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its my baby's (diluc's) birthday!! April 30 and omg bro his birthday art is so fine like 👅👅

be resurrected queen we miss you

im actually sobbing at the fact that i haven't posted in so long and you all actually care (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

i'm so sorry for being gone for so long, but a quick life update: i'm in my final year of uni doing a master's degree with a dissertation so the workload is crazy rn, BUT i will be finished by the end of May and i have a job that i'll be starting after my exams so my only excuse for not writing then will be general laziness lmaooo

i love you all so very much for sticking around <3

and yes Diluc's birthday art is fiiiine, i just want to help him put his hair up, run my fingers through that big fluffy ponytail, maybe pull a little just to hear him groan... and the red suit!! (⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠) i am looking so disrespectfully. you might say i have... zoomed in on a jpeg in my time

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what r our thoughts on ifa's reveal 👀

he's sooo pretty (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) honestly I was getting kind burnt out on natlan but now I'm super hyped for the event with him!! the only thing breaking my heart is that (i think) he won't have an english va for a while? idk i haven't heard his voice and that's normally the thing that makes or breaks my crush yk?

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blah blah blah "cowboy vibes" "scars" "takes care of sick animals" "lazy chill vibes" can we please discuss ifa's choker tattoo before I pass out

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ꨄ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓

just playing with your beloveds flaccid dick in the mornings before he wakes up ♡

cast; Diluc, Alhaitham, Wriothesley x reader

warnings: fem reader, somno, sleepy men with soft n squishy cocks hehe, slight handjob, m receiving oral, fondling, some spit MINORS/BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Diluc’s eyes remain closed, his pale pink lips parted with a gentle snore as he adjusts his position in his bed, slinging an arm behind his head and doing a little stretch like a content kitten in the fog of cozy sleep. He dozes with his firey mane spread out against the gunmetal grey of silky sheets, and the hand that isn’t behind his head reaches down to haphazardly scratch at the deep red auburn of his happy trail that peeks out from the bedsheet that seems to barely be clinging to his waist. You think he looks like a painting, all the soft lines of his normally hardened body now relaxed, a body covered in scars that you kiss over and over, and his cock….well even as it lays flaccid against his thigh you can still make out its sheer girth as the sheet stretches against his lower body and shows its mouth watering outline. You chalk up the sudden urge to touch him even as he sleeps to a lack of self control when it comes to Diluc, always a little greedy with your rather stoic but gentle lover, your dainty hands finding themselves wandering as he chuckles and blushes, and his gallant demeanor that cracks as his own hands grope and squeeze your curves. Still, your heart remains so fond towards your lover who is sleeping soundly despite the growing sense of want in your lower belly. You quietly inch closer to him on the mattress, your palm gently splayed on his rugged abdomen, it’s always so warm - his skin.

You peek up at him through your lashes and his expression remains neutral in his sleep, even as your hand slips under the sheet to feel the silky skin of his cock. It’s sweetly supple in your hold and you give the lightest, tender squeeze that makes Diluc rasp out a noise of awakening. Your fingers delicately brush through his pubic hair and you hum, sitting up to support yourself on an elbow while your other hand aimlessly moves across Diluc’s crotch. The sheet moves from your touches and your eyes now lock onto his cock that remains soft and tender to the touch, running your thumb over the slit. He exhales a moan that thrills you and you cup his shaft, the beginnings of a hand job but you don’t get too carried away, because the cuteness of his limp dick is just too mesmerizing. Diluc then stirs and you bite your lower lip, giving his dick another well meaning squeeze. He hisses, and it pulses in your hand. With an innocent blink you smile at him as hazy eyes drift to the way you’re fondling him and in an almost instantaneous turn, his cock hardens in your grip. You giggle at the way his cheeks grow ruddy,

“Good morning darling, whatever ah- are you doing?” his deep morning voice asks groggily as his abs contract due to your fist moving up and down his shaft, precum already pearling at the tip like upon seeing your face alone - Diluc is ready to give you everything. You shift up on your knees and crawl over his body as his hands grab onto you at the waist, a fighters but also a lovers practiced reaction in swiftness, and you sit your luckily already unclothed pussy onto his rapidly hardening cock to swirl your hips. With a low exhale as you lean down to peck his lips, you answer his question,

“Just waiting for you to wake up.”

