THE SAINTESS AND THE WICKED DRAGON
After accidentally slipping and dying because the janitor forgot to put up a wet floor sign, you find yourself reincarnated as the Holy Saintess in the r18 otome game Celestial Bonds. Not wanting to get any of the bad endings or become a glorified sex toy (the game was really pushing the r18 rating), you accept the King's order to join the expedition and become the main healer for the war.
However, it seems like the gods of this world hate you considering how your death flag, who rarely partook in missions, was suddenly appointed as the general. Worse of all? He agreed.
featured character: malleus draconia x afab!reader
cw: au, subtle hints of yandere mallues but not mentioned, does this count as teratophilia, non-con/dub-con, big-cock and two dick malleus, religious themes, breeding, creampies, cumplay, unprotected sex, hair-pulling, overstimulation, implied brainwashing, ooc malleus, porn with somewhat heavy plot
Amidst the din of clashing steel, roars of fury, and cries of pain, the Holy Saintess of the Temple of Dire was a calm figure of divine beauty. The blessed figure knelt beside a fallen soldier. She whispered holy chants and blessings as her hand hovered over the soldier's pierced stomach, glowed a bright light.
The soldier let out a pained sigh; his eyebrows furrowed as the Saintess continued healing the man.
"Don't worry, child." The Saintess smiled, "You won't die today. Not on my watch."
You barely had time to breathe before shouts began to surround you. "Saintess!" A soldier called out, his spear clashing with the sudden multitudes of monsters. "A barrierâwe need a barrier!"
You let out a staggered cough as you lifted your other arm, channeling your remaining divine power. The light from your hand flickered, and you could feel your already depleted energy drain.
You used up all your mana and a sinking certainty that you couldn't even make a small barrier. Amidst your plight, a monstrous roar tore through the air as heavy steps lifted the pebbles off the ground.
A heavy shadow loomed over you, and a chill ran down your spine. You barely had time to turn your head before a gruesome slash sounded nearby. The monster's body was cut, and its head exploded, followed by the sickening splatter of blood and the horrid cries of the other beasts.
Feeling droplets of blue blood hit your cheek, you let out a small tsk at the sight of your stained robes streaked with fresh (and smelly) gore.
Paying no mind to your smeared robes, you finished healing the wounded soldier with a cough before another shadow loomed over you. However, instead of responding with fear or shock, you tilted your head backward, eyes narrowed in annoyance.
"Malleus." Your lips curled into a thin line, looking at the horned man looking down at you with an arrogant smirk. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop making a mess?"
Malleus let out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Forgive me, Saintess."
"I was simply concerned for your well-being, and considering your...failed attempt at making a barrier that even a peasant child could raise, I had to come save you." The dragon mocked playfully, his neon green eyes watching you stand and lift your once pristine robes slightly, inspecting the disgusting blood drip.
"This is the fifth time my robes have been stained due to your unsavory methods." You let out a long-suffering sigh.
Malleus' finger touched the tip of his chin, his lips forming into an arrogant smirk. "From how often that happens," The dark-haired man tilted his head. "One would misunderstand our encounters as you purposely putting yourself in danger so I'd come rescue you."
"Isn't that so, your Holiness?"
With a soft thud of his armored boots, the dragon leaned close to you.
You roughly pushed the man away, a scowl evident on your face. Malleus looked at you with surprised eyes before he raised his hands in mock defeat.
"Do not think of me as an incompetent fool, you beast." You huffed, eyes glaring at the green-eyed man with disdain.
"The only reason why my mana was drained is because you," A carefully manicured finger tapped harshly against the leather covering of Malleus' chest. "kept on injuring our soldiers during training. And then have the audacity to waste my mana on your minuscule wounds knowing damn well there are other priests who would be more than glad to help you."
Malleus smiles at your irritation, a deep chuckle rumbling when he steps closer to you.
"You wound me, dear Saintess. My job is to make sure these soldiers can fight, not coddle them like a bunch of sheep." With a dismissive shrug, he huffs.
"If my men can't keep up, that's their problem, not mine. I'd rather train and bruise those fools than have them cower in the presence of a true battlefield."
"And besides," In a swift movement, sharp black armored gloves gently grip and caress your waist as Malleus tightly pressed your body close to him, your faces only a few inches separated, his long hair draping around you like a veil. Malleus hums akin to a purr, the deep vibration reverberating across your body.
Suddenly, Malleus puffs out a dark, neon green smoke to your face, tittering slightly at your coughs.
"Why would I let those third-rate fools heal me when I have you right here?"
Your face forms into a disgusted scowl.
"Let go of me, you fuâ!" Before multitudes of swears could escape your mouth, a young herbalist, no younger than 12 years old, called out your nameâoblivious to the clear sexual tension.
"Your Holiness! More soldiers require healing!" Malleus watched you sigh as the girl yelled out, softly letting go of your waist and resuming distance between the two of you.
