Once upon a time, you ventured into the woods, and found a handsome yet monstrous half-draconic man by the name of Thancred in a grove of beautiful white roses. He tells you that there’s a curse on him; he used to be human until he was kidnapped and cursed to serve the Dark Fae Lord Lahabrea. And the only way to break the curse is to endure a rigorous breeding session with him without letting go the entire time… (Fatebreaker monsterfucking, rough, mating press, breeding)
"When I'm properly freed, I promise to make it up to you--I was and am quite the charmer, you know!"
Those words were said to you with sincerity. A bit bashful--rather embarrassed to even approach you with quite the heavy ask.
But most of all, he wanted to make sure that his humanity (or at least whatever was still left) was conveyed.
Because Thancred knew once you began to ease his long-harbored burden, his actions towards you would eclipse anything of his mortal self.
It had been so long, too long since he was afflicted with the curse by that godsdamned Lahabrea that turned him into this wicked beast. Far were the days of charming and bedding beauties across the land--instead, he was to haunt the forest as its condemned phantom: the Fatebreaker.
So the very moment that his coarse grey fingers were able to touch your bare skin, any sense of willpower, any shred of restraint, all eviscerated in an instant.
Upon the very field of white roses where the two of you had your fateful encounter, he was as selfish and as primal as could be.
Clawed fingers groped at your breasts, hard hips barreled against your own, parched lips sought succor from yours, thick cock stuffed your sopping core full.
Ivory petals were scattered across the ground, stained even further by the splash of his sticky seed with every load he pumped into you, your legs kept spread wide and up in the air while he persisted on and on with pounding into you relentlessly, driven further by a base need to make you his.
Besides, once he had his humanity restored and he was freed from this blighted forest, he looked forward to fathering more children with you.
as someone with 0 healthy thoughts about aymeric, thank you for bringing some into my head 🫶🏼
warnings: drunk thancred, swearing, suggestive hint
THANCRED:
- sleeps like a fucking rock
- once he finds a position that he’s comfortable in, thancred is NOT moving. you can try everything within your power to get him to budge but you’re shit outta luck lol
- snores loud as fuck too so get ready for those earplugs. he got that dad snore bro
- 75% of the time he’s sprawled out like a starfish, taking up the majority of the bed. 25% of the time he cuddles you to sleep. you won’t be moving for the entire night so i hope you’re comfy:)
BONUS: when he’s drunk he’s extra clingy so he will pull you on top of him and death grip you so moving is harder than before (which is somehow possible)
AYMERIC:
- he’s a back sleeper and loves it when you lay on his chest
- won’t grip you to death like thancred will, but gets grouchy when you try to move. he will try to stop you, whether he’s awake or asleep, but won’t keep you from moving when you’re uncomfortable.
- aymeric won’t sleep unless you’re literally on top of him lol. he uses you like a weighted blanket!
- will play with your hair until he passes out. aymeric will keep himself awake to see that you’re asleep first and won’t ever let himself fall asleep without kissing your forehead first.
HAURCHEFANT:
- haurchefant on some big spoon little spoon type shit like he wants every inch of your body lining his like …
- he just wants to hold you all night long!!! like aymeric, he will try his best to make sure that he’s holding you safely from behind, but will let go if you are uncomfortable.
- wakes up when you stir too much and makes sure that you have enough blankets to cover you
- if you do wake up in the middle of the night, he’s right beside you to make sure everything is okay. will get you a glass of water if you’re thirsty or another blanket to cover up… although he’d rather warm you up in another way ;)
ESTINIEN:
- i feel like he sleeps like a victorian child
- estinien actually loves to cuddle before he goes to bed!!! come here pookie ~ like he wants to hold you and give you a kissy and then hopefully fall asleep like that (you on top of him)
- if you get uncomfortable and roll away, however, be warned that he is not nearly as nice as the others.
- hogs ALL of the covers so you have to fight him throughout the night for warmth. you moved away from him so now you play the price.
- even though he can be a meanie pants… if he senses that you’re having a tough time sleeping or a nightmare, estinien will bring you close to him and hold you to his chest, giving you a light kiss and a ‘i love you’ so you know it’s okay.
celly
thank you again, anon, for this awesome rq! so much fun to write and inspired me for the next thing i’d like to do!
It was nearly two years later, after countless adventures and just as many near-death experiences, that everything came to a head.
