{Kol Mikaelson x Klaus Mikaelson x Elijah Mikaelson x F!Reader}
Request {Anon}: hiii omg im so ready for ur kinktober!! i wanted to request a poly mikaelson fic w overstim n maybe praise n daddy kink. maybe like theyre all hunting or something and come across r who is a princess away from the castle and is like she’ll do anything to stay alive or something n then maybe gets fucked by the mikaelsons 🤷♀️🤷♀️ sort of like how lucien was found, but not? hahahaha
~ Hiii sweet anon, unfortunately I totally forgot about the princess aspect of your request... but you are certainly their princess in spirit??? I hope you like it! ~
1.5k words - Kinks: praise kink, overstim, daddy kink, foursome...
To be theirs, was to be loved, and you knew that well enough. You'd been with them for centuries, and though at times, they'd be the death of you, they'd be your saviors just as often.
Tonight, you needed them, your body humming with a desire that you weren't sure you'd be able to satisfy on your own. So, you called out to all three of them, wondering who would arrive first, knowing full well, that they would all come running.
The first to arrive was Elijah, and you didn't bother to get up from the bed when he did. He smiled, taking in the sight of your naked, quivering form, and his clothes were off before you'd even managed to greet him. You let out a small gasp as his skin met yours, his hands roaming every inch of your body, his lips soon following.
Kol was the next, already undressed before he entered the room and you giggled a little at his eagerness. He didn't hesitate to climb onto the bed and kiss you, his tongue invading your mouth as Elijah kissed down your chest and stomach, his hands running along your thighs.
Klaus was the last to join, visibly annoyed that everyone got started without him. You looked over to him, batting your eyelashes innocently, and he softened, stripping his clothes and climbing into bed, his hand tangling in your hair as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.
You'd been with them long enough that you didn't have to say anything, and they each knew exactly what you wanted, what you needed. Their touches were gentle, and their mouths left goosebumps wherever they traveled.
Since Elijah was first to arrive, he was first to be inside of you, and he took his time, his cock pressing slowly into you until you were filled to the brim. Kol's mouth was on your breasts, his fingers rolling your nipple between them, while Klaus kissed along your neck and jaw.
"Such a good girl," Klaus cooed in your ear, positioning his cock near your lips.
You moaned softly, opening your mouth and letting him slide inside. It was hard not to smile around his length, his taste familiar and comforting. Elijah's pace had already quickened, his breath shaky, as his thrusts pushed you further onto Klaus.
"So gorgeous," Kol mumbled against your chest, "Our beautiful girl."
Your moans were muffled by Klaus's cock, and you could tell by the way his hand clenched around the base of your neck that he was enjoying it.
Kol reached down between you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, and you pulled away from Klaus and moaned, his cock twitching at the sudden absence of your mouth.
"Please," You whimpered, looking up at Elijah.
He shook his head and smiled, keeping a steady pace, not quite giving you the satisfaction that you sought. You let out a frustrated moan, and he chuckled.
"Try again," he whispered.
You pouted, your cheeks becoming warm, you knew the magic word that would have him doing anything you wanted.
"Please, daddy," you said breathlessly, and the effect was immediate, his hips stuttering, his eyes falling shut, and his grip tightening on your thighs.
"Oh, fuck," Kol murmured, "I think she broke him."
You giggled, looking up at Elijah and raising your eyebrows, knowing exactly what the effect that one word had on him. His eyes opened, and he looked down at you, smiling softly before his expression changed, his eyes darkening.
His hips moved faster, his thrusts rougher, and the pressure that was building inside of you grew, a tingling sensation running through you. Kol's thumb still teased your clit, and you could barely catch your breath between the moans that escaped you.
Klaus's cock was back in your mouth, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that matched Elijah's. The three of them had worked out a system, a perfect dance, and you couldn't help but feel so overwhelmed by the pleasure they brought you.
They could tell you were overwhelmed, your legs shaking and your eyes welling with tears, and they slowed down, their touches lighter, their voices soft.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Klaus asked, and you nodded.
"Too much," you mumbled.
"Nooo," they all said at once, and you laughed.
"You can do it, baby, I know you can." Kol insisted, and the others nodded in agreement.
Elijah's hips began to move again, this time at a slower pace, and his fingers tangled in your hair, gently guiding your mouth back to Klaus's cock.
"There we go, such a good girl." Klaus praised, and you whined, his words pushing you closer to the edge.
You looked up at him, your eyes wide and teary, and he smiled softly. His hands cupped your face, wiping away the tears that spilled over.
"So fucking beautiful," He mumbled, "And all ours."
"Ours," Elijah and Kol agreed, and the way their voices seemed to surround you was intoxicating.
Elijah groaned, his pace faltering slightly before he buried himself inside of you, and you moaned, the sensation of his release bringing you closer to yours.
You loved watching them come undone, the way their expressions changed and the sounds that they made, the way their hands reached for you, pulling you closer. It was all so beautiful, and you wished you could freeze time, and live in this moment forever.
You watched as Elijah pulled away, sitting back on his heels, his eyes taking in the sight of you. You didn't have much time to admire him before Kol took his place, pulling you like a ragdoll into his lap. You gasped at the feeling of his length easing into you. His hands gripped your hips tightly, and you moaned, burying your face in his shoulder.
"Our sweet little love," Kol hummed, and you couldn't stop the whimper that left you, "Such a good girl."
The feeling of him inside you, combined with his words, pushed you over the edge, and he grinned. Your body shaking in his arms as you cried out his name.
"So good, sweetheart," Kol groaned, his hand caressing your back, "Just one more, yeah? Can you do that for me, darling?"
You nodded, letting out a shaky breath, and he smiled, pulling you closer.
"Use your words, we can't have you passing out on us," Elijah said, and you giggled, they had accidentally done that to you in the past by pushing you too far, and they didn't want that happening again.
"I'll be okay, daddy," You said, looking over at him and giving him a smile, "I want more."
Kol laid back on the bed, his hands still holding your hips as he thrust upwards into you. You let out a groan, the knot in your stomach growing, and your moans became louder and more frequent.
"That's our girl," Kol cooed, his eyes watching the expressions of pleasure cross your face.
"So pretty," Klaus added, he stood on the bed beside you, his cock back in your mouth.
It was becoming too much, and you could feel tears welling in your eyes. You looked up at Klaus, blinking back the tears and trying to convey what you wanted, and he smiled down at you.
"Let go, darling," He said, his thumb caressing your cheek, "We're right here."
The moment you were given permission, you felt yourself fall apart, the knot snapping, your legs shaking as Kol continued to fuck you, pushing you further into oblivion. Elijah's hand ran gently over your back, whispering soft praises, and the feeling of his lips on your skin was grounding.
Klaus's cock twitched in your mouth, and you looked up at him, smiling innocently as you watched him come undone. You swallowed down his release, enjoying the way his head fell back, his hands clenching in your hair.
"Fucking gorgeous," Klaus breathed, letting go of you and laying down on the bed, breathing heavily.
Kol was next, and you could feel him throbbing inside of you, his thrusts sloppy, his grunts turning to moans.
"Fuckkkk," he groaned, his cum spilling inside of you.
Your body was limp, and if it weren't for Elijah, who was behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, you'd have fallen forward onto Kol.
"We've got you, my love," Elijah whispered, kissing your neck, "Are you alright?"
"Mmhmm," you managed, your eyelids growing heavy.
Elijah lifted you off of Kol, pulling you on top of him, you rested your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, your body still trembling. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.
Klaus and Kol moved in, one on either side, each of them placing a hand on your back, a reassuring weight.
"Did you get what you needed, darling?" Klaus asked, and you hummed a quiet affirmation.
Sleep soon came, and the four of you laid together, the silence broken only by the sound of soft snores. To be shared by the three of them was bliss, and there was nothing more satisfying than to be theirs, and for them to be yours.
{Elijah Mikaelson x F!Reader}
Request {Anon}: hii for kinktober can i request cockwarming w elijah? maybe elijah is working or something in the study and r goes n is all needy
♡♡ Hello darlings! This is day one of Kinktober! I hope everyone is looking forward to all the posts this month! ♡♡
1.7k words - Kinks: Cockwarming & a needy reader...
It was one of those cold fall nights, where the air was crisp and the wind howled through the trees. The compound was quiet, all of its inhabitants tucked away in bed, sound asleep. Well, not all.
Your bed was missing an inhabitant, the one that had left a few hours prior with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to return as soon as possible. You were waiting for him. You had tried sleeping, but the emptiness beside you just didn't allow it. So you waited, and you waited…
After a while, when a chill started to spread over your skin, you grabbed the thick blanket off the foot of the bed and wrapped it around yourself, making your way to Elijah's study.
You leaned against the doorframe and watched him. His hair was slightly tousled from running his fingers through it, his sleeves were rolled up and his tie discarded on the table, and his eyes were glued to the book in his hand, as he took notes in his leather bound journal. He looked absolutely delicious.
"Eli?" you called out, your voice quiet, barely above a whisper.
He looked up, his eyebrows scrunching in worry when he noticed you.
"Why are you awake, love?"
You pushed off the frame and walked over to his desk. He turned his chair and reached his hand out, pulling you into his lap.
"Couldn't sleep," you said, snuggling into his chest.
He kissed the top of your head and his arm tightened around you.
"Are you alright?"
"Just lonely."
He let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your skin. He was so warm and smelled like pine, and you couldn't help the content sigh that escaped your lips.
"I'm sorry I've been neglecting you."
"Mhm," you hummed, kissing the side of his neck, your fingers working on the buttons of his shirt.
He gently stopped you, taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his mouth.
