Kunigami keeping you pinned down in doggy style enjoying the size kink all while saying "See? You can take all of me."
"And here you thought I'd be too much for you. Told ya'."
Hearing the flustered noise of embarrassment from you below had Kunigami laugh just before he lowered himself further down to kiss your cheek in comfort.
He did wish that the two of you were facing each other, if just so he could bask in every look of pleasure that would cross your features.
However, that was absolutely not to say that he had any issues with the current position the both of you were in.
Far from it.
He admired the gorgeous view of your backside all while he basked in the sight of his cock plunging into you from behind, how your ass pressed so perfectly right up against his sturdy hips, and how your waist was just made to be grabbed and squeezed by his big hands.
Not to mention, the fact that you were currently on all fours before him for him and him alone--there was no way he was letting you out of bed anytime soon.
Another kiss followed, this time right on the corner of your mouth as he called out your name, his voice taking on a huskier, lower octave as he asked,
"Though, since you're taking all of me so well, you won't mind if I take all of you for myself, yeah?"
Rook Hunt, my weird beloved Frenchman, saying "Mon amour, how beautifully your walls cling to me in this position~ You'll milk me dry with ease!" in prone bone with a breeding kink (with added bite marks pls pls pls)
No iron bars and yet you were caged.
No rope and yet you were bound.
No steel claws and yet you were trapped.
After all, Rook only needed to keep you beneath his shadow to have you exactly where he wanted.
His palms rested on the back of your hands, his fingers laced sweetly with yours.
And yet, he squeezed your hands often, a silent yet firm declaration that you were not to be free of his grasp anytime soon.
His lips showered your skin with kisses, the corners of his mouth remaining curled up in bliss.
This alternated with the way he greedily sunk his teeth into your neck, unable to resist the urge to display his claim on you, spurned further on by the idea of other potential suitors on campus noticing such marks.
His hips pressed down against your backside over and over, the pace of his thrusts keeping to a persistent rhythm that only sought to pleasure you endlessly.
After all, if he was to achieve his goal of pumping your womb full with his cum, he couldn't just burn through his stamina like some mindless beast.
Even so, as his mind thought once more to the day he would get to bask in the majesty and beauty of your maternal glow, Rook couldn't help but pound into you with increased feverish zeal.
Letting out a dreamy sigh, he squeezed your hands once more as he declared with breathless rapture, "Go on and take every drop of me--my love, my life. I yield it all to you, ma déesse! For you, I will hunt and I will worship!"
You were well aware of Fandaniel’s mischievous nature; even his seemingly kind gestures had hidden motives and secret caveats. So when he told you he had a surprise just for you, and took you by the hand to this room in Garlemald castle with your eyes blindfolded, you had your reservations; even more so when he disrobed you with a nonchalant flick of his hand, and bid you lie down on the pillows he laid out for you.
He was known to indulge your (and his) carnal desires often, but this was… different.
As you were comfortably rested on your back, you felt Fandaniel spread your legs and settle himself between them, his (now bare) hand tracing circles on your warm skin. “Remove your blindfold, if you please~”
You did as he bade, and immediately felt your head spin as your eyes darted about the room: Countless identical clones surrounded you, obediently awaiting their nefarious creator’s command. Evidently, Fandaniel had been busy cloning his own vessel – For your pleasure, and his.
“I do hope you had no other plans, little princess; I daresay this is going to be a long night~”
[my kink is getting run on a train of bowlcut bastards, no kinkshaming pls]
"If you would so kindly allow this jester to speak--to you, my majesty: are you not entertained~? Do speak now, or forever hold your peace...!"
The sound you let out was far from calm, causing an all too pleased smile to slide on Fandaniel's lips.
Along with that of the many, many doppelgangers that shadowed closely behind him.
Overwhelmed, disoriented, frenzied--only you and you alone could look so precious while entrapped in such a state: your body strewn across the bed in a sprawl, your legs kept wide apart to a seemingly endless chain of inevitably circling around his hips in a tight embrace over and over as hot rivulets of his seed poured out from your core.
You welcomed each incarnation of him nonetheless.
In the same way he and his various variants delighted in making you squeal shamelessly.
Whether he had you on your back with your ankles right by your head or reducing you to a pleasured heap on all fours, no matter the position, his goal of conquest upon your body was achieved every single time.
After all, even if you decided to hold your peace, you knew fully well that there was only chaos to be found while staying by his side.
And as your arms clung around his neck as you needily pulled him forward towards you for a kiss, Fandaniel only grinned from ear to ear as you continued to seek out his maddening affection.
Fandaniel, my love, teasingly saying "If only your little scion friends could see the way you weep for my seed," in a mating press with a breeding/creampie kink please.
Choo choo~!
🚂
“Hydaelyn’s faithful champion, Eorzea’s beloved savior—ahh the way your eyes shimmer so brilliantly!”
Fandaniel’s tongue swiped along his bottom lip with delight before proceeding to drag along your cheek ever so indulgently, lapping up the stains of your tears.
Overwhelmed and flustered, you could not resist from continuing to weep with pleasure as you remained prone in place as you bore the mighty brunt of Fandaniel’s relentless pounding. The pool of his seed beneath your ass spoke of the countless times he had pumped your core full.
His gloved hands had yet to leave your chest alone, groping freely as he salivated at the thought of them becoming full with milk—yet another treat for his lips to savor.
Eyes darkened with wicked affection, he gazed down at your pleasured features as he purred,
“How I impatiently look forward to seeing the looks on your companions’ faces when they see your belly round with my child, my darling doll ♡”
AHHH AND THAT’LL DO IT EVERYONE THANK U FOR RUNNING THIS TRAIN WITH ME I HOPE U ENJOYED RIDIN AND GRINDIN 🤸♀️
I STILL HAVE LAIOS’S PIECE TO DO ALONG WITH HOSTING THAT NEW EVENT THAT U ALL VOTED ON 🙇♀️ TY AGAIN FOR UR PATIENCE AND FOR ENTRUSTING UR LEWDIES WITH ME !!!