#poor lír

[flourmelon]

You must never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.

Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

04.07.2025

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[draconic-ichor]

Curiosity

Short little ficlet

Warnings: strong language, mentions of urination, public urination, non sexual discussions of genitals

Summary: Magnus suddenly realizes some physical differences between omen and humans while out with Lír.

Maddox, Magnus, and Lír went to the market square together. In part to keep Magnus out of trouble, and to also get the three to bond a bit seeing as Lír was becoming closer to their sister. Just breaking into adulthood, Magnus was still very new to most things and held a hearty amount of curiosity for the world around him.

Lír found this out the hard way…

He had to make a quick stop in one of the communal restrooms, bladder aching. Magnus had followed while Maddox hung back to wait.

Lír found an empty stall opening, undoing the ties of his pants and gingerly getting to business. Normal behaviors.

Magnus glanced over the partition wall as he waited, but what he saw changed the quick stolen glance into a double take. He turned, leaning over the wall a bit to look closer, curious.

“Is it always out like that?” He asked.

Lír jumped, almost splashing his boots. Turning away from the others gaze he stammered, “What are you talking about?”

“It’s outside.” Magnus informed, asking, “Is that normal?”

“I’m pretty sure.” Lír’s face was red as he hurriedly shook himself so he could tuck away his cock from Magnus’s gaze.

“Mine’s on the inside.” Magnus went on, oblivious to the other’s discomfort, “Iv never seen an outside one.”

“What do you mean it’s on the inside?!” Lír cried, a bit too loudly.

A few of the other patrons eyed the pair, causing Lír to redden further with embarrassment.

“Yes, look.” Magnus offered excitedly.

Lír pushed past him, firmly declining.

Hand already on the ties of his trousers, Magnus insisted, “No look, it’s inside.”

“I’m not looking.”

“Oh come on, Iv seen yours.” Magnus whined, tailing as the other hurriedly went for the door.

“Not on purpose!” Lír explained, busting through the doors and back into the sunlight.

Maddox waited for them under a tree, rolling his eyes and huffing, “What took you two so long?”

“His cock is on the outside!” Magnus exclaimed.

Lír covering his face as Maddox pinched the bridge of his nose. The bonding not going quite to plan.

[draconic-ichor]

Morgott accidently walks in on Matilda and Lir during a spicy moment because he mistaken her sounds of love for pain. Poor Lir is the one on the bottom and now wants to curl up die when his boss seeing him with his daughter like this. Doesn't help that Matilda was in heat

Oooh no…

I had to write a short dabble

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, penetrative sex, heat cycles, accidental brief Voyeurism, following distress

18+

Lír was sprawled out on Matilda’s bed, flushed and breathless. The princess was bouncing on top of him, furred thighs squeezing around his hips and she took him to the hilt.

She was relentless, always was during her heats. Small wings were fluttering with every sink of her hips.

Lír’s hands gripped at her thighs in an effort to hold onto any frayed ends of his sanity.

“Oh honey!” He panted, legs trembling, “You’re going to make me come again.”

“Yes!” Her hips bucked harder, walls squeezing down on his cock. She cried out, voice sounding almost pained. High pitched wails echoed aground the small room as her orgasm washed over her. Lír simply held on, biting his bottom lip as she writhed.

They both were too lost in their passions to hear the door swing open.

Hearing what he thought to be distress, Morgott barged in, cane out defensively. What ensued was chaos.

For a split second Morgott and Lír locked eyes, as they both realized what was happening a thick blanket of mortification set over them.

Morgott shielded his eye with his free hand, calling out apologies, Matilda screamed for her father to leave, and Lír was trapped under the much heavier Matilda frozen in shock.

Morgott made a quick escape, closing the door behind him. After putting considerable distance between himself and her room he paused, clutching his cane. Things he could not unsee…he swallowed considering a drink.

“You said you locked the door!” Lír exclaimed, hands hiding his crimson face.

“I thought I did!” Matilda argued, quite flushed with embarrassment herself.

“By the gods…” Lír whimpered, “How will I face my King now?”

Not to mention Morgott was also his boss, making work not a plausible Avenue of escape either.

Despite everything that transpired, Matilda’s heat still coursed through her veins. Feeling his cock buried to the hilt in her folds, her hips bucked a bit on instinct.

Pleasure renewed through Lír’s manhood, making him sigh, “Damnit, you’re going to kill me, Honey.” Seeing she wasn’t about to stop, Lír begged quietly, “At lease lock the door this time…”