The two of you had been tasked with investigating strange aetheric disturbances near Ishgard. The bitter cold of Coerthas was a stark contrast to the deserts of Thanalan where you’d first met, but Thancred was just as vibrant as ever, cracking jokes even as the snow threatened to bury you both.
“Remind me again why we couldn’t have left this to someone who doesn’t mind freezing their arse off?” he muttered, pulling his scarf tighter.
“Because we’re the best,” you replied with a smirk, earning a laugh from him.
The mission proved more dangerous than anticipated. A rogue voidsent ambushed you in a frozen cavern, its dark energy nearly overwhelming. But you and Thancred fought side by side, just as you always had, and managed to vanquish the creature.
When the battle was over, you collapsed against the cavern wall, catching your breath. Thancred sank to the ground beside you, his usual composure frayed at the edges.
“I thought I was going to lose you,” he said suddenly, his voice hoarse.
You turned to him, startled by the raw emotion in his eyes. “Thancred, I—”
“No,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “Let me say this. I’ve spent years telling myself it was enough to have you by my side, as a friend, a comrade. But today… seeing you in danger, I realized how much more you mean to me.”
Your breath hitched as his words sank in. Thancred, who always seemed so untouchable, was baring his heart to you.
“I love you, Y/N,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I’ve been a fool not to tell you sooner.”
The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
“I… I love you too,” you finally managed, your voice trembling.
Thancred’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked as though he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. Then, his grin returned, softer this time but no less genuine.
“Well,” he said, leaning closer, “it seems I’m not the only fool here.”
You laughed, the tension breaking as you leaned into him. The cold of Coerthas seemed to fade, replaced by a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire crackling in the distance.
From that day forward, your relationship with Thancred shifted in ways that were both subtle and profound. He was still the same charming rogue you’d met outside Ul’dah, but now there was a depth to his affection, a tenderness that made your bond even stronger.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he teased one evening as the two of you sat by a campfire, much like you had so many years ago.
“For what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“To deal with me in all my infuriating glory,” he replied with a wink.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “I think I’ll manage.”
Thancred laughed, pulling you closer. “Well then, my love, I suppose there’s nothing left to do but continue our grand adventure. Together.”
And together you were, through every challenge and triumph, proving that even in a world as tumultuous as Eorzea, love could flourish.
Day 4. Thancred x Reader: 4. “You’re going to get someone hurt.”
Oh, those poor and clueless, yet brave souls who challenged you, the warrior of light herself, to an arm wrestling match at Xbalyab Ty’e.
Thancred could only muse to himself, leaning against a pillar while munching his taco, as a group of Tuliyollans flock around you to take their turns as you slam quite effortlessly each opponent’s arm against the table.
“You're going to get someone hurt,” Thancred decides to chime in eventually, concerned for the people's wellbeing. He knows how powerful you truly are; he has witnessed it first hand.
“Maybe you should try me,” you taunt him playfully.
He really would admit the ways he would try you— but in more private surroundings. He chuckles and finishes the delicious taco. It was supposed to be your night out before he is off to new adventures with Urianger, but there you sit; finishing off challengers left and right— and it looks like you did cause sore muscles for your opponents at the very least.
“Do I get a reward if I beat you?” He asks with that charming smile of his that woo’d many maidens out of their pants.
You return him a grin, with fire burning in your eyes as you reply: “sure.”
A mamool ja makes space for Thancred as he sits down across the round table. The audience mutters and gossips amongst themselves as both of you were helping out the Dawnservants just recently.
“So what do you want, if you win, that is?” You ask him innocently, knowing that he certainly is not a pushover.
A casual smirk plays on his lips, the kind that makes you feel weak in the knees, “I would like to have you for myself tonight.”
“How daring,” you giggle and place your arm on the table as he places his. You grab his fist with yours, readying for the push.
And so it begins; with his arm evenly marching your strength— but you're not giving your all. You're letting him enjoy the moment. You flash him a smile, while you're coiling like a snake; ready to attack back. He manages to push your hand down, almost pinning it against the table when you release your counter-attack, lifting your fist from the danger zone.
With a thud, his fist hits the table and the crowd gasps and cheers as the intense battle draws to an end.
Thancred sighs, rubbing his arm as if to sooth the muscles beneath, “so much for that date night.”
“I didn't tell you what I want if I win though,” you stand up moving over to him, making sure his arm is still in good shape.
“Oh? And pray tell, what did you have in mind?” Thancred, even if sounding slightly wounded, is back to his normal suggestive tone he likes to use with you.
