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#Twisted Wonderland Smut
angelltheninth · 7 months
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How would the TWST dorm leaders react to their girlfriend wearing a piece of clothing that turns them on? And what would it be?
The last part of this ask got me real stumped cause honestly? I have no idea what's sexy so I'm winging it.
Pairing: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, lingerie, grinding, desk sex, keeping clothes as a souvenir, teasing, making out, getting pinned, rough sex, jealousy, possessiveness, marking, creampie
A/N: I wrote this and I still have no idea what counts as sexy clothing. I guess ties and suits for me idk.
RIDDLE + STRAPLESS BRA
He only sees it when you're behind closed doors of course but he knows you're wearing it under your uniform all day. It's so damn easy for him to push it down when you're alone and have free access to your breasts, pushing his head against them, his breath tickling your nipples as he pushes his cock in and out of you.
LEONA + MINI-SKIRT
It means that all he has to do is hike the skirt up and move your panties to the side to fuck you. One less article of clothing in his way, not to mention everyone can see the marks on your thighs left by him, how you're claimed by him in multiple places. He can also take off your panties completely, use them to clean you up and pocket them, telling you to come an collect them in his bedroom after class.
AZUL + STOCKINS
There are so many things he can do. Snap the elastic band against your skin, tear them off, push his fingers underneath the smooth material to hold your legs apart. He wasn't expecting you to wear them today, it's a nice but distracting surprise that he will be sure to take full advantage of and revel in as his cock splits your cunt open on his desk.
KALIM + OPEN SHIRT
No way are you wearing that out in the open. Although he's not usually the possessive or jealous type he won't have his girlfriends tits gawked at. He originally only planned to button you up bit it quickly turned to him pushing his leg between your thighs, his tongue silencing your gasps as his hands pinched and rolled your nipples before soothing them with kisses.
VIL + HEELS
Since he wears them too he knows just how well heels can highlight ones features. Yours are practically on full display, he likes that in private but can't take when others approach you in hopes of flirting. He pushes you into the first empty classroom there is and bends you over the desk. His pace is uncharacteristically rough but with your heels he can easily put you at the right angle for maximum pleasure.
IDIA + THIGTS
Being someone who wears mainly baggy clothes anything that's a contrast would draw his eyes. It frustrates him that it takes him a while to strip you out of them, especially when he's so fucking horny but it makes it all the more rewarding when he pushes them down your thighs along with your panties and begins to thrust into you, letting all that frustration out.
MALLEUS + FORMAL DRESS
Just a dress, just a dance, that's all it was supposed to be. Not when he sees you, how sexy you look, how many eyes you attract. Eyes that aren't his. He doesn't have the restraint to wait until you're at the dorms, he pins you in the empty hallway and leaves scratches across your bare back and cum trailing down your legs from how full your cunt is when he's done with you.
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rxsehearts · 6 months
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𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍 𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙁𝙄𝙑𝙀. 𝙂𝙇𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙀
#third years x fem!reader : after a mishaps leaves to a hole in your wall in ramshackle, you take advantage of that fact to start your own glory hole business. however, it seems you have a few new customers, some of which seem far too familiar.
mdni. cws: adult content, glory hole, handjob, blowjob, praise, masturbation (reader, lilia), edging (both doing and self-edging), dirty talk, breast job (size unspecified), cum swallowing, degradation, non-human/monster cocks. long fic. more under the cut. nav, kinktober m.list.
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to say that the prefect of ramshackle dorm was always down on her luck was an understatement. from being stripped from her established life to a new world, solving the overblots, her constant lack of funds, and throwing into the mix her unwillingness to ask any of her friends for help, no matter how willing they’d be and even offered, has led to perhaps one of the greatest and worst things to come yet. eight separate men had heard the “rumors” that their beloved prefect was offering her services in a nonconventional method. their reactions varied, but all of them individually came to the same conclusion. if this is how the perfect wanted to financially support herself, they may as well help her out.
unknown to the majority of students, that the perfect of ramshackle were offering herself as a stress relief to those willing to pay her, and everything would be anonymous. her dorm had a hole in it after grim accidentally put in the wrong plant for an alchemy assignment, blowing up the area. and rather than fix it she had decided to simply use what she could to her advantage, which was the conveniently circular hole shape in her wall. at least, that’s what the rumors were saying anyway. there was no way to actually confirm unless they’d gone there themselves, right?
as you take place behind the wall, you hum to yourself and start scrolling on your phone, waiting to see if anyone would come today. just as you hit the five minute mark, you hear shuffling from the other side. “welcome! please make sure to slip the madol in first before anything begins.” you say energetically, playing off that you’re the only woman on campus to your advantage for horny men as you go over your usual prices and rates for what you do. the man on the other side has zero trouble slipping it into the hole as his familiar voice startles you, not even trying to hide his identity. “mon trickster!” he says as you take the money. there were some men who were bold enough to try and tell you who they were, defeating the point of a glory hole you’d think, but they’d never stick in your memory beyond whether they’d paid well or not. you’d never actually considered your own friends would pay you a visit, though.
“oh how i would of loved to see your face as we do this, but this adds a type of appeal of naughtiness, does it not?” your work must go on, and he doesn’t seem to mind or judge whatsoever. you couldn’t help but wonder if he was actually into you, or into the thrill of trying something new like this. “dear customer, please get yourself ready.” you tell him. he’d already made sure to lock the door and move the occupied sign on earlier, and without a sound he’d stripped himself, speaking some sort of french to you as he brought his dick inside, your eyes widening.
you’d known rook was a mysterious man, but the biggest mystery was how he hid such a massive cock within his boxers. the dick wasn’t exactly long, by any means. but it was pretty thick and veiny. compared to the average student, including beastman or fae. he was definitely ranked as one of the thickest you’d service and you weren’t sure if you could ever walk away the same knowing it was from him, but your work must continue. “mon trickster?” he asked noticing your silence before feeling your fingers graze the tip, shuddering in delight of the ministration. he was very well shaven, as expected of pomefiore’s vice dorm warden. you bring yourself closer, hot breath fanning his cock as you start off teasingly moving your hands up and down, rubbing him first. it was surprisingly easy to get him aroused, precum smearing all over his tip as you started licking. you could hear him groan, loud, as you struggled to fit him into your mouth, rubbing what you couldn’t fit with your palms. you had to take it slow from his girth, slowly managing to take him further as you begin bobbing your head, sucking on his cock.
you could smell the scent of his special perfume on him. the one he’d only ever use for rare occasions, personally gifted to him by vil, indicating to you he probably wanted this out of his own desire rather than morbid curiosity as you continued sucking on his cock, massaging the rest. he couldn’t help but imagine how’d you look behind that wall, struggling to take his massive girth. were your eyes rolling back from it? he wanted to be able to tug at your locks and coo at you as you watch his own face flushed with ecstasy from how long he wanted to be touched by you, but he’d settle for this. “ngh, mon trickster~,” he moaned out. “your expertise in this field surprises and amazes me, yet another thing yuu are perfect in.” he praised.
you could feel your own panties getting wet, a surprise to you as most of the time you wouldn’t get so aroused with your clients. you wondered if it was because of his familiarity and that you could easily envision what he’d look like that caused you to get so into it? regardless, you press on as you lightly squeeze his cock between your fingers, feeling him twitch inside your mouth as he tells you how close he were, feeling his thick ropes of cum enter your mouth, a pleasant taste. you’d haven’t a guess, maybe metallic, of what that would of tasted like as his diet from pomefiore would of probably of vitamins and healthy foods, yet he was surprisingly sweet. the cum came out in a hot mess, just like you were as you squeezed your legs together, hoping he wasn’t that observant to know how you’d act behind a wall.
on the other hand, the blond hunter sighed in pleasure as he thanked you, “merci, mon trickster!” he says to you. meanwhile after he’s pulled out of the glory hole you can hear him dressing himself back up as he tells you a bit about his day, but you’re not listening too hard. you’re far too busy lightly fingering yourself to the thought of what if he really could of touched you. though you make sure to pull out as you feel yourself on the verge of orgasming, panting while barely hearing him saying something as he took his leave. something about having to tell something or someone about something.
as you’re coming down from your state of mind, rook finds himself leaving the room, making sure it’s sign is now flipped to unoccupied as he happily walks out your dorm building, spotting a familiar face. it was almost shocking for him, as he knows the blue haired man almost never left his room. “roi de ta chambre?” he says to himself, as the man with a jacket covering the entirety of his face quickly speeds by pretending as if no one had even seen him. rook debates calling out to him, but he’s got to pass on the information he acquired immediately!
within a minute of rook leaving, you find yourself jolting up to the sound of the door opening, shutting frantically and being locked. you recognize this to be the action of one of your more familiar customers along with his footsteps giving him away. he was someone you believe to be from ignihyde by how jittery their actions sound to you, something you noticed a lot of those dorm members had in common. however, this particular customer was definitely more jittery than others and you could always hear his jacket ruffling about and his squeaks each time you spoke no matter how often he came. “welcome back, thanks for coming yet again! will it be your usual?” you ask him, knowing he wouldn’t respond but simply put the right amount of madol inside of the hole for you. you eagerly pocket it, getting yourself ready.
the man on the other side hurriedly stripped, someone who couldn’t really last long and was often sensitive to the very touch, already leaking. you’d have to imagine he’d probably been waiting all day to visit you. his cock wasn’t anything special, especially when compared to rook’s girth, but you’d always liked teasing this customer who seemed way too into it. his cock was ghostly pale and not particularly well groomed, but he seemed to be trying lately to be a bit more clean since visiting you. you’d remembered how he first smelled like axe body spray, but now he at least smelt much cleaner in general. you start unbuttoning your uniform, having a one sided conversation.
“looks like you’re already leaking for me, does the thought of my breasts engulfing your cock and me taking you down my throat arouse you that much?” you ask him, though not expecting a response. he stiffens, at least that can confirm he’s listening to you, and he likes it. his cock was relatively normal in both size and girth, but you watched it grow just a bit bigger at his erection from your dirty talk. his precum was leaking abundantly already as you smear it as a bit of natural lube. you could also see his veins twitch as you brought your breasts to his dick. “well well well, someone’s hornier than usual.” you begun squeezing his cock between your breasts, groping your flesh and explaining to him just what you were doing behind the wall as you moved it against his cock.
you slowly begun bouncing, his cock easily sliding between your breasts as he tries to hush his own noises from the other side of the wall. you couldn’t see his state, but you’re sure it would be slightly pathetic and the thought of that amused you. you tell him you’re ready to take him as you start licking his tip, teasingly from the underside all around, rolling your tongue about. with expertise, you swallow his head and begun deepthroating him the way he liked. you could feel him trembling from his cock as you continued, each time he got close you’d pull away with a loud pop, bouncing your breasts against him again before finally giving him what he wanted as you take his cock in your mouth again, swallowing his hot cum and licking your lips. “that was so sweet as always, though you should probably eat something more nutritious than junk food.” you tell him, naturally assuming all ignihyde students ate nothing but junk. you couldn’t prove this, but your friend idia was like that, at least.
on the other side of the wall, idia was heaving and panting, teeth tearing into his lips to keep all the noises down lest you recognize him. he already tied his hair out of view and wore a hoodie with gloves, but he had to be extra careful, as he weren’t sure whether you’d ever consider even looking at him, a turbo virgin, the same way again if you knew. it was already bad enough to be recognized by ponefiore’s vice, he didn’t need anyone else he knew knowing of his dirty secret. that he was one of the first men to support your little business in his selfish desire to hear you talk dirty and feel your body on his cock. it was way better than any fleshlight of masturbation session with his own hand.
he was shuddering, an absolute mess as he pulled out. he felt ashamed at how erect he got at the thought of you being fucked or fucking someone else you knew before him, then had to service him for madol. he was a loser, and he knew it. he shakily put his cock away, already feeling it hard again as he got ready to leave. your last comment really made him feel called out, wishing that you’d only tell him those words and worried for him only. baby steps for now though… as you stare at your sticky breasts smeared with precum and saliva, you find yourself pushing your fingers back inside of you. you weren’t sure what was the reason you were so absolutely horny today as you pull away once again as you felt your body twitching for release, but it was not time for you to pleasure yourself while on the job. tonight however in your bathroom may be a different story.
the next day was equally as surprising, as you found yourself about to suck on another familiar man’s cock. it was much longer than the man from yesterday, but less girthy than rook’s by quite a bit. his cockhead looked perfect, with no bodily hairs and the fresh smell of a floral aroma coating his body. you could already envision what his cum would taste like, given his diet of vegetables and vitamins. “i’m really sure about this, so no need to worry about my well-being, vil.” you tell the blond man who initially came to check up on you. he tried telling you that he wouldn’t mind giving you the madol, or even if you insisted he’d pay you just to be his own cocksucker which was tempting but you had to refuse. you told him it were fine, but a part of you truthfully knew you didn’t want to quit. somehow, you’d managed to convince vil to try your services as he was already here, and rook could manage pomefiore for a bit. he did need some unwinding, after all.
he paid you the madol, even slipping in extra and refused to take any back. you admire his cock, seems he really put effort into all areas of himself. your fingers lightly graze the veins, not surprisingly considering his lifestyle. he was a bit more sensitive than you’d think, not exactly jerking under your touch but you could hear him hiss out a bit. you had no hesitation jerking him off, fingers giving his cock a good loving just like it needed. you wondered if he ever masturbated, as you’d always considered him to be above the act. he didn’t seem too awkward with this, nor did he seem inexperienced with what he wanted. “i want your mouth to gag on me when you take me.” he says as once again your panties become slick and wet hearing these words from twisted wonderland’s famous actor, model, vil schoenheit.
and just like he requested, you took him into your mouth as he didn’t seem to have that much precum and decided there was no point in trying to tease him like your other customers. your fingers start stroking what couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hands, which was a bit. you were midway through his cock and already gagging from it’s length but persevered anyway. despite not being able to see you, vil seemed to radiant a smug aura as he knew you were struggling to take his cock so early in the day. he knew out of everyone on campus he probably wasn’t the longest, but knew he wasn’t something to sneeze at either. “oh? i didn’t expect a professional to be struggling at her service.” he says to you at which you roll your eyes, adjusting and taking him as deep as your mouth could and started bobbing your head.
his groans were a bit loud, proving he was actually sensitive. he was rather well composed to your other customers who’d consider slouching against the wall or scratching at it as they were lost in pleasure, but you could hear how much he was really unraveling. the feeling of your warm mouth, your tongue, fingers. fuck, he was losing his expertly maintained appearance of perfection just because you were sucking his cock like an experienced whore. it was a real shame you declined, he would of treated you so well and paid so much just to feel your mouth around his cock, an exclusive right just to him. you could feel something annoying him but he didn’t say anything as you feel him thrust further against you, reaching his limit.
you ended up trying to take him best you could, not able to breath that well as tears prickle at your eyes. your jaw was definitely going to hurt, but his cock was worth it. just as expected, he orgasmed with his cum all the way down your throat which you could only swallow. unsurprisingly, it had a bit of a metallic taste to it, and was a teensy bit watery compared to the men of yesterday. you could now officially say you’d given vil schoenheit the best blowjob of his life, but for privacy reasons you would have to keep that to yourself. though that was a pleasant thing to have on your record, you’d have to say.
as he cleaned himself up with a napkin, he sighed at your life choices thus far, with a bit of jealousy that you’d do this for others by understanding that this was your choice to make and not his. you went from getting a scolded to getting cummed on so quickly. if this side of business ever failed, maybe you’d find a job with persuasion as the main skill. “see you later, vil!”
he bid you a quick farewell, having to return to pomefiore. with no one else coming in it gave you enough time to finger your self, immediately pulling out upon hearing the door opening. “welcome welcome! if you’re new here i’ll give you the rundown of my rates and the general things.” you tell him, unsure if he were a regular or a first timer. the man seemed pretty nervous, even completely unsure of his actions. it was kind of cute, especially since that happened to the majority of newcomers to your side of business. he’d feel relaxed by the end, that was something you were confident about with your fellatio skills. you take notice while explaining that he has a hint of roses smell on him, making you believe he might of either been from heartslabyul and was recently painting the roses, or he was from the queendom of roses as you recalled everyone there naturally smelled like roses.
he seemed to have his madol at the ready, handing you enough for a blowjob as he audibly gulps, unzipping his pants. it must be the day you’re blessed by good cocks, cause he was slightly girthy and long. you were positive now he was new, as this cock wasn’t one you’d taken before. he was very lightly veiny and was throbbing as is with a nice red tip, leaking ever so slightly. you bring your fingers up and smear it, giving his cock a good few squeezes as he groans. you swear to yourself there’s a hint of familiarity, but perhaps you’d gone crazy over the past few customers being ones you recognized, rook and vil, and you were now subconsciously believing everyone was someone you knew well. the man sucks in a sharp breath as he feels your mouth going down on his cock.
trey couldn’t see you, but he could envision perfectly. this was pretty much how rook described it to him, but even better as your warm mouth engulfed his cock and you started bobbing your head. he could feel you squeezing at and stroking what you couldn’t fit, and he took notice of how much of a pro you were. he’d of course watched you eat his sweets, some of which were very questionable in shape, so he knew you probably did have some oral skill. however, the way you sounded, sucked on, squeezed him… it felt so good and so wrong simultaneously. it was no surprise to anyone, perhaps even to you, than he had wanted to date you, but this is the closest he could probably ever get. and he would savor it. he only wished he could of grabbed your hair and choke you down on his cock.
he can feel his fingers clenching as he leans against the wall, trying to thrust further deeper down your throat thinking of how fucked you’d look if he had a chance to go all the way. you on the other hand were pleasantly surprised by his eager reaction to your mouth, and took it as a sign that he was liking what he was getting. you feel him twitching in your mouth, but he doesn’t release yet. he was throbbing, but could hold his orgasm quite well as you suck hatder and deeper, relishing in his deep groans as you hear him against the wall. for a second, you could of sworn you heard his name leaving your lips, but that thought is on the back burner as he cums straight in your mouth with zero warning. you feel him stay put, letting out heavy amounts of thick cum in your mouth, swallowing it all as he was definitely filled with it. you pull off with a pop, licking your lips as the pleasantly delicious and sweet taste, confirming your suspicions he were from heartslabyul.
“mn, that was sweet. almost as much as the desserts i normally eat at heartslabyul.” you say, he twitches as he pulls out. you don’t notice how he stiffens before pulling out. a part of him hoped and believed that you knew who he was and that was a flirting attempt, but the rational part of him knew that was simply a part of the job, to be able to secure a regular customer. he doesn’t say anything as he buckles himself, less stressed and horny when compared to how much he masturbated the night before. he was glad he denied himself, filling your mouth up to the brim today was worth all his sexual frustration the night before. now it was time for him to return before the next tea party, preparing with cater. unknown to him, you had just finished and released in your panties as well, sulking that you just did that for the first time.
by the time your next day came around, you weren’t sure what to expect. you’d already seen quite a few familiar customers, but it seemed like they just kept on coming. did no one understand the meaning of a glory hole, you wonder. the point was anonymity not to barge in and tell you how their day was, while having their cock sucked on by a professional. “and that’s when professor crewel got soo mad when i nearly spilt the potion.” the ever cheerful diamond told you as he pushed his cock into the hole, casually prattling on about his day. from the second he walked into the room, he made zero effort to hide himself and his intentions.
“trey was so right about this place having that kind of vibe! cay-cay may be super trendy but seems he was kept out of the loop this time. i’m really hurt you didn’t tell me about this place sooner.” he continues prattling, revealing to you that the man you actually orgasmed to was trey. you knew he were familiar, thankful cater couldn’t see the way your face embarrassed and ashamed for cumming to sucking your friend’s cock, or that he came to you and was probably intending to be secretive. you can hear him gasp out as you lick the tip of his cock, leaking with excessive precum as is. he was quite a decent size and somewhat shaved. nothing overly girthy, pretty average in that department. however his length was a bit above average. why were all your friends hiding such nice cocks, or was it that twisted wonderland had much different ones than earth?
you decide to waste no time, already embarrassed to the point of wanting to disappear, as in even more so than you were with rook. at least with rook he’d always been weird, but cater was someone you saw often at unbirthday parties, and you knew for sure that tomorrow you’d have an even larger clientele. the thought of cater spreading the word of what a whore you were for madol got you soaked, starting to embrace this side of you. you begun pushing a finger into your soaked cunt as you sucked on the underside of his cock, fully embracing him into your mouth. you can hear him groaning as he talks about how he wished he could take pictures of your mouth stuffed with his cock and cum and how he would of shown it to others, but unfortunately you were interested in being behind a wall.
you feel him getting close pretty quickly, as he audibly wished he could tug your hair as a sign to go deeper, gag on his cock, drool on him. you didn’t think he’d last too long, and you were right on that. you could feel him twitching inside your mouth as you finger ourself harder, pushing in a second finger and scissoring your own cunt. you were moaning, hoping he couldn’t hear the way you fucked yourself to his dirty talk, but it felt extremely loud to you. your eyes shut as you take in all of his cum, not letting an ounce drip from your lips as you swallow, licking his cock a few times before pulling away with a loud pop as he shuddered. your fingers quickly pull out, a slick mess of sheer coating them, you close your eyes in embarrassment, and denied yourself an orgasm yet again. “ahh, that felt so good! I always knew your mouth would feel amazing with how you eat at the unbirthday parties…” cater says to himself, making you squeeze your thighs.
he bids you farewell, promising to come back next week for a much longer session. you could only imagine having to face all your friends after being a cum drinking whore. there’s not a moment to rest as another man enters the room with a very low growl as he slams the doors and stomps. this, you can immediately tell, was someone from savanaclaw. “herbivore, what the fuck is this?” and that, you can immediately tell, was leona kingscholar. you wondered what he were angry about exactly as he tugged his cock free from the restraints in his pants, belt falling against the floor as he huffed.
