I know Falin looked you over, but you’re not feeling any side effects of the…monster, right?”
You had to be grateful that he asked you in a one-on-one setting rather than in front of the whole party. What had happened to you in the dungeon was deeply personal, luckily only he had gone to look for you when you’d disappeared from camp that night so only he saw what had truly happened to your armor and he’d kept it a secret like you’d asked (Falin definitely knew based on the questions she asked before leaving with Marcielle, but she didn’t count).
“Uh, not that I’ve noticed,” you murmur, your gaze fixed on the rice remaining in your bowl that you push around with your spoon. It felt shameful knowing that Laios had seen you in that state, but your mostly empty bowl could not hide you from Laios Touden. He’d finish your rice then keep the bowl so you couldn’t use it as a way to avoid him. “I feel fine.”
Fine was a good word to use. Excellent, even. Truly the only choice you had for a response and it was to his credit that you could say that. You weren’t anything more than fine, the thought of saying you felt great or even just good after what had happened seemed less than normal, but you also weren’t less than fine. He’d gotten you free before any of the intruding tendrils could release much of their spend into your body, the sensitivity in your body had faded just a few hours after your rescue — Laios Touden alone could be credited with the fact that you could manage nothing less than fine.
“Did it hurt?”
If you were any closer to Laios you’d admit your truth, but for now your truth is simply being fine and that was more than enough for you. So you settle for a lie by omission with a simple, “Not really, no.”
“I’m sure you were scared, but you pulled yourself together quickly once you were free.”
“I didn’t have much of a choice. We’ve all got to pull our weight in the dungeon.”
He nods, large fingers drumming against the table in a succession of taps from his pinky to index fingers. Laios liked to keep his hands busy, especially when there was information he was selling but uncertain how to obtain. You spoke to the rest of the party more than Laios, your attraction to him guiding you away from him with the intent of not making a fool of yourself more than you might have already while fighting through the dungeons, but you knew his tells. Falin was always quick to comment on her brother’s quirks, finding herself by your side and always encouraging him to talk with you both only to smile and shrug her indifference when he said he needed to talk to Shuro or Marcielle instead of chatting with you.
“Laios is tapping again, he must have something to ask you,” she’d say, only to be proven correct when he did turn to face you and ask what was on his mind.
Tonight would be no different.
“Can you tell me what it felt like?”
He wanted to know what it felt like? He saw the position you were in, heard the squelching, your cries and moans, and got to clean you up before carrying you back to camp. It was easy to understand why he’d hesitate to ask.
“I don’t think this is a conversation for this setting,” you state, glancing around the bustling tavern to make sure you hadn’t caught any unwelcome ears. Your party was of interest with your consistent success in the dungeon, you didn’t need anyone eavesdropping in the interest of learning secrets and hearing something they certainly shouldn’t.
“Sorry, you’re right. I was just curious.”
“I’m going to get a private bath, I’ll need to scrub away the grime from the dungeon and the monster. You should join me.”
You swear you’d never seen Laios move faster than this moment, standing up so abruptly the chest plate he still wore knocked against the hard wood of the table, gathering the eyes of the other patrons near your table that was tucked away in the corner. A sharp glare has them returning to their meals and conversations, before you’re smiling at Laios as you stand from your seat. His cheeks are pink, his finger scratching at the side of his head as he mumbles something about being a bit too hasty before he’s following you out of the tavern and towards the bathhouse.
The bathhouse lady never gave you any trouble, often giving you a discount on your usage of the private bath after you’d done her a favor in the dungeon a few months ago. However when she sees Laios half a step behind you a knowing eyebrow is raised as she extends the key towards you, to which you tell the teasing old hag to mind her business before you’re pulling Laios along by his wrist.
“You didn’t even pay her.”
“I don’t have to until I’m done.”
“She makes me pay upfront for the public baths.”
“She probably thinks you’re a pervert.”
