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A Goat as a Symbol of Fertility

Written for Season of Kink 2022

Prompt: Worship (2022)

Title: A Goat as a Symbol of Fertility

Ship: Nerþuz/Sharena

Fandom: Fire Emblem Heroes

Rating: E

Word Count: 5,658

Warnings: None

Tags: Animal Traits, Multiple Orgasms, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Scissoring, Breeding Kink, Virginity Kink, First Time, Crying During Sex, Unhygienic

This had truly been a peculiar week for the Order of Heroes, Sharena thought to herself as she finally had a minute to spare.

It had been busy, busy busy from the get-go and she couldn’t explain it. It seemed like everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. Lost and found requests sky rocketed to the point that not even every single Byleth summoned could keep up with the push and pull of demands and helpfulness. The crops in the Aether Paradise withered despite a core group attending to their every need. And finally? Weapons seemed to deal less damage than usual, didn’t matter if it was in training or an actual battle, calculations fell short each and every time despite Kiran being a mathematical whiz.

Sharena just couldn’t explain it. Was there something in the air? The water? What did astrology have to stay, maybe it was the stars’ fault or maybe…

“Oh, dearest, I am so sorry for causing such trouble this week.” Nerþuz apologised miserably.

“Ehh? What are you talking about, Lady Nerþuz? How could it possibly be you?” Sharena empathised.

But there went her spare minute to herself.

Seriously, she just wanted a few minutes to unwind as she hoped tomorrow and the next week would be better.

Nerþuz had let herself into Sharena’s room as she was known to do on occasion. It was hard to say no to an air headed goddess, she was too used to getting her own way and usually, Sharena didn’t mind the company. As the Princess of Askr and one of the inner echelon of the Order of Heroes, she prided herself on customer service and making herself available to each and every Hero. No problem too small!

Hence why she was so tired. If she didn’t have anyone asking about a missing hair ribbon ever again it would be too soon, seriously Tethys, she was usually so organised!

“Oh but it is.” Nerþuz insisted as she cradled her cheek in her hand, looking down on Sharena with pity. “When worship wanes and I disconnect from all the needs of all my little pets, things tend to go awry. I’m certain this week's mishaps are, therefore, my fault.”

“Really?” Sharena asked sceptically. Her brows furrowed as she failed to make whatever connection Nerþuz had.

“Yes, really.” Nerþuz replied, pouting since she could feel Sharena’s tangible disbelief. “All of it is connected to the land, of course. The joys, the sorrows, they all come from the resources that I preside over as steward of that domain. So, the lack of worship has caused disarray.”

Here, she made a graceful gesture with her hand and her Beast Stone, Horn of the Land, manifested from thin air. With it, came the proof of her claims as there was something wrong with it. The beautiful rose quartz-like stone with faucets that usually shimmered like the cascading droplets of a waterfall had dulled and lost its lustre.

“With my power in flux, the magic of the land has waned and we are all worse for it. Suffering in our own ways…” Nerþuz lamented.

“I see…” Sharena replied, chewing on her words before she sighed and mustered a genuine, if tired, smile. “So how can I help? This is fixable, yes?”

“Oh, very fixable.” Nerþuz informed her quickly, nodding her head.

“Excellent, let’s get to it.” Sharena beamed.

Nerþuz laughed darkly, “I will require some time to prepare, but your enthusiasm already goes a mile.”

“Ah, I’m glad.” Sharena said.

“Give me a few moments and I will come back then together, we shall partake in my favourite form of worship, I’m sure you will do well with it.” Nerþuz purred. Her voice turned silky and sultry out of nowhere.

Sharena gulped. Eyes wide. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt Nerþuz assess her with eyes that undressed her.

“Be back soon.” Nerþuz bade her.

Sharena waved goodbye and watched as Nerþuz left. There was a sashay to her voluptuous hips as she wandered off, leaving through the heavy wooden door to her bedroom and letting it thud behind her. Sharena let go of a breath that she didn’t know she was holding.

This was going to be interesting. Or a disaster. But most likely, an interesting disaster. There was no doubt in Sharena’s mind though she didn’t know what to expect.

The silver jewellery she was gifted afterwards was already not on her bingo card as Nerþuz returned in due time. A goddess was never late, after all, Princess Sharena was merely anticipating it too much and that converted into impatience. Duh.

Nerþuz arrived in Sharena’s bedchambers again around midnight. A far cry from the sunset that she had initially visited within. Yet when she returned, she seemed far more awake, more alert. Sharena, meanwhile, disturbed from her slumber as she had given up on the idea of Nerþuz returning before dawn quite frankly.

Nerþuz seemed to relish the disruption, however, as there was an impish smile on her face that highlighted her unusual pupils. Sometimes, they were circular but other times, like right now in the twinkling dim of starlight and Sharena’s candles, they were rectangular.

She took the lead now that she was here. Home, really, in Sharena’s bedroom. She brought Sharena from her bed to her little powder table, set up with a mirror and perfumes and other trinkets that she clearly held near and dear. From there, Nerþuz was ready to relinquish her goods she wished to gift to Sharena.

“Here you go, my darling. Enjoy these boons from yours truly.” Nerþuz lavished her with praise and presents. She unfurled a long necklace from her elegant fingers. It swung like a pendulum afterwards.

“Th-Thank you, Lady Nerþuz, I will cherish it.” Sharena replied, both her and her reflection became excited.

“I’m sure.” Nerþuz replied as she toyed with Sharena’s hair.

Her fingers ran through the thick, blonde strains. She bundled up Sharena’s ponytail in soothing, grooming actions and lifted it up, giving Sharena the chance to adorn herself with the necklace that Nerþuz had gifted her. It was long and trailing, with tiny, silver chains that interconnected and was adorned with the emblem of a goat with prominent horns.

“Where did you get it?” Sharena asked as she picked up the pendant to admire it. Its eyes - of rose quartz - glittered in what moonlight the faucets reflected.

“I have my sources.” Nerþuz replied evasively.

She stopped running her fingers through Sharena’s hair and let it go. It fluttered down and Nerþuz touched her shoulder.

“Are you ready to thank me for these gifts?” Nerþuz asked.

A shiver ran down Sharena’s spine, “O-Of course, my lady.”

“Good.” Nerþuz said. A wicked smile pricked on her lips.

At this prompt, Sharena got up from her chair seated in front of her dresser. She flattened out her night gown as she stood to her full height, fidgeting with it and thus inviting Nerþuz’s hand to swat her away from such unnecessary things. Nerþuz tutted as she began to inspect the tassels on Sharena’s dress, hanging off her collar.

Nerþuz found the dress modest and dowdy. It detracted from the necklace that Sharena was wearing greatly but that was fixable.

“Undress. Now. I want to see you wearing the necklace I gave you and only it.” Nerþuz instructed Sharena.

“O-Of course.” Sharena squeaked, blushing. She felt wet, all of a sudden and that embarrassed her.

Nerþuz let go and Sharena stripped naked.

Her body was small and flat, with a somewhat toned stomach and slender limbs. It was clear that she was a soldier but she was a princess first with such delicate proportions despite what yardwork with a spear had taught her.

Best of all for Nerþuz regarding Sharena’s appearance was how good looked with the necklace’s pendant hanging between her breasts.

“Lovely.” Nerþuz commented adoringly, her voice was full of lust and there were hearts all but in her eyes as she looked over Sharena lasciviously.

“Thank you, my lady.” Sharena demurely replied.

Nerþuz guided Sharena back to her own bed, over her charming rug and under the gauzy curtain of her four posters. Sharena was centred into the middle of her bed, where it was warmest and softest. Her bottom was tickled by the silken sheets as Nerþuz mounted her.

She dominated over her, held her down by her wrists and positioned herself between Sharena’s artfully splayed legs. The shadow that she cast was angular across Sharena’s stomach, her chest overlapping with the pendant which was still nestled between Sharena’s bosom.

“Did you know?” Nerþuz asked. “Goats symbolise fertility.” She reared back now that she had Sharena exactly where she wanted her.

“I did not.” Sharena admitted in a small voice.

“Well, you will come to know why quite intimately in a few short moments then.” Nerþuz told her to much delight. She placed her hand in front of her and began to admire her buffed nails. “There is no ritual more fitting for the rebirth of the land than that of two bodies in motion, don’t you agree?”

“M-Makes sense.” Sharena replied.

“I’m glad.” Nerþuz said.

Nerþuz ceased her admiration of her nails and returned her attention back to where it rightfully belonged: on Sharena. She smiled, licked her lips, and just that was enough to have Sharena swooning. Nerþuz placed one hand down for balance and with her other, she began to get to work: to show Sharena just how sweet and virginal she was if a mere look was enough to rouse her.

Sharena simpered as she was fingered. She squirmed against her bed, moaning and huffing with each and every stroke. Nerþuz was using only one finger and already, she had Sharena melted like putty.

It was almost too easy to the point that there was no fun in it.

But Nerþuz was not an unkind goddess nor was she a cruel mistress. She would ensure that Sharena got everything and more from this fingering.

Sharena hands grappled with what she could of her sheets. She held onto them and twisted into it as Nerþuz slipped a second finger inside of her. Sharena moaned so deep Nerþuz could see her diaphragm underneath her taut belly move with the exhale as breath was pushed out and pleasure drawn inwards in balance.

“So cute…” Nerþuz murmured to herself as she relished these expressions of Sharena’s.

Particularly as she became emboldened to stroke her clit. Small, fleeting touches via the pads of her fingertips - her forefinger and her middle finger, exactly - that had Sharena pulsate and throb. All she had to do was probe Sharena’s folds, mapping her needy pussy and that sent her wild with desire further into the soft of her bed.

“Poor pet… Your princessly duties forbid touching yourself, don’t they?” Nerþuz pitied her.

