#transfem!genderbent sal

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What are the trans ladies thoughts on getting a titjob, especially lady dimitrescu cuzzz y know

I mean.. do you mean like getting their boobs done, or Reader letting the ladies titty fuck them? 👀👀👀 If it's the latter, I honestly have no idea who'd be able to handle Alcina's, tbh 👀🤣 Like, ma'am 😳 Tho, now I am having some ✨thoughts ✨ ahem 👀 I feel like all in all most of them would enjoy that, tho. I mean.. how could you not? 👀 Bela might be too on the reserved side, actually, and Donna a bit too shy, but I feel the rest would be like:

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if you're accepting prompts... i havent been able to get the thought out of my head of giving sal a bj and her getting lost in the moment and fucking the readers face a little. btw the way you write her is top tier, just immaculate.

Oooh yes, I am always according prompts, dear. Especially for Sal 👀 And aaaaa thank you so much! I do try 😊♥️

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The way she moaned as you took the length of her into your mouth - head fallen back and a slight bite to her bottom lip. A curtain of inky grey cascading down her shoulders as she spread her legs for you a little more.

"Aye.. jus' like tha', luv."

You smirked from your place on your knees, looking up at her as you swirled your tongue around the base of her shaft once before sucking on it deeply. Her whole body immediately tensing at the movement.

"Always so good for me, hm?" You chuckled before licking the tip.

"Hush, luv." She growled, sending an ungodly heat across your body.

"Mh.. make me-"

Within seconds her hands were in your hair, fingers tangled around softened locks as she pulled you further down, forcing her womanhood to the back of your throat. But you knew two could play at that game - having little to no gag reflex you willed a swallow around the tip of her, pulling a deep moan from her body.

"F-fuck, luv."

You wondered if she could feel the smirk that curled around both your lips and the width of her. Your hand coming to the base of her shaft to mimick the eager motions of your mouth. Up and down, quicker then slower. Her cock hard against your tongue and already starting to twitch with each suck.

And oh, how badly you wanted to praise her. To tell her how beautiful she was and bring that dusting of pink across her cheeks. But your lover had made sure that you couldn't. With her fingers firm within your hair and her hips thrusting into you, matching your movements oh so perfectly.

Each thrust bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Droplets of her desire seeping out and coating your tongue with her taste. You couldn't help but moan into her - to whimper at just her taste - the vibration of it trickling down the length of her shaft and forcing an almost violent twitch against the roof of your mouth.

"Don't stop, luv. I-"

Like you could ever, or even want to. With her sweet sounds and intoxication taste that threatened to take over you. Your hand firm around her cock, pumping it hard with each intulgent suck that you gifted her. With each swirl of your tongue and every lick that only seemed to pulled more and more breathless cries from her lips.

And when she finally came, with her hips bucking into you and her hot desire spilling down your throat, you still didn't stop. Remaining on your knees until every last drop trickled out from her. Until she was too breathless to speak and her womanhood finally fell limp in you mouth.

A single wipe to your chin and smirk across your lips as you stood to look at her.

"Mh.. good girl."

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Well.. ahem.. I hope you enjoyed that 👀 kdjddk

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Hello, lovelies! This fic has no ask as it was written as a Birthday gift for my sweet love 🥰💕 It's just under 4,000 words, so most of it will be under a cut! And I do hope some of you will like it! 👀 (Also, this makes chapter 29 for my A03 series, and I can't believe we're almost at the 30 chapter mark 😳) So, without further ado! My Merwitch Genderbent Sal AU with a pirate enby Reader 😏😁

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A strike of lightning so strong the electricity rattled across your bones. The sky darkening quicker than you had ever seen in all your years as a pirate, pulling a prompt curse from under your breath as soon as the winds began to pick up speed.

Granted in pirate years, you were still considered a ‘fresh fish’. With only five years spent on the sea under your belt - or in your case, sash - the last two aboard the famed Bloody Maiden under the command of the illustrious Captain Alcina Dimitrescu. The same woman who had warned you not to stand too close to the edge of ship, especially when a storm was due.

… And had you listened? No.. because you never listened.

But, fuck, did you promise whatever Gods you had angered that you'd start doing so immediately if you somehow survived after you lost your footing, your body plunging into the cold waters of the Vatore Sea. Pure black completely engulfing you as the tide mercilessly pulled you under.

Now, most people would say that before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes. That all of your greatest life moments are laid out in perfect order. And maybe for them, this was a comforting thing to know.. but as for you - your life was the last thing you wanted to see before you died.

Not to say that all of it was bad, but you had spent a large chunk of it being known as an outsider - as the ‘weird’ kid or just.. not normal. I mean, you had always known you weren’t like everyone else, that when you looked into the mirror you saw neither a woman or a man. But you never even thought of it as anything out of the ordinary until the people in your village started to whisper about it.

It was the reason you inevitably left home, honestly. To save your family the trouble and heartache more than anything else. At least they had always accepted you.

You could still remember how hard your Mother had cried when you told her you were leaving to pursue your dream of a life on the sea. And that you’d spend no less than ten years exploring before you returned for a visit.

And now here it was only five and you’d never be able to tell her about a single thing. To sit across from her at your worn kitchen table and tell her about all the adventures you had. Like how you’d battled sea monsters bigger than your childhood home, and finally found your peers among a ship of disbanded misfits.

Maybe she wouldn’t cry so much this time. When word of your washed up body eventually made it back to her… though, you knew she would.

Those were the thoughts that swam hazily through your mind when everything started to slip away. When the world around you turned black and your body cold. Not the sunny days of a childhood long past, but the struggle in between.

Sorry, Ma.

Though you swore for just a moment that you could feel her arms wrapping around you… or.. someone's arms, for that matter. Arms a little stronger than your Mother's, and a firm body pressed close to your own as you sunk even lower into the water. After that, your mind went completely blank.. drifting further and further away from the reality you knew and closer to the infinite darkness that waited for you.

Only the darkness never came.

The next thing you knew, air was being rushed into your lungs, forcing you to expel about a liter's worth of sea water from your body.

“What the fu-”

More gargled noises than actual words, you spent the next minute or so coughing up the last remnants of sea water before your surroundings finally started to become clearer - an inky black slowly faded from your vision.

Expecting to see the inside of the Bloody Maiden’s infirmary, you were rather surprised when several levels of shimmering limestone slowly came into focus instead.

Of course the majority of pirates had heard rumors about underwater caves - ones filled with mythical creatures and treasures of vast fortune - but most everyone assumed them to be a myth. Though, much like the legend's described, you found yourself surrounded by some of the most magnificent stalactites to ever exist.. so much so that the whole place almost seemed otherworldly.

“Okay... maybe I am dead.”

“Nah.. saved yer jus’ in time.”

You jumped at the unexpected voice, promptly pushing your body up from where you had been resting - a soft bed made of what seemed to be some sort of species of seaweed. For a minute, you couldn't see anything but the dark waters that surrounding the first level of rock where you resided.

That was until ripples moved eerily across the murky black below you.

You swallowed hard, trying your best to make out the figure you could vaguely see staring back at you - golden eyes glowing with curiosity.

"I.. uh.. thank you?"

"Heh.. yer welcome."

Extremely sharp teeth making themself known in a rouge ray of light, sending a prompt panic through your body. Your heart beating so loud in your chest you were certain the creature in front of you could hear it. A tall, muscular frame moving slowly through the water until it reached the edge of the rock. A very stunning woman looking up at you with a smirk.

"Name's Sal."

She chuckled when your mouth fell agape, a beautifully shaped fluke splashing behind her in the water.

... a fucking mermaid??

You nervously gave her your name, voice squeaking slightly as you did. Which, of course, only made her chuckle louder. Though you were sure your eyes had deceived you when she began to ascend from the waters edge. The tail you were so sure you just saw magically replaced by a pair of muscular legs as an impeccably gorgeous - and very nude - human-like body began to rise from the water.

"I.. ahem.. I must be hallucinating.. you.. I-"

The woman named Sal gave you a smirk, her extremely strong arms lifting her onto the limestone platform. The length of her exposed to you - her ample womanhood hanging low between her legs.

Oh.. oh, fuck.

"Heh.. appreciate the compliment, luv, but nah.. yer not."

You swallowed back the arousal already building in your throat, almost pouting when she covered herself with a pair of pants that looked like they had been scrounged from the bottom of a sunken ship.. which let's be honest, they probably had.

She was utterly gorgeous - there was no denying that. Her beautifully ashen skin shimmering in wetness and long dark hair that almost rivaled the inky waters which she called home.

"But.. you were just.. how-?"

Sal chuckled again. "Aye? Ne'er seen a merwitch before?"

You only shook your head in response, shivering slightly as it became more and more noticeable that you were still very much soaked - the temperature of the cave not helping very much.

"'Ere, drink this."

Sal handed you a small vial from a makeshift apothecary - a glistening gold liquid inside that almost seemed to swirl on it's own. You probably should have asked her what was in it before drinking it - but for some reason, you trusted her without question. A semi sweet flavor reminiscent of warmed vanilla immediately coating your tongue and instantly warming you.

"Yer welcome ter undress while yer clothes dry if yeh like. Got a big shirt yer cud wear… if yer don' mind me stayin' topless, tha' is."

You couldn't have stopped your eyes from raking over her exquisite body when she said that if you tried, cheeks immediately filling with heat.

"Fuck, no I-!" You paused, slightly embarrassed as you took a steadying breath before clearing your throat. "Ah, sorry.. I mean... no, of course not. Thanks."

Sal chuckled, waving her hand dismissively before tossing a large white shirt in your direction - muscles flexing deliciously as she did.

"And… thanks for saving me, seriously." You added as you started to pull the wet clothes from your body.

"Heh, think nothin' of it, luv." She replied, her eyes unashamedly watching you as you stripped. "Not of'en I get company as good lookin' as yerself down 'ere."

You felt yourself blush entirely too quickly at her compliment, forcing a bite to your bottom lip.

"I- .. thank you. You ain't so bad yourself, though."

You couldn't help but smirk when Sal blushed in turn.

"Heh.. thanks, sweetheart."

You nodded in response. Though, to be honest, it was a vast understatement. You couldn't remember coming across anyone in your travels as gorgeous as she was. Sure, you'd had your fair share of flings among your adventures on the sea. One time even with a beautiful woman who was almost as well endowed as Sal was - but needless to say, people who were similar to the two of you were far and few between. Even aboard an almost entirely queer ship like Captain Dimitrescu's.

"Ah, I should probably mention that.. well, I'm not.. a woman, you see. I don't really identify with either gender. Hope that's not an uncomfortable thing for you."

You honestly weren't even sure why you were telling her, maybe you were getting ahead of yourself. But seeing how she'd been kind enough to rescue you - and considering all the lingering glances you'd caught from her so far - you felt she had the right to know.

Sal gave you a reassuring smile as she walked a little closer to the where you stood.

"Appreciate yer tellin' me, but I don' care nothin' about tha', luv." Her eyes tracing over the large shirt that hung teasingly from your otherwise bare body, giving her a perfect view of your neck and collar bone. "Shirt looks good on yeh, by the way."

"I… thanks."

