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dark-and-kawaii · 3 days

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‎‧₊˚✧[ Fucked In The Tower ]✧˚₊‧

Summary: Rolan pins you to a desk in Ramazith tower to claim you as his while Lorroakan is away. The way his seed drips out of your cunt, the white, creamy fluid staining that bastard’s flooring… It was enough to get him hard again.

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ Pairing: Rolan x F!Tav/Reader

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ Content: NSFW - Squirting - Fat Creampie - Meaty Tiefling Cock - Clit Rubbing - Hurt/Comfort

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ I know how much you love your Rolan @reverieblondie ♡

Your throat was so sore from screaming out as he continued to stuff- to bully your gummy depths, but the pain was not the worst part of the experience. It was the pleasure, the ecstasy that was making your thighs and knees shake, and your heart beat out of your chest. Your head was light and so very dizzy, a buzzing sound echoing in your ears like a hive of angry bees.

His fingers gripped, his nails digging into the meat of your hips, biting into the soft flesh as if his nails would rip right through the skin and sink into the bone… The feeling was electric and had you moaning despite how wrecked and sore your vocal chords were.

“R-Rolan! I- I- can’t!!” You wailed, feeling his thick cock batter and beat against your cervix, each thrust sending an agonizing shock of both pain and pleasure deep within your belly.

“Y-you can!” Rolan grunted, his own voice strained, though not as much as yours. His body was hot, his skin flushed and sweaty as his muscles strained with each movement, his arms, his back, his stomach and chest. You were so enraptured by the sight of him that you barely noticed his hand slipping between your legs until his finger pressed and rubbed the sensitive nub hidden just above where he was entering you.

“N’o!! Not again!! Noooo!! I-I can’t- I can- i- im- gunna cu-m a-ah-a-AAAAAAAAH!!!~ Rooolann~!!!!”

He did not relent, even as you squirted against him, your juices splattering onto his robe and dripping down the parts of his chest that were exposed, pooling on the table soaking your ass. His finger was merciless and your clit was aching from overstimulation. The sensation had you thrashing and bucking beneath him… You looked so good like this, so fucking perfect and greedy for his cock… Not for Lorroakan’s, not for Cal’s or anyone else’s, just his…

Your face was flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, your hair stuck to your face, and your eyes were rolling in the back of your head. He had never seen anything- anyone, more beautiful.

The wizard above you let out a loud groan as he pushed deep and hard, his cock pulsing, and the next moment a scalding hot liquid was being shot into your womb. It felt as if he was filling you to the brim, the warmth was unbearable and the feeling made your body spasm as your own orgasm washed over you again, making your muscles twitch and jerk- clinging to his meat like a vice.

The way he was spilling his seed inside your quivering, aching cunt… The pressure was overwhelming and the heat, the heat was enough to burn you alive it felt…

Both of you were panting heavily, trying to catch your breaths. You were too tired, your body limp and too weak to move... Rolan had fucked you senseless and had taken every ounce of energy you had.

He could feel himself softening inside you, but he did not pull out, not just yet. He wanted to be close to you, to enjoy this moment before he had to get back to his duties in the tower…

So instead he laid himself over your small form and buried his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and licking the skin there, savoring the taste of your sweat and the scent of your body. Your hands came up to tangle in his loose hair, “Rolan…?”

He grunted softly, his mouth too busy suckling and nipping at your neck to answer you.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his teeth sank into the meat of your shoulder, the pain was sharp, and the bite was deep, but the feeling was not unpleasant.

“Ah~ R-Rolan…~ I-I- Ah, we have to- we have to stop. I-if we don't get back- Lorroakan will f-find us- I- I don’t want him to hurt-“

Ever so grumpy, he groaned loudly, pulling his softening cock out of you, the feeling making your walls twitch as the warmth of his cum gushes out of your gaping cunt. He watched in satisfaction as his seed dripped out of your cunt, the white, creamy fluid staining that bastard’s flooring, making sure he would know exactly who had claimed his little toy.

Rolan had been thinking about doing this for a while, ever since the first time that fucker had made a move on you and grabbed your backside… And now… Now his seed was dripping from your used hole, proof that you were his.

“He wouldn’t dare touch you, not while I’m here.” His hand caressed your cheek, and you couldn’t help but frown, leaning into the touch… Your eyes wondered over Rolan’s abused face… the bruises were still there, they were darker now, more noticeable, and you could tell they were causing him a bit of discomfort, despite his claims to the contrary.