"Sweetheart, I still have work to do," he said, brushing his lips over the back of your hand.
"I just want a little bit of your attention," you pouted, your hand sliding down his chest and stomach, before slipping underneath his shirt and stroking his soft skin.
His breath caught in his throat as your nails lightly scratched over his abdomen, his muscles twitching underneath your touch. You grinned at his response and shifted in his lap, your knees digging into the armrests. You moved closer, pressing yourself against him and his arms wrapped around your waist.
"Darling," he sighed, his hands moving down to cup your ass.
You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear.
"What if I sit on your cock, would that be too distracting?" you asked, rolling your hips against his.
His fingers dug into the plump flesh, holding you in place. You felt him hardening underneath you and couldn't help the triumphant smirk that curled your lips.
"Please, Eli," you whispered, peppering kisses over his jaw. "I just want to feel you," you continued, nibbling at his earlobe. "You always make me feel so good, and I've missed you."
"You're not playing fair," he growled.
You grinned and moved back, looking down at him with hooded eyes. "You don't have to do anything, just let me sit on your cock, I promise I won't distract you from your work."
"Fine," he sighed, a smile playing on his lips.
Your grin widened and you lifted up on your knees, reaching underneath you to push his slacks and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. His eyes followed your every move, and you could feel them burning on your skin as you moved your panties to the side.
He gripped the underside of his cock and held it in place as you lowered yourself on him, inch by inch, until you were sitting flush against him, his cock nestling perfectly inside you.
A moan slipped past your lips as he stretched you out, your pussy clenching around him. Your head fell forward and rested on his shoulder, your fingers twisting into his shirt as you tried to ground yourself.
He turned his head, his nose nuzzling into your hair, as the other hand settled on the small of your back.
"There you go," he cooed, his voice soothing, as his palm moved up and down the curve of your spine. "Does that feel better, my love?"
You nodded, your eyes closed as you savored the feeling of him. He pressed a kiss to your head and reached for his book, opening it to the page he left off on.
You were quiet as you sat on his cock, just like you promised. However, it was becoming increasingly difficult as the minutes passed by. Your whole body was throbbing with need and every now and then, your hips would jerk, the need to move, to feel him thrusting inside you becoming overwhelming.
Elijah's hand stilled on the paper, a small frown appearing between his brows. He wasn't easily distracted, but being inside you like this made it hard to focus.
"Are you alright?" you asked, your voice trembling, as you tried to hold back a moan.
He looked at you, his gaze darkening. You smiled, kissing his jaw, nibbling on the soft skin. His hand left the paper and settled on your thigh, his thumb brushing along your skin, moving closer to where you wanted him.
"Are you trying to distract me?" he asked, his fingers slowly moving towards your core.
"Maybe," you grinned, grinding against him.
He let out a growl and tightened his grip on your thigh, stilling you.
"You promised, darling," he reminded you, a warning in his voice.
You sighed, but stilled, settling for snuggling up to him, your hands running over his chest.
His fingers continued to trail along your thigh, drawing random patterns on your skin. Every now and then, his thumb would brush against your mound, and a low whine would slip past your lips.
"Please, Elijah," you whimpered, pushing against his hand, trying to get him to touch you.
"Shh, be a good girl and keep still."
Your body shivered at his words, and your pussy clenched around him. You buried your face in his neck, lips kissing and nibbling, your teeth gently scraping against his jaw.
It was torture, being seated in his lap, filled by him, his body warmth surrounding you, and yet unable to move. But it was also comforting in a way, having him inside of you, grounding you. Your eyelids grew heavy, and you blinked slowly, looking down at his hand. You watched his fingers move over the page, his penmanship neat and precise, as always, but there was a slight tremble to his fingers. You could see him struggle to hold himself back, and you knew it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.
You moved slowly, your hands reaching under his shirt to trail up his torso, feeling every ridge and dip. He tensed and his grip on you tightened, a low groan escaping his lips. You smiled, satisfied, and did it again. This time, his cock twitched inside of you and you knew you had him.
"You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart," he growled, his voice low and rough.
"Am I?" you asked, your innocent voice contradicting the way you were moving your hips, grinding down on him, his cock pressing into you in just the right spot.
"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back.
You watched as his resolve completely crumbled, his eyes darkening, the veins underneath them becoming more prominent. Suddenly he threw his pen down and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. You squealed as he got up, his arms securely wrapped around you, his cock never leaving your warmth. He knocked all of his books and papers off the desk and set you down, his body pressing into you.
"Elijah," you breathed, his name coming out in a whine.
"Is this what you wanted?" He chuckled, enjoying your desperate expression.
You nodded, a moan slipping past your lips.
"Please, please," you begged.
"Such a needy girl."
His lips brushed over your neck, teeth biting down on the sensitive skin. He rolled his hips, slowly grinding against you, his cock hitting all the right spots.
"Tell me what you need, my love."
"You, Eli, I need you," you breathed.
Your hands were everywhere, scratching and tugging at his clothes, as you tried to find purchase, trying to ground yourself as he moved above you.
"I'm right here, darling," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm not going anywhere."
Your hands found his back, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as he increased his pace, his hips snapping against yours. The desk shook with the force of his movements, his thrusts hard and punishing.
"Look at me," he commanded, and you obeyed, looking up at him with wide eyes. "That's it, keep your eyes on me."
His hand trailed down your body and settled between your bodies, his fingers circling your clit. Your eyes rolled back, but you forced yourself to keep them open, and on him.
He watched you fall over the edge, your eyes glazed over, mouth slightly open as you panted and moaned his name. You were a sight to behold and he swiftly followed, his head falling into the crook of your neck, a string of curses and groans filling the room as his cock throbbed inside of you.
You giggled as he placed kisses along the side of your neck, trailing up to your jaw, and finally, he met your lips, capturing them in a gentle kiss.
"Well," he said, holding you close to him. "You got what you wanted."
"Definitely," you sighed, smiling softly.
He brushed your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear, his gaze soft and full of adoration. Then he looked at the mess on his desk, his notes, his journals, all scattered and torn, ruined by the sweat from your bodies and spilled ink. He shook his head and chuckled.
"Looks like I have more work to do now," he said.
"I'll help-"
"No," he cut you off. "I want you in my bed, naked, waiting for me."
"But I-"
He picked you up, and carried you to the bedroom, the sound of your squeals echoing through the compound. No more work was done that night, instead, his attention was solely on you, making sure that you would never feel lonely again.
{Kol Mikaelson x F!Reader}
Request { @midoriiakina }:
Idea is: She often goes to the library, far from others in a secluded little spot, listening to music while she works and thus, she's oblivious to the world around her while she's working. Secretly, she's already a published author writing romance novels as a side hustle to pay the bills, even writing steamy as hell sex scenes even though she's a virgin, too busy or too shy to have any actual experience herself
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he sneaks up on her while she's working and reads over her shoulder, seeing that she's writing some unexpectedly kinky sex scene. And of course, Kol being Kol, he can't help himself...
Kinks list: Overstim, breeding, size kink, height kink (lets be honest, he's a foot and a half taller than her, he can manhandle her around like a doll), hair pulling, public sex (Mustn't be too loud in the library, darling!), squirting/cum, oral, blood drinking (she knows he's a vampire and doesn't care how much he marks her up), virgin (but mostly knows what she's doing), and morning after somno to wake her up for more~!
♡♡♡ Darling! Sweetheart! Babe! Your request was so long & detailed... I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I had to shorten this idea immensely... That being said, I LOVE YOU FOR IT.... SO YOU WIN!!!!! You are the greedy award winner & you get a certificate!!!!!! (see the bottom of this post for your reward) ~ XOXO ♡♡♡
3.1k words - Kinks: library sex, a tad bit meta, Kol being a mega flirt, overstim, size, breeding, hair pulling, public, squirting, blood drinking, inexperience...
The library was always your favorite place, especially the quiet corners where you could hide and read your books. You could easily get lost there for hours, curled up in an armchair by a window, just reading away your worries.
That was what you had intended to do this afternoon, but inspiration had struck and instead, you had opened your laptop and started writing. It was the perfect way to pass the time, letting your fingers fly across the keyboard as you created worlds and characters and scenarios, letting yourself escape reality.
There was this particular fantasy you liked to write, a series of one shots based on your biggest turn ons, and today you were writing about a vampire that had caught your eye at the Mystic Grill. He was tall and handsome and the thought of him pinning you against a wall was making heat pool between your legs.
You knew who he was, all dark and dangerous, a Mikaelson. But even though the Mikaelsons had a reputation for being trouble, you couldn't help the way your eyes would roam across his chest and down his arms whenever you saw him.
It wasn't like you were ever going to make a move, or even have a chance with someone like that. So instead you chose to channel all your pent up desires into a good story. Your thighs rubbed together as you imagined him kissing you, and you were so lost in the words and the fantasy that you didn't notice anyone approaching you until a shadow fell over your laptop.
"I... um..." you stuttered, not knowing what to say. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die, you were utterly mortified that someone had caught you. You had been so careful to keep it a secret, and now...
Your head snapped up, heart in your throat, and you found yourself staring up into the face of the very same vampire you had been writing about. Kol Mikaelson stood behind you, leaning in to read over your shoulder. "Interesting... 'his hands pinned my hips against the wall as his fangs dragged across my neck.' how very kinky of you," he chuckled, and you quickly shut your laptop, your cheeks burning bright red.
"Don't stop on my account, love. I was quite enjoying the story," he said, taking the seat across from yours. "What happens next?"
You gaped at him, mouth hanging open, trying to form a response. What the hell did he mean by that?
He grinned at your reaction, "You know, we could make that happen if you'd like."