"Go on, now." He smiles, ignoring your hateful glares. With a huff, you quickly ran in the girl's directionânot before turning your head back and scoffing at Malleus' smug figure.
Malleus watches your retreating figure with lidded eyes and a smirk. With another deep chuckle, he turns and heads to the training grounds, the image of your angry face embedded deep in his mind.
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"I'm going to fucking kill myself."
The gentle orange hue of candlelight flickered softly as you stood frozen in front of your vanity, your face twisted in a mix of regret and panic as you recounted your interaction with the general earlier.
"I'm an idiot." You laugh, pushing your hair back. "I'm a god fucking idiot."
"I bantered with him. Bantered, of all things!" You pull at your hair tighter, your face pale. "You don't banter with your death flag! Especially one as dangerous as him!" You press your forehead against the cool glass of the vanity's mirror, your fingers gripping the wooden frame.
With a deep breath, you pull away from the mirror and slump your tired, bruised, and hopefully uninjured body into the soft, cushioned chair. Sighing, you pinch the bridge of your nose and adjust your position to a more comfortable one.
"Okay," you rested your legs on the small, cushioned stool and placed your head in the palm of your hand.
"Let's think about this clearly."
"Malleus, my death flag, practically the one I avoided hell and back while I was in the Capital, suddenly agrees to the King's request that he join an expedition with the Saintess he supposedly hates." Tapping your finger, you narrow your eyes. "And while the King and I aren't on good terms, for someone of his characterâit's certainly weird how he never once notified me of the sudden change."
Biting your lip, you clench your fist and hit the chair's soft armrest dramatically with a whine. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn iiiittt!!!" Your fist trembles in the air.
Had it not been for the sudden change of Generals, you could've been romancing the gallant and gentle General Silver!
Instead of getting splashed with gruesome and horridly smelly monster blood every battle, you should've been fighting side-by-side with Silver as he covered you with his cape in fear of you getting stained!
Instead of being forced to that beast's tent to heal scratches (that don't even hurt him!) and wasting your mana, you could've been having an intimate moment with Silver as you healed a deep wound on his hip! (That would totally not lead to a passionate night.)
A woeful, singular tear fell from your eye as all the scenes, dialogue, and events from you and Silver taking late-night walks to swimming together in the lake underneath the romantic moon appeared in your mind.
Taking a deep breath (you lost count of how many you've had today), you lift your body from the velvet cushioned chair and make your way towards your vanity. Sighing, you draw back the stained veil and brush your hair, yawning lightly.
Your eyes flutter as you feel your body relax, a wave of sleepiness hitting you suddenly.
'That's odd...' You mumble, blinking slowly.
'I drank a mana replenishing potion before I came here. So why am I...' You rub your eyes. 'So sleepy?'
Setting aside the wooden hairbrush, you stretch your neck side-to-side for a few seconds before letting out a long, unguarded yawn. Blinking away the tears, your back arches like a cat as you raise your arms high, fingers outstretched to the tent's roof.
With an exhale, you push your somewhat numb body from the chair and plop down ungracefully on the bed with a satisfied groan.
Your hands wander blindly on the soft bedsheets, fingers feeling around for the familiar shape of your beloved pillows. You make no effort to lift your head from the comforts of your bed, letting your hands fumble around before finally brushing against the squishy and smooth cotton of your pillow.
With a small, sleepy sigh and a slight smile, you clutch the ends of the pillow and pull it close to your body, hugging it tightly as you yawn yourself to sleep.
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Long, pale-white fingers gently glide upon the supple flesh of your thighs, with black, long nails sometimes scratching your skin lightly. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough for you to feel and furrow your brows even in your sleep.
Said hands wander slowly upwards to your stomach, stopping at the base of your belly button.
"How...small." A dark chuckle rumbles, pressing his thumbs lightly on your stomach.
You twist your body away from the feeling, letting out an annoyed grumble and hugging your pillow tighter.
Neon green eyes watch as your chest heaves, his pointy ears twitching at the sound of your slow and even breathing.
Tilting his head, Malleus leans down, his silky and dreamy hair tickling the sides of your stomach. With a light hum, the feared and esteemed general presses his lips softly against the soft and fragile flesh of your body.
A tickle of moonlight shone through a small gap in the tent, glimmering brightly against the delicate silver and luxury items splayed across the wooden vanity on the side.
Malleus' lips linger, his hot and steamy breath fanning on your stomach. Suddenly, he stretches his body a bit straighter and leans his head against your chest, a satisfied hum leaving his fanged mouth.
The man grumbles something akin to a cat's purr, wrapping his arms around your pliant body.
Malleus doesn't see the need to be careful. Considering how potent the few drops of sleeping vial he put in the mana replenishing potion you drank earlier.
Now, don't get Malleus wrong.
