#mlm fantasy

[throbbingwithheat]

Leaky tip of their cock tapping my clit as it slides forward. Sliding backward, threatening to slip inside. Sliding forward, slicker and wetter, tapping my clit, sliding backward. Sliding forward, hitching at my entrance, continuing, tapping my clit, sliding backward. Their cock gets more slippery with every pass, pulsing, so warm between my soaking thighs and lips. Sliding forward. Soon, one of us won't be able to take the teasing any longer. Sliding backward.

[speerfisch]

'plucking off daisy petals', 2023, inspired by the painting "Paolo and Francesca", 1894, by Frank Dicksee 

[boylurer]

Lowkey craving someone who makes me worse. A liege who forces me to tell him my most depraved and violent fantasies while jerking me off, gets me drunk enough to agree on acting them out while I'm still hesitant, corrupts me into taking more and more immoral orders, for his pleasure first of course, for him I'd do anything, but I barely notice when what pleases him most becomes me obeying my cravings... until all I know is depending on this man who indulges me every time and shows me how to take what I want with no remorse <3

[sleepypuppyboi]

I hate using my brain zᶻ ૮˶- ﻌ -˶ა⌒)ᦱ

[transpecter]

imagining sitting outside in the porchlight on a warm summer night. I've got a joint between my lips, already stoned but still smoking. my pants have been pulled around my ankles and there's a pretty thing lapping dutifully at my tdick. I inhale deeply on the joint, drawing dizzying smoke up to wrap cozily around my brain. My cock twitches as I pull the boy up to kiss him, pressing my tongue against his and shotgunning the smoke into his mouth.

I pull away quickly, leaving him looking glassy-eyed and fucked out. I push him back down onto his knees before he can exhale, and he has to blow smoke on my cock as I start to fuck his warm mouth. We keep going until I'm too high and horny to hold back anymore and I cum down his throat with a moan.

[aghostahhh]

Imagine this; me and you are childhood best friends raised out in the countryside right? We were both raised in homophobic families so naturally we had the same views so we never acknowledged the prolonged stares, or the moments we were just a little too close to be normal, or the moments out hands would brush while doing work, or the time you showed me how to till the soil by getting behind me and guiding my body. Until one night sitting out by the bonfire we created in the field while we both have a few drinks we snuck from our parents, then a few more, then our words start to slur together and out comes a drunken confession, who knows which one of us said it, but suddenly were looking into eachothers eyes and we inch closer and closer until our lips just barely brush and were breathing heavy then one of us pushes their lips into the other and now were making out infront of the fire, im in your lap and were hoping our parents dont see us but we also don't care because it just feels so good and so right. Like imagine that, that would be so crazy.

[kaerwrites]

I have a Patreon!

I am now working on an original novel project. Realm of Sorcerers: Fates' Champion is a New Adult fantasy with an eventual enemies-to-lovers subplot. It features a light vs dark magic system, a magic school, and a main character I absolutely adore.

I share unedited draft scenes on my Patreon, for anyone who wants to follow and support me on this journey. Anything the Patreon pulls in will go toward advertising when it's time to self publish next fall.

The beautiful banner you see here is by Comics by Cass!

[scion-of-chaos]

From my upcoming novel, The Scion of Chaos!

This masc NB knight is an ex-assassin and royal spy with their lover and new charge, Prince Darshan, the dread Necromancer Prince.

This Prince isn’t all he seems! Underneath his fancy clothes and tough exterior, Alan was just a simple goldsmith until his word turned upside down and found himself 6 feet deep in royal intrigue in the castle town of Estari.

Longer character blurbs under the cut!

Alan/Prince Darshan Rannar

Before the events of the story begin, Alan would have called his life rather simple and to a large degree, peaceful. After an accident in his childhood left him with a nearly fatal back injury, memory loss, and disturbing hallucinations, he already has his hands full enough with continued medical care, his job as Master goldsmith and runes-layer, and a night life full of trysts with several of the more masculine elves in castle town. When a previously buried magical talent of necromancy gives him the ability to heal his apprentice in desperation, he finds himself knee-deep in royal intrigue, dressed in more silks and finery than he ever thought possible, battling Shades, and unearthing the secrets of a long-dead kingdom. As Prince Darshan Rannar, he wears the crown and coat of a feared necromancer with a dangerous and dreadful gift, but as Alan, he finds himself falling ever deeper in love with his knight, Crowe. Alan must learn to trust both his allies and the long-forgotten parts of himself to overcome the challenges of a new life where he finds himself questioning everything he knows.

Crowe

Royal spy and ex-assassin Crowe — the elven king’s good luck charm — was once the favorite of Alan’s many lovers, but against their own better judgement, they find themselves drawing in ever closer to Alan, the very man they swore to observe and protect. There are many things Crowe knows nothing about themselves due to the decisions they’ve made throughout their life to bury anything inconvenient and get rid of the evidence. As long forgotten generational secrets are unearthed and their relationship with now Prince Alan deepens, things they had thought dead and gone come back to haunt them. Knight Crowe is almost always seen by Alan’s side, rapier at the ready. If not, you’ll likely find them lurking in the shadows, lying in wait for the perfect opportunity.