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auralioness · 10 days ago

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“Did you truly believe you could avoid me forever?”

“Not forever,” the protagonist said. “Not in this war of ours.”

Not forever, but maybe - long enough? Long enough for the feelings to fade, for clarity to come, for the mere sound of the antagonist’s voice behind them not to plunge them into a dizzying array of longing and heartbreak and memory. Long enough that, when they met again, the protagonist could do what needed to be done.

Eventually, inevitably it seemed, the two of them would have to fight.

The protagonist had never wanted that.

They kept their eyes on the water, on the nice little spot they had found for themselves, watching the sun sparkle against the gentle ripples of waves. It felt odd to hear the antagonist’s voice in the light of day, as if the two of them should only ever meet each other beneath the cover of night, or those other in between moments. Day was too bright. Too real. Too unforgiving.

They felt, more than heard, the antagonist stop behind their bench. They felt the shift in the air as the antagonist leaned against its back, so close that the protagonist could lean even an inch to the left and touch them, oh so casually, like it was an accident.

“My people aren’t far behind me,” the antagonist said, after a moment. “If you run now, you might just make it free.”

“You could have sent them ahead.”

“This is a nice spot. Peaceful.”

“Are you worried about ruining it with my blood or theirs?”

The antagonist snorted. “We both know they’re no match for you, when it comes down to it.”

The protagonist glanced to the side, then, to find the antagonist’s gaze already resting on them. Measured. Too measured, really. There were too many things beneath that careful surface, so like the water before them. “But I’ll only make it free if I run now?”

The antagonist looked away, back to the lake, shifting that smallest fraction where their elbows rested against the bench. The protagonist felt the warmth of the antagonist brush against their shoulder, felt the rustle of the antagonist’s breath on their hair.

Now, they had no witnesses. No one who would know if the antagonist let them go. Was it mercy? Or the way a cat might release a mouse trapped beneath its paw only so it could continue its own game? The protagonist was no mouse though, they both knew that.

The protagonist considered the antagonist’s familiar-unfamiliar profile.

“You won’t run?” the antagonist asked, even if it was obvious, as the seconds ticked by.

“As you say, I can’t avoid you forever.” And the antagonist, it seemed, couldn’t avoid them either.

“Don’t be a martyr.”

The protagonist smiled, faintly, at the flicker of tension in the antagonist’s jaw. Their hand twitched in their lap, with the foolish urge to reach out and touch. To make the point that they saw, they knew, but maybe just to touch too. “How long do we have?”

“When they come-” the antagonist bit off. “Will you come quietly?”

The protagonist raised a brow, at that, because of course they wouldn’t. They never had.

The antagonist’s jaw clenched further, catching the gesture in their periphery vision, however intently they were not watching. Heat rushed to their face. “Please.”

“Please come quietly?”

“Please run.”

“Did you think you could avoid me forever?”

“Long enough,” the antagonist said.

They both looked back at the water, then, and the protagonist let their head fall back. Let their cheek rest against the antagonist’s arm.

The antagonist sucked in a sharp breath and the protagonist concentrated on keeping their own breathing measured. Too measured, really. Their lungs still felt airless.

“I’ll run,” the protagonist said. “If you run with me.”

The antagonist’s head turned, lips brushing against the protagonist’s temple. “We have ten minutes until we’re surrounded.”

Neither of them moved.

It really was such a nice spot on a summer’s day.

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auralioness · 11 days ago

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🔞🔞🔞 {Soft Love pg 1 + 2}

As a small treat, I thought I'd post the full first page of a short mini NSFW comic I'm doing for my Patreon. Page 3 will be posted June 1st!

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auralioness · 25 days ago

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do NOT fuck a stalackmite u wil get cave dust in ur pussy

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auralioness · 28 days ago

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The Orc & the Goblin: Part Two

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𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒪𝓇𝒸 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒢𝑜𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃

𝒫𝑜𝓁𝓎𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝓍 𝑀𝓊𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒶𝓁 𝓍 𝒞𝑜𝓉𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑒

It’s okay, Estelle thought. You can handle this. Goddess knows you’ve handled many a rod before. Handling these two shouldn’t be a risky endeavor. Right?

Niet removed his tunic, revealing dark curls and a broad chest. Morg had thick, strong arms and a pronounced belly with a sparse trail of dark and gray hairs. Estelle remained resolute, jaw stiff, eyes focused. Then they both dropped trow at the same time.