You inhale deeply at the scent of Alhaitham’s skin, smelling like a fresh soap and sandalwood, his chest hair soft and tickling your nose as you huddle closer to him. He’s sleeping soundly, and of course he is, when you’re beside him. You truly want to coo at his sleepy visage and the way his cheek is squished against the pillow. Your eyes trail down his lean torso until you can peek between your nude bodies and spy something that undoubtedly begins to make your lower regions ache without shame - his softened, sweetly drooping cock. It rests between your bodies, even in his restful state it appears large, long in length and prettily framed by his thatch of silvery pubic hair. You shift in the bed, carefully watching Alhaitham’s face as to not disturb his sleep too much while your fingers reach down to lightly graze themselves among his happy trail until you can cup the velvet skin of his ballsack. You chew your lip and allow your thumb to rub against his soft shaft, tracing the shape of him with tenderness and curious affection.

He exhales softly through his nostrils and you freeze only for a moment, watching your dear scribe settle back into the pillow that cradles his head. You smile at your small victory for a second, before in his sleep Alhaitham suddenly rolls onto his back with his arm still familiarly wrapped around your shoulders. You use this opportunity to nudge yourself down under the sheets to become face to face with his soft cock, and nuzzle it with your nose and mouthing at the slack state of it. It’s cute, you think, seeing it slung over to rest against his hairy thigh and easy to slip between your lips. He might grumble at you for waking him, but you can’t help the desire to slide your tongue along the skin of him, suckling on his tip and burying your nose into his pubic hair since it’s so easy to do while his dick isnt hard and prodding the back of your throat.

But, your playtime is cut short when Alhaitham shudders above the blankets and you feel his arm still around your shoulders tighten. Like clockwork, his cock rapidly grows against your spit slick lips and the fat vein on the underside of him grazes against your cheek. You hum with a smile and take him in your hand just as he lifts the sheets to stare at you with a heaving chest, pink cheeks, and a raised eyebrow. You give his now rigidly hard shaft a little squeeze, your lips playfully smearing at his frenulum and he grunts out with a lopsided smirk that in turn makes you throb between your legs,

“Enjoying your breakfast, are you?”

Wriothesley’s splayed out on his king sized bed, legs spread gratuitously you note as you return from your quick trip to the bathroom in the early morning. You have every intention to hop back into bed with him, the floor chilly under your bare feet and you know that once you’re back under the blankets he’ll instantly search for your body to be pressed to his once again even in his sleep. But you pause the rapid pitter patter of your tip - toeing to enjoy the sight in the dim light of his bedroom of his strong, hairy thighs open and the black silk sheets falling away from his chiseled figure that’s pleasingly presented to you like a marble statue ready for your fingers to be run over each ridge. His hefty cock rests between his legs, slack and hanging downwards, a thick patch of hair surrounding the base in a way that urges your mouth to fill with saliva at the sight.

And despite the call for more sleep, you suddenly plan to indulge. You head over to his side of the bed, mattress dipping where you kneel and Wriothesley suddenly lets out a snore which makes you laugh softly into your palm before you settle yourself between his legs. Your lashes flutter when you lower the tip of your nose to brush against the hair of his lower stomach, almost inhaling the smell of his natural musk from post shower and post sex with you from the night before, your hand reaching out to wrap your hand around his flaccid cock. It’s incredibly warm in your hand when you give an experimental squeeze, and then you exhale a slow breath as your lips wrap around his tip. His skin feels like velvet under your tongue as you almost roll him around in your mouth. You pause and take him from between your lips to allow a gratuitous amount of saliva to dribble onto Wriothesley’s cock before you almost slurp it back into your mouth. You lay your head on his muscular thigh and just…suck. It’s rather sweetly comforting in your mouth you think.

It’s not a few seconds later that your eyes flutter open at the sudden intrusion of his cock thickening between your lips, and you lift your head to see Wriothesley’s jaw tight, his tummy clenching. He relaxes only a little, seeing you happily nestled between his legs and now mouthing at his rapidly throbbing cock that almost casts a shadow over your sparkling eyes with the bigger he gets, and he raspily chuckles when your nails rake through his happy trail as you press a kiss to the base of his dick. His big hand comes to rest on the top of your head as he grits out his good morning greeting to which you reply with a long lick up his now impossibly firm shaft,

“I hope you enjoyed the wake up call, Your Grace.”

thank you for reading! reblogs and feedback always appreciated ♡

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imagine big boy diluc… like VERY HUGE!!1!1!!1 his beautiful thick arms are bigger than ur head, his tummy, his thighs, his ass, HIS TITS FBWNBDKWNDKW idk i have always hc him as big and hairy, it really suits him (in my opinion) and jesus my heart hurts when i imagine fucking him sooo good 😭😔😔😔😭😭😭😔😔

♡ Genshin Impact Big Boys ♡ Ughh you're sooo right- big boy Diluc please rearrange my guts ! ! Diluc needs to be built like Gallagher from hsr !