He is a gentleman through and through. He would never stoop to such measures had it not been for how utterly dumb and naive you are.
Anyone with the tiniest bit of common sense, peasant or noble, would've been able to see his attempts at courting you.
The very fact that he even bothered to kill that beast and save you from getting mauled was evidence enough to his soldiers. And even when you don't consider his brutal ways as a form of courting, were the flowers he sent to the Temple not enough? The endless jewelry and gifts, some even sparkling brightly on your vanity.
Malleus sighs, burying himself deeper into your body.
If this were months ago, the man would've listened to his fae and draconic instincts and snatched you from the very ground and soil you stood on, trapping you inside his gloomy castle that surely would've bloomed under the gentle care of your hands.
And yet, here he wasâstalling and playing the long game.
All because Malleus loves you too much to quickly ensnare your fragile soul into the deep depths of his black heart.
His pupils elongate into slits as he watches your chest heave up and down peacefully. A blush creeps up Malleus' face, and he presses another kiss to your stomach.
The draconic fae sits up and caresses your face, his eyes glinting underneath the darkness of the tent.
His sharp nail grazes the skin of your cheek as his fingers grip the base of your chin gently.
With a deep exhale, Malleus leans down, licking his fangs before pressing his lips against yours.
He hears your throat hitch and your body squirm, but he knows well that you won't wake up until the early dawns.
So he indulges himself in his current pleasure, pushing his tongue deep into your mouth. Malleus ignores the twitch of your legs and your face scrunching in discomfort, intertwining his tongue with yours.
Malleus allows himself to continue the kiss longer, knowing that he won't be able to satiate himself for the following days.
The fae feels ur breathing goes short, yet he still persists and glides his hand lower until it reaches the base of your underwear.
Such thoughts echo in Malleus' mind as his hands go under the waistband of your underwear, his hands trailing lower and lower, descending beneath and resting on the inner corners of your thigh.
He digs his nails deep into your thigh, finally removing his mouth. Malleus lets out a shaky exhale, his nostrils flaring at the smell of your arousal.
But the man knows better than to assume.
Still, Malleus is a very patient man. He's certain it won't take long for you to realize your desires and approach him.
He chuckles ominously, amused by the way your throat hitches and tries catching breath from his kiss earlier.
Oh, how you tempt him so.
"Is it just me, or does the Saintess look a little stressed today?"
Wiping the grotesque yet familiar blue blood from his sword, a young soldier remarks to his friend, who, in turn, raises his brow.
"What makes ya say that?"
"Well," Soaking the cloth in water, the boy shrugs. "I passed by her Holiness earlier, and she looked angry. Like, her face was all scrunched up, I thought I was the one in trouble."
The boy's friend continues to restring his bow, his face a look of contemplation before shaking his head. "She is the Saintess, after all. With how many were injured in the last battle, and as the personal healer for General Draconia, it makes sense if she's in a bad mood."
"I guess that's true. But is it really because of the battle?" The boy raises his finger. "The Saintess should be used to this typa stuff!"
Groaning, the man pinches the boy's ear. "Idiot! Don't say stuff like that out loud!" He scolds his boy before sighing. "I heard the battle took a significant toll on her Holiness. I even heard from the other soldiers that it got so bad that her Holiness' mana nearly went out."
The boy gasps and drops the cloth, his eyes wide with shock and worry.
"Seriously?! No wonder her Holiness seems to be in a bad mood today! I'd be the same if I got into a near-death experience like that in the middle of battle."
"And she still had to heal the wounded and the General. So yeah, I'm not gonna blame her Holiness if she'll be a bit rude or snarky later."
The boy mutters out a small nah. "I doubt it. The Saintess is a sweet person, I'm sure, even in a bad mood, she'll still treat us nicely!"
His friend stares at him blankly and then lets out a resigned sigh.
"Guess so. Speaking of which, where is the Saintess? I haven't seen her since this morning, and she usually makes rounds around the camp during this time."
The boy perks up with a smile. "I spoke with her earlier! She said that she wanted to hunt some slimes to make a soothing cream for the soldiers since it's summer season."
"Really?! Thank Dire! I thought I was gonna die from the heat."
"Yeah! Her Holiness truly is a gift from God. She's such a sweet and lovely lady, it makes me sob!"
"Repent for your sins, bitch!"
The heel of your shoe collides with a dwarf's arm as his body slams hard into a tree, creating a loud boom echoing within the deepest depths of the forest. You pay no mind to the red stain spreading on your pure white garments, digging your heel deeper.
"W-WHAT KIND OF HOLY EUR-CHK! SAINTESS ARE YOU?!" The dwarf snarls, howling in pain.
Your head tilts with a slow blink of your eye, and a bright smile plays upon your face. "A Saintess who's in a deeply bad mood." With a flick of your finger, multiple holy crosses encirle the dwarf's neck, their sharp ends drawing blood as they titter against his thick skin.