"I... what? No! That's... that's ridiculous," you shook your head, unable to believe he was actually propositioning you. You must have been dreaming. There was no way Kol Mikaelson was flirting with you.
"Why is it ridiculous? Do you have a boyfriend or something?" he asked, grinning even wider when you shook your head. "So why not? It's just a bit of sex,"
You didn't know what to say, so you just sat there staring at him. After a minute he laughed and leaned forward. "Come on, don't tell me you've never had sex before, sweetheart."
Now you really wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. Maybe there was a spell to make you invisible, so you could just disappear from this conversation.
"I, um, I mean, not... not exactly," you finally managed to stutter, cheeks burning even hotter.
He leaned back, raising his eyebrows in surprise. "Well now that is unexpected, considering the words you have flowing through that pretty little head of yours."
You blushed, unable to meet his gaze. This was so embarrassing, but it also felt strangely exciting. No one had ever talked to you like this, and the fact that it was Kol made it even better.
Kol watched your reactions, and decided he was going to have a bit of fun with you. He had seen you around town in the past few weeks, and he knew you were a witch, a very cute one at that. And he loved cute witches, they were always so much fun to tease.
"How about this then, since you're so innocent, let's play a little game," he said, smirking at the way you were fidgeting. "We can each tell each other a fantasy, and if we both like it, then we can act it out."
You swallowed, looking up at him, "please stop," you whispered, feeling nervous.
"What do you mean?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I... I mean I don't appreciate you making fun of me," you mumbled, looking down again.
Kol frowned, surprised. "I'm not making fun of you, love, I just want to get to know you a little better," he said, trying a different tactic.
You looked up at him, not sure what to say. He sounded sincere, and he was so attractive that it made you nervous. You wanted him to be sincere, to actually like you, but you couldn't stop the tiny voice inside you telling you that this was all just a joke.
He smiled softly, seeing the conflict in your eyes, "How about this, I'll tell you one of my fantasies, and if you like it, you can tell me one of yours."
You considered his offer for a moment, biting your lip as you looked up at him, trying to decide if he was being serious or not. Finally, you nodded, "Okay," you whispered, curious to hear what he would say.
He smirked, pleased that you had agreed, and leaned closer, "I love it when I have a pretty little thing in my lap... and she... makes a mess, if you know what I mean,"
You could feel your body responding, his words sending a rush of heat through you. You shifted in your seat, pressing your thighs together, unable to deny how aroused his words had made you.
Kol noticed the shift in your body, and he knew he was getting to you. "Come now, darling ... You write about these things, but can't speak them aloud?" he asked, smirking at the way you blushed.
You were growing tired of feeling so embarrassed, so you took a deep breath, willing yourself to be confident, to be the version of you that you wrote about. You met his gaze, "I've fantasized about... having sex in public," you said, voice shaking slightly.
He raised his eyebrows, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "Well now... that's a very naughty thing for such an innocent little girl," he teased, his words sending another wave of heat through you.
"I'm not that innocent," you retorted, trying to maintain eye contact, but it was hard when his eyes were so dark and intense.
He chuckled, "oh, I'm sure. You just need someone to teach you how to be a proper little slut," he purred, making your core clench.
"And you think you're up to the task?" you asked, surprising yourself with how bold the words sounded coming from your mouth.
"I think I can handle a pretty little thing like you," he grinned, watching as your cheeks turned pink.
You looked around the library, suddenly remembering that you were still in a very public place, and anyone could see you. Your gaze met his again, and you swallowed hard, "what if someone sees us?"
He leaned closer, his eyes burning into yours, "isn't that what makes it so hot?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive.
You bit your lip, your body aching with need. You were still a little hesitant, but there was no denying the way his words affected you, and you were tired of denying yourself what you wanted. This was an opportunity you couldn't let go to waste.
"Okay," you whispered, "let's do it."
His eyes lit up, genuinely surprised that he had convinced you. But he was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He stood up, taking your hand, and led you towards the stacks of bookshelves, further into the library.
There was a cozy little corner that had a couch, and he took a seat, patting his lap, and waited for you to join him. You hesitated for a moment, not sure if you could actually do this, but he was so sexy and confident and you wanted to be just like that. So you took a deep breath and climbed into his lap, straddling his hips.
His hands moved to your waist, holding you in place, and his gaze drifted over your body, taking in the sight of you. "At least tell me you've kissed someone before," he said, giving your hip a little squeeze.
"Of course I have," you replied, feeling a little offended by the question.
He grinned and pulled you closer, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. You moaned softly, your hands gripping his shoulders, feeling his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. His lips were so soft, and he kissed you with a passion that made your toes curl.
You had kissed guys before, but it had never felt like this. He knew what he was doing, and he certainly knew how to turn a girl on. He tasted like mint and spice, and you felt dizzy with desire.
He pulled away, leaving you breathless and wanting more. His lips trailed down your neck, nipping at your skin, and you could feel the slight graze of his fangs. The thought of him biting you was exciting, but also a little terrifying.
A small spark of your magic tingled on your fingertips, a natural reflex to danger, and the feeling made him pause. He lifted his head and looked at you, "do I make you nervous, love?" he asked, a grin spreading across his lips.
You took a shaky breath, trying to calm your racing heart, and shook your head, "No, I'm fine," you said, trying to sound confident, but your voice came out a little squeaky.
He smirked, knowing full well that he made you nervous. But instead of pushing the issue, he reached under your dress and ran his fingers up the inside of your thigh, teasing your warm skin.
"Now, if we were in a more private setting, I would strip you naked and worship every inch of you. But alas, we'll have to be a bit more subtle," he said, his fingers brushing across the front of your panties.
You gasped, and he grinned, knowing the effect his touch was having on you. His fingers continued to tease you, brushing over a damp spot, searching for your little nub, and when he found it, your hips jerked and you let out a moan.
He grinned, loving the way you responded to his touch, and pressed a little harder, making circles with his fingers. "You are such a pretty little thing," he whispered, his other hand moving to grip your hair, tugging slightly.
You moaned at his words, and the sensation of him playing with your hair, tugging on the strands as his fingers moved. It was intoxicating, and you found yourself rolling your hips, grinding against his hand.
"Ooh, she likes it a bit rough, does she?" he teased, his voice low and seductive, "what else do you like sweetheart?"
Your mind was spinning, overwhelmed with sensations, and you struggled to find words. But the way his fingers moved had you desperate for more. "I... I like... the idea of being filled with.. cum." Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, hoping he knew what you meant.
He chuckled, amused by your shyness, "I'm the perfect bloke to try it with then," he said, his words making your stomach flip, "Can't get you pregnant, being a vampire and all... but I sure do love to try…"
His words sent a rush of heat through you, and before you could stop yourself, you were nodding. You wanted him, desperately.
He grinned, pushing your panties to the side and pressing two fingers inside of you, making you gasp.
He worked them slowly, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit, and it was all too much. You had never been this turned on before, and the way he touched you made your whole body feel like it was on fire.
You leaned in and kissed him, desperate for more. He tasted so good, and his lips were so soft. His tongue danced with yours, and he sucked gently on your lower lip, making you whimper.
Your hands gripped his shoulders, and you ground down against his hand, wanting more.
"Eager little thing, seems you aren't quite so innocent after all," he murmured, grinning against your lips.
"I told you, I'm not," you breathed, moaning softly as his fingers moved faster.
He chuckled, enjoying the way you were squirming, your cheeks flushed, the sweet little moans escaping your lips.
He could feel your walls starting to tighten around his fingers, and he knew you were close. He pulled his fingers out, making you whimper in frustration, and quickly unzipped his jeans.
"Now, sweet thing, writing about riding a cock and actually doing it are two very different things," he teased, taking your hand and putting it on his warm length.
You could feel how hard he was, and it was thrilling. His skin was so smooth, and you wrapped your fingers around him, stroking gently. He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut, and you could feel his cock twitching.
"Good girl, keep doing that," he moaned, his hands gripping your thighs, helping you plant your feet on the sofa so that you could lift yourself up.
You positioned his cock at your entrance, feeling the head rubbing against your wet slit, and slowly started to sink down. The stretch was almost too much, and you gasped, feeling your walls stretch around him.
"Slow down," he growled, his fingers digging into your thighs, holding you in place, "You have to take it slow, or else it will hurt."
You stopped, taking a few deep breaths, and tried again. He held your hips steady, guiding you down, and you could feel the burn as he slid deeper. It was an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, and you could feel yourself stretching, taking him inch by inch.
When he was fully inside you, you let out a sigh, feeling so full.
"Far superior than any toy that you modern girls seem to favor," he said, chuckling at your expression.
"Shh... let me focus," you hissed, adjusting to the feeling of him.
"So bossy," he teased, but didn't say anything else, letting you take your time.
You moved your hips a little, testing the waters, and a soft moan escaped your lips. He felt so good inside you, filling you completely.
His hands gripped your hips, and he guided you into a slow, steady rhythm, helping you ride him. The muscles in your thighs immediately started to burn, and it was distracting you from your pleasure, so you put a hand on his shoulder and used him as leverage, grinding down harder.
"That's it," he murmured, his eyes glued to the point where you were joined, watching his cock disappear inside you, "you're a natural."
You moaned, feeling your body start to tingle, and knew that you were close. Your nails dug into his shoulders and he groaned, his hips jerking up, driving himself deeper. It didn't take long for you to completely unravel, falling over the edge with a cry, his name on your lips.
There was a sudden loud sound of a book dropping to the floor nearby, and you froze, wide-eyed, suddenly remembering that you were not alone.
Kol laughed, clearly amused by the situation and you pressed your face into the crook of his neck, trying to hide your embarrassment.
