Swallowed Whole by The Flame (Messmer the Impaler x Tarnished! Reader) 15
MASTERLIST
PREVIOUS | NEXT
Summary: Tarnished and Messer get familiar with one another.
A/N: Happy New Year All! I hope you're all doing well. Lo and behold, I have finally released the NSFW chapter. This will be 18+ so do please read the tags for this chapter.
This chapter is rated S for SUPER FUCKING SPICY🌶️🌶️🌶️ Warnings for this chapter: swearing, handjobs, p in v sex, oral (f & m receiving), cream pies, LOTS of bodily fluids.
A03 link
Chapter 15
You didn't even remember how you got to the elevator without ripping each other's clothes off, for the serenity of being in Messmer's arms kept you relatively grounded. The ride-up feels like it is going on forever, a race to the upper floors, yet the thrill of being caught by someone seems to make you far too giddy.
The redhead has not stopped kissing you, his claws fingers finding purchase on your hips, dancing along your skin, leaving pinpricks over your exposed skin.
Your heart feels caged in your ribs, and you're aware Messmer must sense your excitement, and hear how fast it races. You're kissing him and sighing happily in his arms, aware that he's growing bolder in his touches, finding the extra time to squeeze skin in areas you didn't think would excite you. You let out an especially loud yelp when you feel something or rather someone grope at your backside, pulling back inches from his face to give him a playful scowl.
Messmer seems enlightened in his administration, but he's gentler this time with you so you don't fidget or squirm from the sensitivity.
With the elevator groaning to a stop, Messmer steps off with you, cradling you as he finds his room from memory.
You dare not overthink things: in realising what is about to take place behind those closed doors. It comes to you as a surprise how far the two of you have come: from sworn enemies to allies, to now, about to share a bed with Marika's firstborn and forgotten son.
The door swings heavy on its hinges, and the two of you go, Messmer taking the time to cast light with candles you must ask him how he does. The room glows with a soft ambience, waiting for what's to come. Messmer shuts the door with you still in his arms, messily throwing his helm to the side as he takes you to his large bed.
Placing you down gently, Messmer waits a heartbeat for you to adjust comfortably on the plush sheets before he joins you, careful in the way he climbs on top of you; his long, strong legs and arms trapping you beneath him.
You shudder from his mere size, exhaling lightheadedly as you take in the redhead. Messmer seems nervous, his golden eye taking you in as if slowly unravelling you with his mind alone to have you undressed.
Taking the hint, your hands dance over your collarbones, over the nightgown that is hiding all from Messmer's gaze, before one of his hands stops you. "Prithee, allow me," he murmurs with tenderness in his tone. You notice the way he is shaking, his hands visible hovering over you and uncertain where to even begin. "Are you..." you begin to ask, but he is already nodding, as if he knows what you are asking.
"Ah, forgive me for mine own lack of experience." He says, his wan skin rouging with colour as he looks away. You gently bring him back, giving him a reassuring smile. "It's alright, we can take it slowly."
Messmer is pleased to know you're not disappointed in his lack of conquests, though you do wonder how someone of Marika's stock, a prince who could have anything he wished for, did not have his fair share of those who wished to lie with him. Perhaps, it distracted him from his true purpose of Marika's ideals.
You jolt suddenly, your thoughts distracted and your mind goes blank when you feel a hand gingerly hold your left ankle, hovering upwards on your thighs. "I wisheth for thee to cometh undone from me first." He confesses earnestly, and it has your chest squeeze from how he wishes for your wants first.
Messmer himself, fears if he dares even look upon your naked form, he will combust.
You allow him to take his time in getting used to this new vulnerability, for you do not doubt that he is simply terrified of opening up to someone else. Obliging, your head lays back onto the pillow, sighing dreamily as he takes his time, loving the way his hands feel as they map over your body.
It is different from what you can remember of Godwyn's touches; his rough hands groped you when you sat in his lap, always needing to touch you in places you didn't wish to be touched. Messmer, however, was softer, touching you like you were fine glass, afraid you'd crack under pressure.
Messmer looks over every curve, scar and dip, from the way your skin glows beneath the candlelight, to the way your body reacts to every little touch. Messmer can feel himself growing excited, not even from seeing your naked form, even whilst his hands explore higher, he takes in every small movement that comes from you. He gauges your reactions, from the way your mouth hangs open slightly, to how you spread yourself a little more for him to get further access to you.
He gropes at your inner thighs, leaving your weeping sex alone for now as he dares not to pull up your nightgown despite how tempting it may be. He is a man of patience, and even he is impressed by how much is holding onto this longing.