"So," Your voice purrs, "I suggest you fess up where you hid those potions before my mood sours any further."
"Potions? The hell you talkin' about?!" The dwarf spits, gripping the wooden baton in his hands.
"Don't act dumb with me." Your tone drops to a chill, and the dwarf stills.
"Earlier this morning, a courier was expected to arrive here, in this very forest, to deliver me a box of potions that I've been searching for and paid a tremendous amount of money to obtain."
You lean closer to the dwarf, the strands of your hair slipping from your veil and caging the tiny person's face.
"So," A smile plays upon your lips. "Imagine my surprise when I arrive at the meet-up point to a mangled corpse, with no potions to be seen."
The crosses dig deeper into the dwarf's neck, drawing blood.
"I don't know what the fuck's going on with that head of yours, lassie, but I didn't do anything!" The dwarf narls.
"Then, mind explaining why three empty bottles are dangling from your belt?"
The dwarf freezes its entirety, its eyes immediately darting to the sparkling silver bottles attached to its belt.
"H-hold on!" The dwarf yelps, sweat dripping from his skin as his body trembles from the harsh pressure of the crosses. "I didn't take these; someone gave them to me!"
Your hand stops, and a questioning look sparks on your face.
"I was hunting animals earlier in the southern area, and I smelled blood nearby."
"Because obviously I wasn't going to take chances hunting near that damned soldier camp of yours!"
The dwarf scoffs, rolling his eyes.
"To continue, I decided to follow the scent because I thought it was a dead animal, a recent one since the blood smelled fresh at that time."
The dwarf sighs and leans defeated against the tree.
"...Let's just say, lass, that it wasn't a dead animal."
"I pity that courier. Seemed like a young man."
Your lips purse, and you raise your chin lightly with a condensing stare.
"I'd expect wild dwarves like you to be used to the sight of human corpses." You sigh, rolling your eyes.
"Still," Your voice trails off. "Even with that courier dead, that doesn't prompt you to steal my potions."
A vein appears on the dwarf's forehead, and the tiny man grumbles.
"Don't interrupt me, girl! I ain't done telling the whole story!"
"That boy of yours didn't get mauled by some monster or animal."
A light whistle softly echoes as the trees still, and everything falls silent.
Your body is still as your eyes are wide.
Your eyes shake and tremble, your breath hitching, your hands quivering.
Your mouth closes, and a bitter taste fills your tongue. Something drips from your faceâyou think it's tears.
Your dress, once lightly stained, now bleeds and taints red.
Your heart thumpsâonce, twice, thrice.
And it takes precisely 10 seconds before a shaky whisper escapes your mouth.
Your voice is soft, vulnerable.
A branch breaks behind you, but you stay still, not moving an inch.
"Naive, so utterly naive." A deep voice purrs, and you take a deep breath as the familiar fiery yet masculine scent fills your nose.
"I thought you were hunting slimes, my dear Saintess," Malleus smirks, leaning his armored body against a tree.
"I was." You retort, ignoring the shiver creeping up your spine. "I simply had some other business to attend to."
The fae raises a brow. "And that includes interrogating a dwarf? If I'd known better, I'd say you were putting yourself in danger for fun." He chuckles.
Your fists clench. "I was perfectly capable of handling this, General."
"And by handling, you mean letting that dwarf go once you've got all the answers you needed."
Malleus narrows his eyesâsharp pupils tracing the expanse of your back, faced at him.
"You may have threatened that thing, but I know you well enough that you had no thoughts of killing that dwarf."
Your throat gulps as your eyes stare tremblingly at the decapitated and exposed neck of the dwarf.
"Not everything needs to result in death, Draconia."
"In the subject of your safety, it should be." The man frowns, taking a few steps closer.
"And besides, he's a thief, isn't he? A thief and a murderer."
You grit your teeth and turn around, eyes filled with immense rage.
"How long have you been listening?! And excuse you, but this dwarf made it clear that he didn't steal my potions!"
"Long enough to laugh at how oblivious and callow you are." Malleus steps further, only stopping until his shadow envelops your entire body.
"Don't tell me you actually believe that dwarf's words?"
You scowl. "Why shouldn't I?!"
Malleus presses the bridge of his nose. "Because that dwarf was about to stab you using his left hand, and clearly murdered that courier and took those potions you ordered." The man points a sharp, armored finger at the dwarf's side.
Your eyes follow, and a shocked gasp escapes your throat at the sight of the dwarf's tiny hand gripping a dagger, exuding a demonic aura.
One dark enough to seriously injure your body and spiritual mana.
"You may think that mercy comes easy, my dear." Malleus leans close, removing his gauntlet from his hand.
"But need I remind you of who you are."
Long, pale, and calloused hands grip your chin, tilting your head high.
