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demisewrites · 3 years

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Leshen/Reader Part Two

(cw: size difference, large insertions, stomach bulge, teratophilia, nonbinary monster, gender neutral reader insert, magic usage, blowjobs, fingering, onahole reader basically, consensual smut)

Months after your... interesting and private encounter with the Leshen, you looked into expanding your magic --and your body, for that matter, for the next time you run into the Leshen. It’s not like you want to run into them again during a heat, or like you think about their hard dick stretching and filling you up so much that recreating that feeling has been on your mind since that night. Absolutely not.

BUT.

If you did happen to hear that the Leshen was gone for a time, and you did happen to hear that the council would try to assassinate the Queen, again, you would graciously accept the task once more to search for the Leshen instead. Just to make sure they were ok. You would not jump at the thought and immediately volunteer yourself as tribute. Obviously. You had dignity to uphold.

You set off once more, skip in your step as you wander the palace again, trying to find that bleak hallway once more. Whether it’s because you had a set destination in mind this time or not, you quickly find yourself in that space once more. You walk up to the double doors once more, taking a deep breath to steady yourself and enter.

Like before, the Leshen is already stirring, growling growing softer when their gaze meets yours. They seem... both surprised and amused to see you again. You make a noncommittal shrug, before reaching for your supplies in your robes. You raise a hand to the Leshen, who grows stiff and growls louder when you reach into your robes, as if showing you mean no harm. Ever the keen watcher, they watch cautiously, which then turns into a curious look as you pull out some ink and a brush.

You glance towards them, noticing their stiff dick poking out. Perfect. You give them a smirk as you make a teasing remark about being ready for a round two this time. They let out a loud huff, whether in disbelief or sheer amusement, you can’t tell. Regardless, they begin towering over you as you pull off the robes, this time, taking off your underwear as well. You uncork the ink bottle and dip the brush in it, muttering arcane words as you write runes on your hips and torso. The Leshen stops a few inches away like before, watching, waiting.

The runes light a bright blue before fading into your skin. You don’t feel any different, yet you’re confident in your magic abilities. You put down the brush and strut closer to the Leshen. Their hot breath hits your face with an air of mock impatience, and you stick your tongue out at them. Your face grows red when a low chuckle rumbles out. You take a firm hold of their dick with both hands in retaliation, and their chuckle turns into a low groan.

It’s so big, you’re impressed with yourself for being able to take in most of them the first time. Sure you were sore and walked funny for the next few days, but this beast was huge. Your hands can’t close around it completely, so you settle for stroking the shaft as you take as much as the tip in your mouth. You bop your head up and down, feeling your lips stretch and wrap around the tip as much as possible.

After a few deep bops, you pull back slightly with a pop and flick the underside with your tongue. They growl, dick growing harder and leaking more as you repeat the motions.

The Leshen hunches over, a hand moving to prepare you for them. Your moan vibrates around the tip as you feel a thick finger enter you. It moves in and out with ease, and you push your ass against their hand, daring them to add more fingers. They growl a snicker, before you feel another thick finger slip in. You take a moment to moan and revel in the full feeling before returning to your task at hand.

You shudder as their fingers curl and press into a sweet spot inside you, losing your tempo. At this rate, you’ll get off from riding their fingers, but you wanted more. You pull back, still stroking their cock with a hungry look on your face. They look down on you, growling lowly as if irritated that you stopped. With a smug grin, you hoist yourself and climb up onto their large lap. Using their thick fur to cling onto and position yourself over their dick, you give them a coy grin before lowering yourself down.

Your eyes roll close, letting out a strangled moan as their cock pushes into you. The Leshen growls louder, maw falls slack, long tongue dangling out. The tips of their claws press into your thighs with great control and restraint. Some rational part of your mind that hasn’t been reverted to animalistic lust reminds you that they could kill you with a gash, and somehow it makes you clench around them sweetly. The claw dig just a bit deeper, and you’re sure it’ll leave some crescent shaped marks.

You feel your physical limits approaching, then a faint blue glow causes you to open your eyes. Growing confident, you push down further, breath hitching as you see yourself fully sheathing their length. You think you see them twitch inside of you through the prominent bulge their cock created. You feel so full, so good, and the look on the Leshen’s face when seeing you take them completely makes your months of preparation worth it. Your smugness grows, rolling your hips best you can, showing that you came prepared this time.

