Yunjie's spicy corner

24 yo 🐍 | Artist & cozy VTuber | PFP : MoxxxieChu on Twt | Banner : me Tags for fanart ART : #jiartelier NSFW : #Yunude

[yunnude]

Yo! My name is Yunjie, but I go by many nicknames. Though, I don't have as many nicknames as I have hobbies… I'm an artist, a very amateur home cook, a vtuber and many other things.

Please don't mind me. I'm enjoying some spice here… so this space is 18+

🔞 Mdni

🎨 Art by MoxxxieChu on Twitter

[medicli]

ZAYNE is overworked and underfucked — mdni

cw. #dryhumping

zayne had a rough day at work—so many patients, too much paperwork, an excruciating surgery in between—he was absolutely beat. so when he trudges through the door with his tie loosened and very prominent bags under his eyes on his otherwise perfect skin, you tell him to go sit on the couch and relax while you finish whipping up dinner. 

he wants nothing more than to shower the day off of him and crawl into bed with his wife, but you insist he needs to eat—the same way he would if it were you in his shoes. and because he can’t resist you—especially when you’re wearing a cute little apron—he begrudgingly obliges, letting his bag hit the ground and slumping on the couch, a single button on his crisp shirt unbuttoned showing off a beautiful sliver of skin. 

he throws his head back and pinches the bridge of his nose, thinking of anything to take his mind off his grueling work, and he’s successful when his mind finally lands back on you. his sweet, sweet wife. 

he tries to keep his thoughts innocent… tries not to think about you in your little apron looking like you came straight out of a male fantasy. tries not to think about all the things he could do to you. tries so hard not to think about how you could take care of his cock—the very same that’s growing harder and harder in his confined slacks. 

he’s tired—can barely move, and yet, he still calls you to him.

“sweetheart,” his voice gruff, carrying a slight rasp as he beckons you. “c’mere please.”

a frown etches itself on your face, walking your way to him from the kitchen. “baby, ‘m almost done with din–”

you don’t get the chance to finish your complaint when he’s pulling you by the arm into his lap. a soft gasp leaves your lips at the sudden movement. then you’re settled, straddling the large expanse of his lap and you feel it. 

he wraps his arms around your body, flushing you against his chest. his lips press against the shell of your ear and he whispers, “don’t care about dinner, just let me hold my wife, yeah?”

he swears it’s all he needs—to hold you close and inhale your scent—but his pulse is racing and blood roars in his ears all due to sheer desire and he can’t stop himself from shifting his hips the slightest bit. 

you feel that, too. it elicits a sharp gasp. 

you can almost hear the small smirk forming on his lips, “how was your day, beautiful?” he murmurs, hands moving to your hips. 

and his movements are so calculated. from the way he ever so gently grounds you into him to the way his breath fans against your ear sending shivers down your spine. 

“was fine…” you mumble, unable to stop the way you shift in his lap, body begging for more attention. “missed you.”

“yeah?” he asks, his voice is low and nearly unrecognizable. “missed you s’much more, my love. been waiting for this moment all day.” 

you pull back slightly to look into his eyes. they’re tired. exhausted even, but they still hold that fire. that pure, burning desire. they’re his fuck me eyes. and, god, do you love them.

“zaynie,” you whisper, unable to trust your shaky voice. 

he hums, and the soft, pitched noise has you leaking through your bottom, probably leaving a wet patch right on his pants. “tell me, sweetheart.” his hands squeeze at your sides and his hips slowly, but surely, roll into you. "what did you do today?"

you whimper, pussy clenching around nothing. "mmph, not much…" another roll, evoking another wet gasp. "fuck, just… cleaned, w-went on a walk—" he's pushing against you deeper now. you feel the outline of his cock push into you with every not-so-little thrust. "s-saw, saw that stray kitty in the park again."

"mmm, we should really take her in, shouldn't we?" he breathes, cock twitching at the sound of your voice breaking with every grind.

"zaynie," your hands grip his shoulders, pulling him back so you can look at him. his face is flushed, pink blooming over his cheeks and spreading to the tips of his ears. you gyrate against him, pulling a breathy moan from your husbands hung open mouth. "dinner's gonna burn."

"let it burn then." he says, the words coming out in a hiss. "need my wife—we can order takeout later, i'll even cook, don't care. let me just have you like this first." 

a beg. to the untrained ear, you can't hear it, but you know zayne like the back of your hand. you know that heat curls in his stomach, that tension lies in every bone in his body, that pure desire is the only thing he feels right now. the need to be close to you is strong, but the need to be fully sheathed inside you, fucking you till he's completely stress free and you're completely full of his cum is much, much stronger. 

it's why all the fatigue evaporates and he can't stop himself from flipping you onto the plush couch— rubbing into you you like he might die without feeling the outline of your pussy through your soddened panties and leggings . he can't even be bothered to rid you of your clothes… he craves the release. he needs it more than anything. needs you more than anything.

you let out a pathetic needy sob, overly worked up by him fucking you through your clothes. "z-zayne, more—ugh, need more. t-take it off, please." 

his cock twitches helplessly at the sound. it's what he's been missing while drowning in work for hours on end. 

"sweetheart," he moans brokenly. "promise i'll fuck you just the way you like—just need you to take this first. you can do that for me, can't you?" he whispers and the word shoot an immense amount of heat straight to your core. "you can be a good little wife, right, darling?"

you can never say no to him, especially when he talks to you like that. you respond wordlessly, giving your husband what he wants—no, what he needs—and wrap your legs securely around his slim waist. 

"that's it, good girl." and the way zayne sounds is the polar opposite of the weight of his words. his voice is frayed, desperate. "f-feels, ha, feels so good like this, yeah?" 

his hips move faster, imitating the way they would if he were actually inside of you fucking you with full force. your body rocks with every thrust, every grind, your tits bounce underneath your apron, the couch—even as firm as it sits—sways with you in tandem.

it goes on and on. endless, whiny praises from him, sobbing pleas from you, your bodies rubbing against one another effectively ruining his dry-clean-only slacks till you finally feel that tight knot form in your lower belly. 

and he's close, too, but zayne's been close to coming undone—he just didn't want to let go without you. 

it happens so quickly that you barely have the time to process it. "baby, baby," you gasp, nerve-endings coming alive while your heart pounds at the speed of light. "'m—oh, fuck, baby. 'm cumming, cumming, cumming."