It was a known practice for bathhouse owners to make known or suspected perverts pay upfront to use the baths, securing their profit in the event their suspicions are confirmed and the pervert has to be kicked out immediately before they can manage to claim the fee for the use of their baths.
“She might be right,” he mumbles, watching as you lock the door behind him and waste no time stripping down to nothing. “You don’t worry about me being a pervert?”
“Laios you’ve seen me in a much more compromising situation,” you remind, looking over your shoulder as you step into the hot pool of water. “Join me, I’ll tell you all about my experience.”
“J-Just don’t look.”
You chose not to comment on how he could watch you be fucked by a dungeon monster, defiling any modesty you could have in his eyes, but you couldn’t watch him undress. Instead you abide by his request, turning your back to the warrior so he could have his perceived privacy and sit on the bench in the water.
He sits beside you shortly after, and you look over at him with a smile that you hope is reassuring. His face is bright red, clearly not the most comfortable but you’re not sure what to do about it since he put himself beside you. There was another seat, an entire bath that he could’ve seated himself around, and he chose to sit beside you.
“The tentacles are a little rough,” you start, choosing to get to the point of what he was interested in rather than dance around it. “They’re ribbed, I think.”
“Did they hurt? I-Inside you, I mean?”
“A little at first. You saw them, they were pretty thick, Laios.” He nods at the response, finally turning his head to look at you as you spoke to him. “They, uh, I think the monster has an aphrodisiac, too. After it went into my mouth, I just wanted more and didn’t feel any other pain until the third.”
“There were four that I counted?”
He shifts beside you, and you catch the minute movement of his arm at his side, and ripples in the water that suggested movement under the surface. Was he getting off to this? You’d always suspected Laios was a bit of a freak, but this was a gift to you if you were right.
After months of lusting after the elder Touden sibling, trying to figure out what he was into and seeking from a partner you’re given quite the tip. You turn more to face him, your own hand moving beneath the surface of the water and meeting his on his shaft. His hands were large, you’d thought about them enough to be able to recall a near perfect image of them, but his hand feels larger while wrapped around his cock – was it that big? Hopefully you’d get to see it for yourself before leaving the bath, but that was up to Laios.
“There were four,” you confirm, keeping your hand on his as he continues to stroke himself slowly. “The first went into my cunt, shortly after the second went into my mouth – really more my throat, if I’m being honest.”
“That deep?”
“They were long and I was pretty helpless with my hands and legs held apart by the tendrils,” you clarify, bringing your other hand to rest on his chest as he nods. “Thankfully I could breathe through my nose, otherwise I probably would’ve passed out or died.”
“Where- uh, where did the third go that it hurt you?”
“Where do you think it went?” Turning the question on him as your lips brush against his jaw seemed like the play, hearing his breath hitch and feeling the muscles in his hand flex as he squeezed his cock at the base. He saw you, he knew where they were and could likely have a clear mental image. “I’ll give you a hint, you stopped the fifth one from joining it.”
“Have you ever had something in your ass before that?”
“We’re talking about this event, not prior ones,” you scold, pulling your hand from his and leaning in more to cup his sac. “But have you?”
“I was in the military, men like to explore sometimes.”
You appreciate the honesty, rewarding him with a gentle squeeze to his sac that has him groaning before you kiss him. Laios would definitely be a fun lover to have, and he was a lover you wanted to have and hold onto for a long time. He was a competent and capable man, not always sure of himself but not afraid to rely on his companions to fill any gaps in his ability to complete the task ahead of him. He was strong, protective, someone you trusted to keep you safe – and clearly he trusted you too.
“The fourth in your pussy, did you like being full like that?”
You answer honestly, telling him that your brain felt pretty empty but your body enjoyed it greatly. Being full of two thick tentacles, one fucking in while the other pulled out, alternating in what you believed to be their desperation to get to your womb to fill it and reproduce. Not that they could, as your biology was incompatible, but the dryad didn’t know that. The dryad didn’t know that your ass wasn’t connected to your womb and therefore would be unable to aid in reproduction, but that same aggression kept you full and whining for more as they pulled orgasm after orgasm out of your helpless body.
