Authors Note: I’ve spoken to the artist, and they asked and gave me permission to write this. But I highly recommend to go check out the original art piece, the link for is here. This is pretty much the story/written version of this
Summary: You’re in the middle of being worshipped to heaven by your husband, only your daughter can’t sleep…
Warnings: Hints at smut, innocent child, religious talk,
Tags: @slytherincursebreaker
It had taken nearly half an hour to get your daughter to finally get into her bed and fall asleep. You tried reading her her favourite stories, you tried tucking her in bed with todays favourite teddy bears, you even tried promising her with a day with only her uncle Finan and uncle Sihtric, which you know would’ve only made Osferth sigh and worry about if you were forced to tell him.
Though by the end, after all that, all it took for her to close her eyes and sleep, was for you to promise that for tomorrow instead of her normal Honey Loop cereal, she got to have pancakes with chocolate chips and a drizzle of honey on top. You were already dreading the sugar high you know will absolutely happen, but at least for now you could finally get into bed and sleep and cuddle next to your loving husband.
“Is she finally asleep?” Osferth asks as you close the bedroom door behind you and get into bed.
“Yeah… just to warn you though, you’ll need to buy some flour in the morning love. May have needed to barter with her and it included chocolate chip pancakes with syrup…” You smile as you burrow into your husbands warm bare chest and sigh with relief.
You can feel the vibrations of his laugh as he chuckles lightly. “That’s our girl! Taking after her mother!”
“Excuse me mister!” You exclaim, hitting him jokingly on the chest with the back of your hand slightly. You go back to cuddling his chest, but as you feel your eyes begin to droop, the feeling of Osferths lips trailing the skin of your exposed shoulder, certainly begins to stir you. “What are you doing Os?” You mumble, smiling slightly as you become more vigilant the closer his lips get to the inner curve of your shoulder.
“Just showing appreciation to my gorgeous wife, and our daughters oh so beautiful mother…” He murmurs, turning the both of you over so you’re on your back, and he has better access to your lips. The sound of your lips smacking filling the room as the two of you hold each other.
His hands move to the edge of your sleeping shorts, and slowly take them off so your left half bare to him under the sheets. “Such a wonderful perfect wife…” Osferth smiles as his hand begins to trace circles on your clit, and he greedily takes in your pleasure stained face.
He suddenly stops, much to your annoyance, but your mood certainly brightens as his hands move to take off his own underwear and now totally bare himself to you, the sight of him never not a turn on for you.
Osferth makes no hesitation in entering you, groaning deeply at the feeling of you automatically clenching your walls on him, as if you were attempting to pull him deeper inside of you. “Always amazing you utter goddess…” He murmurs leaning forward to kiss you deeply whilst you moan softly.
“Careful sweet husband… is your faith not monotheistic?”
“You of all people my wife should know I abandoned the reigns of my faith long ago… and I shall abandon them once more as I worship you tonight…” If those words didn’t affect you in some way, then there must be something wrong with you, as when you heard them you could feel yourself become somehow more aroused than you already were.
His thrusts though, soon find themselves becoming rougher and rougher, as the tip of his cock hits that part deep inside of you that you yourself could never reach. At the sudden sensation though, you automatically clench down on him in pleasure and dig your nails into the skin of his shoulders slightly, smiling at the sound of his light groans hitting your ears.
You can feel yourself becoming close, a feat Osferth always manages to achieve with you, always leaving you satisfied and wanting more. The knot in your lower stomach becomes tighter the harsher Osferth pushes himself inside of you, and your arms once digging into his shoulders move to the sheets to clench between your fists for stability.
You’re almost there, you know Osferth only needs to thrust a couple times before you-
“Mummy, Daddy? What are you doing?”
The room immediately turns stuffy and panicky as both you and Osferths heads snap to the direction of your daughters voice. Your cheeks feel as if they’re on fire as a harsh blush takes over not only on your face, but your husbands aswell. She looks so innocent, just standing there in her new pyjamas and holding her stuffed bunny that the two of you got her for her birthday.