Your eyes widen and you let out a loud wail as they snap their hip sharply into yours. You try to retort with a “fuck you” when the Leshen barks out a smug laugh, but each powerful thrust of their hips steals your breath away. The noises you make are ones you never thought you could make; animalistic groans and wails that echo throughout their chambers. You barely even register the Leshen’s low hushed words, and you barely have time to ask if they said anything before the thrusts become faster and rougher.

Like the first time, overstimulated tears of ecstasy fill the corner of your eyes as you fall limp, limbs feeling like liquid jelly. The Leshen is more than strong enough to keep you upright. You loudly whine as they let out a low chuckle at your thoroughly fucked-daze state. Not that they let up though.

Your mind snaps back into reality as you feel their position shift, somewhat surprised to see the Leshen laying back, reclined and holding you upright in a lazy one-handed grip. You didn't even know they could lay back with their shell on their back, but you notice a familiar pink shade underneath. You feel silly for not noticing what seems to be a large cushion underneath them, most likely courtesy of the Queen. She would have gone through great lengths to ensure the comfort of her own personal guard, just as she did with her subjects.

Your musings get shoved back by lust as the Leshen’s grip tightens around you and restarts their rough pace. You hardly have time to let out a shout as you feel your orgasm hit you hard, white stars filling your vision. The way their maw is snapping and how low their growls are becoming, you think theirs is quickly approaching too.

An impish grin grows on your face, and using the last bit of energy you have left, you do your best to roll your hips and clench around their cock. They give you a hazy glare and you return with the best innocent wink you can muster, though you don’t need a mirror to know that you looked absolutely wrecked. Their pace grows faster, wilder, and you feel that tight coil beginning to wind back up, still oversensitive from your previous orgasm.

The wild, obscene pace causes you to start moaning and babbling incoherently, unable to catch your breath and feel so charged and full and so good. You think you even hear yourself begging for release, for more, for them. Your dignity will admonish you later, but your mind is so far gone, you can’t muster up an inkling of caring. Their steely black eyes seem to be completely locked onto you, and you can’t look away.

The next few thrusts makes you swear that your soul has ascended to the Celestial Realm. They thrust with such power, such fervor and vigor, you cry out and sob, trembling and shaking with your second orgasm hitting you even harder than the last one. You’d arch your back if you could, but their strong paws and rigidly hard cock is keeping you from moving.

With a powerful snarl, they slam their hips into you so hard, your entire body rattles from the force. You make a rather salacious sound that you’ll groan from embarrassment later, and have a mini orgasm from that alone. You shudder out a moan as you feel their dick twitch inside of you, a hot warmth beginning to fill you. You don’t remember this part from the last time, being so thoroughly fucked out of your mind and sheer spite keeping you from blacking out from pleasure again. You glance down and watch in awe as they release inside of you, not only feeling but seeing your stomach bulge grow in size with hot cum. How much cum is inside of you now, you wonder hazily.

They pull out of you, or rather, pull you off like a sleeve. You tremble as their cock pops out of you, feeling empty and overflowing. They chuckle deeply at how positively fucked silly you are, and you’re too tired to give a shit. You think you hear them mention a next time before weariness overtakes you.

Next time, you mumble.

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demisewrites · 4 years

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Kinktober Combo #9/27

Stomach Bulge/Breeding

(cw: size difference, large insertions, stomach bulge, teratophilia, nonbinary monster, gender neutral reader insert, mild mentions of death and murder attempts, onahole reader basically, smut)

It was simply being at the wrong place at the wrong time. The council had caught wind that the Queen’s guard dog, the Leshen, hadn’t been seen for a while and that it was the perfect time to try to kill the Queen, yet again. Despite you not caring about the petty politics of the Court and just wanting to get home for dinner, you still found yourself roped into the schemes of the Queen’s opponents.

The plan was... well, extremely banal and uninspired, you think boredly, and even worse was how they chose who to send for the “assassination”. Bemoaning your luck at pulling out the shortest stick, you half-heartedly drag yourself to the Queen’s room to do a half-assed attempt on her life. If the Leshen was truly away, your chances at surviving skyrocketed, since the Queen was well known for her benevolence and lack of violence. Maybe you could still get home in time for dinner, with some of her special cupcakes.