"Don't worry sweet girl, no one saw us," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.
He gently picked you up, keeping your bodies connected as he turned and laid you down on the sofa, his hips grinding against yours. He took your wrists and pinned them above your head, his fingers interlaced with yours.
"Now, let's see how quiet you can be, hmm?" he teased, his hips moving slowly, rocking against yours.
Your fingers dug into his hands, and he picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of you, his skin slapping against yours.
"I'm going to fill you up with my cum and make a proper mess of you," he whispered, his lips trailing over your neck, his fangs grazing the skin.
He reached between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive nub, and you gasped, the pleasure building inside you again.
His fangs pierced your skin, the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure of his cock thrusting inside you, and it sent you over the edge again. Your thighs trembling, a gush of wetness rushing from your core. Your walls clenched around him, and he groaned, his hips jerking as he came, spilling himself deep inside you.
"That's a good girl, making a mess just like I requested," he teased, his breath hot against your neck.
Your face was flushed, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. It had been the most intense orgasm of your life, and you were still struggling to wrap your mind around what had just happened.
He pulled back, grinning down at you, "See? Way better than fiction," he said, leaning down to kiss you softly.
Your heart was pounding, and you couldn't deny that he was right. Being with him was better than any fantasy.
He pulled back, giving you a wicked smirk. "Well, now that we've established how not very innocent you are, how about I take you home and we can try out all our fantasies on each other,"
You bit your lip and nodded, not able to deny how much you wanted him, again.
He stood, and helped you up, straightening your dress, and fixing his pants. He was surprisingly sweet with you, fixing your hair and leaving little kisses on your cheeks.
"I hope you know I don't want this to be a one time thing," he said, taking your hand and leading you to the exit.
"I wouldn't mind seeing where this could go," you replied, smiling shyly up at him.
He walked with you out of the library, and down the sidewalk, and the cool night air made you shiver. You were glad for the company, and you found yourself leaning into him, his arm around your waist.
"Now, where do you live, my little writer?"
You grinned, and gave him directions, excited for whatever he had in mind next.
After all, it would make a good story, wouldn't it?
{Stefan Salvatore x F!Reader}
Request {Anon}: I was thinking smth along the lines of Stefan coming home hoping to find reader awake, but instead they’d gone to bed without him. He’d been riled up for most of the day and was waiting to come to them to satisfy that, and seeing as he and reader had previously discussed the possibility of trying out sex while sleeping he thought this could be a good opportunity to test the waters. This was just my first thought for the plot, but it’s totally up to you!
1.5k words - Kinks: Stefussy being Stefussy, somnophilia (consensual), breeding kink & praise kink...
Another chaotic day in Mystic Falls had finally come to a close and Stefan was exhausted. He couldn't wait to get home, pour himself a glass of bourbon and spend the rest of the evening cuddled up next to you. It's been so long since the two of you have been able to have some alone time, and he was going to savor every second of it.
When Stefan walked into the boarding house, it was completely dark, not a single light was on, but he could hear your soft breaths from your shared bedroom. When he walked up the stairs, he noticed that the door was slightly cracked.
He entered the bedroom quietly, taking off his shirt and pants, throwing them in the laundry basket and then walked over to the bed. He smiled when he saw you, curled up under the blankets, your hands tucked under your head. He pulled back the covers, revealing the fact that you were only wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties.
A few nights ago, after a glass of wine or two, you and Stefan talked about what the other liked. You told him that you were curious about trying sex while you were sleeping. You said you thought it would be hot, not knowing what was going to happen to you while you slept.
He knew this was the perfect opportunity to fulfill your fantasy. So he gently ran his fingers up your thighs, enjoying the feeling of your warm, soft skin. He slipped his hand underneath your shirt, cupping one of your breasts in his hand and gently massaging it, his thumb brushing over your nipple, making it pebble. You let out the softest little whimper, and it went straight to Stefan's cock.
"Let's get you out of these," he whispered, tugging on the hem of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs, and tossing them on the floor. "Such a good girl for me, baby."
You let out a quiet sigh, shifting slightly in your sleep and rubbing your thighs together, seeking any sort of friction. He placed his hand on your knee, pushing your legs open slightly, slowly dipping his hand down towards your core.
"Stef...," you whimpered, letting out a soft moan when he brushed his fingers over your clit.
"I've got you, baby," Stefan whispered, he leaned against the headboard and pulled you closer, resting your back against his chest and wrapping an arm around your waist. Trying his best not to wake you just yet.
You whimpered, your hips bucking into his hand, and Stefan smiled. He was glad to know that even when you were sleeping, your body still reacted to him.
"I'm gonna open you up now, okay lovely?"
You nodded in your sleep, letting out another moan. Stefan dipped his fingers down to your cunt, gently pressing a finger into your pussy, and groaning at how tight you were. Your hips jerked and Stefan let out a deep breath, "such a good girl."
"More," you whined. Stefan grinned, gently adding a second finger, his cock getting impossibly hard as he watched his fingers slide in and out of you, your body accepting him so easily.
"God, I can't wait to get inside of you, darling. You feel so good around my fingers," Stefan praised. He continued fingering you, his hand on your hip keeping you in place as you squirmed and moaned, still in a half-asleep state.
After a few minutes, Stefan could tell you were getting close. He could see your brow furrowed in pleasure, and your mouth parted as you moaned. He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine and your eyes flutter.
"Stef..." You slowly opened your eyes, looking up at him, a dazed expression on your face.
"Hey, baby." He kissed you on the forehead. "I'm right here, you were so good, do you want more?"
You nodded, snuggling closer into his embrace. Stefan smiled, moving you so you were on your back again, and spread your legs open. He pushed your shirt up, and started licking and sucking on your breasts, his hand once again between your legs.
You giggled, running a hand through his hair, and tugging on the ends, "this is such a nice wake up call."
Stefan chuckled, "I'm glad."
He trailed kisses down your body, his lips leaving a wet trail along your skin. He had already gotten you so worked up, you didn't need any more teasing.
You tugged on his hair, pulling his lips from your stomach and bringing his mouth back up to meet yours, kissing him passionately. You wrapped a leg around his waist, trying to pull him closer.
Stefan let out a groan, kissing you back with as much fervor, grinding his cock against your core. You reached down, grabbing his length and positioning it at your entrance, trying to push him in.
"I've got you, sweetheart." Stefan broke the kiss, and slowly eased into you, the both of you moaning at the sensation.
He set a gentle pace, his hands slotting with yours, holding them above your head and interlacing your fingers with his. He was always so intense in the way he fucked you, but this was different. It was soft, and sweet, and slow, he wanted to make it last.
"Stefan," you whimpered. Your eyes fluttered shut and your hips moved to meet his thrusts.
"Open your eyes, baby. Look at me," Stefan whispered. You obeyed, opening your eyes, and gazing up at him. You could see all the emotions swirling around in his deep, green eyes, the way he was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, it was so intimate.
You leaned up, and kissed him, the kiss quickly deepening, as the two of you lost yourselves in the pleasure.
"You're too good for me," he groaned against your lips. "In another life, I would fill you with my babies, fuck, you'd look so good round with our child."
You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him closer, "keep talking."
Stefan growled, "you want that? Want me to fill your tight little pussy with my cum, until it takes root and grows a baby?"
You nodded, your cunt clenching around him at his words, "yes, yes. Fuck, I need it."
He groaned at your words, his hips stilling, and filling you with his cum. "Shit, sorry."
You smiled, "why are you apologizing? That was really hot."
Stefan's cock was still inside of you, his cum dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs, he could already feel himself getting hard again, and moved to pull out, only to be stopped by you, "you're not finished Mr. Salvatore," you smiled.
He smiled, his hands gripping your hips, and he thrusted into you again, making you gasp and moan, "that's a good girl, taking my cock so well, fuck."
You whimpered, gripping onto his shoulders, and grinding your hips into his. Stefan leaned down, pressing his lips against yours once more, groaning into your mouth.
"So full of my cum, being so good for me," he panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. You felt a warmth spread through you, and a familiar feeling starting to build in your core as he fucked you into the mattress.
He leaned back, his thumb grazing your clit, and pressing down, "come for me, baby."
You let out a low moan, your legs shaking as you came, his name falling from your lips, over and over again. Stefan groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck, and filling you once more.
You were both panting and covered in sweat, as you came down from your high. He placed gentle kisses all over your face, and stroked his hand through your hair.
"Are you okay, lovely?"
You nodded, leaning forward and resting your forehead against his, "I'm more than okay."
Stefan smiled, kissing you softly, before rolling onto his side, and pulling you into his arms. He placed a gentle kiss against your forehead, before snuggling into the blankets, and closing his eyes.
“Don't tell me you're tired,” you teased, a grin forming on your lips.
He let out a sleepy grunt, his arms tightening around your waist. “Shut up,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
“That's so unfair Stef! Waking me up in the middle of the night, only to fall asleep and leave me alone.”
“Mmm, sorry,” he said, his voice muffled.
“It's okay, I'll forgive you if you give me one more round,” you whispered, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against his jaw.
“You're insatiable,” he muttered, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
You laughed, rolling him over, and straddling his hips, “maybe a little... But it's your fault,” you said, kissing him softly.
Stefan smiled, placing his hands on your hips, and squeezing gently, ready to please you in any way he could.
♡♡♡ Welcome to kinktober! Below is my masterlist of what will be posted each day {majority are Elijah ~lol}. I want to thank everyone for their requests!!!! Unfortunately, I couldn't get to all of them or in as much detail as some of them deserve {but they are all over 1k because I can't help myself...} Enjoy! ♡♡♡
{Elijah Mikaelson x Damon Salvatore x F!Reader}
Request {Anon}: This is for your Kinktober event! I've had this idea floating around since your story with Damon S and Elijah.