“would you like to hear the prices, dear customer?” you tease him, only to hear a growl. “i had to hear this from schoenheit of all people, his good mood freaked me out.” he grumbled as you went over your service. his attitude led you to believe he wasn’t more so angry or concerned you decided to suck cock anonymously, but more so he wasn’t the first to be told about it generally. you’d figured he were upset since vil came to you first, rather than him, and he was agitated by the fact he couldn’t rub it in he got to cum down your mouth first. as he slides the money in, you’re greeted by a nice, throbbing, beast-like cock. he was fairly hairy so it was hard to notice at first, but there were definitely some sort of spines on his cock, and he was also quite the massive dick owner.
he’d overpaid, not specifying what he wanted exactly and you could only assume he was planning to be here for awhile, at least until your jaw could no longer work. “never seen a cock as good as mine?” he snarled, but you kept your mouth shut. you’d seen a fair bit of thick, girthy, and long dicks the past few days and throughout the length of your business all-together but running your mouth at the moment would only make things worse for you or perhaps more pleasurable since you knew your friend well enough to believe he would use your mouth like a personal cocksleeve for the afternoon.
“mm, your cock definitely is admirable i’ll give you that, kingscholar.” you reply, licking your lips. you start to slowly lick the underside, giving kitten licks to the head of his cock. it was nice to hear his breathing change ever so slightly as he sucked in a sharp breath, knowing you were teasing him as you slowly sucked down on him, using your fingers to massage whatever failed to fit in your mouth as you deep throated him. you could feel your legs squeezing as you were pretty damn horny, and he could practically smell your arousal leaking from your cunt, well aware your panties must be damped and soaked as he shut his eyes, mumbling low strews of dirty lingo.
you were right on the money thinking he’d take advantage of the situation, his cock thrusting into your throat as you took him, for the first time in awhile feeling your eyes watery. if he were any normal man than your friend with a perfect cook you’d consider banning him, but your aching, sopping cunt said otherwise as you could hear him groan and laugh. as your fingers continued stroking what you couldn’t fit, he relished in your noises, knowing what a whore you were, but still failing to take all of his cock down. he made sure to slow down to give you a second before thrusting rough and fast again, enjoying the warmth of your mouth as his tail flickered, not minding the wall too much as felt his cock twitching in your mouth. he was close, thrusting all the way down that you could barely breathe as he could smell the cum soaking and dribbling out your cunt. he released hot, thick, bitter white ropes into your mouth and down your throat that it was a struggle at first. he was extremely bitter, even more so than you’d expect.
after about a minute, everything was swallowed and you pulled away, sucking his cock and running your tongue along. you weren’t sure how the spines would of felt at first, but they weren’t painful at all and actually felt pleasurable against your mouth, you wondered whether it’d feel the same around your fluttering walls, but had no time to think as you went back to work, taking off your shirt and bringing his lubed up cock to your breasts as you got back to treating it with care. “fuck, you’re so damn horny.” leona says as you roll your eyes, he was one to talk, failing to realize he could smell your arousal and the fact you cummed to him, as you prepare yourself for a long, sore night, unsure if you’d be open tomorrow for the sake of your jaw.
you should of expected this, as two men enter the room together with very familiar voices. in fact, you’d be even more surprised if they hadn’t heard by now, or were even separate. you couldn’t see each other, but things certainly felt like they could. the air in the room changed completely, as lilia greeted you, smiling behind the wall as he closed the door. “well well well, seems our dear prefect is not as innocent as we’d thought. you should of seen the way malleus reacted when he heard the rumors were true!” you could vaguely imagine it when he said that though not the full severity.
malleus had nearly struck down some students with lightning the first time he heard the rumor, and only grew more agitated as they continued as he stayed in denial. but now, he was convinced there was merit behind those allegations and despite how possessive he felt of you, despite not being dating and only being close friends, he found his cocks desperately twitching at the thought of you choking on his girth and length after all the whispers lilia had told him. he truthfully didn’t see you that way at first, you were a good friend, his first friend. but why then was his cocks so hard already at the mere thought of you on your knees sucking him off behind a wall, not even face to face. he wondered how’d you sound, how’d you looked, taste, feel just for his cum to fill up your mouth as you swallow it whole. he knew he shouldn’t, he were the prince and a fae with unrivaled prowess yet here he was getting aroused over a human from a different world.
he wasn’t sure what to say keeping silent as lilia did the talking. it took a bit of coercing, but yet here he was, and somehow the dragon prince found himself stripping his boxers off after lilia paid for you. he wasn’t sure how this’d work, he wasn’t really one to read or insults himself sexually, but his hand casually broke a bit more of the wall to fit both his cocks inside as you gasp from his actions and his girth. as expected of a nonhuman man over 200cm, and one of the top five wizards, his dicks were massive. there was not one, but two, and they were covered in tiny spines, with one of top of the other. the tips were a sort of black color, and they were both equally long, but the top one was much girthier. he was leaking heavily with precum, trickling onto your floor.
he hissed in a mixture of pleasure and possessiveness, his instincts more animalistic than what he would of wanted, he nearly destroyed the wall. his nails dug into his hands as he kept silent, lilia describing to you what to do and how he’d like it. you find yourself licking and slurping at the bottom cock, guiding it to your breasts as you begun bouncing his cock between them while sucking, his top cock lightly hitting you in the face. this may be your only chance to suck a dragon’s cock, and you were damn excited. after sufficiently sucking the cock, you release and tend to it with your bouncing breasts, your mouth now focusing on the top cock as you admire how much precum was there. you brought it to your lips, hearing him groan.
“you’ll need to take a minute to take all of him, don’t try taking him too quick or he might end up breaking your throat.” you couldn’t tell if that were a threat, warning, or tease as you worked on malleus’s cock, an odd feeling of power within you that you were the one making the prince fae so horny. in fact, maybe too horny as he soon begun thrusting both his cocks against and in you as you got into a comfy pace, hearing him hissing and feeling as though the wall would crumble at any moment. on the other hand, you could hear lilia masturbating without any care to be silent. with both powerful fae calling out your name, they could smell your arousal heightening, especially malleus as he thrusted harder and faster, smelling how horny you got from being used.
you end up finding your breasts spilling white cum, more so than any beastman you’d ever taken so far. in fact, your shirt and skirt were soaked with cum to the point you’d have to throw it away. his girthier cock were still going as your fingers scissor your cunt, moaning his name on his cock as he cums, an extremely bitter taste filling into your mouth, spilling as you can’t swallow it all, staining your face as even after pulling away he’s still going. your chin is dribbling with his fluids, your clothes stained, and your cunt throbbing violently as it spasms, cumming and staining your panties. you’re panting hard despite the other two sounding relatively normal, and the silence is painful until they speak. “she smells so good,” malleus had commented. oh, oh. he knew, lilia knew, the evident smell. “khehehe, seems she might actually feel something for you then.” he tried to reassure malleus on his feelings for his crush not being one sided, no matter the scenario, before changing the subject.
lilia lets out a laugh. “surely you’re open to discuss, perfect… since you like madol so much, how much for your panties?” he asks, ready to pay for your cum stained underwear. the mere thought of your friend offering to buy your stained underwear undoubtedly makes you horny. “I want for my next month’s entire groceries, meals, and necessities paid when asked without complaint for my underwear.” you say, not quite believing your audacity at all, but somehow malleus was already holding his hand out in front of you inside the hole.
you hand him the underwear as you take it off, surprised at the mess yourself as your body feels hot and bothered. you could hear lilia’s laughter faintly, now as he put his cock inside the hole, surprising you slightly. he was much longer than his size would ever let onto, with a nice red tip that was already pressing against your cheek while taking note that he wasn’t even hard yet, either. “well? we aren’t done prefect, i’d like my turn.” taking his cock into your already sore mouth, you had a small thought to yourself. how on earth were you supposed to treat all your friends like normal human beings when you’re this slutty over their cocks? what were you going to do when you visit diasomnia tomorrow for that group project? they’re something you’d decided to answer at a different day, as right now you were too horny to give a damn.
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tagging: @k4sumis0u, @candlewitch-cryptic, @witherfag. roi de ta chambre = king of solace(i actually don’t know?) in french. honestly, kind of feel filthy. you don’t want to or need to know the amount of things that were googled to make this possible.
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[Mildly suggestive]
Summary: Lilia loves you dearly yet intensely.
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Lilia watched as you dozed right next to him.
His coat laid over you.
Your hand was entwined with his as you slept.
He used his other to move some tendrils of hair away from your face.
You mumbled as you leaned into his slightest touch.
An inner dark stirring came to him, something he hasn’t felt in centuries.
This stirring he felt ever since the overblot incident with Malleus.
He can recall how his dream self was fascinated by you, by your light.
He recalled how his current self’s fondness for you mixed with the confusion and interest of his past self.
His need to possess and own reared it’s head in the dream realm, even now he can feel the shadows of it call to him.
To own
To possess
To claim
You were someone his past self couldn’t have due to the war, but yet you were a temptation he sought.
Lilia chuckled as he leaned towards you, kissing your forehead then leaning his head against yours.
“You don’t understand the power you hold over me.”
He recalled how his past constantly, furtively watched you. How it wasn’t Sebek nor Grim that he found threatening, but Silver. His own son.
How you leaned on him and Silver did the same. How you checked up on him and made sure he was okay.
How he, in return, cared for you just as much.
Lilia remembered the burning pit in his stomach.
“Jealous of my own son, oh precious, what you do to me.”
He recalled how he kicked Silver to distract the enemies and the slight satisfaction he felt before you screamed for his son.
The way you checked and made sure Silver was okay and the look of disappointment you sent him after, had his past self flinching.
He recalled how he wanted to take you and claim you. Over and over, until you knew nothing else but him. Wanted nothing else but him. Begged for him and he would have gladly provided.
Mine.
The word is whispered in the recess of his mind. Yes.
His.
As you stirred awake, blinking up at him. Bringing a hand up to cup his cheek, you called his name with your voice filled with sleep and love.
That was all it took.
Lilia felt himself give in to his inner and darker desires. Why deny himself? When you were right here? So willing and loving?
The hands clutching at him. Leaving marks of your own. The gasps and moans that you sung, expressed how willing you were.
It wasn’t enough, but it would be. He didn’t plan to stop until the lines that separated you two blurred into one.
Until he was quenched of his thirst for you, until you begged and pleaded for him, knowing nothing but him and pleasure.
He hoped you were ready, because this thirst wouldn’t be satisfied for a long while, and he very much loved the song you sang as he expertly loved you.
The past and current Lilia aligned, enraptured and enthralled in their desires to fully claim and possess you, only the moon a witness to these lovers.
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takaholic · 6 months
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malleus draconia x f!reader, smut, reader is called "little one" and "my love," size kink, use of toys, dom!mal (nothing hard or mean), some overstim, squirting, naughty use of magic, first time together (not virginity loss), this is a one-shot with no part 2, based on a convo in the gc a while back, this was written with pure evil intent for my darling @mydiluc, (2.5k wc)
18+ ONLY — MDNI
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"Malleus, I want you."
The request comes between heated kisses and your body sunken into plush bedding. The Briar Kingdom heir lifts his face from yours, illuminated by warm candlelight reflecting off his chamber’s stone walls, and stares at you from a nose's distance. 
"I'm right here, and I am all yours," he tells you. 
He's so sincere in his density. You lean forward to give him a peck, smiling against his lips. 
"I want you," you repeat, snaking your leg around his thigh and using it to pull his hips into you. 
The effect of your heavy kissing presses into your lower stomach, making you draw in a breath when you realize he wants you too. Malleus smiles at your reaction, tongue briefly grazing one of his sharp canines. 
"I don't know if you're ready for that, little one," he says, though the way his lids halve the glow of his eyes suggests an openness to you challenging that claim. 
"There's no part of you I can't handle," you say back.
The smug yet charming look on his face intensifies as he shifts to grasp your wrist in his hand, slowly guiding you between your bodies until your hand comes in contact with something big and hard in his pants. You know—You knew—and yet there's still a moment of disbelief when you can't fit your hand around it. It jumps at your touch, making your heart plummet down between your legs and a whimper rise from your throat. 
"Don't be afraid, my love. I will never do anything to hurt you. I'm happy just being close to you like this," he assures you and moves his face into your neck to place a gentle kiss. 
You whimper again, though this one causes concern. Malleus lifts his head to see you pouting at him, tears welling in your eyes. 
"But I—I want," you mewl, fumbling with frustration, "I want to give you all of me, and I want all of you." 
"You have all of me already," he tells you. 
"No," you sniffle stubbornly and paw at the huge mass beneath his pants. "I want more."
Both his smile and his eyes widen at your words. His pupils flare when he speaks, "Look at you, such a greedy little thing."
"Malleus, please," you beg, squeezing your fingers around the bulge and moving your palm up and down its daunting length. 
He breathes in deep and slow, carefully rocking his hips into your touch. Looking at your face is dangerous for his resolve; it would be all too easy for him to succumb to his desire for you and cast aside his will to keep you safe. 
"Wait here," he tells you. 
You watch patiently as he backs off the bed and goes to sift through a drawer in the chest on the other side of his room. A wave of shyness hits you as you straighten yourself up. Making demands of the Briar Valley prince is bold even in your position. You wonder if you've asked too much of him. 
However, he returns to the foot of his bed, holding something in his hand. Your face goes hot as soon as you realize what it is. 
"What are y— Why do you— Is that really—?" You sputter as you throw your hands to your face, but keep your fingers spread over your eyes. 
Malleus smiles and brings the object, pitch black and phallic, to his chin and runs the tip of his tongue over the head of it. 
"What's that look for?" He asks.
"Why do you have that?" You manage to spit out, heart pounding as the mattress dips and jostles when he climbs back over to you. 
"How about I show you?" His smile grows in a calm yet wicked way. 
He traces the tip of the toy on your inner thigh, not quite all the way up the hem of your slip. Your breath draws, not just at the sensation, but also at realizing his intrigue. He continues to tease his way up your leg, then gently presses the head to your clit through your panties—the gasp you let out getting swallowed by his kiss. 
The two of you resume your heated make out, though this time with your hips bucking against the toy in search of more arousal. His tongue slides against yours, every flick and prod adding to the building temperature in your body. Wetness leaks through the fabric of your panties, allowing for a more even glide as you grind against the toy, alternating between wanting it to rub at your clit and prod at your clothed entrance. 
“Eager are we?” He teases. “You want me to make you feel good?”
“Mal—” You huff just as he presses it tighter to your cunt. You clench in anticipation, your brows drawing together and upwards as you fail to hold down a whine. 
He places a light kiss to your temple before shifting down to remove your panties, viridescent eyes flashing when he sees the strings of slick. He teases the head of the toy in your folds, gathering up wetness and swirling more tantalizing little circles around your clit before slipping it down to catch at your entrance. 
"Wait," you call out between short gasps. 
Malleus's eyes flicker up, resting the side of his face against your thigh, horn pressing lightly on your knee. 
"Isn't it a bit…too small?" You ask. 
While the toy is by no means small on a human scale, compared to what you had felt in his pants earlier, it seems a bit lacking. 
"Just lay back, my love. Let me handle this," he tells you, not wasting a moment to start easing the head in. 
Your lips part at the stretch, already clenching at every bit of length he pushes in you. Even though it's not him, the fact that it's him guiding it in you starts to give you the excitement of connection. 
"See? I can tell your little hole here is so tight," he says, eyes locked on the sight of your lower lips spread and drooling. The prettiest, most sinful pink flush sits on his cheeks. "It's going to take much preparation for you to be ready for me, but I know you can do it, little one."
He's not wrong. You already feel plenty full, especially when he adjusts his hold on the base and begins pumping it in and out of you. His name leaves your lips in broken squeals as he stimulates that sweet spot inside of you. Every stroke has you gushing more and more around the toy, coating it and his fingertips in a lewd shine. 
"Relax for me," he tells you, though he must know it's impossible when he starts thumbing circles around your clit. 
You grip even tighter, feeling so close to that point of overwhelming pleasure already. He simply chuckles at how greedy your cunt is and how easily you let yourself get lost in sensations. He relents, pulling his thumb from your clit and slowing down the pumping of his wrist. 
"Come on now, take a deep breath," he says, leering down at you. 
You find your focus on his handsome face. Wanting to be good for him, you muster the will to obey his order. However, before you can completely fill your lungs, he waves his fingers and twirls his free hand. 
All of the air that you breathed in is pushed out of you when you feel the toy swell, stretching inside of you and filling you up all the more. No words are able to form in your mouth. Malleus smiles in amusement. 
"How's that feel, little one? Is it too much for you?" He asks and wiggles it some, admiring how your cunt still manages to pulse around it. "Because if it is, I have to tell you: You still have a couple more sizes to get through." 
You whine, not out of pain—no, certainly not as your body quivers in delight from being so full—but still unable to find any words. In your state, all you can do is lift your hips, motioning them towards him to let him know you're ready for him to continue. 
"Oh? You're feeling that good?" He teases but doesn't hold back in giving you what you want. He takes hold of the enlarged toy and starts thrusting it into you once again. 
Every drag of it makes you see stars—pulls the lewdest, loudest moans from you as your legs shake. The crown of your head rolls and digs into the pillows with your neck and back arched off the bed. Your fingers claw into the sheets. He starts petting your clit again with his thumb, and within mere seconds, you're peaking so hard that you can't even tell where it began or if it will ever end. 
"That's it. That's it," he says with a low chuckle, still fucking you through it. 
The pleasure is unending. You're in no state of mind to think things to be impossible or not—only acceptance of what you're feeling—and right now, you feel yourself already building for another climax. 
Malleus keeps up the pace of his hands, the toy suctioning back into you every time he pulls it. The smile and blush on his face are maniacal in awe of you laid out like this before him. 
"Again, little one. Another deep breath for me," he demands, slowing the pace just enough to begin conjuring the magic needed to enhance the toy. 
You do as you're told, trusting the overwhelming heat crackling within you to intensify at his command. It stretches inside of you once again, stealing away the breath you worked to take. You cry out some wanton-laden form his name, hips raised off the mattress as your cunt accommodates the growth. It’s mind-scrambling being utterly stuffed full.
“Doing so good, little one,” he coos and moves up your body to kiss at your cheek, your jaw, and your swollen lips. 
You’re already so ruined, yet he continues to move the toy in and out of you. You twist your head to the side—a meager attempt to muffle your cries into the pillow but instead have you drooling and moaning out unbridled. Your hands grab at his shoulders, nails creating alluring red streaks on his skin, desperately holding onto him in a panic of where a second orgasm will send you. 
You completely soak his hand, though it doesn’t impede his grip strength. No matter how hard you squeeze, he drags it out of you, sending ripples of stimulation through every nerve within. Lewd wet noises fill the room accompanied by your filthy whines. 
Malleus's own breathing rate runs high. His eyes stay trained on your face, caught up in the excitement but still alert to any potential tells of discomfort. He doesn’t see any of that—only the blissful concentration of his beloved human chasing that next peak. 
“Mal— I don’t know if I can— It’s so—” You babble. 
“Shhh,” he soothes and slows his hand. “Should I slow down?” 
“No!” You cry and move your hips, trying to signal to him not to stop. “I just— It feels so different—good, but it's so much. I'm just so full, but I want more."  
You continue to wiggle your hips and clench around the toy, unable to control how much your body wants it. Malleus swipes his tongue through his teeth and smiles down at you. 
"Think you can take one more deep breath for me?" 
You chew your bottom lip and nod your head with pleading eyes. He nuzzles a kiss into your cheek before pulling back and waving his free hand for one more sizing spell. Your breath turns into a gasp when you feel the swell and stretch. 
"That's it. I knew you could do it," he says. 