You reached up, your hand shaking, and you brushed your thumb across his swollen cheek, and the tiefling winced slightly.

Your lips pressed into a thin line, and your brow furrowed, “You’ve already endured enough punishment…”

Rolan frowned and took hold of your wrist, bringing your hand away from his face. Leaning down he pressed his forehead against yours, staring deeply into your eyes, “And I’d endure it all again, for you. You are worth every ounce of pain, and every moment spent in suffering.”

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pursuitseternal · 2 days

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“Lend You a Hand”

Ascended Astarion x f!Reader | E | 1.6K

🎨 by @kowashites (full nsfw in ao3 link)

Summary: His Consort has been away all day, and Lord Astarion has plans for some fun to be had in public… and in the privacy of your skirts. One Mage Hand, one Vampire mating bond, and it’s going to be a long walk back to the Palace.

CW: Inappropriate use of Mage Hand, dirty talking you through it, orgasm control and delay, vaginal fingering, aka the DnD Vampire equivalent of a remote vibrator and a phone.

Inspired by OGY’s amazing NSFW audio “In Public, Darling?”

Ao3 link | Astarion Masterlist

It had been a long day of meetings and social calls, of new important and powerful people to influence and bribe. Astarion didn’t expect you back at the palace quite so soon, so a few drinks with a couple of your old companions back at the Elfsong shouldn’t be a problem… should it?

After an hour of hearing how the Selûnite encampment was progressing, how the once Blade of Frontiers had settled into rubbing elbows politically, you felt a ringing in your ears, a tingle up your spine, and a voice in your head.

“Not so desperate to return to me?” Astarion, purrs down your bond. “Not upset at me, are you?”

His laughter is warm and taunting. He’s up to something, you can tell just by that tone. “I was just about to leave…” you think back at him. Only to receive a tickle of laughter in your ear.

“Step outside,” he commands, “I have a surprise for you…”

You obey, knowing his games are always… satisfying. Well, teasing and merciless until they are oh, so satisfying. As you exit, you look around for that head of tousled curls and those glinting red eyes. Nothing.

“Not here, darling, somewhere less public, but not by much…” his voice seems to creep from the alleyway, sounding in your ear as if he’s around the corner. You follow, a suspicion flickers in your head, one that’s confirmed when you see the glowing blue Mage Hand beckoning you closer. It presses a single, tingling digit to your lips before wandering that ice cold touch down the lines of your dress.

“You’re so good at hiding your thoughts, your desires… Why don’t we play a game? I’d hate to think you’d been out having all sorts of fun without me…”

“What sort of game?” You smirk as you reply.

“Hmmm, I’m going to make you come before you get into the door. Doesn’t that sound delicious, darling? Just to remind you how desperately you need me, how desperately you depend on me…”

That Mage Hand instantly flies under your skirts, sliding up your thigh until it sinks two magic digits knuckle deep between your thighs.

You squirm; a groan, a gasp, a noise of pure desperation slips from your mouth.

“Ahh, there it is, one of my favorite noises, that little bit of a gasp. Don’t fret, darling. Start walking… keep it together, and get home to our palace, dear Consort…”

“You can be such a controlling prick, you know that?” You taunt him back as you start to walk, your legs splayed a little to make room for those magical fingers digging in your cunt.

“Isn’t that part of the fun? Part of the game?” He purrs his taunt in retaliation. “Just think of all the fun things I can do to you in public… in the privacy of your skirts…”

“Fun for you, perhaps,” you grunt back as he digs those remote fingers to stroke you in just that right spot, the one that makes your knees go wobbly.

“Oh darling, I’m hurt. I thought we had something special going on here. After all, I’m doing all the hard work. All you have to do is keep that polite smile on your face and walk.”

Your breathing is rapid, and even your pale cheeks are beginning to flush with excitement. With every step, you feel the thrusting and prodding and burrowing inside you. A short walk, you console yourself. So close, it’s just… a bit more as you head down the bustling street, a hair closer with every step to the Central Wall and then to the tower entrance.

But that’s when his thumb joins the myriad of sensations between your thighs. “Fuck,” you curse aloud, your knees buckling until you have to catch yourself on the wall beside you.