I've had this idea of him just rOTTING in my notes for genuinely over a year now- was waiting for someone to say it 😩

Warnings : 18+ Smut | Size Difference | Detailed body descriptions (we're analysing this man today)

Hope you enjoy ♡♡

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BigBoy!Diluc with his sleeves rolled up, dark hair on his arms on display from elbow to wrist. Forearms thick and veiny- so fucking strong, throwing you around with ease.

BigBoy!Diluc with his large hands, so warm and tough, bigger than your face. Imagining his palms caressing over your skin, sucking in the heat from his fingers. Archons his fingers, thick, long and calloused and yet still so pretty. Perfect for suckling and choking on them, sobbing when he finger fucks your pretty pussy.

BigBoy!Diluc who eats well, of course he does, with all that luxury and money. He's not as lean as he used to be, when he was the Cavalry Captain for the Knights of Favonious, but Gods was he still strong. Wielding that heavy claymore with ease, carrying stock boxes for the Tavern, effortlessly fucking you in the air, held up by just his hands.

BigBoy!Diluc with strong, broad shoulders, big back and biceps, filled out with thick muscle. Gods his chest- Pectorals filled out with fat and muscle, decorated in delicate freckles and moles and a decent patch of hair on his sternum - Pretty pink nipples sealing the deal.

BigBoy!Diluc with a little bit of a tummy, soft love handles barely peaking over his trousers, still packed with hard muscle, cushioned with a bit of fluff. Perfect for grabbing, pulling his hips towards your own.

BigBoy!Diluc with his hairy belly, leading down down into his pants, happy trail framing his tummy and torso perfectly.

BigBoy!Diluc with his thick thighs, perfect for you to sit on, snuggled in his lap like a lapdog. Perfect for you to straddle and ride, big, warm hands on your hips guiding you to hump on him like a puppy.

BigBoy!Diluc with his large, broad nose, always jabbing and nudging into your perfect pretty clit while he tongue fucks your pussy. His crimson eyes looking up at you from behind the arched bridge of his nose, drunk and bleary, teeth nearly accidentally biting into the soft flesh of your cunt.

BigBoy!Diluc and his fat cock. Thick and pudgy, angry, flushed pink tip oozing globs of pre down his shaft. Gods, his cock. Pulsing and flexing, pretty veins accenting his richly thick length. Heavy shaft bobbing with arousal, struggling to stand tall from its weight.

BigBoy!Diluc with his heavy breeder balls, perfectly accented by his thick thighs. Groomed but still hairy, perfectly pairing with his droopy, heavy cock.

BigBoy!Diluc who has stamina. Fucking up your pussy over and over, holding his warm hand on your tummy, over that thick belly bulge the pudgy head of his cock stabs into you.

BigBoy!Diluc who can easily take all those scratches, teethy kisses, the crescent moons of your nails digging into his back.

BigBoy!Diluc putting pants on in the morning, bare back covered in old scars and new nail scratches. He can barely shuck them on, hindered by the heavy swell of his cock and the thick of his ass.

BigBoy!Diluc who brushes your hair out of your face with his thick fingers, palm rested on your temple, oh so warm in the morning chill.

BigBoy!Diluc with his pretty smile, kissing a soft goodbye on your forehead with his plump lips.

BigBoy!Diluc who will be back later, wrapping you up in the comfiest hug, huge arms wrapped around your body, strength lifting you in a silly twirl, lips peppering hot kisses all on your face.

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omg guys I just realised I have 100 followers on this blog??? tysm to everyone who follows or interacts with my posts, it really means a lot 💜 and to the people who have sent in requests lately, don't worry, I'll get to them once my exam season is over in a couple of weeks (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

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HAVE YOU SEEN ORORON WITH THE BASS GUITAR? istg the headcanons are becoming real

gsjahdjsja I hadn't until I read this and then I ran to find it

honestly though how could they do this to me personally? I need to fuck that man this instant

imagining him in a modern!au... you're watching his band perform and he looks so good, all tattoos and studded leather as he plays...

and when you approach him after the show, instead of the lead singer or guitarist like most other groupies would, he gets flustered af...blushing and stammering and looking way less cool than he had on stage... how could you not want to take him to the bathroom right then and show him just how much you enjoyed the show?