Surprised was not the word that Estelle would use to describe what she saw. Sure, she was expecting something from the two. You didn’t get that much bravado from nothing. But what lay bare before her was more than bravado. Her bottom lip tucked under her teeth as she watched their cocks bob up and down before her.

Okay, so, you’ve handled many cocks. What now? These things are monsters in their own right! Can you handle these? Is your big talk going to work now? Estelle’s mind was a whirlpool sucking down her rational and strength.

“Oh,” was all her mouth let out besides a bit of drool.

Niet’s long fingers wrapped around his shaft. His grin was unmistakable smug. “What do you think?”

Estelle was still staring, taking in Niet’s impressive size and Morg’s enticing upward curve. For a goblin, Niet was stacked. She expected something from Morg, she’d seen orc cocks most of her life. Niet’s small size was not a hindrance. In fact, his cock was all the more impressive because of it. Thick, veiny, and long to boot. Morg was more the curve with a plump underside. It looked tailor made to reaching certain spots inside a woman.

“I think we stunned her,” Morg chuckled.

Estelle cleared her throat. “Now wait a second. You act like I’ve never seen… cocks before.”

“Certainly none like this,” Niet boasted.

She cut her eyes to him. “Confidence is one thing, but yours is another.”

His tongue traced along the edge of his sharp teeth. “That’s only because I know what I’ve got, little blacksmith. You think I could tame an orc like him with just this mouth?”

Morg was suddenly blushing.

“Well then, just let me see what you have.” Estelle reached out with both hands, taking Niet in one and Morg in the other. Niet was surprisingly warm, Morg was pulsing. She moved both hands, stroking, watching the half hardness turn towards full, making them both harder, thicker.

“Fuck,” Niet jerked, his ears flattening back.

“Careful now,” Morg moaned. “Niet has a sensitive trigger.”

Niet hissed through his teeth. “Do not!”

She was like a kid in a candy store, only her candy was much more seductive. “You’re both well made, I’ll give you that. A bit big for the hands but uhm…we’re not dealing with weapons here.” Estelle licked her lips to catch her breath. “I can certainly work with these at the very least.”

Niet threw his head back and laughed. “Very least? I would at least say ‘beast’.”

Estelle's eyes flicked to him, giving him an extra squeeze around the base. He winced, coughing on his own chuckle.

“They’re yours to play with,” Morg moaned seductively. “If you need time to get used to them-”

That was like a challenge in Estelle’s ears. “You think I can’t take them?” She blurted out, a little heated. “I’ve fooled around with orcs, minotaurs, well hung humans all!” She jumped up, stripping off her shirt. “I’ll show you just what I am used to.” She was putting her foot down and her boobs out, even though her mind was boggling at how she was going to take these two at once.

She wasn’t afraid, no, not Estelle. She could handle it with the best of them. In fact, this was the scenario she had always wanted! Size was never an issue with Estelle, except for one little thing, they could never be too big for her. For Estelle the motto was the bigger the better, both for her weapons and the cocks she played with.

Niet grinned with excitement thrumming through his veins. “No more talk, eh? Alright then?” He grabbed Estelle by the hand, leading her off to the bedroom.

Morg followed behind, standing in the doorway to see what would happen. Niet pushed Estelle onto the bed, finishing removing her clothes by taking off her protective work pants and underclothes. He then happily took hold of her legs, squeezing her solid thighs with a wild look in his eyes.

“I knew you had good arms, but whoa. You’ve been hiding these things.” He suddenly shoved his head between her thighs, making Estelle yelp.

“He wants you to crack him like a walnut,” Morg teased, still watching in the doorway.

Estelle was trying to sit up. “I can but-” he eyes flashed wide open as Niet made himself comfortable. His tongue was on her skin, her mound. “Oh!”

Morg chuckled. “He does that.”

Estelle laid back, clutching the blankets in her hands as Niet buried himself deeper, adding his fingers to the mix. “Ah! Ha ha!” Her voice came shrill and high pitched. She cupped a hand around her mouth. Niet’s tongue was warm and a little rough. There was a very well placed onyx stud that hit against her clit, both cold and warm. She closed her eyes tight, widening her hips a bit more.

“No complaints?” Morg teased, still clutching his cock.

Estelle knew what would happen if she was given a moment to breathe and let her voice out. It always happened and since this was their first time, her own reaping, she didn’t want to embarrass herself. Just yet anyways.