"I has't seen many treasures, artefacts and wonders, but none has't did impress me as much as thee doth, mine starlight." His voice comes out hoarse, wetting his lower lip as he continues to inspect you. His hand reaches up, over your hips, along your stomach and hovering lightly over one of your perk breasts.
Your breath hitches, watching him silently, waiting patiently as you can for him to touch you there, only when he does, do you let the sweetest of moans that he's ever heard come from you. His large hand encompasses your breast, the perfect size for him as he massages it through the thin cloth of the shift, feeling the nipple harden beneath his palm.
Messmer sighs musingly, swapping sides to give the other treatment, feeling you grow more fidgety beneath him the more he touches and gropes.
He takes note of it, but continues his teasing, enjoying the way you squirm, your body reacting to him just as the way he anticipated. It does a lot to him to hear the way you whine, moan, and whisper his name in the sweetest of songs he's blessed to hear. "Messmer-" you whine, taking hold of the hand at your breast and redirecting him to cradle your face.
Messmer obliges, leaning over you to kiss you softly, enjoying the way his mouth feels against yours, your tongue darting over his bottom lip as he allows entrance. You're more than surprised to feel the long, slender tongue he has, and the way you feel completely consumed by him as the two of you deeply kiss, touching one another with urgency.
Eos and Fos hover above you, inspecting you, though, you do not feel overwhelmed by their presence, rather, acknowledging that they're one with Messmer and they don't make you feel uncomfortable. Eos moves so he's peering over from Messmer's left side, whilst Fos moves closer to you, flicking their tongue towards your salty skin.
Messmer pulls back to allow to give you room, his attention back to you, and with some permission through his facial features and your approval, he slowly raises your gown, giving him a full view of the lower part of your body.
"Thou art divine." He is at a loss for words, saying your true name in the softest of voices, taken aback by the sight of your puffy lips and slickness, not a singular touch has been given but around it. He leans closer to your sex, inspecting it, leaving you flushed as a finger lightly touches the hood of your clit. You jolt upright, causing the both of you to lightly chuckle; it felt nice for the mood to not be so tense.
Propping himself on his elbows, Messmer gives you one look for final permission, "May I?"
You nod, hair slick to your forehead from the heat of the room to the tension building. With a kiss to your inner thighs, Messmer leans close, experimentally pressing his mouth to your slick folds.
"Oh, Gods." You cry, squeezing the sheets surrounding you, your sex quivering to the delighted sounds of Messmer, groaning from your taste. Messmer the Impaler is eating you out; The demigod who conquered all the land for this mother's name is moaning from your taste, begging for more.
It is all that is needed for him to delve in, hearing your cries of approval; tugging your lower body closer to him as he begins his conquest. His long arms hooked underneath your thighs, giving extra room to continue to touch both your breasts as he sucked lightly on your folds, switching between that and licking your clit. The pleasure was intense, crying out his name as you clung to what you could.
"Gods! Messmer-"
"-There is nay God here, dearest," Messmer mumbles into your sex, looking up to make fervent eye contact with you before continuing. Your head rolled back to the pillows, trying your best not to squish his head with your thighs as he ate you out like a man starved. It didn't help the noises he made, groaning deeply as he swallowed your essence, drinking it up as if you were the finest of liquids, poured by the divinity.
The winged serpents ended up in between the two of you, tasting the air to the cries of intertwined sounds.
It didn't take long for the pressure to build in your lower stomach, the pressure building and building so quickly, that you didn't have time to catch up. "Fuck, wait, I'm-"
Your moans increased as your orgasm hit you, legs twitching and sex trying to get as much of Messmer's tongue as you came down from your high. Messmer didn't stop from his act, simply bringing you down from your high as he kissed your quivering sex. He pulled away to look up when your orgasm calmed, his mouth and chin were slick with you, but he didn't seem to mind in the slightest.
"Dearest, thy cries art the sweetest." He groans, touching his clothed bulge, desperate to be consumed by you.
It was hard not to notice how big he was, even when he was still fully clothed. You knew it must've been painful, that he needed to feel appreciated too. Propping yourself on your elbows, you reached towards him, taking in his nerves. "Allow me." You mused, placing your over his hand that was on the bulge and slowly replacing it with yours. He tensed, his cock twitched as soon as you made contact and he let out a long hiss. His clothed cock was heavy in your hand, tucked away but begging to be released. Straightening yourself up, you sat close to him on the edge of the large bed, slowly beginning to tug on his outer clothing, begging with your eyes to ask if you were allowed to do so.