...Shit, where was her room again? You look around and you find yourself in an unknown hallway within the palace. The palace was known for shifting and changing continuously, but even this was... unfamiliar to you. You’ve been in the Council for about a decade and this decor did not match the Queen’s tastes. It was much darker and bleak, a large contrast to her bright and cheery choices in color. To your dismay, you also notice the lack of exit behind you, only a set of large double doors at the far end in front of you.

Steeling yourself, you press forward, determined to get this over with and swing the heavy doors open.

You’ve seen the Leshen before, a large and terrifying looking creature from the Shadowfell. Sharp and rigid exposed skull surrounded by wide, thick antlers and thick fur. Their frame seemingly always hunching, though you’re not sure if it’s because of the turtle-like shell on their back or because every ceiling is too low for them. Their clawed paws make a heavy thud with each step, muscular arms flexing at their side, carefully watching with their steely black eyes, assessing your every movement. Despite being called a guard dog by everyone in the council, the Leshen is also known by their other job title, one that they are extremely good at: the Executioner. They’re even more terrifying to encounter without the presence of the Queen to help ease any tension.

You know you aren’t the shortest member of the council, but even so, the Leshen towers over everyone, even the Queen. Their eyes are fixed to yours, and you find yourself unable to move or speak. A low rumbling growl emits from their chest as their heavy footsteps approach. You quickly start racking your brain for an apology, for something, anything to try and convince this monstrosity to spare your life.

Then your stammering trails off into a surprised whimper as you notice a large, leaking appendage sticking out between the Leshen’s legs. It doesn’t take a genius to realize the real reason why they had not been seen for some time. Your entire body is frozen in place, mind screaming to turn back. And yet, your eyes can’t tear away from the large cock, a heat beginning to build up in the pit of your stomach.

The Leshen stops, tilting their head curiously, hot breath hitting your face. You stare wide-eyed, mouth agape. You squeak out an apology, eyes darting from their face to their crotch. You think you hear them laugh under their breath, amused by your reaction. The Leshen was one of very few words, if any, and yet the amused chuckle made your heart and stomach do a flip. They hunch down slightly, moving their massive hand towards you. You screw your eyes shut, thinking that this is it. But it never comes.

You open an eye and their hand is lightly around you, just a few inches away from grabbing you completely. They are staring expectedly at you, waiting patiently. Why aren’t they killing you yet? You’ve seen how quick the Leshen can be, despite their mass. Is they waiting to see what you do? Playing with their prey before they rip you apart? Their hot breath hits your face again, like they’re huffing at you. It clicks as your eyes dart to their bulge again. They’re asking if you want to...

You bite the bottom of your lip, the heat growing as the arousal becomes more unbearable. It’s not like the Leshen wasn’t a handsome creature to you, and it's not like you never thought what it must be like underneath such a massive beast. You have the choice to run or accept. Despite knowing what they can do, you also get the feeling that if you choose to run, they won’t give chase. Fuck it, you think. Taking a shaky breath, you look up and nod decisively, shrugging off your day robes.

You gasp instinctively as the hand closes around your now bare waist and hoists you up. You watch as a long thick tongue slips from between the sharp bony teeth and start dragging it across your chest, licking the flesh underneath. You surprise yourself with a sweet moan that slips between your lips as the tip of the tongue flicks the sensitive nubs on your chest. The Leshen seems almost pleased with themself, and you resist the urge to stick your tongue out at them. You shiver and close your eyes as you feel the slippery tongue trail further down, mewling as it slithers past sensitive areas. There’s a tear and you whine as you notice your now torn underwear dangling from the Leshen’s sharp teeth and being tossed aside.

Your legs dangle like a doll as the Leshen brings you closer to their maw, tongue prodding your entrance before slipping in. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think they had just stuck a dick inside. You squirm and moan, feeling it squirm inside deeper and deeper. You lay a hand on the top of their nosebone, mewling with each thrust of their tongue. Even now, the Leshen has the nerve to chuckle at you, and this time you do stick your tongue out defiantly.

Their tongue moves faster inside, your hips rolling up to meet with each thrust. They growl, sending muted vibrations into you with each rumble and you jolt slightly from the heightened sensations. You weakly tap on their snout, feeling your release quickly coming. It stops moving and slowly pulls out, slithering back into their maw. Hunching over slightly to catch your breath, they lower you back down, moving their grip from your waist to your legs. It was really your thighs, but their paws are so massive, it engulfs your thighs and most of your calves. Your breath hitches as the large dick is prodding your entrance now, slick and hard.