"Making underground deals for potions is one thing, but having a secret meeting with an agent alone and foolishly believing a dwarf's blatant lies?" A patronizing smile fills Malleus' face.
"You are the Holy Saintess. Your position holds not only power, but effect."
Malleus' eyes glint with barely hidden anger.
"Your actions, your words, everything you do affects this very world."
He puffs out a small smoke of fire from his mouth, ignoring your coughs.
"And yet you act so recklessly simply because you have the Holy blessing and the protection of the spirits."
The man stares at your livid face, a light blush fluttering on the tips of his ears.
He sighs, letting go of your chin and stepping back.
Biting your lip, you glare at the man.
"You treat me as a child!" You scoff, fists clenched.
"And you are acting like one!" The man counters, his hair flowing gently against the wind.
Your tongue clicks against your mouth, and you narrow your eyes.
"You may be an honored General, Draconia."
"But that does not mean you have the right to dictate or control my actions."
Malleus crosses his arms, a smug smile on his face as the glow from his neon eyes is barely visible against the setting sun.
"Had it not for the King's orders," You take a step forward. "I would've replaced you with General Silver ages ago."
Malleus stillsâthe smile on his face freezing.
His hands quickly dart to your face, looking for any signs of teasing or a horrid play of humor.
No teasing glint, no haughty smile, not even a playful jester.
You sneer at the motionless man and spit on his armored boots, bumping into his shoulder as you walk past him.
"I may be a fool," You halt and glance back. "But at least I'm not a pathetic man desperate for the tiniest ounce of attention."
You scoff, flipping your hair as you make your way back to camp.
"Haha," Malleus tips lightly, his hand cupping his mouth, "Hahaha,"
The man inclines his head back, a crazed smile playing on his face. Multiple veins bulge in fury as a surge of magical energy builds up in his surroundings.
A growl rumbles deep in his chest, and with a click of his tongue, multiple trees break in half.
"Ah," Malleus sighs lovingly, "My dear Saintess," his eyes squint, and his body wobbles slightly as he sniffs the air for your scent.
Malleus' long tongue licks the slate of his fangs, a devilish cackle filling the silent, and now dark forest.
"An arrogant fool is much worse than a pathetic man."
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The Holy Saintess of the Temple of Dire is a figure so revered and kind that people would shed tears at the mere sight of her silhouette.
Many tell stories of her kindness, her gentle voice, her soft laughter tittering like a bird's chirp.
However, as true as the stories and whispers may be, Epel finds them to be a bit too exaggerated.
And what basis does the young man have for such a statement?
"He's nothing more than a ludicrous, asinine, outrageous, and demented man!"
By being the personal attendant of the Holy Saintess and apprentice to the High Priest.
"Simply because he's a general, that deranged man thinks he can order me around?!"
Epel watches his beloved Saintess pace around, his delicate and soft hands stirring the pot of tea carefully.
"Well," The boy interjects with a shrug.
"If I were naturally born with immense magic, natural fighting ability, practically being a prodigy in all things considered, the only son of Princess Maleanor and Duke Raverne, thus being the only heir to the Draconia Empire, and then becoming part of the highest ranking generals four months into knightlyhoodâI, too, would have the audacity."
"Whose side are you on?!" You frown, grumbling out a comical huff.
Epel lifts the teapot and pours the herbal mixture into an intricately designed cup with grace.
Epel lifts the cup and places his free hand on your shoulder. Smiling, the boy casually directs your body and sets you down on the bed with an upright posture, an action done so many times that it has practically become a bodily reflex.
You glare at Epel, who simply gave you a sly smile.
"Your health is of utmost importance," he places the tea in your hands, of course, after he has ensured that the cup is at a reasonable temperature to avoid burning you.
"So, please, drink this carefully mixed herbal tea and let this young boy rest."
Before you could even retort, Epel quickly dashes out of your tent with a big wave of his arm.
"That damned boy!" You groan, quickly gulping down the tea.
With a deep sigh, you promptly rise from the bed and set the teacup aside. Yawning, you approach your vanity and fumble slightly with the cabinet handles.
Opening the drawer, an irritated grumble murmurs in your mouth.
"Damn it," You brush your hair back, "I'm out of potions."
You stare blankly at the empty space inside the drawer, your body crouched and eyes filled with tired despair.
Your face slams into the palms of your hands as you sob fake, dramatic tears.
That is, until a silvery glint shines brightly into your eye.
Underneath the velvet cushion of the leather case placed inside the drawer, your eyes squint as the faintest glint of pure silver peeks through.
With careful precision, you lift the velvet cushion, and your eyes light up in delight.
You jump up from your crouched form and spin happily, giggling cheerfully.
Despite the clearly suspicious, sudden appearance of the potion and its weird pink color, a color you don't recall making or receiving, you were too blissfully ecstatic to care or think properly.