Sharena blushed. She inhaled sharply as Nerþuz concentrated her efforts on her clit. The sensitive nerves reacting to her fingers in disproportion, Sharena was sure and yet could do little more but surrender to these waves of pleasure.

“Ah. Hit the nerve, did I?” Nerþuz joked. “Then allow me the privilege of being your first, my dear.”

Sharena came promptly after such a remark but Nerþuz continued to stir her pussy. She enjoyed deeply how Sharena’s arousal drenched her fingers as she came. It was an affair for all her body: her heart that hammered in her chest, for her head which rolled back and her breasts that shuddered. To say nothing of the gush and twitch of her pussy as she cummed on Nerþuz’s fingers through yet more penetration.

Nerþuz went through her motions three more times. She used all her wrist as her fingers glided through Sharena’s fingers. Sharena came again as she was given no reprieve from the sensations that Nerþuz had down to a fine art. Formulaic, circular motions which were well rehearsed and therefore suited for someone so inexperienced as Sharena.

“Perfect.” Nerþuz murmured as she finally withdrew her fingers, giving Sharena a break.

Or so she thought.

Sharena relaxed into the cushiony mattress of her bed and eased her breathing. In and out, in and out. She already felt as though she were on cloud nine and Nerþuz shared that sentiment but…

The night was young. Nerþuz was old. Older than the forests and the mountains but she had yet to outgrow the ego and id that festered inside of her. Instead, she revelled in it and and the whims manifested from them, were the only masters that she was beholden to.

She wanted nothing more than to partake in further worship of this kind with her dear Sharena, so full of youth and vitality. Even if she did not know it as her pleasure left a patch of wetness beneath her and her head spinning as she committed such ecstasy to memory.

“I want more, pet.” Nerþuz selfishly requested of Sharena.

“Huh?” Sharena gasped, confused, she echoed Nerþuz with her voice wobbling, “More?”

“Yes, more.” Nerþuz replied.

Sharena reacted with disbelief but she felt her refractory period dwindle by the second as she met - and connected with - Nerþuz’s insatiable gaze. Her attention drawn to Nerþuz’s hand as she drew it up to her face and her fingers glistened in the low light with Sharena’s slick.

“You are so cute, my darling, I just can’t help myself,” Nerþuz said as she licked Sharena’s arousal off her fingertips, “I need to eat you out. Now be a good pet and allow me to use all your body. The least you can do as a filthy human who uses all my domain’s resources.”

“You have my blessing, my lady.” Sharena replied.

Nerþuz smiled, “Wonderful.”

She bent down and positioned herself between Sharena’s legs. She put them over her head and coaxed Sharena to lift herself slightly off the bed for a better angle. From there, Nerþuz breathed deep the delectable aroma of Sharena’s aroused womanhood and began to eat her out.

What a treat her favourite human in the whole wide world was for her tongue… She was simply divine.

Sharena was so tight and sensitive. Her reactions, whether they were a twitch or a spasm, could not be fully predicted and Nerþuz enjoyed that. She was deep and thorough as she explored Sharena’s nether regions with her tongue. Pressuring her closer and closer to that climactic breaking point in which she could come and Nerþuz was curious.

With just fingers, Nerþuz learned that Sharena got wetter and looser but what if it were different with tongue? Nerþuz simply had to know as she dedicated more and more of her method to finding out exactly that.

“Ooh, my lady, my lady, I-I’m… I can’t!” Sharena babbled.

Her voice was high and strained. Her lower belly ached and her legs kicked. The littlest lashing of Nerþuz’s tongue had Sharena all but rolling over. The pleasure swept through her with every swipe of Nerþuz’s tongue through her core.

In turn to such musicality of her pleasure, Nerþuz moaned back and into Sharena’s flesh. Her voice reverberated through her and heightened her pleasure. She turned slick with sweat, her skin shiny and red as she simply could not take it.

This was past her point of no return, she was certain but Nerþuz wanted to see completely and utterly undone.

“Lady Nerþuz! This is… This is too much!” Sharena whimpered.

Sharena bucked her hips involuntarily against Nerþuz’s face. Nerþuz tempered her but Sharena’s tension had snapped. Thin, streaky tears turned jagged down the side of her round, cherubic cheeks. She breathed ragged and hard and she came.

There was nowhere else for all the energy built up within her from Nerþuz’s cunnilingus upon her but out.

With the occurrence of both her tears and her orgasm, Sharena’s taste of arousal took on a sharper note of salt, Nerþuz noticed. Yet Sharena’s cries were so charming. Especially as she came. Her levee broke and she came tumbling down. Sharena moaned, long and winding, as that initial resistance to her orgasm became acceptance and with it, bliss.

Nerþuz couldn’t get enough of it. Whether it was her taste or the look of her face, Nerþuz was utterly greedy for her favourite worshipper.

Nerþuz lifted her head out from between Sharena’s legs and gave her a moment. Her whole body shuddered with her orgasm. It was like thunder and lightning, this first time orgasming - and from the skill of another woman’s tongue, no less. It was beyond Sharena’s wildest wet dreams as she recuperated, her chest rising and falling, her pendant slipping askew around the arch of her trembling ribcage.

Nerþuz swallowed the last of Sharena’s arousal that marred her ruby red lips, licking off the fluids delectably, “My word, Sharena…” Nerþuz gasped and she reached forward to place her hand over Sharena’s belly. “I can practically taste how fertile you are.”

Sharena whined. Embarrassed. Her heart raced. Was her apparent fertility something to be proud of or reviled? She wasn’t sure.

Make no mistake, however. It was the former. Nerþuz keened on these little facts she was making up as she deduced from the taste of Sharena’s cunt the rest of her reproductive system. As though she were a connoisseur of wine and imagining floral notes, additives of peach and elderberry to accompany the traditional fermented grapes of red and white.

“You are, perhaps… the only human worthy to worship me.” Nerþuz mused aloud after much consideration. “To know the daughter of Askr has a womb destined to bear so many fruits, to ensure many more generations to steward the land of Askr… It would thrill your now deceased god, I’m sure.”

Nope, definitely the latter. For Sharena. Her insides twisted underneath such bizarre assessments of them.

“Take heart, princess, for I am ready for you.” Nerþuz continued.

Sharena tilted her head up, “You are?” she asked nervously.

“Indeed.” Nerþuz confirmed.

She gave Sharena a moment of repose. It was inelegant and gawky yet adorable, making Nerþuz laugh patiently as Sharena wriggled up and then got onto her knees. She held onto the pendant for good luck as she met Nerþuz’s gaze for the next phase.

“This is where the worship truly begins. Now, submit to me, human.” Nerþuz said as she prepared herself to be eaten out herself.

Her hand slid down her plush thigh to draw attention to her movements. She opened up her legs and laid herself down into the soft of Sharena’s bed. She sighed, luxuriating, as she awaited Sharena’s response after this languid lull of movement and discourse.

“Yes, my lady.” Sharena replied at long last after chewing her own lip, mad with burgeoning lust that only a virgin on the cusp of changing that status could be privy to.

Sharena was enraptured as she watched Nerþuz undress. She was tantalisingly slow as she unwrapped herself from her various raiments, capes, and shafts of her dress. She gathered them up, pushed them out of the way and then revealed the last of what clothed her: her panties.

Nerþuz especially took her sweet time as Sharena’s eyes traced her movements. She drew attention to her legs, to her hips and thighs as the lacy garment came undone and taken off before being flung unceremoniously onto the floor.

Sharena knelt on the sheets of her and stared into the abyss: the gaping womanhood of a goddess. She licked her lips as she truly took in what she was seeing of Nerþuz. How Nerþuz was dripping wet with thick folds to her vagina. It would be untoward to compare it to an animal’s but Sharena couldn’t help but be struck by a similarity, even an oblique one. Nerþuz already bore the gnarled horns of an elden goat, so would it really be so unbelievable that other parts of her were not quite human?

Now taught the best way to perform cunnilingus, Sharena did her best to return all favours that Nerþuz had thus far bestowed upon her.

The result was mixed. Mostly sweet, however, adorable but yes, sorely inexperienced but Nerþuz was certain she could whip her pet into shape with the right praise and correct incentives. She cooed and sighed as Sharena ate her out.

Sharena was nose to Nerþuz’s closely cropped pubic hair. She was using all her mouth to muster as much force as she could though her tongue did seem woefully tied as she could only reach so far with it. Nonetheless, she wasn’t overly impeded where it mattered.

She lapped at Nerþuz’s clitoris with cute, little kitten licks. She was gentle and that went a long way for impressing Nerþuz. Her breath hitched here and there, her heart skipped a beat, as Sharena licked through her cunt and suckled her clit at the end of every swipe. She was rather up and down but whatever worked for her first time.

Genuinely, though Nerþuz only had kind things to say.

“Good work, pet… You are so innocent. I can tell you’ve never allowed yourself a fantasy, never wanted another being carnally and yet… you work so hard. This is what makes you so endearing, princess.” Nerþuz complimented Sharena whilst running in her hand through Sharena’s hair.

A shiver ran down Sharena’s spine. Her tongue was numb with the godly nectar that moistened Nerþuz’s cunt. She was dripping wet and tasted like ambrosia, Sharena couldn’t get enough as she did her best to eat Nerþuz out because she was right.

It was both a compliment and a criticism, after all. Nerþuz praising her inexperience was both a virtue and a vice. A princess was to be chaste after all but how was a worshipper meant to pray if the method was ineffectual? How troubling…

Nonetheless, Sharena’s earnest nature more than made up for it as she got full on Nerþuz’s pussy. And, in turn Nerþuz was satiated on Sharena’s tongue.

It took a little grace on Nerþuz’s behalf but Sharena really was doing her best. A little extra fantasy went a long way for someone as old and experienced as Nerþuz as she was eaten out. There was one thing on her mind regarding her princess…

This was a ritual of fertility as it was an act of worship, after all, and so Nerþuz entangled herself with the imagined fiction of seeing Sharena’s middle swell with a baby. She would look precious, she would look just like her mother before her, Nerþuz was sure. Oh, it would be adorable as she took upon the perverse pleasure of wanting to be the one to imbue Sharena with such a state.