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"the lonely one offers his blade too quickly to whomever he encounters."

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Almost 3 years since I started playing this game so have a redraw of my very first genshin fan art sfdg

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tried to have a mutual... failed :( that's okay though love and respect anyway <3

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bitches be like "i love writing fanfiction" and then constantly second guess themselves because what if they're not good enough what if it's cringe what if no one likes it what if people laugh when they see it what if i mischaracterized someone what if i didn't tag it properly what if what if what if

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kaeya's mather

and kaeyaaa🤏🏻

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I FW HIS DESIGN SO MUCHHHH ! imagine modern au ororon damn he would be a total crush 🤭 i wish he had piercings in game :( oh and my new thought: modern au ororon having a playlist for you know ;) some freaky times

are you kidding me?! modern au! soft spoken emo boy would be the love of my life tbh 😭

you're so right about the playlist thing too but it would be soft romantic songs and the playlist would be called like 'songs to make love to 🖤' or smth

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https://pin.it/5mrnSNove

so uhnmmm *giggles* do you get the vision?

oh bestie the way I gasped at this...

the thing is, Ororon wouldn't even understand why this is a problem. he'd see you flustered and assume he had done something wrong and try to pull his hand away. and if you told him how hot you thought it looked, he would be the one to get flustered and ask a bunch of questions about why

I can't cope with the idea of his tattoos on top of this though 😭 this is top secret info but I was an emo girl back in the 2010s so i really vibe with his entire design, when someone says he looks like he shops at hot topic I'm like 🤤 and the tattoos are just the cherry on top, I want to lick him all over

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Celestial Sun and Moons

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any virgin ororon x virgin f!reader thoughts? if you write nsfw of course 🫣

bestie... I had so many thoughts on this, and I hope you enjoy 💜

wc: 2.5k

Ororon's thoughts on sex were confused - in nature, it was a simple biological act of reproduction, of continuing a species, and he knew he wasn't prepared for children yet. However, in his time with the Fatui, some of the more vulgar agents drunkenly described the pleasure and thrill of it in ways that made his naive cheeks turn pink - he couldn't help but feel curious. Did it really feel that good?

In a similar fashion, the people of his tribe described it as a spiritual experience of two souls reaching out and touching each other in a way that brought the purest form of ecstasy known to humanity. This opinion had always led him to believe that sex simply wouldn't be for him - what pleasure could a broken soul provide, or even experience?

But a short while into your relationship, something started to happen to him. A simple touch from you had always set his heart racing, but somewhere along the way that rushing blood began flooding down to his cock, making him stir and twitch in his jeans. He found that he couldn't take his eyes off you when that happened, that the plush of your thighs suddenly seemed so inviting and the mere thought of your cleavage made him throb. 

Ororon touched himself to the thought of you, sprawled out across the bed in his messy bedroom as images of you flashed through his mind. His leaking cock twitched, precum lubricating his rapidly pumping fist as obscene moans echoed around the room like a reverberation of the pleasure he was experiencing at his own hand. He came the first time with a surprised shout of your name, his back arching off the mattress as he spurted thick, hot fluid onto his own stomach and chest. He didn't know all that much about sex, but he knew it was firmly on his mind now.

So, he was the first to mention it out of the two of you. "Have you ever had sex?" He asked bluntly one afternoon, and he was surprised to see the pink tinge to your cheeks and hint of shock in your eyes. Hadn't you been thinking of it too? He had assumed that you were, but now he wasn't so sure... But then, you answered his query with a faint shake of your head.

"W-why do you ask?"

Ororon may be naive, but he was no fool. He could recognise interest when he saw the glimmer of it in your beautiful eyes, heard it in the tremble of your voice. The seemingly innocent question was an opportunity, a door you were holding open for him. 

"I haven't either, but I've been thinking about it lately." He answered in that same nonchalant tone he always used. "With you, specifically. Have you ever wondered what it would be like?"

You blushed even more, taking your soft lower lip in between your teeth, and that was all it took for things to begin.

Ororon was gentle and a little clumsy as he figured out how to touch you for the first time. His kisses were chaste and experimental until his fingers traced over a spot on your inner thigh that made you gasp, and he was welcomed to the wet heat of your mouth. Oh, the taste of your mouth, the slickness of your tongue against his... his cock was throbbing, painfully hard in his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to see if your pussy was just as warm, just as inviting.