Threesome/Cumplay/Squirting
Fem!Reader getting taken to Paris by D & E only for Elijah to cum inside them and Damon eats it out.
This is pure filth, I know! Love your writing!
♡♡♡ Omggg, YOUR MIND!!!!! Holy hell this idea is perfection. First, I'm so thrilled you were inspired by Respect! It's based on one of my favorite Elijah moments from TVD (& favorite ship) IF ONLY THE WRITERS WERE BRAVE ENOUGH.
Second, because I love you & your beautiful mind... YOU GET A CERTFICATE. This isn't a greedy amount of kinks... but in the idea.... well... (see bottom of post for your reward) ♡♡♡
3.5k words - Kinks: very very very bisexual, threesome, squirting, you and Damon worshipping Elijah (duh!), Elijah being dom, oral sex (m & f receiving) &&& lots of filth ...
When Damon insisted on you wearing a blindfold as you exited the plane, you knew something was up. You let him take your hand, leading you out of the cabin and down the steps. As you felt a cool breeze tickle your legs and a new smell fill your nose, you frowned.
"Can I take this off now?" You asked, referring to the blindfold.
"No," said the voice of Elijah. You could hear the smirk on his lips, and the fact that you couldn't see him made you want to take it off even more. "Patience, my love."
You grumbled a bit, nearly tripping down the last step. But you felt the firm grip of Damon's hands on your hips, and his body behind yours.
As soon as your feet hit the ground, he took a few steps away, and you heard two car doors open.
"In," said Damon. "I'm in the back with you."
"So bossy," you teased.
You slid in, Damon's hands helping guide you into the backseat. Elijah was already sitting next to you, his arm draped around your shoulders. His warmth seeped through his suit jacket, and you relaxed into his touch.
Damon got in next to you and closed the door.
"I can't wait to be alone with you both," you whispered, nuzzling into Elijah's neck.
"Don't worry, love," said Elijah, kissing the top of your head. "We have a lot planned for you."
Damon placed a hand on your thigh, sliding it up your leg. Your skirt had bunched up from sitting down, and Damon's fingers brushed your bare skin.
"Are we really doing this now?" You asked.
"Why not?" Damon chuckled, but before he could go further, Elijah’s grip tightened subtly on your shoulder.
"Later," he said, his tone firm, but there was a promise hidden in his words. Damon sighed in mock frustration, pulling his hand away, but you could sense the unspoken exchange between the two of them. The silent communication they shared only heightened the anticipation, the feeling of being wanted by both of them.
You were tempted to take Damon’s hand and slide it back to where you needed it most, but the teasing was part of the game. And you loved the game.
The rest of the drive was filled with a charged silence, your senses heightened by the darkness behind the blindfold and the warmth of both men pressed close to you. The car eventually stopped, and Damon helped you out, your fingers clutching his as you carefully followed him across uneven cobblestones.
The sounds around you, the distant chatter in French, the soft hum of city life, gave away your location before they even removed the blindfold. You were in Paris, the city of love, and your heart leaped in excitement.
Finally, you stopped. You heard keys jingling, a lock turning, and then Elijah’s hands were on you, slipping the blindfold away.
“Welcome,” he said softly, his voice filled with affection. “To our little getaway.”
The room before you was luxurious, the golden hues of the décor bathed in the fading light from a large window overlooking the Eiffel Tower. It felt like a dream, one they had crafted just for you.
You spun to face them, a broad grin spreading across your lips. "Paris!" you squealed, leaping into Elijah’s arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Thank you!”
Elijah chuckled, catching you easily. “Only the best for you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice a deep, comforting hum in your ear.
Damon was speaking to the staff in French, ordering room service and more than a few bottles of champagne.
"What would you like to do first?" Elijah asked.
"Well," you started, walking over to the window. You glanced out, admiring the view. The sun was setting just past the city, making everything glow. "First, I'd like to enjoy a bottle of champagne. Then… maybe, a tour?"
"Whatever the lady wants," said Damon, grinning.
Elijah kissed your forehead and excused himself to the bathroom, and as soon as the door shut behind him, Damon was in front of you, kissing your neck.
“Oh, hello,” you laughed, your hands finding their way to the front of his shirt, gripping the fabric.
“Hi,” Damon whispered against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. His hands were on your hips, tugging you back against him. “I was thinking we might stay in tonight... just the three of us.”
You turned in his arms, the tension between you palpable. “I like the way you think,” you murmured, brushing your lips against his.
Without wasting another second, Damon pulled you to the bed, laying you down on the plush mattress, his hands never leaving your body. He crawled over you, pressing his lips to yours, a gentle moan escaping his mouth. You reached down, trying to work the button on his jeans.
You barely heard the door open, but Elijah cleared his throat, and you and Damon pulled apart.
"Don't stop on my account," he smirked, and Damon gave him a look, which made Elijah chuckle. "You can keep going."
You grinned, but before you could pull Damon back to you, there was a knock at the door.
"Damn it," groaned Damon.
"That would be our food," Elijah said.
Damon pouted and rolled off you, and you stifled a laugh. Elijah moved to answer the door, tipping the delivery man generously and pulling a cart filled with food and drink inside.
Champagne flutes were filled, bubbles rising in the golden liquid as the three of you clinked glasses. You took a long sip, savoring the moment. The sunset outside bathed the room in a soft glow, and for a moment, everything was perfect. Still, warm, full of anticipation.
Elijah’s gaze darkened as he looked at you, the intensity of his stare making heat rise in your chest. Damon, always quick to follow suit, watched you with that familiar mischievous glint in his eye.
You placed your glass down, feeling the charge in the air shift. Elijah’s hand slipped under your chin, guiding you into a kiss. His mouth was firm, insistent, tasting of champagne. His control was intoxicating, and you melted into him, giving in to the feeling.
When his lips left yours, you barely had time to miss the taste of him before Damon’s mouth was on you. His hands roamed your body, sending sparks of pleasure through your skin.
"Mm," Elijah chuckled, his voice low and teasing. "I do love it when you're greedy."
"I want this off," you whined, tugging at his suit jacket impatiently. "Now."
With a grin, he stepped back, slowly slipping out of his clothes, revealing the toned, muscular body underneath. Your eyes darted to Damon, raising your eyebrows in silent challenge.
"I'm not taking anything off until you do," Damon teased, his gaze smoldering.
You smiled, getting on your knees on the bed, and slipped your dress over your head, tossing it to the floor. The cool air grazed your skin, but the way their eyes lingered on you, like they were ready to devour you, sent warmth flooding through your body.
Damon followed suit, stripping off his shirt and jeans. You leaned back, watching as they undressed, their bodies a tantalizing display of strength and desire.
“I think the lady likes what she sees," Elijah smirked, his eyes dark with intent.
"You could say that," Damon agreed, his gaze drifting over Elijah's body before locking on yours. The hunger between them was palpable, and seeing it unfold before you made your pulse race.
Elijah stepped closer to Damon, his hand pressing against his chest, guiding him back onto the bed. Damon grinned up at him, and Elijah bent down, their lips crashing together in a rough, heated kiss. It was raw and unrestrained, their desire for each other on full display.
Without breaking the kiss, Elijah's hand reached out, tangling in your hair, pulling you in with a growl.
"Come here," he commanded, his voice husky.
You moved closer, and he claimed your lips with the same intensity, his kiss demanding and unapologetic. His tongue pushed into your mouth, sending a wave of need through you that made you moan. When he pulled back, his eyes flicked between you and Damon, a wicked gleam lighting up his face.
"On your knees," he ordered, the edge in his voice impossible to ignore.
You and Damon exchanged a quick, knowing glance before grinning and obeying. You both sank to the floor as Elijah, ever the gentleman, threw down a pillow for your knees. You shot him a grateful smile, placing a quick kiss on his thigh.
Standing tall before you, his erection just inches from your face, Elijah looked down at you both, the power of the moment simmering in his eyes. You and Damon leaned forward together, tongues flicking out to lick up and down his length, your mouths meeting as you worshiped him.
The sensation of Damon's lips alongside the heat of Elijah's cock on your tongue had you whimpering in arousal, your body aching for more.
"Oh, love," Elijah purred, his fingers tightening in your hair as he guided his cock deeper into your mouth. "Is someone feeling needy?"
You nodded, eyes wide and desperate, and Elijah chuckled softly, clearly relishing the control he held. The feeling of him filling your mouth made your core throb with desire.
"What about you?" Elijah asked, turning his gaze to Damon.
"Always," Damon replied, his smirk wicked as ever.
Elijah shifted, pulling you off him with a firm hand in your hair, making you whimper in protest at the sudden emptiness. His hand found Damon's hair next, pulling him closer. "Your turn. Take what you need."
Damon wasted no time, taking Elijah's cock into his mouth with a practiced ease, his head bobbing up and down as he worked him with skilled precision. You watched in awe, your arousal growing as the wet sounds of his lips sliding over Elijah’s shaft filled the air.
Not wanting to be left out, you leaned in and kissed along Elijah’s length, your tongue tracing the path Damon had just left, meeting his in the process. Your hand slipped down to fondle Elijah's balls, rolling them gently between your fingers as you both continued to worship him.
The way Elijah groaned, his head thrown back in pleasure, only spurred you on. The tension built in the room, palpable and intense.
"Enough," Elijah growled, his voice ragged as he pushed you both away.
You and Damon fell back, sitting on the floor, gazing up at him, your chests rising and falling as you caught your breath.