More on that to come, Nerþuz was sure.

As her fantasies began to get away on her, Sharena emboldened. As though she could taste that Nerþuz was close as her voice got louder and louder, reverberating up from her belly and beyond as she was licked. Kissed. Suckled. Everything and more that Sharena could conjure in her first time.

Nerþuz’s head tilted back, her hair cascaded down and she moaned, long and lewd, as she felt Sharena’s tongue probe her pussy until she came.

Nerþuz’s orgasm was majestic, somehow. Her voice was melodic as she drew forth a dulcet vocalisation of how her pleasure rippled through it. The ambrosia of her arousal sweetened as Sharena, just like Nerþuz had with her, rode through the wave by licking Nerþuz’s cunt even as she spasmed and twitched with her climax.

“You learn fast.” Nerþuz giggled. “We’ll make an adept cleric of you one day, princess.”

That was permission, Sharena figured, to ease up. So, she did. She drew back, returned herself onto her knees, polite as polite could be. She didn’t wipe her face clean but there was a twinkle upon her lips that only Nerþuz could see in the low light of the night. The witching hour was imminent and they would have to celebrate.

“Thank you, Lady Nerþuz.” Sharena murmured, happy to be praised.

Such was obvious across her face, the demure smile. Giving Nerþuz the chance to beckon her forth with the demeaning waggle of a finger. Her eyes took upon an uncharacteristic hardness - or perhaps an all too fitting one, considering the rose quartz embedded in the sockets of the goat emblem Sharena wore.

“Lean in, pet, come closer.” Nerþuz propositioned Sharena, her voice was guile.

Sharena nodded her head. She scooted closer but that seemed ineffectual and time wasting, so Nerþuz had to grab her by the hand to hasten her. Sharena took a sharp breath upon being tugged by her wrist and Nerþuz swooped in. She kissed Sharena on her lips, forcing the princess to taste her own pussy.

“Do you like that…?” Nerþuz whispered through the kiss.

She licked and suckled through it, macking on Sharena more than Sharena kissed her back. Their tastes pervaded and exchanged: sweet and salty and so, so strange.

Yet Sharena liked it.

She liked how rough and dominant Nerþuz was with her. The way Nerþuz’s tongue mapped the inside of her mouth. The texture of it was bristled but the elasticity to it intrigued her. Nerþuz explored the edge of all her teeth, as though fascinated them and flexed her tongue against Sharena’s. Timidly, Sharena kissed back and that turned Nerþuz on very much.

Nerþuz kissed back harder, though not necessarily lip to lip. As they progressed, the less neat that they got. Near enough was good enough as their lips turned kiss swollen and hungry. Saliva smeared between them as Nerþuz coaxed yet more of Sharena’s lust from inside of her.

The more Nerþuz kissed Sharena, the more she got used to it and thus, she kissed back. To Nerþuz’s utter delight. She liked Sharena’s taste even better when she requited the fervent passion that Nerþuz inflicted upon her in the course of their worship.

Which was about to deepen still.

“I want to scissor you.” Nerþuz drawled. “I want to open up your legs and get you pregnant.”

“O-oh, goodness.” Sharena exclaimed.

She allowed herself to be tugged along by Nerþuz, pulled into place which was her lap. Their legs entangled, slid past their waists and had them confront one another in a way that oral sex had not yet caused them to clash. This was, somehow, the closest they had come to one another throughout their trysts. Now, they were face to face, chest to chest, and cunt to cunt.

“Have at me with all your might, human,” Nerþuz dared her, “prove to me you are a worthy successor to the land, that you will fight for it.”

“U-Understood, mistress.” Sharena said.

Sharena half-twisted at her waist. She planted one hand on her bed and got as solid a grip as she could with her slippery sheets. With the other, she offered it to be held by Nerþuz.

Nerþuz smiled sweetly and did the same. One hand down to keep her balance and the other, she returned Sharena’s reach. Their fingers slid against one another then interlocked. Sharena squeezed her hand and Nerþuz nodded.

From here on out, however, it would be full and animalistic sex. Greedy and selfish and messy.

It was a back and forth not unlike a fight, honestly. That was the best way that Sharena could think of it as she maintained a pace to rival Nerþuz’s rhythm. The grinding of their cunts against each other was like that of a spear meeting a sword. There was a lot of power behind each thrust - and some grunting and groaning, too.

The stamina used up was palpable, truly pushing them both to the absolute limit and finding greatness within it. Their gaze maintained as well. It was hard and hot, with sweat dripping off their brows yet playful too. Nerþuz enjoyed herself tremendously as they pushed against one another, lip to lip, arduously engaged in the act.

“Do you feel that?” Nerþuz asked as she thrust against Sharena’s cunt. “My essence?”

Sharena, teary-cheeked and puffy eyed, nodded, “I-I can, my lady, I - I can feel it drip inside of me.”

“Good.” Nerþuz replied. “Do you recall? Earlier? When I asked if you knew that goats symbolise fertility, do you understand now?”

“Y-Yes, my lady, I do.” Sharena panted.

Pleased by this answer, Nerþuz bucked her hips forward once more. She pushed Sharena’s legs further past their natural elasticity - of which, there wasn’t a fantastic amount to begin with. She squealed, her head lolled back but it appeared to be in pleasure as she moaned and squealed as though it were she who was in heat.

Their cunts pressed together sloppily in a kiss. Both of them grinded against the other, hips in full force. Nerþuz was more overbearing as Sharena took every impact with burnt up endurance. The act of scissoring against one another was full of wet friction and plentiful stimulation.

“With just a snap of my fingers, I could get you pregnant with my magic and my essence.” Nerþuz murmured, her mouth full of drool just thinking about how cute Sharena would be, round with goat kids, holding onto her belly. It would be just delicious.

“Would you do it?” Nerþuz purred. “Would you bear my children, princess?”

“Yes! I-It would be an honour, my goddess.” Sharena dared her, eyes spiralling with desire as she overflowed with orgasm after orgasm.

Nerþuz giggled enigmatically. Perhaps not yet, she thought to herself. Sharena had quite a future ahead of her after all before she could become saddled with a litter but the concept lit a fire in them both and that would be enough for now. Together, with one last push, they enjoyed a final orgasm together.

Nerþuz came delicately whilst Sharena’s last hurrah had her exhausted beyond compare.

Sharena flopped back and stared at the ceiling through the gauze of her bed’s curtains. Her eyes spiralled and she saw stars, there was a dopey grin across her face as she was spread eagle in the middle of the soft mattress. Her breathing steady as she marinated the hedonism and the pleasure and the effort well spent.

Nerþuz found it adorable as it was her turn to remain on her knees, the lower half of her face hidden behind her hand ever so demure. Not to say she wasn’t exhausted either - or under satisfied for that matter. She was in the sweet spot, her head enchanted with all these lovely memories and re-energised by the magic of the worship.

“Goodness gracious, Lady Nerþuz, that was…” Sharena couldn’t even finish her thought, let alone her sentence.

“I’m glad, princess.” Nerþuz purred.

She lowered herself down and slotted against Sharena’s body. She was slick with sweat, soft with all her human squishiness. It was endearing as Nerþuz cuddled in and Sharena allowed her to. She turned her head and Nerþuz leaned in.

She pecked Sharena’s nose, “Sweet dreams.” she whispered.

“I will.” Sharena said. “But… will doing this really fix all the problems the Order’s had this week?”

Nerþuz blinked. Partly out of disbelief and partly because this, too, was why Sharena was all too cute. She cuddled Sharena more aggressively, nuzzling her cheek into Sharena’s breasts. Her horns narrowly missing Sharena’s head at this angle.

Nerþuz heard Sharena’s heartbeat and felt the way the chain of the necklace had warmed against her also.

“Yes, my dear, I promise.” Nerþuz replied. “And if it doesn’t? Well, we’ll just have to try again.”

“Oh my, I-I don’t know i-if I have the-”

“I tease, I tease.” Nerþuz assured her, interrupting her. “My Beast Stone is fully restored thanks to our… animal instincts melding together, I haven’t a doubt in my mind that many of the Askran’s lands problems have now been absolved.”

“Okay, that’s good.” Sharena replied.

“Don’t let me keep you, good night, Sharena.” Nerþuz bade her. All whilst she danced a twirl with her fingers just above Sharena’s naval.

“Thank you, Lady Nerþuz.” Sharena murmured.

She rested her head to the side and all but immediately dozed off. Nerþuz wasn’t quite so sleepy. She was content to marvel at the mundane, simple pleasure of listening to her lover’s breath and her heartbeat. It was nice but even a goddess requires her beauty sleep so she drifted off to such a splendid lullaby as Sharena’s rhythm.

In the morning, they awoke late. They deserved the sleep in, regardless of if anyone else in the Order agreed.

Curled against one another, they roused slowly but sweetly. They were basked in the splendour of a heavenly sunshine. The light of the morning was warm and already a temptation to lull them back to sleep in each other’s arms. It was soft, coming through Sharena’s window and her curtains with a gentle, yellow sunbeam. The feeling of her bedchambers was cosy and settled with the piquant aroma of sex.

“Good morning…” Nerþuz whispered.

“Good morning.” Sharena replied in cheer. “Let’s um, let’s make this a good day, Lady Nerþuz.” She was shockingly bright-eyed and bushy tailed despite the vigorous activities of the hours before.

“Agreed.” Nerþuz replied.

She let Sharena wriggle up a bit more. Her pendant on her necklace slipped and swung as she tried to get up. Sharena clearly felt awkward, not used to sleeping au natural, but it wasn’t her pebbled nipples or the dip of her naval that caught Nerþuz with a waft of lingering eroticism but rather…

Her necklace.