He wanted this to be good for you, though. So, he restrained himself for just long enough to tug your panties down your legs and familiarise himself with your slick heat. With your legs spread apart and his face level with her, he stared at the wetness gathered in your folds, hardly even noticing the way you trembled in anticipation. He hadn't even touched you yet, but the sight of you already soaked had him fascinated, and he darted his tongue out to taste the tempting, glistening flesh.

The sharp moan you let out at the contact was more than he could have ever dreamed of hearing. Within moments of registering the sweet tang of you on his tongue, he was bucking his hips against the mattress as the lapping motions of his tongue grew more persistent, and he moaned openly against your cunt with every dull pulse of pleasure that built in his gut. His eyes were closed in a pornographic image of contentment as he feasted, his fangs grazing over your twitching pussy and his hands gripping your thighs tighter than he intended as he held them open.

Ororon was equally concerned with your pleasure and his own. He explored every fold of your sweet pussy with his tongue, grinding the wet muscle around the clenching hole whilst trying to memorise the feeling and taste of it all, all whilst he humped the mattress with a growing desperation. The sounds you were making were fascinating to him - did this really feel that good to you? It felt incredible to him, so incredible that he knew he would probably cum in his pants like this if he kept going for much longer, but how good could it really feel to have someone's mouth on such a private part of your body?

At least, that was what he thought until you pushed his head away with a shaking hand and decided it was his turn. The moment your lips, wet and pink like petals in the morning dew, wrapped around his hot, needy tip, he was gone. Gasping and whining like a tragic little puppy, his fingers found their way into your hair with a surprising strength and anchored themselves there, grounding himself as you ran your tongue around the sensitive tip of his cock experimentally.

It wasn't a particularly talented blowjob, yet Ororon sobbed when you worked him only halfway into your mouth, sucking lightly and hardly bobbing your head due to the fingers gripping tight to your hair - and then he was barrelling towards the edge. The feeling of approaching an orgasm in your mouth was so intense, so much more powerful than with just his hand, that he didn't even think to warn you, and only realised his mistake when you let out a muffled yelp around him.

"Oh... sorry." He mumbled, flushed and expecting an earful from you about how inconsiderate it had been - but then he saw the glimmer in your eye.

"It's okay." You whispered, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of your messy lips, and you ran a hand up his thigh in a way that could only be described as sinfully alluring. "Do you want to keep going?"

"Yes." He answered immediately with a sweet little nod and wide eyes that stared at you. "Can we, please?"

You nodded, and Ororon had never been quite so excited in his life. Helping you out of your clothes felt like peeling open his first ever Bulle fruit, shipped all the way from Fontaine... it was new, and exciting, and he couldn't wait to delve in and taste everything that the sweet flesh had to offer. 

You helped him undress similarly, and he grew even harder just from watching you tugging at his tight jeans with a groan of frustration. Maybe you were feeling just as desperate as he was right now. He helped you to get them off, shucking them onto the pile of clothing on the floor with a heavy thunk, and suddenly you were both naked and nervous.

Ororon's hands found your cheeks as he knelt between your parted thighs, holding your gaze unwaveringly. No matter how difficult you looked to resist all spread out like this, it was your comfort that was his priority.

"Please... tell me what feels good. I really have no idea what I'm doing." He murmured earnestly. 

His hips slotted easily between yours, and he quickly figured out the best way to hold his weight without crushing you with it. With one arm reaching to wrap a fist around his already throbbing length and the other anchored to the bed beside your head, he angled it towards you, dragging the thick head through your soaked folds, but a whimper from you caused his actions to pause.

"Sorry, did I hurt you? Am I going too fast? We can stop, if you want to." Ororon asked, panicked and anxious. 

"N-No, it was just... new. It felt good." You assured him, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and he relaxed a little.

"C-can you..." he mumbled as he tried to find where to aim his tip a little clumsily.

Your hand joined his around his cock, and guided him towards your entrance. He felt it catch, felt the very tip slip into your warm, wet heat, and his teeth sank into his own lip. If this was what just the tip felt like, how was he going to last once he was inside you?

The process of working his way in was slow and overwhelming. Ororon had never even considered whether his dick may be bigger than average, but slipping it into your tight pussy inch by inch seemed to take forever. His hands clenched on the sheets as he watched it disappear inside your fluttering hole, and he tried his best to bite back every whimper he wanted to let free just so that he could hear your breathless moans. 