Your hand moves back to his shaft at his request, this time feeling him for yourself and marveling at how big he was in your hand.
“Did you like being tied up like that?”
“It has its pros and cons,” you start, watching his face as your hand slowly pumps his length. “With a dungeon monster it’s pretty scary not having a way to easily get free and to safety. With another person who speaks the common tongue, it can be fun.”
“You looked for it, didn’t you?”
“I did,” you confess, your face hot at the admission despite having his erection in your hand beneath the water. “I thought it would be a bit more docile and take what I offered of myself, turns out it was greedy.”
“And when you were caught by the mimic on the trip before that?”
“Also intentional.”
“You’re interested in monsters like that?”
“I wasn’t at first,” you start, circling your thumb around his tip and enjoying the way he shuddered. “A regular client I do jobs for got an unusual request from one of their clients. Sorry from a specific monster however it could be retrieved. It was weird at first, then quickly got exciting. This time wasn’t for a job though, I was just interested after we saw them the last time.”
“You aren’t worried about getting hurt?”
“If I cum hard I feel like it’s worth it, no?” You flip the question, knowing that you and Laios were learning so much more about each other in this half hour in the bath than you had in six months of being in the same party. “A little pain feels good sometimes.”
“I think so,” he whispers, his eyes clearly struggling to stay open as your hand strokes him faster. “Just like that, I’m close.”
“Gonna cum for me, Laios?”
“I-I like the way you say my name,” he confesses, his hand taking your wrist to help you get to the pace he was seeking. “You called out for me that night.”
“I did?” That was news to you, but you could understand why he initially wouldn’t tell you that. You’d been a bit shaken after he’d cut you free; coming back to reality while also realizing that not only had you been caught in the act with a monster, but your pants and armor were destroyed leaving you with no armor for the rest of your excursion in the dungeon. Adding that you’d said his name at least once while being fucked by a monster probably wouldn’t have gone over well and you appreciate his concern there.
“Yeah,” he groans, squeezing your hand tighter around his shaft while maintaining the pace. “Sounded so sweet, I-I want to hear it more.”
“Go ahead and cum for me Laios,” you request, keeping your lips close to his ear as he nods. He looks so handsome like this, his face flushed and eyes struggling to stay open as he looks at you while you continue to pump his cock together in fast strokes. The way his bicep flexes with every stroke, his other hand holding your thigh in a grip tight enough you’re confident there will be bruises blossoming after he releases you — evidence of a man teetering on the edge of his control as you urged him to snap. “Let me see how pretty you are when you cum, Laios.”
“Y’think ‘m pretty?”
“Beautiful,” you whisper, your free hand pushing his hair away from his sweaty forehead. “C’mon, Laios. We can do it all again back at the inn.”
That does him in, his hand continuing to guide yours in slower strokes as he releases into the bath with what sounded akin to a soft wail. His neck strains, body tense all over his nails biting into your thighs as his head falls forward while you whisper reassurances into his ear, gently scratching at his scalp before his mouth collides with yours in a sloppy kiss. His shaky hands pull you over to straddle his lap, hissing into your mouth when your hips bump against his sensitive cock as it’s trapped between your two bodies.
“Thank you,” he whispers against your lips, you feel the ghost of his smile against that has you smiling in return, resting your forehead against his as he tries to collect himself.