“You just need to follow me and see for yourself,” you purr into his ear, departing with a quick peck to his cheek.
How about ❤️,👥️,🥰, & 🌟 for thancred and g'raha tia? if that's too many, feel free to just pick the ones you want to do!!
Decided to go with Thancred only for this one!
❤️ - what's their favorite way to be intimate (can be non-sexual)?
With how busy life as a Scion is, it should be no surprise that Thancred prefers calm, secluded moments of intimacy. Lounging on the beach together, far away from the bulk of the crowds. Nestled by the fireplace in a nest of blankets, where the cold will not reach you even as he pries you apart piece by piece, rests you bare against the cotton and silks and furs. He holds your hand and squeezes, marvels at the fact that this is real and he is here, and not dead in some alleyway in a different country, or at the ends of the world.
👥 - what's their favorite position?
You laying on your right side while he kneels to straddle your right leg. Curl your left leg around his side for some leverage. It allows him the pleasure of deeper penetration, but he also gets to look into your eyes and admire all of your cute expressions!
🥰 - what do they do for aftercare?
Thancred, as responsible as he is, has a routine he pretty much likes to go through every time, with modifications depending on your needs at the time. He likes having someone to take care of, so please let him spoil you!
He fetches you a glass of water, first and foremost! You need to stay hydrated, especially if you’re somewhere hot like Ul’dah. Then, he escorts you to the bathroom and then you get to take a nice, warm bath. He clambers in alongside you, content to idly run the soap over your skin, admiring the breadth of you and the bruises he’s left in his wake. Once you’re nice and clean, he doesn’t let you linger.
🌟 - free form (send a random headcanon and I'll add my opinion)
Do not always handle him tenderly. Sometimes, Thancred needs a bit of rough treatment. Pull his hair, ride him hard, deprive him of orgasm once, twice and then a third time. Be a little mean to him, and you’ll find that his moans get just a little whinier, that his back arches just a little more when you finally let him cum.
Tea Type: Half and Half with a lemon (Tickles with jealousy and some suggestive tickling)
Potential Triggers: Nothing except suggestive tickling, and speaking of it!
Pairing: Thancred x F!Mi'qote! Reader x Estinien
Length: 2.2k+
Summary: A sequel of sorts to my tword headcanons for FFXIV. You can gather it fine from reading, but I’d recommend giving them a gander if you want to get the full picture!
“So , who’s this Estinien fellow Alphinaud told me you bonded with on your travels?”
You flinched, looking behind you to see Thancred with a taunting grin on his face and glittering eyes. You hadn’t even heard him enter House Fortemps. It hadn’t been long since you’d found him and healed the Dragoon in question from Nidhogg’s all encompassing affliction and seeing Alphinaud’s cheerful grin behind his back you growled his way, ignoring Thancred for the moment.
“You little brat- he hasn’t even been back a full week!”
Your upset only amused him further as the Summoner took a casual sip of his tea, meeting your gaze from over the rim of his book, Refia chirping happily from around his ankles.
“And? I thought it would serve to cheer him up to hear of your exploits. Besides, it felt only right to inform him another was in competition for his affections.”
You went bright red and were left sputtering.
“I-how-whatever gave you that idea?”
Alphinaud’s eyes flicked behind you and he snickered with a hum.
“Oh? Am I wrong then? You’re blushing mighty hard for one meant to be apparently unaffected.”
“I-I don’t have to answer that.”
You huffed, crossing your arms and were surprised as Alphinaud merely shrugged and stood, beginning to leave.
“Alright then. I’ll leave you to it; do try not to kill her, yes? She does have duties to attend to in a day or so.”
With that he was gone and the back of your neck prickled which could only mean…
A hesitant turn of your head and you smiled nervously at Estinien, the unmasked Dragoon staring you down with the faintest of smirks playing on his lips. Thancred looked to be on the verge of laughter at your back.
“…Do I want to ask how much you heard?”
“Much and more than you would’ve liked I suspect, as seems to be customary in our relationship by this point.”
Amusement was thick in his deep voice and you hid your face in your hands as Thancred approached and slung an arm over your shoulder.
“Well I for one, should very much like to know more about this relationship you developed in my impromptu absence."
His grin was sharp and from the tightness of his grip you knew he was the slightest bit jealous of Estinien, not that he’d ever dream of letting the Dragoon know of it.
Estinien, for his part, remained stoic as ever save the smallest of smirks, his eyes taking in all and giving away nothing.