You took a moment to straighten out the slightly worn fabric before laying down on your side - eternally grateful for the mostly flat chest you were graced with.

"So.. ah.. have you lived down here all your life?"

Sal nodded, taking your queue and bringing her eyes back up to your increasingly flushed face.

"Aye.. most. Always been a bit o’ an outcast among my kind. Was taken in by the sea witch tha' built it. Taught me everythin' I know."

“And she’s the one who taught you how to…”

Your eyes fell to the parts of her you had just previously seen, gaze lingering there only a little longer than you had intended - heat immediately rushing to your cheeks.

Sal smirked as she followed your line of sight. “Aye.. ‘mong other things.”

You couldn’t deny the fact that your mouth went a little dry at the prospects of what those ‘other things’ might be - curiosity getting the better of you.

“Ahem.. ah.. what kinds of.. things?”

The smirk that curled all too dangerously across Sal’s lips reminiscent of a shark that had just noticed it’s prey. Spheres of ember slowly tracing over you as she calculated her next move.

“Heh.. tha’s usually sumthin’ I let people figure out on their own, luv.”

A wave of heat rolling over you like a late summer storm when she winked at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Was she.. was this gorgeous creature of a woman actually hitting on you?

Not that you weren’t attractive in your own right.. you just weren’t used to being many people’s type. Especially people who were making it known. Especially insanely hot people who were making it known after just meeting you.

… or rescuing you, for that matter.

You swallowed hard - deciding to say ‘fuck it’, throw caution to the wind, and shoot your shot.

“Is that to say you’re… offering a one on one demonstration?”

“... Aye. If yer into tha’. Don’ get much company down ‘ere.”

“No? Don’t come across too many non-binary pirates to save?” You asked with a smirk.

The next sound that came from Sal was one of the most incredible sounds you had ever heard - husky and warm - the type of laughter that could immediately make a room feel warmer.

“Aye.. none as cute as you, tha’ is.”

Gods, you had just met this woman and she was already able to fluster you entirely too easily. But then again, who could blame you? The clearer and more focused your eyesight became, the more facets of her beauty you were subjected to. Finely toned muscles from her calves all the way up to her broad shoulders. Arms that could lift you up over her head with ease.. or hold you down, either would be welcomed. And perfectly sculpted breasts that sat upon the firmest abs you had ever laid eyes upon.

She was arousing in every way possible. Not only just physically, but the comfortable energy that rolled off her like the waves that had pulled you under… the small creases in the corners of her eyes, and the way her smile lit up even the darkest parts of the cavern.

It was… you wanted her. Completely - there was no other way to put it.

“Trying to make me blush, are we?”

You knew the slight shake to your voice did nothing to hide the heat that was already pooling throughout your body.

“Pretty sure I a’ready did tha’, sweetheart.”

“Ah.. you got me there, Sal.”

“Heh.. plan ter have a lot more of yeh, too.”

The way her tongue skated over her lips, the smolder to her eyes and the utter want in her voice. Fuck, you were so wet already and she hadn’t even touched you yet.

“W-well, what are you waiting for?”

“Heh... yer consent, luv.”

Right, of course. I mean.. it wasn’t all that long ago that you were about to die, after all. And normally you wouldn't jump into bed with someone you had just met. But there was just something about her... something that made every cell in your body scream out for her touch.

“Have it, then.”

Sal’s only response were her fingers coming to the drawstring of her pants - simple cloth falling promptly against limestone with a single motion. This time the length of her coming to face you straight on, showing you the full size of her endowments and making your mouth go dry.

“Aye.”

Every muscle in her body accentuated by the make-shift candles that filled the large cave, each one flexing exquisitely as she walked closer and closer to you. Wisps of what looked like smoke slowly beginning to swirl out around her, closely resembling tentacles. Though you could tell they were fueled solely by her magic, they grew more solid the closer she got - a dangerous smirk upon her lips.

“Heh.. one o’ those ‘other things’ I was talkin’ ‘bout.. if yer into it.”

You gave her an eager nod, quickly discarding Sal’s shirt from your body and resting upon your knees - her eyes hungrily raking over you.

"Heh.. needy, are yeh?”

You smirked, spreading your legs a little further - your arousal glistening in your folds and on the insides of your thighs.

“Perhaps.”

The tendrils that encased her body moving quicker than you ever anticipated. Hands and ankles bound before you even had a moment to gasp. Torso forced downward and ass in the air, the chilled cavern making your desire even more noticeable against your heated core.

“Look pretty needy ter me, luv.”

Sal chuckled as her tall frame circled you, the appendages that became increasingly more solid as her magic grew alongside her arousal forcing your legs apart and holding you in place. The heat of her making you shiver as she came up behind you - a single tentacle ghosting down the slit of you.

“You’re the one who couldn’t wait to get me all tied up and naked, and I’m needy?”

You were about to smirk, but the firm lash that came across your backside quickly replaced it with a moan.

“And yer the one gettin’ wetter by the second.”

Gods, how badly you wanted to brat back.. to see just how far you could push her and what she would do to you. But the moment the tip of her cock found you, with a tendril or two teasing the opening of your ass and flicking at your clit - you knew better of it. You wanted Sal more than you had ever wanted anyone... and that included the famed Captain Dimitrescu, which was saying something.

“Heh.. nothin’ ter say, sweetheart? Gonna behave?”

You cursed softly under your breath, making the merwitch chuckle even more. The tentacles around your ankles and wrists holding you firm as another came to wrap around your neck.

“Mmph- … f-fine, yes.” You answered softly, face already flush with need.

Though, you made a promise to your bratty self right then and there that if you made it to a round two, Sal was going to have to make you submit - to obey - the thought of it alone building the slick in your core to a dripping need. But, as for right now.. right now you only wanted her to wreck you.

You lengthened your tailbone back even more, forcing the tip of her womanhood to just barely enter you - a desperate whimper in your throat.

“Greedy.”

“Please?”

You could practically feel the satisfaction that single plea gave her, the air within the cave almost dripping with it. Sharp fingernails seeping into the sensitive flesh of your hips as she forced you back onto her - willing you to cry out, not only once but twice again when one of her tentacles slipped inside your ass, moving in perfect rhythm with her cock and stuffing you deliciously.

“Fu-!”

To say that every cell in your body was set ablaze.. like ley lines that burned their way across your skin and made it their home. Every inch of you alive - charged - brimming with nothing but absolute desire for her. For Sal. For this gorgeous creature that was fucking you harder than you’d ever been fucked before.

Another lash across your backside making you moan, the tendril around your throat squeezing a little harder as Sal picked up her pace. Thick juices already dripping down your inner thighs and stars swimming behind your eyes.

“Lil’ luv.”

Her words as warm as the breath against your skin when she leaned over you, savoring in your scent for just a moment before letting her teeth sink in. Her cock and tentacles working together - thrusting in and out and stretching you over and over again until your body was practically vibrating against your restraints. Against her.. against the magic that bound you and the length of her womanhood.

“S-so good, Sal.. you’re so good.”

The way she growled at your praise, how her body grew even hotter and her thrusts more relentless. Cock a pulsing heat in your core and your ass stuffed sufficiently as another tentacle slipped inside of it.

“Ah-!”

The amount of orgasms that she willed across you.. the amount of times her named was ripped desperately from your lips only to ricochet off the shimmering limestone that surrounded you. Each crash of pleasure soaking Sal and everything in it’s path. Thighs, knees, the seaweed that had been so cool against your overly flushed skin since the start of it all.

And even when you thought you were finished, with your body spent and your core and ass sufficiently drenched - the sound of Sal’s arousal finally taking over her quickly built you back up again. The width of her cock twitching inside you and her nails digging even deeper into your skin.

Each of the tendrils that restrained you only growing tighter as her whole body tensed - as a wholly sinful moan filled the open space with ease and the pleasure took over her - filling you with her heated desire and forcing more juices from your core.

“Fuck.. Sal.. “

As soon her pace began to lessen, her tendrils started to fall from your body - first from your throat, and then from your wrists and ankles - forcing you to slump breathlessly to the soft seaweed below you. Her own shuddering as she rode out her high - cock still throbbing inside you.

“Heh.. Aye.”

You whimpered softly when she slipped the last two tentacles from your ass, and even more at empty feeling her cock left in it's wake, almost immediately wanting her to fill you all over again.

The cool air of the cavern becoming more and more noticeable as your senses finally started to return. Your body languid - warm - satisfied in a way that you had never known possible.

“That was.. mh.. very nice.”

“Indeed.”

The flush of her skin hot against your own as she laid at your side - both of you enjoying the sound of nothing but your breaths steadying.

“Need anythin’, luv? Yeh thirsty?”

“Mh.. water, maybe?”

You hadn’t even felt her move from her spot - and maybe she hadn’t - but within seconds another vial was in your hands, this time filled with a clear blue liquid. The contents of it cool and refreshing against your tongue and throat.

“Thanks, Sal.”

“‘Course.” She replied, turning to lay on her back, cheeks still flushed with desire. “Eh.. tomorrow I can help yeh look for yer ship if yer like. Sure yer wantin’ ter get back.”

Maybe Sal had thought she’d done a better job at hiding the slightly somber tone to her voice - or maybe she just assumed you wouldn’t notice. But you couldn’t help the instant twinge in your heart when you turned to face her.

“Um.. sure. We can do that… or… ” You moved a little closer, placing a soft kiss to her collar bone before resting your head on her chest.

“.. Aye?”

“Well.. I mean.. we don’t have to rush.”

You could already feel the blush moving back across your cheeks - but you couldn’t help it. You wanted more. More of Sal. More of her kisses... of her touch. You wanted to hear more about her life and what she wanted for her future.

“Yer sure??”

The way she looked at you in almost utter disbelief - you had to wonder how many times Sal had been left behind. At just how many nights she’d spent alone with nothing more than her potions to keep her company.

“Positive.”

She pulled you a little closer at your response, wrapping an arm around you.

“A’right.. after I go fer a swim we can move this ter the bedroom, then.”

Your ears immediately perking at the prospect of more.

“... The bedroom??”

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Reactions of all the Ladies to Reader saying they don't have much of a gag reflex in casual conversation with someone else. (Optional: Deepthroating a banana to prove it.)

Alcina:

Bela:

Cass:

Dani:

Donna:

Sal:

Miranda:

I hope you enjoyed this, dear 🤣🤣🤣

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.... threesome with a bratty enby, Alcina and Sal? 👀👀

Let me just say.. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this one, and I do hope you enjoy reading it, love 😏💕

Also, sorry for the lack of snippets and imagines lately, everyone! I've been working on this chapter and another piece of writing I did for a friend.. but now that I've finished, I'll answer some ask for you all soon! 😊 Until then, I hope some of you will enjoy this! (Includes some punishment, rough handling and degradation for anyone who isn't into that ♥️ (at over 3,300 words this goes under a cut!))

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It wasn’t always easy being both an absolute brat and the sole companion of the illustrious, yet ultimately terrifying, Alcina Dimitrescu - the famed Countess of Blood herself. And while most days you did your best to tow the line - to behave - others… well… the urge to brat out was just entirely too strong to ever deny yourself.

I mean... a brat’s gotta brat, after all.