“Maybe next time we can go find another dryad together,” you whisper, resting your head against his shoulder and smiling when he nods his agreement. “I think you’d have fun, too.”
synopsis ━━ after you've been bitten by a sea serpent, you know the consequences are either death or the possibility of turning into one yourself. thankfully for you, laios touden is the devourer of all things monster and he is dedicated to getting that venom out of you. (laios x f!reader.)
content warnings ━━ sex pollen-adjacent, cunnilingus + fingering, praise, breath play (kinda, if you squint), semi-public sex, multiple orgasms. nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).
word count ━━ 3k
song inspiration ━━ too sweet, hozier / more than friends, isabel larosa
author's note ━━ this is the first time I've ever written and posted an x reader one-shot on here, so please be gentle with me lol. I usually only write x oc fics bc I'm a yapper and I love creating characters. but alas...I was perusing the laios x reader tag and wanted to read something with this plot, couldn't find it, so I figured I'd just do it myself 🫡
🪽 part i: PLEASE, EAT. / part ii: FORBIDDEN FRUIT. / part iii: TOO SWEET.
This was definitely one of the worst situations you’d been in.
You had joined Laios’ adventuring party just a few months prior. They had found you on floor 3 of the dungeon, shivering and mourning the loss of your father. His body, dead in your arms, and beside him lay the lifeless body of a ghoul you had killed. At first, the party’s leader, Laios Touden, had only been interested in taking the ghoul's body so they could use its bones for utensils after the flesh rotted off. But it was Marcille who noticed the tears in your eyes, how you trembled from the cold, and suggested they take you in. You almost declined, not wanting to leave your father’s body, but knowing he’d soon turned into a monster left you with only one option. Your father had been with you for the past twenty-five years of your life, and now, you were leaving his dead body in a dungeon to travel with a group of strangers.
You soon came to appreciate your new party, though, and you felt your father’s spirit within each of them. Marcille had his kindness, Chilchuck had a comparable wit, Senshi was gifted with excellent cooking skills, and Laios … well, you were still figuring that out. And surprisingly, it was Laios who you began to connect with the most. His knowledge of monsters was unmatched, and he had a passion for learning how to prepare them while they traveled deeper into the dungeon. He was overtly blunt, much like you, and possessed similar advanced fighting skills due to both your fathers' teachings.
Sometimes … sometimes though, you found yourself staring at him more than you should have. His face was abnormally perfect, as if he’d been carved by an artist. His tousled ash-blonde hair reminded you of a lion, and his eyes … sometimes you could’ve sworn they were made out of gold, shimmering like molten lava. Each time you thought this way, you smacked yourself when no one else was looking. I mean, Laios was your friend, your party leader. Having a crush, especially in circumstances like these, was unethical. You had always been focused on one thing: helping your party and making it out of this dungeon alive, for your father. You wouldn’t let a little crush deter you.
Everything had been all well and good until today, when you and your party reached the end of floor 4. When Laios had struggled to fight off a sea serpent, you joined him in the lukewarm water, using your crossbow to shoot the creature in the head. Finally, Laios was able to step in to slice the serpent’s head off … but not before the creature could snap its jaw, tearing one fang down your hip. You jumped back, screaming as you felt the venom seep into you instantly. Some said sea serpent venom would kill you immediately, others said it turned you into one of them, cursing you to haunt the waters with them as penance. As soon as the head was cut, Laios carried you away from the water, and the last thing you heard was Marcille cursing him out before you were rendered unconscious.
You were woken up – hours, maybe days later – by a drop of water hitting your face every few seconds. Lifting your head from the makeshift tunic pillow, you took in your surroundings. You were at the entrance of floor 5, in a damp corner of cobblestone, while water dripped down onto the floor every so often. There was a moist bandage covering your side where the serpent’s fang had cut into you, part of your tunic ripped to shreds. Hunger boiled in your stomach, making you groan and rub your head. Laios was sitting just a few feet away, a small fire in front of him to keep warm. Marcille had to have helped him with that; there was no way to craft a fire in an area this damp.
“Am I dead?” You asked softly.
Laios immediately turned in your direction, his mouth lifting in a smile. “Of course not.”