"cum with me, sweet girl." he wheedles, never losing his momentum for a second. he grinds you both through it till he feels your body pull taut underneath him. till you're shaking and sobbing and clinging onto him for dear life. 

then he stills and his orgasm is explosive. he's vocal, moaning out your name mixed with all the sweet pet names he's given you. his cum leaks through his boxers and said dry-clean-only slacks, beading out of the fabric in a taboo, yet very erotic way. 

it takes you both minutes to come down till the smell of burning food fills your nostrils.

then you hear the unmistakable beeping of the fire alarm.

"oh, shit."

KIT SAYS... they took my yaoi/bl app away from me. if you guys know where i can read my yaoi ad free, email me. (dm me or send me an ask, I'm begging i need to fujo out over hot men that kiss) oh and this isn't proofread lol

© all works belong to MEDICLI 2026. do not copy or repost.

[zaynezone]

i just busted all over the screen holy shit

[mwphisto]

Imagine Sylus being so pussy drunk that he doesn't even process that he's overstimulating the life out of you?

You've already snapped your thighs shut around his head, one hand pushing desperately against his hair as if it will somehow detach him from your poor, throbbing clit.

Your entire body is writhing to get away from him.

But his hands are iron-clad in their grip on your skin. You're not going anywhere, even as you manage to fight through the overwhelming pleasure and twist your upper half. Grabbing at the pillows, the sheets, anything for leverage to pull yourself up the bed.

But, Sylus holds firm, mouth latched on to your slippery cunt. You're nearly begging, trying anything to somehow dislodge your beast of a lover from your cunt.

Imagine somehow being able to get yourself from your back to your hands and knees.

Trying so hard to crawl away on trembling legs but you just can't seem to make them move fast enough.

Not that Sylus is letting you get very far. Large arms encompass your lower half in a bear hug, and his face is smushing itself embarrassingly deep into your sloppy sex.

Succumbing to the fact that you're not escaping him, nor are you escaping his eager mouth. Melting into the pillows, slack jawed and watery eyed as you fully give in to the pleasure he's giving you.

Sylus isn't quite about it either, no, he's a loud eater.

He's moaning and groaning into your cunt, slobbering down your thighs, nuzzling his entire head into the warmth between them.

What a fucking mess...

[mwphisto]

Why Zayne would be the most likely to get you pregnant by accident: A thesis by Soul

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆Yes I’m taking this dead serious and you should too… I’m kidding I just think this is funny I wasn’t expecting this much of a reaction to the initial post so now here we are… enjoy my thoughts :)

He's very in tune with your body, including your cycle.

Maybe too in tune with it. He knows your cycle like the back of his hand, knows it like all the cardiology textbooks he memorized in grad school. Hell, he can tell where you are in your cycle simply by the way you smell, by the way you taste... you get my point.

Zayne knowing you this well is touching, honestly. But it's also his biggest kryptonite because god dammit he just can't resist you. Especially when he knows you're ovulating.

2. He prefers taking preventative measures rather than you taking preventative measures.

Zayne knows how harmful birth control can be to your body. The pill has a side effect pamphlet that could double as a queen size blanket. An IUD is a painful insertion process even if you get pain meds. They mess with your hormones, with your cycle, can cause more issues than benefits in his opinion. It's just not worth it.

While he is more than willing to get a vasectomy for you - something that is reversible for when the time comes that you do actually plan to try for children - you keep telling him that condoms are more than effective and it's not worth the recovery process at this point... ;)

3. Zayne is very easily persuaded by you in the heat of the moment.

If you didn't catch my drift from above... you are very convincing when asking Zayne to take the condom off and fuck you raw.

He won't do it before sex, no he won't do it before or during foreplay either. But let him slip inside, let him feel how soft and warm you are... or at least let him try because that oh-so-thin layer of latex his holding him back from so much... and then try asking... he'll slip it off in a heartbeat. Consequences be damned... he'll pull out... or at least try.

4. Zayne's diet and life style provide him with pretty healthy swimmers... even with his sweets intake.

Zayne eats good, works out, tries his hardest to get enough sleep. All because of you, all for you. He now treats his body with care, even though he can't resist those damn macaroons, his healthy habits tend to balance out his unstoppable sweet tooth. Making the overall quality of his sperm good, strong, and... well... eager.

5. Zayne has an incredibly high sex drive.

Listen... he's pretty insatiable. The more frequently you do it... the higher the risk... and I mean the second you convince him to take the condom off he is not slipping a new one on for the next round... rounds.

In conclusion, Zayne is the most careful among all the love interests. He is so precise with everything he does that it’s almost… bound to happen? Listen, fate has never been outwardly kind to this man so the irony would just be comical at this point. Not that he’d be upset!

Zayne would love to be a dad, so if it happened a little ahead of schedule? He’d welcome them with open arms.

[sayuni1234]

Zayne: Knead Therapy 🫱🫲

[naomiarai]

a lil drabble based on this!

zayne believes in consequences. so, when you decide not to behave tonight, he simply delivers your punishment.

right now, you’re hovering over his lap, your thighs shaking so hard you can barely keep your balance. he’s already used his stupidly long fingers to make you cum three times, leaving your cunt feeling raw, dripping wet and so sensitive that the friction of your own movement feels like a shock.

and now your punishment, it seems, is to ride his cock until you fucking can’t.

“z-zayne...i don’t...i can’t,” you whimper, tears stinging your eyes. you try to lower yourself but the head of his cock stretches your aching walls so intensely that you immediately freeze, crying out from the sheer fullness of him.

zayne lies perfectly still beneath you. he looks up at your flushed face, his expression entirely calm with a slight upturn of his lips, even though his own cock is twitching inside you, tip leaking with pre cum.

without a word, he reaches over to the nightstand. the familiar clink of his stethoscope makes your heart race.

“sit still,” zayne says, voice low and steady.

he puts the earpieces in and then the freezing steel of the stethoscope presses right against your bare chest.

the icy metal against your flushed hot skin makes you gasp. your cunt instantly clamps down, squeezing his cock like a vice. a heavy groan escapes zayne as you tighten around him.

“your pulse is too fast,” zayne murmurs, his eyes locked onto your face, reading every flicker of your expression. “your heart is pounding. it’s all for me, yes?”

the audacity to even ask, you think.

“because of you,” you sob, trying to lift your lips to escape this agonizing pleasure. “p-please... zayne, let me stop..”

“no,” zayne replies softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. oh fuck you. you want to say it out so badly, but you precisely know what position that’d leave you in, so you don’t.

​his thick cock buries itself completely inside your soaking wet cunt, bottoming out inside you. a broken, breathless wail escapes your lips as you slump against his chestt, completely ruined by the friction.

​zayne keeps the stethoscope pressed firmly over your racing heart listening to the chaotic, rapid thumping spike to a dangerous peak as he fills you to the brim.