Messmer followed, tugging first off his red fiery cloak, kicking off his sandals and greaves until he was left in the chainmail and breechcloth covering his erection. His fiery red locks were dishevelled, his skin flushed with colour as he nervously tucked his arms inwards to make himself look smaller. "I want to make you feel good, Messmer." You purr, stroking slowly over the bulge, watching as Messmer lets out a shaky exhale. Gritting his teeth, he widened his legs for better access, before muttering. "T'is... different."
You realise what he means, but it doesn't stop you. "That's alright." You slowly edge his breechcloth to the side, pulling forth the full length of him out. It sprung forth, and you couldn't help but immediately have a watery mouth. It was long and thick, maybe around eight or nine inches, with a long, thick vein that wrapped around the shaft. The head was weeping with precum, a bulbous head that to you, looked completely normal.
By now, Messmer was a mess, embarrassment had seized his body, his breathing shallow as he watched intently, trying to keep his hands to himself but failing terribly. "Dearest-"
"-You're so beautiful, Messmer." You speak, which earns him to have cheeks that match his hair. Stroking him lightly earned the most delicious of noises to come from the demigod; garbled whines, whimpering of your name and other things that were incoherent. The heat that came from his cock was immense as if you had dunked your hand into a pool of still-cooling lava rocks and they were scolding to the touch.
"Prithee, I'm already so close. I cannot-" His moans were the prettiest thing: airy and light. Messmer bucked his hips in time to your strokes, crying out as he tried slowing down. "I shall cometh undone."
Eyeing the head curiously, you stepped it up a level. Leaning over his lap, the heat from his cock was almost overwhelming. "Wha- what art-" He did not have time to finish his sentence as you had given the tip of his cock a kiss, before taking the tip into your mouth. Messmer's head fell back, the grip on the sheets nearly ripped them to ribbons, his surprise came out as a whimper. You swirled your tongue over the head, taking in the warmth from his cock and the saltiness of the precum. You hummed lightly, twitching in your mouth in response.
Using your hands for the areas you couldn't reach, you began to take his cock in deeper, almost gagging when you reached halfway down his shaft, stroking the rest with your hands in time. One of Messmer's hands came to your hair, stroking your locks as he didn't put pressure on you to try and deepthroat him. Instead, you took as much as you could, with Messmer gathering your hair and lightly guiding you.
"Fuck." It surprised you how he would curse, the feeling going straight to your core. You carried on despite the pain in your jaw, all to hear his lovely sounds. "Ah, wait, if thee keepeth going, I shalt-!"
He surprised you by just how much he would come. You barely had time to pull away, luckily Messmer foresaw this and pushed you off his cock in time, cum erupting from his cock and shooting up so high, you thought it would hit the ceiling. Messmer came down from his high, his cock bobbing as ropes and ropes of cum came forth, landing on him, on your hands and thighs, narrowly missing your face and hair. You watched in stunned silence as he stilled, letting out a shaky "phew".
"Witchcraft." Messmer is just as stunned as you as you cannot help but erupt into quiet laughter. He was quick to wipe himself off, all the while, his cock still stood stiff, solid as a rod. You leant back down to lie down, hair spraying across the pillow, spreading your legs for him to see your glistening sex. "You may have me, Messmer."
He didn't need to be told twice, removing the rest of his clothing until he was naked as a babe, springing into action as he climbed above you. He helped remove your nightgown, throwing items of clothing to the ground, all whilst kissing you deeply. He spread your lips with his fingers, drinking in your moans as he worked your clit softly. His other hand stroked his cock in time, before he rubbed it along your slick folds, wetting his cock as he teased your entrance for as long as he could.
"Art thee ready?" He murmurs against your lips, pushing lightly against your hole when you give the nod, Messmer's mouth falls open in a soft "oh" shape the moment the head begins to slowly push its way inside you. "Oh, fuck," he whines, appreciating your soft moans for him, his girth is taken by you, and you're thankful you're not a virgin, "Thee art... tight." He grunts in the back of his throat, stilling himself from ejaculating too early.
There is a warmth you've felt before, one that is currently snug in your walls. You wrap your legs around Messmer's waist, pulling him tighter, and closer. The redhead groans again, his arms visibly shaking as he ducks his head to hide in the crook of your neck. "If I move, I shalt-" He's muttering incessantly to himself, pushing his hips with tentative and shallow thrusts; he's fearful he will cum too soon.