Your stomach did flip flops as you took in his smile, hunger consuming you. You needed something to eat – bad. Your body felt hot and sweaty, and you wondered if it was just from the humidity, even though Laios didn’t look affected. Sitting up, you informed him, “Well, that was one of two options my father said would happen from a sea serpent bite. Which means …” You lifted the bandage up, noticing the gills that started to form on the healing wound. A turquoise hue surrounded the gills, almost like a bruise. “Oh, fuck,” you muttered.
Laios stood, looming over you while asking, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s the other option,” you replied, too hungry to cry. “The bite is –”
“– Turning you into a sea serpent,” Laios finished. “Honestly, I thought that was just a myth. But when the bite didn’t kill you …” His mouth twitched, tongue darting out to wet the corners of his lips. “We have to suck the venom out. That has to stop the mutation.”
Your head snapped up. “Huh?”
But as soon as your eyes met his, you started to wondered if what you were experiencing was hunger after all. Perhaps … a different kind of hunger. Laios stared down at you, the sparkling gold replaced by a dark hazel. It was just you two in this little corner of the dungeon, but you suddenly felt exposed, so naked, under his gaze. Your body was hot all over, sweat sticking to uncomfortable places. And your thighs … a burning need emerged between them, soaking the thin linen of your undergarments. This had to be a symptom of the bite, but it suddenly didn’t matter anymore. Your worry had been replaced by an ache that only he could fix.
No – absolutely not. You couldn’t. You shouldn’t. You were turning into a sea serpent.
But the need between your legs still throbbed.
“It’s like when a snake bites you on the surface,” Laios said, crouching down to your eye level. His closeness made your heart rate pick up. You realized then that he had shed his armor, kneeling in front of you in just his gambeson, which clung to his muscles and wide frame. “A sea serpent is part snake. Sucking out the venom should stop the mutation. You’ll probably experience symptoms from the bite for a few more hours, but they’ll stop eventually.”
He started to peel back the bandage, taking a look at the gills forming on your hip when you gripped his wrist. Immediately, his skin burned, making you even more hot. You ripped your hand away from him, and with sweat trickling down the side of your face, you said, “Don’t you think this is … weird? Maybe Marcille should do it.”
“Marcille and the others just went back to another part of the level to find dinner. They won’t return for an hour, at least. This can’t wait.” He inspected the turquoise gills with concern, before his eyes snapped back to yours, noticing the way your black pupils filled almost the entire iris. “Do you not trust me?”
“Of course, I trust you. It’s just …” What exactly was the reason again? Oh, yes, it was pulsating hunger dripping between your legs from the bite, and you were terrified how you’d react the second his lips wrapped around your wound. The symptoms would just get worse. But he was right – this was the only way. Fuck, this had to be the most embarrassing thing you’d ever experienced.
“Fine,” you finally relented, lying back down on the cobblestone. You did your best to get comfortable, but the makeshift pillow hardly provided much cushion between you and the floor. “What should I do?”
“Nothing, just lay back and let me take care of it.” Laios lifted your tunic a smidge, and just the tenor of his voice made your ache even worse. “We’re just gonna … get this out of the way. And then …” His fingers hooked on the waistband of your pants, and you immediately clutched his collar. If you touched his skin again, you were sure to moan.
Laios looked from where your hand was gripping him and back to your eyes. “Your pants need to be off so I can have better access to the mutation. It’s on your hip.” You swallowed hard, knowing he was right, and your hand started to slip off his collar. “We’re friends, right?” He asked.
You nodded weakly.
“Good,” he smiled again, and you struggled to hold back a plea for him to touch you. He pulled down your pants, tossing them to the side. For a moment, he paused, taking in your soaked underwear and running his fingers over the mutation on your hip. He licked his lips again, and then said in a rather blunt tone, “You’re so –”
“Don’t say it,” you cut in, snapping your eyes shut to prevent further embarrassment. Though you had never minded Laois’ occasional lack of social cues, this was one of those moments you needed anything but. “Just get the venom out.”