​“you brought this on yourself,” zayne whispers against your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. “now, stay right there. let me listen to your heart race for me.”

[spacekittiesmeow]

YOUR HUSBAND IS C☆MING .ᐟ

SYNOPSIS :☆: it's your wedding day!

zayne ⋮ he's too overwhelmed seeing you in white .ᐟ caleb ⋮ you just cannot get your hair right .ᐟ xavier ⋮ your wedding is in 5 hours and you haven't slept a wink .ᐟ rafayel ⋮ he finally gets to fuck his bride .ᐟ sylus ⋮ he's not allowed to see you .ᐟ

CW :☆: MDNI! unprotected sex (p in v), semi-public sex, blindfolding, spit play, overstimulation, edging, dirty talk, thigh-fucking, creampie, rafayel nearly ebbing, LIs being mushy

ZAYNE LI ☆

It’s a modest wedding—just close friends and family gathered to bless the two of you. Still, you’re getting married. So here you are, dressing together, and Zayne—god, zayne, is overwhelmed at the sight of you in white. Ready to marry him.

And he doesn’t know what to do with it than to—

“y-yes, use me.” His hand comes up to your chin, grip trembling as he pulls you into a messy, desperate kiss, your lipstick smearing across his mouth. Your wedding dress is bunched at your waist, layers swallowing your husband-to-be as he pistons his hefty dick into you from below. You grind down into him, fingers tangled in his slicked-back hair, holding him there.

“hah—! how are you deeper than before?” you mewl, face in his neck, sucking marks into his heated skin. “can feel you s’deep…”

“you can, can’t you?” he bites back a sound only for it to rip through as a whimper. Your hot, gummy walls spasm around the whole of his length and his hand spreads across your back, holding you flush to him as his hips falter.

His cock twitches inside you before stilling. “on second thought, stay still.” he pulls away. “Let me move. We can’t have you getting too hot.”

He’s moving before you can nod. And all you can do is clutch him tight while his cock grinds into your cervix at each long stroke of his. Your knees dig into the strong muscles of his thighs.

“mmfuuck—!” you cry, eyes squeezing shut.

“spread your legs. We’ll ruin your dress.” His legs part, guiding you wider for him. and somehow, it gives him enough leverage to pull out of you alllll the way out and then bury himself to the hilt, dragging his thick cock over every sensitive inch of your walls in lewd schlick schlick schlicks despite the layers.

His hand disappears in your dress, fingers brushing over the lace garter around your thigh and then higher to part your soaked folds.

“w-wait I’m gonna cum.” You tell him. his pace grows desperate.

“mngh… don’t worry,” he pants, losing whatever composure he had left. “I am too.”

His thumb finds your clit, moving through your slick—down to your hole—where your puffy pussy lips are stretched around him to the limit—and back up to the throbbing bud.

waves of heat roll over your body as you cum with a silent cry. You feel him jump in you, balls tightening against your ass. “finish in me,” you tell him.

He lets out a strangled moan—unable to muster up the composure to protest—spurting jets of warmth in you, pumping you full of his load. Your spasming cunt wriiings out every last drop of release.

He pulls your face close to his, nose bumping with yours as you come down together. He places a small, shy kiss on the bridge of your nose.

“shall we go get married now?”

CALEB XIA ☆

It was supposed to be right. And it was—on paper. It was a wedding ripped right out of the cheesy dramas you binge. except. Your hair didn’t get the memo. Your bridesmaids sat helpless while you handled it in tears—only to toss the curling wand away.

“heyy, what’s wrong?” caleb invites himself in the room. The women step out immediately.  Screw the not-seeing-the-bride-before-the-wedding bad luck. This was bad enough.

You sniffle, pressing your face into his chest. “caleb it’s all falling apart…” you look up at him with teary eyes and before you can even stop yourself, your lips crash against his.

“fuck baby—you’re extra soft today, mm?” his long cock pummels into you. his hand reaches down, peeling away a layer of your dress. “hold it up f’me, pips.”

You’ve clutching the thick layers against your chest like your life depends on it while your fiancé absolutely obliterates your leaky cunt one thrust at a time. “s-slow down ‘leb…” you whimper, back arched like a bow for him.

“slow down? how do you plan on making it on time to our wedding?” he chuckles, leaning down to spread your swollen, slick coated pussy lips to reveal your pulsing little bud for him. he drools at the sight. And doesn’t let it go to waste. His warm spit lands on your aching bud, trickling down to mix with the juices you ooze out.

He watches the way your poor, overstretched cunny still manages to swallow him—and god he knows he’s too big for you but look at you. tears prickling at your eyes, whimpering under him dressed in white to be married to him. how on earth did he get so lucky?

“m’so clooose—!” you whine, thighs attempting to press together.

“good god, pips. Y’look so pretty round my cock…” he groans. His hand curls around your thighs hiking it up, letting his fat cockhead drill its way into your sinfully soft channel. His thumb brushes against your clit, rubbing it in tight circles, making you yelp beneath him.

it doesn’t take long for you to finish, clamping around him in wet pulses that his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. Still, he keeps moving. He keeps pounding you through that vision blanking orgasm, until you’re practically sobbing under him.

“mmf—please… s’too much—hic!” and still, you make no attempt to escape. You’re exactly where you want to be—your overstimmed pussy being bullied into another orgasm.

“jus’ like that, keep clamping baby. I’m right there…” he pants, leaning down to kiss a tear away. “you’ll let me cum in you, right? Let caleb stuff you full?”

“y-yes! yes please—oh?!” His dirty talk alone tips you over the edge again, milking him for his release. And he does. Ropes after ropes after ropes of hot, creamy cum pumping into your pussy.

And when you finally calm, he gathers your hair, fixing it into an elegant low bun—murmuring quiet “thank you”s through sniffles for marrying him.

XAVIER SHEN ☆

“I couldn’t sleep either.” You jolt at your fiancé’s voice behind you. You’re ecstatic. And in that excitement, you were dressed and ready before time. In 5 hours, the wedding you dreamed of begins. an early morning ceremony, walking the aisle under stars, sealing it with a kiss as sunlight finally breaks.

The venue lies hushed as you stand together on the balcony, gazing down at the flowered arch where you’ll soon be married.

“xav—ngh!” you grip the railing harder. Your pussy moulds so perfectly around your fiance’s cock, stretched obscenely wide.

His hand reaches around your throat to tip your chin up to have you watch the place you’d soon say vows at. “a-are you sure this will help you sleep?” his voice sounds too normal for his actions.

He’s nearly jackhammering into your velvety hole, causing it to squelch and ooze more of your love juices down your thighs. His foot nudges your legs farther apart, the need to drill deeper into you consuming him enough to bury his face in your hair and groan low.