For the most part, though, your Lady generally found your quips to be charming. Actively engaging in the banter of it as a keen smirk curled across her lips. Of course, that’s not to say that on more than a few occasions your insolence hadn’t found you on the less than favorable side of her moods. With your ass in the air and her large hands striking across the flesh of it. But, all in all, Alcina took your brattiness with stride - and you had yet to overstep.. to push her too far.

That was… until tonight.

The Countess had given you very explicit instructions to be on your best behavior. To know your place and be a good little pet. And maybe it was the excitement of the evening - with not only the other three Lords, but the Immortal Mother seated at your table.. the utterly distracting knowledge that, when all was said and done, you were to meet both Sal and your Lady in her quarters hanging in the air - all seeming to work together to compel your brattiness to a whole new level. To spark something wholly disobedient within you.

So there you sat - with the cool satin sheets of your Lady’s bed against your skin and a pulsing anticipation between your legs. The lingering touch of Alcina’s hand around your neck from when she threw you down onto the bed, a snake-like tone coating her words and a snarl across her teeth.

“Did you find that entertaining, pet?” She had practically spat, her fingers holding strong around your throat as she leaned over you.

In retrospect, maybe you had gone too far that night. With your placement at the table the perfect position for you to tease both Alcina and Sal without Miranda being none the wiser. Dressed specifically for the occasion - you wore nothing but your Lady’s favorite corset and a very tight pair of black pants. How your fingers traced teasingly over your shoulders and the fine lines of collarbone - dragging them up the length of your neck and over the shaved part of your head as you watched the Countess’s eyes follow your every move. And while the Lady had ultimately kept her composure throughout the meal - Sal had been a different story. The fierce blush across her cheeks and stammer to High Priestess’ questions prevalent as the hungry glow in her eyes drank you in. Flustering her to a point that even Heisenberg was forced to make a comment. “Pft, what’s got you all flushed, Sharky?” And it’s entirely possible that if you had you been in a far less… difficult mood, the stern gazes from your Mistress might have been enough alone to make you stop.. to compel you to behave..

But alas, you were in the mood to tease - and so tease, you did.

Though, the utter dominance to your Lady’s voice before she left the room had changed your tone quite a bit. The sharp look that painted over her normally soft features as she told you not to move - almost growling the words into the heated space between you before abruptly releasing her hold and exiting the room to fetch Sal. Your nude body shivering slightly in the chilled castle air - with only the heat radiating from your eager core to keep you warm. And all you could do was to wait patiently for their return.

“Chilly, are we?” Alcina chuckled as your gaze moved to the door, a fresh layer of goosebumps across your body. “Mh.. don’t worry, pet, you’ll be feeling nothing but heat here soon enough.”

At this you only shivered harder, certain the desire between your legs was already dripping onto the crimson bed sheets below you.

“Aye.. yer got tha’ right.”

Sal’s eyes held your own as she made her way into the room, the firm outline of her womanhood already noticeable against the thin fabric of her pants. The sight of it alone pulling a prompt whine from your throat.

“Is my pet feeling rather needy this evening? Hm?”

The warmth of her breath on your skin, the control just a single finger had as she tilted your chin - forcing you to look at her..

“O-one can only be needy when looking at the two of you, Mistress.”

“Heh.. smooth lil luv, eh?”

“Oh, indeed, they are, Sal. Quite the clever tongue on this one.”

“Erm..” You murmured at their praise. A sharp inhale across your lips as your Lady traced her fingers along the scars of your chest before kissing you deeply - heatedly. A promise of everything that was about to be done to you dancing across your tongue… forcing your core to clench around nothing.

‘Mh.. well, don’t you taste exquisite this evening, pet.”

“You always taste exquisite, my lady.”

She gave you a quick arch of an eyebrow.

“Ah.. Mistress.”

“Good pet.”

“Heh.. how obedient.”

You gave Sal a prompt pout and she chuckled, coming closer to the bed as she began to drop the clothes from her muscular body. Every inch of her chiseled - hard - right down to the ample cock that hung between her legs.

“Probably for the best considering how bratty they’ve been. Wouldn’t you agree, Sal?”

“Aye.”

You swallowed the thick arousal in the back of your throat, watching as your Lady moved from off of the bed, giving Sal the room she needed to move in. Seeing the predator of the shark in her for the first time since you’d met her. An all too wide smile full of sharp teeth, her tentacles slowly slithering out and framing her body.

“On the bed, Sal.”

She only nodded in Alcina’s direction, every muscle in her body flexing deliciously as she crawled up onto the bed - situating herself up right. Your Lady humming in approval, coming up behind you with a crisp white rope in her hand - compelling your eyes to widen.

“Did you actually think you’d get away with no punishments tonight, pet?” She clicked her tongue in disappointment, watching you closely. “You should really know better by now.”

“Of.. of course, Mistress.”

“Hands behind your back.”

You gave her a little smirk, purposely moving your hands as slow as possible. A sharp yelp from your lips as she grabbed them both roughly - tugging them into position before she swiftly looped the rope around your wrists and arms, tying it off,

“Seems our obedient little pet still has some brat left in them after all.” She growled, her fingers firm in your hair as she pulled it back.

“Lookin’ forward ter fuckin’ it righ’ outtah ‘em.” Sal chuckled.

“Mh.. indeed.” Alcina replied, releasing your hair with such force that your head fell forward with a whimper. “I take it this means you’re ready for them, Sal?”

‘Aye.”

You watched your Lady nod once before she grabbed your hips - lifting you off the bed with the utmost of ease and she hovering you over Sal’s lap with your back to her. Her cock hard beneath you, twitching slightly in anticipation while her tentacles wrapped themselves firmly around your thighs and spread them open. The smirk that curled itself across the Countess’ lips was enough to send a surge of heat directly through your body. Lowering your body to straddle Sal’s hip as she released you. The tip of Sal’s cock against the slick of your entrance.

“Ready to behave, my pet?”

You whimpered, wanting so badly to brat out and buck your hips down, ultimately thinking better of it.

“Mmph- …perhaps, Mistress.”

“Mh… always the brat. There’s no need to deny it, pet. I can smell that arousal between your legs from here.”

You whimpered again at the Countess’ purring tone, her intoxicating scent that rolled off of her in waves as she began to strip.

“Nice and slow now, Sal. Let’s say a little cock warming to start off with, hm?”

You cursed under your breath, earning a prompt chuckle from Sal.

“Heh, sounds good ter me.”

You felt your whole body tense as Sal began to lower your hips down onto her - teasingly as she very slowly filled your core. A deep flush creeping across the tops of your cheeks and splattering over the bridge of your nose as you finally met the base of her - her firm cock stationary inside you, immediately making you ache with need. The last bit of fabric falling from Alcina’s body - every sinful inch of her exposed as she settled herself on the bed in front of you. Her heady musk enveloping your senses, fueling your need to an even higher level..

“You’re absolutely stunning like this, pet. All filled and desperate for us. I can only imagine just how badly you’d like to roll those hips of yours.”

You could feel Sal’s grip on your hips and thighs tighten at the Countess’ words, forcing you to whine.

“Yes, v-very badly, Mistress. Please.” Your voice barely above a whisper.

“Mh… there’s my needy little slut.. begging already.”

Alcina hummed in satisfaction, giving Sal a small nod as her own fingers fell to her core. The curse under your breath swiftly turning to a moan as Sal bucked her hips up into you, holding you flush against the base of her as she forced you down onto it - stilling it once again. The fingers of your Lady’s other hand tangling themselves into your hair as she leaned in closer, licking her lips as if she were about to devour you whole - sending a shiver across your flushed body.

“Come now, draga mea.. beg for it properly, like a good pet.”

“Fuck” You whimpered, knowing there was no point in continuing any further - the ache in your core already building to a blazing inferno as Sal remained motionless inside you. The only sensations to be felt being the incessant throbbing of her cock against your walls and the trickle of your own desire. “Please, Mistress? Please.. let Sal fuck me?”

“Mh.. utter perfection.” The Countess smirked. “Make sure to be thorough with them, Sal. They have been rather.. difficult all day.”

“Aye.”

Even without seeing it, you could sense the toothy grin of Sal behind your back. Her hips adjusting slightly as she pulled your body back by the rope binding your arms - giving your Lady a most generous view of your eager core and the arousal that dripped from it. The first thrust of Sal’s cock sending fireworks behind your eyes, forcing you to close them with an utterly needy moan.

“Eyes on me, pet.”

‘F-fuck. Yes, Mistress.”

The Countess leaned back on one elbow with her legs spread widely. Large fingers moving slowly through wet folds as Sal’s hips picked up the pace, moving her hands to your waist as she ground you down onto her. Making you take all of her. And oh, the sweet moans that were buried in Sal’s throat.. the deep breaths hitched in your Lady’s. A chorus of sounds that did nothing to help the profound heat - the aching need - that was surging through your core. Your Lady’s gaze never dropping from yours, even as she slid her fingers inside herself with a breathy moan - making you whimper.

“Not enough, pet? Are we so needy today?”

You only nodded, moaning even louder as one of Sal’s tentacles came around and ghosted over your clit. The length of her womanhood deep inside you - throbbing with each pump.

“Use your words, pet.”

“Yes.. I’m very needy, Mistress.”

At this the Countess only drove her fingers deeper into herself - eyes half lidded and brimming with desire. You cursed again, body completely flushed with arousal as you were forced only to watch, wanting so badly to touch her..

“Please, Mistress. I need to feel you.”

“Mh.. well now, how can I deny mommy’s perfect little slut such a greedy request, hm?”

“.... if you’re mommy.. then what does that make Sal?”

You weren’t even sure what made the quip fall from your lips, but the deep growl from Sal’s throat and the dangerous look in your Lady’s eyes made you immediately regret it.

“Lift them up, Sal.”

“Aye.”

You whined immediately at the empty feeling within your core as Sal slipped out of you. Alcina’s smirk growing more devious as she moved in closer - leaning you both back against the bed.

“Now, take their backside. Let me worry about their front.”

“Heh.. gladly.”

You only had a moment to ready yourself before you felt the tip of Sal’s cock saturating your ass with your own juices before she lowered you back down and slowly slid it in. Your body tense - filled with an all too familiar heat as your Lady wrapped her hand around your throat.

“I want to hear you say it, pet.��� She snarled, two fingers pressed side by side along your entrance.

“Ah-.. Fuck… say what, Mistress?”

She pressed her fingers in a little further, forcing a tiny stretch around the tips of them.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“Fuck.. You, Mistress. You.”

A deep whine as her fingers began to breach your walls ever so slightly.

“And who is your Mistress, pet?”

“My Lady… Dimitrescu.. You.. You are-”

“Mh, that’s right. “ She replied, a devilish grin across her face - her warm breath against your neck as she leaned in to whisper. “And it would do you well to never forget it.”

You nodded fiercely, biting your bottom lip - body almost completely overcome with heat.

“Mhm! Yes, Mistress... I won’t.”