Finally, his slow rock into you was stopped as his pubic bone met yours, his aching cock fully enveloped in the warmth of your most sensitive area, and the feeling took his breath away. He could feel all of you, every ridge and bump, every twitch and clench, all accompanied by the sound of your heavy breathing mixed with his... and he understood the appeal of all of this now. He had never been so truly connected to anyone before, both literally and metaphorically. Even his broken soul was far from the forefront of his mind as he leaned down, one arm still caging you in beside your head and the other intertwining his fingers with yours, giving a reassuring squeeze.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his soft voice coming out far hoarser than he had intended.

You nodded, blinking up at him with those perfect eyes, glassy and hooded with the overwhelming sensation of being stretched around him.

"Yeah, Ororon, please..." you whispered, hooking your knees on either side of his hips and pulling him somehow deeper, as though this was natural to you. "Y-you can move..."

He released a shaky breath, and gave a slow, experimental roll of his hips. His cock dragged along your inner walls sinfully, pulling out only a couple of inches before pressing back into the addictive wetness, and he moaned, loud and obscene. 

Everything he had heard about this act seemed to make sense all at once. It was instinctual, the need to bury himself deep and never leave, just like the animals in the wilderness. It was joyous, something he wanted to gush about to anyone who would listen, just like those Fatui had. But most of all... it was spiritual. He was inside you, and it felt incredible. His tribe were right.

He kept his pace slow and deep, never withdrawing all the way out of you before canting his hips forward until his pubic bone pressed against your twitching pussy, drawing out the sweetest sounds from your lips. It took a little while to truly find a rhythm, simply because of how distracted he was by all of the different stimuli going on, all the new sights and sounds and scents - Archons, no one had warned him about the smell that clung to the air, heady and sweet.

Eventually though, he found a pace that worked for you both. One of his hands found its place on your waist, pulling you in gently against his thrusts. The sounds you were both making were loud and uninhibited, and it only made him more desperate, more in love with the experience.

"Hah... I'm, ah, I can't stop," Ororon whispered, staring down at your expression; your parted lips heaving pants and moans into the air, your eyes glazed and heavily lidded - you were a picture of obscenity, and he imagined he looked similar.

"D-don't stop, Ororon, please," you whimpered, and he felt himself throbbing inside your gummy walls, the end he had become so familiar with in recent months coming ever closer, and it was far more intense than it had ever been with just his own hand.

He picked up the pace, grunting and moaning hoarsely with every plunge of his cock into your cunt. The sound of every collision, that heavy wet squelch, was driving him wild. 

"I... oh, I'm c-close," he whined, ducking his head down to kiss at the curve of your shoulder, the perfect column of your throat. "A-are you going to..?"

"Yes," You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut and nodding frantically, "yeah, oh Archons, I-I'm close..."

He moaned, and without thinking, bit down on your shoulder, sinking his fangs into the soft, smooth skin. It felt primal, he couldn't explain it, but it seemed like it was the right thing to do, because suddenly you were clenching around him, crying out in bliss and gushing around his cock as you came.

Ororon kept going, kept thrusting his hard length wildly into the sopping hole until he could feel his release approaching, it was right there... then at the very last second, he pulled out of the warmth of your pussy, barely having time to wrap his fingers around himself before he was cumming, gasping and spurting thick lines of cum over your stomach. His body twitched and bucked, his eyes closed under the weight of it all for a few moments.

Then, he collapsed back down, hardly even bothered by the sticky sensation between your bodies as he laid atop you like a blanket.

"Wow... I had no idea it would feel so... powerful." He mused quietly, his voice a breathy whisper against your collar. He pulled back slowly, looking down at you with unrestrained affection. 

"Me neither." You whispered back, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Archons, you were so pretty.

"W-was it good for you, too?" He asked softly, his gaze falling to the marks left my his teeth on your shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry... did I hurt you? I really didn't mean to, I just, I don't know what came over me..."

But you shook your head, looping your arms around his neck to pull him down closer, until all he could focus on were the tiny details of your face. The soft flutter of your lashes, every tiny freckles on your face, the flyaway strands of hair that tickled his cheeks as he leaned in.

"It didn't hurt at all." You whispered, brushing your lips against his. "It was amazing, Ororon. You were amazing."

His heart could have exploded in his chest right then; he knew in that moment that he would never be able to get enough of this, of this feeling of warmth and connection and love.