Snickering, you easily pop the potion's lid off and gulp the entire bottle in one go.
"Man, that hit right." Wiping away the excess liquid from your mouth, you toss the empty bottle and fall face-first onto your bed.
With a slow blink accompanied by a yawn, your fingers fumble and clutch the soft ends of a pillow. Your back arches with the stretching curve of your arms as another yawn follows.
Pulling your legs and pillow close to your body, you hum contentedly as your body falls into a deep slumber.
Underneath the soft blanket of translucent silk fabric dangling and caging above a queen-sized bed, the Holy Saintess of the Temple of Dire shivers against the cold wind of the midnight air.
The Saintess, too deep in slumber, tunes out the gentle flutter of her open tent, her arms tightening their grip on the pillow resting softly between her legs and chest.
The moon's silver light spilled through the small gap, casting a shining hue amongst the Saintess' exposed legs from her nightgown.
The light slowly went up to her face, causing her lashes to flutter. However, as quickly as it came, it ended as soon as it started, as a dark shadow loomed over the Saintess' body.
A black nail taps against a pale chin with a hum. With a short flick of his fingers, the fae casts a spellâa silencing and confinement spell.
He can't have anyone interrupting the two of you, of course.
Something electric runs down Malleus' body, and his lips curl into a vicious smirk as his eyes glint within the tent's darkness.
Malleus, as powerful as he is, only found excitement and pleasure in the pains of war. He had never bothered with such minuscule and irrelevant aspects, such as affectionâyet here he was, careering his hands against the soft supple flesh of your exposed thighs.
The man positions himself above your slumbering form, a purr reverberating from his chest as he lets out a small smoke of fire right into your face.
He drags a clawed finger from your thigh to your stomach, slow, deliberate.
He stops right at your pelvis, pressing a warm palm against it.
He drags the finger upward, stopping at the base of your neck. The man shivers, an act that surprises even himself.
Malleus leans his head down, pressing a soft yet deep kiss at the center.
And as quickly as his affection came, he immediately wrapped his hand across your neck, a deep flush covering the entirety of his pale face.
"I despise you." The fae whispers, yet his lidded and lovestruck eyes say the opposite.
"You make me act like a damned dog." The man huffs, ignoring the twitch in his pants at the sight of you losing breath at his clawed hand gripping your neck.
"You haunt my mind," Malleus uses his free hand to remove the pillow from your grasp.
"My soul," He positions your body straight, making sure it faces his muscular build.
Malleus knew himself as a beacon of self-controlâa figure of power and wealth.
Yet here he was, begging, even without an audience, pleading for the slightest bit of your affection.
"And my dear Saintess," The man smiles, devilish.
He leans down and kisses your forehead.
"To conquer a fae's heart," He tightens his grip.
"Means to conquer their entire being." Malleus chuckles, letting his draconic features show.
"And to conquer their entire being," He lowers his free hand to the intricate lace decorating the top of your nightgown.
"Means to receive their entirety."
Malleus' fingers tangle in the remnants of your ripped nightgown, immediately discarding it without a care for the world.
Malleus' tongue flicks and curls, his body shuddering at the sight of your naked body. A groan escapes his mouth, and he throws his head back, eyes turning hazy.
"Ah." Humming, the fae glances down, his ears twitching at the bulge protruding from his tight pants.
Malleus' eyes glimmer with wickedness, a sinful smirk forming at his lips.
He presses a cold hand on your stomach, and with a tilt of his head, he chuckles.
"You'll satiate me, won't you?"
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Malleus knew himself as a beacon of self-controlâa figure of power and wealth.
Malleus considers himself a beacon of self-control after letting out a rather embarrassing lustful groan with his sharp fingers digging into the marked-up inner parts of your thighs.
He ignores the harsh shaking of your legs and continues pressing his reptilian tongue deeper into the depths of your warm pussy.
His eyes flutter at the impossibly luscious, serene taste of your cum, curling and hitting his sinfully long tongue at those spots that make your unconscious form drown in pleasure.
Correction, previously unconscious form.
A moan escapes your mouth, soft, small, and confused.
Your eyes blink wearily, your head fogged with questionable sensations.
You moved your leg, hopping to kick off whatever was invading your body.
Instead, you got pulled downâthe action making you yelp awake as a high-pitched, broken moan rips from your throat as multiple rounds of pleasure jolts up your body, your thighs instinctively snapping shut at the head buried beneath you.
Your fingers clutch the bed's cushion harshly, your back arching at the pressure pressing against your already sensitive clit.
Your eyes try to glance down, trying to steal a glance at least at who was reconstructing your entire body and soul.
But what happens instead is the sloppiest squelch you've ever heard in your entire life; not even slimes make that noise, echoes inside your tent with the loudest whine you've ever heard, challenging it.
And before your mind could recover, a deep gasp rumbles from below, and another moan escapes you at the tongue pulling out from your pussy.