A possessive smile pricked on Nerþuz’s lips. So, she reached out and caught Sharena before she could leave the bed. She pinched the pendant between her fingers and kept Sharena tethered in a sense.

“Go forth, pet, and let everyone know who you are faithful to.” Nerþuz said to Sharena as she admired the pendant that she wore. The eyes of the goat emblem reflected in the morning light. “Let them know that it is I whom they ought to thank for their daily bread, for their farmland and their homes…”

“I will, mistress.” Sharena replied.

#writing tag #fxf #seasonofkink #a goat as a symbol of fertility #Nerþuz x Sharena #nsfw

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spikedmuth · 8 months ago

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Excuse 👐🚫 || (Extra)

#reblog #ichigo x rukia #fxm

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spikedmuth · 9 months ago

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Command [nsfw]

Some notes: Based on the pawn command in Dragon's Dogma/Dark Arisen which was changed from 'Come!' to 'To me!' in Dragon's Dogma 2. Cowards. Still a fan of glowing pawn print and Arisen scar coming together. I also wanted them to find a good use for all the fancy Bakbattahl house pillows.

#🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰#reblog #ryoken x spectre

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Kinktober and an Apology

I wanted to do this quickly, because I know a lot of you are waiting for the bingo cards - and sadly I have run into a bit of trouble with that so far.

While two of my IRL friends are helping me with the selection of "tropes"/prompts, I (@alpaca-clouds) am doing the cards on my own, and sadly I am currently struggling with big time issues because of health related stuff - and because I am spending way too much time at work.

And because of that I am working very slowly through the cards. Though I hope that come the end of next week, this will hopefully look up finally, because work should get better then. Fingers crossed!

Until then, I thought I would share with you a kinktober prompt list, keeping you busy for a bit. ;) I will also repost anything this account gets tagged in in regards of Kinktober for now. (Same rules as with everything else apply: No RPS, no AI generated stuff etc.)

Full List under the cut:

AlternaDay 01: Kitchen Sex Day 02: Rope Bondage Day 03: Temperature Play Day 04: Sex Magic Day 05: Thron Sex Day 06: Knife Play Day 07: Massage Day 08: Whipping Day 09: Bath Sex Day 10: Humiliation Day 11: First Time Day 12: Voice Kink Day 13: Pregnant Sex Day 14: Slapping Day 15: Face Sitting Day 16: Animalistic Sex Day 17: Anal Fisting Day 18: Being Walked In On Day 19: Cunnilingus Day 20: Nipple Play Day 21: Loud Sex Day 22: Urethra Play Day 23: Cream Pie Day 24: Altar Sex Day 25: Pegging Day 26: Speculum Play Day 27: Biting Day 28: Rough Sex Day 29: Kink Exploration Day 30: Vaginal Fisting Day 31: Monsterfucking

Alternatives:

Flogging

Outdoor Sex

Public Sex

Electro Play

Fuck or Die

Uniform Kink

Food Kink

#wishing you the best mods! 🫂🫂🫂#reblog

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spikedmuth · 10 months ago

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Cherrytober 2024 🍒

Hi lovelies! Welcome to the official Cherrytober event post!!

What is Cherrytober, you ask? It's a month-long prompt challenge celebrating kink and erotic romance, inspired by Kinktober and my personal love of erotica in all its forms. I'm excited to be hosting my very first prompt challenge event! 💕 much love and gratitude to my most esteemed pal @mellancholy-morose for designing the absolutely gorgeous banner and prompt graphics 😘🙏🏻

For each day in October, there are two prompts to choose from. You can do one per day or both; you can combine the prompts, you can mix and match ideas - whatever your kinky little heart desires! I've included a text version of the list below the cut as well.

This event is open to all - any fandom, any characters, any creation. Whether you're a writer, a visual artist, a rare-pair shipper, or you write/draw original content, you're welcome to join in the fun! I only have three rules:

No kinkshaming

No ship-shaming (ship and let ship)

No minors (please only participate if you're 18+)

I'd love to see and support your wonderful creations! Either tag me in the post or use the hashtag #cherrytober2024. 🍒🍒🍒

Scent // Dirty Talk

Oral Fixation // Feet

Honeymoon // Shibari

Aphrodisiac // Breeding

Foreplay Only // Knifeplay

Birthday Sex // Threesome

Against A Wall // Pegging

Striptease // BDSM

Pillow Fight // Praise Kink

No Hands // Temperature Play

Multiple Orgasms // Hair Pulling

Clothes On // Facefucking

Makeup Sex // Mirror Sex

Hotel // Aftercare

MID-MONTH BREAK! Rest, recharge, indulge in some self-love 🍒

Quickie // Oral Sex/69

Sex on the Beach // Masturbation

Can't Sleep // Sex Toys

First Time // Tattoos

Sexting // Double Penetration

Temptation // Roleplay

Wet Dream // Spanking

To The Music // Tights/Stockings

Morning Sex // Body Worship

Black Tie Affair // Food Play

Interrupted // Thigh Riding

Bare // Public Sex

Photoshoot // Leather/Latex

Dirty Little Secret // Love Bites

Lace // Restraints

Scars // Monsterfucking

#reblog

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spikedmuth · 11 months ago

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"strap cant get someone pregnant" clearly your will doesn't match your conviction. persevere

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Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Prompt: Chains/Locks (2022)

Title: Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Ship: Genny/Mae

Fandom: Fire Emblem Shadows of Valentia

Rating: E

Word Count: 4,439

Warnings: Underage

Tags: Pre-Canon, Smut, Chastity Belt, Punishment, Topping From The Bottom, Vaginal Fingering, Abuse of Authority, Sexual Inexperience, Virginity Kink, Experimenting, Implied Boey/Mae, Homophobia

“Where in the world did you even find such materials-!”

Mae’s ears pricked as she heard a commotion from behind closed doors. She was on her way back to her room in the dormitory after completing a rousing round of laundry and other chores. It felt good to have her hands done and dusted of responsibility but her attention was quickly swiped from leisure to something else.

The door she was just about to pass by opened in front of her. She stopped her tracks, heels dug in and she swear she could feel the soles of her shoes burn as her nose was just prevented from being smacked in the face by the swing of the wooden door.

A priest crept out from behind it and was just as alarmed to see Mae as Mae was to see him.

“Perfect, just the girl I was about to send summons for.” he said.

“Oh, um, great, how can I help, sir?” Mae asked and she was pulled into the last scene she had ever expected.

The door thudded closed as soon as she was over the cobblestone threshold. It sent a draught up her spine as she was thrust immediately into a rather private circle and unbelievable sight: sweet, gentle Genny… in trouble? With the elders of the clergy? Say it ain’t so!

Mae had to be misunderstanding as she tried to take stock of what was going on. Genny was in the centre of the room, sat down with three different priests scrutinising her with angered eyes. It gave Mae the heebie-jeebies. One of the priests wielded a book with great contempt.

“Tell us and it will reduce your penance, young girl,” he said, “now, where did you find such disgusting reading materials?”

Genny sunk in on herself and Mae’s heart ached to see her like this. She looked like a kicked puppy, whimpering and red in the face with embarrassment.

“It is such unseemly literature like this which proves that the apple does not fall far from the tree. A salacious mind in the youth becomes a salacious body as an adult. Without being saved from such evils, you will no doubt turn out to be a whore just like your mother.” A different priest turned a tirade next. The sneer in his voice was uncomfortable as he held Genny in contempt.

“I-I’m sorry.” Genny whimpered.

“What is going on in here?!” Mae exclaimed. She stamped her foot and her pigtails bounced as concern caused her voice to crack.

She was eyed warily by the priests. Genny turned her gaze down to the floor. She kneaded the material of her dress over her knees.

“The short of it is Genny has been found with contraband. The long of it includes, ahem, ringing the devil’s door knocker.” a Priest explained - the one who had pulled Mae into this mess.

Genny blushed as Mae took a minute to process. Oh… Oh!

“Something I am sure you are unfamiliar with as a good and chaste girl, Mae.”

“Y-Yes, of course.” Mae squeaked before going into a perfect recitation of what she had grown up hearing over and over again, “Mila’s teachings say that one’s pleasure must be saved for your future partner, your one and only husband.”

She bit her tongue, however, when it came to it being worth noting that Mila’s teachings were for women, for men it was slightly different given her approval of men having things like concubines and even harems. The Earth Mother had her reasons, Mae was sure, but she had never come across them personally.

“Good.”

Mae was praised but it didn’t feel like it.

“And saving yourself for your future husband means preserving your chastity from not only other men but your hands as well.”

Mae blushed. Was this priest insinuating what she thought he was insinuating? She glanced at Genny. There was no way…! There was no way someone as sweet and sheltered as Genny was doing unseemly things as masturbation. Didn’t that turn you blind or something?

“We shall conclude here.” the Priest announced. “Enough context has been presented, Genny had her penance, and Mae?”

“Yes?” she said upon being prompted.

“Supervise. We will be back to collect you both before supper.” he said and before Mae knew it, the room was vacated by the priests.

They fell into two short lines and exited out the door. The final man who left, he closed the door behind him and locked it with a heavy thud. Mae was too stunned to speak as silence settled in the four corners of this office. Dust motes floated, the scent of musty old books was more pronounced now, awkwardly, Mae turned around to face Genny.

Genny looked ashamed of herself as she pinched the fabric of her dress around her hips.

“I’m so sorry to have dragged you into this mess,” she hiccupped soapily, a tear streamed down her cheek, “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” She lifted the curtain on what she was wearing.

Her slim, slender legs were covered in fine, pale hair. Her dress looked the colour and texture of a potato sack as she hefted it past her knees and then her hips. She flashed Mae and revealed the physical presence of her penance that she had to endure.

Her undergarment covering her privates, however, looked uncomfortable and barbaric. Mae had never seen a belt like it, if it could be called a belt at all.