“Mummy and daddy are tickle fighting!” Osferth exclaims. From the corner of your eye you can see the deep blush spreading to his neck, and if the moment wasn’t so serious you would’ve made a joke. Instead, you glare harshly at his sudden used excuse while he looks back at you sheepishly.
“A tickle fight! Can I join-“
“NO!” This time, the both of you exclaim it as quick as you can. The panic clear in each others eyes and voices, and yet your daughter is still oblivious. She still continues, to your and Osferths relief, to just stare at the both of you with a bright smile on her face.
“It’s a… grown up tickle.. fight… it’s not for you! Because-“
“Because it’s very very advanced!” You chime in. You almost regret saying no at the sight of your dejected daughters face and the small sad “Oh…” She makes at your and Osferths stumblings, but then you remember the situation you’re in, and you certainly don’t feel as bad as you did before.
“Well I hope you win mummy, because daddy’s winning!” She chirps in, looking happy once more before leaving and closing the door behind her, to hopefully go back to her bedroom and sleep. Still, you and Osferth anxiously wait with held breaths until it’s been long enough, and soon the two of you are giggling in a mixture of shock, shame and disbelief.
“Oh my god…” You mutter in disbelief, both your faces still red, though what once was due to pure horror and shock now stay that way due to pure disbelief and amusement. “I probably need to go check on her…” Osferth removes himself from you, the passion once prominent in the room now quickly depleted after the incident. You place a quick kiss to Osferths forehead before putting on your sleeping shorts once more and heading to the direction of your daughters room.
You peak in slightly, and your heart instantly warms at the sight of your daughter sleeping soundly in her bed cuddled up to her rabbit. The soft blue of her nightlight casting a light glow that washes over her, while the sound of her light snores make it to your ears. “Night night little one…” You whisper by instinct, not even really caring if she heard you or not, as you close the door back up and head back to your room.
This time, both you and Osferth actually go to sleep. Giving into the need for rest as you cuddled with each other, relishing in the warmth the two of you provide each other with.
“Love you…” You hear murmured quietly in your ear.
“Love you too handsome…” You instinctively whispered back with a small smile.
Like all things in adult life, the day in question happened because of a lost bet, however, from a certain angle, everyone involved won a nice surprise at the end of the day.
pairing: female stripper!reader x modern!osferth, finan and sihtric.
warnings: smut, p in v sex, tiddy sucking, oral sex (m and f receiving) and anal sex.
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Prologue
Part one: Osferth x Stripper!reader
“Watching her strolling in the night so white, wondering: Why It's only after dark?”
Part two: Sihtric x Stripper!reader
“In her eyes a distant fire light burns bright, wondering: Why It's only after dark?”
Part three: Finan x Stripper!reader
“In the dawn I wake up to find her gone, and the note says: Only after dark.”
Part four: Osferth, Sihtric and Finan x Stripper!reader | COMING SOON.
“In my heart, a deep and dark and lonely part wants her and waits for after dark”
Hi, honey💕. So... Well... What, if our lovely monk can no longer resist the desire, to kiss his beloved wife on the lips? Well, those lips, that are between her thighs...
ㅤㅤ The sweet taste of sin
∴pairing: Osferth x Fem!reader
∴warning: obscenities, female receiving, english is not my first language
part two
The carnal intimacy in your union with Osferth developed with time and patience. None of you were experienced and/or extroverts when it came to sharing a bed, especially your sweet husband, who in addition to being shy was a little more religious than most people. However, as body-to-body contact became more common in your marriage, the urge to test and discover things grew in parallel. The great reason for the curiosity to break new ground was the exchange of experiences with other lords and ladies, although for Osferth it was almost involuntary to hear, unlike you, who whispered subtly with your friends about the experiences of the flesh.
Living with other men meant constantly hearing about libidinous acts of all kinds, but one specific account caught his attention—almost horrifying him.
