For the kinks can I request the aphrodisiac one with Lucas and a fem!SO?
This one is especially nice because there's already an in-game aphrodisiac to work with lmao. Thanks, creepy love potions!
Again, the usual CW for the aphrodisiac trope, which tends to get a little dubcon-y
Lucas (RF5) x AFAB Reader
Kink prompt list #44 - Aphrodisiac/sex pollen
NSFW 18+ V
"Are you really sure about this, Lucas?"
He meets you with that dauntless smile, his voice full of easy confidence,
"I should hardly think that some fanciful mortal concoction would prove terribly dangerous to a god's constitution, dearest."
You sigh and shrug. Perhaps you shouldn't have brought him something that would seize his inquisitive mind while he's still technically working. It's been a slow day, hardly a single customer, but you do feel some guilt at presenting such a distraction. You should know your eccentric lover well enough to know he won't be able to let a new experience pass by without investigation and thorough note-taking.
Regardless, he does have a point- his abilities have shocked and impressed you countless times by now. What's the harm, really?
"Alright," you concede, "I'm just saying, I found it in a cave, so..."
You let the sentence drift as Lucas uncorks the purported "love potion." He first gives it a tentative sniff, and raises his eyebrows, his expression one of pleasant surprise. Then, in one long swig, he tilts his head back and swallows the full vial.
He exhales, sets down the bottle on the sales counter beside him, and pauses. Then frowns. No reaction- not yet, anyway.
"Hmm," he raises a hand to his chin, "Nothing... Well, I must say that is a rather disappointing resul-" he stops. His dark eyes grow wide while his brow furrows deeply. Gradually, a pink flush tints his complexion.
"Lucas?" You step forward, placing a concerned hand on his arm. Without a word, he seizes your hand, drawing it from him yet not letting go. Slowly, his gaze scans your body, lingering at a few choice places as he groans your name under his breath. Your face begins to warm, and that warmth rapidly travels down through your center.
"Lucas-" you repeat, stepping closer. He mirrors your step backward, and covers his mouth as he forces his eyes from you.
"Dearest, I..." he grapples with his words, refusing to look at you as he speaks, "I find myself... overcome by some sort of- of... hunger."
The pieces are beginning to fall into place. Lucas had struggled with his own need for food when he first arrived in town, and the more intimate needs between lovers had been even more perplexing to him early on. If this potion has triggered his libido in some way as it would seem, then he's likely feeling hopelessly overwhelmed by the surge of lust.
You near him once more, cradling his face in your hand and allowing him to take in the warmth of your thoughts and feelings, hoping they'll offer him some reassurance. Then, when your lips meet his at last, Lucas shivers. You feel the tremor through his body, and you nearly pull away to check on him- perhaps you had acted too rashly, perhaps this is too much for him? Before you can move however, his hands grab both of your arms, and he kisses you hard, with an untethered passion you've never felt from him before. His tongue thrusts past your lips, he leans against you, his chest rising and falling with heavy, panting breaths.
"Please-" he whispers between kisses, his hands beginning to wander, "I cannot bear it, dearest- I... I need..."
Lucas turns you to face the sales counter, his strong chest pressed to your back. You feel his cock, large and throbbing hard, rutting against the plush swell of your ass. Gloved hands devour every inch of you, cupping your breasts and rolling a hardened nipple between his fingertips until his hunger drives him elsewhere. His caress runs firm down your stomach, trailing along your waist, then finally grabbing at your hips to pull you flush to him.
"Right- right here??" you gasp out in disbelief, and you wonder at first if he even hears you. His lips are hot at the crook of your neck, his breath heavy across your skin. Any thought of "taboo" has clearly abandoned him. Still, he does raise a hand to snap his fingers, and you hear the latch of the shop door click, locking it instantly. Well, that does answer your question anyway.
The unnatural warmth of his body is intoxicating as he reaches around you to undo the front of your pants, then tug them down your hips. You brace your hands on the countertop, and he bends you forward and cups a handful of your ass, spreading you open to take him. Lucas is never this forward with you. Honest, even to a fault, but never this forceful in the pursuit of pleasure, and the new thrill of it has you urgently hot and needy for him. Wordlessly, he presses the tip of his cock to your tight, drooling cunt, already clenching around nothing, longing for him to fill you. Yet with trembling hands, he restrains himself for just a moment.
"Darling, are... are you certain you do not mind-"
"Yes," you breathe out, arching your back and pressing yourself to him, "Do it, Lucas. Let me take care of you."
"Fellow gods have mercy," you hear him whisper, his voice hoarse in his throat. Then, his hips push forward, the thick head of his cock forcing you open around him. You whine his name, willing your legs to keep you upright as his member- somehow even bigger than usual- parts you, grinding into your every tender spot until he's sheathed in you to the hilt. Slowly, he draws out from you, then bucks forward, long and powerful strokes sending shocks of pleasure up your arching spine. Your lips part, hanging open as he pounds into you, his grip at your hips pulling you onto his thrusts. Lucas has never fucked you so hard or so deep before, always so concerned with your comfort, with what a mortal can handle, with taboo. Now, as his massive length stretches you and his tip slams into your core again and again, a single distant thought hovers through the haze of your mind.
You really need to learn the recipe for that love potion.
