“I can’t sleep if I’m cold..”
NSFW, Minors/Ageless blogs do not interact.
Contains: Cockwarming, Thigh fucking, L bombs.
“And then, you take the left hand and place it over your right. Make sure to focus your magic on your fingertips, as such.” Roy says, with the same princely smile as always.
Even after months of being in this magic realm, everything seems to surprise you again and again. Yes, you’ve learned how to float a feather, or make water turn to an inky black color, but still, it’s so unusual to see everyone else fine with things you consider impossible.
“Miss Y/n? Are you feeling okay? You seem to have spaced out for a bit…”
“Oh! Sorry, I’m okay.” You reply.
“Mmn…Roy. Y/n. Are you practicing magic?” A sleepy voice behind you asks.
“Master Lynt,” Roy says, surprised. Lynt has tendencies of accidentally sneaking up on people, as he doesn’t speak much. It wears the poor boy out.
Lynt. Not your paramour, but also not your friend..He claims he has no need for a paramour, yet you and him are needy for eachother. Your bodies on one another, his obsession for every part of you, his bites on your thighs and his absolute craving for you almost every single night. The only thing he seems to like to eat is you. Otherwise, he’s picky.
“Don’t you think it’s a little too late to be studying, Y/n?” Lynt asks, yawning after the sentence.
“Not particularly..It’s only 1.” You say, but he tugs you by the sleeve, giving you the somber look that destroys you inside.
“Y/n..Won’t you come to bed with me..? Please..?” He pleads, almost begging, cupping your face.
“You’re excused, Mistress Y/n,” Roy says, giving in to the sleepy princes’ pleads and his own fatigue.
Lynt leads you all the way to his quarters, hand tangled in yours. Tino greets you two with a panicked look of relief.
“Young Master Lynt! Please tell me your whereabouts before you do such..!” Tino cries, as Lynt yawns.
“Mhm..” He yawns, as he ushers the valet to his own quarters.
“Cmere, Y/n. Time for bed.” Lynt smiles and takes one of his sleep shirts, and manually takes off your shirt and skirt, along with your shoes and sets them aside.
“Up.” He mumbles, pointing to your arms. You oblige, and the prince puts the shirt over you.
“Oh..I forgot a step. Lift the shirt up, Dear.” Lynt says, taking your bra off, taking a moment to hug around your waist and take in your scent.
“Haha, Lynt, that tickles!” You chuckle, as he caresses your tummy.
Lynt carries you bridal style to his bed and hooks his arms around your waist behind you, kissing you up your shoulder, to your neck then your jaw. He loved your skin, the plush feeling under him made him happy.
“I want you..Y/n. I wanna be inside.” He whispers, hands going to your clothed heat between your thighs, taking your panties off and his pants off after.
When you first saw Lynt’s full size, you were at the least surprised. An average girth but the length was almost scary for a man like him. Nine whole inches to go inside you over and over again. Nine inches to hit that cervix and pound into you, to grind and to taste all over again.
“Please..Let me hold it inside you.” He whimpers, the poor boy pumping into your thighs with the power he has left. He loves your thighs, cherishes them, kissing, licking, biting and laying on them anytime he can.
He whimpers over and over again in your ear as he holds your hands in his, your thighs coated with the pre cum that leaked out of his pretty cock. He begs and pleads, though you won’t let him go inside until he cums all over your plush thighs. Lynt rides up your thighs to get to your clit, rubbing his length oh so well with the rhythm of his desperate pumps in and out of your thighs. You felt the heat building up in his cheeks as he moans and tightens his grip on you.
“Gonna..gonna cum soon..” He sqeaks out.
“That’s a good boy. Keep going, you can do it.” You praise, as he bite down on your neck.
“Hnn..I can’t..take it anymore..Y/n!” He exclaims, as he bucks into your thighs one last time to get the release he waited for. Finally, he thought, as he got excited for what came next. He positioned himself to your entrance and pushed inside your gummy walls, 1, 2, 3, 4…Oh! You exclaim as Lynt pushed the remaining 5 into you, impatient and needy for you.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry..I couldn’t wait. I’m sorry, darling.” He says, concerned.
“It’s okay. I’m okay, Lynt.” You assure him, as he pulls you back and kisses you.
“I love you Y/n. A lot.” He whispers. He’s never said that before…Though you liked it. You liked the feeling of being loved by Lynt Akedia. Smiling, you both go to bed. It’s safe to say Lynt was very tired the next morning.
“You seem to be a lot more tired today, Lynt. I wasn’t sure that was even possible, but here we are.” Toa says, cold as ever.
“No reason at all.” He mumbles, straight back to sleep.
“Oh? Could it be you and Y/n had some fun last night?~” Fenn teases.
“He cannot hear you, he’s in deep sleep. As for you, you degenerate, don’t talk about such inappropriate topics.” Toa sneers.
“How could I not do that, dearest Toa?” Fenn says, laughing.
“For once, I agree with Quelsum. Cease your talking.” Guy says, glaring daggers at both Fenn and Toa.
Roy just sits there, laughing at their conversation.
