#zbg

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leipzig 2025

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Streetfunk Leipzig ROWLEY & SLOT

[jenovahh]

idk why you can't go back and put a title but anyway

For those who haven't followed me on Twitter/Bsky in the past like two years I made this Maid(ish) AU where Zenos is a Powerlifter in need of some quick cash and spots an ad in the local paper. You can read about the premise here. I've wanted to write it fr but grad school and family stuff.

But this time the horny overtook me enough to actually gpose and write a snippet. Basically this is the first time they actually have sex after months of dancing around the matter.

Gposes for this story here.

She has to know what she's doing.

The garments are clearly bespoke. The cloth curls around his shoulders and hips just so. It was clearly made to fit him, and no one else.

Little is left to the imagination. She had--rather knowingly now that he thought about it-- informed him that these were the only items he should be wearing when he finished changing.

Normally, this would not be an issue. However, his manhood is out on display.

Zenos is no fool. Even he cannot deny the way they've danced around one another, waiting for one of them to make the first move in the ever thickening sexual tension between them. He only didn't expect his employer to be the one to cave first, and in such a...tastefully indecent manner.

As he approaches her sitting room, he peeks through the door. Sitting near her bookshelf, she;s got one leg crossed over the other, eyes closed as one of her legs bounces idly. With a light knock on the door, he makes her aware of his presence, even though her feeling hearing probably already heard him approach.

Sapphire eyes reveal themselves, a smirk curling her lips as she stares at the door. "Well, come in. I want to see how you look."

Swallowing what remained of his dignity, he slowly pushes the door open. As he slowly approaches her place of rest, she unfolds herself, a hand coming up as her eyes widen. He can feel his face heat slightly as he comes to a stop before her, feeling far more exposed beneath her gaze than he ever has in past flings.

"You look..." she trails off, making no move to get up, leaving her eyes to do all the work. "Spin for me." She demands, voice soft and breathless. He does as he's told, letting her judge the body he's worked so hard to build, every muscle a testament to his might. When he faces her again, she's standing, approach him slowly.

"...Well?" she prompts, her eyelids lowering even as she gazes up at him. "What do you think?"

He clears his throat, suddenly nervous, a hand shifting to run through his long locks. Her tongue swipes over her plush bottom lip, and try as he might, he can feel his cock begin to stir. "It is..."

The muscles just below his stomach jump as she hooks a manicured finger in the golden sash, her gaze curious and questioning, but looking every bit like she'll eat him alive. "Do you...like it?" She keeps her eyes on him, her other hand moving to cup his slowly hardening length, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Yes," he breathes, feeling the flames of desire lick at him.

"Then let me take a closer look," she purrs, releasing her hold on him, which prompts him to look at her again. She's made her way back to her chair, taking a seat like she's got all the time in the world. Crooking a finger at him, he swears he feels a tug around his neck. "Come here, Zenos."

Two steps is enough to cross over to her, her dainty hands reaching out for the massive planes of his thighs, the pads of her fingers worn rough from a career of sewing. The way she looks up at him alone threatens to undo him, his thumb tracing the lips he's wanted wrapped around him so badly. Her tongue gives kitten licks at the appendage before she briefly draws it in her mouth, giving it a light suck as she moves to fondle his dick.

He should be embarrassed with how hard he's gotten this quickly, unable to even explain it to himself as she takes him fully in hand. "I don't think I've ever seen a dick this big," she murmurs, licking a stripe on the underside. Her eyes don't leave him for a second, taking in every reaction he gives. When his eyes flutter closed, he swears it's only because of the sensation, not because her very gaze works to skin him alive.

"I don't think I could fit you in my mouth if I tried," she hums. The words sound like a gentle admission, but her tone is a taunt and warning both as she begins to smear his precum along the tip.