"So perfect," Elijah murmured, his gaze sweeping over you both with clear admiration. He ran his thumb over your lips before leaning down to kiss you, the weight of his dominance ever-present. His hand curled around the back of your neck, and with a playful shove, he pushed you back onto the bed.
You landed with a breathless laugh, looking up at him, your body buzzing with anticipation. His devilish grin made your pulse quicken as he turned his attention back to Damon. Their mouths met again in another fierce kiss, their bodies grinding against each other, and the sight was intoxicating.
Unable to resist, you slid a hand between your legs, teasing yourself as you watched them. A soft moan escaped your lips, drawing their attention.
Both Elijah and Damon broke the kiss, turning their gaze to you. The look in their eyes was nothing short of predatory.
"Look at you," Elijah teased, his voice dripping with desire. "Already so desperate."
You bit your lip, spreading your legs wider, showing off the wet patch on your panties. "What do you think, Damon?" Elijah asked, not breaking eye contact with you. "Should we give her what she wants?"
Damon's eyes darkened with lust as they swept over you. "I think we should have a taste," he said with a wicked grin.
The two of them crawled onto the bed, one on either side of you. They leaned in, their tongues lapping at your breasts. Elijah pulled your nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting, and Damon's hand drifted down, slipping under the wet fabric. You gasped as his fingers brushed over your clit, teasing you. You moaned and pushed against him, desperate for more. Your eyes wide and desperate, locked with his.
Elijah’s lips ghosted down your stomach, the heat of his breath sending shivers across your skin. His stubble tickled as he moved lower, replacing Damon's hand to slide your panties off. Lifting your legs onto his shoulders, he dipped down, and the warm sensation of his tongue circling your clit made you moan, arching your back toward him.
Damon bent down, capturing your lips, muffling your cries. His tongue slipped into your mouth, his hand cupping your face. You felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your core, the sensation growing stronger and stronger. You reached down, your fingers tangling in Elijah's hair, pulling him closer. You rocked against his face, and his arm wrapped around your thigh, his fingers digging into your skin.
Damon pulled back, his hands pinning your arms to the bed. He held you down, watching as you writhed under their touch. His bright blue eyes wild and lustful.
The orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing through your body as you cried out Elijah's name. Pleasure rushed through you, leaving your thighs slick and Elijah’s face glistening. Damon released your arms, chuckling as he looked at Elijah's usually impeccable appearance, now messy with your wetness.
"That's a good look for you," Damon teased, leaning in to lick Elijah’s chin. Elijah shot him a dark, hungry look before grabbing Damon and pulling him into a rough kiss.
You sat up, watching the two of them. Elijah pulled away, and his gaze snapped back to you
"Lie down," he ordered. "And spread your legs."
You obeyed without hesitation, anticipation thrumming through you. Elijah's hand slipped between Damon's thighs, stroking him slowly. His touch made Damon moan, his hips jerking in response.
Elijah glanced back at you, smirking. "Do you see how much he needs me?"
"Yes," you breathed, watching them hungrily.
"And I need you," Elijah said, his voice softening as he turned his attention back to you. He pushed Damon onto the bed next to you, crawling between your legs. His eyes met yours, full of intensity and adoration.
"Please," you whispered, lifting your hips to him.
Elijah positioned himself at your entrance, pushing into you, inch by inch. His mouth found yours, claiming it in a hungry kiss. Damon watched from the side, his own hand stroking his length.
You wrapped your legs around Elijah's waist, pulling him deeper, the delicious feeling of being filled by him making you cry out in pleasure. He moved with slow, deep thrusts, leaning back to watch your face, savoring every reaction.
His thumb circled your clit, his touch light and teasing, and the sensation made you arch your back, desperate for more. You turned your head, finding Damon's lips, kissing him deeply as you clung to him. Damon chuckled against your lips, positioning himself so that you could take him into your mouth. You moaned around him, tasting the salty pre-cum, sucking him greedily.
Damon groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair. He held you there, fucking your mouth. You took him as deep as you could, gagging slightly, the sensation only making you want him more.
"That's it, sweetheart," Elijah cooed, his thumb rubbing faster circles on your clit. "Show him how good you can take it."
Elijah's praise, mixed with the taste of Damon's cock, the feeling of him filling your mouth, was too much, and you came again, shaking and moaning around him.
As your body spasmed, Damon pressed his hips up, pushing himself deeper into your mouth.
"Fuck," he growled, his hand gripping your hair.
You felt him tense, the heat of his release pouring down your throat. You swallowed around him, sucking him clean, looking up at him through hazy, half-lidded eyes.
He grinned down at you, panting. "Good girl."
Elijah's pace was growing erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you closer, his hips slamming against yours. He was letting out these sexy little moans and grunts, his jaw clenched in concentration.
"That's it, love," he growled, his voice rough and low. "Come for me again."
He shifted, leaning back and thrusting harder. The new angle sent waves of pleasure through you, and you came with a cry, clinging to him as he fucked you through your release.
Elijah's eyes locked with yours, the intensity of his gaze taking your breath away, he pulled you to him, crushing his lips to yours. His hands squeezed your ass, and he thrust deep inside, bouncing you on his lap. His grip was so tight, his body trembling, the sound of him groaning against your lips filled the air. You could feel him twitching inside you, his orgasm washing over him, the feeling of his cum spilling into you making your toes curl.
Elijah pulled away, gently setting your legs back down on the bed. He walked over to the table, pouring a glass of champagne, taking a sip, watching you and Damon with a pleased look on his face.
Damon looked down at the mess between your legs, grinning. "Looks like someone enjoyed herself."
You giggled, your eyes half-lidded, a satisfied smile on your face. You reached up and cupped his beautiful face, his bright eyes twinkling. The blue seemed to grow a shade darker, his smile turning devilish, and you felt his hands on you, his touch electric.
"I don't think I'm quite done with you yet," he murmured, his breath hot on your ear.
You let out a gasp as he moved between your legs, kissing along your inner thighs, his fingers teasing your opening. He lapped up Elijah's cum, his tongue circling your sensitive clit.
"Fuck," you moaned, reaching down and pulling his hair.
Elijah watched for a moment, entranced by the sight of Damon's mouth on your cunt. He moved over to the bed, sitting behind you, his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you in place.
Damon continued, his tongue and lips working magic on your pussy, the soft sounds he made vibrating against your sensitive skin.
Elijah kissed along your shoulder, his hands roaming over your breasts, gently pinching and twisting your nipples.
"Look at him," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. "So eager to please you."
You looked down at Damon, his gaze locked with yours. His tongue was lapping at your clit, his mouth sucking and licking.
"Doesn't he look pretty like that?" Elijah asked. "So focused on making you feel good."
You nodded, whimpering as the tension built inside you, your hands twisting in the sheets, pulling and gripping them.
"You're going to come for us again, aren't you?" Elijah murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "You're going to come so hard. So fucking loud."
His words pushed you over the edge, and you came, screaming and bucking your hips, pushing yourself against Damon's mouth.
Your body trembled as the pleasure washed over you, wave after wave, leaving you panting and shaking. Elijah's grip tightened around you, holding you close.
Damon licked you clean, his tongue lapping up every drop. When he was finished, he kissed the inside of your thigh, his lips lingering on the soft skin.
"That's my good girl," Elijah cooed, holding you as the last of your tremors faded away.
You collapsed into his arms, the exhaustion and satisfaction taking over. You lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow. Damon laid down beside you, his arm draped over your stomach.
"I don't think I can move," you muttered, closing your eyes and resting your head on Elijah's chest.
Elijah chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. "Then don't."
You drifted off, wrapped in the warmth and comfort of their bodies, the sound of their breathing filling the air.
Paris was everything you could have hoped for, and more. But the best part was sharing the experience with them. This was a perfect night, and it was only just the beginning.
{Daemon Targaryen x F!Reader}
Request {Anon}: Daemon and a super innocent reader with 13, 7, 8, 19 & a small bit of 22????
♡♡♡ Anon you understand me so well... ♡♡♡
2.6k words - Kinks: squirting, breeding kink, size kink, daemon being possessive, mild mild dubcon, virgin!reader & inexperience...
Your eyes were drawn to the darkening sky outside your window as you finished getting ready for bed, the first few stars beginning to appear on the horizon. You could see the distant outline of the Great Sept of Baelor, lit up against the dark city, where your wedding ceremony was set to take place the following day.
Usually the sight of such a place would put you at ease, but you were too nervous about the events of the following day. A day you never thought would come, but now it had and you were scared.
You were to marry Daemon Targaryen. A man you only knew by reputation, one that left you feeling unsettled every time his name was mentioned. You heard tales of how he enjoyed bedding virgins and whores alike, how he was ruthless and dangerous and a Targaryen in blood and spirit.
You considered yourself to be pious, you prayed often and did everything your father told you to do. It was improper to speak of such things, and you had dutifully avoided any conversation about what happens in the marital bed. But now, you regretted your ignorance, the unknown act of sex was all the more terrifying to you now.
"My lady."
The voice had you jumping and spinning around in surprise. Your betrothed stood near the entrance to your balcony, wearing a dark cloak, the hood covering his silver hair.
"Prince Daemon," you said, bowing slightly. "What are you doing here?"
He chuckled at your formality, the way his eyes ran down your body making you feel more exposed than the thin nightdress you were wearing.
"My apologies, my prince," you quickly grabbed a robe and wrapped it around yourself, "I did not expect any visitors,"
His silence made your nerves rise, especially when his gaze lingered on your covered form for a long time before his eyes met yours again.
A slow smile spread across his lips and he looked away from you, out into the night, his expression becoming blank as he stared at the Great Sept.
"Is there something you wanted, my prince?"