“Look it here,” a wet lipped Niet raised up. He licked his chops, pointing to a heart hidden in her pubes just above her slit. “What’s this?” His fingers continued to move inside Estelle. The sound of her wetness was reaching Morg’s ears.

“Ta-tattoo!” She panted out. She was still trying her best to keep herself contained.

Niet grinned. “A little heart huh. Seems too cute for you.” He leaned down, kissing it, then licking between her folds, finding her clit yet again. Estelle flinched, moaning out loud as he sucked around her protruding bud.

Morg was stroking himself off in the doorway. His thick head glistening from the pearls of precum seeping out. “He’s good with his mouth, right? I know his talking can get annoying, but he’ll do things with his tongue that would make the gods jealous.”

Estelle was biting her lip, holding back the air in her lungs that wanted to come out as words. She was turning red with sweat prickling down her skin. It was coming, but not her orgasm. There was a beat, a silence, and it came to her lips.

“Fuck me!” She yelled out. “Oh god! Fuck me with your huge cocks! Please! I want them so bad!”

Her outburst turned to silence in the room. Morg stopped pumping his fist, Niet’s tongue stuck out between his lips as he looked up at her.

Estelle spread open her thighs wide and reached down to spread herself open. “I want you so bad! Fuck me. Fuck my pretty little hole,” she whined, pleading with them. She dipped two fingers inside herself, feeling how hot and wet she had gotten. “Cum inside me and breed my little pussy.” There was a glaze to her eyes that the two hadn’t expected. Her attitude had not prepared them for this.

“Holy shit,” Niet breathed.

Morg stepped into the room.

Estelle stuck out her tongue. “Fuck my face too! Use all of me. Use my body to pleasure yourselves.”

The two were still, but not for long. Together, they took Estelle with Niet's long cock sliding down her throat while Morg stretched her ‘pretty hole’ open. Morg held her arms back, allowing Niet to thrust into her mouth.

“That’s it, good girl,” Niet snarled.

Morg pulsed from behind, gritting his teeth as he watched her wetness dribble from her lips. “I love how wet you are,” he growled. “Lets me know you’re enjoying us.”

Niet reached out, grabbing Estelle’s hair and pulling, making her take his cock deeper. Her eyes were alight, enjoying how full she felt, from above and below.

“I’ve never seen anyone take a cock like you,” Niet snarled. “Even I still choke from time to time.” He licked his lips, snarling as Estelle’s tongue pressed harder against him.

“If you cum just yet, I’ll have to satisfy her all on my own,” Morg moaned.

“My stamina is better than yours.” Niet growled.

Morg chuckled. “Let’s see what she wants.”

Niet scoffed, but pulled himself away from Estelle’s mouth. She coughed and took deep breaths, moaning as Morg continued to move.

“Don’t stop!” She begged.

Niet pulled her hair. “No intention of doing that, sweetheart. But we wanna know where you wanna go with this.”

Estelle had a dopey grin on her face.

“Oy, i think she’s senseless.” Niet pulled her hair, tugging her head up towards him to kiss her deeply. His tongue rolled with hers until she bit him. “Careful now little alligator,” he growled at her.

“Fuck me too,” Estelle moaned. “Take that huge goblin cock and stretch me more!”

Niet looked up surprised at Morg.

“You heard her,” Morg snarled.

Niet smirked then reached for a drawer beside the bed, taking out a small glass bottle. While he was doing this, Morg moved him and Estelle so that she was laying on top of him. Estelle kissed him and peppered his body with wet pecks.

“You’re so big,” Estelle moaned. “Your body, your hands-” she trembled a little before letting out a laugh. “It’s beautiful.”

“That’s awful sweet,” Morg whispered.

Niet was standing behind Estelle now, rubbing his cock with a slippery, viscous liquid. “Okay now, little alligator. Are you ready for this?”

“Yes!” Estelle wriggled in excitement. “Hurry!”

Niet pressed to the dusky rose at her backside, sliding his tip up and down before pressing inside. He watched her open, felt her tense. He growled, pushing deep inside in one go, his hands firmly clasping her rear.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Estelle cried out before burying her face into the curve of Morg’s neck.

“I think she came,” Morg laughed.

“Good.” Niet slapped her ass with his palm, gripping before pulling back and spanking again. “You’re such a good girl, little alligator.”