“mmhm, mhm ye—ah!” you nod, hips pushing back to meet his deep pounding. “don’t want eye bags.”

By the pace at which he’s ramming into your pussy heat, you can already imagine it—imagine yourself walking toward him with shaky legs, his cum still leaking down your thighs. Fuck. There’s no way you were going to clean up after your session. Your legs are quivering at this point, held apart only by his knee.

“alright,” he murmurs, halting entirely. You bite back a whine. “keep them pressed if you want it that way.” He pulls out. His fingers find your gaping hole, two plunging in to coax out translucent strings of your arousal and his pre cum, smearing it between your thighs. And that’s when you feel the fat head of his cock again—pushing its way where your plush thighs press the tightest, and yet, making sure that your swollen clit isn’t left out.

“you keep looking at the arch,” he leans in, one of his hands guiding his cock between your syrupy slit. Your thighs press harder. You’re so close but there’s no way you’re cumming empty like this. He lets out a chuckle, soft enough to be mistaken as innocent. “are you going to cum to the thought of our wedding?”

He breaches your puffy lips again, sliding in with ease with the lewd amount of slick gathered there. “filthy girl… I’m right.” His hand presses down on your lower back, arching you for him as he buries himself balls-deep.

“oh! Hic—just… just let me cum, already!” you clamp around him, all the obscene ideas making your pussy walls stir.

Xavier’s fingers spread your ass cheeks for him and he sinks deeper than ever. You let out a choked sob—very close to rutting your needy clit against the glass if he keeps you on edge any longer. “it’s okay. I’m thinking of that too,”

He pinches your clit once and that has you creaming around his pulsing length. Your pussy clamping around him like heartbeat has him finishing too, keeping you plugged like that for a moment until you come down from the high.

“there’s no way I can sleep after this,” you pout. Xavior huffs out a fond laugh behind you.

“pfft okay, we’ll take a long nap together after the wedding,”

RAFAYEL QI ☆

You wanted to give him something unforgettable for your wedding—something truly special, because he’s been certain about marrying you for as long as you can remember. No exaggeration. And you knew simple nudes wouldn’t cut it.

Until an evil idea pops in your mind. You were no stranger to his “bride kink”. So why don’t you just play with that?

“fuckfuckfuck cutiieee,” he whines pathetically.

his eyes are snapped shut. All he can do is push his stuttering hips flush against yours, feeding your leaking cunt more of his stout inches—all while holding your dress as far away as he can from the mess. Your hole pulses, dribbling out a mixture of your cream and his pre cum that his angry red head can’t stop spilling.

“mngh you’re suuuch an angel—hah!” he grips your thighs, holding them apart as he destroys your overstimulated cunt. “such an angel for letting me fuck this pretty pussy in your wedding dress babymmff—”

He’s made you cum several times—on the pink muscle in his filthy mouth, his slender fingers and even on his pretty cock. And yet, he hasn’t finished once—holding back for lord knows what.

“ra-raf s’enough already!” you whine. It only spurs him more—he buries himself to the hilt, nudging your spongy spot, now swollen from his cruel overstimulation. “we’re gonna be late. Just cum!” your hips chase his as he pulls back and then with a lewd schliiick, slides back home.

“I know I know,” he rasps out too quickly. He’s flushed, dazed. Delirious. And god help you, it’s pushing you closer to that delicious edge. “wanna hold it out. Wanna tattoo the patterns of your pussy walls onto my dick,”

You let out a groan at that, walls fluttering around him in response. He starts moving once again. long brutal strokes, massaging you perfectly, warming you for yet another orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum…” you tell him, your hand coming down to rub your clit. He frowns before swatting your hand away with a pout, replacing it with his.

“me too,” he says fucking finally. “m’gonna fill my pretty little bride up.” he angles his cock to your sweet spot, making you cum so hard that you see stars.

“ohhh baby fuck—!” he groans deep, hips faltering as he spills into you. “take my cum, my pretty bride. Love feeding your womb…” he pumps his load into you, as deep as your body can take it. Until he begins to melt—

you nearly kick him away before he can start again.

“ow! What was that for?” he looks down, momentarily admiring the trail of white dribbling from your hole before he jumps to his feet.

“uh-oh uh-oh!” he grabs a rag and cleans you up in time.

And later, as you walk down the aisle toward him, you both can’t stop breaking into ugly, snotty laughter at the memory.

SYLUS QIN ☆

“boss lady!”

“boss-man’s back!”

The only downside to marrying the leader of Onychinus was the interruptions—even on your wedding day. You believed Sylus when he said you wouldn’t have to dirty your dress over “pests,” that he’d handle it himself. Still, that didn’t stop you from pacing, restless as you waited for him to return.

“how scandalous,” he lets out a rumble of laugh as you fuck yourself on his impossibly fat dick. “my fiancé ravaging her husband-to-be while our guests outside wait for us to be wed,”

“consummating our marriage before we’re even ma—"

“mmffuck! B-be quiet, sylus.” His cockhead brushes against your sweet spot and you keep him there, grinding.

His fingers hook under the blindfold to see that fucked out expression on your face that only his dick manages to poke out of you. “do-don’t! keep it on.” You swat his hand away. He chuckles, holding his hands up in surrender.

“I can’t see you before the ceremony but you can fuck me? you’re only following rules that are conveni—” you silence him with a kiss, teeth sinking into his plump lower lip. He hisses, before kissing you fervently, holding you still as he pistons his cock into you, just where you want it. You sob into his mouth—all which he happily swallows.

He flips the two of you. “sylus don’t take it—”

“mm im hurt, kitten. do you truly think i need to see you to fuck you proper?” with that, he’s dragging you to his hips, sheathing himself back into you.

“sy o-oh!” your voice cracks as you let out a scream—too far gone to care about the people murmuring outside. “m’gonna cum,”

Sylus leans down, his hot breath fanning over your temple. “I know you were worried. But we are getting married.” He promises, his pace slowing to deep, long thrusts—still managing to knock the air out of your lungs. You sob out, nodding in agreement. “right after I make you cream,”

His hips slam into yours, each thrust punching out choked sounds out of you. his fingers find your clit, gathering all that syrup you’ve dribbled for him. and ohhh the way he touches you down there is nothing short of obscene. A stark contrast to your perfect, innocent white wedding dress you’re getting fucked in.

He massages your pussy lips, fingers moving from your wide-stretched hole, to your clit and back down. he parts your slit only to close your puffy pink lips back around his length as he spears into you with reckless abandon.