And then that purring voice tickles inside your ear again. “Desperate, pet? I do so love to hear when you’re desperate.” His presence fills your mind, even as those fingers thrust and crook, thrust and crook in time with your air. Except now, you stand stock still, just trying to catch your breath and not fall. “That’s it, darling, steady yourself, I wouldn’t want you to trip.”

Your thighs shake as that hand catches you just right, your fangs biting through your lower lip as you quake and fight with all your strength not to puddle your mess on the stone streets.

“Mmm, delicious, I can hear your breathing, feel your heart racing. Hells, you’re desperately close, aren’t you? You’re just outside Sorcerers’ Sundries, aren’t you? Tell me, do all those innocent mages think something is wrong with you?” His voice grows more excited, frenzied, as if the idea of you getting caught with his literal hand up your skirts is getting him hard… which it undoubtedly is.

You can taste blood, a welcome distraction from the constant movement in and out… in and out… “Damn you to the hells!” You curse, your hips rolling on what looks like nothing. Your secret pleasure source, those deft, dexterous fingers show no mercy as you go careening towards your peak.

“My lady,” the kind vendor nearest you offers gently. But you just round on them, baring your own set of teeth in agitation to scare them off.

Your ferocity is rewarded with a warm laugh in your ear and a perfect circle of that magic thumb over your clit. “I’m sure you’re quite a sight by now. How sweet of them to come to your aid… my damsel in distress. A pity I’m the only one who can save you…”

He pulls those fingers out entirely, and you keen into your palm, crying tears at the absence and burning denial.

“Walk, pet. Get to the gate before I continue…”

It’s a promise and a threat, all in one velvet, sugar-sweet phrase.

You focus, feeling that cool shimmer of magic hovering over your skin, just brushing your thighs as you force yourself, will yourself, to take one step… then another. You have to tell your brain, as lust-hazy as it is, to breathe, to move, to smile and look demure. Even if on the inside you’re raging, blistering hot with need. You can’t even weave two words to curse your love, to snap at him for how much you’re suffering at his hands with this little game.

Suffering… and loving it.

A few more steps, and you managed to climb your sorry ass and slick thighs up to the walls of your home…

“Good darling… good Consort,” his praises pour over you, soothing and stoking your desire afresh somehow all at once. You almost tumble up the stairs in your delirium, the rush of pleasure as those fingers sink their cool touch inside you makes you moan, caught off guard, loud enough to bounce off the stone walls of the tower.

A few quick, shallow movements and you’re near the brink again, so quickly.

“Sweetling, tears already?” His satin syllables caress your ear, only adding to the rush of heat and wet between your thighs. “You sound… frantic, desperate. Desperate enough to beg.” That wicked, rumbling chuckle races down your spine and tickles your brain. “Beg for it, my love, what do you want from me?” The Mage Hand slips out mid stride.

“Come! I want to come!” You scream aloud as you make it to the parapet, one hand on the door to the palace as that Mage Hand sweeps its thumb perfectly over your clit and those cool smooth fingers crook just right.

You can hear his laughter from the other side of the door, the wooden panes barely muffling that annoying, perverted, deep-chested giggle. You grit your teeth, pushing on your bond as you come undone, as your slick soaks those magic fingers and your belly clenches and spasms until you lose your breath.

It’s all you can do, to dig deep and force your feelings back at your love, the bastard that he is. A smile turns your panting, slack-jawed lips as you hear his own groan. That’s all the encouragement you need. You throw your debilitating lust and mind-numbing pleasure through your linked minds… and the gut rending thud of a fist against the door, the way the Mage Hand disappears as he loses concentration… the way you hear his breath ragged and voice rough as he comes too….

You grin, feeling your mutual pleasure and delight shimmering between you, it makes your walls throb and your mouth smile.

Just a twist of your wrist, and you open the door to see him, the great Lord… the Vampire Ascendant… with sweat on his face and a cheeky, annoyed grin as he hunches forward to catch his breath. One hand grips his own cock at the head, cum leaking between his fingers… The other rakes his silver curls back, a meager attempt to regain some semblance of control. “Well, here’s my little treat with her cheeks all flushed and her thighs just soaked for me,” he croons, content even as he smirks at you, breathless. “To bed, I think…”

You give a brazen smirk. “This time, I want your real fingers without the distractions of your little game in public…”

He laughs, his true lips whispering in your ear. “Oh well, I suppose, there’s fun to be had in private, darling.”

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