"It's okay." You tell him reassuringly, that it is rather sweet he is trying to hold out for as long as possible for you to feel some pleasure. And indeed you are, his size is something that is unlike anything you've felt, but you somehow managed to fit him there thanks to the pleasure he gave you and for taking his time.
Messmer gives a small thrust after some minutes, gasping out words as he tries to get used to being inside you. His body language betrays him, the lull for pure, raw pleasure takes over a part of his mind, controlling some primal part of him he didn't know he had. He needs to mark you, needs to fuck you, but the fear of hurting you screams in the back of his mind. You place a hand upon his cheek, your thumb grazing the soft contour of his cheekbone, telling him all is okay, it is natural.
He intently watches your face for discomfort, finding none but the way your face contorts, for all words abandon, your mind a blank slate and nothing more than trying to fathom how Messmer is now fucking a Tarnished. And it feels amazing, not even a third of the way in, but both your bodies yield to the other, an electrifying passion overtakes you.
Clawed fingernails leave divots in your skin, not enough to leave marks or draw blood, but you hiss deeply, pushing your hips higher so Messmer has better access and control over his thrusts. It's only when Messmer pulls slightly back to inspect you, that his winged serpents have twisted around him, eyes on you and staring directly at your stomach.
"It that-" You realise what he's doing, shifting his hips as he penetrates deeper, earner a deeper moan to come both of you. It's enough to feel how deep he is now, but how you tightly squeeze around him. You wonder if the grip on his cock is overwhelming, but Messmer is so caught in the moment, his focus is directly on feeling how big he is inside you.
Messmer's thrusts are faster, deeper, giving into the carnal pleasure that you both wrapped up, you don't realise how loud you both are, certain the entire keep could hear your wanton cries and skin slapping. You're surprised how long Messmer is lasting for his first time, but it is a given since he is no ordinary man, blessed with longevity by his mother.
Ever the gentleman, Messmer finds your clit, matching the time to his sloppy thrusts. You suspect he's close, but it's the pleasure that's being torn from you so suddenly, the size of him and the way you've been curled with your legs practically on his shoulders. "Fuck-- I can't-- if you keep doing that-"
"-Doing what?" You realise it's not a question; he knows what he's doing. From the way his golden eye is intense and there is a sensuous half smile, his tone is part playful, part coy. The tone alone has you flexing your hips at him, trying to directly continue to pleasure building, shamelessly holding him for dear life as an orgasm is stolen from you.
"Oh fuuuuuck, Messmer, ah!"
The look he gives you almost brings you to your end; his hands find purchase in holding your thighs upright, driving himself into you as he sings the softest of pleasures only your ears are blessed in hearing.
"Oh, Tarnished... grabbing me so well... so wet," he's not making sense, but from the way, he's not holding back, to the way his voice is growing louder and louder in pitch, he's completely and utterly close. The next thrust he drives into you is abrupt, he lurches forward, biting his bottom lip as his orgasm is ripped from him, the sounds of pleasure you both share as you feel the warmth that fills you whole. There is too much cum to even think, gushing out of you as you try to clench around him to keep it inside, failing when it falls down your thighs and onto the sheets.
His body relaxes as the two of you catch your breaths, Messmer stays inside you as he gives shallow thrusts to bring him down from his high, before he calms, letting go of your legs to manoeuvre you. Cradled from behind, his long arms cage you in.
"Art thee hurt?" He asks, kissing your forehead misted with sweat, his lips glossy with what looks like some bleeding from when he bit them too hard. His expression has softened as you look over your shoulder to look back on him. Shaking your head no, a sense of relief washes over him, as well as a tiredness you both didn't realise had taken over. It was after all, late still, and you didn't know how long into the night it was.
Getting comfy, Messmer pulls a blanket over you, a warmth surrounding you as your eyelids grow heavier. You can feel his serpents lethargically move around to watch you, certain that Messmer asked them to protect you whilst he slept.
Sleep is heavy on your mind, cradled in the arms of a demigod keeping you safe.
-
A/N: The best way I can describe how Messmer moans is if you just listen to the audio of when he pulls out his eye. I don't know what his VA was cooking, but it was the best ASMR content I've heard and I need 10 more hours of it. Even though this was a sex scene, I really enjoyed writing it with so much vulnerability. I LOVED writing Messmer in a more sensitive nature, and having him always being calm, and collected in everyday life, to being so unsure and needing the Tarnished to guide him - UGH! It's my Roman empire, I swear - writing about men being soft and whining in the bedroom department.