Your back feels like it snapped in two as you finish, chanting his name. one more thrust into your juicy, quivering hole has him pumping his thick load into you.

“am I to marry you in this?” he plays with the edge of the cloth over his eyes, still huffing.  

“touch it again and you will,”

[fxiryzxne]

Soul left my body each fackin time too I love this

[zaynezone]

Since priest!zayne has been such a hot topic lately i’d like to drop this here.

credit to @eliasgeit on twitter

wow....oh wow....

[alyakhq]

OMFG i’ve been waiting to request this and i got the courage today 🥰🥰🥰 teasing xavier with lingerie 😛😛😛😛 (i need that dih)

★ SIN WRAPPED IN SILK !

synopsis: teasing xavier with your new lingerie that you knowwww he’s been waiting to see.

★ tags: oral (m receiving), a little of humping, body worship(?), teasing, tit-fucking, ‘master’ kink, hair pulling || 1.0Kwc

“my star, i’m dying out here.” xavier complained, his complaints sounded more like whines and whimpers. his hands digging into the chair he was sat on, the thought of you showing off in front of him was making him hard already.

“patience, xavi.” you called from the bathroom, “i’m literally coming out in a second.

xavier sighed. all he knew was that it was one of his favourite colours and it complimented your skintone. but other than that, you didn’t disclose any more information to him. saying, ‘it’ll ruin the surprise if i tell you!’ in that sweet seeing voice of yours. he was only thinking about worshipping you.

“…mhm.” he moaned.

you laughed, “moaning already?” your voice was suddenly way clearer, and closer—

xavier snapped out of his thoughts to see you standing before him.

“soo, what are we thinking?” you gently turned around in your new lingerie, the soft purple and gold reflecting off your dark skin. the fabric outlined yours curves and showed off your hips, the clear shape of your body visible to xavier’s eyes.

you saw him physically and mentally freeze, his eyes widened as they locked on your legs…then up to your chest. “i…you looked amazing,” he managed to let out, nearly whimpering already at the sight of you.

his eyes watched you carefully, analysing your body and every move. your hands lowered to the strap which surrounded your ass, gently snapping it against your skin. the force shook the flesh lightly, but to xavier? it was all he needed to get even harder than before. he took in a deep breath, “…fuck.”

his hips gently rose, the fabric of his pants feeling tight and rough against his growing erection. xavier’s pale hand made their way to his hair, brushing the soft blonde locks back, looking away with a teasing smirk, “you know what you’re doing.”

“whattt? what am i doing xavie?” your body came closer, gently lowering yourself onto your hands and knees. your ass perched in the air, hips swaying with every crawl towards him. your eyes locked with his the whole time, both of you so far into this roleplay it was hard to even continue.

reaching to his figure, you slithered into the space between his legs, “tell me what you want to do to me,” your hands moved up his thighs, lifting your head up fully with a whisper, “master.”

xavier instantly took in a deep inhale, his cheeks turning red with every passing second, “i-um, fuck..”

your hands nudged against his bulge, his fully hard cock nearly bursting through his pants, “fuck? you want to fuck me?”

“no—i mean yes but—“ xavier whimpered at the feeling of your hands massaging his bulge, your other hand sneakily going to his waistband, “—baby, don’t do that to me, please. i’m so hard already.”

with seconds to waste, you pulled his pants and boxers down with one tug, his heavy cock revealing itself to you. the thick, throbbing tip with a pretty vein coming from the left side to the right, pre/cum dripping out his tip like a treat.

feeing your gaze on his cock only made xavier twitch, his hips jolting upwards, “ngh—don’t ogle.” he gripped the chair tightly, your head lowering down to his cock, “sorry xavie, it’s just so pretty.”

your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, slowly bouncing your head up and down the top half of his dick. xavier moaned out loud, “ahh, mhm. fuck, you’re so goood!” his hand went straight to your hair, keeping your head on his dick. your head instinctively lowered further to the base of his cock, feeling his hips twitch below your chin.

there was no saying in how xavier felt, it was only a few times that you sucked him off — due to xavier alway managing to eat you out first. but whenever you do, it like he’s been rewarded for doing absolutely nothing. nothing but love flowing through his body, his eyebrow furrowed in pleasure.

“fuck—deeper! i know you can take it deeper.” his voice deeper with lust, filthy moans echoed in the room. your eyes rolled back as your mouth was slowly stretched open to fit his thick cock, his thighs nearly crushing you from the intense force of your mouth. your hands went to the base of his cock, gently squeezing and rubbing up and down.

hips swaying, breasts shaking, head bopping up and down — it was all too much for xavier to handle. his release was approaching quicker than he’s ever felt it before, a sense of both pleasure and pain falling over him.

in seconds, you moved your body to come closer to his crotch, moving his cock in between your breasts and rubbing his tip endlessly with no in between, “you like that, do you want more?”

xavier’s mind was blown. not a single thought was being made, not with you teasing him so nicely but so painfully. your fingers only made his tip more sensitive, his hips twitching upwards, “fuck!—i think i’m gonna—mhm, i’m sorry baby,” xavier groaned, his whole face flushed and his baby hair sticking to his forehead. the shirt he was wearing was starting to feel like an oven, “hah—i’m cumming!”

“go on then.” you pressed your mouth over his tip, running your tongue around the rim of his cock. without a doubt, loads of cum shot down your throat and left his tip. xavier moaned loudly, gripping the chair so hard the armrest cracked from the force, “fuck fuck fuck—yes, take it for me baby…thank you thank you,”

you slurped up the cum that was in your mouth, licking at the base of his cock to clean him up. yet with every lick, he whimpered and moved away, “wait—sensitive..”

seeing his embarrassed and submissive face, you giggled, “of course, in the meantime, i’ll…”

you stood up, turning around and slowly removing the lingerie, revealing your body underneath. his cum lingered on your chest, a mark that proved you were his. after stripping in front of him, you sat down on his cock, your ass rubbing against him, “is this good enough for you?”

xavier smirked, looking down at your ass moving, “fuck yes.”

28/05/2026 ALYAKHQ

[mwphisto]

18+ You could barely keep your eyes open, the heavy weight of the day’s work dragging them down. “My love… let me…” but you only moved harder, head falling forward, hair cascading around you.

Your hips drove down with surprisingly devastating force for someone who could barely drag themselves through the front door only thirty minutes ago.

“Q-quit talking.” You rasp, fingers curling against Zayne’s pecs, leaving little crescent shaped indents in his pink flushed skin. You were beyond tired, body screaming for you to collapse and maybe just let him take care of it all for the both of you.

But your frustrations were winning out.