He shifts back to get a better view between your legs. Your cunt is wrapped so deliciously around the toy, pushing out streams of juices. The head of it rubs at a spot so deep within you that you had no idea it even existed. You can’t even vocalize what you’re feeling—just your mouth moving open and closed as your brows twitch upward. He prods the toy inside of you gently, and finally, you’re able to let out an airy moan that sends prickles down his neck. 
“So good. Please, move,” you beg.
The fullness you feel goes beyond satisfaction and loops right back around to intense craving. There’s a twisted part within you that feels confident you could handle him crawling completely inside of you and that it’s the only thing capable of quelling the desire to have all of him. But he begins to pump his wrist again, and soon those silly thoughts are forced away when that impossibly deep spot inside of you is rubbed and prodded. 
“Ohhh— It’s so—”
You can’t finish any of your thoughts before the next wanton moan is pushed from your tongue. Writhing in the sheets, you hopelessly try to ground yourself against the mounting sensations. He speeds up the pace, making your vision shake and blur to the point where all you can do is screw your eyes shut.
"You're doing so good. Come on, cum for me again," he coaxes. 
There's something so different about this than your other sexual experiences. It's as if you're getting turned inside out, melting down, and rapidly being constructed into something else entirely. It's unnerving, yet you can't help but crave it because it's Malleus's doing. 
"I think—" But you can't. 
He drives the toy in faster, pushing at the back of your knee with his other hand to expose you all the more to him. You let your legs fall open, feet and ankles dangling helplessly in the air. 
One final thrust from him and one impossibly tight squeeze from your cunt has you gasping, shaking, tears leaking from your eyes. He pulls the toy out from you completely, tossing it aside to rub messy strokes over your clit. Spurts of juices burst forth from your entrance—over and over and over again—soaking the bedding and your thighs as he spreads the mess around in his efforts to keep your climax going. He plunges his fingers back inside of you, curling them and dragging them out, chuckling in pure delight as you keep the show going. 
The peak eventually decrescendos. He lets your legs relax, collapsing into the damp sheets. You pant as you would at the end of being chased, your heart beating so too. Sweat dabbles your face and neck. You struggle to sit up, but Malleus stops you with a deep kiss that has you sinking back. 
He pulls away and brings his focus back to his work between your legs. He gently runs the tips of his fingers through the mess, making you twitch and whine. 
“My,” he marvels with flushed cheeks. He wets his lips and peers up to your face with a dark smile. 
The candles in his room flicker, making his loving yet wicked expression all the more flustering. It's a look that sends you the message: I'm not done with you yet. 
He licks your juices from his fingers, then drops his hand to the massive, alluring bulge in his pants. Grasping and stroking his clothed cock, he speaks in a low, shiver-inducing tone, 
"Looks like you're ready for me now, little one."
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malleleothreesome · 3 months
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Azul Ashengrotto x afab Reader - Aphrodisiac + Breeding
💜 summary: After an alchemy accident, you and Azul end up covered in an aphrodisiac potion ༶༶༶ 💜 warnings: afab reader, smut, LOTS OF BREEDING KINK, pregnancy mention, porn with plot??? ༶༶༶ 💜 word count: 8.4k words I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED ༶༶༶ 💜 song: Vapor - 5 Seconds of Summer "I wanna feel you in my veins I want to breathe you in like a vapor I want to be the one you remember I want to feel your love like the weather, all over me" ༶༶༶ 💜 inspired by: this ask thank you! ♡✧*:・゚
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As a magicless human, Alchemy had always been your favorite class at Night Raven College. Despite lacking an innate aptitude for spell-casting, mixing and crafting potions was an artform that didn't require magic in order to bring spectacular effects into the world. Alchemy classes provided a refuge—a safe space with no barrier for entry where you could excel instead of feeling singled out for being an oddity in a sea of talented mages. You relished in the opportunity to learn about new components and elements, excitedly observing as volatile chemicals bubbled in heated pots to produce glowing, glittery pastes.
Much to your suspicion, Azul had always been particularly enthused to help you with potions, boasting how he was the most adept in the class due to his academic proficiencies, and that he was certain you'd find success with his aid. He took special interest in mentoring you, watching your delicate, nimble movements as you worked, walking you through procedures and detailed steps, and speaking knowledgeably about the ingredients in a tone that oozed expertise. His tutelage had helped you reach impressive grades on even the most challenging assignments. It wasn’t long before you found yourself spellbound by his charming intellect, deceivingly sweet demeanor, and the addictively intense gaze of his unique blue eyes.
There was always a subtle mischief hidden behind the smiling eyes and the easy charisma that suggested an ulterior motive lurking beneath his silver-tongue. Based on your observations of his interactions with other students, you assumed this was a ploy in hopes that if you had taste of the sweet, intoxicating elixir of power and success, you'd become desperate for more of his help, consequentially making you subservient and open to the idea of contracting yourself to him. In defiance of your paranoia that his motivations are not entirely altruistic, you did always feel an odd prickle in the air when he stood right behind you to monitor your actions. That sensation, a fiery buzz that hummed in your lower abdomen, always gave your heart flutters and kept you on edge as Azul's calm breaths ghosted against your hair and sent ripples of warm pleasure tingling through you. Your breath hitched in your throat as his large, gloved palms gently guided you through your motions, brushing over the bare skin on your knuckles or arms, leaving electric jolts where you felt his warmth. He smelled crisp like ocean breeze, an inviting fragrance that enveloped your mind and wrenched you out of reality and into his heady fantasy—a scene in which all you can taste are the thick, sweet notes of his dark intentions, and all you could do was choke on his cloying, dominating allure. He didn't ask permission to touch you or indicate an appropriate method to teach—no, his hands simply snaked around your waist and ran along your curves, slowly learning the feeling of your soft flesh through his gloves. Each time, you couldn't help but sink a little closer to his chest, instinctively chasing the seductive ambience radiating off of him, drowning in his captivating presence as though he was the tide pulling you under. There was no denying it—you wanted more of him.
Today's lab was no different, the air was tense and thick with charged attraction, filled with sexual tension so palpable it could be cut with a knife. The assignment was to experimentally combine various liquids, mixing and adjusting for better consistency, until you found a formula to concoct a viable, bountiful healing potion that would greatly ease the effects of injury. This assignment was a notoriously difficult, energy-draining procedure that required extreme vigilance to avoid an adverse chemical reaction that would result in a completely different type of potion, although Crewel didn’t elaborate on the exact details. After carefully pouring two compounds—one a milky white, and the other a vivid magenta—into a tall, cylindrical flask, Azul cautiously peered over your shoulder to check your concoction's progress as you stirred them. With one arm outstretched against the table to secure a good vantage point, he rested his other on your waist and leaned in closer as he studied the bubbling pink mixture. After adding an infusion of ground powder, a burst of sparkles clouded the interior of the flask, a telltale sign you were on the right track. This is the portion of the experiment where you needed to take extra caution to mix the elements together in perfect precision without faltering or taking your eyes away from your project, a delicate operation requiring the utmost concentration. Suddenly, Grim barges in and jumps on the lab station in excitement, yapping about how he wants to help, despite you and Azul explaining multiple times he has a proven history of destroying your projects.
The moment the little cat-monster attempts to extend his claws into your precious potion, Azul reacts automatically with surprising speed, his hands fly in a frenzy to scoop Grim away from your chemistry equipment. "Get off that this instant, Grim! You have no business here! Get your little paws out of that glassware this instant before you ruin another assignment! Do not interrupt us! Get away from there immediately!" Azul scolds him repeatedly while chasing him around the room, attempting to steer him to the door. "Why you foolish beast! You're far more of a liability than an asset! This experiment requires extreme care and concentration to avoid failure—a common result of your erratic, clumsy behavior!" His expression hardens with anger, eyebrows drawing into a line as Grim hisses defiantly. The little monster still hasn't relented, his hind legs clumsily scrabbling and slipping in Azul's grip as he tries desperately to cling onto the edge of the lab table, hoping for a quick paw-hold. A heavy, frustrated sigh escapes Azul's nostrils, his face morphing into one of desperation, pleading with the troublesome cat-creature to just leave you to focus your project in peace.
"How very annoying... To think he would willingly place himself in danger without even stopping to consider the consequences... what a foolish and irresponsible creature," he exhales irritably, struggling to wrestle Grim from his precarious position as his composure begins to slip, agitation creeping through his voice and shattering his typical polished and suave illusion of unflappable equanimity. He continues to scold Grim as he chases him around your station, gritting his teeth and losing his cool as the monster's cries of distress and denial ring through the entire room. Grim is an unrelenting little bastard who won't quit squirming. There isn't the slightest semblance of remorse or pity on his stupid, feline face, and Azul feels his resolve crack as he becomes utterly fed up with this spoiled brat's behavior. Grim continues to kick and howl his way through Azul's grip, determined to aid with your Alchemy project, but his clumsy movements start causing your potion to bubble and ripple in an unsettling manner. You shriek his name, begging him to just settle the hell down and be a team player.
It happens in a matter of seconds—a fizzling sound grabs your attention. You turn back around quickly and notice your reaction beginning to froth violently. Your eyes widen in horror and your mouth drops in disbelief. Azul notices your fear-wide eyes and immediately stops his futile efforts to reprimand Grim. In an instant, his gaze reflects the alarm in yours and the blood drains from his already pale cheeks. Grim runs out in a screaming huff as he exits in a frenzied flurry, knowing when to take a hint and make a clean getaway. At this point, the compound is pouring heavily from the top of the flask, spewing out onto the heating device and coating the table below. The chemical reaction is completely beyond your control now, its speed increasing exponentially, bubbling and exploding, kicking out thick, unmanageable clouds of murky pink and purple fumes. Within seconds, it covers the lab tables in an almost misty haze as you choke and sputter in a coughing fit, Azul gasping and choking right alongside you, panic flashing across his face. An eerie glow seeps through the thick liquid as a swirling mist appears from inside the glass. Without warning, it erupts directly toward the two of you before either of you have time to take cover—shattering the flask and showering the fronts of your faces and bodies in its noxious, intoxicating fluids. Both you and Azul choke out muffled yells and groans, the sticky, glittering mixture clinging to the fabric of your clothes and the exposed skin on your faces.
The next thing either of you register is Crewel's obnoxious bark as he spits out sharp commands to open the windows and clear out all the air from the room. Coughing, you gasp for fresh oxygen, suddenly becoming very aware of how fast your heart is racing. It thumps so hard and so forcefully inside of your ribcage that the noise reverberates loudly in your ears, overwhelming your senses. However, no amount of labored inhaling can free you from the toxic, vaporous gas; every molecule in your lungs has already been bombarded and completely overcome by the potion’s effects. As its intoxication takes hold of you, a wicked fever seems to roar within you, followed by a horribly slow heat that makes your limbs ache. Every orifice of your body is saturated by the miasma—liquid slips between your lips, gushing down the front of your body to coat your exposed neck and chest. You taste the surprisingly sweet potion on the inside of your mouth; its taste lingers sweet and tacky on the flat of your tongue, coating your throat. You'd panic that you just consumed some horrific cocktail with traces of corrosion or stomach-rotting acid, if it weren't for the fact that Crewel seems more frustrated than concerned for your well-being. Rather than damaging you, whatever substance was expelled seems to be having quite the opposite effect; you feel your body becoming more energetic, your head becoming lighter, and a bubbling rush of warmth seems to radiate all over from the inside out, changing your physiology into a fertile garden in need of sowing. Adrenaline rushes through you and awakens your basal instincts, forcing you to acknowledge every excruciating detail of your body in an erotic manner. Arousal slithers through your veins like venom, poisoning all remaining thoughts and rationality, as a throbbing, almost blinding wave of pleasure overtakes your body. You become intensely, achingly aware of your physical needs, and all those needs center upon an impassioned desire to be filled, stretched, and seeded full—the frantic urge to be bred nearly splits you in half and makes your lower belly cramp in a hot flash of want. For a second, you hear Azul stutter something to you, his voice wavering on the verge of cracking with the desire that the aphrodisiac had triggered. You lock eyes with Azul, pupils blown wide as lust makes his oceanic gaze shimmer. The front of his slacks have grown embarrassingly tight with the straining girth of his aroused cock. You meet his clouded eyes, almost embarrassed by your wanton thoughts and the desperate throbbing between your thighs.
It is only a split second of recognition, a blurry, sweaty haze of unfathomable passion, before your shared moment is interrupted. Crewel shouts at you to look him in the eyes, snapping you out of your sexual frenzy, even if only for a split second. He stares at you, his gray-streaked hair framing the contoured features of his face as he cocks an eyebrow. The elder gives your flushed skin and trembling body a once-over.
"Just as I thought. It's a dopamine-based aphrodisiac. At least nothing fatal or life threatening, but enough to send you both into a delirious, euphoric-fueled rut," he assesses calmly, unfazed. "What's more, the way the explosion altered the structure of the compound has made its properties even more potent and uncontrollable. In terms you incompetent pups will understand, we're past the stage of antidote or reprieve, and you both have mere moments before the hormones will reach maximum capacity and you two will need to find some private location to release the effects..." He trails off. From his expression, you can tell there is more he would like to add to the situation, yet a worrisome crinkle furrows his brow as his eyes remain on Azul, as though assessing whether the situation is really as under control as he wishes. "Both of you bad dogs listen carefully. Do not even dare to even breathe a word of what transpired here—you are to wait in isolation for five to eight hours until its effects wear off. Under no circumstances should you share physical contact with anyone else for the remainder of the day." He holds Azul's gaze longer than necessary, silently threatening him not to take advantage of this situation—but Azul seems far too caught up in the spell and too infatuated by the burning image of you, sweating, panting, and splayed before him.
"Should anyone at all realize that the two of you have taken any sort of love potion or been afflicted in this manner, it could create a massive scandal, and I'll punish you both so mercilessly for causing such an indiscretion, you'll be licking my boots in front of the entire school!" his deep voice booms in threat. "Have I made myself understood, dear pets?" Crewel snaps, the sting of his whip making both you and Azul wince and nod profusely. He leads you and Azul to the decontamination area of the lab, ushering you two into separate stalls so you can change into fresh, dry garments and wipe off the evidence of the explosion from the potion. When you both emerge, it takes Crewel less than a second to glance from the massive bulge straining against Azul's clothing, to where your heaving, quivering chest is spilling over the low neckline, your nipples hard and pressing obscenely through the thin fabric. He glares down his nose at the two of you in distaste.
"Five to eight hours," he hisses, eyes narrowing, almost sizing you and Azul up like he's waiting for one of you to give in to the pressure of the aphrodisiac. He throws open a back door, gesturing for you and Azul to disappear. Azul leaves first, a flushed, jumbled mess of conflicting emotions that are only intensified as he can feel every agonizing beat of his aroused heart pulse in the heat of his hard dick. You follow closely behind, but before you can cross the doorway, Crewel shoots his hand out to grip you by the upper arm, turning you to him as he towers over you, giving you an intense glare before sighing and pulling a small vial of bluish, iridescent potion from his bag and thrusting it into your hands.
"Since I know you won't be able to resist such a delectable temptation from that damn fishy bastard," his words drip with annoyance as he continues, "at least be safe, Pup. Go have a nice screw if that's what you really desire. The serum I just gave you is a contraceptive—just one sip and you will have full reproductive control, in case Azul isn't a decent man about his desires." You blink up at him in utter bewilderment. "Under no circumstances will I allow my star pupils to fall prey to the temptations and consequences of unprotected intimacy in the midst of this reckless hormone rush... I can't allow something like this to affect you or your ambitions. My students can only go to greater places." You feel his eyes burning with concern as he brushes your cheek, sending you a warning in his eyes and urging you to please think it through and consider it. "You are interested in Azul, are you not? I won't allow you to get involved in anything you don't consent to. If you don't feel safe, I can escort you straight to Ramshackle dorm and I will handle Ashengrotto myself." His stare, once cold and imposing, is now warm with protective care, as he looks you up and down with a gentle softness you didn't expect from your professor. The paternalistic expression on his face strikes your soul and pulls on your heartstrings a bit. After all, it's the type of support you feared was lost to you once you found yourself trapped in Twisted Wonderland with no hope of ever seeing your family again. With all the gentleness of a father, he squeezes your shoulder and gazes deeply into your eyes. You assure him that it's okay, you trust Azul. Nodding, your professor finally allows you passage out the door.
You had barely made it beyond the courtyard doors before Azul approached you with a sickly sweet, almost giddy look on his face. His steel-blue irises burned bright with anticipation, accompanied by a hint of something dark and salacious flickering in the shadows. The corners of his lips pulled taut, curling upward in a devious smile. A tremulous shudder passed through you and prickled up your spine at the thought of those hypnotizing eyes studying you while you lay enraptured beneath him, completely at his mercy. As he takes a few tentative steps toward you, his right hand glides and rests softly on your hip, making you gasp with surprise, your heartbeat fluttering and pounding deafeningly in your ears. Azul leans close to your ear, his breath coming out in hot, rapid pants, a carnal excitement that threatens to spill over and devour you whole. You swallow in nervous expectation, hardly daring to look into his lustful gaze. With his elegant index finger, he lifts your chin up and you are left gasping and flushed beneath him, lips parted to beg him for more as his gentle caress lingers. He flashes a devilishly handsome smile before tracing your lower lip with a seductive slowness. "Please, allow me to escort you back to Octavinelle where I can properly tend to you and your condition," the breathiness of his voice and his lack of composure cause your clit to throb, your inner walls pulsating, pleading to be stretched and ravaged. His lecherous advances and insinuations combined with the aphrodisiac coursing through your veins is making you so aroused, even standing close to him is threatening to make you cum. The very fabric of his essence seems to burn a shade darker—there is a terrifying intensity to his ardent desire for you, yet also a rawness and exposure you hadn't seen on his usually suave and polished facade.
Your whole body flushes when your gaze lands upon the size of his aching erection, an impressive tent straining tightly against his immaculate slacks, begging for attention through the dark material of his trousers. There is a manic, primal gleam that's spreading rapidly across his entire visage; he looks rabid with uncontainable greed, and you shudder at the thought that Azul will use your body to satisfy his own dark and twisted curiosities. "Please... It's the least I could do. After all, our most unfortunate situation is all due to my own recklessness," Azul pleads. His tone of voice is unwaveringly convincing in its sweet charm, yet you cannot escape the licentious twinkle that betrays his intentions, eyes ablaze with passion and lips quivering at the thought of making you his forever.
"Please... Just let me serve you and tend to your every whim," he begs. Even though the tone of his voice suggests innocence, you're reminded once more that Azul Ashengrotto believes the true intent in a plea is only to benefit his own ambitions—how ironic, then, that you find yourself overwhelmed with the desire to listen to the velvety cadence of his whispered sweet-nothings until you orgasm multiple times around the girth of his hard dick. Before you can speak, he reaches out and threads his fingers between your own. It was impossible to say no to the lilting honey of his tone, nor was there any will to fight as his firm and commanding hands ushered you towards the teleportation door. He practically pulls you into the mirror with him, and with a twinkly, delighted laugh, his covetous hand grasps you harder than ever as the portal draws closer, his eyes and touch almost reverential—eager, desperate, craving. The surface of the mirror swallows both of you up as the shadows distort the edges of your vision. The whole world spins around you both before the smell of the sea overwhelms your senses—the crispness of ocean air fills your lungs, and a feeling of cool relief washes over your flushed skin. In seconds, Azul is shoving you into an elevator and hitting the button to his suite. When the metal doors slide open, he gently shuffles you forward as he urges your body closer and closer toward his bedroom.
After his dorm door slams shut, your bodies mindlessly work to free the other's of their pesky and offending clothing, eager and restless fingers tearing and ripping at each article as though your lives depended on it. As each piece of clothing is discarded on the floor, new heated skin presses desperately into another as your erotic moans reverberate through the air. It feels electric, the way your sensitive, exposed bodies seek each other out, pawing and grasping at any available flesh and kissing any naked skin you can reach. Your hot, yearning mouth hungrily seeks Azul's for an urgent, feverish kiss—it is sloppy, desperate, almost savage as you share the intensity of your lusty feelings, gasping into each other's mouths, sucking, nibbling, tasting the sweet and sticky aphrodisiac concoction still lingering on both of your tongues. When Azul finally sheds his trousers, his painfully erect member juts out, throbbing and eager, bouncing happily and proudly as it quivers with eagerness. His knees weaken at the sudden release of the tension he'd suffered since the accident, the air a bit brisk against the heat of his erection, which begs to nestle itself securely into an inviting heat and fill your womb with the lusty seed it desires to spurt forth. His cock is ruddy and reddened, and his sack hangs swollen and tight with pent-up pressure. He doesn't think it possible for it to throb and swell even larger, yet its angry head and veins grow dark and twitch from his hot blood pumping. His hand mindlessly falls to his cock, and at the first stroke to his aching member, a needy whine catches in his throat. There is no time for shyness or apprehension. Whatever spell you were both under was driving you forward—like two planets caught in the gravity of an irresistible force, each gravitationally pulled toward the other with no means to stop. The rational part of his brain has been overwhelmed by an urgent instinct. Azul knows without a shadow of doubt that the only cure for this overwhelming haze of sexual depravity is to thrust himself deep inside the hot, velvety cunt of his precious lab partner.