"Hmph. I’m surprised she hasn’t already told you as much. Well, I’ve nothing to hide in any case. I believe she should be the one to tell all, however. What say you to taking this somewhere more private?”
You nodded eagerly, desperate to not be caught by Emmanellain or worse Haruchefant . He’d never let you live it down if he caught you like this and you were already drowning in embarrassment. You looked to Thancred to see his smile had strained thanks to Estinien’s prodding. You opened your mouth to suggest your quarters but Estinien was already opening the door for you all to exit.
“We can retreat to my quarters. The Dragoon barracks are all but abandoned in the wake of our victory and they’ve moved back in with their families. The building is essentially mine to do with as I please, according to Aymeric. No-one will overhear us.”
The walk to the barracks was silent until you broke it, trying to distract Thancred from glaring into Estinien’s back and instead speaking of your other Ishgardian friends and the other Scions alike. That relaxed him and his grip around your shoulder loosened. Even Estinien’s shoulders relaxed and you swore you caught him glancing back with a fond expression more than once.
“I can’t believe Alphinaud truly fell for that hair-dye prank. Alisaie near laughed herself hoarse.”
You playfully nudged him as you entered the barracks.
“Don’t think I didn’t see you stifling laughter too in the corner. You’re not as slick as you like to think, sir thief.”
Estinien opened his mouth to quip and you cut him off with a knowing smile.
“…and you’re not any better. You act all broody but I catch you smirking at Alphinaud and I’s antics all the time so don’t even try to deny it.”
He seemed affronted as he led you both up to his room but by the time he was closing and locking the door he was smirking again.
“True enough. That scene where you laughed yourself hoarse and nearly came from my voice alone was particularly smirk worthy, if I may so.”
The smugness was thick in his voice and you coughed, laughing nervously as Thancred froze.
“Y-You shouldn’t joke like that Estin-”
“Oh I assure you I’m not. Your friend wished to be informed of our relationship. Besides, you and I both know there’s better ways to make you laugh.”
“I’m going to end you. What happened to keeping it secret or regretting it!?”
“I didn’t explicitly say it, now did I? It’s still up to you if you wish to tell him and be punished.”
You sputtered at that in outrage but when you finally looked up at him, the impassive look on his face ensured you stayed silent.
Thancred finally broke his silence, removing his arm only so he could cross them across his chest and stare down at you.
“I see you’ve developed a bratty streak in my absence. Hmph. A pity. We’ll have to see that remedied.”
His eyes glittered in competition and you swallowed, hard.
“Either you tell me plain this little secret you and the Dragoon are dancing around or I’ll deliver a punishment all my own. I suggest you choose wisely which of us you’d prefer.”
His hands moved to his scabbard, and belt deftly removing both and you looked away to see Estinien removing his heavy armor as well, revealing a white t-shirt just underneath along with black sweats.
Great. So you were to choose between a punishment you knew what to expect and one you didn’t. Unfortunately, you really wished their positions were reversed. Estinien wasn’t the type to change his method over jealousy- Thancred was and if you chose to keep your mouth shut you had no doubt he’d have no problem making you regret it. Thancred would never hurt you but he wasn’t the one who typically interrogated your enemies for nothing.
But say you did the opposite, and told? That’d just rile him up more you were sure of it. The fact that you explicitly told Estinien about your little kink before him? When he’d teased you with it for so long while oblivious? Gods you couldn’t take the embarrassment. You risked a glance at Estinien, now fully out of his armor who merely raised an expectant eyebrow in response. Asshole. He was calling your bluff. Of course, all that wasn’t even including the public humiliation of being absolutely wrecked to the point of tears, likely until you safeworded if you told. Like it or not, the choice was made.
“Eyes up here gorgeous.”
You blushed as Thancred drew your gaze back to his, an amused smile tugging at his lips.
“What’s it gonna be?”
“…I can’t. I’m sorry Thancred.”
You could feel the way Estinien stood up taller in pride, the huff of laughter under his breath and your cheeks burned brighter as Thancred took you in.
“So it’s to be an interrogation, is it?”
“…that’s not as scary as you make it sound. I know you’d never hurt me.”
You tried to play it off in some vain attempt to make him change his mind but he only shrugged, easily seeing through you.
“Of course not. Pain isn’t the most effective method anyway until the psyches been worn down some. Not that I plan on using that either. No, I think you and I both know what I’m planning to do.”
You tried not to let it show on your face but you were nervous and before you could think better of it, you were pleading your case to Estinien.
