The Hedonist, eldritch god of pleasure, gets to know Jeff's apprentice, Briar. Gets to know her very very well...
Contains in no particular order: pwp, piv, groping, clit orgasm, tentacle bondage, size difference, polyamory, mentions of knotting, tentacle cock, minor dirty talk, mild femsub, unprotected sex. All characters mentioned are 25+. Set in the Horrors au, see @world-of-horrors-au for more information.
Truthfully, the Hedonist isn't sure what to make of the woman. He reads people pretty well by now, knows how to get under the surface to learn who they really are. He's familiar with scars of all kinds, on the skin, on the soul.
Jeff's apprentice should not be so difficult to understand. She should be the easiest of all of Jeff's pack, being the most recent. And yes, on the surface, he does get her. She's like Jane. Does he really need to understand more than that?
He can't remember what led to this. It's like she just showed up, sat on his desk. Is it Memorian wine intoxicating his thoughts? Is it the scent of the flowers, the Queen's roses, fresh on his desk? Or maybe it's her.
The Hedonist runs the back of his finger over Briar's scarred cheek, and watches her shiver. His hand drags down the soft skin, she tilts her head back to let him run down her neck. He cups her breast. She sucks in a breath.
Her bra is thin. Her nipple hardens under his thumb, pushing through the fabric. He watches as her eyes close, she bites her lower lip. Fair, freckled skin flushes. If he didn't need to send her home in a few hours, he'd rip the clothes off her curves and send for replacements. But this already feels forbidden.
She's easy to lift off the desk and settle into his lap. Her eyes open, she looks down, and her cheeks darken further. The Hedonist can't help but grin at that. He reaches for her ponytail and she doesn't stop him. Soft dark hair tumbles over her shoulders
Soft hair, soft skin, soft soul. How did you survive this long? he wonders.
That soft skin rubs against his bare chest, her hand exploring his muscles. It surprises him, the little grin she's got surprises him. He grips her ass and grinds her down on his bulge. Oh, that squeak, that's so cute.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she frowns with purpose at him. He watches her close her eyes, grind down on his cock. His cock throbs, he grins.
"Briar," he whispers. She opens her eyes and looks up at him.
He doesn't kiss many of his lovers. He kisses her. He kisses her to distract her from the way he's slipping his hand under her skirt, and freeing himself from his tight jeans. The kiss breaks, she looks down in surprise. The Hedonist chuckles.
His cock grinds against her cunt. Her eyes haze over as the tip of the tendril teases her clit. He's heard what she likes, what drives her wild, what makes her beg. Her pack runs her rough. He'll go a little easier on her tonight.
A little.
The Hedonist places his hands on her hips and gives her a little control. With a sigh, she drags herself against the length of his cock. Back and forth she rocks herself. Her head falls back. She's soft and warm and soaked already. Barely any foreplay and she's this eager. He growls and kisses her again, sliding his hand into her shirt. She moans into his mouth.
It would be so easy to let her cum like this. Maybe too easy.
As she slides herself forward again the tip of his cock finds her entrance. She grabs his shoulders, holds in a soft yelp. He watches her face and lets himself feel everything. Every single sweet inch of her warm pussy. Her thighs tremble, she pants, rests her forehead on his chest.
He runs his hand up and down her back.
"That's right, sweetheart. You're doing good. Just a little bit deeper."
"Fuck," she whispers, breathless and needy.
Needy. Yes that's what she is. Hides it well, doesn't she? But she needs more than she lets people know. The way she digs her nails into his skin, bites her lip harder, it's better than he expected.
The first thrust and her head falls back. Her moan fills his office.
Fuck, she's cute. He wants more, and he knows how to get it.
She's not hiding anything now. He watches, smiling, as she holds his hands placed on her hips, her small ones resting on top of his large ones. Every noise is a victory, a breaking down of the walls between them. He fucks her steady, bouncing her gently, easily, on his cock. She's taken more of him than he expected, but Horrors are a resilient lot.
Resilient, and passionate, too, he thinks, as her arms wrap around his form. She rests her forehead against his chest, groaning between her clenched teeth. She's thrusting back into him. His hands wrap around her thighs, grasping the warm, toned human flesh. He holds her still with a grin. Briar groans louder.
"Fuck-" she whines, the slight drawl in her voice intensified. Her nails dig into his skin.
"More?" He teases.
"Please!"
He could get used to her begging. But he hopes he never does.
A large thumb skims over her clit. She moans. He does it again, marveling at the size of it compared to his thumb. Her cunt clenches down, hard enough he sucks in air between his sharp teeth. Slick is dripping down his writhing cock, sliding over his leather jeans, and if he doesn't do something he's going to lose his mind.
The Hedonist moves. She squeaks as her back hits the desk, his body towering over her. A tendril snaps out, dragging her wrists over her head. Briar wraps her legs around his body, squeezing down on his cock as she moans.
"Yeah," he says. "That's what you like, is it? Thought you were that type."
"Please," she whispers back.
He chuckles.
She's soft under his hands, moans echoing through his office. He never stops moving, not his cock, not his hips. His desk creaks but doesn't surrender, not like she is. With a tendril he lifts up her shirt and tight bra, wraps his hand with care around her breast. The Hedonist teases her nipple. Her eyes close, and her back arches.
"Please!" She begs.
He leans down over her, grinning wide.
"You wanna cum, sweetheart?" The Hedonist chuckles. "Me too."
He slams into her. Briar shudders.