Next thing you knew, you were pushed roughly, falling backwards before connecting against the smooth, luxurious blankets covering his mattress. He follows eagerly, letting his entire weight drop against your form and trapping your supple body beneath his. It was then, right then, when Azul found that the feeling of his aroused cock pressing against your thigh was unbelievably divine—a warm and pleasant tingling sensation spreading all over his hot, hard shaft and emanating out from his loins. With a contented hum, Azul can't resist the urge to buck his hips against your warm skin, stroking his arousal a little further, groaning at the exquisite friction. What a delicious sight you are—all nude and aroused—splayed and exposed across his bed. The effects of the potion have left you looking thoroughly wrecked, legs open, dripping and hot with an aroma so alluring, it nearly knocks the air out of his lungs. You are positively lovely, just as he'd always dreamed, with your petals unfurled and beckoning, enticing him further and drawing him in as your soft moans coaxed his cock in closer. To see you writhing and panting, the flush of your skin as you burned with longing for him...it was exactly as he'd always wanted it, almost as though someone had crafted the perfect image just to fulfill his darkest wishes. A surge of erotic fantasy comes upon him, and Azul's breath hitches in his throat as he ponders, briefly, about your womb filled with his seed, his beautiful angelfish round with child. He wants nothing more than to unceremoniously bury himself as deep within as he can, to push his thick, pulsating shaft as far as you could manage and stay buried to the hilt for days. His body quivers with excitement as a particularly vulgar dream reenters his mind. He had longed, always, to possess a most lascivious power over you—the power to make you writhe and squirm in bliss, and more importantly, in total and unbreakable dependence and submission for him—the neediest, sluttiest mess imaginable. Perhaps he'd have to thank Grim later for consequentially bringing about this fortunate chain of events.
Azul begins stroking himself fully, unabashed in his view of the sight before him. You don't protest the show. In fact, a high pitched, whimpery moan escapes you as you bite into your thumb to stifle the volume, but the sound is not missed, the harsh pang in his cock proof enough. After some thought, he realizes that he much preferred when you had been writhing and moaning quite uninhibitedly a moment earlier. You shift uncomfortably underneath his heated gaze as his eyes drink in every little curve, every little wrinkle and fold of your dripping pussy. Your toes curl inward and the ache deep within you demands attention. "You're so perfect, my little angelfish. Your body is exactly as I imagined," his saccharine voice admits as he leans forward, letting his fingers dance across the swell of your breasts. His left hand cradles your jaw and throat as his right continues its delicate massage across the plush pillow of your breasts, toying with the perked nubs of your nipples as his thumbs swirl small circles against the delicate flesh.
Azul's gentle touch ignites flames under his fingertips that follow his descent down to the juncture of your legs. The first brush against your swollen bundle of nerves and slit has your spine arching upwards, making his cock throb even more painfully, stiffening under the visual of your trembling body. A whine escapes and your hips grind involuntarily, the heat building intensely as his fingers begin to experimentally spread your folds slowly, running the tip of a finger from your core to the hood of your pearl. Without warning, Azul swipes upwards, expertly pulling back the hood and exposing the raw, sensitive flesh of nerves underneath, pinching down on the fleshy bud and causing you to yelp loudly in shock. With a satisfied grin, his forefinger begins to toy and tweak the hardened bud, rubbing gentle, rhythmic patterns over and over against the bundle as a chorus of delightful, high-pitched squeals fill his dormitory. After a few more ministrations, his hands continue down, delving his fingers straight into the moistened and heated opening, swiping up the slick mess you had coated his palm in. Two long fingers deftly slip right between your folds, caressing their way around your labia, your wet walls clenching around his fingertips desperately. "This wetness, for me?" Azul chuckles wickedly, crooking his fingers upward and brushing your g-spot with a knowing curl of his fingers, sending you spasming, gasping, and writhing in ecstasy, eyelashes fluttering wildly. "Oh, my dearest—so precious, my angelfish. That's it, so beautiful, just for me..." His voice drips with lecherous intent, his body moving without even the slightest hint of hesitation as though you were merely an extension of his own and not even a separate entity. Your wetness coats his fingers easily as Azul keeps sliding his fingers into your wet heat until the pads of his fingers touch all your deepest, hidden places, causing more sweet moans to fall from your lips and echo through his room. He scissors and curls his digits inside, stroking you slowly as though wanting to feel every bump, crease, and ridge along your walls, claiming his ownership over your deepest parts with a sinister delight.
A pressure builds and teeters precariously right at the precipice—the curling of his digits work feverishly to milk every drop of pleasure he can from your shuddering body, the warm flood of wetness drenching his eager fingers and making his head fall back with a sensuous moan. He continues with his relentless assault against your pussy, whispering filthy compliments about how badly he wanted to fuck you and how sexy it is when you take his fingers so well. Your legs flutter open wider, inviting his slim and nimble digits deeper within you, fucking them vigorously as your release begins to pool, rising closer to the boiling point. The aphrodisiac grips its poisonous talons deeper into your mind, warping and bending everything into an unshakable desire to submit yourself and your pleasure to the hands of the devious sea creature above you. He leans down, his silvery eyes roving over your face in an intense appraisal, his features drawn in with concentration, mapping out how to unravel you—there wasn't an emotion or micro expression that slipped past his vision as he carefully considered all the factors of how best to please and overwhelm your body with incomparable rapture. There isn't anything else beyond the present—no outside forces, nor worries about the consequences of being intimate. There's simply no room in your mind to think at this point, the cloudiness of the effects rendering your body vulnerable—you give yourself up entirely. He drinks up every breath, every shake and shiver, as he continues calculating your climax, relishing in each tiny noise or action he drew from you, meticulous with the acquisition of your bliss.
"Yes. Give in." he laughs maniacally, his face fully consumed in the intense madness of his lustful insanity. "Give in to every sensation. Let me drive you wild... Do as I command and cum," Azul demands you through his laughter, his breathing rapid and heavy as he watches your eyes rolling back. He moans in awe as the loud, slick sounds of his hand filling your soaking cunt meet his ears and a deep flush travels across his collarbones. His own needy cock leaks, eagerly anticipating what's next as its engorged state bulges obscenely, its every vein throbbing with virile desperation. Your high-pitched moans continue for some time as his pace stays fast, until you can finally feel your entire body tensing up, the fire coiling inside your gut ready to explode any moment. Everything builds higher and higher to the peak, every muscle and nerve fiber in your body primed to receive that last push that would send you catapulting over the cliff. As he feels your walls tremble, Azul moans along with your high-pitched wailing. A deranged smile stretches across his face and his silver eyes fill with amusement and fascination. 
Azul leans into your ear, whispering sweet nothings mixed with commanding, demanding words to finally succumb, "That's it...Let go..." He twists and digs deeper, stroking the perfect places inside you, hitting the correct spots relentlessly in an overload of mind-bending, debauchery-fueled, electric-spark pleasure, forcing your senses to dissociate from reality. His thrusting hand matches the frantic racing of his own heart, unable to keep the carnal fever down. "Give in... submit yourself fully, and surrender that orgasm. It's mine. I've worked for it, and now it belongs only to me." He whispers in a devilish growl, nibbling on your ear as his strokes become rougher, harder, faster—you can hardly stand the overwhelming force of your pleasure before its sweet relief crashes like waves. A broken moan leaves your mouth, a pure exaltation of uncontrolled passion. Noises come tumbling out and spilling over until you finally dissolve into a messy orgasm, shrieking his name in pleasure as his hand slows its motions but doesn't stop, keeping its pressure steady and rocking the whole of your existence until your mind goes blank. "Such a good, obedient angelfish, giving me all of your sweet, succulent cum... all for me, yes?" Azul hums sweetly, teasingly. "Oh, this is so precious," he sighs, feeling the quaking and trembling of your fluttering walls. His expression melts into one of deep satisfaction and pride.
"There you go, my lovely angelfish. Just as I said I would," Azul croons. Without another word, his hand, wet with your desire, abandons its ministrations, pulling from your depths with a slick pop, leaving your empty cunt to tremble from his absence. Azul brings his fingers to his mouth for a lewd taste test, licking the juices from his hand as a self-indulgent smirk plays upon his lips. As he rolls the digits around his tongue, sampling the essence of your cunt, a sharp groan rumbles deep from within his chest, the vibration coursing down his spine and directly into his throbbing member. Even as his breath grows heavy from the feeling of his needy cock, the smug, triumphant smirk doesn't disappear. He enjoys the honeyed, tangy sweetness and savors the lingering sensation on his taste buds—another string attached, making it utterly impossible for him to let go. A low chuckle is heard from deep in his chest, dark and hauntingly mirthful. From his pleased sigh, you could easily read the insatiable hunger growing within his gleaming eyes—clearly the lust in his loins has only been ignited further—a starving, manic beast hungry for even more from your yielding form, an insatiable craving that can't be satiated so easily. His cock visibly twitches, begging for him to mount you and thrust his painfully aroused length as far as he can manage deep into your eager, spasming pussy. The aphrodisiac courses through his veins with all the potency of a tropical storm, whipping every nerve into a frenzy as the instinct takes hold in Azul's most primordial thoughts and drives all those cravings with an irrepressible urgency—he simply has to get your pregnant. Azul's cheeks flush with a reddish-pink shade as he fixates on you, the hunger in his gaze absolutely feral, filled with a single-minded lustful determination to breed you.
When your eyes meet his maddened, love-struck stare, you are overcome with the same desperation radiating from your womb, urging to be stuffed and claimed by his thick load. At last, the two of you had connected in this all-consuming fire—a conflagration of desire so severe and a love so encompassing that both of you could do nothing more than dance on the ashes and burn with the flames. In that moment of recognition, an irresistible, bewitching aura emanates from him and mesmerizes you as the air of mystery dissipates from his visage, the eroticized specter of the fearsome and dangerous, devious mogul melts away to reveal the raw intensity of the young man underneath, exposed in all his ardent, unfettered passions. Here stands Azul, naked with vulnerability, desiring only a love that no other has been able to truly give. He's always tried to prevent access to his real emotions, afraid of the kind of cruelty they would reap upon him if they were found. He didn't believe himself to be worthy of their regard, let alone capable of receiving someone's genuine affections. With you, though, there were none of his signature theatrics, no polite deflection, nor charming evasiveness; he gave you full permission to view him and all of his repressed feelings on full display. An open book, Azul trusts you enough to expose his heart fully, so transparent in his neediness. Since he brought you to his bedroom, there was never the slightest hint of deception in his tone—not once had he attempted to distract you, nor used a tactic or trick. Perhaps his true intentions for getting close to you were more admirable than you thought, his desperation to get close to you was merely just a pining for your love rather than a sordid trick. His earnest, loving gaze, combined with the grip of your desire, makes something finally shift within, like the turning of the tide—a sense that it was fated for you to fall and crash so desperately, madly, and completely for him—a long-awaited inevitability, just as he had already done for you long before this Alchemy accident. Azul was an adoringly gentle yet brutally powerful force, a pillar in your life you can lean into without hesitation. All of your fears, worries, and frustrations are suddenly null, evaporating into the thin air of Octavinelle, carried into the gentle waters outside the window and disappearing into the seas.
Nothing is more erotic than seeing his carefully maintained veneer crumbling before you and letting himself fall apart at the seams. No longer hiding his desires or his ambitions for you, Azul's lusty hunger has you excited, aroused, and turned on like never before. You return his lustful, hazy expression and Azul is drawn right into the softness of your inviting stare. Your mouth parts to allow a needy moan to pass as you buck your hips slightly, inviting him to finally claim your body as his, a beautiful sacrifice you're eager to make for a beautiful siren such as him. With a deep, lewd groan, Azul pushes off your trembling body, propping himself onto his knees and groping at your chest, making you mewl. There's no trace left of the smooth businessman persona, not even a hint of it lingers when his wet mouth kisses at your mounds and his large hands explore the contours of your curves, his fingertips desperately memorizing the way you're put together, tracing every bit of available flesh. His eager tongue swirls at your peaked nipples, moaning in appreciation and delight. Your mind is being swallowed by a bubbling wave of bliss that has no end as his hand trails across your hips, his touch is as gentle as a ripple in the water. With a shyly embarrassed flush and a sigh of wanton abandonment, you surrender entirely to him—letting the sea creature drown you in ecstasy, deeper and deeper, into the endless ocean. He caresses your stomach gently, the calloused pads of his fingers exploring the sensitive skin where he knows your womb lies. Your heart stumbles as his lips twist upward in an impish smirk at the thought of all the cum he's soon going to pump straight into the cavity. He palms your belly, which would soon carry his progeny as an inevitable result of this union, imagining his angelfish's stomach rounded and taut with his unborn child, perhaps, even more than once—Azul's thoughts are full of fantasies about filling you and fucking your pretty little womb over and over until he succeeds and you're blessed with his babies. Azul hums at the image of your pregnant body, worshiping the slope of your thighs and rubbing his hands up your waist and the undersides of your breasts. Azul knows that even if it doesn't work right away, he is more than prepared to breed you again and again as many times as necessary. He is more than certain you'll eventually give him a consortium of little octopus-human hybrids. After all, you'd offered yourself up in the end. Who was he not to take what was freely given?
He grasps the back of your knee to prop up your leg in the air, shifting closer. In one fell swoop, your tender thighs are flung open, revealing your glistening cunt. Azul moans, running the rough pad of his finger right up the slit of your lips. You're already a mess, his slick hand had not been able to satisfy your heat at all, it only created a further yearning deep within that could only be satisfied by his aching cock. Azul settles against the fronts of your thighs, letting the stiff heat of his bulging erection nestle against the dripping lips of your cunt, already poised and eager for insertion. The anticipation causes the two of you to tremble slightly at the intimacy, your lips wet and sticky as they run against the length, his cock drooling freely from the tip and leaking beads of sticky, precum fluid right across your folds. With one more affectionate, sweet peck against the corner of your lip, and another one right upon your forehead, Azul slowly glides inside. A shared cry of euphoria leaves your mouths simultaneously as Azul buries the full length of his throbbing cock into your sopping entrance, thrusting powerfully to hilt balls-deep. The pure, erotic rapture of finally consummating your love floods both of your veins. His dick is filling you in the most indescribable way and stretching your cunt so deliciously that stars appear behind your eyes. A glorious symphony of relief sings in your blood while his hard girth massages your innermost walls as though he were meant for no other—like he was perfectly made to be the puzzle piece filling your immaculate pussy. You both gasp sharply in unison as the sensation sends tremors down his shaft. Every vein, ridge, and inch of his length drags deeply with each thrust as he grinds you thoroughly, bringing your clits into tantric connection and rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves back and forth in perfect time with the rocking motion. Each snap of his hip makes the two of you share a joyful sob as he pleasures you in the most divine manner.
A low and sinful groan passes through your lips as your hands grip him tighter, begging him to increase his momentum and pace. Azul's hands clutch you in a tight embrace, his chest to yours with every inch of his hardness fully embedded into your velvety passage, sending white-hot sparks of pleasure shooting to the deepest recesses of your innermost being, triggering the sudden rush of a climax that is starting to rise to its precipice. Azul groans as your juices run down his balls, pooling around his sack and providing more lubrication for his relentless drive inside of you. You clench and flutter around him, squeezing your inner walls with every desperate urge for friction and movement, drawing Azul's eye right up to yours in a lusty daze. His body is coiling for release, ready to cum, and there's a glitter of utter happiness in his expression. His lips quiver with desire and he smirks as he feels you clamping and spasming around his rock-hard dick, begging him to breed you like the little slut that he secretly knows you are, all while knowing deep down you'd get so unbelievably plump and swollen with his hatchlings, he'd hardly be able to move his tentacles with all the kids crawling over him.
It's more intense, and far more electrifying than the filthy fantasies that had invaded his sleep every lonely evening whenever he gave in to his insufferable yearning for you. He'd envisioned this, over and over—what it would feel like to make you orgasm, just how satisfying it would feel to cum with you at the same time, and how heavenly it would be to stretch your cunt so snugly—and yet, in this moment, it surpasses his imagination exponentially, eliciting a complete flood of sensual pleasure all throughout his senses. Not even his wildest wet dreams had prepared him for the heady intoxication and undeniable high he experiences with you—being passionately and physically intertwined, wrapped around the most sublime euphoria that was possible—a wave so dizzying that there's absolutely no going back to life without the other once your bodies have succumbed and reached that ultimate, highest peak.
When Azul hits the point of no-return, his legs start shaking as though his limbs were going to fall off. His fingers tangle roughly in your hair as he drags your mouth closer to meet his. With each heavy thrust, he swallows every moan that erupts from your throat. His movements become less coherent, rougher, and disjointed as the strength of your cunt's embrace pulses tightly around his shaft and urges him toward the edge. Suddenly, an intense wave of satisfaction takes hold and shoots to the tip of his cock, pulsating violently in need to release its seed. Azul can't help but groan loudly into your ear as he slams his cock into you with ferocious strength, fucking the life and soul right out of your being while a high-pitched scream accompanies the splash and squelching noises of your pussy. Your mouth has gone slack, jaw dropping as you cry out his name and climax with such power that it whips you into a complete frenzy of desperation, sending your vision dancing with lights. You quake and shiver under the force of his fervor and ecstasy, writhing on the mattress and throwing your head backward to soak in your overwhelming, toe-curling rapture. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, pounding you fiercely as you wail and shatter with a rush of emotions so intense, you don't know if you will ever put yourself back together. A strained whine and a few sharp pumps later, a surge of hot, wet euphoric heat shoots from Azul's balls and spurts out in ribbons of his own spent climax as he spends his load of pearly cum directly into your waiting womb, splashing your tight channel with a continuous stream—painting every crevice of your silken, fluttering, vice-like depths a glossy white. Azul is unable to help himself as his hips start grinding into yours with slow rolls, fucking and stuffing every drop of his sticky cream deeply and ensuring it remains securely nestled in your folds. Every remaining bit of sexual tension floods out as though you'd been submerged in the most heavenly waterfall of pleasure imaginable. Azul whines weakly into the pillow and your moans join, eventually dissipating into a heavenly silence as you sink heavily back to reality.
Time slows to an almost stop and your vision gets a bit hazy and bleary as the aphrodisiac magic completely pulses away. You two lay side by side on the soft blankets, still in the bed and soaked with sweat. Neither of you move for quite some time. Just in the wake of your post-orgasm, everything becomes intensely surreal. You try to breathe quietly so Azul doesn't hear and as his head rests on your breasts. He, too, is heaving with difficulty, each inhale is a conscious decision. He clings tightly against you, hands threaded together like a lifeline, afraid to let go. One last sentence leaves his mouth—a whisper that could have easily been missed by anyone except for you. It was a question.
"Are we both in love?" Azul asks with such hesitance, you think maybe you've misheard his inquiry. He is lying right by your side. His face is dangerously close to yours, and the way his stormy, ocean azure eyes reflect every emotion swirling inside allows you to see the years of hurt that's plagued him. He's absolutely enchanted, like you are the perfect dream come true—everything he'd ever imagined in one living, breathing, precious human body—a lover so magnificent he could hardly comprehend. He studies your expression with awe and reverence. A look so intensely raw it burns right through your heart and lights up the space in your soul that you never before realized was reserved just for him. "Because I love you... Truly and deeply. So much that I don't know how it was possible, even," Azul admits freely, without the least hint of apprehension or nervousness. You can feel the intensity and honesty of his words radiate through his trembling fingertips, through the places where his naked skin touched yours—he doesn't try to mask the pure unadulterated warmth and delight that leaks through the shaky but firm expression on his flushed face.
A wide, cheerful and genuine grin breaks out against your features as you nod enthusiastically, and it is almost as though a heavenly, soothing light has poured over his entire world. It feels like a dream, a fairytale that is too good to be true. Yet here you both lie, doused in the magic of the concoction, clinging to each other and to that euphoric elation after giving in to the passions and the chemical bonds. It felt incredible, it felt natural and familiar and right. This wasn't anything artificial, rather the long overdue acknowledgement of feelings that were there all along—a kindling of romance that was never forced, but rather fanned to life after many days spent as Alchemy partners. After seeing each other every day, getting to know each other's quirks, and learning of each other's daily habits, the intimacy had bloomed and nurtured into something tender and real. The closeness the potion provided simply allowed the two of you the confidence needed to step across a boundary and pursue things.