“I didn’t tell, aren’t you going to help me? This is your fault after all!”
Estinien snickered, shaking his head.
“My fault? Interesting phrasing. It’s not my fault you’re so frightened of a little tickling by my hands you opted not to confide in your long term friend. The only help you’ll receive is if he asks for it. You’ll like it anyway, I’m sure.”
Your mouth fell open in betrayal.
“But you said-”
“That you couldn’t say anything without punishment. Nothing about my end. In any case, I’d worry about your current situation before it’s too late.”
Your eyes widened and you whirled to look at Thancred but he was already staring back at you with wide eyes.
“By the Twelve… you really…? This whole time? Ha. And here I thought I was imagining things. You really do like it.”
Your eyes moved past him to the window but you startled as Estinien’s long fingers squeezed your shoulder.
“I wouldn’t try it. I’d catch you even if you did manage the jump and Thancred is too quick for you to run towards the door, not to mention it’s already locked.”
He mumbled into your ear, causing you to shiver.
Thancred cracked his knuckles and you flushed, ducking your head but he was there to corner you against the wall just behind, Estinien moving back to let him do as he wished.
His fingertips once again guided your eyes to his and this time he held it.
“Oh no. You’ve hid your reactions from me far too long as it is. I want to savor this. You’re going to tell me, truthfully. Do you like being tickled? Have you gotten off to the idea of me teasing you until you come undone as many times as I wish? Hm?”
The self-satisfied smirk was evident on his lips as you squirmed and just about melted in his arms; already giving him his answer. He’d never seen their Warrior of Light so red before.
You nodded and Thancred was content to let you go, but Estinien pushed you back by your shoulder, just behind Thancred’s own, his azure eyes burning into you.
“We both know he wanted a verbal response. Give it to him.”
At the familiar dominance in his tone, you folded, eyes rushing to Thancred’s.
“Y-Yes I have. More than once! To both of you!”
You squeaked it out before looking to Estinien for approval, to which he nodded, hand moving from your shoulder to your head where he ran his fingers through your hair.
“Good girl.”
It was a quiet mumble, but the praise filled you with warmth where the adrenaline once was.
“To both of us, huh?”
Your eyes flew open at the playful lilt in Thancred’s voice.
Oh Gods had you really said that?
You were still too content with Estinien’s soothing ministrations to move but you looked nervously to your favorite thief.
But he wasn’t looking at you.
“Estinien. What say you to a friendly competition?
"There isn’t many in Coerthas. What would it entail?”
“Who can make her come undone the most? Winner gets to stay with her for the night and the loser has to be on guard duty and stay awake.”
“Not very high stakes but I’ll take it. As long as she agrees to it, of course.”
“That goes without saying.”
They both turned to you and as sheepish as you felt, you still agreed.
“…Okay. But we’re obviously including the typical safewords. Lahabrea for you, Thancred and Nidhogg for you, Estinien. Still okay to use?”
You always checked, ensuring the words weren’t triggering for them and both nodded.
“You both have more in common than I realized, actually. Huh. So…how are we doing this then?”
Thancred looked vaguely amused as he shrugged.
“I can always run out and fetch some restraints. You’re awfully calm given your earlier flusteredness, you know.”
“No need, I have my own. It’s the hair. Makes her melt. Ears too, and those triple as an extra erogenous and ticklish area so I target it often. Her back will have the same affect.”
Thancred’s eyes lit up at that.
“No way; I didn’t even know she was ticklish there!”
“Wait don’t-eep!”
You yelped as Thancred moved before you could stop him, nimble fingers slipping underneath your shirt and drawing patterns into your back, occasionally spidering or digging in slightly to make you squeak. Nonetheless, you melted forward into Estinien’s waiting chest and sighed in content, small giggles slipping out now and then.
“So this is why you tensed and would jump away whenever I tried to massage your shoulders. Could you get any cuter?”
You nuzzled Estinien and grumbled weakly, taking solace in his warmth.
“This isn’t playing fair.”
“You’ve got a safe word darling. You need only say it if you need us to stop at any time.”
His deep voice rumbled in your ear before his teeth pulled, making you arch a moment before a purr escaped you, making you gasp, flinch away and cover your mouth.
The two men froze.
“…Tell me you heard that too, Wyrmblood.”
“Loud and clear. Naughty kitten, hiding such sounds from us for so long.”
Both men’s voices had deepened in their lust and it was obvious to see it in the way their eyes darkened as well.
“Now then, why don’t we find out what other sounds you can make for us. Shall we truly get started?”