She fits what she can into her mouth, her hands making up the difference. Even though it's been a long time since he's felt the touch of another, he can tell already that hers is different, attentive in a way he's never felt before. Strong thighs tremble as she licks the head, licks his slit, sucks on a prominent vein stretching from the base. Every gasp, every quiver, every time a muscle even dares to jump, he can see her cataloguing it away. It doesn't take long until she's finding a rhythm with her hands that isn't too dissimilar to the one he takes when his body reminds him of his urges, his hand finding her hair as his hips gently thrust into her hold.

"Feels good?" she asks, her hands stroking him further and further to completion, her cerulean eyes sparkling with wonder.

"Yes," he breathes, feeling flushed down to his chest.

"Gonna cum?" she asks, as if she's able to read his tells better than he can.

"Yes," he groans, hunching over now, bracing himself on the back of her chair, hips practically fucking into her fists. "Fuck, I'm," he doesn't even get to finish the thought, white heat spurting out of him as he cums, spraying her chest with his seed. Her hands milk him through it, his ears distantly aware of her humming in satisfaction as she slurps the last of him down.

He's still braced on the chair as she finally releases him, giving him the time to catch his breath. His heart is thumping out of time, so loud in his ears, it blocks nearly all of his senses. He's only able to gather himself as he feels her shift to duck underneath his bulk and stand to her feet. "Well, I certainly enjoyed myself." She chirps, clearly pleased with herself. "I think I'll go shower."

His brows furrow in confusion. "What?"

She turns on her heel, her tail swaying behind her like a cat. It's then he looks at her, truly looks at her. Her already plump lips, further swollen from her attentions. His cum painting her chest, some of the streaks staining the top of a corset he knows costs more than his rent alone. One side of her hair is mussed from where he grabbed it. "You're free to go home,"

His brows pinch further together. "No."

It is her turn to be confused, tilting her head ever-so-cutely that already has his cock stirring in interest again. "What do you mean?"

Crossing to her, he presses her against the back of the sofa, her eyes slightly wide, but she makes no move to push him away. "You need your turn." One hand deftly undoes the button to her pants, shoving them to the floor while the other cradles the back of the neck as he dips her over the sofa.

"Zenos," she gasps, but his mouth is already at her neck while his hand reaches for her slit. Just as he thought, she's not as unaffected as she seemed, able to feel how wet she is with just one pass of his finger. Her hips jump at the contact, her hands reaching for his arm, but he merely makes his touch more insistent. "Oh,"

He can feel her begin to relax in his hold, her legs shuffling to kick her pants off so she can spread her legs to give him easier access. He may lack her attention to detail, but he does his best to make up for it with his drive, working his fingers against her clit until he finds the motion that has her writhing in his grip.

Her hands shift to grip at his biceps, caressing the muscle as she bares her neck to him further. "Yes, like that," she praises once he finds the pressure she desires, the slick sounds of her rubbing her clit to completion filling the room. "A little higher,"

He complies, not even thinking twice about disobeying, wanting this to be good for her, too. He doesn't know what this will mean for him, for her, for their relationship as employer and employee, but for now, he needs to see if she sounds as good as she's sounded in his dreams.

"Wait," she rasps, suddenly trying to push him away. Did he do something wrong? Before he can fully retreat, she's clutching at him, holding him close. "Inside me, please,"

He was already half hard, but his dick gives an twitch of interest at her plea. He'd love nothing more than for her first orgasm from him to be on his cock. But he's had enough partners in the past to know that's a big mistake.

Pulling back some, he meets her wanton gaze, swallowing his sudden nerves. "We have to get you ready."

Before she can work her wiles on him, he shifts his hand to slip a finger inside, killing whatever over-confident protest she was about to offer. Some of his previous partners have needed lube, but he can feel that she's plenty wet. He can feel her body work to accommodate his size, slowly plunging his finger in until he felt she was ready for a second.

The second was definitely a stretch, and already he could tell she probably hadn't had someone of his size and girth before. It certainly didn't stop him though, watching her face for the slightest twinge of pain. "I don't think,"

"By the Twelve, Zenos, if the tip of you is the only thing that will fit, I will take it." She growls, digging her claws into his shoulder. The sharp pinpricks make him shiver, leaving him barely able to swallow back a moan.