The Countess planted a bruising kiss to your lips before sliding her fingers inside you - filling you completely and forcing you to squirm. A wholly new sensation with every part of you restrained in some way. The rope around your arms and wrists, Sal’s strong hands on your hips, their tentacles on your thighs.. all topped off with your Lady’s hand around your throat like the cherry on top of a brat sundae. Why, the very thought that you were entirely at their mercy only fueled the throb in your core to a pulsating heat. The delicious way Alcina’s fingers filled you so perfectly - stretching you to the brink yet making you want more. The length of Sal’s womanhood buried deep within your ass as your Lady started a teasingly slow pace

“Let’s try this again.. shall we, pet? Are you ready to behave?”

She punctuated her question with a firm thrust, smirking when you whimpered.

“Yes.. yes, Mistress.”

“Mh.. that’s my good slut.”

“Yes.. all yours, Mistress.”

“Well, I do believe Sal has your ass at the moment, my pet.”

She chuckled softly, thrusting her fingers a little harder and pulling a sharp cry from your lips.

“Heh.. aye. An’ for tha’ matter, Countess.. why don’tcha let take care of yeh?”

You watched as two of Sal’s tentacles came from around your backside and slithered out towards the Countess. A contemplative look in her eye and the slight flush of arousal upon her cheeks.

“Very well, then.” She replied with a nod, adjusting her knees on the bed as she spread them widely to give Sal better access.. You could feel her hand tense against your throat as the appendages smoothly slid inside of her - the breathiest of moans falling from her crimson lips.

The deep thrusts that came next were indulgent at first, slowly enkindling the already burning desire within you to an almost paralyzing ache. Not that you could have moved either way, given the circumstances. Your lovers had made quite sure of that. Every inch of your body taut - rigid - bound by the restraints of both the physical and the carnal.

“Such a greedy little slut, hm? Taking both of us like this. And so eagerly, at that.”

She answered her own question by driving her fingers even harder in - your now sopping wet core clenching around her - ripping an utterly desperate cry from your lips. Your juices saturating the sheets below you and dripping down her wrist. A chuckle from Sal quickly turning into a moan as the length of her pumped relentlessly in and out of you. Your ass stretching exquisitely around her with each meticulous thrust of it. The Countess’ breath growing ever so erratic, rocking her hips as Sal’s tentacles buried themselves deep inside of her - moaning in earnest when another one slid in.

“Please, Mistress.”

You barely got the words out against the large fingers that were still wrapped firmly around your neck - nails digging in just hard enough. Her eyes burrowing into you, half lidded and filled with nothing but the pleasure of the moment.

“Please what, pet?”

You weren’t sure just how much longer you would last. Your hips forced down onto Sal’s cock.. onto your Lady's fingers… time and time again. The sweet, indulgent moans that hung thick in the air as each of your pleasures built. The feeling of Sal twitching inside you as she grew closer and closer to the edge. Alcina’s reserve falling as waves of bliss began to crash over her.

“Mistress.. please.. I.. please, I’m so close.”

You tried to remember if you had ever been desperate enough to beg in such a way before, but the blissful haze within your mind made it difficult to focus on anything but the myriad of sensations that were threatening to take over you. And you knew that the utter desperation that coated your plea had effected both of your lovers quite the same, feeling their paces grow more unstable at just the sound of it.

“Mh.. Yes, my pet. Come for your Mistress.”

“Th-thank you, Mistress.”

She tightened her grasp on your throat a little more as your hips began to jerk, feeling the first orgasm immediately wash over you with a violent shudder.

“Mph. fuck... again.. please.”

“Aye.. needy, are yeh?”

You whimpered, nodding your head and moaning even louder as Sal lifted you by your hips from her lip, stopping just short of completely falling out of you before forcing you back down again.

“Fuck”

“Heh.. yer asked fer it.”

You could sense your Lady’s was growing closer for she hadn’t even punished you for your lack of her title, her magnificent body writhing against the cool night air - stealing all of the breath from your lungs as she pressed a heated kiss to your lips.

“Mh.. my.. perfect pet.”

“.. sweet lil’ luv.”

You moaned out loudly at their praise, an almost screamless cry ripping from your throat as an intense, pricking heat swiftly crashed over your body like a tidal wave - burning everything in its path in an unyielding peak of pleasure. Sal’s thick desire seeping from your already dripping hole and trickling down the slit of you as her climax wholly filled you. The length of her twitching with every pump as she sank her teeth into the soft flesh of your shoulder.

Your Lady was the next to let go as she released her hand from your throat and eagerly brought it to her clit. forcing a violent orgasm to swiftly rip through her as she continued to ride out her peak.

The next few moments were a bit of a blur.. your eyes closed and your breath nothing more than an exhausted pant. The absence of warmth as they both slowly slid out of you, releasing your thighs and unwrapping the rope from your arms and wrists. And you were fairly certain you immediately fell forward into your Lady’s arms - but even that you couldn’t be sure of.

“Sal, get them some water. They need to hydrate.”

“O’course.”

You vaguely remembered opening your eyes just long enough to see Sal’s firm backside head into the bathroom with a glass. The soothing sensation of the cool water against your dry throat felt almost good enough to make you come all over again, but the relieving warmth of your Lady’s arms wrapped around your body quickly reminded you of just how wrecked you actually were.

“You did so well, my pet.”

“Mmhm.. thank.. you.. my lady.”

“Aye.. tha’ yer did.” Sal added as she took the glass from your hands.

“Mhm.”

You tried your hardest to muster enough strength to get out more than the single word that seemed to lose itself in the softness of Alcina’s bosom. Her steady heartbeat - the warmth of her bare skin against yours. For a moment, you wondered if it was the blissed out fog that rolled across your body that was slowly encasing you, or Sal. Either way, it felt so incredibly good against your flushed skin that you didn’t really care. You were utterly wrecked - sore, aching, claimed - and feeling more satisfied than you had ever felt in your life.

“Sleep now, sweet pet. We’ve got you.”

And sleep, you did.

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Ahem.. I have no ask for this as it was a birthday fic written for a dear friend 👀 Transfem!Sal x Bratty Reader x Donna.. I.. ahem.. hope some of you will like it! ♥️ Gonna put it all under a cut since I know not everyone is into ships like this.

“Aye… if yeh’d jus’ behave, luv.”

You could feel the smirk that Sal had curled across her lips from behind your backside, a wholly sinful look decorating Donna’s face as she toyed with the end of the black leash that held you. The two of them had been teasing you relentlessly for well over an hour now - a retribution you had undoubtedly brought upon yourself. You had been bratty - exceptionally so - with the fact that it was your birthday only forcing your brattiness to an even higher level.

“Make me.”

You said the words again without a single thought, with nothing more than the utter need of seeing just how far you could push the both of them. A deep growl moving through Sal’s throat like a rumble of thunder as she forcefully grabbed onto your hips - pulling your backside firmly against her. Her dual cocks, firm - hard - throbbing against the thin lining of your underwear as she held you in place.

“I said behave.”

Sal’s growl moving through her throat and across the flushed skin of your neck as she leaned further down, sinking her fingernails into the soft flesh of your hips - puling you back again.

“Fuck-!”

You closed your eyes for just a moment, resting your forehead on the soft sheets of Donna’s bed until the unmistakable scent of her danced over you - forcing your eyelids open. The sight before you instantly making your mouth go dry. Every inch of the doll-maker's beautiful olive skin laid out before you.

“Come now, cara mia.” She practically purred, giving you a coy little smile. A single leg swaying teasingly as she shifted herself just enough to expose her glistening folds - the effects from flustering you ever so prevalent in the dim lighting of the room. “Behave for us, tesoro.. and I’ll let you taste.. all of this.”

She smirked, biting her bottom lip before spreading her legs wider for you - the indulgent musk of her almost overwhelming as it rolled over you in waves, forcing you to curse under your breath. A slight whimper across your lips as she pulled on your leash - bringing your head just inches from her core.

The sound of Sal’s chuckle.. the length of her womanhood sliding up and down the slit of you - soaking the thin fabric of your underwear with your own desire.. the smell of thick arousal in the air.. well, it was all almost too much to handle

“Fuck, okay! I’ll behave.. I’ll be good.. just, fuck!”

Sal chuckled again before firmly striking your backside - the width of her hand leaving a deep crimson across the skin of it. “Heh, sound a lot better if yer begged fer it, luv.”

At that you could only whimper, crying out as Donna yanked on your leash a little harder. The deep musk of her quickly enveloping your senses - breaking any last bit of reserve that you had left. You wanted them - both - and badly. To be utterly stuffed by Sal while tasting the finest of Italian cuisines herself.

“Fuck! Just.. please?"

"Aye."

It was more of a growl than a reply, more of a warning than a reward - with Sal's fingers gripping the hem of your underwear and roughly pulling them down. Another yelp from your lips as the palm of her hand met your backside once more, helping to spread your cheeks and part your folds as she readied herself against both of your entrances.

"Gonna follow yer pace, sweetheart. Yer tongue stops an' so do I."

You only cursed, nodding quickly before settling yourself down at the doll-maker's core. The sweet juices of her already trickling down in anticipation.

And oh, how you moaned. Muffled deep into Donna's soft folds as soon as you took her into your mouth. Sal's cocks sliding into you slowly at the same time - sufficiently filling you. Her hips still, cocks throbbing inside you until your tongue swept over Donna's clit. A movement that was quickly rewarded by a hard thrust.

"That's it, cara mia. Quella è la mia ragazza brava." Donna whispered.

You whimpered into her, sucking on her clit before lengthening your tongue deep inside of her. A profound heat moving across your body as your core and ass stretched deliciously around Sal, the width of her cocks filling you with each thrust - heated slick dripping down your inner thighs as she drove them firmly into you.

The collar around your neck pulled a little tighter as Donna strengthened her grasp, tangling her fingers in your hair. Her meticulous hands holding your face in place as she rolled her hips up into you, moaning softly. The sweet sounds that fell from her lips, the soft grunts that rolled across Sal - all building your arousal to unforeseen levels. It was all you could do to taste.. to feel.. to smell. An intoxicating blend of musk prevalent in the air. Donna's desire covering your mouth and face as the length of Sal's womanhood dove deeper and deeper in - compelling you to lengthen your tailbone and widen your legs.

"Heh.. greedy lil' slut, are yeh?"

"Mph-"

You responded the only way you could - moaning into Donna as your flattened your tongue against the slit of her and slid it up to her clit. Her hips jerked, tightening the grasp she had on your hair as you wrapped an arm around each of her thighs - pulling her closer. Her soft whimpers growing in volume as you lavished over every inch of her dripping core.

Sal's pace picked up - feeling her twitch inside you as Donna's breath started to hitch within her throat.

"Mh.. you're so good, tesoro." The doll-maker's lean body writhed as she moaned - her hips moving in unison with Sal's.

You had never felt so full before, so utterly claimed. There wasn't a single cell within you that wasn't completely overcome with desire … with want.. with the absolute need for release. A deeply prickling heat starting to move across your body as Sal's cocks drove mercilessly in and out of you - throbbing against your walls.. against the heated flesh that separated them - her own desire seeping out ever so slightly.

She slapped your ass again - hard - pulling a sharp cry from your lips that vibrated agaisnt Donna's clit, forcing her to moan.

"Aye.. tha's my good slut."

She knew how wet it got you when she called you that - when she took you however she wanted - using you in whatever way she seemed fit only to leave you a breathless mess beneath her.

"Cara mia.. I'm so close."