This belt was made of two crisscrossing leather straps that came towards the centre. It hung upon her hips but dug into the skin, already there was a hint of raw pink where it ate into her flesh but then there was the device in the middle of it, a mix of leather and metal.

At the slit of her vagina, something had been forced into it - the glint of metal - and it was secured in place by the leather, it was entwined as a yonic-shaped pocket embedded into the straps making up the main part of her belt. Then, to top it all off, presumably so Genny could not take it off like she had put it on, there was a lock.

The lock was gaudy and large, seemingly made of silver but it was hard to tell, with a big keyhole in front of it. It sat just under Genny’s belly and was the mechanism of which everything was literally tied together, leather wove through the arches atop it.

“They had me pee beforehand,” Genny said, “and then made me wear this. Th-they gave me some privacy but told me, if it wasn’t hurting, then I wasn’t wearing it right.”

Mae had no words.

None which weren’t vulgarities, anyway.

She opened and closed her mouth like a fish gasping for air. This situation was all so strange and surreal. Why was she even here? To make sure Genny didn’t lockpick her way out of her punishment or something else?

Genny let go of her dress with a simpering sigh. It flapped about with heavy noises before settling at her ankles.

“So, um, that’s my punishment.” Genny murmured. “I am to wear this chastity belt until supper.”

“And what’s mine?” Mae asked.

Genny shrugged.

Mae’s lips twisted as her expression, overall, turned stormy. It was simply coincidence that she had been chosen over, say, Celica for this task. She was meant to be the good, virtuous one in this situation, lording over Genny the sinner but honestly, it felt like punishment for Mae, too. Or deterrence to ever sin. It's not like Celica, pure and perfect Celica, would ever do something like this but Mae? Mae might. Not that she would not, not now, but it was certainly more possible than Celica committing something as foul and heinous as self-pleasure.

Mae sighed exhaustedly. “We might as well get comfortable.” she announced, dejected.

Supper wasn’t for several hours, after all, and this seemed like it was going to be a very boring afternoon for her. Though it was likely going to be a very different experience for poor Genny across from her.

Genny had clammed up. Understandable given the trauma she had just gone through.

She couldn’t even sit down like Mae could. Mae had sprawled out on the floor against the door, she inspected her cuticles and complained about her day too far. Her behaviour was lax and nonchalant, in complete opposition to the tightness that Genny felt.

Genny found that moving too much - even walking - caused the metal bar inside her chastity belt to pain her. Poor thing. She fidgeted nervously whilst Mae tried to find some entertainment in this room.

The far wall behind the desk was lined with three bookshelves so Mae started to comb through them. Genny watched. They burned maybe half an hour - an hour if they were lucky - doing this. The atmosphere between them was awkward to say the least.

“I doubt you will find anything interesting back there.” Genny piped up after her seeming vow of silence.

She hadn’t said anything to Mae whilst she tried to make conversation about the minutiae of laundry powder so Mae found that odd. She looked up over and her shoulder but couldn’t disagree. So far the most she had found had been lodgers on the weather of the past decade, every day meticulously logged in the most concise wording possible.

“Your definition of interesting seems… skewed to say the least, girl.” Mae replied.

She turned around and got up. She folded her arms in front of her and quirked an eyebrow.

“I’m not trying to tempt you!” Genny exclaimed, embarrassed.

“Oh yeah?” Mae said.

“I’m just saying, the priests chose this room for a reason. A place they could cordon off for a few hours whilst keeping it mind-numbing for me.” Genny said. “Ohh, I'm so sorry Mae. I don’t know why they would do this. It's all my fault.”

That reduced her to tears and great, now Mae felt like the bad guy. She hadn’t meant to be all accusatory but it was a weird situation for them both. She sighed and got in closer to Genny, she patted her shoulders as she bawled upright.

“Shh, shh, it’s fine, you're fine.” Mae consoled her. “It's fine.” She sighed. “Do you… do you want to tell me your side of the story?”

Genny looked up at her tearfully, “Hunh?” She had snot hanging out of her nose.

“Well, I thought… I’ve only heard one side of the story with a lot of, uh, bias. I thought hearing you out may clear your conscience some more than stewing in your guilt.” Mae said. “Y’know, your not exactly doing your Hail Mila’s right now…”

“Oh, um, okay.” Genny mumbled.

She wiped her tears and snot away on her sleeve. Mae let her be and sat down on the desk. She watched as Genny composed herself, she took a few heaving breaths and placed her hands in front of her, interlinked her fingers and did so right above where… The lock on her chastity belt would have been, actually. Mae could even see its outline if she squinted at Genny’s dress.

“Do you remember our last trip to the mainland?” Genny asked.

“Yeah.” Mae replied as she had brief flashes and recollections of shopping with Celica and chasing Boey through the streets. Good times.

“I went to a secondhand bookshop and bought random titles there since they were so cheap. I realise now why they were… they were smut. I thought they were just pulpy adventure books because they were so badly written but I loved how dashing the characters were.” Genny said.

“Uh-huh…” Mae chewed on the vowels of her non-reply hard. That did explain where she got the materials.

“One of them… Well, it got a little intense but I was curious. I didn’t realise what the heroine was doing so I started copying her and it felt so good.” Genny said. “I couldn’t help myself. I even started doing when I wasn’t reading and ohhh. I should never, I should have known better!” Genny’s hands flexed and fidgeted in front of her as she tried to take out her tizzy on herself.

“I-It's fine. Like, no one really ever talks about it and when they do, they use coded language so, it’s not, like, a big surprise you got confused and didn’t put two an’ two together.” Mae said, making excuses. “I mean, I’ve, er, never done it. Does it really feel good?”

Genny’s eyes lit up, “You’re older than me and you’’ve never done it?” she exclaimed.

“No…?” Mae said. “You know, to be a good follower of Mila…”

“See? I should have known better.” Genny blamed herself.

“Hey now, don’t beat yourself up. It's like I said. How could you have possible known?” Mae asked rhetorically.

“Because… because… by the time I started copying that one heroine, I’d already read about in two of the other books.” Genny confessed.

She hid her face behind her hands. Her pale skin burned bright red in her humiliation. She locked her knees together, clamped her legs together and whimpered as she forced the metal bar of her chastity belt to react to such sudden squeezing on all sides.

“H-Hey, stop it!” Mae exclaimed, eyes going wide. “I don’t care what those fuddie-duddies say, I don’t want you hurting yourself for them!” She sounded scolding as she swatted Genny’s shoulders, trying to get her to literally unclench.

She did. But only after resisting long enough to have Mae panic at least a little bit.

Mae sighed in relief when Genny finally stopped.

“Sorry.” Genny mumbled.

“Ugh, don’t be.” Mae said. “It’s not your fault, you just, uh, got carried away.”

“But I like it.” Genny said.

“Huh?” Mae blinked.

Genny’s eyes started to water again as she chewed her bottom lip. A confession brewing. She swallowed and found her courage.

“I think I'm a pervert.” she said. “I like it.”

Mae’s heart stopped. She was way in over her head.

“I-I think I’m not part of Mila’s flock. I like it. I like smut, I like touching myself and… and I even like this!” Genny continued.

Her voice rang through the room with passion. Mae felt something swirl through her as she was basked in Genny’s degeneracy. It was uncomfortable yet warm… and wet… and a feeling located beneath her stomach, beneath the butterflies, and instead was between her legs.

Mae clenched her legs together involuntarily to suppress the feeling but it only sealed her fate. She couldn’t have been more obvious about it. It made Genny chuckle.

Genny looked upon her with hooded eyes and Mae felt electrified where she stood.

“Y-You don’t get it, do you?” Genny asked in a small, embarrassed voice. “You’re better than me, you understand Mila’s teachings more intimately than I but… I can tell you about other things I’ve read.”

Mae blushed but she was a captive audience and they both knew it. She sat on the desk and despite having crossed her legs, they were beginning to slip apart again. That temptation from before… She was helpless before Genny. Sweet, quiet, and demure: she would have made an excellent preacher in a different life.

She regaled the tales from her books and Mae’s attention was rapt. Mae became curiouser and curiouser regarding all sorts of things that only virgins could conjure. All whilst Genny’s dulcet voice wove around her like a comfortable blanket and opened her up to things she would never have dared to experiment with after all.

Not even whilst thinking about Boey… Yet Genny’s heroines and their love interests, Genny herself, Mae opened up her legs and allowed Genny to come closer.

“I promise I can make you feel good,” Genny whispered in Mae’s ears, she placed her hands either side of Mae’s hips, palms to the desktop, “but you have to promise me that you won’t make a noise or you’ll end up in one of these chastity belts, too.”

Mae gulped, “U-Understood.”

Genny nodded, her cheek brushed against Mae’s and she receded slightly. She lifted her right hand - like the right hand of the Earth Mother - and used it. She pulled back Mae’s underwear. Her panties were wet in the middle, Genny noticed as she got them out of the way enough to finger Mae.

Mae shivered as she felt the first of Genny’s fingers enter her. Her finger was cold but glided smoothly through her folds inside of her. It was a weird feeling and caused her vagina to spasm, in disagreement of the intrusion. Mae’s stomach plummeted as she felt the muscles contract involuntarily.

“Ah, sorry.” she whispered.

“No, no, it’s fine, that happens.” Genny assured her. “It's your first time, after all, give it a second, try to relax.”

Mae blushed and fumed. Her junior was talking to her this way. It was so embarrassing and made it difficult to follow the deceptively simple instruction of “relax”. Her spine tingled as Genny massaged her in some effort to loosen her up - and miraculously, it wasn’t in vain.

It took several minutes but Genny got Mae acclimated to the feeling of her fingers inside of her. She circled her in an easy to predict rhythm that had Mae anticipating it as time went on and enjoying every repeated beat of Genny’s motions. It was still weird but it soon felt good as Genny worked her wrist, relaying the movements she had tried and tested from her books.