“The best way to stop a woman from talking is to shut her bottom lips, if you know what I mean.”
It wasn't the first time he heard about it, but the situation responsible for bringing him to the current moment was a few weeks ago when he heard Finan's advice to a young squire whose lady was still chaste and wished to remain so until marriage.
"You don't just have your cock to satisfy a woman, use your tongue and make her want more, she can also use her mouth to your advantage."
After that, the immoral thought of having his face between your legs took up more and more space in his mind. He was genuinely intrigued by the use of something as common and harmless as the mouth in such a… pleasurable activity. It felt wrong, almost a sin, but how could he think of anything else when your hands were palming him in that place during wet kisses? When you warmed him with kisses and licks on his neck and chest, with the tenderness of your mouth and the receptive warmth of your flower… everything was so good and intoxicating. His sweet wife, so beautiful and affable, so devastatingly tempting.
Osferth has tasted your lips, your face, your neck, the soft skin of your stomach and breasts. What would it be like to wrap your intimate petal in such an intimate kiss? How would you receive the idea?
He did not know. He was terrified, but it didn't go unnoticed by you.
“Is there a problem, my love?” You asked sweetly, cupping the right side of his face in your hand. It wasn't the first time you identified that look before they surrendered to love. It seemed recurring lately, but you wouldn't let it go from today.
The owl sang as you shared physical affection and loving words by candlelight, your white dress leaving little to hide in your precious husband's long arms, leg crossing his hip innocently.
“My lady”, he whispered after inhaling deeply, eagerly kissing your neck.
“Husband”, you replied quietly, melting and closing your eyes, briefly forgetting the nervous eyes and uncertain fingers of seconds ago. “Mm, do you want me?”
"Yes my love."
Turning to have it above your body, you scanned it intently, holding both sides of the beautiful, smooth face you loved so much. “You look nervous, did something happen? You had that look the last few times…”
Oh Lord. That was the moment. Sudden dryness clogged his throat and a red color stained his cheeks, remembering the last time he'd snaked his fingers up your thigh and planted kisses on the soft skin to settle between your legs and… that's enough, he couldn't take any more. He needed to say.
“My lady, th-there's something I'd like to do,” he began, propping himself up on his elbows and struggling to choose the right words, “now, there's something I'd like to do now, which some lords do for their wives. .”
"What my love? What would you like to do?”, you saw the flush rise in your Osferth's face, leaning in too to prop himself up on his elbows, lips close to his again. “No need to be ashamed, husband, tell me”, your hands stroked his hair. Heavens, he was totally embarrassed, hoping you'd catch on to his intentions quickly.
“My love… I want… I want to be between your legs. Kiss, between your legs.”
Oh! Your mouth parted in realization, smiling shyly and almost satisfied at the thought. A few ladies described the sensation as majestic and delicious, but it felt so indecent to think of your exquisite husband licking your nectar, so wrong… it didn't lessen the tingling between your legs.
“Osferth. I want. I want this, husband”, you kissed him tenderly, trying to calm him down through the slow movements of your lips. You lay down with him on top of your body, opening your legs to fit him.
“Are you sure, my love?”
“Yes, yes I have. I want you."
Even with your consent, Osferth was still nervous, nodding as he lowered himself to your hips, snaking his long fingers down both thighs to feel the softness of your flesh and slowly up your bed gown. Standing face to face with your naked flower, he preferred to plant a few kisses on the inside of your thigh before…
How should he proceed?
Remembering Finan's advice, your husband tentatively licked the midsection of your femininity, contemplating a part of her pearl with his tongue. Your legs closed and a low moan escaped, hands moving to cup the sides of his face. Osferth took another short lick, seeing your reaction repeat itself.
“More, husband, I want more.”
Using more pressure, he licked a longer strip over and over, gripping yourlegs a little tighter to keep your body still. As your sounds increased, Osferth buried his head deeper and held your hips for better support. The sensation was fantastic and warmed your entire body, spurring your femininity to provide additional moisture as it tingled where your husband's tongue gazed.