Donna's voice was so coated in need it almost made you whimper at just the sound of it. Your tongue picking up it's pace as Sal's hips did the same - moving slightly more erratically than before. Her dual cocks hard inside you. Juices coating your your inner highs and up to your ass, dripping from your core unhindered with each pump of Sal's womanhood. A deep shudder rolling across your body, forcing you to pull away and mutter a single, breathless word.

"P-please."

Sal only growled, picking her pace even more - her fingernails sinking deep into your skin as she pulled you back roughly against her, panting.

Donna's climax was first, spilling heatedly into your mouth as the orgasm swiftly overtook her. Her sweet juices warm like honey down your throat as you drank her in as much of her as you could. Her taste wholly addictive - coating your tongue and invading your senses. The profound heat and pressure in your core building to an unbearable level, ripping one whimper after another from your needy lips as Sal kept her pace.

Donna's movements slowly coming to halt just as you could feel Sal's hips jerk from behind - her cocks twitching deep inside you as her thick desire squirted out from them, sufficiently filling you. Forcing a tidal wave of heat across your body as your own pleasure finally crashed over you - slick arousal gushing out and soaking the mattress below you with each jerk of your hips. A screamless curse buried deep into the doll-maker's thigh as you bit down onto it, riding out your pleasure until Sal finally began to slow her pace.

"Holy.. fuck.. Sal."

She only chuckled in response, releasing her grasp on your hips. Donna's breath starting to even out as she leaned over, unhooking the leash from your collar before promptly falling back against the bed. A wholly wet sound, a slight gasp as Sal slowly slid her still throbbing cock from your body, leaving you with an utterly empty feeling.

"Heh... is yer birthday, after all."

"Well then, Happy fucking Birthday to me."

She chuckled again as you took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as you lowered your overly flushed body to the bed. Donna's steady breath in front of you and the feeling of Sal's warmth as she laid against your backside, her strong arms swiftly wrapping around you - holding you close against her firm body long after the minutes on your birthday had passed.

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So like

Sal and Reader being the bestest of friends and lightheartedly "scamming" Restaurants by pretending to get engaged.

It only becomes more and more of a problem as they fall for each other.

Ahem... I got a little carried away with this request and I'm not sorry for it at all 👀👀👀 I hope you like it, love 😏😘

You knew you'd been quieter than usual on the way home, and Sal had noticed it, too. But you couldn't deny the warm feeling in your chest at dinner when she nonchalantly told the waitress that you two were celebrating your engagement, ensuring you both yet another free dessert with your dinner.

It's a thing the both of you had done countless times, with not a single person ever questioning it due to how close you had always been. She was your best friend - your platonic life mate. But for the first time ever, hearing those words fall from her lips did nothing but bring a flutter to your heart and a slight flush to your cheeks.

"Yer quiet, luv."

Sal's voice was soft, slightly hesitant as merged off the highway.

"Ah.. yeah.. sorry.. just tired."

Sal only nodded, catching your eye before turning her own back to the road. Maybe she'd leave it at that, you thought to yourself - maybe she'd believe you - but knowing Sal, she ultimately wasn't buying a word of it.

The rest of the ride home was silent with nothing more than the quiet musings from the car radio to fill the air. The bright lights of the city reflecting in Sal's eyes as she drove you both closer to your place, her motorcycle still safely parked outside of it.

"Yer… still wanna watcha movie?"

"Of course!"

"Aye.. a'right. Jus' makin' sure."

You gave her a reassuring smile before exiting the car. The moonlight remarkable as it cast Sal's body in a wash of silver - illuminating her skin and causing her dark hair to shimmer with each step that she took. The sway of her body, her intoxicating scent, only forcing you to stop and wonder if you had felt this way longer than you'd ever cared to notice.

Had she always been this gorgeous? This gay inducing?

Your mind answering it's own question as soon as she entered your apartment - immediately glitching as she discarded the leather jacket from her body in one fluid motion. The sheer black shirt underneath hugging each and every one of her muscles as she stretched - leaving very little to the imagination.

"Anythin' yer wantin' to watch, luv?"

You realized you were still standing at the door, coat in hand as you watched Sal walk through the small kitchen and into the living area.

"I.. huh?"

She chuckled before plopping herself down onto your couch.

"Heh.. movie.. watch.. yer okay?"

"Oh.. right. Yeah, sorry. I'm down to watch whatever." You laughed nervously, not daring to admit that when she first asked you, your brain immediately answered with 'You?'

"Aye."

Sal's gaze followed you curiously as you made your way through the apartment, placing your coat on the back of the couch before sitting at the opposite end of it, body unnaturally tense.

"I don' bite, luv. 'Less yer wan' me to." She chuckled.

You knew she was just trying to make you laugh - cut the tension, so to say - but all it did was make you even more flustered - more flushed.

"I'm.. yeah.. heh.. sorry." You replied awkwardly, moving a tiny bit closer to her on the couch.

"Yer sure yer okay? Yeh looka lil’ flushed.”

Sal brought the back of her hand to your forehead, checking to see if you felt warm before moving a rogue strand of hair and placing it behind your ear. It was all you could do to take a deep breath - to swallow back the gay panic and exhale steadily - doing your best to hold your composure. Ultimately, though, you knew there was no longer any point in trying to hide it from her.

"Sal.. I just.. I dunno. We've done that whole engagement scam so many times now, but tonight was the first time it ever.. I dunno..."

You sighed, allowing your words to trail off as you felt the blush slowly deepening across your cheeks.

"First time it ever made yer.. feel sumthin' more?"

Sal said her words carefully, a soft curl to her lips as she looked over at you.

"I mean.. yeah? I think? I'm not sure, actually.. maybe it's a feeling that's been there for awhile now, and I just.. never noticed it before?"

"Heh.. I know wha’ yer mean.”

“I... you do??”

“Aye… felt sumthin’ similar not too long ago.”

You looked at her, mouth almost fully agape before slapping her on the shoulder.

“Why didn’t you say anything!”

She chuckled, the length of her stretching back against the back of the couch before she answered.

“Heh.. didn’ wanna fuck anythin’ up between us. Care a lotta boutcha, yer know?”

You chuckled in turn, mostly at how utterly useless the both of you were.

“I understand completely, Sal - believe me.”

You felt an immediate wash of relief over you, all the awkward tension freeing itself from your body at just the knowledge of knowing Sal felt the same. You honestly weren’t even sure what you would have done if she hadn’t … or if admitting it somehow would have pushed her away. The thought of it alone - the thought of not having Sal in your life.. of not seeing her warm smile every day - it was enough to cause such a deep ache in your chest that you were forced to take a profoundly steadying breath,

“Luv?”

Sal’s voice was softer than usual, promptly pulling you from your deep thoughts.

“Mh?”

“Since we’re bein’ all honest... have yer ever wondered wha’ it’d be like… ter kiss?”

The funny thing was, you had.. more times than you could count. Every time her tongue swept over her bottom lip, or her teeth sank into it in thought. It was something you had thought about quite often, actually.

“I.. ahem.. I have.”

“Heh.. yer wanna, then?”

You didn’t even have to give it a second thought, quickly nodding as you brought your hand to cup her cheek. The unique scent of cinnamon and sea swept air washing over you as she leaned in, gently placing her lips to yours.

They were a little rough, but also the softest thing you had ever felt. A contrast not unlike Sal herself. So warm and inviting, so strong and safe. Her lips parting slightly - waiting - sighing softly when your tongue swam warmly over hers. Her fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer.

Your body seeming to move on its own as you found yourself practically on Sal's lap, kissing her deeply. For a moment time stood still - the world tilting on its axis as tender kisses became more passionate, filled with a yearning you had never quite felt before. Was this what you'd been missing the whole time? With a breath of a moment as your foreheads rested against each other, cheeks deeply flushed.

"We can take it slow.. if yer'd rather."

You smiled against her before nipping at her bottom lip. A soft moan in her throat as you made your way down her jawline and neck. Hands roaming under her shirt and across her nipples - hearing her breath hitch, feeling her muscles flex beneath you as she moved to discard her shirt. The arousing gasp when you hooked your fingers into the hemline of her jeans, swiftly pulling them down and exposing the firmness of her womanhood - a droplet of precum already gathered at the tip of it.

"Doesn't look like you want to take things slow here, beautiful." You smirked.

"Heh.. can't blame a gal, luv.. been wantin' this fer awhile now."

You blushed as you continued your lips down the length of her body. Kissing the crevices of her muscles and sucking at her skin. A wholly indulgent moan as you allowed your tongue to trace up the shaft of her, dark hair cascading down her shoulders and chest as you took Sal into your mouth - her head falling back.

You weren't even surprised at how utterly wet the act immediately made you - your arousal trickling down the slit of you with each delicious sound that fell from her lips. Her cock hard, twitching against your tongue and the back of your throat - swiftly fueling a deep throb within your core.

You had never wanted anyone more in your life. Your thighs pressed firmly together as you knelt between her own - the landscape of her sprawled back on your couch. Her lips parted and her eyes half lidded. The all encompassing heat that rolled across you very quickly making your clothes stifling - constricting - wanting nothing more than to rip them from your body and have her inside of you.

"Fuck, Sal.. you have me so wet." You brought the warmth of your mouth all the way down to the base of her, sucking firmly as you came back up. "I need you."

The utterly desperate sound that reverberated deep in her throat - half moan, half growl as she wrapped her fingers firmly in your hair and pulled you up from your spot between her legs.

Both sets of hands working in a frenzy to first remove your shorts and then your underwear. The musk of your desire seeping into the air as you spread your legs and straddled Sal's hips.

"You're so gorgeous, Sal."

You let the words drip from your tongue in praise as you lowered yourself down onto her, holding her gaze as you did. The width of her immediately filling you, her cock firm in your core. The first roll of your hips met with a heated kiss.. with her nails in your back and a deep moan across your lips.

"Speak fer yerself, luv."

Matching blushes across crimson cheeks as your bodies moved in rhythm, each thrust sending another surge of pleasure across the heated landscape of you. How perfectly indulgent it was - deliciously slow, calculated. As if each of you were trying to savor the feeling of the other for as long as you could.

Your arousal coating the shaft of her and soaking her flushed skin. Wholly wet sounds filling the small apartment as the length of her cock drove firmly into you - her hips picking up the pace little by little. Twitching with every thrust and stuffing you so completely.

"So stunning."

You smirked, knowing your words would be met with nothing less than a hard thrust.. with her teeth in your flesh and her hands on your hips, forcing you down onto her. It was all you could do to moan out - to whimper her name and breathe it into the heated space between you, quickening your pace.

"Mh.. yer feel so good, luv."

Sal punctuated her praise with another exquisite roll of her hips, her cock driving in roughly and compelling a wave of pleasure across your body.

"Mmph- Fuck!"

Lips crashing, moans muffled into kiss swollen lips as your body fell forward with a profound shudder. The length of her twitching inside you as your core clenched around it. Both of you panting, pleasures building with each delicious thrust.. with each pump of her cock and roll of her hips.

"Sal.. I-"

You couldn't even finish your sentence, your words turning into nothing more than a hitch to your breath, juices gushing down as the first orgasm swiftly took over you - forcing a violent shiver across your body and a tremble to your legs.