Estelle was whimpering and moaning into Morg’s neck, biting him occasionally as they moved. For her, she was in heaven. She wanted to feel her belly bulge with their cocks, their cum. Her ravenous appetite had been something she tried to hide from her sister, but most of Obresh knew what would happen if Estelle got a little too excited during arm wrestling competitions at the pub. More than once she had taken an orc or minotaur out back behind the pub to see which arm she liked better. Now, she didn’t have to go out searching. The two cocks inside her were just the sizes she had been looking for, bigger and biggest.

Morg came first, gripping his hands tight around her waist, his cock shuddered, pulsed, and released deep inside her. Niet took his time, enjoying the mess Morg left behind before making his own. He came inside, pulled out and glazed a cheek. There was bliss after that as Estelle found satisfaction she’d been hunting for.

She woke up a little groggy in bed, tucked in and snug as a bug. The bed was quite huge, so she stretched out and sunk deeper into it. She could feel the smug look of satisfaction on her face. She laid there, letting out a sated sigh. She turned her head, hearing voices coming from outside.

Getting up, she strutted naked to the door and opened it. There she saw Niet and Morg enjoying the remainder of the tea, also naked.

“Ah, she’s conscious.” Morg said, eating a cookie.

“Just fueling back up, little alligator,” Niet winked. “If you need us again, that is.”

She found the pitcher of water and poured herself a cup, chugging it all down in one gulp. “Phew! That was amazing!” She cheered.

“Glad to know,” Morg laughed.

“I can’t believe I got fucked like that!” Estelle continued in ecstatic bliss. “Oh my goddess!” She cupped her hands around her face. “Your cocks!”

“Glad to know,” Niet tagged in.

Estelle squealed and shivered. “You guys are the best!” She grabbed Niet’s face, pulling him into a kiss, then tugged Morg down by his braid to kiss him as well. “I’ve not cum that good in ages!” She chugged another glass of water, eyes sparkling like she had just defeated an army in a bloodthirsty battle.

“You certainly surprised us. Who knew a lady like you was into such begging and pleading.” His hand rested on her rear, gently palming it.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Estelle laughed. “I don’t know exactly where that comes from, but when I get turned on I have a tendency to make it everyone’s problem.” She bit her bottom lip and fidgeted, enjoying Morg’s warm palm.

Niet scoffed, taking a cookie from the tin. “Not a problem at all! I call it a bonus. A hot, well toned, firm assed, beauty of a woman begging for my goblin cock was all I ever wanted in this world.” He moaned as he bit into the cookie. “Fucking your face, your ass, you pussy. I’m going to get hard again just thinking about it.”

“Okay!” Estelle gasped. “Give me a few minutes to clean up and we can go again!”

Morg stopped Estelle from running off. “Hydrate. Eat something.” He commanded gently. “You’ll cramp up and ruin your good time.”

She pouted, but did as Morg asked. The cookies had the same sweet spice the tea did. “These are good.”

Niet perked up. “Stole them from the queen’s private reserve.”

Estelle looked to Morg for confirmation, to which he nodded. “He’s actually right about that one. We raided a caravan with supplies for the castle.”

“Oh wow! What did you get?”

Niet scoffed. “Just cookies. Apparently the queen likes tea parties.”

Estelle nodded. “I heard she did.” She took another cookie. “So, will you both be going back to that?”

“Adventuring, I’m sure. But now that we have a home, a base of operations, I assume we will find other things to do that don’t keep us from home so long,” Niet replied thoughtfully. “No more robbing caravans, but perhaps hunting and the like.”

That made Estelle beam. She always missed them between visits, after all they were her favorite clients before. “I don’t mind if you travel. But I would like to see more of you around.”

“Oh ho! You’re going to be seeing so much of us,” Niet laughed.

“Besides, it��s even in the quiet moments like this we can enjoy the intimacy,” Morg murmured poetically. “We’ve all shared in that pleasure and heat. Now we bask in it.”

Estelle pouted but agreed. “I suppose I don’t have to be in a hurry.” Part of her cookie fell from her fingers. “Darn. Let me get that.” She knelt down onto the ground.

Morg took in a tranquil breath. “We have all our lives to SHARE!” He screamed out the last word, bending over to grip the counter.

Niet smirked. “She’s got your cock doesn’t she?”

Morg was panting hard already, Estelle had her throat stuffed with him. “Her suction…muh-might be better than yours.”