"This won't be something short lived... you understand what I am saying, yes?" His tone has a tinge of fear creeping in and you can't help but stroke the outline of his cheekbones. This feeling will not end with a simple fuck, you knew that deep in the marrow. There will be more of that to come. In fact, the thought of it has your cunt pulsing, your sex aching at the idea. "I simply won't have you anywhere else but with me, and here in my dorm. I just won't be able to be happy otherwise..." Azul's voice quivers as the vulnerable sincerity flows.
"Yes, Azul. Yes, I understand and I feel the exact same," you chuckle and cradle his head. His blue eyes crinkle slightly from the beam across his lips, and Azul can't resist pulling you in for a feverish kiss, groaning from the rush. That familiar, sinfully blissful high is starting to take hold again, the rush of the aphrodisiac stirring something fiery back into a pleasant burn. The chemical’s grip on the two of you continues. After all, nothing will stop the magic from bringing you closer together. He murmurs a seductive promise into the curve of your throat that he won't stop until his load drips and slides right out of your swollen cunt—he's going to breed you the rest of the night and spill as much of himself deep within as he can. He has no doubt you're going to give him a child that will cement this loving bond permanently.
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Listen I don't know HOW this HAPPENED, I DON'T understand how I wrote this much. I am DELIRIOUS and I need to go pick up some pizza for dinner, so I wish I could say more here but I can't right now. I'll update this part when I get back home. I just needed to get this out into the UNIVERSE. THANK YOU ALL!!! HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!! <3333 Erica Malleleothreesome
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etheries1015 · 4 months
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Because I have favorism towards the fae myself (And I'm sorry this is suggestive)
Remember Malleus' voice line about touching his hornes? Now, reader just touches them whenever they can be reached (like when Malleus is using their lap as a pillow) or stroking his tail whenever it's wrapped around Reader. Without realizing it's doing things to him.
Oh my gosh. Don't apologize for suggestive content, I love that shit. Feed me more of it. Heuheuheuheu.
Feeding a Faes hidden desires
Featuring: Malleus Draconia <3
General warnings: Gender neutral reader
18+ / suggestive content minors please don't interact~
It was difficult for Malleus Draconia to open up to people, he had to be the face of pure perfection for the sake of his kingdom. Every action he took, every word he said, would reflect upon Briar Valley and put his position as a prince in either light of greatness, or foolishness. The former was not an option for Malleus Draconia. He was given the best of the best when it came to his studies and academics, except, unfortunately, sex ed.
He understood the bare minimum of course, for reproduction was important for keeping the bloodline of the Draconias strong. What he was not well versed in, however, was the feeling of lust that came with reproduction. He never knew it could feel so... dirty.
When he had agreed to allow you to touch his horns when you insisted, he had no clue what kind of...desires this would stir up in him without realizing.
You had asked the draconic fae to touch his horns and his tail, and he spent a few times urging you otherwise in fear of harming you in some way. Yet it did not take him very long to feel curious and begin to imagine how your hands would feel upon his horns and extremities, starting out purely out of curiosity and the desire to be closer to you.
The first time you touched his horns was in the comfort of the lounge, he bent over for you to touch and feel them freely before being interrupted by Sebeks outraged cries of blasphemy. Since the moment your soft fingertips pressed against the roughness of his obsidian horns, he felt his body shudder at the contact, and something in him he decided to ignore screamed in his mind that it was perhaps a...dangerous endeavor. He had managed to suppress himself from such thoughts and desires, even allowing you to (on occasion) touch his horns and tail at your request. Never for too long, for when the thoughts returned he made a quick excuse to end the session. He wanted to respect you and your soft touch- not sully the romantic gesture with lustful thoughts.
He was often searching for your touch in many different ways, in hugs, cuddles, gentle kisses, holding hands...yet a few months and almost a year, he could feel himself become far more greedier. Malleus would notice the slight changes in himself when you would reach up to grab hold of something on a shelf, the way your shirt rode up your stomach ever so slightly, the way your hands would draw circles around the title page to get a feel for the book, he almost felt himself envious of the piece of literature. He told himself not to lose control, to hold himself together like a proper gentlefae, allowing you to only touch his draconic features on the rare occasion he felt he could keep himself properly composed.
Yet now there you were, in your room in Ramshackle dorm, sitting upon the lap of your lover gently caressing his smooth black horns absentmindedly. It was a comfortable atmosphere for you, being held lovingly by your tall fae significant other in silence while pouring your love and affection into your little pets upon his horns. You muttered a "beautiful..." before leaning up slightly...
and placing a kiss upon his horns.
Malleus let out a sudden high-pitched "urgh!" of surprise, his tail squeezing your waist slightly. Your eyebrows raised in shock, pulling away to look at your now flushed lover, feeling a bit of...excitement from down below. He suddenly removed his tail from your waist and seemed to want to move away from you, until you pushed your body on top of his own, straddling his waist and feeling his arousal between your thighs.
"I-i'm-" He gulped and let out a low moan, his hands shaking hesitantly mid air, not certain where he should place them, "I'm sorry- this is incredibly unbecoming of a king-" You hushed him with a rushed kiss and shook your head, the kiss lasting only a moment prior to you pulling away face as flushed as his and forehead pressed against his own.
"It's natural," You comforted him, "Do you...like it when I touch your horns, Mal...?" You hesitated your inquiry, his response a simple and slow nod giving you confidence to move your hands back to his horns and begin to rub them intimately. You felt his body twitch below you and his tail wrapped itself around your thigh, voice trembling. You hadn't seen the fae prince so shaken up before, so uncertain, so vulnerable. Only in front of you would he allow himself to lose such control.
"Are you...are you certain? I haven't any...experience," He muttered against the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around your body and hugging you tightly as if to console himself.
"It's okay," you murmured, hands removing themselves from his horns much to his whining displeasure of the sudden warmth disappearing from them, before shuddering once more as your attention shifted to his tail. Your finger trailed the scales and you felt him twitch between your thighs through his pants as his excitement stirred with every touch you placed upon his extremities.
"I...want it too," You purred.
Malleus's desire gauge was now at 100%
and you had no idea what you had just gotten yourself into.
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bluessmutifyplaylist · 4 months
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Female reader and Leona Kingscholar, heat and breed please!
Warnings: Leona in a rut, oral (f! receiving), biting, breeding kink, unprotected sex, big dick lion ig?, always have your partner’s consent just like Leona has yours, creampie
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Leona Kingscholar
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When this man goes into his rut, he is an insatiable beast. It’s not even that he actually wants kids, but the thought of filling you up made him so hard that he couldn’t help himself but keep you full of his cum.
It was a mistake, really, walking into his room because you were so worried about him. Actually, a lot of Savanaclaw was on lockdown, and you were worried about your boyfriend. A few of the students who were still out and about warned you about going into the dormitory, let alone Leona’s room, but that made you even more concerned.
Once you opened the door, you heard the lion in question groaning. You called out his name, worried that he might be in some sort of pain. 
“Y/N, I need you to leave… now,” he growled.
“What’s wrong, Leona? Your dorm is on lockdown-”
You were cut off by him, because you blinked and suddenly you were pinned to the now-closed door.
“I said that you need to leave.” You expected him to be angry, but instead he had a look of desperation. He was pleading with you. You could feel the intense heat with how close he was. His hair was more disheveled than usual, a telltale sign that something was wrong.
“Not until you tell me what’s going on!” You insisted. He bore his teeth, his canines showing. You were starting to get a bit scared before he pushed off of you. “Leona?”
“Some of the beastmen in the dorm are going into their ruts. Did you walk all the way over here? In the midst of all this?! Where all these guys can smell you?!!!” His mind was racing a million miles a minute. How could you be this stupid? How could you come here, to a place with a bunch of guys going through this??
“You weren’t responding to my texts or calls, and I was getting worried!” This guy must have purchased his audacity because any girlfriend would be understandably worried when their boyfriend wasn’t responding.
He went quiet for a few moments. He was looking away from you, and you were worried that something was truly wrong. But, in the light, you saw a sheen of sweat on his face and you saw that his face was tinged with red. He was panting. You also noticed the not-very-subtle bulge in his pants.
Oh. Oh shit.
Now is when you process his words. The entire dorm was on lockdown because they are in their rutting seasons…
A certain familiar wetness made itself known between your legs, and Leona’s pupils dilated at smelling your arousal. What have you gotten yourself into? And why were you excited to find out?
In a matter of seconds, you could feel passionate kisses trailing up and down your neck, and you were powerless against it. The lion that you had called your boyfriend up to this point was nowhere to be found, and he had gone quite feral. However, he was still a gentleman.
“Y/N, this is your last chance to leave. If you stay, I won’t be able to control myself.” Leona managed to pull away for a few seconds to utter those words right next to your ear, and you felt your stomach flutter.
“Good, because I don’t want you to control yourself.” Was all you said, and you were hoisted up into the air, pinned to the door once again. You wrapped your legs around his torso to make sure you didn’t slip as you both began to make out. 
The beastman pulled away first, making sure to bite your bottom lip. However, the space wasn’t open for very long. It was just enough time to take you from the door to his bed. If he was going to make you his mat, he wanted to do it properly. Wait… mating? When did that come into play??
Doesn’t matter because he places his hands on the inside of your thighs a bit to separate them so he could slide your shorts and panties off easier. The smell emanating from the heat between your legs was heavenly.
Leona found himself quickly climbing off so that he could unbuckle his belt and take off his pants and boxers, revealing a length you weren’t sure you could handle. He saw your eyes widened, and so he crawled between your legs and started licking at your exposed folds.
His tongue had a bit of a rougher texture, not quite like a cat, but not quite like a human. It was something in-between, and it worked for your benefit. The sensation had you writhing and squirming in pleasure… that was, until he wrapped his arms around your thighs and put your legs on his shoulders.
“You’re not going anywhere, herbivore,” he mumbled straight into your pussy before going back to eating you out. 
Even though this was supposed to be to prepare you for his cock, this was also for his pleasure. Being surrounded by your smell and getting to taste your juices was all he could ever ask for. He left hickies and bite marks on your thighs as well. His canines drew blood on one of the marks, and he licked it up which made you whimper.
When he deemed you wet enough, he climbed up and lined his tip up with your entrance.
“It’s going to hurt, and you can tell me to stop whenever you want. If I don’t, slap me or some shit. I don’t want to do anything without your consent,” you nodded at his words, but he shook his head. “I need words, Y/n.”
“Please, Leona! I want you in me!” You moaned, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. That’s when the last shred of sanity was barely hanging on.
He slowly entered you, giving you time to adjust to his size. You winced in pain, and once he was fully inside, he stopped. Your walls were squeezing the life out of him, and a groan made its way from out of his mouth. It was taking all of his willpower not to just rail you into oblivion.
After a few moments, he started slowly pulling back out, and the feeling was unlike anything else. He thrust his cock back in, and your eyes rolled back. Leona took this as an okay to start moving quicker. Your pussy squeezed him so hard, every time he pulled out it was like a magnet, calling for him to go back in. 
The coil in your belly unraveled not too far into your session with him. You soaked his cock in your juices, and he let out a deep, sexy growl before speeding up even more. Your overstimulated cunt was weeping and begging for more, and she got what she asked for. 
“Where do you want my cum, herbivore?” He was nearing his own release, and he looked into your eyes.
“Inside… Inside, please!” You mewled. You locked your legs around him, locking him in place.
Not too long after, you felt an explosion of warmth inside of you, and Leona leaned into your neck, biting into it and drawing even more blood. His tongue gently ran over it to clean it up, and he placed kisses along it as well.
He tried to pull back and admire his work, wanting to see you in your entirety. However, your legs were not letting go. Where you both remained connected, your juices were mixing with another, and some were getting on the sheets as well. Not that the Housewarden minded; it would remind him of the day he got to claim you as his own.
Your walls began squeezing him again, also not wanting to let go of him. Even though it hasn’t even been a full 5 minutes since you both came, he was hard again and you were aroused again.
“If we go again, herbivore, I might knock you up. Shit, I might have already. Do you want that?” He leaned more towards your ear, whispering. “Do you want to be filled with my cubs?”
And with that, you both fucked in every. possible. position. for the entire week he was in rut. You barely caught a break, and you were often on the verge of passing out from exhaustion.
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lyneira · 11 months
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♤ "Not worthy?" I'll show you differently ♤
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SMUT - MINORS DNI
-> how would he react to a reader who's self-conscious and ends up distancing themselves from him when others insult them and say that they shouldn't be together? (based on this request!)
All characters are depicted as 18+
fem!reader x twisted wonderland characters / cw: penetration, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjob, mirror sex
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"I'll make you feel loved enough that you won't forget it"
Epel, LEONA, Jack, Ace, Silver, Floyd
I don't see them viewing it as a big problem initially because he's confident that he'll be able to make things right quickly. You just need some reassurance, that's all.
He's not going to confront you directly. He won't need to; His actions toward you would be enough to say that what others were saying was indefinitely wrong.
He'll become more handsy and more forward with his PDA, always making sure that he's holding you or touching you in some way. He'll put his hand on your waist and pull you in close, seldom ever releasing his grasp on you; He'll kiss you more often, ensuring to elongate the kiss for a long time even when there were a lot of people around. When he'd pull away, allowing you to take a breath, he'd shoot a glare at anyone who was staring, daring them to say something.
He'll do all of this as to indirectly tell you, "Hey, I don't care what anyone says or thinks. I'm not letting you go". Yet, if you were still acting distant, then he'd have no choice but to confront you directly.
When he finally does, he'll back you into a corner and ask with frustration, "How come you're still distancing yourself from me? Am I not showing you enough affection?" He'll then lower his tone, "You don't need to run away from me...I love you, y/n...and there's nothing that anyone can say that will ever change that...", looking at you with that rare softness in his eyes that he only showed when he was pouring his heart out. And that's how you know he really meant it.
That look would further soften when you suddenly hug him tightly, and after melting in each other’s arms, he'll whisper into your ear, "I'll make sure you understand how much I love you tonight. Remember this moment whenever you find yourself doubting it"
And when you two make love that night, he'll seem a bit rough initially. He'll be pinning arms above your head, grasped tightly, kissing you ferociously that your teeth often clash, sucking on your skin so intensely, leaving marks of purple, and thrusting himself into you with so much force that you feel like the bed is going to break (which, it almost does, heh)
But after his first climax, releasing his remaining frustrations, he'll slow it down, also releasing his tight grip on your wrists to embrace you protectively, kissing up and down your neck as he thrusts long, slow strokes into you. He'd be all over you. His hands, his lips, and his tongue would again caress every spot on your body, especially on the spots he left a hickey on. He'd kiss them softly, and would cheekily smile into your skin, knowing that these marks would be visible for all to see the next day. After all, they need to know that you belong to him, just as his heart belongs to you.
"Can you SEE how much I love you?"
VIL, Jade, Rook, Jamil, Lilia, Rollo, Azul
You're self conscious? On his watch? Absolutely not.
Seems like you need to SEE how much he loves you in order to really believe it. So after quickly dealing with those who had planted their foolish ideas into your mind, he'll immediately take you to his room to help you confront your problem head on.
He'll be sitting at the edge of his bed, as he speaks to you, "Dear, I've noticed that you've been shying away from me because you've become self-conscious...you need not be. Do not listen to what others say, they don't matter. I adore you just as you are."
When he sees you finally ease up by his words, he'll smile tenderly at you and will then pat his thigh, "Come here..."
You do as you are told, and when you get close to him, he'll suddenly pull you onto his lap, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist, trapping you in his embrace. Funny thing is, up until now, you hadn't realized the grand mirror that was in front of you two. Had he always had that there? In fact, he did not. But today, he needed it for his plan to help you become less conscious. Oh, you're in for it now 😏
"I'm glad you've noticed the mirror. Keep your eyes on it...no matter what I do", he'll mention as he narrows his look into your eyes in its reflection, and you can definitely tell he was plotting something. You were about to ask about it until he surprises you with a multitude of kisses up and down your neck and down your shoulders. If you asked if you could face him, he'd immediately turn you down, telling you to look into the mirror.
And as he became more sensual, letting his hands roam up your body to cup your breasts and fondle them as he continued to kiss your jaw and insisted you to keep your eyes glued to the mirror, you eventually realized his plan: he was going to make you watch yourself as he made love to you.
You figured that it would be easy to endure, but soon enough, you'd think otherwise as he'd further surprise you with his touches.
He'd bring his hands down to your waistband and begin pulling your pants off so that your lower half was now bare. Then, bringing his hands back up to your thighs, he'd begin to spread your legs open slowly, while looking in the mirror to enjoy the view of your pussy all soaking wet for him. "Ah~ You're so wet", he'll grin, eyes half-lidded at the sight. He'll hover a hand over your heat and begins to rub his middle finger up and down your slick, earning a shudder from you. After rubbing it enough, he'll insert it into your hole, massaging your insides and finding that sensitive spot that has you squeezing onto his finger.
You look away from the mirror and shut your eyes at the pleasure he's giving you, but he'll click his tongue, and stops his motions at your reaction, "That won't do, dear. Don't look away". With his other hand, he'll grab your chin and make you face the mirror once more, "Open your eyes. You need to watch as I pleasure you" and with the lack of friction making you antsy, you open your eyes to watch the erotic sight of him touching you. "Good girl", he'll hum. And for that, he'll reward you by using his other hand to rub circles on your clit.
He'll continue to pleasure you while making you watch him, becoming pleased with himself as he was getting you to stare at the sight with less hesitation each time.
When at last he has himself inserted in you, thrusting up into you relentlessly as you both watch yourselves in the mirror, mouths agape as you both moan and pant, faces flushed, eyes heavy with lust, bodies wet from sweat and arousal, he'll lean in towards you ear, sultry whispering,
"Get used to this image, my love...become so accustomed to it that it won't matter what anyone says. You'll remember that you and I are meant to be together...joined as one both body and soul, just like this"
"Do you know what you do to me?"
MALLEUS, Sebek, Deuce, Riddle, Idia
He'd full of worry when you distance yourself from him, wondering if he had done or said something to cause it. Though, hen he finds out that the reason for it was your self-consciousness and the gossip of others that had influenced it, he is fuming. Who dares to insult his darling?! To make you feel this way? He'd be so tempted to make them endure his wrath, but he'd ultimately decide to deal with it later. The most important thing right now was you. It pained him to see you look at yourself that way when he thought the entire world of you. (He practically kisses the ground you walk on, lol)
So he would waste zero time to confront you because there's no way he was going to let you think that he didn't love and care for you.
Do you know exactly the effect you have on him? He'll let you know. He'll tell you how warm you make him feel inside, how you ease him while still managing to give him butterflies in his stomach everytime you laugh or smile at him, how grateful he is to have you in his life. He'll then take your hand, bring it up to his face, and lean his cheek into your palm, telling you how he easily melts into your touch and submits himself to you.
He'll guide your hand down his body, allowing you to feel the heat of his skin, down to his chest, where you can feel the pounding of his heart.
"Feel the rhythm of my heart...it only beats like that for you. You mean everything to me, y/n. Never forget that", and he would press a kiss onto your lips, desperation imbued into them. That desperation would soon turn into passion when you gladly returned his fervor, letting him know that you understood him and relief washed over him.
As you two fiercely kissed, devouring each other's mouths, letting your tongues dance, he realized that he was still holding your hand. So, he'd take the chance to continue guiding your hand further down his body to show you another effect you had on him. You'd gasp when your hand met with his clothed erection, breaking the kiss to look down at it and back up at him. He'll have a faint blush on his cheeks, but will look at you with a firmness in his eyes, "Only you make me feel this way." He'll release his grasp on you, yet, you'll maintain your grasp on him, ready to show him the love and affection that he showed you.
And indeed, you'll feel how enamored and obsessed you make him when you pull down his pants to free his throbbing cock, to lick it, suck on it, bounce on it, ride it, and squeeze it so good that the evidence of his love will be buried deep inside of you and will continue to overflow.
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He'll also show you what you do to him even when he wasn't with you at the moment. Even if you were away for a while, he'd send you a video touching himself to you. In the video, you'll see his beautiful face twisted in need as you listen to him panting, gasping, and moaning out your name numerous times, accompanied with the wet sounds of his sex being attended to. This would go on for several minutes for you to enjoy, and in the after his release, he'll look hazily to the camera, cheeks flushed, semen stained on his hand, abdomen, and thighs, lips parted as he breathlessly heaves out, "This is what you do to me"
If you were there, he wouldn't have made such a mess everywhere 'cause he would have made his mess inside of you instead, just sayin' ;)
(Cater isn't a part of this category, but I can totally see him doing this too!)
"I love your..."
NEIGE, Cater, KALIM, Che'nya, Trey, Ruggie
You distancing yourself from him would immediately have alarms going off in his head because this would be highly unusual. You two were always joined at the hip (sometimes literally) after all. When he realizes that you're self-conscious, he'll immediately reassure you.