Sal's ever present moans quickly building the pressure in your core back up - her pace becoming more erratic, less controlled. The sharp sting of her teeth in your flesh as you felt her whole body tense beneath you, cock driving in harder and harder until both of your desires gushed out, a second orgasm crashing over you as Sal's swiftly followed suit - filling your core with thick arousal.

Stuttered breaths, panting as you fell limp against her chest. A soft kiss to your forehead and sweat trickling down your bodies. Sal's cock still twitching deep inside you - desired soaked skin as her strong arms wrapped warmly around your body, holding you close.

"Well, that… that .. was nice."

"Heh.. aye."

You could feel a blissful smile against the top of your head before Sal placed another kiss to it. Your breaths slowly steadying - heartbeats matching. You could have stayed in that exact position for the rest of your life and been completely content to do so.

"Luv.."

"Shhh… we can talk about what this all means later, Sal. For now, let's just enjoy the after glow."

"Heh.. a'right.. was jus' gonna ask if yer wanted ter go again…"

"Oh-" You chuckled - sitting up immediately as you gave her a smirk. "In that case, gorgeous, you read my mind."

skddjkssksk.. I fucking love best friends to lovers and useless gays being useless 🤣 This was.. fun to write 😩

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Um. So. You know-

So. Two cock Sal.

Making out with her and feeling her get hard, please? Grinding on her? With a bit of dirty talk?

I... AHEM ... Yes.. yes I can very much write that 👀😩😩 Here you are, love 😘

It didn't take you long before you were straddling her. Before your legs were draped over her thighs and the length of her between your legs. The thin fabric of her boxers doing nothing to minimize the friction. Your core already sopping wet as you rolled your hips down on her.

"Mh.. how badly you must want to me fuck me. Hm, Sal?"

You didn't dare let her reply, with your fingers tangled in her hair and your tongue sweeping over her own. Both of her cocks already hard beneath you as you kept your hips at a steady pace, her shaft delicious agaisnt your clit.

"Yer the one grindin' on me, luv."

You chuckled bringing your hand between your legs to stroke down the length of her.

"I don't hear you complaining."

The exquisite feeling of her breathy moans that were muffled into the softness of your lips as you kissed her deeply. A slight twitch of her cock agaisnt your palm - your hips and hand both keeping an indulgent rhythm.

Juices dripping out, soaking the fabric beneath you and covering her shaft. And even though you were the one trying to fluster her, the ache in your core grew needier and needier with each roll of your hips.

"Fuck me, Sal. Please."

The utter desperation to your tone had her boxers on the floor and your hips lowering down on her on a matter of seconds. From your position you could only take the one cock - but oh, how it filled you. Thrusting inside of you as soon as the slick of you met the base. Passionate kisses as your tongues danced in unison. Your fingers in her hair and hers on your hips - forcing you down onto her.

"Fuck.. yer feel so good, luv."

A deep seated heat slowly engulfing the both of you. Kiss-swollen lips - hips jerking. A deep ache that started at your toes and slowly swept over you, only growing deeper when you felt her teeth sinking into your flesh... of her nails seeping into your skin.

Shuddering breaths as the first orgasm took over you, setting you up for the second just as you felt Sal's cock hard inside you - twitching as she filled you with her thick arousal. A blend of desire gushing from your core and dripping down the shaft of her - not stopping until the last bit trickled out.

"I.. Sal.. that was.. fuck."

"Heh.. indeed."

You kissed her lips softly before moving to her flushed cheeks. Taking in the sight of her - a goddess of the sea, bathed in afterglow.

dkhdhrkdlsjd.. that was tasty 😩😩

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Okay. Okay but. Having a sleepover at Sal's in the crushing-useless-gays-phase and sleeping in her bed, cause you've done it often already, and you're friends so it's perfectly normal right? And cuddling also is normal between friends, right? So it's no matter how you can tuck your body into hers and feel her arm wrap around you, and the murmured "G'night, lil' one" is definitely not different from those other times she's said it?

The thing is just.

Her hot breath brushes your neck. That soft tickle on every of her exhales, like a caress on your skin.

Her calloused, yet gentle hands caress you gently and slowly, familiar - like all these other times her soft touches have lulled you to sleep. Now, they keep you awake with longing. The wish for her to be a little firmer, to grow a little bolder. To touch your neck and down to the hem of your pajama pants, skirting it until you gave her permission to slide beneath.

Her strong, warm body pressing into your back, making you desire nothing more to grind into her until you felt how much she wanted you.

But... Who even knew if she desired that as much as you? She was an affectionate friend, and so direct - she would've told you if she felt something, right? If her touches meant anything more than platonic affection?

Take what you have. It's perfect the way it is. You're cuddling her, after all. And you can imagine. Thoughts you try to find sleep with. You'll be okay. You shouldn't risk this.

Breathe. Breathe, and try not to show how much those touches affect you.

At least, you think so until the tip of her finger brushes the skin of your collar on an upwards stroke and you almost moan from that sensation alone. You're so wet. You need her so badly. You want to taste those lips and pull her in with your arms, wrap them around her neck as you open your mouth for her tongue, moaning into her while her fingers prepare you to take all of her.

You know you'd need that. You've walked in on her changing more than once. You've fantasized about taking her more often than you'd ever admit, kissing her and whispering your feelings as you came. You've screamed her name into the linen coverings of your pillow so often that it's a wonder it's not engraved there.

Thanks to some miracle, she still doesn't notice. Happily continues caressing you, even cups her fingers over your rapidly beating heart and hums.

"Oi, luv?"

"Hmm?"

Oh, please don't let her hear it on your voice.

"Yer alright? If yer already had a bad dream, I'm doin' something wrong."

"N-not that."

"Aye. Wet dream? Sorry fer wakin' yer, then."

"Sal."

"Wha?"

"I didn't sleep yet."

"Oh. Well, I can stop with the touchin', if that'd help yer."

"No, no. You're fine."

You turn around in her arms, desperately hoping she either doesn't see the blush on your cheeks with in glow of her eyes, or pushes it to the late hour despite her darkvision.

And fuck... Who gave her permission to be this beautiful? That little lopsided smirk, paired with the smile in her eyes. The darkness almost makes it seem like she's blushing, but that's surely just the shadows of her cheekbones.

You want to kiss her. Want her to kiss you.

"Sure about tha'?"

She asks, just making sure. It takes a moment for you to remember what you were even talking about. Fucking Sal, being so... Gorgeous. But somehow, you manage to smile, blinking warmly for a moment before, for some miracle, your courage makes you press a sweet, tiny kiss against her jawline.

"You know how cute I find those."

"A-aye."

She murmurs, and you feel yourself get even blushier and turn back around, pressing yourself close against her and taking her hand to lay it on your ribs. Denying her... You'd hurt her. And she might suspect. And you wanted to feel the bliss and sweetness of her touch. You could take the arousal that came with it.

Sal begins stroking you again, ever so sweet, ever so gentle, making your body ever so eager to respond once more. Only this time, it's even worse. Your turning has made your shirt ride up, exposing an inch of your stomach and then some - skin that Sal touches on a downward strike. So close, yet so far. Her hand slips back on top of your shirt as she moves it back up, no matter how much you wish it didn't... physics is physics. But... She touches the very same spot again on the next caress. And the one after. Slowly but surely driving you mad, eroding your control, making you need her even more. Her kiss as she fingered you. Your shared pants while your hips joined.

When she stroked down next time, you tugged on your shirt in a way you hoped she wouldn't notice. In a way that made it ride up a little, a way that made sure her palm stayed on your skin. A touch that was still utterly sweet for everything that it did to you.

On the next movement downwards, Sal's fingers brushed the hem of your pants and your hips almost bucked. Her pinky sliding on top not even half an inch, but enough to make you wish you were naked.

Maybe... Perhaps... You could...

You timed your next breath, drawing in your stomach the moment her fingers slid down, until the loose band of your pajama pants gave in to her fingers, until the very tip of them moved beneath.

They twitched once, then halted. Sal's next exhale shuddered against your neck and made you bite your lip. She withdrew her fingers again and had your eyes press together in frustration and heartbreak.

She didn't want you, right?

Even if the same thing happened on the next stroke.

And the next.

And the next, where her fingers seemed to dig in a little and you felt her utterly controlled breath on your skin.

You don't know what made you do it. The last desperate hope? The guides you read on how to know someone was flirting? Utterly mindless need?

Regardless... You turned around slightly until you could look into Sal's eyes, lips parted on panting breath, cupping her wrist with your hand and gently whispering a single word.

"Please."

OH GODS, THIS WAS SO GOOD. MY DEAREST ANON, THANK YOU FOR THIS. I have missed you in my inbox 😘 THIS WAS SERIOUSLY SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN AAAAAAA.. ZKDHSKSLS.. HERE YOU GO, LOVE 😩

You could only feel her breath catch, feel it hitch against your skin as your hand brought hers back to where it was before releasing it was. And as much as you wanted to make sure your desire for her was clear, the decision to go any further at this point would have to be hers.  

"Luv.. I .."

With each beat of your heart that passed, you felt it sink a little more. Maybe you had read the entire thing wrong, maybe all the soft glances and sweet words hadn't held the same meanings you thought they had. 

"It's.. okay if you're not interested, Sal." You whispered it softly, doing your best not to let the cracks come through.

The soft chuckle that breezed across the top of your hair and the warmth that you felt when she pulled you a little closer was immediately comforting. 

"Tha' ain't it, sweetheart. Jus'... don't wanna lose yeh." 

Suddenly you felt disarmed..  flustered.. aroused and caught off guard all at once. I mean, you had always been very aware that Sal cared for you, but the way the soft concern fell from her lips made your heart jump up into your throat.  

"Sal.. I want you." 

You said the words plainly - simply - feeling yourself blush before turning yourself around in her arms, her own arousal hard against your inner thigh as you settled in. A soft caress as you cupped her cheek, watching as a rogue stream of moonlight danced across the crimson of her them - biting her bottom lip before she spoke. 

"I want yer, too, luv." 

The feeling of her lips pressed against yours was sweeter than anything you'd ever tasted. They were soft.. yet rough. A hint of salt as you traced your tongue over them - deepening the kiss - taking just a moment to relish in the warmth of it.

The length of her womanhood only growing harder against you with each sweep of your tongues. The arousal between your legs thick within the air as she slowly slid your underwear from your body, pulling a soft gasp from your lips.

And oh, how badly you wanted her to touch you, how eager your body was for it.. so utterly wet in anticipation. Your own hand caressing along the shaft of her, causing her to moan. 

"Fuck, luv. Yer don' know how long I've wanted this."

You could feel the blush deepen across your cheeks as you slid your hand into her boxes, releasing her ample cock from the hem of it - stroking it once. 

"Just shut up and touch me, Sal." You whispered, causing her to chuckle against your lips, 

"Needy, aye?" 

"Mh.. don't tease me. Not tonight."  

She chuckled again, nodding. "A'right then, sweetheart." 

You didn't even have a chance to reply before her fingers were pressed against your entrance. First one and then another. Skating down the slit of you before sliding in. The feeling of her cock throbbing against the palm of your hand as your stroked it steadily down the shaft of her, swiftly matching the pace of her fingers. Your bodies writhing to the motion, mouth and lips exploring over whatever skin they could reach as your pleasure began to build. 