Laios tugged your underwear down a little to see if the mutation had spread. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he informed you, lowering his head to your hip. “I’ve read that these bites can have a multitude of internal symptoms. Nightmares ... sweating … fever …” He ran his tongue over the gills, making your breath hitch instantly. “… And especially, arousal. Neat, huh?” He chuckled, and just his warm breath on the gills made you even more wet. “Don’t worry, I got you,” he assured before finally wrapping his mouth on the wound.
Your body burned even hotter than before as soon as his lips touched your skin. He sucked the venom out of you, spitting out blue globs every other second. His hands gripped your side, digging into your flesh and leaving crescent shapes from his nails. As you felt the gills start to close up, you couldn’t help but moan and arch into nothing. This felt better than any time you masturbated … any time you imagined your party leader above you … Fuck, who would’ve thought sucking sea serpent venom out of you would feel this good? Thank the gods the rest of their party was off catching dinner. You couldn’t deal with them possibly hearing this.
It surprised you when your orgasm flooded through you like a crashing wave. As Laios finished sucking out the last of the venom and the mutation closed, your arousal came to a definite peak and you let out a whine. You grabbed his arm, cumming from absolutely no stimulation.
Laios didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, he was mostly preoccupied with inspecting the area. You opened your eyes, your cheeks tinged pink, and saw the globs of venom to the left dissipate to nothing but water. You pinched the bridge of your nose, “I’m sorry, I –”
“The mutation closed. I was right!” Laios looked down at you, a big grin covering his face. “How do you feel?”
“Well, I definitely don’t feel a second set of lungs on my hip anymore.” You lifted your hand when you noticed a trickle of blue staining his lip, wiping it away with your thumb. “But I … my body is still …” The ache inside you had simmered slightly, but it was still there, lingering underneath the surface.
This was genuinely humiliating. Maybe you should’ve just decided to turn into a sea serpent after all.
Laios grabbed your wrist before you could pull away from his face. He leaned into your palm, running his long nose down to your inner wrist. “Your skin is so warm. I can still smell how aroused you are from the serpent bite.” His eyes burned into yours, keeping your hand close to his face. “I can help. Do you need another release?”
Your cheeks got even more red when he acknowledged your orgasm. Shaking your head, you said, “I couldn’t ask you to do that. I can just –”
“I’d be honored to,” he replied, quite gruffly and persistent. His fingers tugged your underwear down with precision and ease, despite the damp fabric clinging to you. He spread your legs wide and placed them on his shoulders. Lowering himself down, he inhaled the scent of your climax and hooked his arms around your inner thighs. He smiled up at you – your pretty face red with embarrassment – all dopey-eyed and grateful. “You lot like to call me the devourer of monsters. Perhaps I should devour the last bit of monster out of you.”
He inhaled again, groaning like he typically did when he was hungry. His hot breath against your achingly wet pussy made you whimper with desperation. “You smell so good down here,” he whispered. “I’d wager you taste even better.”
You gasped as soon as he dove between your legs, licking a stripe through your folds, tasting your recent orgasm. He flicked his tongue over your clit before sucking on it with feverish excitement. Slick gathered on his tongue and he whined, needing more. So much more. You were the most delicious meal he’d ever tasted. Better than any monster, better than anything on the surface.
“So good,” he muttered into your pussy, lapping against your clit, doing anything that would get him more of your arousal. “You taste so, so good.”
You whimpered out his name and attempted to close your legs, but he held them opened with all his strength. His arms wrapped around your thighs went tight, bruising the sensitive flesh. Your jaw went slack while your own hands scrambled for purchase, eventually landing in his cropped hair. You tugged, hips bucking against his face, making him groan even more. This allowed him to hold your hips a little higher, and his tongue finally dipped into your leaking entrance. You heard him grunt the second he plunged his tongue deeper, his nose nuzzling your clit.
He devoured you like a starved man. He devoured you like you were a boiled scorpion, or roast basilisk, or – even better – like sweet, delicious homemade cheesecake.