"Daemon," he corrected you without looking away from the window.
You felt your cheeks warm, embarrassed at your mistake. An awkward silence filled the room, and you wondered what it was that he was expecting from you.
He glanced back at you, and then pulled off his cloak and threw it over a chair. The dark tunic he was wearing stretched over his chest and you looked away before he noticed you staring.
"Get on the bed for me," he said softly, the sudden command catching you off guard.
You glanced up in surprise, finding his eyes watching you with an intensity that made your stomach twist. He wanted you to get on the bed? Why? You had been taught that no one was allowed to touch you, especially not until you were married.
"I... That's quite improper, pri- Daemon," you said quickly, your voice barely a whisper.
He stepped closer, towering over you in a way that should have been intimidating, but instead it sent a rush of heat through you. You swallowed nervously as he reached a hand out, brushing his thumb across your cheek and down your neck.
"I will be your husband tomorrow," his words were gentle, but the firm grip of his hand around the side of your neck kept you in place, his eyes searching your face, "I want to see what I'm marrying,"
Your heart pounded as his thumb stroked over the delicate skin of your neck. You felt vulnerable, exposed under his scrutinizing gaze. You thought you had one more night before this happened, and you weren't prepared to give yourself over so easily.
"If we wait until tomorrow, I-"
He silenced you with a kiss, his lips soft against yours. His hands came up to hold your face as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You tried to pull away, but he held you in place, and a soft moan escaped you.
When he finally broke the kiss, your cheeks were flushed and his eyes were dark, a smug smile on his face as he watched you.
"Get on the bed, sweet girl,"
You swallowed nervously, and stepped backwards towards the bed, his eyes tracking your movements. He moved slowly, like a predator, and your breath caught in your throat when the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed.
"Take off your robe,"
You did as he commanded, removing the garment and setting it aside. You were suddenly very aware of your near nakedness, your skin heating under his hungry stare.
He smiled, tugging at the ties on his tunic, pulling it off to reveal his bare chest and abdomen. You couldn't stop the way your eyes trailed over his toned body, his broad shoulders and chest covered in scars.
"Like what you see, little dove?"
You snapped your eyes back up, finding him smiling knowingly. You turned your face away from him, trying to ignore the flush spreading across your face and chest.
He stepped closer, and you could feel the heat of his body against your skin. He gently pushed you onto the bed and climbed over you, his eyes never leaving yours as he settled between your legs.
"Now," his fingers brushed down the front of your nightdress, sending goosebumps over your skin, "let's see what we have to work with,"
His hands pushed up the skirt of your nightdress, exposing the smooth skin of your legs. His calloused hands caressed your thighs, his strong body holding you down.
You let out a shaky breath when his fingers grazed the damp fabric of your smallclothes. He rubbed a finger over your clothed cunt, a smirk on his lips as he watched the effect his touch had on you.
"Is that all for me?"
You whimpered when he pushed aside the cloth and slid a finger along your slit, his touch gentle but firm. He teased you with soft strokes, his thumb barely touching the sensitive nub at the top. You squirmed in his grip, your body reacting to his touch even though your mind was telling you it was wrong.
"Don't look so frightened, this is what we're meant to do," he whispered.
He lowered his head to kiss the inside of your thigh, then he pulled down your small clothes and tossed them aside. You squeezed your eyes shut when his breath fanned across the most intimate part of you.
"Oh," his voice was low, sending a shiver down your spine, "look at that pretty cunt,"
You bit your lip, embarrassed by the way he was looking at you, the hunger in his eyes making your heart race. You couldn't bring yourself to look away, entranced by the way his hands touched you.
He leaned in and kissed the apex of your thighs, his stubble tickling your skin as his tongue flicked over the swollen bud. You gasped, the sensation strange but not unpleasant. He licked and sucked at the sensitive little bundle, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he held them apart.
The heat building inside you was growing, a warm tension coiling in your lower belly. Your hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer, his tongue sliding over your cunt, his lips sucking and kissing the soft skin.
You were panting, a soft cry escaping your lips when his tongue slipped inside you, pushing deeper into the wet heat.
He pulled away, his mouth wet with your arousal, and his eyes dark. "Quiet, little dove, or else someone will hear us."
You clamped your mouth shut, trying to muffle the noises escaping your lips. But as soon as his mouth returned to your cunt, your hands tangled in his silver strands, tugging. He chuckled against you, the vibrations making you moan and writhe. His mouth was skilled, and the pleasure was unlike anything you had ever experienced.
"Daemon," you gasped, his name falling from your lips before you could stop it.
His hand reached up, covering your mouth, silencing you as his tongue moved faster. Your back arched off the bed, muffled cries escaping as you neared the edge. His fingers gripped your thighs, holding you still as he devoured you. The wet sounds filling the room drowned out every thought. You could barely breathe, your entire world narrowing down to the intense pleasure he was giving you.
And then, the tension snapped, and you were falling, waves of pleasure crashing over you, making you cry out into his hand. He didn’t stop, his tongue and mouth relentless, prolonging the sensation until you were squirming, trying to escape the overwhelming intensity.
When he finally pulled back, his lips glistening with your release, a wicked smile spread across his face. He watched you, panting and flushed, eyes wide with lust and wonder.
"Did you enjoy that, little dove?" His voice was low, teasing.
"Y-yes," you managed to breathe out, still lost in the haze of pleasure.
He kissed his way back up your body, leaving soft bites and licks on your exposed skin. He took his time, savoring every inch of you, his eyes darkening with each kiss. By the time he reached your face, you were breathing hard, your chest rising and falling rapidly. He kissed you, his lips soft but possessive, his hands resting on the bed beside your head.
"That was a nice warm-up."
You nodded, mind still fuzzy from the aftershocks. Tentatively, you reached up, your fingers tracing the muscles and scars on his chest. Each touch felt reverent, as if you were memorizing him.
His voice roughened, sending a thrill through you. "Now, I want to watch your pretty face while I fuck you."
"Daemon, I-"
He silenced you with another kiss, his tongue claiming yours before pulling back just enough to unlace his trousers. Your breath hitched as he freed his cock. You had never seen a man's cock before, and the sight was both intimidating and alluring. His smirk deepened at the look on your face, his hand stroking himself slowly, teasingly.
"Will it fit?" you asked, a nervous tremble in your voice.
He chuckled, brushing his lips against yours. "Of course it will, little dove. It’s meant to."
You took a deep breath, trying to relax, though the sight of him had your heart racing. His hand trailed over your thigh, soothing you even as his cock pressed against your entrance.
"Look at me," he whispered.
Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his eyes was overwhelming, filled with desire, hunger, and something darker. Something that made your stomach flip. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip before he slowly pushed inside.
You gasped, the stretch making you wince. He stilled, his eyes searching yours, giving you time to adjust.
"How does it feel, little dove?"
"Good," you whispered, the initial sting fading into a strange, aching fullness.
He grinned, kissing you deeply as his hips began to move, slow and deliberate. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, overwhelmed by the blend of pain and pleasure. He kept his movements measured, allowing you to get used to the feeling, his restraint evident in the tension of his muscles.
Soon, the pain faded completely, replaced by a growing need. You gasped, rolling your hips, urging him to go deeper. The sensation was too much, too good, and you needed more.
"Fuck," he groaned, his control slipping as he leaned back to watch you move beneath him, his hand gripping your hip tightly.
You felt a surge of power at the way he watched you, the way his cock throbbed inside you. His expression was pure lust, eyes devouring every part of you. You reached out, wanting to feel his skin against yours, and he pulled you into his arms, pressing your bodies together. His lips claimed yours once more, his kisses rough, needy.
"You'll make a good wife for me," he muttered between kisses. "Soon, you'll be full and round with my child, and everyone will know you’re mine."
His words sent a shiver through you, a mix of fear and excitement swirling in your chest. The thought of being his, of bearing his children, was overwhelming, but the need in his voice, his possessiveness, stirred something deep within you.
You clung to him, feeling his cock buried deep inside, the heat of his body, the smell of him, everything consuming you.
He pulled back slightly, his hand gripping the back of your neck, his eyes burning into yours. "Would you like that, little dove? To carry my child?"
You could only nod, too overwhelmed to speak. His smile was dark, possessive, and it sent a thrill through you. He kissed you roughly, as if sealing a promise, his pace quickening. The room filled with the sounds of your bodies, the wet slap of his cock thrusting into you, his breath hot on your skin.
Your cries were muffled by his mouth as the pleasure built, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. The pressure inside you was unbearable, too much to hold back. And when you finally came, a rush of wetness spilled from you, your body shaking with the force of it.
"Did you make a mess, sweet girl?" he teased, his voice rough with satisfaction. You buried your face in his shoulder, mortified, but the heat between you only flared higher.
Daemon chuckled darkly, pressing you down onto the bed, his grip on your hips tightening. "Let’s see if we can make it happen again," he whispered, the dark promise in his voice sending another wave of heat through you.
His thrusts were relentless now, each one harder than the last, driving you to the brink again and again. The sheets beneath you were soaked, the evidence of your pleasure mingling with the slick sounds of his cock moving inside you. Every time you felt yourself nearing the edge, he would shift, slowing just enough to keep you teetering, teasing, drawing it out.
When you came again, it was with a muffled cry, your back arching off the bed, the pleasure even stronger this time. More wetness spilled from your cunt, soaking the sheets further.
He groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge, his cock twitching as he spilled his seed deep inside you. The warmth of it made you shudder, a strange sense of completeness settling over you.
He collapsed on top of you, his breathing heavy, his body covering yours. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, the only sound in the room was the beating of your hearts.
"That was amazing," he murmured, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your neck. "You’re perfect."