A profound current - a charged energy - enveloping the heated space between you before moving across the lengths of you. With each rock of your hips... stroke of her cock.. each thrust of her fingers as she drove them into you. Moans muffled into soft skin as teeth sank into supple flesh. It was better than you could have ever imagined - more incredible than anything your fantasies could have ever deemed to bless upon you. You felt her twitch in your hand, pulling a deep moan from her body. 

"I'm close, luv." 

She moaned - kissing you deeply - picking up the pace of her fingrers as she curled them deep inside you, compelling you to pick up the pace of your own. The width of her twitching more and more with every movement you made down the shaft of her. Your own juices dripping down your inner thighs as a prickling heat began to swiftly move across your body. Both pairs of hips jerking as they tried to keep an even pace. Bucking erratically as a fierce orgasm swept over the both of you - ripping silent cries from your bodies. 

Sal's warm desire spilling out and onto your thighs as your own squirted down the length of them. A chorus of pants filling the air as you melted breathlessly into each other. Foreheads resting against the each other as you steadied your breath. A luminous afterglow encasing the both of you, willing the smiles upon your lips to widen.

"Fuck.. wow, Sal." 

She leaned down and placed a kiss to your lips. 

"Heh, indeed. A gal could get addicted ter tha'." 

"Mh.. literally, anytime."

You could feel the smirk against your lips as it curled across her own. 

"Aye.. so.. now, then?"

AKSJDJSKSL... I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed yours, dear! Just... dkdhdk.. thank you 😩😩💦

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Is this cursed? Maybe.

But I just imagined trans Sal wearing a thong-type underwear with a sock in front. And on the sock, googly eyes.

And when you come home from work, you see her on the couch with nothing else on her body, her sock on her thigh with the eyes turned to you, and she just says "Hey" before both of you have a laughing fit and she ends up falling off of the couch and laughs on the floor so hard that her abdomen flexes and the sock moves which just makes you have to hold onto the wall to keep standing from laughter.

Oh gods 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I laughed way too hard at this image 🤣 Sal would thoroughly enjoy every second of this 😅

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Skirt anon 3

The reader, ever the good partner, brings transfemme Sal her first skirt. Sal is in the bathroom changing for a while and reader starts to get nervous-what if they messed up? What if Sal hates the skirt and thusly, hates them? They’re terrified for approximately two more minutes before Sal opens the door just a crack.

“Luv” she whispers. “Do ye…”

“Do I what?” They reply, anxiously awaiting Sal’s response to the skirt.

“Do ye want t’ see yer girlie in what ya bought ‘er?”

Reader nearly kicks the door down trying to see Sal. And when they do, they almost cry at how happy Sal looks. She’s blushing, over course, how could she not blush given that all she’s wearing is a skirt, her tits are out for all the world to see. But Sal is smiling and reader can tell they made the right choice.

“You’re beautiful” reader whispers as they pull their lover into a deep embrace.

“Stop it luv. Yer gonna make me a mess.”

“Maybe that’s what I want” reader says as they kiss Sal’s neck.

Reader grins as they feel the skirt rustle; something large and warm is nestled against their thighs.

“Hello there” reader says, looking down at the lovely girlcock tenting the skirt.

“Don’t be like that” Sal mumbles with an embarrassed groan. “I cannae help it if I get all worked up when I’m with ye”

“I told you, babygirl, I don’t want you to help it. I want you to get worked up for me”.

Reader slides down, trailing kisses over Sal’s sensitive nipples-eliciting whines as from their dearest. Finally, the slow sensual torture is too much for Sal, and she puts her hands on their shoulders, forcing them to their knees.

“Oh luv, you’ve really done it now”.

The full length of Sal’s girlcock is revealed as she lifts her skirt away. With a grin, reader presses a kiss to its already drippy tip.

“Don’t tease me now, luv. Please” Sal pleads, her voice catching as they take her in their mouth.

Reader bobs their head up and down along the girlcock, taking in the musky aroma that they’ve come to associate with Sal’s pleasure. Sal’s hips thrust ever so slightly until reader hums in agreement. With their lover’s consent, Sal picks up the pace, pushing their girlcock further into reader’s mouth and throat. Reader reaches up and squeezes Sal’s toned ass, marveling in the taught muscles.

“Oh fuck. I’m… I cannae hold back” Sal roars as they release into reader’s mouth. The reader dutifully continues to suck their lover’s girlcock, taking Sal to the highest peak of pleasure and swallowing every last drop.

“Oh luv” Sal pants as she helps reader up, “the skirt was amazing by itself, but this was….”

“I couldn’t hold back. Seeing you in such a sexy outfit was too much to handle.” Reader confesses, wiping a bit of white off their lips.

“Aye. The skirt is a hot little number, I’ll warrant.”

Sal looks down at reader, a sly grin slowly painting her face. “Luv. How about round two?”

🥏anon

First of all.. this is really sweet 🥺 Second of all.. fuuuuuuck.. dhdjdkdhsk 😩😩😩😩😩😩 I... Ahem 👀 I'm so glad you decided to take on Sal, dear! kddjdks Well, now... here we go 👀 I hope you like it!

"First of all, darling.. the only hot little number here is you." You replied with a smirk, instantly making Sal blush - shaking her head as she chuckled.

"Tha' a yes, luv?"

"That's a fuck yes."

You were only slightly surprised by the slight growl that escaped from Sal's lips. That curled across them before slowly turning into a devious smirk. The taste of her desire still fresh upon your own as she leaned down to kiss you, immediately pressing you back against the bathroom sink. The warmth of her tongue skating over yours - kissing you deeply just once before spinning you around.

"Aye.. tha's good, sweetheart."

She chuckled before bending you over the skin, your underwear and shorts pulled down to your ankles before you could even gasp. The cool porcelain soothing against the flush that was already rapidly spreading across your skin. The soft fabric of Sal's skirt ghosting over the back of your thighs as you felt the tip of her womanhood resting against your already dripping entrance.

"Mh.. you're so good, Sal."

You only heard her curse once beneath her breath before she thrusted herself into you, forcing a deep moan across you.. The delicious stretch around the width of her compelling a deep heat to wash over you - immediately encompassing your body. And oh, how exquisitely she filled you.. how every inch of you lit up like a string of lightening during a late summer thunderstorm. Her sharp nails digging into the soft flesh of your hips as she drove the length of her cock into you, immediately arching your back.

"Fuck, lil luv.. yer feel so good."

You cried out a little louder as her nails dug deeper into you as she picked up the pace of her hips . The width of her cock throbbing inside you, pulsating with each thrust that she gave you. Her own breath growing hitched - uneven. Panting more and more while she began to fuck you relentless.

"Ah-! Fuck, Sal."

You could feel her beginning to twitch against your walls. Your own pleasure building along with hers as your hands grasped tightly onto the sides of the sink. Your backside flushed, marked from just her toned body steadily ramming into you. The length of her sliding out as far as it could go before roughly driving back in, forcing thick juices from your core and a prodound cry from your lips.

"Fuck, luv.. I'm close."

"Mh.. come for me, my good girl."

You could feel the warmth of her desire filling you before you even finished your sentence, your own orgasm swiftly following suit, causing you to buck back into her. A blend of cries ringing out into the air of the small room - making your climaxes known as you shuddered against each other. Her ample cock still throbbing inside you as she began to slow her pace.

"Mh.. fuck.. Sal.."

"Heh.. aye."

Her breath was erractic against your backside, the length of her leaning over you.

"Must.. wear.. skirt.. more.."

She chuckled at your halting words, placing a soft kiss to your nape, the smirk across her lips prevelent against your skin.

"Luv." She paused, placing another kiss to your neck. "If this is the effect it has on yer, yer can coun' on me wearin' it all the time."

lasjdhsk.. fuck 😩 I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! ddjdndk 💦

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

So. Sal is Shark Lady. Sal is Trans.

Sharks have two cocks.

SO WHAT IF.

And if she was shy about it, at least a little, with a new lover who she is really, REALLY into.

(her lover is obvs. really into it, but a one shot of that first time undressing? Pls?)

Ohhhhh.. the thirsty and incredible discussions we have on discord sometimes 😩😩😩😩 This was entirley too hot to write, fuck.. just ... skdhsjskslaj.. fuuuuck.. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it, my sweet 😏

Ahem.. I humbly give you transfem!Sal with two cocks 👀

Even though the two of you has decided to take things slow, your make out session with Sal had left you both a panting mess by the end of it. Cheeks flushed as your lips and tongues danced freely over each other. She tasted exquisite - divine even - with all the experience you had expected her to have. And Miranda knows you weren't blind. You had definitely noticed the rather large bulge that had been steadily building in her loose fitting pants with each heated kiss that the two of you shared. And fuck, how badly it made you want her. 

"Sal.. I .."  

"I know, luv." 

Her words were warm and sweet across your skin. Her fingers gently brushing your cheek as her eyes locked onto yours. 

"I'm.. there's somethin' yer need to know abou' me, sweetheart. I'm built a lil' different." 

"Sal, I don't care what's in your pants. I'm into you." 

She blushed fiercely at this, biting her bottom lip as she stood - the absence of her warmth immediately noticeable. 

"Aye.. well.." 

She blushed a little harder as she dropped her pants, exposing the ample lengths of her two cocks - both beautiful, hard and ready to go. And you knew you had felt yourself gasp a little - less for the surprise of it, and more for the utter want. Your mind immediately going to just how sufficiently she could fill you with one single thrust. 

You licked your lips, finally finding your words again. 

"I.. fuck, Sal. You're gorgeous." 

She blushed again, slowly beginning to stroke one of her cocks. 

"Yer… yer okay with this?" 

"Ah, yes.. yep.. mhm.. absolutely." 

A slight chuckle across her lips as she sat back down next to you, casually stroking both of them now. 

"Yer welcome to join me, luv." She replied, eyeing the fingers that had already begun to trace along the hem of your underwear. You gave her a small smirk before sliding them off of your hips and spreading your legs for her, giving her a generous view. 

"Alright, then." 

You had maybe gotten a few thrusts of your fingers in when you heard it, the soft moan that slipped all too deliciously across Sal's lips, making the need to touch her more than you could handle - willing you to your knees in front of a surprised Sal. 

"Luv, I-" 

".... I just want to taste you, Sal. I need to." 

You didn't even care how utterly desperate your voice sounded, and you were beyond grateful when she gave you a nod. Taking a deep breath as you settled back on your heels, licking your lips once before allowing the tip of your tongue to trace up the shaft of her - causing her to shudder. One of your hands coming to the cock that sat directly below the first, stroking over it gently as you took the length of her into your eager mouth. 

And oh, the sound that fell from her lips. That reverberated throughout her body and hummed against your lips as slowly began to bob your head steadily - your other hand moving in succession with it. The sublime taste of her desire already collecting at the tip of her womanhood as your picked up your pace. Whimpering slightly when you felt her tentacles begin to slither around your body. First caressing over your neck, and collarbone.. your nipples next as they explored over the landscape of you - making sure to tease over every inch that they could reach. 

