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Well I am behind…
It never fear, you’re in for a treat. Your get days 5, 6 & 7 all in one, hooray!
⚠️NSFW⚠️ CW below the cut.
CW: explicit language, masturbation, sexual acts, collaring, lingerie
Enjoy…
Day 5. Thigh Riding // Teasing
Levi x Takkan
OC x OC, Durge x Tav
Taken belongs to @animedingdong 😌✨
All day. All fucking day, he had been teasing him. He’s Ben half hard for the better part of the day and the little imp knows it.
Subtle touches, ‘accidental’ bumping or brushing up against him. “Oh so sorry darling, I didn’t mean too.” What a lieing liar.
Here he comes now, sauntering over with an impish smile. Sleep roll and blanket tucked under his arm, because ofcourse he had lost the nails to tension his tent and “You can expect me to sleep in that death hazard darling!” So ofcourse he was bunking with Levi in his tent.
Not that he minded.
Like he didn’t mind Tak brushing up against his cock, like he currently was. Bent over ‘fixing’ something or other.
“Takkan.” It’s strained. He’s reached his limit.
“Hm?” The rifling turns looking over his shoulder at him. Another self satisfied smile on his face.
“Enough.” His eyes flare, mercurial pools of heat locking onto the glittering obsidian orbs. Oh, so thats how he wants to play. Okay.
He reaches for the vixen, hand coming the the side of Tak’s neck pulling him a little closer. As he does, he feels the tease brush the back of his hand against his aching cock.
“You’ve been teasing all day, now I think it’s time you did something about it.”
A smirk comes over the bards face, he fists the front of Levi’s sleep shirt and drags him into the tent eager to relieve him of his… tension.
Day 6. Cuckholding? // Mutual Masturbation
Miasma x Astarion x Korg
OC x NPC x OC, Durge x Companion x Tav
Her boys are a dream.
Panting messes, kneeled up on their bed, stripped wearing nothing but their own perspiration and desperate want.
Beautiful.
“Korg, my darling, slow down… our star can’t keep up with your pace love.”
A deep guttural groan comes from the half-orc, the desperate fisting he was doing to his cock slows and she can see it takes a herculean effort to do so.
“Good, that’s much better my love.” She praises from her perch in bergère chair that usual sits to the side, now moved to face the end of the bed.
She looks on at her loves, her beautiful boys. One dark, tall and intimidating. Flushed a purpling hue, loose locks hanging over a thick shoulder with eyes squeezed shut and face scrunched in overwhelmed pleasure. His muscles rippling and tensing as he desperately tries to slow his rhythm. Cock engorged and heavy, the purpled bulbous head peaks out at her at every draw back of his large hand.
The other… oh the other. A pale beauty, with snow coloured hair curling from sweat around his pointed ears, with pale cheeks stained in a pink blush that bleeds into his chest. Arched and panting as his own arms tenses and try to keep up with Korgs pace. Desperately fisting his abused cock, a ruddy red, head swollen a glistening with his own leaking spend.
Her cunt clenches and dribbles out another spot of her slick. She could touch herself. There’s nothing stopping her. But…
She’s enjoying this self made cuck chair of hers. Enjoying watching her boys self flagellation of their cocks, listening to her instructions. And they’re so good at listening.
Releasing a breath, she uncrosses her legs and hook one on the arm of the chair, legs spread her pussy lips part, tacky and wet with her own want.
The sound and movement draws their attention, not once stopping in their pleasure seeking. Astarion first locks onto her heat, with Korg following quickly after. Crimson and black bottomless pits scorch her with their heated gaze. She lets a breathy gasp leave her as her cunt squeezes around nothing in response to their attention.
She looks to her hearts, Astarion’s fangs peeking out as he bites at his bottom whining in need and Korg, jaw hanging loose with his tongue peeking out to run along his tusks.
She smirks to them.
“You may be allowed a taste, after you’ve painted each other with your release.” She brings a hand down to the apex of her things, her pointer and middle finger running down either side of her cunt, pushing and pulling at her lips making them plump and glistening.
Twin deep groans meet her efforts. Good.
“Well, get to it boys.”
Day 7. Lingerie // Collaring
Zephyr x Levi
OC x OC, Durge x Durge
Zephyr belong to @utrennyaya 😌✨
“Well aren’t you a little treat, all wrapped up in leather for me.”
A frown and a glare from silver eyes meets his comment. He grins in reply to the insolent little elf with a pointed predatory grin.
His little gem is a sight to behold. As per his orders, he’s displayed in his chambers, arranged on his bed. Garnished in leather, the bottoms a little scrap of triangular temptation cups his perfect little prick framed by a thickett of raven hair. He sees the outline of his half hard cock, sees as it gives a twitch of interest under his gaze.
Zephyr groans, reaching down to his own very interested cock and squeezing it though his breeches, try to alleviate some of his discomfort. He’ll have him soon enough, but he wishes to enjoy his little treat first.
Moving his gaze up, the harness frames his little tits perfectly. His pretty pink nipples pebbled ready to be plucked and teased. Maybe he’ll make him cum like that… he’s done it before and wasn’t he so very pretty with those tears clinging to his lashes…
Later.
His perusal of his little obsidian stops at the next leather item, a collar. The silver buckle shines in the candle light, the chrome on black looking stunning on his gem, complimenting his own pale complexion.
He pulls his own heavy cock out, wrist twisting at the base and pulling a drop of his pre-cum from the slit. Collecting it on a finger tip he moves forward pressing his finger to pouty lips silently commanding his little elf to open.
Of course he does, he has him trained well. His finger is engulfed into a wet cavern, tongue pressed and sucking his essence from the digit. His gem lets out a little moan at his taste. He’s always enjoyed it the greedy little thing.
A claw pets at the back of Levi’s tongue.
“Good boy.”