“Kiss me my love, kiss me more”, you whimpered, lifting your hips a little. “I want to feel everything.”
The fiery little thing you were allowed to harness your husband's wet member for your own lust, rubbing your intimacy in your sweet monk's face. “Eat me as if I were a fruit.” Your pert mouth enchanted him along with your nectar, the sweet taste of sin he lapped at so greedily. He started to suck you like a peach, devouring your petals from top to bottom, especially on that mound where you sang the loudest. So good, so delicious is his wife. Osferth surrendered completely to the mercy of your taste and your sounds, moaning when you squeeze his head between your thighs and pull a few strands of his dark blond hair. When the sweet pleasure that pooled in your pearl suddenly exploded, your eyes closed and a loud moan left your lips, enjoying the extra stimulation during the heat before gently pulling your husband away.
“That was so good,” you said breathlessly.
He was fascinated by your sweaty body and the peculiar taste between your thighs, wiping moisture from your face with his forearm. His bed pants didn't do much to arrest his manhood, leaving him conspicuous and in need of your attention, with a hazy look and slightly open mouth.
How could you deny your lovely husband anything?
Getting up slowly, you squeezed him gently between your pants to hear him groan. “Let me return the favor, my love.”
You repaid your husband's previous affection in the best possible way, luckily for him to seem to like it a lot.
∴pairing: Osferth x Fem!reader
∴warnings: male receiving, indecency, no plot just porn. and english is not my first language.
part one | ewanverse masterlist
Getting up slowly, you squeezed him gently into his pants and heard him moan. “Let me return the favor, my love.”
Unlike your husband, you weren't entirely flustered by mentions of debauchery. You had faith, but your religiosity didn’t match Osferth's, which particularly facilitated things in intimacy, as two rigid and fearful people were worse than one. Although you didn't have as much experience as other ladies, you were no fool about the things that could be done by a man and a woman, so imagine your surprise when your kind husband suggested such indecency of tasting your flower? Such pleasure bestowed on you by his mouth in an act so intimate and so good, it made your entire skin burn and yearn for more. The image of him clumsily tasting your nectar still stunned you, leaving you weak at the knees, however, nothing fairer than returning the favor to your sweet, handsome Osferth, just when he was sorely in need of your affection.
He didn't say anything when you massaged him into the thin fabric of the bedding, savoring the sensation with a little regret. Oh, how wrong it felt! But so good!
“My love, you don't have to do this if you don't want to, I’d understand…” he said with puppy dog eyes and red mouth, forming a pout.
Nothing derived from the love between soulmates could ever be wrong, and you convinced yourself of that faster than he did.
“Do you want me to stop, my love?” asked sweetly.
"… Only if you want."
“I don't want to, what about you?”
“No, I don't,” he said, then corrected himself. “I-I don’t want you to stop, my lady.”
Nodding with a smile, you pulled his manhood out and touched it tentatively, wiggling and squeezing as you remembered exchanging experiences with the other ladies — although not nearly the proper way. It was actually fascinating how hard and soft it was, so interesting that if it weren't for the squeaks and sounds of the man below you it would have totally captured your attention.
Your other hand held his jewelry before massaging it, making him almost shiver beneath you, spurred on by the caress of your two hands.
“Where do you like most, my lord?”
“Upstairs,” he replied breathlessly.
You moved your hand up to the bulging, bulbous top part, massaging and moving from top to bottom while working the bottom part with your other hand. Recalling some accounts of how to touch a man, you left a light grip on the top and lowered yourself to his level, placing it in your mouth. Oh, that had him squealing beneath you, clutching the hand you kept wrapped around him and the side of his head for support. For a moment you thought you had hurt him, as your next thoughts were about how you should do it. God, it seemed so difficult to keep your teeth from touching that your delay in getting used to taking it caused a small accumulation of saliva that served to lubricate him when you raised your head and lowered it slowly, sucking your way back.