"Delectable." Your throat tightens at the voice, your mind frantically trying to figure out the perpetrator.
...my dear...Saintess...?
Your mind fumbles, the pieces of the puzzle forming.
"Had I known that such delicious taste was awaiting me inside that fiery personality of yours," A horned figure appears in your line of vision, and your body stills at the glowing green eyes peering from above.
"I would've indulged in you long ago."
The fae presses a kiss to your hair and then to your cheek.
You screech, a sudden wave of clarity filling your body as you pull yourself away.
The fae tilts his head, a pout on his lips.
"My, my," He sighs. "I expected you'd be more grateful after all the pleasure I've given you."
"Grateful?!" You grip the blanket and quickly cover your body, ignoring the tremble of your thighs and the heightening heat from your inner,
"Assaulted? My dear, you hurt me with your unkind words." The fae huffs, sitting upright and cautiously approaching you.
Your breath hitches at the man approaching you, and you push yourself backâyou can't.
Before you could even let out the most outrageous insults and swear words known to man, you lock eyes with alluring green orbs, and suddenly, as if a burst of carnal lust shocks your entire bodyâyou moan.
A loud, scandalous, and genuine moan.
Your throat tightens, your back arches, your hands grip the sheets tighter, and your entire body loses itself.
And as if Malleus knew what was about to happen, he placed his hand behind you, eyes gleaming with immense lust as he watched your body twitch and succumb to undeniable pleasure.
With a scratchy exhale, your arms collapse after a harsh jostle hits your body. The warm expanse of your back lands softly against the cold palm of Malleus Draconia.
"Whâwhat did y-you do to m-me?" You breathe, your hand gripping the fae's arm.
Malleus tilts his head innocently, his eyes glittering.
"I didn't do anything, my dear."
"B-bulls-shit." You grumble, digging your nails into his exposed skin.
"T-then, why a-am I like thâis?" Malleus presses his lips upon your hair, his finger twirling a strand.
"Because..." Malleus turns his head and kisses your nape with such gentleness you'd forget what was happening right now.
"As lovers, it is only right that we consummate during the moonlight's eve."
Because...you're in love with...
You are in love with General Malleus Draconia.
And only Malleus Draconia.
"AâAh, yeaâh." You drunkenly giggle, playfully cupping the fae's face with both of your hands.
"You're my babyyyyy." You kiss the tip of his nose.
"My darling, cutieeee, babyyyyy." Malleus chuckles along with your gleeful laughter, leaning close to your peppering kisses.
"Mhm. That is indeed correct, my dear." He ruffles his hair against yours.
"I'm your baby." You wrap your arms around the man's neck with a giggle, nodding along with his words.
"And as your beloved baby," Malles brings his hand to yours, removing one from the back of his neck to place his lips upon your delicate wrist.
He leans in close, eyes sparkling when you tilt your head at his words.
"You'll indulge in this poor, needy baby of yours desires, won't you?"
A bright smile fills your face as your body shakes along with your gleeful giggles.
"Ofâcourse!" You press a deeeeppppp kiss to Malleus' cheek.
"Why wouldn't I help my cutie baby?"
The Holy Saintess of the Temple of Dire is a figure of divine purity.
Her body is regarded as a holy artifact, one that can never be tainted.
Many praise her for her chastity.
"Oh dear DireâFU-ucckk!"
Yet, the Saintess held a secret only known to her and the High Priest of the Temple of Dire.
The Saintess has never taken the vows of chastity and abstinence.
"Are you certain that this is your first time, my dear?" Malleus adjusts the pillow nestled beneath your pelvis, a small whistle escaping his lips at the wetness.
And she has no plans to ever commit to a life of celibacy.
"You clench on me like a damned whore from the red light district."
"Well?" Mallues tilts his head, bucking his hips deeper.
Your back arches as you choke on a wail, tears dripping from your eyes, and toes curling in the air.
"Sâsoâo deep!" You cry with your head thrown back, twisting your body.
Your eyes fall shut, your cunt throbbing and squeezing against the thickened tip, grinding against every sensitive spot hidden inside you.
Everything is just dizzy.
Every ounce of your body squished against the soft, wet mattress. You squirm, you whimper, you sob, your mind falls into a state so delirious you can't even breathe properly.
You don't know if the man thrusting so hard in you is just experienced or has a dick so damn big that it makes your whole body shudder in tremendous pleasure.
Malleus has you in a simple classic missionary position, but fuck, from the way he's gliding and slapping his toned hips against the reddened fat of your thighs and ass, you might as well consider it a mating press.
Your voice chokes on a wail, and your stomach tightens.
"Too-b-ig." Malleus' pace is already brutalâevery hungry and desperate snap of his hips sharp and precise.
"Shhh," Malleus chuckles, pressing a finger harshly on your clit. "That's just one, my love. The other is much, much bigger."