The breathless shudder that seeped into her throbbing cock when one traced over your clit was enough to make her moan as well, biting her bottom lip as her head fell back. 

"Mh .. my sweet lil' luv." 

You whimpered again, just once before sucking over the tip of it slightly and taking as much of her into your mouth as you could, feeling the girth of her throbbing against the back of your throat. Her tentacles continuing to tease and caress over you. Building the fire within you to almost unbearable height without ever giving you the friction you so desperately needed. Ripping an utterly needy moan from your body when one of her appendages slid down the slit of you. 

"Aye.. an' so wet fer me." 

She chuckled when you whimpered, wrapping her fingers in your hair as you picked up the pace of your mouth and hands a little more. Compelling one breathy moan from her body after another, feeling the width of her harden more and more against your tongue as her cock began to twitch. All of her tentacles now working together to make sure every inch of you was being teased, stimulated, tended to in some sort of way.. 

… that is, of course, every part of you except where you wanted it most. 

Your hips bucking without a second thought as you took her into the back of your throat again, feeling her moan before sucking your way back up the length of her. A profound moan ripping through her body like thunder as the fingers in your hair clenched firmly - her slick desire spilling out violently - dripping down the back of your throat and across your neck and collarbone as the orgasm swiftly took her - keeping your movements steady until every last drop was sucked from her shuddering cock. The sweet taste of her coating over your tongue and tricking down the front of you as your own desire steadily built between your legs. 

Her flushed body falling back against the couch when you finally allowed the length of her to slide from your mouth, wiping the remnants of your lover's desire from your chin. 

"Fuck, luv.. fuck.."  

"Mh.. my thoughts exactly." You replied, causing her to chuckle. 

"Next time, tho..." You added, a single golden ember looking up at you as you licked over the taste of her on your lips. ".... I expect to be get wrecked. And wrecked sufficiently." She chuckled again, only nodding once before her tentacles were back on you.

I'm just.. AHEM .. Just.. jesus fuck 😩😩😩😩😩💦 dkdhdjkskssk

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Oh gods, that Sal in the shower. Her fully clothed body rubbing against your naked one. Holding onto her and grasping onto her wet shirt.

FUCK.

Mmh.. but also.. transfem!Sal 😩 How absolutely greedy she'll be for you. Pulling her flush against you by the fabric of her collar, legs already spread eagerly. Her womanhood hard against your wet skin as she kisses you deeply, immediately making you wetter. A slight gasp across your lips as she firmly takes hold of your thigh, lifing your leg to wrap around her waist - shuddering ever so slightly as she slides the full length of her cock into you - filling you deliciously. "Mh.. my sweet lil luv." She mumurs against your lips before kissing you again, the fingers of her free hand tangling in your hair - only to deepen it. The warmth of her tongue skating over yours as she swallows each soft moan and whimper that falls from your lips. And oh, how utterly good she feels - how indulgent she tastes - her cock throbbing deep inside you with each indulgent thrust that she gifts you. The water that trickles down your bodies far passed turning cold by the time she finally allows you both to come.

aaaaaa... skdhdjsk.. 😩😩😩😩 I need this now, fuck 😩

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

I feel like Sal wouldn't mind a gf working in a strip club or so. She'd be hella supportive, standing in the first row at every bigger show and picking her up after work.

And if some dudes ever were to make fun of her a la "How does it feel knowing your girl ground herself on me?"

There'd be three replies possible. Or a combination.

"Feels good knowing yer paying our rent."

"I got eight inches, abs AND tits, hun, she ain't going anywhere."

"I'm fuckin' the gal y'all can only jerk off ter. Way I see it, my nights're better than yers."

Oh, Sal would absolutely support her partner working at any sort of job in that field, for sure!

Ahem 👀 I know I wouldnt be going anywhere 👀 djhfjdk But truly, tho 🤣🤣 .... all like "'Preicate yer helpin' pay fer our upcomin' weddin', an' all.".. 🤣🤣🤣

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Okay, but Sal waiting for you on the evening of the 24th, wrapped in ribbon Shibari with a little (or big) christmas hat on her cock.

"Early present fer ye, luv."

OOOOOOOOO... I'm.. yes.. please.. Please.. PLEASE? Ahem 😩

The small hut was dark when you got home, lit only by the splattering of Christmas lights Sal had insisted on stringing as soon as December had hit. The rich scent of fresh baked cupcakes lingering in the air forced you to let out an indulgent sigh as you made your way further into the cozy home. It didn’t take you long before you recognized the distinct outline of Sal’s firm body silhouetted in the warm glow of the Christmas tree - her toothy grin prevalent even in the low lighting of the living room. The firm lines of her muscles almost dancing under the crimson ribbon that criss crossed elequently over them, binding all of her but her arms.

You could feel your body immediately fill with heat as you closed the distance between you, you noticed the small Santa hat sitting upon the tip of her ample and ready lady cock.

“I’m.. well, hello.”

“Heh.. got a lil’ early present fer yeh, luv.”

“Little wasn’t the word I was going to use here, but sure.”

She chuckled, blushing slightly - a sight you would never grow tired of. The chilled air of the reservoir swimming through the small hut, pushing a cool breeze across your skin as you swiftly discarded the clothes from your body.

"Looks just about my size, actually.”

You added with a smirk before leaning down, taking her lips in yours. Her soft moan against them instantly making you wet. She tasted of indulgence and cupcakes, sea water and strength.. she was a force to be reckoned with - wrapped up in the softest package imaginable.

You could feel her hitched breath against the skin of your neck as you took the length of her into your hand - the hat coming off as you gave it a few generous strokes before pressing the tip against your entrance. Your fingers wrapping in her hair, tugging on it slightly as you met her with a bruising kiss, slowly lowering yourself down onto her - moaning as you slowly let your core stretch eagerly around her.

“Fuck.. yer feel so good, sweatheart.”

“Mh.. so do you, Sal.”

You kissed her again, hard, and needy - making her moan into you like it was the only thing she could do - like you were the only thing that mattered. The first roll of your hips sending jolts of pleasure straight through, making you both gasp. Her nails embedding in the soft flesh of your hips as she swiftly forced you down onto her, ripping another breathy cry from your lips. A soft growl rolling across the landscape of your neck as you moved in rhythm with her hands - each thrust quickly forcing a deep, prickling heat across your body.

Panting in unison as if you were one, as if the bites and scratches that you claimed each other with didn’t say enough. Her nails digging even deeper in as she picked up the pace, driving the length of her cock deep inside of you. And oh, how it throbbed against your walls.. how the mere feeling of it made you drip with need. And when you felt it pulse inside you, knowing she was close, you ground down even further on her, causing her to cry out.. willing her to sink her teeth deep into the flesh of your neck as her fingers came to your clit, circling quickly.

A profound clench to your core - an immense shudder - the throbbing width of her filling you with her warm desire as she forced a supremely intense orgasm to sweep across your body. Causing your eyes to roll back and your nails to dig into her back. Juices squirting down the shaft of her with each thrust as she kept her pace steady - not stopping until the last whimper fell from your lips. Your body breathless against her as she kissed the top of your head softly.

“Mh.. Merry Christmas, Sal.” You murmured into her.

“Heh.. Merry Christmas, lil’ luv.”

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FUCK.. I'M.. THANK YOU FOR THIS, DEAR! I actually really like this one came out 👀👀👀👀 dkdhsklssjsksm

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.... sucking Trans!Sal during a meeting with the other lords, under the table and hearing her try to keep her composure while you make her cum. And then wait until she's ready again only to start over again.

ALRIGHT.. SO.. I went with the second option here.. ahem.. and I'm.. well I.. fjhfkdksss.. I give to you my first ever blow job scene 😩😩😩😩 Fuck.. just.. imagining the size of Sal's cock... jdjdkssksm

With the meeting already underway, you inched yourself closer to the space between Sal's legs, feeling her jump slightly as your hand traced along the inside of her thigh. You knew this was a fantasy of hers, and you were more than determined to indulge her in it. You could hear how bored she was in her ramblings, answering one monotonous question after another until the warmth of your hand was slowly stroking over her, feeling her cock almost immediately harden against you and her legs widened. 

"Lady Moreau..  do you think.. " 

You chuckled, knowing just how much Sal hated to be called that. The button on her pants opening far too easily - and you swore you heard an utterly soft moan as the sheer size of her spilled out from the hem of it. Sal's desire already dripping from the tip as you began to firmly stroke her long shaft, delivering slow movements up and down the length of it. The indulgent feeling of it growing harder and harder in your hand as you settled yourself on your knees in front of her, pulling her pants down as far as you could without it being too noticeable. 

"Ahah.. aye.. yer were saying?" 

You smirked, relishing in the fact that she was already having a hard time paying attention, a wholly arousing hitch to her words as you traced the tip of your tongue up the underside of her cock before taking as much of it into your mouth as you could. 

"Aye.. fuck.. excuse me.." 

You could only imagine what the villagers were thinking as another light moan slipped from her lips mid sentence. Luckily for Sal - being a Lord meant that her behavior was rarely ever questioned, but you were still going to do your best to get her to break. With your hand at the base of her, stroking in succession as your neck began a slow and steady rhythm, allowing the tip of her sizeable lady cock to just barely hit the back of your throat. The taste of her arousal for you already seeping out with each pump of her shaft - every so often sucking at the tip of it - compelling a sound that from anyone else, would have people asking if she was okay. 

You made sure your chuckle forced a cool breath across her wet skin, stroking it a few times before taking her back into your eager mouth. The warmth of it encasing her, coating her a in wet heat as your tongue danced generously over her. Each word that tried to make it's way out her mouth becoming more and more halted with each exquiste suck that you gifted her. The muscles of her thighs flexing and contracting as you began to build her pleasure higher and high. Her ample  cock practically throbbing against your tongue. 

 She answered a random question with a slightly strained "I'm close." causing the villager to ask it again and you to chuckle into her. Your neck picking up it's pace as you tried to take as more and more of her into you each time with each movement that it made. Your hand firm around the base of her as you felt an immense shudder begin to roll it's way across her body - her strong thighs almost squeezing your heas as a small growl escaped from her throat. Her legs beginning to twitch as her precum seeped out even more heavily from the tip. 

"Fuck.. aye.. yeah, yer.." 

It was all you could to chase your hand up the shaft of her before sucking on her throbbing head one last time - forcing the heated juices to practically squirt out of it and down your throat as her whole body shook with a violent shudder. But oh, you didn't stop there..  you continuing to suck ...to stroke .. keeping your pace steady until the very last drop of her spilled out into your eager mouth - sufficiently cutting all coherent words from her lips. The utter silence of the villagers deafening as she let out a screamless moan, hips jerking as you sucked over her pulsating cock one last time before releasing it from your warm mouth. 

"Fuck.. thank yer, luv..." 

The villager who had been talking completely confused by her response - answering with an awkward 'you're welcome' as you slowly placed the length of her back into her pants. A deep heat spilling over you as you leaned yourself back with your head against the cooled floor beneath you - swiftly sliding three fingers into your dripping core. 

AAAAAA.. well, fuck, anon... This one definitely makes me feel some things 😩😩😩😩💦 I hope you enjoy this as much as I did 🤤🤤🤤