“Oh my Lor-" he broke off, not wanting to speak such blasphemously.
You took it out of your mouth and kept touching him with your hand, spreading moisture over its length just to ask:
“Are you enjoying it, my lord husband?”
“Ye-yes, my love… it’s so good.”
Smiling again, you leaned in to take him passionately, licking and sucking as you played with his warm, valuable stones. Your disinhibition was gradually lost as you pushed him deeper, still calmly but steadily, you sucked him in the bulbous region every now and then, making him moan louder and louder. Your beautiful baby monk, so flushed and adorable beneath you, a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead as delicious sounds came out of his rosy lips. Your own intimacy clenched and twisted at the sight of him so desperate, yearning to feel the wet length of him against, to rise and fall over him, to feel the heat burn through your veins a second time in such a short period of time. So inappropriate, so wanton. So good…
“My love, oh f.. I think I will- Oh good Lo-“
You felt a squirt into your mouth with a strange, bitter taste, pulling back to see the white color. His seed. Oh God, your legs tingled and clenched, leaning down to lick as much as you could despite the taste, wiping it off with the back of your hand before stretching out for a lustful, hungry kiss, to be returned breathlessly with big hands. firmly grabbing your waist and pressing you against him. He leaned his forehead against you after the kiss, hugging you and inhaling your scent.
“So… that was really good,” you said.
“Very, my love, I didn't know you had such debauchery in you,” he teased.
“Do you mean to speak of debauchery when you suggested kissing me downstairs, husband? You’re unholy!” You smiled slyly, kissing every inch of his beautiful face.
“Perhaps I should do a purge after this,” he suggested good-naturedly.
It probably, won't be funny, but in my head it sounds like that. *deep breath. a very deep breath* Osferth is very happy, that there will be more people in the family soon. He runs around you, like a mother hen. Osferth absolutely adores your swelling tummy. Osferth kisses and caresses your pregnant tummy, and regularly talks to your baby inside it. Osferth again covers your stretched skin with kisses, strokes the bump of your belly and endlessly talks about his adoration of you and the baby. And purrs, when you stroke his head or giggle at his words. Osferth promises the baby, you carry under your heart, to introduce them to good, interesting people, promises to teach them everything he knows himself, promises to try very hard to be a best father and endlessly love his family. And as a response, he gets a pretty strong push, right in the face. In the nose or in the eye.
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I feel alive when I’m by your side
original gif credit @hapireads
∴pairing: Osferth x pregnant!reader
∴warning and a note: fluffy, humor, mentions of carnal acts. thanks anon for this ADORABLE request.
Your pregnancy was in the last stages, which left you feeling heavy and tired most of the day, but at the same time looking forward to meeting the fruit of your love with your sweet husband. Regarding the latter, perhaps Osferth was more euphoric than you with the arrival of the new member in your little family. He was so good to both of you, always helpful and doting on you and your baby, helping you get around the house, cooking and washing and planting gentle kisses on your temple. One of your favorite caresses was when he would kneel in front of you and start talking to your baby, tracing soft patterns on your belly before bestowing sweet kisses. You also loved it when he knelt for another purpose, but that's beside the point now.
That night he helped you sit up in bed as usual, getting on his knees to have his moment of adoration for your swollen and sensitive body. He kissed your hands before wrapping them around your belly, planting another kiss now on top of you.
“The baby is fussy today,” you said, resting your hands a little behind your body to better support yourself, avoiding the nagging pain in your back.
"He wants to get there soon, isn't he?" He asked looking at the bulge of her.
“Or her,” you replied, “my beautiful Aethelyn.”
“Our beautiful Aethelyn,” he corrected, almost purring as he added, “you will be as beautiful and good as your mother and have the best family possible.”
“She or he will be spoiled brats depending on their father,” you accused good-naturedly, smiling at him. It wasn't a lie.
"You can't blame me for loving my children."
"Children?"
“Children,” he said, “at least five.”