Mae turned wet and sticky as Genny worked her over. First with one finger, so cute and perfect on her small, soft hands and then she inserted a second digit. Mae hiccuped and her heart skipped a beat. Genny’s ears pricked up.

“Was that too much?” she asked. “I can take as many as three but don’t want to push you.”

“N-No, it's fine, I just… It surprised me how much I liked that.” Mae confessed.

“I’m glad.” Genny said and she continued.

Mae held onto the desk, her fingers raked against its flat top as Genny did her utmost best to make her feel good. She seemed to have a natural talent for it but Mae had no frame of reference.

But it felt even better when Genny touched her there: her clit.

Mae had never even had a thorough look between her legs, she wouldn’t even know where it was on her own body but the second that Genny touched it, she knew. Exploring her ridges and folds, mapping the inside of her labia, already, that felt amazing but just a brush against that sensitive bundle of nerves sent Mae wild.

She threw her head back and her heart rate spiked. Encouraged, Genny paid extra attention there, slow and sweet to let Mae really enjoy it. She started to pant and even drool. Genny watched her curiously as she kept stroking her over and over.

“Can I go faster?” she asked.

“Please.” Mae desperately replied.

So she did.

And that’s when the fireworks started.

Mae’s legs kicked and she bucked her chest forth. She was reacting with all her body now, not just her vagina and that included her voice, too. With every stroke and touch, Genny drew forth more and more of Mae’s voice. It rose steadily in volume until Mae couldn’t help herself.

“Ah! Quiet, remember?” Genny tried not to raise her voice but she was surprised.

She placed her other hand against Mae’s mouth. It was cold yet heat transferred almost immediately. Yet Mae adored it, she had to resist a sudden urge to kiss into Genny’s palm. That would be too much. That would be crossing the line of mutual experimentation into something else, she felt. So, she bit her lip instead and swallowed her moan.

They paused for a moment. Genny waited, strained her ears. Was their commotion outside the door or were they all alone? She wanted to be sure and Mae felt her face burn underneath Genny’s hand as she checked and surveilled, as keen as a stoat, until she was certain that nothing awry had happened because of Mae’s squeal.

“That’s better.” Genny whispered.

Mae lowered her hackles and Genny cautiously removed her hand off her mouth. That was even colder, her lips begged for more of a taste of Genny’s palm. Mae closed her eyes and Genny continued to work her over, both in wordless but mutual agreement of bringing Mae to climax. It was apparent by this stage that she was close.

Just a little bit more. Surely, just a little bit more.

Genny started slow again. She abandoned her rhythmic, frantic motions that she stirred such literal commotion inside of Mae.

The energy inside Mae built up once more. She concentrated on the feeling, every touch, every stroke, all of it stole the breath from Mae’s mouth as she made sure not to let it out loud again but it was hard. It felt so good. She had never felt this intense, this - well - orgasmic over anything before. It was difficult to parse through the throbbing emotions of pleasure until they overwhelmed her.

She came.

But Genny didn’t stop to admire her, she kept fingering her through her climax, not giving Mae a break but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The release of her orgasm was euphoric. Rapturous, even. Mae felt drenched in both sweat and arousal and could only dream, with a tight yet racing heartbeat, how amazing it would be to moan and cry to her heart’s content. The feeling of it ebbed and flowed through her, filling her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She couldn’t believe just how powerful it was to come - and this was just from Genny’s fingers!

Imagine actual intercourse. Oh my… The thought dizzied Mae and began a deluge of others just as devilish. Maybe… maybe she ought to try by herself? Just to experience that high of being as loud as she wanted but when, but where and she chastised herself there. Genny was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, her temptation was spreading.

“Did you like it?” Genny interrupted such reveries with genuine curiosity but the glisten in her eyes, she was a succubus in waiting.

“Y-Yeah, that was, like, crazy good.” Mae replied, panting.

Her feelings turned fleeting and so did the desire to chase them on her own time. Thankfully. Mae hazarded a smile and try to calm her racing heartbeat.

“I’m glad.” Genny replied. “That makes me feel less deviant.” She held her hand in front of her breast and smiled a relieved smile, there was a scant but satisfied blush in either cheek. It was a shame her fingers glistened with Mae’s slick.

Mae cursed herself. Genny looked too cute! How could she think such backstabbing things about good, sweet Genny, this was just an unfortunate situation for all of them.

“But I still hope you have learned your lesson, Genny.” Mae said, scolding, attempting to channel the priests and also caring like a babysitter. “No more touching yourself.”

“Yes, Mae, I understand. I have learned my lesson, rest assured.” Genny promised.

“That’s good. I’m glad.” Mae replied, tired.

The two of them grew quiet and a palpable silence followed. Genny seemed cheered up despite the circumstances and Mae closed her legs, she pulled up her panties and rearranged the flaps of her skirt. Genny averted her eyes to be polite.

Not long after, a knock on the door followed. “Mae?” A deep voice.

Genny urged Mae forward with just her eyes.

Mae’s heart skipped a beat with a sudden spike of guilt. How long had they been doing that? She couldn’t believe that the time of Genny’s penance was already up. It felt like not enough time had passed and that it hadn’t been long enough at the same time.

Regardless, Mae steeled herself and nodded. She got up to answer the door. She opened it just a crack to see one of the priests from before, their head honcho.

“I believe penance has been served.” he said.

“Yes, Genny had been diligently doing her Hail Mila’s despite her, uh, discomfort. She had repented.” Mae confirmed. “I-I think it would be best if I assisted her from here.”

“Agreed.”

The priest nodded and produced a key from inside his sleeve. He entrusted it to Mae and feeling it against her palm, she couldn’t help but think of Genny’s hand against her mouth. Discomfort - real, genuine, disgusted discomfort - bubbled up through her.

“Thank you, sir.” Mae said. “Now, if you excuse us, this is women’s business.”

She didn’t wait for a reply, she closed the door in his face. She paused a moment and breathed, staring at the door and feeling overwhelmed by the events of this afternoon. All of it centred on the key that she now held.

She turned around, turned her back on the door and the priest behind her but it did little to quell the tempest brewing inside of her mind.

Mae held the key in her hand. It felt bulky and clunky as she wrapped it tight with her fingers. Genny nodded and beckoned her closer. Mae got down on one knee and Genny raised the skirt of her dress once more. The lock gleamed, oppressive as Mae angled the key into its engorged hole.

She glanced up at Genny who put her finger to her mouth in sign of a hush. This would be their little secret. Mae gave the key a hard turn inside the lock. Kerchunk. The arches atop the lock opened, the leather weaved around it began to slip.

Given that Genny had gone through enough today, Mae was gentle as she unwrapped her. She didn’t so much as bat an eyelash as she deftly removed the metal bar from inside of Genny but Genny squirmed, uncomfortable.

“Ah.” she squeaked. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better, for Mila.”

“I’m sure you will.” Mae said as she rose back up to full height.

She collected up Genny’s chastity belt and Genny stared up at her with those big brown eyes full of devilish innocence. She reached out and put her hand over the lock.

“I-I think it's best if I keep this, don’t you think?” Genny suggested. “In case I… I transgress against Mila again.”

Mae nodded her head, giving a blessing which was not her own but she didn’t think it was the priest’s either nor Mila’s. She allowed Genny to take the chastity belt.

#writing tag #season of kink #fxf #genny x mae #nsfw #wolf in sheep's clothing

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spikedmuth · 1 year ago

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The Patrons Sit and Stare

Prompt: In Public (2023)

Title: The Patrons Sit and Stare

Ship: Respectfulshipping | Ryoken/Spectre

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: E

Word Count: 4,350

Warnings: None

Tags: Cross-dressing, Dom/sub,Roleplay, Mother Complex, Powerplays, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Diaper Kink, Inappropriate Erections, Coming in Pants, Groping, Mild Foot Fetish, Genderplay, Non-consensual Voyeurism

Spectre adjusted his cufflinks by the threshold of the front door. He had a stormy expression across his face as he was somewhat frustrated by just how fiddly his little cufflinks were. They were glorified buttons, it shouldn’t be that hard but he was distracted by something else.

“Spectre, are you ready to leave?”

Spectre’s ears pricked and burned red. He gave up and looked up. He saw Ryoken at the other end of the hallway.

“Yes, obviously, Mother. Are you?” Spectre replied. He came across as more irate than he meant to but he couldn’t help himself being brusque due to the unusual nature of the situation despite its mundane trappings.

He watched as his ‘Mother’ began to descend down the hallway. Hips sashaying, the click of heels, it was disconcerting. Especially when it turned into a scolding, if a playful one.

“I told you,” Ryoken said, stepping closer, arms outreached until he met Spectre, caressing his face, “its Mommy, to you.”

Ryoken took entirely too much relish in teasing Spectre - and indulging his kink. Though do note, taking it outside of the playroom was entirely Ryoken’s idea and way of pushing Spectre’s buttons.

Ryoken made for a very convincing woman. Too convincing, honestly, and he was a natural actor, too. Even his voice had a certain lovely - and feminine - melody to its lilt instead of his usual brassy tones.

Truly everything about him looked the perfect picture of femininity.

Ryoken looked good in a pencil skirt, had thin legs and skinny ankles, accentuated by his black kitten heels. He wore a neat blazer and a pink blouse, a series of pearls jostled and glistened around his neck. In the crook of his arm, he had a white leather handbag, too, but his greatest accessory was his smile. He loved a little bit of makeup and his was impeccable, the perfect blush, a nude lipstick, mascara, the whole works.

He acted the perfect picture of femininity, too.

Ryoken embraced his role as Spectre’s domme. Flirtatious, teasing, he embodied the idea of the iron fist in the velvet glove. He smiled, eyes half lidded, as he started at Spectre’s hands and worked his way up. He rolled up Spectre’s sleeves half an inch further than Spectre would have normally then fixed his cufflinks. The diamonds glinted in the light and, more importantly, stayed put where they had come undone on Spectre.