"Very well." he breathes, pulling his fingers from her.

Before he can move, she's turning around, hiking a leg up on the sofa, baring her pink and waiting hole to him. Her hands are braced on the fine leather as she looks at him over her shoulder, the tip of her tail teasing his abs. "Come on."

"Careful." he chides, but he's already acquiescing, holding his cock in hand as he moves into position. He slides the tip along her slit, wanting her in as little pain as possible, even if she's unaware of how much it may hurt. "Let me know when to stop."

Before she can chew him out, he begins to press in, already able to see her back visibly tense up. "Wait,"

His free hand is supporting her chest immediately, allowing her to go slack some. "Relax." he whispers, waiting for her call. He watches as she takes a few steadying breaths, her fingers flexing and loosening against the taut leather.

"Okay," she breathes, "...a little more."

He pushes just enough to get the tip in as promised, biting down on his lip just from the heat of her. Even if she spurned him from her bed and fired him the next morning, he'd be content. The sight of her struggling to accept him alone was worth it.

He can feel her body relax around him the faintest bit. "A little...more..."

He pushes a bit more, but he's definitely meeting resistance now. Perhaps two ilms of him are in, and her body is squeezing down on him not from pleasure, but because it's struggling to fit him. "Fuck," she hisses, every hair on her tail standing on end.

"We can stop," he tries, only to be shushed with the look she gives him.

"This is enough. For now." She breathes. She shifts her weight to her standing leg, even if she's on her toes. "Just let me," she gives an experimental roll of her hips, just barely keeping what little of him there is inside before sliding what she can fit back in. "We can practice,"

He can only nod, watching her use his dick to get off. The word practice rotates in his head like a spin cycle, already understanding the implications. She wanted to be able to stretch herself wider. She wanted to be able to take him to the hilt.

She wanted to do this again.

"Mmh," she moans, angling her hips to hit whatever spot inside her as her eyes clenching shut, her breath coming out in harsh pants. "Ah," she whimpers as her pleasure lets him slide in just a little deeper, her ears pinning against her head. "Fuck, it's so good," He's three ilms in now, just a bit past the head.

He's got partners who he knows are trained to accept someone his size. Men and women who already know just how to make him come, to scratch that itch when his own hand wasn't enough.

But watching her use him? Watching her ride not even half of his cock as if she owned it? Owned him?

It was doing a lot for him, even if he couldn't fully be inside of her.

The way she clamped down on what she could fit, her warm insides teasing the head of his cock. The hand on he chest begins to pull her corset down, freeing her breast to his exploratory touch. The flesh fits perfectly in his palm, his fingers pinching a nipple that has her biting down on her lip and rolling her hips faster. "Oh," she whines, eyes fluttering shut. "Ah, it's so good," His other hand leaves the couch to grab her waist, able to feel her leg start to tremble.

She reaches a hand beneath her to rub her clit to finally push her over that edge, the cry she lets out enough to feel like it could shatter windows but he's the one ready to burst instead. Her tail curls against him as her hips roll slowly, using the last of her strength to ride out her orgasm.

His heart flutters at the sight.

Too busy being star struck, he's helpless as she pulls herself off of him, pushing him back to give herself enough space to get his dick between her tits, pressing a kiss to the head. "Give me another." she purrs, the pools of her cerulean eyes enough to pull him under.

Swallowing, he doesn't dare close his eyes, not even straying from her face as he strokes himself between her breasts. She draws him into her mouth, moaning around what she can reach, and he knows he's not going to last long. "I'm," he stammers, gripping the couch for dear life, "fuck--"

He cums harder than he ever has before, he's pretty sure. His seed catches on her chin, her cheeks, her lovely collarbones. Greedily, she laps at the head, causing his own legs to buckle slightly before he manages to catch himself. She probably sucked the soul out of him for a moment.

Opening his eyes (when did they close), she's holding his dick like a trophy, pressing a kiss to it while gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes. As her tongue comes out to lick a long stripe from base to tip, he knows for sure that he would let her ruin him.

And that's fine with him.

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