Niet snickered, taking another cookie into his hand. He tossed it over the counter. “Oh ho. Let me get that.” He joined Estelle on the floor, kissing her neck and biting her shoulder as he slid up behind her.

Morg moaned, wiping down her face. This was what he wanted, what they all wanted. Might as well relax and enjoy it.

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auralioness · 29 days ago

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god keep ur fucking kink meme shit out of ao3 tag y'all make this fandom even more insufferable than it already is and thats saying something!!! The kind of shit y'all post require a fucking trigger warning it doesnt belong in a safe space

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auralioness · 29 days ago

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I’ve not seen any starved touched hero stories so may I request a starved touched hero and the villain finds out and helps them. It’s fine if not:)

"Tell me," the villain murmured, as the hero's breath came out quivering. "When was the last time that someone touched you?"

It wasn't what the hero had expected.

"People touch me all the time."

"Kindly."

"You're not kind."

But the villain's touch was such a gentle thing; the hero's brain refused to register it as cruelty, even as the villain's fingers were curled around their throat. They didn't squeeze though.

The hero should have pulled back already. They should have shoved the villain away. They did none of those things. They leaned limp against the wall, almost hypnotised by the back and forth sweep of the villain's thumb brushing sweetly against their pulse point.

It was pitiful for a nice threat to feel like affection. They were pitiful.

The villain's gaze was intent.

"What are you doing to me?" the hero whispered.

"I'm not doing anything." The villain's powers worked with touch, but they had never touched the hero before. The hero had always been too quick. The villain had managed that time though, advancing, shoving the hero to the wall and then - then this. The villain had touched their skin and then they'd gone perfectly still for a few seconds. The villain could expose all secrets with a press of their fingers, do all manner of things, but...

The hero swallowed, eyeing them. They genuinely didn't think the villain was doing anything.

Each second that ticked by seemed a confession, a betrayal, a plea for something.

The villain's hand slid slowly to to cup the nape of the hero's neck. "You didn't answer my question." The villain pulled the hero a step closer, dragged them flush. The villain's other hand wrapped around the hero's back.

They were being hugged.

A confused, entirely too soft sound left the hero's throat. Questioning. A little choked. It felt like a trap and it felt entirely too desperately lovely.

The villain tightened their grip, tucking the hero's head against their shoulder.

"Skin hunger," the villain said, softly. "Touch starvation. You are a famine, love, I can feel it."

"I-" The hero didn't know how to finish the sentence. The villain was so warm against them, a solid and reassuring presence. That couldn't be right. "What?"

"It has been entirely too long, hasn't it?"

"You're not doing anything?"

"I'm hugging you."

"Your powers-"

"-Mean I know exactly how you are feeling. How much you need this. So are you going to be good and shut up and let yourself have it?"

The hero choked out another gasp of air.

Was that was why the villain had stopped? Why they'd seemed to switch gears so abruptly when they could have finally won? The hero swallowed and shut up, even if it was a bad idea. Inch by inch, when the villain did nothing more but hold them, the hero relaxed. They melted.

"Why are you doing this?" the hero managed, pressing their face against the promise of the villain's shoulder.

"Kindness?"

"You're not kind."

The villain huffed, breath rustling the hero's hair. They pressed a kiss atop the hero's head. "Mm. Temporarily benevolent. No strings attached, pinky promise."

It was definitely suspicious, but it really did feel so unbelievably good. The hero felt like they'd settled into their bones for the first time in years. Maybe longer.

They really couldn't remember the last time someone touched them kindly, for an extended period of time. A brush of accidental touch in a crowd. A hairdresser's clinical contact. None of it was anything like what the villain gave them.

"That's better," the villain said, with a sigh. "Your nerve endings have stopped screaming at me."

"S-sorry. I-"

"It was merely an observation. You don't need to be sorry."

The hero expected the villain to get back to it, or step back. They didn't. It was probably the longest hug in the world.

Finally, the hero let themselves reach out, wrapping their arms around the villain in turn.

"Good," the villain said.

"Are we still...I shouldn't let you touch me. I'm not stupid."

"No."

"Are you going to let go of me?"

"When you actually want me to, sure."

"And you can...feel that?"

"Yes."

The hero squirmed with embarrassment. The villain tightened their grip again. The hero went still.

"Years," the hero whispered, finally. "It's been years. I can't remember the last time."

"Mm." The villain nuzzled into them. "That's not going to happen again. I don't believe in torture."

Neither of them much felt like fighting when they finally broke apart.

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