If Zayne hadn’t seen it for himself, he would’ve reprimanded you for being such a brat right now. But he knew that whatever this was? It was needed. You needed him, you needed this. So, he’d indulge.

His lips remained sealed, hands splaying across the fat of your ass — holding not assisting. Every drop of your hips had his head spinning, cock throbbing deliciously in the warmth of your velvety soft cunt. You were soaked, had been soaked, you had shoved him down on the mattress and refused to let him do anything to prepare yourself.

He couldn’t gather why until you had plopped yourself down on him, the moan that left him had nearly been a whimper. Despite the burn in your thighs, the ache in your abdomen as his tip kissed your cervix, the black spots blurring your vision, you kept moving.

Every movement had pleasure thrumming through your veins, limbs trembling as you tried to find some sort of stability without crumbling into him entirely. Though, at this rate, you didn’t think Zayne would mind it very much if you did.

You managed to crane your neck upwards, carrying the impossibly heavy weight of your own head to look at the flushed face of your husband. “Zayne, m’gonna cum.” Your eyes were shutting as you spoke, your cunt clenching desperately as you tried to dive head first into your release before giving out all together.

Despite your previous warnings, Zayne’s hands tightened on your bottom, dragging you down and holding you tightly. You cried out, the pressure of him filling you so fully had stars littering your eyes.

He started rocking you, grinding your puffy, sensitive cunt into his groin. The sensations enough to finally, finally bring you the release you so desperately craved.

Zayne jumped slightly as you collapsed into him, completely dead weight. “Hey…” he nudged you, his own orgasm trailing off to the back of his mind as he tried to decipher if you passed out or simply fell asleep. “Leave it to you to cum and…” he brushes your hair aside, noting your color, your breathing, before concluding.

“…fall asleep before I can even pull out.”

Got that magic dih 🪄 put your ass right the fuck to bed yup 🙂‍↕️ of course this is the first thing I can write in a while and it’s dumb asf LMAOO but heyyyyyyy hope you enjoy :3

[beneathashadytree]

COMING OUT AS NON-BINARY - TEXTING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN

Warnings : general anxiety, reader identifies as non-binary!

Genre : fluff and lots of comfort🫶🏽

Additional notes : I know I’ve disappeared for quite a while, but COVID’s a lot nastier this time around☹️ Thank you guys sm for your well wishes! I’m currently on the mend, thankfully🫶🏽 This was commissioned by a lovely friend!! I hope it serves as a reminder that the men would absolutely adore you regardless of your identity or sexuality, because they are simply enamored by YOU💗

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[zaynezone]

"Don't cum yet."

You repeat Zayne's words like a mantra in your head, doing everything you can to hold off your orgasm as he fucks you. Every muscle in your body is tense, the pleasure crawling up your spine. You want it so bad, so bad that tears sting your eyes.

Fuck it. You'll beg forgiveness later.

But the second you stop holding back, ready to let your orgasm hit you, he pulls out.

"Zayne!" You gasp in shock. He's panting above you, chiseled body covered in a sheen of sweat that makes your mouth water.

"I told you to hold it." He reprimands quietly. You pout, orgasm ebbing away. Great. Now you'll get a punishment and you didn't even get to cum.

"But Zayne I-I didn't cum! Please p-put it back in, I'll be good I promise!" Your pleas fall on deaf ears, though he takes a moment to tenderly wipe the tears from your face, kissing you softly before sitting back up.

"You enjoy your punishments too much." Zayne notes, maneuvering your legs so they're pressed together, setting both of your ankles on one of his shoulders.

His cock, still slick, slowly pushes in between your thighs, just above your aching pussy. He gasps in pleasure at the sensation, while your jaw drops in shock.

It doesn't take long for him to cum, already so worked up from earlier. Most of it lands on your stomach, the sensation making you whimper once more.

"Zayne..." You whisper, nearly trembling with how bad you need it. He hums, leaning down to kiss you as he parts your legs, deft fingers finding your clit.

"I believe it's time for your reward."

[mokkkunn]

[qintten]

Lingering Lust...?

i'm crying at the abstract pv bruh 😭good luck to all of us when the banner arrives is this also f2u? yes? idk where you'll even use this for but go ahead

[cookiecreatesforyou]

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆.

There’s just something about Zayne seeing you in lingerie that you didn’t expect. 

I headcanon that Zayne isn't the type to outright buy you lingerie at the beginning of your relationship, buuuut one time when you were both getting intimate, he noticed you wearing a matching sky-blue set underneath your cream pajamas. It wasn't anything too fancy, just a light-colored bra that sported a tiny white satin bow at the center of the material and matching panties adorned with white polka dots. You’d noticed the visible blush that covered his ears, with his cheeks dusted in a similar pink as his eyes slowly raked over the fabric covering you with his lips parted, all the while his fingers traced the curve of your tits and landed on the white satin bow. “You are breathtaking, my love. And this fabric only serves to heighten your beauty.” He’d whisper, his voice cracking.

Loves, loves, loooves those sheer-fabric babydoll tops where he can just almost see your beautiful skin underneath.

Zayne's usually composed brain would short-circuit when you wear something backless, preferably something with intricate designs at the back so that he can take his own sweet time unwrapping you, even though he’d be getting impatient under his slacks. As a surgeon, he’d use clinical precision with each clip and hook, savoring the time taken to undress you. The fact that he can appreciate you like this by stepping out of line (in his words) is so fucking addictive to him. 

Zayne would love those panties that open right in the crotch area so that he could snap the fabric open himself. But before that, he’d grin up at you smugly from between your legs, green eyes twinkling as he leans down between your thighs to snap the fabric open with his teeth. Just to be a tease, he’d blow cool air using his Evol from his lips right at your entrance, making you arch your back at the temperature difference. “This is the perfect remedy for me to chase away my exhaustion.” 

When you surprise Zayne with a new set you’d just bought, an icy blue lingerie set that is decorated with little silver snowflakes, he’d just stand in the doorway, dumbfounded and in awe. “I wonder how long you were planning to pull this stunt on me." He’d whisper, stalking towards you slowly as he takes the ethereal sight of his love in front of him, thanking his lucky stars he gets to have you like this.  

There’s a time you’re both browsing at the mall and happen to stop by a store that showcases a model wearing a powder-blue babydoll top, making your eyes crinkle in excitement. You clasp your hands and nudge Zayne on the elbow playfully, only for him to revert his already blushing gaze from the mannequin, as he couldn't help but picture you in it. “What do you think?” You’d ask, only for him to clear his throat and adjust his tie to admit lowly, “Well, I wouldn't be opposed to it.” Next thing you know, you’re walking out of the store with a little white bag and Zayne tucking his wallet into his pocket. 