“Better?” Ryoken asked, eyes flicking up to Spectre whose expression softened, if a little bit.

“Much better.” he mumbled.

“I’m glad,” Ryoken replied and his hands continued to rove, they made their way to Spectre’s cheeks and he fondled Spectre’s face, leaned in and kissed his lips then whispered, “Let’s enjoy ourselves on our date, honey.”

“Yes, let’s.” Spectre replied through his barely concealed nervousness.

Ryoken let go of his face but did latch onto his arm instead. He cuddled in and did his best to at least appear shorter than Spectre but anyone with a careful eye would notice that even without his heels, he would be taller than his boyfriend. Ryoken squeezed Spectre’s bicep and allowed himself to be escorted through the door.

The date was simple. At least in theory. They were going to walk down to the pier, find a cafe, enjoy a meal, and then return home. If some hanky-panky occurred underneath the table in the cafe, so be it, but that wasn’t where the risque and reward was meant to occur.

It was actually a combination of Ryoken’s cross-dressing, strange and out of the ordinary but paled in comparison to what Spectre had going on underneath his ever business casual suit in secret. Spectre had a vibrator inside of him but something else, too, instead of underwear he had… It didn’t matter. So long as it was absorbent and heavy-duty because Ryoken had the remote controller and he was a tease with it.

The lovebirds, as they were, exited Kogami Mansion and followed the white cement path to the tip of the property. From there, they were leaving the safety - and the privacy - of their nest. Spectre felt unsettled. What if someone noticed that Ryoken was crossdressing? What if someone overheard him calling Ryoken Mommy? And heaven forbid, what if someone noticed that he was wearing sex toys under his clothing?

Every step was painstaking for Spectre but for Ryoken, he was all but skipping in his cute little heels.

The weather was pleasant. It was a perfect spring afternoon. The skies were clear and cloudless with the sun noticeably warm even in the shade. The breeze was chipper and carried a lovely scent of the sea that caused trees to sway gently in the greenspaces that lined the roads. People and birds alike chatted and flitted about on the streets.

From the top of the hill to the bottom of the plaza, everyone was out and about yet no one gave the impression that there was something awry with either Spectre or Ryoken. Thank goodness. Spectre felt like he couldn’t breathe and his heart was racing. It felt… It felt so good but he hated to admit that.

Ryoken, even dressed as his usual gender, turned heads every so often. He was a beauty and wasn’t oblivious to that. His ability to garner attention only increased when he was wearing a short skirt to show off his long legs.

Spectre, meanwhile, was not accustomed to such passerby flirtations. He was, well, a spectre. A ghost. He was ignored, no one ever looked at him twice. In this instance, that invisibility was a blessing in disguise, even with Ryoken latched onto his arm - and he had to glare down two wolf whistles already.

Could it not be more obvious that this Mommy was on a date with her special little boy?

Apparently it could have.

They made it down to the beach and plaza. The only person with even some semblance of a chance to recognise Ryoken, or Spectre for that matter, was a certain hot dog flipper in a fast food truck. Lo and behold, however, Cafe Nagi nor any of its staff weren’t here. It's almost like they planned around that or something for the sake of the purest anonymity possible. Regardless, they continued on their stroll past where the Cafe Nagi van would be parked on other days of the week.

From this cliffside area, the pier was across one singular road and it was a busy enough road to warrant a pedestrian crossing complete with stoplights. On days like this, with ice-cream trucks and people by the dozens, it was obvious why it had been installed.

Ryoken and Spectre blended into the crowd as they waited for the light to give the signal. From there, something mildly unusual happened.

Maybe it was just Spectre, hot and heavy underneath his linen suit, but it felt like the traffic lights were taking their sweet, sweet time. He glanced and glanced again, waiting for the flash to the right colour but no dice. He also noticed he wasn’t the only person so impatient, either. He saw people ahead of them in the haphazard rows impatiently press the button. Did that do anything?

Ryoken hummed and tapped his foot. Spectre glanced down at him and mouthed something illegible. Ryoken smiled impishly. He reached out. Swiftly, discreetly and Spectre froze.

Ryoken cuddled in whilst he groped Spectre. His hand reached across and snaked down. He dug his fingers into Spectre’s ass and he could have jumped out of his skin. He had to clamp down on his pounding heart as a bead of sweat immediately manifested on his brow. Ryoken chuckled, amused, as he groped up and down with the smallest, tiniest movements but even so.

Spectre could swear he could hear it. A certain and distinctive crinkle of polypropylene. His hackles rose, he clenched hard over the intrusive vibrator lodged inside of him, too. Ryoken smirked, pleased by such reactions and then ding!

The light finally changed colour.

Spectre exhaled a sigh of relief. Ryoken let go and in fact, pushed him to hurry first lest they annoy the crowd around them. People ebbed and flowed, none the wiser to Ryoken’s lewd and inappropriate conduct.

They hurried across the street and turned left. The higher end cafes and restaurants down on the beachfront by the pier beckoned. They wandered along the cement pathing, Ryoken’s heels wouldn’t do too well in sand and honestly, neither would Spectre’s dress shoes. They came to a mutual decision upon flipping through various menu options and chose a charming-looking cafe.

A waitress greeted them warmly, seated them, and let them be with a QR code menu. They sat down across from each other in a booth at the back of the cafe. Their seating was luck of the draw but fortunate since Ryoken wouldn’t mind getting frisky.

The ambience of the cafe was rustic, in shades of beige, chocolate brown, and cream. They had copper lampshaded lights that cast yellow toned hues in mishmashed directions to give a cosier, more intimate feel. The menu revealed a specialty in coffees and pastries of every variety, perfect for an afternoon treat after an already light lunch. Though their little walk did stir the appetite, in one way or another.

“Anything catch your eye?” Ryoken asked, his voice quiet and sultry.

“A skinny latte, maybe?” Spectre said.

Ryoken tilted his head and batted his eyes, “Oh no, sweetie, way too much caffeine. That would ruin your delicate tummy.”

Spectre prickled. In a good way, of course. He wanted his Mother to care for him. Infantilise him. All that jazz. It just caught him off guard.

“Green tea?” Spectre suggested next.

“Are you sure? A bit boring for your palette, don’t you think? What about something sweeter? Like a milkshake or a hot chocolate?” Ryoken continued to press him.

“I would love a vanilla milkshake, Mommy.” Spectre replied.

“Good choice.” Ryoken said. “But I will get a latte.” He giggled girlishly.

Spectre smiled a small smile in reply.

“Anything to eat?” Ryoken asked.

“I’d really like the apple turnover. With ice-cream, please.” Spectre said.

Ryoken’s eyes keened, “My darling boy is so polite, I’m so lucky to be blessed with you. And,” his voice went up an octave, he delighted in watching Spectre blush and squirm with praise, “that sounds delicious. Two spoons? You don’t mind sharing with Mommy, do you? Like an… indirect kiss, even.”

Spectre got hard under the table. His shoulders went up, his head went down as he blushed furiously. He crossed his legs to conceal his erection but it was so obviously there.

“I-I don’t mind at all, Mommy.” Spectre replied.

“Perfect.” Ryoken purred. “I’ll order for us both then.”

He clicked through the digital menu on his phone and placed orders for two drinks and a dessert. It was all a click and a tap away, now they simply had to wait for the waitress to bring them their order. In the meantime, Ryoken put his phone away and in its place, to occupy his hands, as well as his and Spectre’s time, he got out the remote control to the vibrator.

He kept his hands in his lap under the table. One over the other over the remote. Completely and utterly imperceptible. To everyone who was not Spectre.

Spectre grunted, his heart rate spiked, as he took the brunt of the ever so slight of hand manoeuvre of Ryoken’s as his thumb pushed the lever from off to on.

The vibrations were sent up his spine from inside of him. He clenched hard, crossed his ankles. Anything to suppress how good it felt. So small but so mighty. He began to pant and felt immense duress under Ryoken’s discerning eyes. He was ever the proper lady across from him, no elbows on the table, but he watched with satisfaction.

Spectre’s breathing turned ragged as he did his best to still himself. That seemed to minimise the effects of the vibrator or maybe it was simply the illusion of control. After all, Ryoken had it all.

“More?” Ryoken prompted him with a quirked eyebrow.

“More.” Spectre confirmed.

“Ahem, more who?” Ryoken corrected him.

Spectre swallowed hard, the vibrations were shaking his brain by now, his erection raged hard in his lap but he nodded. He repeated himself, “More, please, Mommy.”

“That’s better.” Ryoken said and he gave it to him.

A second notch was found, the a knob turned some more. Whatever Ryoken’s thumb did to that remote, it was electrifying. Spectre gasped. His heart jumped out of his chest. His whole body was vibrating now, not just his nervous system. Ryoken smiled.

“Good boy.” he praised him.

They both savoured the moment. The booth all but rattled now. Good thing it was set into sturdy, dark coloured wood but through Spectre’s perspective, everything was intensified by the vibrator. The inappropriateness of the situation. His arousal. Everything. And Ryoken spectated with perverse glee, his lips pursed together and eyes keen.

Then the waitress approached.

Oh boo.

Ryoken reigned in the power of the vibrator, taking it back down to its original setting. Spectre was still panting, suspiciously, and the waitress regarded him with that.

“Sorry, its so warm in here.” Ryoken apologised on Spectre’s behalf.

After all: a child should only ever be seen, never heard.

“I can turn the AC on if you like.” the waitress suggested.

“We would appreciate that.” Ryoken said.

“Awesome, I’ll do that in a jiffy but here are your drinks and your apple turnover.” the waitress said.

She set down the ebony coloured platter in front of them. She doled out the drinks: the milkshake in front of Ryoken and the latte in front of Spectre, the apple turnover in the middle of them both. She took the plate and Ryoken reorganised her table setting.

