You know who deserves to get eaten out? Vulkan. Best boi needs to lay back and be taken care of.
(NSFW with transmasc!Vulkan ahead.)
Vulkan has always taken care of you, and he always does it with a smile. He leaves touching notes for you in the morning, remembers your favorite treats and snacks, and greets you with a term of endearment that sends your heart fluttering.
You try to protest that Vulkan doesn’t need to tax himself for your sake; he should be focusing on more important tasks!
Vulkan takes your hand with a smile. "Are you not my most important task?"
You blush, turning your face into your shoulder. "At least let me return the favor."
Vulkan lays on the bed, his muscular legs bent at the knee so you can lay between his thighs. His clit throbs when you split his pussy lips with your tongue and you feel him moan more than you hear it.
Strong hands gather in your hair, but you have no fear of Vulkan hurting you. You pick up your pace, fucking his pussy with your tongue and feeling the juices dribbling out of him. They dapple your cheeks and chin, becoming thicker with each thrust of your tongue.
"You're a ravenous little thing," Vulkan huffs, lifting his hips to grind against your mouth. Your hands on his thighs don't do anything to keep Vulkan down on the bed; not that you can bring yourself to stop him, anyway.
Especially when his clit slips between your lips. You loudly suckle on Vulkan's clit like a cock and are rewarded with a deep, rich moan from Vulkan.
His body convulses under your attentions until you feel a gush of liquid hitting your chin. Vulkan's clit pulses between your lips and you continue lavishing him with attention until he climbs down from his orgasm.
"All right, I'll admit," Vulkan chuckles, lifting you into his arms. "It is nice to be on the other side of things for once.
more people pleaser "girls" becoming confident trans men. please. the suffocating pressure to be what everyone wants you to be turning you into a dissociated mess as you disconnect more and more from your body. it's so tragic it's so unfair please free them
Momentarily hiding away in a little village, Will, short for... oh, nothing really, is masquerading as a fortune-teller. Really, him and the other members of the influential and affluent Redford bloodline can simply see the emotions, or perhaps the souls, of the people in front of them. You'd be surprised, but that makes fortune-telling just as easy as if he could see the future outright. The members of the Redford family with this ability are easily distinguished by their strange purple eyes.