“Laios,” you whined, feeling your fever dissolve with each lap of his tongue. “Laios, it’s … fuck – it’s okay, I feel –”
“Need more,” he muttered, his voice low and laced with need. He was practically humping the stone floor as he buried his tongue as far as it could go inside you. Your hips couldn’t stop bucking forward, riding his face as you felt your orgasm building at the base of your stomach. Laios was completely transfixed. He wanted to be here, nestled between your thighs, for every meal. He’d take you away from the rest of the group before dinner, lapping away to the sounds of your pleas and whimpers, so help him gods. He’d do this every day, every night, whenever you wanted, for as long as he was alive. Fuck monsters. He could survive off the taste of you for the rest of his life.
Slipping his tongue out of your hole, he went back to sucking on your throbbing clit and feeling your legs start to tremble. You had to be close to another release, and he was desperate to taste it. He paid all his attention on your clit, snaking one hand up and sinking two fingers knuckle-deep into your entrance in tandem. “Fuck,” you moaned, tugging on his hair once again, “fuck – gods, Laios. I – I’m s-so close –”
“Please,” he begged, smearing your slick all over his mouth. “Please, you’re so good. Need to see how you taste when you release on my tongue.” His own hips continued to buck against the floor.
You choked on a cry when you finally came all over his tongue. He groaned, loud and drawn out, when he finally got a taste of your sweet climax, knowing that it was him that brought you to this point. The orgasm felt long, like the ocean bringing you in and out, and your whole body trembled. He continued lapping at your clit as it pulsed under his tongue, his fingers curling inside you through your orgasm. When you finally breathed out and started to come down from the high of it all, Laios stayed between your thighs, allowing his tongue to gently swirl your clit. Maybe if he continued, he could taste a little more of you …
You found your voice, hoarse from overstimulation. “Laios, please, you have to stop,” you begged, yanking his head up from between your legs. His mouth was covered in your slick, and then he was giving you that dopey expression again, making your heart clench. Your body was no longer hot and sweaty. Laios had completely cured you of the sea serpent bite with that expert mouth of his. He unwound his arms from your thighs, bringing his fingers that were still covered with your wetness to his mouth, tasting the last of your orgasm. You watched him, eyes wide and cheeks blushing, until he was looking at you again with those golden doe eyes.
“That was amazing,” he said, like he was in a haze. When your eyes flickered down, you realized he was hard in his pants, but it wasn’t like he even noticed himself with the way he was staring at you. “We should do that again sometime.”
He stood up, and you scrambled to pull your clothes back on before the group came back. You stammered, “It’s okay, uh – we don’t have to. Especially if you don’t want to. We could just –”
“I want to,” he cut in, a determined look in his eyes. “What are friends for, right?”
Laios is suuuuch a freak without realizing it. When you two are fucking he’s the type who isn’t watching your face because he’s way too busy watching the space between your legs…the way his length just slides into you without any resistance, the slick and stickiness that pools between your legs and smears all over your groins and down your thighs. The sounds are wet and sloppy and just utterly gross but he absolutely loves it. It’s irrefutable biological proof your body wants this—that you want this and that you want him. And that makes him even harder.
when Laios fucks you it’s crazy because he has no issues with sex or the seemingly awkward things that come with it. To him it’s just all natural. He’s not gonna pretend to have discretion or anything to be polite because he doesn’t care about any of that shit. He loves your body hair and your smell and the way you twitch and flail under him even due to the simplest touches.
He just wants you. And it’s bad. He wants to be balls deep and have you sweaty and tired and crying out underneath him—but you still continue to push back against his thrusts and grind against his hips so you can feel him deeper in you and take as much of him as your body will allow. He’ll lick up the drool that that leaks out of your lips while you’re slacked jawed and pawing at him for more, then drive his hips into yours with enough force you literally collapse against the bed. Instead of like, asking if you’re okay he just lays his entire body weight on you to hold you down and pound into you.
anyways. Laios who’s less into the social nuances of sex and focuses on the more biological aspects >>>>