He’d also definitely be the type to initiate roleplay when you sit on the edge of the bed wearing the same powder-blue babydoll top he bought for you, legs spread apart so that Zayne can get the full view of the tantalizing dessert that’s waiting for him. After all, he was a man who favored sweetness, on the tongue and otherwise. “After conducting a preliminary visual analysis, it seems my patient requires a more hands-on demonstration.” 

Zayne would also be the type to have you sit on top of him and grind down his hardening cock while you're wearing a silk camisole in a soft cloud-blue. While his hands massage the soft plush of your ass, an excuse he brought up just to help relieve your tension (or so he says), he’d reach up to your shoulder and take the strap of the camisole between his teeth to tug it down your arm as he whispers, “Is this what you wanted?” He’d look up at you with the most earnest eyes ever, holding you with fervor like you might freeze away from his grasp again. 

You’ve seen those big floofy robes that have feathers at the sleeves and the base of the robe, yeah? If you’d be walking around the house wearing one of those, Zayne would just subtly eye you as you walk around, not saying anything just yet. But when you reach the kitchen to get a glass of water, you’d hear the soft shut of a laptop before he walks towards you. “I see that you’ve begun upgrading your wardrobe since our last…encounter.” He’d stop right in front of you before swiftly placing you on the kitchen counter, glass long forgotten. He’d absolutely devour the act of spreading the robe apart slowly to reveal your bare legs to him, relishing the way the feathers feel on the tips of his fingers. 

I think Zayne would enjoy one of those bras that snap right in the middle, for easier access, of course. There’s a time when Zayne gets needy for you after a long night at the Akso Hospital’s gala dinner. He gets impatient and can’t wait till he gets home because you’re dressed like temptation itself. His knuckles get white as he grips the steering wheel until he decides to stop right at the side of the road. With one swift movement, he unclasps his seatbelt and reaches for you, the dress you were wearing that night just taunting him to his limit. “Forgive me, my love, I can’t seem to wait anymore.” He’d pant as he reaches forward to rid you of your dress, only for his eyes to slightly widen as he sees a small metal clasp nestled perfectly between your tits. When he snaps it open, his pupils dilate, and his lips part like a starved man that just found water. “This is…an excellent little device.” He’d latch his mouth to your tit immediately, groaning when you thread your fingers in his hair to keep him there. 

Zayne loves it when you get more comfortable around him and at home. While Zayne is busy reading his book before bed, he notices you getting into bed from the corner of his eye, wearing a light denim-colored slip dress that reaches your thighs. As you get into bed, the dress rides up your thigh and rests just barely under your ass. While it wasn't intentional at all, Zayne can’t help but shut his book immediately, turning around to curve his body behind yours to spoon you. He’d place his palm right behind your knee and slide it up veeeery slowly across the plush of your thigh, squeezing it gently before sliding up the slip dress to uncover your ass. Oh, and he’d let out a soft moan into your ears when he discovers you're wearing the cutest white thongs underneath. You’d whimper as he squeezes your ass before whispering in your ear, “I’m starting to think…you’re doing this on purpose.” 

One night after a grueling day at work, Zayne would offer you a massage to help relax your muscles. After you shower, you slip into a short pastel-blue silk robe, making Zayne pinch the bridge of his nose with his fingers because he knows he wouldn't be able to maintain his composure around you. But Zayne is a professional, renowned cardiac surgeon; he can maintain his composure in the most critical situations. Unfortunately…not around you. Because it's you. Regardless, he puts your comfort first and settles on your side and begins executing his massaging techniques, feeling the knots in each of your muscle groups relax in record time. You can’t help but let out little moans at how comforting it all feels, shutting your eyes and relaxing your body as you allow yourself to be taken care of by Zayne, who seems to be treasuring each of the heavenly sounds you make. All of a sudden, you’d feel something cold settle on your skin. Opening your eyes, you’d start to see little snowflakes fall around you and frost settle on your silk robe and your skin. “Zayne, your Evol…” You’d whisper, looking up at him with concern. “Apologies. My condition…” He trails off, bringing your palm to cup his cheek. He leans into the curve of your palm before slowly whispering. “However, there are certain things we can do to raise our body temperature.” 

A.N: Some Zayne lingerie hcs that were loooong coming. Thank you for trying this cookie! Credits to @cursed-carmine, @pixopix for the div!♡

[wildflower2806]

– Masterpost –

Δ Body in the Barren Desert Δ

Chapter 1 | Read on A03

Gerudo King Ganondorf x Fem Reader | 18+ NSFW | Explicit | Ongoing

WARNING: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Summary: You, a Hylian woman, recently managed to break free from captivity at the hands of your father. You fled frantically from the cave you’d called your home for years and into the deadly desert – hoping the scorching heat would end your suffering before you were found once again. Only then, you face something filled with a far greater evil. Or so you thought. ΔΔΔ You trade one captor for another. But at least this one feeds you and wants you healthy.

This story begins prior to before Ganondorf became the Demon King. There is a basic backstory for reader that results with you being underweight and on the verge of death at the start of the fic. No explicit descriptors of readers appearance are mentioned aside from being an adult, having an AFAB body, having pointed Hylian ears and being shorter than Ganondorf.

Tags: No Use of Y/N, Angst, Tragedy, Past Trauma, Suicidal Reader, Starvation, Trauma Recovery, Size Difference, Inexperienced Reader, Touch-Starved, Master/Pet, Submissive Reader, Imprisonment, Hurt/Comfort, Codependency, Power Imbalance, Unhealthy Relationships, Age Difference, Pet Names, Falling in Love, Shameless Smut, Dubious Consent, Evil Ganon, Top Ganon, Protective Ganon, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Breeding Kink, Infertility, Unexpected Pregnancy, Marriage, Canon Adjacent, Plot if you squint, Not Beta Read We Die Like The Crucified Koroks, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Chapters:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

[spaztastic-headcannons]

Suspended Belief

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60211249 Ganondorf (TOTK) x F! Reader

Notes: No y/n used. She/her used throughout. Shibari, suspended shibari.

MDNI

Settling into his seat, Ganondorf sipped a cool drink as he took in the sight before him.

Strong ropes hung from the hooks embedded in the ceiling, looping down to the vulnerable form of his lover.  

Blindfolded and bound, she hung, face up, at the perfect height for his eyes to run over every part of her that he loved to tease.  Ruby ropes wrapped around her limbs highlighting the best parts of her. Her ankles were tied to her thighs, looped around and keeping her legs spread. Her arms were secured wrist to wrist, behind her back. Ropes wrapped and rolled around her body, pinching and cradling her breasts and circling her cunt.  Fibers were dark with the wetness leaking from her and sweat from the long session of teasing and torment.