"You know what I love so much about you? I'll tell you!" He'll grab your hand and bring it up to his lips, "I love your touch", and will kiss your palm. He'll then lean towards your face so that his lips were ghosting your forehead, "I love your beautiful mind", and kisses it. He'll then kiss the corner of your lips, "Your pretty smile", which would earn him that beloved expression from you, to his delight. He'll kiss down your neck, "Your voice and the things you say to me", and as he tries to kiss your collarbone, he will pull off your top to expose more of the skin he can kiss. He'll continue down towards your chest, kissing your warm bosom, "Your kind heart and affection". And he'll go on to kissing all over your body as he says what he adores and loves about you, removing any more clothing that might hinder his lips from meeting your skin.
With all his kisses, you were nearly laid entirely bare. All of your clothing were off except for your panties. As he lowers himself down to hover his lips on your clothed sex, he'll look up at you, blush dusted on his cheeks and a sensual look in his eye, "Would you allow me to continue saying what else I love about you?". And with your nod of permission, he'll slip the garment off, and whisper, "I love the way you taste" before giving a deep kiss to your lips. He'll go on to kiss it repeatedly and as you moan and sigh from his kisses below, he'll shakily breathe out, "I love the sounds you make when I'm making you feel good...a-ah..! You make me feel so good" as he mindlessly grinds into the mattress, pre-cum staining the bed, aroused by you.
You'd think he'd be done after letting you know the numerous things he loved about you, but he still had one more he had to say. So after letting you release your nectar onto his lips and drinking it, he's gonna line himself up to your dripping entrance, and will say, "I love being inside you", before inserting himself into your heat. He'll continue to mutter on with each thrust, "oh, you're so warm...you take me in so well...I love it...I love you....so very much"
And with all of the places he's kissed and all of his words of adoration, I'm sure you'll understand the magnitude of his love for you by the end of the night
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a/n: this one was much longer than usual! Some seem a bit ooc and I honestly kinda gave up at the ends of most afshdkwgjak oh well 🫤
© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS
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dollwrites · 5 months
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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!heartslabyul!reader, established relationship, biting, blood, marking ( all consensual ), lilia is a tease, groping ( clothes on ), all characters featured are aged 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twenty-one [ lilia vanrouge + marking ] // two of three very special kinktober fics for very special people in my life 💚 @stellarmagu 🥺 thank you for being the bestie !!!
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because Lilia has a marking kink he loves to sink his sharpened fangs into your neck, or drag them in jagged lines over your clavicle. he could write his name with the tip of his tooth, daubing it ever-so-gently in your crimson ink. and it feels good— much too good.
“I have to get back to the dorm…” you breathe out, but make no attempt to move away from him. tucked away in a darkened nook, you can hear your dormmates talking amongst themselves as they head to the hall of mirrors. Trey and Cater’s voices ring out to you, and your face is on fire with a heated blush. if only they knew what position you found yourself in, right on the other side of the wall. “I’m going to be late…”
“You most certainly will. Your Housewarden likes to dole out punishments for everything, I assume tardiness is no exception.” Lilia murmurs, his velvety words muffled against the heat of your flesh. “Hm, speaking of… I wonder what punishment Rosehearts would conjure up if he were to see you like this. Needy and squirmy, being touched all over, kehehe…”
you roll your eyes, but you can’t help it that Lilia’s breathy, little chuckle close to your ear always sends a shiver down your spine.
“You enjoy the idea of me being punished just a little too much.”
you mewl, because Lilia bites a fresh section on your collarbone— one deliberately higher than the last, and you suck in a breath. “I won’t be able to cover that one up…” it was almost a whine, but you smile afterwards, “you did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
Lilia chuckles again, kissing the two, stinging pin-pricks. he couldn’t deny it, even if he wanted to ( which he didn’t ). “I don’t know why you cover them in the first place,” Lilia teases, his smirk tinted with rubies. “Especially not because you get so wet when I leave them on your sugary-sweet skin. Why not wear them like trophies? Your awards for being such a deliciously good girl.”
svelte, dastardly fingers slip beneath your uniform skirt and Lilia presses two firm pads against your damp panties as if to prove his point, rubbing the lingerie against your core until you let out a breathless whimper.
“So you’ll make me show them off? Bite where I can’t possibly cover them, and let all of Nightraven see how you own me, Lilia Vanrouge?”
Lilia grins deviously, pulling back to press his lips to yours. your eyelids flit at the metallic taste of your blood on his lips, and coating his tongue as he flicks at your couplet, his voice warm and rumbling, breath tickling your countenance. “I would never make you, my dear. That would make me a villain. But, encouraging… I suppose I am encouraging you to wear your marks out where everyone can see whose mouth has been all over you. After all, what is the fun in signing your name if no one gets to marvel at the penmanship?”
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angelsrcute · 18 days
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Imagine Overblot!Malleus fucking you on his lap, on the throne. How dare the others look at his lover like that? you don't even tell them off! He wouldn't mind giving anyone a show, he can only focus on how good your warm cunt feels. He thrusts in you harder, drawing small gasps and moans from you as you babble nonsense in your sleep. His hips snap into yours as he holds your waist with a bruising grip. Cumming into you with a growl n marking your neck as his. Such a pretty human you are, his human.
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angelltheninth · 2 months
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Lilia with breeding kink? Like it's his mating season and he's really horny and he just teleports Fem! Reader to his room and fucks her until she has to take "sick" leave for a few days? Hehe overstimulation and bat fae peepaw 🦇
A few days? A week at least you mean.
Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, mating season, biting, power use, overstimulation, creampie, slight breeding kink, marathon sex, cockwaming
A/N: He's one of those characters that look harmless but could absolutely kill you. I love that for him.
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Lilia during mating season is the most clingy man alive. He spends the first few hours of it preparing for the brunt of it. Already plans on keeping you all to himself all week and has texted you so you're aware when his mating season starts. It will be taxing on your body so it's best to stock up on the things you'll need in advance.
Lilia during mating season jumps on you as soon as he teleports you into his bedroom. You barely have time to say hello before your clothes are shuffled around and pulled from your body. While you don't have his sense of smell it's not hard to see how horny he is, his cock is already while from all the cum leaking from his tip.
Lilia during mating season gets possessive while having sex with you. There's not an inch of your body that hasn't been kissed or bitten. Biting is better in his opinion, it leaves marks that are more visible for a longer amount of time.
Lilia during mating season never lets you off his cock unless you need a bathroom break. Unless it's that you will stay on his cock and you will keep coming around him until you pass out. Doesn't go soft while he's cockwarming, he waits for you to wake up and then informs you that for him, a few hours without fucking you feels like days.
Lilia during mating season will never finish outside of your pussy, it's too much of a waste from his perspective. All that cum and it's not going inside you? Not when he's like this. He's never been a dad before in his many, many years of living but there's a first time for everything.
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rxsehearts · 5 months
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𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍 𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙀𝙉. 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙄𝘼
#malleus draconia x fem!reader : malleus accidentally shows you more of his dragon form than he ever intended, yet instead of fearing him your cunt drips with slick wanting all of that in you.
mdni. cws: adult content, teratophilia, monster fucking, monster anatomy, tail fucking, cum drinking, light dumbification, vouyerism (public, not descriptive), scratching, horn tugging, creampies, use of stretching spell, whore is used once, double penetration in one hole, nipple play, marking, mentions of pregnancy, probable noncanon appearance. more under the cut. nav. kinktober m.list.
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“perfect…” you mutter in amazement, and a mixture of bewilderment while staring up at malleus from your spot on the floor. his body littered with obsidian scales with nails like sharp talons, drenched in black with semblance of an ink pattern around the tips. your lips parted breathing hard, not because of the atmosphere, but how wet your panties were getting. his tongue was longer than you could remember, thunder crackling in the background as you looked at his beautiful emerald eyes that show amidst the darkness of the forest surrounding the two of you. you weren’t sure if something were awakening within you, or whether it was because he were your savior in the moment, but the malleus you saw before you was absolutely gorgeous, even if ridden with scales and resembled a dragon more than usual. the student harassing from before was long gone, but the lightning still cackled behind his figure, giving him the true air of royalty.
his eyes dart towards you, like vertical slits. undoubtedly, he could see your every movement and hear every single beat of your organ against your chest. if it weren’t for the slick arousal pooling in your panties, he would of mistaken it for fear. he wasn’t sure what to do in the moment, you’d seen him slip up and get angrier than he’d ever meant to you in front of you, someone he’d never wanted to hate him or see him in such a state. the second your arousal hit his nose he was overwhelmed with a multitude of desires, more primal than normal as his talons twitched, his shadowy hand outstretched towards you, but it wasn’t to help you up from your fall, but instead to intertwine with your smaller hand, which was dwarfed in comparison to his monstrous transformation. you were sure he were conflicted internally, his tongue darting out and licking his lips repeatedly, as though he could taste something that you couldn’t in the air. you absentmindedly spread your legs, the aroma getting stronger and hitting him tenfold as he could see your panties, doing what was sanely possible and rejecting his primal urges.
“malleus,” you huffed, chest heaving as his eyes were locked on as though a predator who found it’s target, a prey which wouldn’t escape. his eyes narrowed in on the subtle way it rose and fell as you breathed, his own breathing growing ragged as you see sharp teeth protruding past as he growls, a low rumble which would rival his thunder. your intertwined hand releases and guides the hand to your chest, “you can rip it all off malleus, please, do.” you whisper, still enchanted by his form as you feel something wrap around your stomach, coiling and making its way down. it was long, extremely so, and not particularly girthy near the bottom, but rather near the top. your intuition told you it was a tail, a scale like texture which was extremely cool to the touch. the obsidian color blended in with the night, but the moonlight shone on it just perfectly for a beautiful reflection, making you want that inside of you.
he could taste the arousal on your body as he licked a strip up your neck, already lowering himself to the ground and burrowing himself into your body. his tongue was slick and wet, yet made you hot from a single lick as you pant out his name, his tail reaching lower and lower until it got to your panties, easily flicking them off as he grabbed the slick garments as some kind of gift from you, pocketing it for himself as his tail returned to your midsection, snaking its way down to your clit as it rubbed the area, never diving in as you whimpered. he relished this, the only person to accept him no matter how terrifying he became. thunders would fall from the sky yet you’d undoubtedly make the journey into his arms to comfort him, fearing he may be hurt. there wasn’t another student as kind as his child of man, who now opened herself up for him in mind and body, moaning his name as his tongue slipped inside and marked it all up, sucking on her’s. he wasn’t sure if you were foolish, or if you had that much faith in him and his heart, yet he were about to test the limits of no return, plunging his tail right into your throbbing cunt midkiss as you jolt, arms wrapping around his neck holding him tight as nails dig in, making him groan from pleasure.
“ngh.” you moan, feeling his tongue return your neck as he bites down, sharp teeth grazing your skin and nibbling, leaving marks all across your neck as his tail starts off slow, using your slick as lube to plunge and coat itself, moving in and out, which felt a bit weird at first. the tip was thin, but still girthier than his fingers, feeling it repeatedly move in and out, thrusting at a rhythmic pace as your eyes were seeing stars, enjoying the sensations. his stained talons were carefully grasping at your bare breasts, already ripping your shirt with ease, his head pulling back to marvel at them, what he’d only seen in his dreams. there really was a day where he were loved, where he were welcomed and invited to touch someone, someone that accepted each and every quirk that came with. his mouth pressed against one of the acerola’s, suckling and moaning not just from pleasure, but joy. he was careful with his talons to not scratch your flesh, squeezing the other and toying with it, sending shudders down your spine. his mouth was so hot, his fingers so cold to the touch and rough despite going easy, his tail fucking you and plunging into your cunt harder by the second as your stomach feels a tight coil, wanting to cum all over his scaled tail.
a euphoric feeling washes over you right into your cunt as you spill out your cum all over his tail, walls clenching on it as your nails dig deeper, crying out his name, “malleus!” with curled toes. his tail slowly pulls out, cum trickling down it as he brought his talon-like fingers to scoop it off and lick at it upon pulling away from your swollen breasts covered in his saliva. you can barely manage to look at him, so erotically drinking your cum as his eyes glow, tail prying open and entering your mouth as it thrusts inside, in and out as you suck on it, saliva coating it as it mercilessly uses your mouth like a fleshlight. his possessive desire to claim you has tenfolded, tasting your lust for him as he lays you on your back, groaning at your fingers grasping and rubbing against his horns as he pushes off his boxers, freeing his cocks. you knew he were a monster, and you wanted this. even his cocks were scaly and black, oozing precum as he mutters a spell under his breath, his top cock was girthier and longer than anything you’d ever seen, and he pushed it in you as you cry out into his tail, a strong sense of pain as he stretches you up, but still barely fitting, even with your cum lubricating him. he shushes you by wiping your tears, tail focused on pleasuring your as he relished in your warm mouth.
“just wrap your legs around me, and trust me.” he tells you, and that wasn’t a hard task. you breathed in and out, adjusting to him while grasping his horns, stroking them as you could feel his dick twitch inside of you. the pain was neutralized, but you still had to adjust to his bottom, less girthier, but still massive cock stretching you again, back arching as your legs wrapped around his waist tight, starting to lose yourself from the overstimulation as your mouth was a mess, and sore. your cunt was throbbing as is from his small movements that elicited moans from him, enjoying the way you clamped down on him and were being taken to your upmost limits. your eyes were shut and drool slipping down your mouth and dribbling past your chin like an absolute mess of a whore, cockdrunk on him as he really starts thrusting into you. you looked so satisfied to be so stuffed, the outline of his cocks could be seen when he plunge in all the way, his tail muffling your screams of pleasure as your orgasm slipped past fast without any time to react, but he kept going, relishing in your squirms and spasming weeping cunt as he fucked himself into you, hard.
his talon-like fingers tweezed your breasts as he begun marking your stomach, he’d make sure every single part of you were known as his property. a dragon was obsessive over their possession, and after tonight he could see you as nothing but his. his cock drunk mate, one he would spill all his cum into and impregnate. your stomach filled and growing with his hatchlings, and he knew you’d love them, just as much as he loved you. he’d make sure those children got the love they deserve, from both father and mother. even if you weren’t ready, he’d make you the perfect queen and mother, all you needed to do was continuing trusting and loving him. his sweat droplets fell onto you but you were unable to think straight, not able to process how his cocks throbbed and released hot ropes of cum, far, far too much, right up your cunt as he groaned your name, making sure not a drop spilt as his tail leaves your fucked out mouth, letting you catch your breath.
your cunt was painted white by him, and he wouldn’t stop as he went right back at it, savoring your loud cries amidst the throes of pleasure, both of your sweaty bodies overfilled with euphoric pleasure, not caring where you were, or whether either of you would actually be able to stop. “malleus!” you cry out again, feeling his tail coil and make its way towards your ass, he couldn’t stop himself. he wouldn’t stop until every single part of that delicious body of your’s were explored and marked, he couldn’t. he would make sure you and everyone knew that you were claimed by a beast, one who would treasure you until the end of his time.
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tagging: @candlewitch-cryptic, @witherfag. fine everyone already knew, with the way had written leona and malleus in the past, but i’m very into being fucked by monsters and nonhumans like slime or tentacle tendrils. this was extremely fun to write because monster cocks can demolish my cunt for free in this economy, no prostitution necessary.
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©rxsehearts. dn repost, translate, or plagiarize.
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l1tw1ck · 6 months
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wick, my beloved, do you have any lilia related thirsts in that genius head of yours
(im a lilia vanrouge fan now apparently. he is growing on me (vil is still nr 1 tho))
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why yes i do, im also in a monster fucking mood so 👁️👁️
bottom ftm lilia x top male monster reader
cw: size kink, monster cock, belly bulge, overstim, mind break, creampie, cum inflation
when lilia first met you, he was immediately enamored with your size. he has to look up to make eye contact with you and he's at the perfect height to suck your cock. that thought tormented him for weeks so imagine how excited he'd get when he finally has the opportunity to do it
lilia looks at your monstrous cock in awe. he knew you'd be big but fuck. he wonders how sex'll feel. he opens his mouth wide, lips stretching to take in your thickness. he happily sucks your cock, ignoring the light pain he feels from taking something so big.
~ lilia's eyes widen as your cum floods his throat. he reluctantly pulls away, letting the rest of your cum get on his face and body. he wanted to swallow it all but it was way too much. he wonders what would happen if you came inside him..
lilia wanted to ride you for his first time with you but he couldn't even move once you were completely inside him
he looks at you with a hazy experience, a goofy smile on his face. he traces the bulge in his stomach and just stares into your eyes.
you had to take matters into your own hands and you ended up breaking him, mentally that is. he was still perfectly intact and very happy to take your cock
lilia grins, moaning loudly as you pump him full of another load, his stomach getting bigger. "more~ more~" he says, coming again. he's extremely overstimulated and yet he's still begging for more
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mydiluc · 3 months
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F*ck Me Baby
when they want you to take what’s yours
cast: Leona, Idia, Malleus x fem reader
a/n: from a conversation in discord that made me spiral
warnings: fem reader, reader & characters are all written as 20+, characters are a bit needy hehe, reader blushes, feminine petnames for reader, size kink, dry humping -> riding, one (1) spank from Leona, squirting in Idia’s, some manhandling, creampies for everyone! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜
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Leona groans, deep and vibrating in his chest. it settles into a low purr, his hands gripping at your ass while your soft, glossy lips leave a trail of kisses along his collarbone revealed beneath his open uniform shirt. you smell sweet, his sense of smell heightened at the heady hints of arousal dripping between your legs and onto the gusset of your satin panties. you’re ready for him quickly, he chuckles at the thought of your hole pulsating under your skirt, needing him to fill it. it’s animalistic of course, the desire to utterly ruin his beloved and the heat of that desire simmers under his skin like the sun.
your pussy drags over the hard bulge in his pants and Leona hisses, kneading at the globe of your tit through your bra. he nips at your bottom lip and you giggle, rolling your hips in an angle so that you can feel his entire length against your throbbing slit and you moan, cherub cheeks flushed with want as you blink back at his emerald green eyes. You’re so adorably horny, and his own need for you has grown unbearable but he’s a man who continually loves to play with his food.
“Fuck me baby, c’mon.” Leona growls softly, a hand squeezing the back of your neck, he grins, licking his chops and using the natural strength of his build to continue rubbing himself against your soaking underwear while you moan and grow fuzzier in the head.
“So cute, princess. Need you to fuck me, alright? I’ll even help you a little…” he reiterates with more impatience this time, reaching between your legs that are hot like a furnace, moving your panties to the side while your hands work at the button and zipper of his pants. your hand pulls his cock out, the tip beaded with precum and your sweet visage coos at the sight, running your thumb over the slit to see his cock kick in your grasp and to hear such a fierce lover as Leona grunt at your mercy. you hoist yourself up further on your knees, positioning his fat cock against your entrance and the muscled, smug man beneath you grips your hips with desperation. his head falls back against the headboard, adams apple bobbing while you work yourself down his shaft. your thighs meet his and then you’re bouncing, feeling him fill you again and again.
“That’s it, oh fuck…doin’ good…” he rasps with a heavy yet encouraging smack to your ass, feeling the jiggle of it before his hands slide from your hips to your waist where he meets your rhythm with his own movements of grinding himself up into your heat. Your tits wobble in your bra and he grounds himself by leaning forward and biting down on your flesh, your nails immediately finding purchase in his deep chestnut mane while you gasp at his impressive girth carving itself up behind your bellybutton.
you start to falter, moaning turning into whimpering when he tells you under his breath with a rumbling laugh to rub your clit for him like the good girl you are. you oblige, your foggy lust filled mind operating your body like autopilot, trembling fingers reaching down and rubbing little stars against your puffy clit. the electric connection of your fingers in combination with Leona placing his feet firmly on the mattress to fuck up into you steals a loud yelp from your throat and you can only hold onto his shoulder with one hand while you rub yourself to your peak and Leona’s cock thrusts itself against the spongey spot in your walls that has your pussy tightening around his shaft. he can see how you’re so gone, chanting his name like a plea and he only shushes you with a kiss to the corner of your lips, when you squeal and shake, cumming around his cock till the slick leaks and shines between your bodies.
there’s a lewd clicking sound, your pussy suctioning his girth while you lay collapsed in his arms as your lover growls without inhibition, the sound reverberating through your body when he presses in to the hilt and floods your womb with his spend. it’s hot, almost unbearably so when he cums, your lower half twitchy and shaking as you hold each other.
Leona purrs in your arms, licking a stripe up the skin of your balmy neck and chuckles. you didn’t quite fuck him like he said to, losing your stamina like a little lamb - but your sleepy form against his has his eyes drooping shut. His cock stays inside you, plugging you up with intention to spill more inside later for when he playfully whispers to you how you can try again.