“Even if I stop spreading my legs for good, that won’t happen!”
“We know the first part is a lie and you shouldn't sin while our baby is in your belly,” he scoffed at your brief scowl, receiving an answer in the same tone:
“So you want to talk about sin, husband? I think the way you mouthed me a few nights ago was certainly inappropriate for someone so pure and devout…” you purred.
"You’re so mean. I hope our five children don't inherit that from their mother.”
As soon as he said this you felt the baby kick with considerable force to hit Osferth's face, specifically in his nose, causing him to stagger back a little and you let out a loud laugh. “Mmm so young and already protecting your mother against baseless accusations. Or maybe he doesn't want to share us with a brother.”
Returning to your belly with an accusatory frown, your handsome husband murmured with his hands resting on your thighs: "Traitor."
“Our baby chose the right side,” you said, planting your hands on either side of his face to pull him in a passionate, slow, gentle kiss. "I love you, my love, never forget that."
“Of course we won’t go to a strip club,” Osferth replied. The result, well, it took only a small amount of persuasion and intelligence from the Irish to include his idea.
pairing: female stripper!reader x modern!osferth, finan and sihtric.
warnings: sensual and sexual themes, english is NOT my first language.
after dark | masterlist
A few days ago a bet was made and the result was not satisfactory for Osferth. His birthday was usually celebrated year after year in a modern, cozy and pleasant pub along with his faithful group of friends, however, to his despair and willful, the scenario had changed this time.
“I don't want to do that, I feel like a pervert,” he complained when they approached the entrance to the club, receiving a fun look and a wide smile from Finan, the creator of that. A blush took over his cheeks as he thought what was about to happen. It has become a common reaction whenever he thought about it since he lost in his own business.
“It only makes everything better,” the Irishman mocked, putting his arm over the shoulder of the youngest member of the gang. "We have to be open to new experiences."
The experience in question was Finan's suggestion about the initially innocent bet on football that Osferth started among the guys. Obviously the man with a thick accent would not miss the opportunity to take his naive friend seriously, suggesting, in case Osferth's favorite team missed that his birthday was spent in a different place, specifically in a strip club.
“Of course not,” the young man with dirty blonde hair had said at the time.
"Of course your team will lose or that you don't want to bet against me?" Finan provoked.
“Of course we won't go there's a strip club,” Osferth replied. The result, well, it only took small amount of persuasion and wit from the Irish to include his idea. It was a happy coincidence since only a few days he had discovered an adult entertainment house reasonably close to his work in the center. In a quick search on the internet, Finan saw that was a more than decent club (in fact it was almost exclusive) and had some dress codes and other shit. There was also a median fee to enter, an amount that would apparently be paid with the quality of the drinks and the ladies.
It was the perfect night option, but since Uhtred started going out with Æthelflæd he was not a companion for the occasion, which restricted only to his other two faithful friends.
"It's a little depressing to pay to have sex with a lady, but since we're here..." Sihtric said.
"Calm down, tiger, we're not talking about having sex with the ladies, just seeing them dancing," Finan replied, still keeping the cunning smile on the other two.
“I agree with Sihtric,” Osferth complained pouting.
"Of course you agree, if I hadn't seen you all shy with that girl from the library I would instruct you to follow a religious path, like a priest or monk," the Irishman acted again, seeing his friend's blush increase even more.
It was true that loving conquests were not Osferth's strength, much because of his more fervent Christian upbringing than other people. He still carried a lot of that in his adult personality, which generated a barrier when it came to moving things forward with women. It seemed wrong, it was wrong, a naturalized sin, but he wanted it so much. He wanted to feel the love and warmth of a girl, to feel the smell and feminine touch near her skin, even if it was an iniquity. He believed in the word, he believed in salvation, but he was a mere sinner like everyone else and increasingly adept at worldly seduction. Even if he shared Sihtric's feeling and his own morality was against what was about to happen, a small spark inside him was anxious to see what was behind that door.