You closed your eyes, savoring the weight of his body on yours, the warmth of his skin, the lingering pulse of pleasure in your veins. It felt almost dreamlike, the way he held you, his arms wrapped around you protectively.
For a moment, the world outside didn’t matter. But when he eventually pulled away, standing to dress, the intimacy shifted. You sat up, suddenly feeling exposed, awkward now that the intensity had passed.
"Tonight will be the last time we sleep apart," he said, his tone soft but filled with certainty. His eyes softened as he looked at you, a small smile playing on his lips.
The thought of being his wife was overwhelming, but exciting. You were going to have a family, a life with him, and in that moment, it didn’t seem like such a terrifying prospect.
He gave you one last lingering kiss before walking out. As the door clicked shut, you collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted. Your mind drifted, filled with thoughts of the future. Being married to Daemon didn’t seem so bad, especially if nights like this were waiting for you.
"What have I told you?" Your husband's voice was dark, his anger palpable as he stood in the doorway. He was still dressed for battle, armor covered in the blood of his enemies and his face splattered with it as well. His hand was clenched tight around his sword, as if ready to strike you. "What did I say before I left?"
"That I was to remain in the castle until you returned." Your voice was quiet, submissive as you averted your eyes to the floor. You tried to hide your smile as you looked down, you couldn't help that you found the fire in him enticing. He was always so gentle with you, so careful. But this? This side of him was exciting.
"Yet I hear you've been running around the town, spending time in the tavern with men who don't deserve to even look at you." His voice was dangerous, as he closed the door behind him and started taking off his armor. He was slow about it, almost methodical as he placed his sword beside the bed and set his chest plate on the table. "You disobeyed me."
You let out a chuckle at his words, he wasn't usually so possessive, and he enjoyed your wild nature. It was one of the reasons you'd caught his eye, your refusal to submit to his whims. "You know how much I hate being cooped up in the castle." You looked back up at him, meeting his gaze as you smirked. "I'm sorry I worried you."
"Sorry?" He scoffed as he removed the last of his armor, leaving him only in his breeches. He stalked towards you, reaching a hand out to roughly grab your chin. "Sorry won't save you from what I have planned." His voice was a purr as his other hand moved to your corset. "I'll keep you locked up here with my child, remind you what a good little wife you are."
"Child?" You were surprised by his words, he'd never once expressed the desire to have children. In fact, the two of you had been avoiding the possibility since the night you married. Neither of you wanted to deal with a squalling child, not when there were other pleasures you could partake in. "Daem-"
He cut you off with a harsh kiss, teeth pulling at your bottom lip as his hands tore away the laces of your corset. He didn't break the kiss, instead he pushed into the small of your back, drawing you close against his hard body. He was rough, and you couldn't deny the heat that rushed through you. He wasn't usually like this, but it was a welcome change.
"It's time, don't you agree? We have to produce an heir." His voice was soft as he spoke, moving to kiss down your jaw. "You can't be so reckless with our child inside you, can you? You'd be more careful, I'm sure."
You couldn't tell if his words were meant for you or him, but they were a comfort. He was afraid of something happening to you, and this was his way of assuring himself that wouldn't happen.
His hands were rough, yanking and tearing at your dress as if he couldn't wait another moment to see you. The fabric ripped and you gasped, pushing on his chest as you tried to get away.
"That was new, Daemon!" You were annoyed with him, the dress had been expensive and made by the best seamstress in King's Landing.
"And yet it's in pieces now." He responded, a smirk on his lips as he pulled you back to him. He didn't give you the chance to respond, his mouth finding yours again as he lifted you up.
His hands gripped the underside of your thighs, fingers digging into the soft skin as he pressed you into the nearest wall. The cold stones caused you to shiver, and you felt him smile against your lips.
He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, and you moaned at the taste of him. He was sweaty and musky, the smell and taste of war still clinging to him. You loved it, loved the way he smelled like a man should.
He broke the kiss, moving to nip and suck on the sensitive skin of your neck. He quickly unplaced his breeches with one hand, using his knee to keep you propped up against the wall.
"Do you have any idea what I wanted to do to those men when I heard?" His voice was a growl as he spoke, pressing his hips into yours. "What I should do to them, for daring to touch what's mine."
"They didn't-" Your words were cut off by a moan, as his cock rubbed against your cunt. He was hard and hot, the tip already leaking as he slowly slid into you.
"Quiet," He was slow as he entered you, stretching your walls. His voice was breathy as he spoke, his own pleasure evident.
He was slow at first, taking his time as he moved his hips. He was still kissing and sucking on your neck, marking the skin with a trail of red bruises. He wanted everyone to see, to know you were his.
You could feel the way he was holding back, the way his body trembled. He was fighting the urge to be rough, the animalistic side of him threatening to break free. But you didn't want him to hold back, didn't want him to treat you gently. You wanted him to let go, and fuck you like a wild animal.
"Am I not allowed to be admired by others?" You were taunting him, hoping to push him over the edge. "Am I not allowed to enjoy the company of handsome men?"
He chuckled at your attempt to provoke him, but it was a hollow sound. "You are not." He said simply, his grip tightening on your thighs. He increased his pace, pounding into you harder as he spoke. "I want every man in this city to know you're mine, to know you'll always be mine."
You whimpered as his words, your back arching against the wall as his cock rubbed against your sweet spot. You were already so close, and his words were doing nothing to help.
He noticed the change, the way your cunt clenched around him. He hummed, a dark smirk on his lips. "No, you won't cum until I allow it."
"Please." You whispered, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his brutal pace. He was relentless, hitting the right spot every time.
"Not yet." He whispered, his voice dark and commanding. "You'll take what I give you."
Your eyes widened at his words, and you knew he wouldn't relent. You bit down on your lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. He was punishing you, and you weren't sure how much longer you could take it.
"Will you put your heir inside me, my prince?" Your voice was a whisper, your fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders.
His only response was a grunt, and you felt him twitch inside you. Your words were working, breaking his unshakable control. He was losing himself, and you couldn't wait to see him snap.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his thrusts becoming erratic and his breathing heavy. Pounding into so hard that your head hit the stone wall, your hips slamming against it with every movement. Pain and pleasure blended into one distinct feeling, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer.
He was chasing his release, his own pleasure the only thing on his mind. There was still a rage simmering under his skin, a fire that threatened to consume the both of you. And you couldn't help but think how beautiful he was, the way the moonlight caught his sweat slick skin, the way his muscles rippled and tensed beneath his skin.
His thrusts were brutal, his grip on your thighs almost bruising as he chased his pleasure. You could feel the way his body was trembling, the way his breathing was labored. Soft little moans caught between his lips, his face contorted in a mix of lust and anger.
And then you felt it, the way his cock pulsed inside you. The warmth of his seed as it filled you, and his hips stuttered as he pressed deep inside you, holding you still. His head dropped onto your shoulder, his breath hot on your skin as he panted.
You waited, his seed already leaking out of you, but his cock was still hard. He wasn't done, not yet. He held you close, carrying you over to the bed, his cock never leaving the warmth of your cunt.
He was careful as he laid you down, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing more of him.
He began thrusting again, slower this time, and deeper. His movements were calculated, each roll of his hips perfectly aimed to bring you both the most pleasure.
His hand moved between the two of you, his thumb finding your sensitive nub. Rubbing in tight circles, and you knew it wouldn't take long. Not with the way he was pounding into you, the way his cock filled and stretched you.
"Come," He commanded, his voice low and breathless. "Let me feel you."
And that was all it took, your back arched, and your nails scratching down his chest, leaving bright red welts in their wake. Your cunt clenched around him, drawing a moan from his lips.
He followed after you, his hips snapping forward a final time, his seed filling you once more. He collapsed on top of you, his head buried in the crook of your neck, his body a solid weight pressing you into the bedding.
You ran your hands through his hair, gently combing the silky locks. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes were closed, his face peaceful. He was so beautiful like this, but you couldn't help but wonder what had brought on his rage, his need.
You'd heard the whispers of course, the rumors of his behavior after a battle. Some said he went mad, killing anyone in his path, while others said he used the bloodshed to fuel his lust. But only you knew the truth, with every swing of his sword, he thought of you. Worrying about your safety, his love and affection for you was what kept him fighting, what kept him going. And now he was using that passion, that fire, to claim you as his own.
He was never a man of words, his actions speaking louder than any pretty poem or flowery sonnet. He didn't have the ability to explain his feelings, but he showed them with every look, every touch.
"Do you really wish for a child?" You whispered, your voice barely audible.
He let out a soft grunt of agreement, his body shifting as he rolled off you. He laid on his side, his arm draped across your waist, pulling you flush against his body.
"You should get some rest." He whispered, his words muffled by your hair. "I plan to keep you occupied tomorrow."
"Is that so?" You asked, a smirk on your lips.
"Yes." His voice was thick with sleep, his body relaxing into the bedding. "I have to make sure I've bred you properly, after all."
You rolled your eyes, his arrogance still intact, even when tired.
"Don't roll your eyes at me." He murmured, his hand resting on your stomach. "I've seen the way you've looked at the other children, and the way the mothers gaze upon you. You're jealous, and I aim to give you what you want."
"I didn't know you were so perceptive." You teased, your eyes closing as his warmth surrounded you.
"I choose not to be." He whispered, his voice fading into nothing. His breathing was soft, his body limp as he fell asleep.
Your husband was a complicated man, and his behavior was unpredictable. But it was moments like these, when his guard was down and his thoughts were clear, that you truly saw him.
And you liked what you saw, his heart, his soul, the good and the bad. The beast, the knight, the man. It was all just him, and you wouldn't change a thing.