Idia will never, ever, be used to having you in his lap. you tell him time and time again, his intelligence, his humor, his smarmy attitude that appears and makes your eyebrows shoot up, to other traits of his keep you coming back for more. and so here you are, a hand cupping his face and fingertips rubbing at the space beneath his ear while he breathes out against your saccharine lips. Idia’s kisses range from sweet and hesitant, to filled with yearning and addictive like a game you cant stop grinding for. and you are, grinding, one of his arms around your waist while your hips move in circles on his lap and he struggles to kiss you back and yet he doesn’t show any sign of stopping his mouth from moving with yours.
his chilly hands won’t stop grabbing at you as much as he can, long and lithe fingers gripping the soft of your belly and beneath your tits under your shirt while his mouth stays open for your tongue to lick itself against his, his heart pounding wildly in his chest at every intentional move to drive him mad that you make in his hold. You had only come over to watch anime, but you both knew better once your back was to his chest and Idia’s chin was hooked over your shoulder while you cuddled in his comfy gaming chair. 
now your legs are spread and your skirt is hiked up high on your thighs, the heavy and thick imprint of Idia’s cock rested against his thigh in his sweatpants that you can’t seem to stop humping your pretty lace clad pussy against. the arm not wrapped around your waist tenderly snakes down to pull your skirt up, the golden yellow of his eyes glittering when they catch sight of the prominent wet patch between your plush thighs and he groans, letting his middle finger curiously pet at the fabric that hugs your leaking lower lips. he lets out a shuddering breath, meeting your glassy gaze and your cherry red pout. you want more, and he would be a fool in every sense, in every universe if he said didn’t want more of you too.
you’re his sweet girl, he moans into your mouth while his thumbs hook into the waistband of your panties and your hips arch, allowing him to pull them down your legs that you return to their spread position. you shiver at the air against your pussy, taking your lovers wrist in your grasp to lap at his fingertips, wordlessly moving his hand down to your hot and wet hole to prod at with his now saliva coated fingers. Idia curses under his breath and presses his fingers flat against your clit and rubs the prettiest and most precise little half moons that bring stars to your eyes and a heated flush to your skin while you whimper and keen at his touch.
“Need you so bad…” he says your name quietly with a clenched jaw, “need you to use me…” Idia licks his lips and presses his forehead into the crook of your neck, still endlessly rubbing your throbbing little nub until all thoughts in your pretty head are reduced to Idia and his cock, his fingers, his sharp toothed kisses that nip and claim, the sound of his voice saying your name.
you nod at his request, lifting your ass off his lap in order for him to pull his cock from his sweats. it bobs so heavy between his legs, a leaky tip that dribbles almost pitifully onto his pants, emanating a heat that makes you clench with need before he can even line himself up with your hole. you hiss when his tip pops into you, the stretch already delicious and driving you both to delirium. you lean yourself back and start to roll your hips, your hand covering Idia’s as you help him inch by inch stuff your pussy with his length. Idia moans, loudly when he’s fully buried in you - the unabashed noise he makes sending goosebumps crawling across your spine, and you catch your breath against his chest for a moment. he allows you a short pause, returning to rubbing your clit, pinching it while your bottom lip trembles as you start to bounce on his dick.
“Yessss, fuck fuck fuck….making me feel good…” he gasps, keeping his chin hooked over your shoulder for the show. your hips jerk and your hand grasps his wrist and he only presses at your clit harder. you feel the sharp edges of his teeth on the delicate skin of your neck and he bites down as if to keep himself grounded at the feeling of your pussy swallowing his length over and over. your juices messily slicking out to dribble down his balls and even to wet the space of the seat under his ass.
it’s a lewd sight, your head thrown back and riding your pretty boyfriend in his chair, anime forgotten and moaning in a harmony only meant for you both to hear. he grunts, thrusting up into you to meet your gyrating hips until your legs shake and nails are sunk into the pale skin of his forearm as you cum with a shout of Idia’s name, you feel yourself squirt, and liquid coats his hand as you wail and blush in blissed out embarrassment. He hisses, voice raising in pitch when he moves his fingers from your sloppy, buzzing clit to grip your hips and yank you down onto his cock where he uses you like you used him - desperately reaching his orgasm.
and when he cums, he lets out the lowest most debauched groan, pitiful and pornographic. you feel his cock lurch deep within your walls, milky white seeping out to bring further filth to the spaces between your bodies. he shivers, and you meet his flushed face, eyes hazy and a naughty grin that reminds you that even though Idia is quite shy and introverted -
he is insatiable, and will get what he wants.
Malleus laughs, softly and with mirth as he looks up at you longingly. your arms thrown around his neck while you sweetly rub your precious pussy against his clothed cock. he looks at you like one would a masterpiece, and you are, pools of vivid glowing green never leaving your fully nude form as you work yourself up in his hold. the fae is fully dressed, save for the collar of his uniform gone for you to kiss and suckle at his neck while he whispers praises of true love and deep affection in your ear. he may be a prince, a being of great magic but oh when your lips are on his body and your tiny mewls of bliss reach his ears, he is but only a fae in love. and he selfishly wants to stay this way always.
nails scrape gently across your nipples, palms feeling the weight of your tits while your glossy lips mold themselves with Malleus’s soft ones, he inhales your every breath as if he were trying to steal it for himself from where he lays below you. every sugared sigh of yours leaving his cock growing ever harder and ever more desperate to plunge into you. his pupils seem to grow into slits, predatory and feral at how your dewy skin shines in the low light of his bedroom. Malleus moans softly, feeling your clit catch itself against his fat tip through his pants and you squeak, allowing your hips to bounce themselves against that same spot with fervent determination.
his hands grip your hips, stilling your desperate movements. you blink down at him, biting down on your bottom lip while your lover cups your cheek with a cool hand. he wraps an arm around your waist until your tits are squished against his chest and you swear you hear a soft growl in the back of his throat while he gazes at you from below.
“I need to be inside you, my love.” he rasps with a dangerous edge, dragging his lips across your cheekbone and you whimper softly while his hands trace the curves of your body as you hover over him. your ass arched in the air, tits hanging just above his face, Malleus reaches between your bodies to finally remove some of his clothing - his belt and pants undone and pulled down just enough for his impressive cock to spring out and hit you in the bellybutton. it stands tall, reminding you that when you take him he’ll be deep, nestled snugly in your pussy and you throb at the thought, reaching to grasp his shaft though you can barely wrap your hand around it.
You sit back on your haunches, stroking your lover while he pants, the thick black strands of his hair stuck to his neck in a cold sweat, his throat bobs when you position yourself above him, sliding his tip along your sopping slit until it takes and you can finally begin to push yourself down on him. you gasp like a plea, shuddering at how heavy he already feels in you, the pressure of his hardness scraping your walls as your legs shake. It seems like it takes ages, the petals of your pussy opening and accommodating his draconian cock, all veins and a leaky, pulsing tip that longs to nestle itself deeper till you feel him in your tummy.
Malleus takes your hands in his, lacing his fingers with yours, squeezing them delicately. you use the grip he has on your hands as leverage, moving yourself up and down his shaft. your tits heave, lashes fluttering while you find a steady rhythm to fuck yourself on his cock, Malleus releases a shuddering groan, watching your pussy cream around his length and leaving the tacky, milky ring of arousal on the base of him to web to his pubic hair. it’s despicable, the way the prince bucks his hips experimentally to hear you squeal, to see your body jerk and your jaw drop. he’s big, thick, big balls snug against your ass.
“You can do it, you can take me how you want me yes?” he drawls, voice shaky yet still laced with a loving teasing tone. You nod, whimpering while you squeeze his hands back and roll your hips, this time faster and with the sounds of wet skin slapping skin, smattering your juices against his thighs as you grow more and more desperate for release. Malleus groans beneath you, head thrown back into the mattress while you start to cry out, there’s a pitiful whimper of his name at the way your clit grinds and slides against his sharp pelvis. you let go of his hands finally, and press them against his chest while your ass bounces down against his cock.
your nails slide up and grab at his shoulders while you tremble, cursing at how your pussy tightens and pulses hard around him as you cum, his tip punching at the tender spot inside you until you feel tears dot your lashes. he feels so good and your thighs burn as you get lost in your own bliss, Malleus then takes the initiative to grip your ass and moves you like a doll, fucking into you with heavy panting breaths until he presses himself in so deep you fear how your body can even take it. you feel the pulsing of his cock, your pussy milking him within your gooey insides as he spills his seed with a groaning clench of his jaw.
He fills you up, and you take it all every time. Just as you’re meant to. He belongs to you and you to him, after all.
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lair-of-asmodeus · 9 months
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Imagining...
Imagining Idia groping you from behind while a vibrator he made just for you is inside your pretty little hole... It hits all the right spots... It feels so good, tears form at the corner of your eyes... You call out his name.
“Idia..~”
And he bites you again. Leaving a hickey behind, then licking it to ease the pain...
Speaking of which, your neck and shoulders are littered with them. You like them though. But you do get a bit impatient, wanting him inside now. You eagerly wiggle your hips against his crotch.
“I want you...”
“I... want you too...” He says to you, and he kisses the marks he left.
You like his touches though. They make your heart flutter.
He slowly takes out the vibrator only to stick the real deal in. You bite your lips and mewl. Turns out, he is halfway there.
“I love you... (Y/N)-shi...”
And you feel him push it in, making you moan in response. Thank the Gods above, the walls of his room are soundproof. He wouldn’t want his favorite person’s moans to be heard outside otherwise...
You feel him move his hips. Pulling back then pushing them in. He gradually increases his pace as you moan louder.
By the time you reach your limit, he is fucking your hole faster. Your eyes roll back with ecstasy, but your moans turn to silent cries. You moan his name as if it’s the only word you know. He holds your hips firmly and gives you one last, strong, thrust. And he finishes inside of you, filling you with his warm seed. His arms go around your waist and he hugs you.
“I love you... so damn much... (Y/N)...” He whispers tiredly and lays down with you. Both of you end up falling asleep.
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malleleothreesome · 4 months
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Blindfolded Malleus
💚 summary: You edge Malleus while he's blindfolded ༶༶༶ 💚 warnings: gender neutral reader, you go to TOWN on those horns of his, brief mention of Malleus wanting to breed you, blowjob, penis in [gender neutral hole] sex, creampie ༶༶༶ 💚 word count: 6.6k words ༶༶༶ 💚 inspired by: @creepysun-cpsunnhild's ask thank you! ♡✧*:・゚
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Malleus sits patiently on his bed, hands clasped on his lap, buzzing with nervous excitement as he waits for you to join him. He is already stripped down to only his boxers, eager to begin the night's festivities.
"Are you nervous?" you ask him as you rummage around in your backpack before finally pulling out a silky black blindfold purchased from the secret backroom of Sam's shop.
Malleus blinks, mouth parting slightly in the way he does when surprised, "A little? This is rather... novel for me." His lips fall into a pout. "Being unable to see your face is strange. I won't get to enjoy your expression as you pleasure me..."
You zip up your backpack and saunter over to his bed where Malleus waits, boxers tented around the evidence that he is looking forward to this, despite his apprehensions. You flash him a mischievous smile as you crawl over to him on the bed, settling in a straddle across his thighs. "That will just force you to be more sensitive to my touch," you coo as you cup his soft, milky cheek in your hand, admiring the complete beauty of his face for a final moment before you blindfold him. As he returns your loving gaze, his slitted pupils start to widen from desire and you watch in awe as his verdant irises are completely swallowed by inky pools of hunger. “I promise you won't even miss my face in the heat of the moment,” you try to reassure him.
He scoffs before murmuring in a low, smoky voice, "You know me far better than that, child of man." And yet, despite his objections, he obediently tilts his chin down, lowering his lashes as he allows you to place the black silk over his face. Malleus inhales sharply as the light suddenly dims to complete darkness. He stills like a startled creature of the forest as his sight leaves him, his muscles tense and his eyelids twitch under the silk as he comes to terms with his new vulnerability. You stop straddling him, denying him the comforting warmth of your thighs against his as you crouch on your knees beside him. He growls as you refuse to indulge his lust, remaining perfectly still as he struggles to find his bearings. You want him to simmer with arousal before you ease his longing—a little frustration will make his eventual orgasm that much more satisfying.
His innate magical ability attempts to compensate for the obscuration of his eyes by granting him heightened senses that would guide him in a perilous situation. He finds himself hyper aware of the beating of your heart and the slow rhythmic cadence of your breathing. The tension between your still bodies grows palpable. Your heartbeats thrum synchronically with the silent yearning of two lovers desperate to press skin against skin. Malleus is so ethereally beautiful, your heart can’t help but leap every time you look at him. The black silk shrouding his vision only serves to emphasize the handsome cut of his jaw and his sharp, seductive lips, parted in breathless anticipation. The glossy fabric paints a dark tapestry against the snowy hues of his skin. A lock of his viridian hair slips along his forehead in a way that accentuates the graceful curve of his brow. Every fiber of his being drips with all the charms of an otherworldly prince, an untouchable enigma that transcends mortal understanding. Yet he sits there, completely bared to you, stripped of his power, a masterpiece defaced by a veil of cloth; a prize awaiting the taking.
Despite his lack of sight, he can feel your gaze on him like a physical caress, causing goosebumps to sprout across his alabaster skin and his ears and cheeks to bloom a flustered rose-red. He knows you are simply teasing him, but the sensation of being denied his favorite view of his beloved is utterly infuriating. Yet, something about being without your gaze stirs the desire within him. When your lovemaking has reached its peak in the past, the sight of your flushed cheeks and blissed out expression has made his blood run hot and has left him in the throes of the most pleasurable high. Not being able to gaze upon you will allow him to focus his whole being upon the ecstasy he feels every time he is brought to climax. This denial will amplify the sensations he will feel in the midst of passion and he finds himself anxiously anticipating how overwhelming those emotions might be. His cock grows harder and twitches excitedly at the thought and he bites his lip to contain the groans of arousal rising up in the back of his throat. Your proximity, despite him being unable to see your form, is positively maddening. Now that sight is taken away, the darkness is acting like an aphrodisiac. He wants nothing more than to lose himself to desire, touch, scent, and sound—to bring both of your hearts racing and be subsumed in an orgasmic trance. And so, the anticipation of the evening ahead courses through Malleus' body in electric tremors, setting his soul on fire. For someone with the lifespan of a fae, a moment is but a speck of sand on a shore, yet every minute you make him wait seems to drag into torturous eternity. He wants—no, he craves to take you and bask in the throes of passionate euphoria... Yet, he sits there, at the mercy of you and the unfolding events.
His growing sexual frustration sends a surge of wicked mischief through your blood as you crouch on the plush duvet alongside him. Malleus feels the bed shift and your body moving ever closer, then the caress of your hot breath tickling against his neck, near his sensitive ears, just a whisper away. He shudders deliciously as the phantom sensation of your moist, parted lips nears his bare shoulder, sending a chill through his entire body that culminates in a tingling tightness that pulses through his dick, which has reached full mast and throbs painfully in his boxers. Just as he is beginning to move his mouth to admonish you for such cruel teasing, his body suddenly jerks in surprise as he is overcome by the wet and gentle pressure of your mouth suckling ever so gently against his sensitive nape, right in that one spot, the one you know makes his knees turn to jelly. Malleus can't help the startled gasp that falls from his mouth as his body surrenders entirely, arching slightly at the pleasurable sensation, head lulling back just a little. He shivers as your palms ghost across his bare chest in a featherlight graze, sighing as his muscles are soothed by the balmy smoothness of your hands. You seem intent on teasing his neck—tugging, suckling, kissing, licking—and the teasing wet heat and gentle suction against his throat drives him to near delirium. The muscles of his neck tense as he gulps down heavy breaths, and you revel in the sound of him fighting desperately to contain his lust, your mouth quirking up into a smirk against his throat. His head leans back further to grant you more access to his soft flesh, and he resists the urge to stroke himself, biting his lower lip as your kisses start to descend along his pectorals, your tongue teasing at a hardened nipple before continuing to worship him down his abdominal muscles to the dip of his hips and eventually stopping just short of where he really wants it. Malleus is panting, almost as if in time with his throbbing member as it demands attention, yet your fingers remain above the waistband, tempting him.
"Keep going," he commands quietly, craving more than your hesitant brushes, his heart quickening at the sound of your own racing pulse. You have found a delicious torment in delaying him, and his inability to see your next move has caused his whole body to come alive. Malleus bites his lower lip harder, nearly breaking skin to maintain his self control as your fingertips barely push at the elastic band of his underwear, your nails only teasing the thin trail of hair below his navel. The tiniest contact is overwhelming on his skin, leaving a blazing trail in the wake of the featherlight touch, and a trembling warmth deep within him as his desire crescendos. Every part of him is suddenly alert, drinking up the ambiance, the muffled silence only adding an ethereal atmosphere of mystique to his hazy world of arousal and delight. "My love, please give me more," he begs. The strained edge in his voice stirs the rising excitement within you and your core aches at his ardent need. A little hitch in your breath catches his attention. Without the ability to watch your expressions, his sharp ears have begun to strain to hear every indication of arousal from you.
A bratty whine escapes Malleus' pouting lips as you completely withdraw your hands, body heat disappearing as you leave him exposed. The void of your warmth leaves him cold, an abyss to match his own darkness, yet he is lost for words as your mouth finds his erect cock through the fabric of his boxers, swallowing his bulge, the friction of your dampened tongue against him shooting straight to his balls. Your saliva bleeds through the cloth in a thick stain as you use your mouth to slowly torture him, knowing this is driving him insane. A jumble of pants and unintelligible phrases fall from the normally reserved Malleus' mouth and his hands fist themselves in the bedsheets, threatening to rip them in his pent-up ecstasy, knuckles stark white in strain as he groans. Your relentless hot and wet pressure on his erection is turning him into a salacious mess, but it's not nearly enough—he's desperate to feel your skin and a feral growl rattles around in his throat. His instinctive need to seize control of the situation becomes clouded in the heady fog of the erotic pleasure that your touches instill within him, a thrall he's unfamiliar with but too far gone to resist. When he thinks he can't stand the sweetly agonizing tease any longer, your lips pull away, leaving him wanting for your moist, breathy heat to return to him. Malleus whines piteously, squirming in place in silent desperation, fists tightly balled.
Your heart soars when you hear him making these vulnerable little noises of absolute submission to his craving for your body—as much as you know his primal urges are telling him to toss you onto his lap and take you, his dedication to your sadistic game prevents his true lusts from prevailing. He wants to ravage you, to gorge himself on your flesh as you scream his name into his pillows, to bite down on the crook of your neck when he's plunging deep within your hot, aching depth. Instead, he endures his cock's ceaseless torment.
As you contemplate your next course of action, your eyes settle on the enigmatic vestigial holdover from his ancestors—his horns. Growing directly from his skull and twisting in two thick curves adorned with glowing flecks of opulent teal, they frame his beautiful visage with an unmistakable air of eerie mystique. Intrigued by the sharp, slender peaks, you straddle Malleus' lap once again, his aching need nudging up against your clothed sex and making him groan from the limited pleasure he finally receives. He never eluded to any sensuality about the pointed projections adoring his head, but your curious lust can't help but wonder if they're erogenous. It certainly wouldn't surprise you if the fearsome protrusions were a weakness for your beautiful and powerful lover. If they could invoke in him a tantalizing rush of decadent sensation, they would surely aid you in his titillation. His previous words of caution ring in your mind—"You're welcome to touch them… though I can't guarantee what would happen to you if you did."—yet your perversion yearns to test out your theory.
You slowly lean your bodyweight towards his head until he feels you looming over him, your body's warmth fanning over his face and giving a comforting presence to his empty, disoriented world. The hint of a smirk curls at the corner of his lips as he begins to tilt his face, wrongfully expecting a kiss. Malleus had suspected your lusts would soon get the better of you and would ultimately yield him the rapture he seeks. You don't even notice the way his mouth opens slightly, wet, plush lips eagerly awaiting yours. The air between you two is electric with a smoldering, simmering need, threatening to spark into something raging. However, you swerve his inviting kiss, instead placing both your hands firmly against each horn, beginning a gentle massage on the cool bone. You can’t help but grin in prideful victory when a yelp falls from Malleus' lips and he bucks upwards, his hips suddenly snapping with wild impulse in a carnal attempt to sheathe his engorged cock within the beckoning warmth of your tight hole. Malleus' shocked gasp shifts into a guttural, feral sound. His blood is filled with electricity and lust, the lewd sounds emanating from deep within him like a forbidden spell of obscene delight.