"I'm gonna send you back to your pack with my cum dripping down your legs. They're all gonna know what I did to you." He laughs. Laps at a drop of sweat trickling down her neck. "Think they'll be jealous? Think they'll fuck the cum right out of you? Bet those demons of yours will do anything to get my scent off you."
"Oh, god-" Briar's legs tremble.
"Damn right." He holds her hip. Shifts his thrusts to slide his cock over her clit. "Call me that again, pretty whore. Call me your god."
"Oh, god-!" Briar throws her head back.
"Good girl," the Hedonist says, "that's such a good girl. I'm gonna make you cum until you can't walk."
She whines, desperate. Needy. Fuck. Fuck. And he has to send her home in a few hours. How is he supposed to do that? Writhing on his cock, looking like a goddess of fertility, their pleasure blending into one. Fuck.
"God, please-" she begs. No, she prays. Prays to him. And he's a benevolent god... For now. Lucky woman.
The tip of his finger tickles her clit, short teasing strokes that lift her off the desk again. She prays, she chants that sweet melody - "please please please please please please please-" - and he's grinning, cock throbbing and squirming in her needy human cunt, and there's no way he's going to last, he's going to knot her when he cums, he just knows it...
Her body locks up when she cums. The sweetest moans yet tumble from her lips, eyes hazy with pleasure. Her thighs, her cunt, squeeze down on him, the pleasure dizzying, delightful. He moans, fucking her, teasing her, her pleasure as satisfying more than any selfish sex ever could.
He doesn't want to stop. And from the way she shakes, holds him tight to her body, she doesn't either.
"More?" He asks, slowing down just in case.
It takes Briar a moment to speak, but she's already nodding.
"Please," she whispers.
The Hedonist's grin spreads wide over his face.
"Atta girl," he purrs, and bends down to kiss her, swallowing her moans.
He'll apologize to Jeff later. He's going to need at least a week with his apprentice to truly get to know every inch of her...
So, I have a different OC I wanna post here. I'm gonna anyway just because, but anywho-
Thought I'd give ya'll insight as to whom and what he is before I make anything to post here for visuals.
Info under the cut to limit post length
His name is Scales. He is part of a specie I made of my own, known solely as Silver-Back Serpents, a rare variant of Serpent. Now these guys are very, very powerful, couple that with the fact that Scales' family in particular are known for their seemingly endless power, physical or otherwise. All Silver-Backs have 3 forms, Serpent, Naga, and Humanoid form. They speak for themselves I believe. In Humanoid and Naga forms, they have 2 sets of arms at default, any extra or any less are considered deformities. They have hair in these two forms as well. In their Humanoid form, they have a tail, and their legs are digitigrade. In Humanoid and Naga forms, they also have large side fins. These will be better explained with an image, so I'm not even gonna try.
Most if not all Silver-Backs have a certain type of tentacle known as 'Sentient Tentacles'. Theirs usually end in snake heads. They also only have a few, the most any ever had was maybe seven. Now, while Silver-Backs can control them, most of the time their tentacles are doing their own thing. However, there is a limit to their sentient-ness. If the main body feels a certain way, the tentacle feel the same, often moving in ways pertaining to that feeling. For example, if a Silver-Back is falling in love, the tentacles might curl up into a heart shape, fixate on the one the main body is falling in love with (whether that be by 'staring' at the person, or just being touchy), or start 'whispering.'
Whispering is when the tentacles of the Silver-Back make noises imitating the feelings coursing through the main body, and therefore the tentacles.
Now, who Scales is is another story entirely. He is an OC I made because I was getting tired of making female aligning significant others for Offen- Asmodeus. I was tired of the sterotype of him being... That. I was tired of always seeing Dom Asmodeus when we were seeing Sub of the other Brothers, including Slenderman. Yes, Scales is Asmodeus' Pirate Daddy, and Asmodeus fucking loves it.
As said in the last Bullet, Scales is a Pirate. A Pirate Lord at that. My imagination, when it came to his ship, wasn't all that creative, basically opting for a Black Pearl carbon copy. Scales is infamous in some places, and famous in others. He is known for not only how massive his Fleet is, but also how many Republic (more on that at a later date) vessels, including Men-of-War he has absoluetly destoryed. Not including the fleets he has defeated, which all he fought and defeated were known for their prowess and many victories.
Scales' businesses are also rather popular, with an equal divide of Black Market trading, and legal stock marketing. Anything from contraband to local goods, he's got it on his ship, ready to make some coin. Now, he is a Pirate Lord, and that means he is up to a fair amount of no good most of the time. Sure, he may run a completely legal business, and one not so legal, but he has to have a way to get the goods to sell.
In the places he is infamous, Locals and Republicans alike will hesitantly tell you dark tales of the scurvy Silver-Mamba, who comes to raid them every so often. This is where the Pirate Lord is mainly heard of.
On the contrary, places that he is famous at will gladly tell you of heartwarming stories of the wonderful Scales, who rescued their lands of the Republic, and being accompanied by a small fleet of his Brethren, took over the Republic's bases with little to no trouble at all, establishing them as his own, and helped the Local Villages and Small Towns flourish. They'd happily yap away, exitedly sharing stories of when Scales would help them farm, help with the animals, help care for the children. They'd also gush over his hearty Brethren, who also helped with these tasks, always happy to help the Villagers and Townsfolk with any task, big or small. They'd all help the children smile, most of the Crew opting to tell them stories of their adventures, even going as far as allowing some Villagers, Townsfolk, and Children climb aboard a couple ships and sail around the Islands.
I will add more later, for now, this is the info dump! Hope ya enjoyed reading abt Scales! ^^*