“Hey dude, if you really don't want to do that I won't force you, I'm not a jackass,” Finan finally said, turning in front of him.
It was just a spark, would he surrender so easily to instinct? "I..." no, he couldn't... "I want to see. I don't know why, but I'm curious."
“I knew, there's a big Casanova under your monk's mantle,” he joked, pulling Osferth close again like a bear.
“Leave our baby monk alone, it's his day,” Sihtric chuckled, seeing them both pay and come in first.
A series of surprises already came as soon as they took the first step. It was less dark than the expected, not at all decadent in structure (as Finan had said), foci of neon lights were responsible for illuminating the environment and there were poledances on all sides, as well as a large and luxurious main stage with a dim orange light coming from the center. It was presumed that the main attraction happened there, so the three men sat in the front row (much because of Finan) In addition to these characteristics — Lord have mercy!
A half-naked blonde girl was on the next stage, removing her bra to a man in a suit who had given her a considerable pack of money.
"I didn't expect it to be like this," Osferth didn't measure the words before releasing them, then correcting them: "I didn't expect it to be so explicit, I thought the girls were wearing underwear."
“It's called a strip club for a reason,” Finan said when calling the waitress. "You're adorable, never change."
“They wear underwear for a part of the time,” Sihtric scored as he carefully watched the dancer's full breasts on the next stage, receiving a wink from her when she noticed the attention received from the Dane and the lack of attention of the man in front of her.
"That's good for your ego, isn't it?" Finan asked while waiting for the service, pointing between his friend and the stripper.
"Not exactly. They are paid for it, it's not genuine but it's still a beautiful lady,” he replied as he looked away at a still very shocked Osferth. "Worse things will happen than outside breasts, you better get used to it."
And in fact it happened, especially when Finan surprised the youngest with a ridiculous Bday Boy hat. After that, a young redhead dressed as a nurse approached the three men with an intentionally sweet smile, looking at the young man in the center.
“Mm, do you need any service, Bday boy? I know some things that can make your day even better,” she smiled.
“He's shy, it's the first time in a place like this,” the Irishman said.
“Are you a virgin in that, sweetie? We can handle this," the girl's smile widened, seeing him disconcerted. Osferth wanted to sink into the chair with the beginning of that, but everything changed when in the middle of the dance the girl guided his hand to his newly naked chest, leaning over him, making his eyes widen. "Usually customers don't touch me for free, but I decided to make an exception for something sweet like you." The meat was warm and soft under his hand, the feeling leaving their pants tight and his neck red.
“T-thank you,” he said. The drinks arrived and with them the red-haired woman, or Tracy as she was on the small badge in her nurse uniform, looked in the direction beyond the three men and nodded positively.
“It's time for the main show, dear, I'll have to go, but you can meet me later if you want,” she blinked seductively and collected her costumes and the notes that Sihtric, Finan and others threw in her direction.
During his recovery, Osferth didn’t notice the amount of men tripling in the chairs around the main stage, while his two friends were very attentive about it. Yes, the previous dancer was very beautiful, but it wasn't exactly what Dane was looking for in a show or in a situation. Again, it was almost a stab in his pride to have to pay for a girl's attention. Unlike Osferth for his religious creation and Finan who was just enjoying the adventure without any commitment, Sihtric's reason was different. He was having fun in the situation, but still the twinge in his ego was still quite present.
"What do you think will happen?" The Irish asked.
“A lady will show up and take off her clothes,” Sihtric replied by taking a sip of his drink, laughing internally at Finan's later comment.
Suddenly, all the other lights went out so that there was only the orange and neon light left on the highest part of the main stage and a male voice echoing throughout the club.
"The following attraction is not indicated for those who fear seduction. She, the lady of darkness, the lady of iniquity, the woman who will make your dreams come true. Contemplem, the-“
It was a lie to say that the three were not minimally anxious about what was about to happen, especially when the lighting became warmer and the sides of the stage accompanied the tonality. And then, you emerged between the orange smoke.
