#magnarxcyrus

[rhapsodc]

smut gif starter meme. / ( gif ) / @coivi

Magnar groaned. He opened his eyes and watched as the lines of the wall in front of him started to unblur. Gods. It was good to be awake again. If not for his war, at least for this. The tongue of a hot man, running up his hole, making him clench in a desperate silent desire to be fucked. Royally fucked. He moved his large shoulders, the muscles on his back appearing as he pushed his ass down, rubbing his crack over that handsome face. "Your tongue makes me believe the gods have created your kind for this." He let out a soft chuckled but it was followed by a loud moan as the tongue ran a circle over the edge of his pucker than pushed it in. He clenched the muscle against the wet tip, eyes rolling under the pressure of that pleasure.

"I bet your cock is going to make me feel really good too." With his hands against the wall, he started moving his hips. A slight push up, then down again over that face. His own hard cock had its head wet from all the precum. Since his awakening, he hadn't found a lover like that. Maybe it was nostalgia, but mankind used to fuck better before. Thankfully Cyrus was doing the work he had been looking for. "When I conquer them all, I'll give you a bloody title. You'll be part of my court." He continued to move his hips, rubbing his crack over that face, making sure his scent would spread all over. "Fuck me this good and I'll put a crowd on your head, boy."

[rhapsodc]

@coivi / command and obey meme.

► "Take off your clothes, nice and slow." (w/ Magnar)

Magnar gulped. The Adam's apple on his throat moving under the soft cloth of his fancy clothes. He looked at the man sitting on his throne, legs spread, a beautiful bulge on his crotch. And an attitude that would make anyone that entered doubt who was really the King there. Magnar knew who he was, but it didn't stop his hands from moving to the thick buttons of his surcoat. Once it was open, he let it slid off his large shoulders until it fell heavily with a thump around his feet. Underneath he still wore a few other layers of clothing, including gold belts and an even fancier undercoat. And yet, patiently, slowy, looking at the man and his bulge, Magnar dropped piece by piece. Under that gaze, everything was gone. He was unused to undress himself. If not a lover, than his servants would do it for him. But he had a feeling that was not the type of show Cyrus wanted. His clothes gathered on the floor. Heavy thumps indicated gold, silver and more. He even felt lighter by the time he stood with only his cotton white shirt and cotton underpants. His own bulge showed something that would humiliate any other king, but made Magnar feel satisfied with his own body. A hard, thick cock made quite a volume right there.

Stepping forward in only those clothes, he freed himself from the mount he made. Step by step, he got closer to the stairs that led to his throne. Before the first step, he stopped and pulled off his shirt. "I'll take this off too, Lord Cyrus, but once I do, you better have a plan. This little game of yours might be humiliating for me, and my response will be either the best fuck of your life or your death." Turning around, he bent over to take off his underpants, sliding them down thick thighs and strong legs. As he bent, he kept his knees just slightly straight, which meant his back was going down and his thick, muscle ass was at full display. He moved one leg up, took the underpants off from it and slowly, as if he was just preparing for a bath, he repeated the action for the other leg until he stood up again, fully naked. Throwing the underpants down to the stone floor, he turned with a serious face and a hard cock that slightly curved to the right. "What now, my Lord?"