The rumble of his inhuman grumble rolls through his entire chest, and the vibration of the low, loud noise goes straight to your throbbing sex. His reaction to you is deliciously intense, and you begin to twist and rub your thumb and index finger around the ridges of the horns, tracing the shapes and sending tiny shivers down Malleus' spine. You watch him, holding your breath in captivated awe as his upper lip lifts into a snarl and his bottom lip falls, allowing another dirty, draconic growl to spill out. The blackness of his vision leaves his mind no choice but to sink deeper into carnal euphoria, his mouth hanging agape and eyes rolling behind his blindfold, the pale skin of his cheeks becoming flushed as he drowns in the overwhelming sensations that consume him entirely. You run your fingernail up and down the sides of his horns simultaneously with a tantalizing tickle, and Malleus' head jerks in your grasp, neck muscles tense with shock from how amazingly sensitive this area of him is. With a naughty grin you plant a messy, wet kiss on one horn, then drag your teeth along the slick surface while your fingers begin a slow, erotic massage where the base of his horn meets the tender skin of his scalp. A downright depraved string of nonsensical, fragmented curses of ecstasy tumble from Malleus' throat. As his primal urge to breed overrides any common sense, the harsh sting of claws dig into the delicate skin of your forearms.
Your caress on his horns is like having the tips of every nerve of his being stimulated at once. His hips start thrusting almost automatically, as though his brain no longer commands him with any sort of reason. His desires take full control, acting on instinct to rut against anything and everything, and a hot ache ripples through his nether regions. The undergarment that traps him from absolute nirvana becomes uncomfortably tight, as his manhood pushes the limits of what the cotton material can bear. A damp and translucent stain of precum has bled through onto the fabric. His mind is swirling with a heady cocktail of lust, love, and urgency—the absence of sight heightening every aspect, every molecule of physical joy, creating a searing, constant arousal deep within him. At last, you have coaxed your regal Prince to reach a whole new state of passion.
You can feel yourself becoming more aroused with each erotic sound you draw from Malleus' throat, as your love for him is mixed with your innate masochism to torture and tease, causing a molten heat to blossom within you. Unable to deny him any longer, you let your lips fall to his mouth and Malleus eagerly reciprocates without hesitation, the heat between the two of you almost unbearable. Teeth clash as he hungrily devours your lips and his arms fly to pull you close so he may sink himself into your flesh and keep you for an eternity, one arm slipping to your lower back and pressing you towards him, his other hand weaving itself through your soft locks. This is what Malleus longed for: the warmth, the wetness, and the sinful slide of your tongue against his. His heart is set ablaze as you grip onto his face, cradling the beloved contours in an almost desperate plea to be as near him as possible, wanting to hold your lover to your body until he melts within you. His deep, sonorous moans of lecherous longing resonate throughout your whole body, echoing in the cavern of your very soul until it makes your heart weep with an overwhelming love and passion. You realize now, more than ever, how dear this fae Prince is to you, how absolutely crucial he has become for your every living moment. As Malleus hungrily chases every ounce of physical sensation he can achieve through the one person that matters the most to him, he feels the exact same love and desperation well in him and pour into his kiss, transmitting his emotions back to you. The blindfold begins to dampen from his overflowing tears as the magnitude of your passion for him stirs a surge of affection and desire that nearly rips his beating heart out of his chest. He clutches you ever closer as a small sob rises up, overcome by his love for the beguiling little mortal whose unconditional acceptance and magical charms have entranced him since day one. You drink up his ardent devotion like a life-sustaining elixir.
Eventually, you break the kiss with a moan and slide off his body, and he mourns your warmth against him, a lonely tear absorbing into the silk. Malleus cannot contain a whimper, as his blood pulses so fiercely, a carnal and primal drive floods his being. It is beyond lust, beyond physical desire—you have reignited the very core of who he is as an eternal, draconic prince and have reminded him of the fire that beats within his breast. His body aches and throbs in equal amounts sexual and emotional passion, his need to release so intense that his breaths come in short, quick pants. His muscles spasm uncontrollably from the sensations running rampant in every extremity, and he sobs with pent-up desire, clawing at the duvet as though it would relieve the ceaseless, tortuous pressure that plagues him. His heart yearns, yet his libido aches, the girth of his dick straining against his waistband like a caged animal desperate to break free from its bindings and let the true beast emerge.
A relieved sigh escapes him when, a moment later, your cool, soft hands dip below the elastic of his boxers and gently slide them down and off. His erect cock slaps against his stomach, weeping pearls of precum and glistening from the prolonged sexual torture of the evening, standing at full attention. Its girthy length twitches with impatience. One teasing fingertip just barely grazes its tip, gathering the beads of lust and dragging them along his length. A strained yelp forces its way out of Malleus' parched and trembling lips, and his whole body tenses, toes curling. The sheets are being pulled in the violent vice grip of his fists, the sheer force of his magical grip threatening to rip them in half. You begin to languidly trace along his shaft at a tantalizingly slow and soft pace, driving him out of his mind. It's barely enough contact to get any satisfaction, yet far more than enough to make him jolt at the blissful sparks that you ignite within him. You ghost your breath across the length, blowing air on his heated flesh as a paltry reward to Malleus' plight. He cries your name in a pitchy, agonized tone as your hands pull away and he tries not to sob with frustration at the lack of touch. Before he can complain, a new, torturous sensation wracks his frame: the phantasmagoric feeling of soft, pillowy lips dragging against the tip of his shaft, eliciting a filthy whine and a throaty gasp. He feels more wet heat around his sensitive glans as your tongue bathes the area with hot saliva, savoring the briny taste of his essence, then leaving him abruptly. You're far too much of a tease, giving him just a sample before pulling away. His balls feel painfully swollen as he reaches his limit and his member seizes with another sharp throb of arousal.
And then, with a wet squelch, the heat of your mouth descends onto the entirety of his rock-hard erection, taking him all in to the hilt. Your cheeks hallow to create suction as your tongue swirls around his engorged tip and your throat relaxes as his length is buried down your throat, holding your breath and stifling your gag reflex for a brief moment before bobbing your head up and down, fucking his hard dick with your mouth and salivating profusely over his thick length. The sweetly sinful sensation of his throbbing erection buried deep down your esophagus causes his mind to shut off, his brain short-circuiting from the intensity of pleasure. Your talented tongue swirls and twirls around the mushroom tip while your hands massage up and down along his shaft, working his flesh in synchronous harmony, threatening to break him down into a quivering mess under the expertise of your skilled mouth. It's absolutely obscene, how willingly your jaw hangs wide for him, how you guzzle up every inch of his thick cock as though he's the best meal of your life.
Now that you have him back where you want him, you take your time torturing him by switching your rhythm every time his groans begin to sound too desperate, denying him the relief his poor aching cock so desperately craves. You gently guide his shaft upright with a tug of your hand, angling his thick cock directly into your mouth and ensuring you completely envelop his tip in your throat. Every time you hollow your cheeks and move his throbbing erection in and out of your mouth at a vigorous pace, Malleus is unable to hold his voice back. He tosses his head back, letting your tongue lavish the underside of his cock. The velvety heat of your tongue sweeps from the base all the way to his glans, lapping across his slit before wrapping your lips around his thick girth again. Your tongue meticulously teases and suckles on his sweet spots, knowing that because of his loss of vision he is acutely aware of every change in pressure, every shift in the path of your tongue, and every powerful stroke of your hand. You have successfully reduced the unshakeable Prince of Thorns into a mess of low moans and ragged, staccato breaths. Your name comes out in pleading pants, like he's calling to you to take his seed and give him the relief he desires so desperately. Your sucking and swirling heat pulls Malleus' balls up closer, tight and ready, his member starting to spasm as his end rushes ever nearer.
"Dearest..." Malleus murmurs as softly as possible, shuddering as pleasure lances through him like lightning, barely audible above the squelches and wet smacks, his hips bucking frantically now, "I beg of you... Please, do not be cruel. I cannot—please." You know how sensitive he is to touch, his every nerve is so over stimulated, and his blindness is making everything hit a whole new level.
"That's enough—hnnnng. This is far too much for me to handle... You're truly evil for using my body like this—oh, do not stop—" A litany of indecencies flow forth in an increasingly erratic rhythm to accompany the melodious cadence of his dulcet moans. Every time you push his length down your throat, he thinks you've given up playing around and finally decided to let him spill his hot load, only for you to relent at the last second and reduce your fervency. He curses your name, promising retaliation later in the form of the most passionate fucking of your entire life. The cruel torture begins anew with a playful kiss on his tip or a lewd slurp at the base of his cock as your hands fondle and caress him. It is almost inhuman the level of control his child of man has to be able to push him close to the edge and retreat with surgical precision, again and again, leaving him in complete anguish.
The hard tip of his cock slams the back of your throat, threatening to suffocate your breath and sending a deluge of saliva trickling down his swollen balls and slickening your lips. He cannot suppress the rough and rapid snapping of his hips against you, plunging his penis to the very end, every lunge making you gag. When you swallow and clench your throat around his length, Malleus' breaths dissolve into frantic wheezes, his chest heaving, unable to even finish his sentence before his lungs are sucked empty in ecstasy. Your hands cup the heavy, weighted balls beneath, fingers and nails digging in slightly before gripping onto his ass as you swallow around his entire girth, pumping his dick in rhythm with his thrusts as if to milk him and show no mercy. Your muffled squeals of encouragement spur Malleus on, the sounds you're making giving him permission to use your mouth like his own personal fuck-toy, his own filthy fantasy. His eyes squeeze shut behind the blindfold as the red, pulsing void suddenly fills with the vivid memory of the look on your face the last time he pounded your face so mercilessly, that wonderful face all covered in his seed, cheeks dripping with his creamy splatter. He moans brokenly as his fantasies meld with reality in the blinding darkness. The sheer act of being able to fully appreciate and wallow in the sense of absolute decadent delight his beloved grants him, as well as your own enthusiasm for him—all these sensations surge forth in a mighty torrent. Malleus knows you're preparing to build him up to a devastating peak of passion.
With a firm yet gentle grip, you dig the tips of your fingers into the ample flesh of your lover's thighs, feeling their toned rippling as you keep him in place. Your fingernails sink a little, creating faint, red trails in your wake, marking Malleus' flawless skin as evidence of your claim over his body. Without warning, his hard length slips out of your wet lips with an obscene pop, and the fae Prince whimpers once more from the cold drafts of the dorm room settling over his sopping, saliva-coated member. 
Before he has any time to register the shock of the loss, the bedsheets shift again under your movements as you swiftly remove your underwear before returning to position on your knees outside of his open legs. He holds his breath, eagerly anticipating the impending penetration of his lover's deepest parts and the messy release of the tight knot of sexual desire within the pit of his stomach. A baritone, satisfied groan bursts from the depths of Malleus' lungs as your warmth encases his erection, sheathing his dick in an endless flow of slippery heat and the most luxurious pressure. It is one of his favorite pleasures to hold you close after having penetrated your deepest core and simply stay there to savor the ecstatic sensations. Nothing can replicate the pure feeling of euphoric fulfillment and unadulterated bliss when your lower half is connected as closely as it possibly can with his—both of your intimate zones smoldering in the ecstasy of total conjoining, bodies becoming one and unified, your souls entwined in a kiss. His toes curl and his muscles shudder, but before he can adjust, you start moving, using your hips to ride his lap.
Your thighs settle snugly around Malleus' hips, your weight rocking forward to penetrate your loins deeper on his member and envelop every inch of him until his hard cock reaches the deepest regions of your core. Malleus can barely comprehend what's going on, his mind drowning in an ocean of the purest pleasure, his hands searching desperately for yours as you place his palms on either side of your waist for a good grip. His lover's palms, made small by the bulk of his own, have only moments ago been manipulating his sensitive erection and granting him such euphoria. To touch the very appendages that have stimulated him, to hold you steady, to feel the love that flows through the both of you—the thrill of the experience sets Malleus' mind into overdrive, the preciousness of his time together with you compounding with his heightened physical sensations in a stunning synthesis. A symphony of sexy, wet noises of colliding bodies, creaking mattress, and throaty gasps and moans echo throughout his lonely, shadowy abyss, and Malleus feels as though his senses are being pleasurably overwhelmed. Malleus shoves his cock ever deeper within, nudging against the slick flesh with feverish abandon. He becomes desperate for an even tighter hold, urging your body to submit to him and drown in bliss. As his dick pumps into your sweet, greedy, and dripping hole with zealous thrusts, your combined rhythm becomes lost to the utter delirium of rapture as the fae's raw instincts to rut you senseless take over. The Prince of Darkness doesn't hold anything back— he thrusts up into your body with full and furious strokes, growls turning animalistic, cock pounding with merciless thrusts, and balls slapping against the juncture of your thighs.
You can barely handle the sheer thickness of Malleus' dick inside of you, its girth is massive. It stretches your walls and massages every part of you, the large ridge along his cock's underside scraping against your insides with every relentless slam. The slightest movement sends fireworks shooting through you and drives you insane, the heated passion causing a powerful buildup of pleasure already. Your gasps rise in volume, turning into shrieks as you give him your body entirely. One of his hands trails up from your waist, the rough and calloused fingertips ghost across your collarbone and up the curve of your neck. His head is tossed back from the carnal fucking but those elegant, sharp fingernails linger over your pulse, feeling the way blood beats under your skin and listening for the hitch of breath every time the angle of his cock rubs up against something magical inside of you.
Malleus is constantly shifting his position, driving his huge dick into the different angles with practiced efficiency as he listens intently for where to thrust harder, to where your breathing is quickest, and where he gets the loudest moans. The noise echoes back to him like the raunchiest opera. It leaves you shaking on him as he explores you with his cock, the sheer intensity of his frenzied ministrations threatening to make your eyes roll into the back of your head. Every single slam of his dick draws you to the edge of the pleasure-bound chasm, as waves of satisfaction ripple throughout every fiber of your being.
His large, sturdy hands have never left your form and cling possessively. When he lets go, it's to scrape his claws down the tops of your shoulders before seizing you tightly once more. With his thighs tense, his strong muscles drive up into you at a merciless speed, over and over. A throttled roar is building in the pit of Malleus' chest. At the top of your lungs, you scream out his name. There is no room for your thoughts, only the constant stream of the lust-drenched fog and the instinctive urge to reach your peak. Malleus' talons scratch down your back before grabbing onto the tops of your asscheeks and forcing your lower bodies impossibly closer together. Malleus bites your neck while simultaneously drilling his cock as deep as he can possibly go before pausing there, grinding into you and groaning. Your bodies move together in tandem, a wet dance that staves off your looming orgasms for a few more thrusts and moans.
Through the blinding white ecstasy, you can vaguely hear the haughty prince remarking how perfectly he fits and feels inside you. Between your moans and the slapping sound, his breathy laugh cuts through the room and brushes hot against the crook of your neck, teasing, "Your insides... tighten when I praise you..." Your walls immediately squeeze him on reflex at those words. This discovery of another weakness brings him closer, more ravenous, a little bit more wild with the need to take and claim. His face buries into your skin and his tongue flicks out against your neck, drinking up the salt of your sweat as he nips, bites, and sucks his mark there. Malleus wants to fill your greedy hole with his seed, mark his territory, make it absolutely clear that you are his forever by stuffing you full until his cum trickles from the very corners of you and soaks into the silken sheets of his bed. He pants and growls lewdly, plundering into you like a heathen and abandoning any sense of shame as he fully lets go of all composure. The guttural moans and bestial noises escaping his throat reverberate like music in your ears. They signal that the gorgeous prince is drawing dangerously near his edge. The primal urges you have summoned from him command his every thought and his body reacts instantaneously to all the stimulation you've given him thus far. Your mouth falls open, wanton moans now turning into shameless screaming. You match the intensity with which Malleus throws his entire body into the movements of fucking your hole. Malleus doesn't allow your body a single moment's rest as he thoroughly ruins you—each carnal rut and frenetic pound of his manhood into your core sets fire to your whole being, reducing your soul to ash in the passion's wake. His engorged, reddened tip abuses your g-spot to the point that your walls can't even tighten around him anymore due to being so utterly overwhelmed by his dick.
Malleus' heart jackhammers against his ribs and a sound that can only be described as a primal, draconic cry roars out. Thick, creamy spurts of his warm seed paint your inner walls white as his balls pulse and churn, filling you up so generously. The depth of your love and adoration has finally ripped the fae's last threads of restraint to shreds, unleashing his true self—wild, uncontrollable, feral—and the transcendent bliss leaves him howling your name in a voice more akin to a monster than a beautiful Prince. You throw your head back, feeling every muscle of your inner body clench in delicious contractions as you, too, reach the precipice, gushing all over him. All you can manage is to sink onto his thick, throbbing cock and just quake with the intense force of your orgasmic bliss, your legs spasming around him as you milk his twitching shaft.
Every wave of your orgasm sends him into his next. Your loud wails of pure pleasure are music to his ears. He growls and thrusts against you, eager to ensure you have been completely and utterly defiled with his load. The exhilaration and anticipation that was building all night finally peaks, and the intensity is just right to leave the both of you in an tangled afterglow of sweaty, quivering limbs. All he can see are swirling spots of magical color swimming in front of the blinding black of his blindfold. Every sense becomes a blurry haze. When he finds enough control over his quivering frame, Malleus holds you up and close to him, refusing to slip out from your body, letting you come to rest against his strong, tender embrace and gently stroking your hair as you nestle your forehead in the crook of his neck, nestled so comfortably between his head and shoulder. Malleus begins peppering your face and the exposed parts of your shoulder with butterfly kisses, his ragged breaths tickling your skin.
"My love..." the Prince purrs as you languidly snuggle into him, "You will never know what you've just done to me. I have felt so utterly and undeniably wanted, needed, desired." His strong arms embrace you, so gentle and loving and soft, it makes your heart beat a little bit faster and fills you up with an immense, powerful feeling. "You have made my existence feel absolutely perfect and wonderful, more so than I deserve." His voice grows thick and warm, full of tender affection as he adds, "Please, cherish me forever. I will pledge myself to you for as long as I live." 
He pulls the blindfold over his head, his eyelids fluttering open to meet your soft gaze and reveal his magnificent, emerald hues and smoldering, lust-drunk slitted pupils. You fall in love with him all over again, smiling brightly as you are greeted by your beloved Prince's elation at seeing your beautiful face once more. Malleus lifts his palm and tucks a lock of your hair behind the lobe of your ear, leaving his knuckles there for a few extra moments as he enjoys the flush and shimmer on your features, admiring the love of his life with all the admiration in the world.
Malleus' eyes spark with renewed mischief and he chuckles mischievously, the deep, smooth sound rolling with velvet menace. "No mortal has ever had this sort of control over me before. The experience was rather... illicit, and strangely beguiling. A little unexpected, however, when you nearly choked me with my own horns." A single sharp claw tips your chin upwards. "How lucky, indeed, am I to be fortunate enough to have you, the first person I ever held my heart out to, be so wicked to me. You were quite merciless tonight." His lascivious grin twists devilishly, and you find yourself enthralled with a certain mix of terror and rapture, unable to keep a devilish smirk of your own from twitching your own lips.
You had known that taking him away from the world for a brief moment of darkness would make his whole body light up like a star and let him truly lose himself to you, but you never would have predicted how viscerally it would affect him. Even so, it pleases you to have fulfilled your fae Prince's perverse needs. You kiss the tip of his nose and he smiles his sharp smile. "Now that you've revealed such a sinful aspect of yourself to me, you'll be the one beneath my power next time we indulge."
The playful menace in his smile doesn't quite mask the serious note in his voice. Malleus is absolutely determined to reciprocate the things he enjoyed receiving in equal measure. It was almost like his own hidden, dangerous desires had awoken when you dragged him down the path of depravity, and a new wave of perversion courses through him at the thought of transforming you into his own plaything. Your throat goes dry, knowing his strength and his kinky side may finally have been unshackled from its cage, and the fae might devour you without the restraint and kindness of his moralities to hold him back. His handsome features betray nothing of his sadistic plans—all you can see are his glorious, flashing eyes glimmering with mischief, and the dangerous upturn of his mouth. There's no telling how much Malleus Draconia has planned for you, and for a brief moment, you wonder if perhaps you'd created a bit of a monster with tonight's exploration.
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Let me know if you all enjoyed this! Some Fun Erica Lore™ is that I have total aphantasia—I can't visualize (images or sounds) at all. So, I think because of that, I tend to be very descriptive with my words, since I can't visualize the scene in my head. Also, because I don't have visual memory, I do not remember memories or daydreams in a visual way, instead, I remember them by the feeling I felt in that moment (or the feeling I would feel if a situation was happening to me). Because I feel things so deeply, I like to convey the power of emotions in my writing. I hope I was able to elicit a strong emotional response from you. As always, thank you for reading. Every day, I continue to be awestruck by the outpouring of love and support I've received from you all. Thank you for welcoming my writing into this lovely community. Until next time, 💚 Erica Malleleothreesome
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