He swapped the drinks around but when Spectre reached for his, Ryoken piped up ever so contrarian, and caring, “Uh-uh.” His sing-songiness stung, however.

Spectre paused, “Yes, Mommy?”

“You haven’t washed your hands yet.” Ryoken reminded him. “Here, I have some hand sanitiser.”

“Thank you, Mommy.” Spectre murmured.

He held out his hands as he waited for Ryoken to rummage through his purse in search of said hand sanitiser. Spectre waited until his wrists ached ever so slightly as Ryoken searched for his bottle of hand sanitiser. Either his handbag was poorly organised or he was making him wait on purpose. Both scenarios seemed equally plausible until eureka.

“Ah, found it.” Ryoken said. “There we go.”

He leaned across the table and squirted the hand sanitiser into Spectre’s palms. It was strawberry scented with sakura themed microbeads inside that glittered and sparkled. Ryoken made sure to thoroughly rub the hand sanitiser into Spectre’s hands and even that sent waves of arousal through Spectre.

He had to suppress a moan as Ryoken paid him such detailed attention. Every finger, every knuckle, every inch of his long, pianist-like hands was touched and rubbed and massaged. It honestly brought Spectre close to orgasm but when Ryoken finished, he did not.

Not yet at least.

Ryoken flashed him a smile, “Let’s eat, shall we?”

Spectre nodded, tongue-tied.

He started with a sip of his milkshake and allowed Ryoken to sample the apple turnover first. He noisily savoured it, it was positively scrumptious. Crispy, flaky pastry. Syrupy, cinnamon dusted apple in the middle. It was delicious. Entirely befitting a cafe which would no doubt have a very steep rent to have not just a view of the ocean but to be practically on it.

“Try this.” Ryoken said.

He cupped his hand as he lifted a spoon to Spectre’s mouth. It was heaped high with pastry and apple and even a scoop of ice-cream. Spectre leaned in and opened his mouth.

“Aah-um.” Ryoken vocalised as Spectre ate off his spoon and kissed him indirectly.

He really was a closet sweet-tooth thus the flavours impacted him greatly. They danced in cohesion, disrupted only by the perpetual pulsations sent out by the vibrator. Spectre swallowed lasciviously, he licked the spoon like it was Ryoken’s mouth, begging for more and more from his mommy.

And Ryoken was all too happy to give him something.

Ryoken had the common decency to check first, he shiftily glanced along the aisle, double checking that no one else was doing the same thing. Satisfied, Ryoken uncrossed his legs and extended one underneath the table. His knee bumped against the table’s underside as he put his heel to Spectre’s crotch.

“How does that feel?” Ryoken inquired.

He pressed the stick of his heel to Spectre’s dick. He pushed his toes forward, too, to put as much pressure on Spectre’s genitalia as possible. It was difficult, the latex of Ryoken’s high heels was inflexible and matched against the padding of Spectre’s undergarment, proved quite formiddle.

Nonetheless, Spectre shivered. It felt good. The vibrator pulsated inside of him, droning on and on and on until it was all he could concentrate on before the prick of Ryoken’s high heels pierced through on a different axis of pleasure.

“I-It feels very good, Mommy.” Spectre confessed. He suppressed a moan.

“Good.” Ryoken said. “And don’t forget to eat up, either.”

Spectre understood Ryoken’s insinuations. He could disguise the illicit, under the table pleasures as enjoying his milkshake and their shared pastry. It was a shame his hand trembled as he tried to feed himself. Luckily, or unluckily, Ryoken was quick to dote on him.

Pampered above and below, Spectre was in a most peculiar paradise. He had been hesitant to go on a date like this. He had always been a shy, invisible person. Ryoken cross-dressing, him padded up underneath his trousers, etcetera but it was actually quite thrilling. Something like this seemed too bold for him but oh how he had been wrong.

His erection raged in his lap and he began to touch himself through his pants, palming himself and groping Ryoken’s foot. The sensations were electric - and literally in the instance of his vibrator. Spectre began to pant, though he did try to control himself, it was obvious something was amiss with him. Just like a child, exactly like a child, he smeared ice-cream in the corners of his mouth as he tried to multi-task. His eyes turned blurry, too, as he enjoyed himself immensely.

Ryoken, ever so kind, took it up another notch. He returned it to a higher setting. Spectre squeaked and moaned. He felt himself leak precome into his undergarments. He missed another spoonful of apple turnover and now people were beginning to stare. He had been too noisy but Ryoken didn’t scold him for it.

Instead, with just the flutter of his eyelashes, he conveyed how adorable it was. Keep going, he wordlessly urged. Though wordlessly was not motionlessly. He screwed the spike of his kitten heels into Spectre’s crotch, rubbed his shoe against the rounded bump of Spectre’s genitalia. Ryoken studied Spectre all whilst holding his breath and watched as Spectre succumbed to his pleasure.

He was so turned on, it was obvious as the nose on his face and it seemed most of the patrons could detect that even if they tried to convince themselves otherwise. All because surely not. How could they? It was gauche and inappropriate and disgusting to do such sexual things in public.

The patrons gossiped amongst themselves. The staff of the cafe could feel the atmosphere change and they had to do something about it. Spectre felt his face flush bright pink as he enjoyed himself a bit too much. His ears burned and the vibrator throttled him from the inside out until he finally burst.

Spectre came in his pants. His seed was absorbed by his undergarments, his trousers remained dry and unfettered by this layer of extra protection that he had between his body and his clothes. His only concern was what he was doing with his mouth.

He did his best to moan into what he was eating and drinking, pretending to be in rapture over incredibly good food but the way his voice was simply too much made it obvious that his pleasure was elsewhere. His orgasm was genuine and of wide magnitude, tearing him asunder from his hole to his heart as he lost himself in a deluge of perverse pleasure. His facial expression was entirely too blissed out, too, eyebrows upturned, nose scrunched, and more.

“Good boy.” Ryoken purred. He sounded head over heels in lust for Spectre. He turned off the vibrator.

Spectre flashed him a shy smile and exhaled a sigh of relief. The intensity of the vibrator went from one-hundred to a zero and he couldn’t be gladder. Even if the lack of buzz inside of him meant he had to contend with the situation in an eerie silence devoid of the tinnitus-like sound.

He glanced in every direction, his gazing bouncing off the wall and then back down the aisle and at every table. People were staring. People were ignoring them. It was a mixed bag and it kept him on an edge of adrenaline. He could hardly diffuse it as the effects of his climax began to fade, he was still clenched - literally - over his turned-off vibrator.

There was a dip in the atmosphere. Thank goodness. Seeming silence before the other patrons resumed their own chatter or enjoyed their meals. Ryoken smiled pleasantly and Spectre simpered, having regained his breath and even some of his dignity until the air went freezing cold.

“Okay, that’s it.” the Waitress declared from the front of the store before marching to the back where they were sitting. “Out. Now.”

She came down the corridor of tables, some empty and some cluttered, like a storm. Yet it was Ryoken who regarded her as being rude rather than they. Ryoken batted his eyelashes, surprised and vaguely alarmed. Or at least pretending to be.

“Pardon?” Ryoken said.

“I think it is best if you carried on from our establishment.” the Waitress said threateningly.

“Well I never,” Ryoken said, grabbing his purse, “we were just leaving anyway, weren’t we, honey?”

Spectre nodded, embarrassed.

Ryoken got up from his seat first, he brushed his skirt, made sure his ass - and cock - were covered by its tight fabric. Spectre followed suit sullenly. He was a little worried that there would be a damp patch in his crotch but as he got up, he was plainly dry.

The Waitress stepped aside and for a moment, briefly appeared to have regretted making a fuss since there was nothing awry. Not that she was looking and nor was Spectre for that matter.

“Thank you for your patronage.” the Waitress said, annoyed and through gritted teeth.

“Charmed, I’m sure.” Ryoken replied, sticking to his story in tone.

He and Spectre made their way past all the gawking patrons that they had been disturbing. Some moved on with their lives, others continued to enjoy the show. The waitress followed and then overtook so she could resume her charge at the cash register.

“How would you like to pay?” she asked and made the grave mistake of addressing Spectre. He was, clearly, the male out of these two, after all.

Spectre gulped and made a weak gesture to Ryoken.

“I will be.” Ryoken said, piping up.

He flashed his wallet and zapped his card on the EFTpos machine that the waitress wielded but at least that was that. The date was over and all things considered, it was a successful one despite the tension towards the end but it was to be expected. They had taken their hobbies out of the bedroom, after all, that was bound to attract attention.

“We’ll be seeing you.” Ryoken said politely and bowed his head.

Spectre bowed his head also and vaguely mumbled something which sounded like the convention of a parting phrase. Then, together, they took their leave. To a certain extent.

They walked out the door but not much further than that, though. They stood in the threshold of the cafe, dawdling on the sandy welcome mat. The afternoon deluge had slowed but they were still being irritating. The waitress who had been serving them definitely knew something was up with them by now and kept an eye on them even now as they were taking their leave. Spectre could feel the brunt of her ire boring into the back of his head from her vantage point at the cash register.

Regardless, in his boldest display yet of parading his kink around in public, Spectre couldn’t help himself. He had enjoyed himself tremendously and needed his Mommy to know.

Spectre reached around Ryoken’s waist. It was so tiny but felt especially clinched today given his get-up. The fabrics of his clothes seemed softer than usual as well, the silk blouse underneath a linen blazer. With his arm secured, Spectre leaned in and tilted his head down. He invited Ryoken for a kiss and Ryoken was all too happy to reciprocate.

“I love you, Mommy.” Spectre said.

“I love you, too, baby.” Ryoken replied.

They sealed their exchange with a kiss, not caring who saw or worse still, who heard their pet names and became clued into what they had been doing.

#writing tag #mxm #season of kink #ryoken x spectre #nsfw #the patrons sit and stare #forgor to post this apparently #and same for the other one but i'll queue it for tomorrow

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