More ropes were wrapped around her to keep her body suspended in the air than to decorate her skin, but no matter what she looked magnificent.

Ganon eyed her flushed skin and panting chest, following the curve of her body and the flow of the ropes to where he had been toying with her, fingers busy working between her slick lips and around her clit.

It was a rare indulgence to have her like this and he was set to enjoy it.

Ganon waited for her to calm down from his last bit of teasing. She’d gotten close this time, nearly cumming on his fingers and tongue before he pulled away. Her cry at being denied yet again rang in the air of their bedroom. Curtains and carpets dulled the noise, leaving it for their ears only. Each of her cries, moans, and pitiful pleas for mercy were freely given and well earned from his efforts.

Taking another sip of his drink, thoughts of whether to continue edging her or to work to the finale that they both craved crossed his mind.

She panted in her restraints, words and breath stolen from her and barely recovering while he sat to the side. His cock hung heavy between his legs, firm but too thick to stand even then. Precum has been dripping from the tip for a while now, at least three denied orgasms ago. Sitting on the chair, his cock resting on his leg and precum leaking against his skin, the decision was becoming clear.

A final swallow, drops running down his beard, he stood. She heard the glass clatter against a nearby table and tensed before purposefully relaxing. Whatever he had in mind for her next she’d take, and take, and take, and take. The pleasure was always mind-numbing, leaving her cock-drunk and more than willing for the next time. This would be no different, she thought to the best of her ability when she was denied so many releases.

Ganon could read each twitch of her muscles. Her anticipation and desperation. The muscles in her thighs pressed together best they could, tightening the ropes around her body. He smirked, eyes narrowing on her core that twitched with her body, just as anticipatory for something she so desperately needed as he did.

“Little lamb, are you ready for me?” He asked, gripping the rope that supported her legs, swinging her closer to him.  He could see her breath catching, and the swallow she took before answering.

“Please? Please take me, I’m ready for you, so ready.”  Her voice was a croak, cracking when she tried to speak above a whisper.

Ganon hummed, fingers running down her sternum, over ropes and down her stomach to her core.

“We’ll see, little lamb. Patience is something valued after all, isn’t it?”  His other hand came up to hold another rope, bringing her body closer to his and letting his cock taste the wet kiss of her entrance.

Pulling her to grind against him, letting her soak his cock in preparation. Listening to her soft mewls with each grind he drifted a hand down to his own cock.

Letting her hang there, just far enough to feel his warm but not his skin, he gripped his dick and stroked it briefly before pressing the tip against her slit. With a half step forward, and a pull of the ropes the head popped in through the ring of her entrance. Once through the first barrier she hiccupped at the stretch but each clench of her pussy sucked more of him in.

Each thick, inescapable inch pressed into her, bulging her pussy around him and crafting her body to his. Her slick coated his cock, and with each slow thrust, strings of it would pulled between his pelvis and her thighs. Just as every time before her body welcomed his, stretching around each inch until he was flush against her. His balls stuck to the skin of her buttocks, his pubes rubbing against her sensitive clit savagely.

Every movement was pleasure, leaving her cock-drunk for him and him alone. Her slick ran down his cock and balls, drenching their thighs between them with her arousal. Even just a soft thrust in her left his balls stuck to her, separating with a smleck before slapping against her skin again.

 Taking just a moment to savor her velvety warmth around his member before he began to move with earnestness. 

His hands slid down the ropes to her waist, using both the momentum of the swing and the power in his hips to thrust against her.  His thickness ensured sensation of every nerve, causing her to cry out with each thrust in and clench when he pulled out. Being suspended and tied up left her little room to reciprocate his motions, eyes rolling back and body twitching.  

Like this he could not whisper all the nasty things he had planned in her ear, but he could watch her face contort in pleasure and hear her cries echo in the room. Her brow furrowed, and the muscles in her stomach twitched when his cock would hit deep. Like this he could view her whole body, control it, and take as he pleased from it.  His hips and thighs could feel the ropes rubbing against his skin with each thrust, sharing in the marks they’d both have when he was finished with her.

He grunted, sweat beading down his body as he swung her body back into his, throwing his head back when she squeezed down on his cock. 

“That’s it Little Lamb, squeeze me, take me,” he panted, voice low and hoarse. 

“P-please! My king, please!” she begged, unsure if she was begging for reprieve or for more. Her whole body was a mess of nerves due to the ropes. His pubic hair rubbed so well against her clit and her cunt dripped with each thrust. A creamy ring formed around the base of his cock, making his hair look almost pinkish.

“Please what, pet? Tell me, what do you need from me?”  Ganon’s head turned back to her, to watch as she came apart in his hands.

“Mmmmmake me cum! Please!” She cried, her lower stomach burning, fire coiling right where his cock hit in her deepest depths.

“Then cum,” he ordered, “cum on my cock like a good girl.”

He leaned over some, grinding against her both reaching as deeply as he could and rubbing against her clit.  The fire in her stomach became a bomb, spreading out to the rest of her body. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Each muscle tensed up as she came, back arching as much as it could in the ropes and his hands, her pussy clamping down and milking his length.  He fought to keep thrusting, prolonging her pleasure as long as he could. 

Lightening ran up her body as he chased his high, all of her nerves sparking with each thrust and touch.  It felt like her orgasm kept going until she gasped, breathing again as waves of pleasure and pain from oversensitivity took over. Her toes curled and her hands clenched into fists. 

Ganon new he could force another orgasm from her. Push that sensitivity past the pain and back into pure pleasure. Alas, the previous teasing and waiting meant he couldn’t push himself to last quite that long.

Already his balls were drawing up, his abs tensing with each thrust. He was grunting and growling, sweat dripping down his body.

Al it took was just a…bit..more…

A harsh clench of her walls around him and he was seeing light flash behind his eyelids.  Cock spurting out cum, coating her insides and leaking down to froth at his base.  He couldn’t stop thrusting, filling her up with all that he had, pressing it as deep as he could get it.

She moaned, long and low, as he came to a grinding stop.

Taking just an extra moment to savor the feeling and keep his cum as deep in her as he could, he started to pull away.

Once he pulled out his cum quickly followed, dripping to the floor. He took one extra second to enjoy the sight before moving to release her from her ties. Each pull was quick and efficient and before long she was in his lap on the chair nearby. His big hands were rubbing at her joints and each indent from the ropes.

She sat there, warm and comfortable, knowing any rope burn and bruises would be tended to with care, allowing her to settle into the afterglow.