Malleus' voice is calm, collected, like he isn't cervix deep inside you, rearranging your organs with every disgusting hot squelch pull on his glistening dick from how many times he's made you cum.
Your breath stutters, mind too far in pleasure and fog to register the words your lover was saying.
But then, your brow furrows. The words of your lover echoing in your mind.
And before you could think any further, your body stills as a primal shudder rips right through you when you feel something sliding against your puffy clit.
The tip of Malleus' tail plays with your chin, tapping it lightly before gripping it hard and forcing your head to look down.
Down to the absolute monstrosity inside and outside your overstimulated cunt.
Oh dear Dire, his second dick is ribbed.
You knew that this game was already pushing the boundaries with its R18 rating, but seriously?
Two dicks? Fine, more so walking on thin ice, but still fine.
But a bigass ribbed dick?
Now that's when you're starting to regret agreeing to the whims of your dear lover.
"Mâma-al, babyyy," You whimper, your smile a nervous stutter.
"Yes, my dear?" The man above you smiles, shoveling his slender hips in with precise thrusts that kiss the opening of your womb.
"You're notânot gonna p-put bo-th in, right?" You giggle halfheartedly, genuinely concerned for your mental and physical state.
For the first time in his life, Malleus is stunned.
Awestruck, to be precise.
Now, as lustfully carnal Malleus is, he is still a gentleman at heart. Even with his creamy cum spilling out in surges with every harsh thrust with his wet, swollen dick, the fae still had the rationality to know when to stop and give you a break.
And yet, with those few simple words you uttered with a clearly frenzied and pleasure-lost mindâfor the first time in his life again, Malleus is nervous.
Nervous not for himself, but for you.
Because, as powerful and composed as the man is, it does not mean he doesn't fall to his instincts.
Instincts that are currently screaming at him to break both your soul and body, to claim you as his, to ensure that no one else will ever touch you as he does.
To breed you till morning.
To fill you full with his seed.
And Malleus almost agrees.
"Rest assured, my love," He hums, kissing away your tear-stricken eyes.
"It is still too early for you to receive both." Unfortunately, Malleus thinks to himself.
Your lashes flutter open at the way Malleus easily commands and positions your body to relax underneath his soft words and gentle affections, too absorbed in the fae's caress to notice how his second, ribbed cock twitches and glows a light green hue.
"So, my dearest," He sucks your nape, "loosen yourself." His chest rumbles happily at the sight of your hickey-filled body.
Malleus licks his lips, his eyes betraying his tender movements.
"For I will give you all the pleasure you need."
Scratch thatâyou're hysterical.
Your throat is raw, and every word, every whimper, every moan that tries to escape you hurts.
Your body is numb. You can't feel or hear anything other than the sound of Malleu's ravenous hunger.
A puff of smoke exhales from Malleu's nose, the warm sensation sending shivers down your shoulders.
He ignores your desperate pleas and squeals for a break, his earlier control already fading into dust.
"You will bear our children," He huffs, eyes hazy. "Mhm, you will bear a bountiful clutch."
He grips your body, pulling back to a knotted ribbed dick with a load groan.
"hAH!" Raspy wanton cries echoed, drool seeping from your mouth.
"WeâNgh, will repopulate the Draconia lineage." Malleus' sparky tail rubs against your puffy clit, a sultry chuckle vibrating from the fae's heated and scaled chest.
"Please-" You sob out. "I'm gonna-gonnaa-!!!"
"Breathe, my love." Malleus thrusts along with your orgasm, the multitudes of his cum splashed inside you, spilling out from the fae's continuous slamming dick.
Your chest heaves, up and down, at the splitting sensation inside your cunt.
You're gurgling and mumbling incoherent words, the only thing making sense is the insatiable clench of your pussy and the fact that the fae above you still isn't stopping.
Still, even in your pleasure-induced state, your eyes can't help but catch the tiny sparkle glittering from Malleus' discarded vest on the ground.
And even with the fae's plummeting and mind-breaking thrusts, the tiniest bit of rationality remaining in your mind manages to recognize the emblem somewhat.
You don't know if you're just too deep in lust and pleasureâ
However, the emblem bears too much resemblance to the underground dealer from whom you purchased your "lost" potions.
You blink, your mind starting to clearâ
"Having wandering thoughts, my dear?" Malleus tsks, his clawed hands tangled in your sweaty and messy hair.
Your eyes roll back, and your mind fogs up once again.
"Stay still, my dearest." He presses a cold hand to your stomach, letting your back arch against the bed at the tight pressure of your cervix and his bulging dick.
Fuck. You think, flinching at the cold grinds of Malleus' tail against your clit and pussy.
"One more," He hums. "And I will let you rest." He nuzzles close to your ear.
"You'll agree," Your hazy eyes meet his glimmering, cat-like pupils.
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