Breathless you could only whimper as Thancred tongued your throat, while Estinien retrieved the restraints.
“I’m fucked aren’t I?”
“Not yet you aren’t. But you will be. Thoroughly .”
For the love letters, Thancred, female reader, heavy NSFW (I'm craving smut with him); flowers: lady's seal (be my support), camellia (red) - (You’re a flame in my heart), lemon blossom - (Fidelity in Love; I Promise to be True). Thanks in advance 🙂
A/N: Ah, Thancred sure is an awesome character. I fall for him more on a healer/tank aspect since I'm a sucker for using NPC parties. X”D Love it!
As a side note to others who catch this post: please check my pinned post or my description to see if love letters are open before sending one~! ♥
I was struggling for some time, wondering—perhaps even—dreading how to open this letter to you. Should I talk of our adventures together? How you've saved me far more on the battlefield than I care to confess? If I prattle on and on for far too long, I worry the meaning will get lost.
That just won't do.
Perhaps I am a coward to write a letter such as this and not express it more forwardly. I've often been told actions speak louder than words, but if you'll indulge me, I wish to write a bit of a fancy of the two of us on every line. Or at least, every line that can grant me the courage to do so.
I feel this world rarely allows us a genuine moment to sit and talk to one another. One moment there's a primal on the loose, and the next, someone's village is burning down. But, as odd as it is to add to such, I find those moments the ones I cherish often.
You've been at my side for so long that I've lost the count of the months, let alone, the years. Whenever I dare thought I'd fall in battle, you were there to make me rise; to find a better more meaningful purpose to continue.
Perhaps I've grown far older than I wish to admit, but... I am saddened to say my resolve has slowly been chipped away at by everything I have to endure. If it weren't for you, I surely would have denied healing or even resurrection of any sort just to not endure it any longer.
The coward's way, I know. But this is where I find the reason to stand...
My hand trembles as I dare write this, but I wish to do more than merely go on adventures with you. I wish to be your shield beyond those grounds as well, carry what burdens you have and encourage you to stand mightier than before.
You've called me a few choice words of fondness, but are they meant to be more than mere pet names?
I would hope so and that my heart hasn't run berserk with the fantasies. Well, since you stoked these fires, I guess I will just have to burn all the brighter with my ideals regarding us—our future. (Or I'll get burned in the process. Who truly knows).
My dear, it is my turn to turn these words around on you. I wish nothing more but to adore and love you as more than a mere warrior on the field. I wish to be the one to escort you to a place we can be alone, where I can see you bathed in nothing but the moonlight, as it seeps in through the nearby window.
May my hands journey upon your clothing and remove such a barrier from my own body obtaining yours in all its glory. Let my words warm your skin as I whisper my lustful yearnings of you and you alone. No other being can truly take your place. Not in my mind.
I will tend to every blissful curve of you, my dear. I want to feel as you writhe with great want when my tongue flicks upon your erect nipple to entice a moan from your lips. Let my breath encourage yours to dance in such an erotic and meaningful way that will entice my journey onward.
Allow me but a taste of your purity, my tongue caressing the petals of your entrance before begging for more like your loyal servant on Eorzea. Should you need something to hold onto, my hand will be at the ready, to hold you tightly as my tongue digs deeper within your wet, enticing walls. Beckon out to me—plead for more. That is what I yearn to hear beyond mere fantasy.
My lips will show you mercy in time as I merely kiss your inner thigh, letting you find calm but for a mere moment as I want to go beyond sensual teasing. I wish to claim you as mine and mine alone.
Allow my erection to kiss upon your wet entrance, enabling a fire deep within my burning heart to go beyond even my control. Let me embrace you in this moment as I thrust into a whimsical dance only I can guide you through. My breath marking your lips, cheek, and neck in a uncontrollable hunger as you engorge that thirst all the more. I want to memorize every inch of you... feel as your walls clasp tightly upon my cock. I want to think about such a union for hours, even if I merely remain bedded within you, holding you close to marvel at just having you there—in my arms.
Let me claim you in other ways. My release will seed deep within you, warming every part of you and have the very one I adore to enjoy every moment of it. I will see to it that I know the one—the true and only one—to worth baring such a personal and passionate side of myself.
But the question is, will you offer me this? Will you grant me this undying love that I can take even to my grave should that moment dare come?
I pray so.
I wish only to have your heart, keep it near and dear to my own. Use it as inspiration for the battles ahead.