Gods, so thick! Your thighs quake and tremble as the tip pushes through, hot dick threatening to split you in half and feeling so full. You whimper out a loud moan, seeing a raised bulge forming and growing around your lower torso. They push in slowly inch by inch, and even with this sluggish pace, the feeling of them impaling you with their monstrous cock is enough to feel yourself clenching and shuddering out as you cum. If this is how the Leshen was planning on killing you, then by gods, it was an amazing death.

You cling onto their fur, overstimulated tears stinging at the corner of your eyes. With slippery slickness covering your inner thighs and their fur, they slowly start bouncing you, growling lowly every time you clench ever so tighter around their cock. You can feel your body stretching to accommodate the large dick, gasping and groaning with each deep thrust. With a bit of magic, you hazily think, you can take it completely. There’s no way you’d be able to concentrate long enough, especially in this state.

Now adjusted to their size, you roll your hips slightly, hoping the Leshen understands what you’re asking for. They stop, loosening their grip and looking at you with an expressionless look. You huff slightly, cheeks reddening as you stammer out what you want. You’re not as delicate as you look, you say, they can be rougher. You squirm underneath their intense gaze, nearly yelping out in surprise when they suddenly tighten their grip again and pull you off their lap.

The apology in your throat dies in a strangled moan as they reposition you to pull your legs up to your shoulder to a folded position, tight enough to hold your body with one massive hand. You can barely throw your head back as they enter you once more, the position making it feel like they’re in deeper. Your garbled cries to the gods become screaming moans the instant they start thrusting into you again, much faster and deeper than before. Your mind goes blank with white hot pleasure when you feel them press against your sweet spot. You’re vaguely aware that you came harder this time, and some of it had dripped onto the stone floor below. The Leshen purrs in delight, heavy breaths growing heavier and hotter.

You’re barely able to catch your breath before each powerful thrust, screwing your eyes shut and mind going numb with pleasure. You think you try to say something, but it comes out as moaning warbles. Their long tongue dangles from their maw, roughly grunting and growling with each thrust. Their cock is too big, so big. There’s no way they can fit it all in. Even the amount they’re able to fit in was pushing you to your breaking point. All you can do to cry out and ride out each white-hot orgasm.

Your eyes feel heavy and you groan as the bright light hits your face. The smell of warm fresh bread is the next thing to hit your senses. You try to sit up but go perfectly still as you feel fur all around you, realizing that the massive body of the Leshen was wrapped around you in a makeshift bed. You trace the massive hand print around your waist, realizing that you should be much stickier than you actually are. Did the Leshen clean you up? The door creaks open, and the ram skull of the Queen pops into view. You instantly move to cover yourself and make yourself decent for her.

“Good morning! Well, it’s actually midnight. I just came in to drop off some snacks for you two.” She holds up a plate of meatpies and fresh cookies with what you believe is a wide smile. You try to explain yourself, but she simply waves you off and pats your head like a child. Whether she knew what had transpired before, you had no idea.

“You should eat up! I healed up as much as I could, the rest is up to your body! I had a servant wash your robes as well! A shame about your underwear though...” No, she absolutely knew. Mortified, you stuff your mouth with her food.

The next council meeting, you still feel mortified, and yet can’t help but to squirm when the Leshen enters in, growling at the other council members. They pause as they pass you, flicks you with their tail before continuing. You’re more thankful for the stupidity of the councilmember who attempted to kill the Queen at that very moment, slowly sinking in your seat from arousal and embarassment without anyone else giving that interaction a second thought as they were busy running away from the rampaging Leshen.

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demisewrites · 4 years

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Kinktober #8

Glory Hole

(cw: teratophilia, public bathroom, mentions of alcohol, strangers having sex, mlm, modern AU)

Author’s Note: this is a fan fiction based on the teratophilia podcast, Fuck Humans. Pairing: Bask/Angel. Dedicating this to all the lovely people in the FH discord!

The idea of having random sex in a public bathroon in a crowded bar would have made Bask cringe, and he still did, to some extent. Yet, he couldn’t deny that the idea was a little hot.

Mentioning this to Asmodeus and Cheri while out for drinks, however, was a mistake on his part. They kept badgering him about “getting loose”, “you’re only 25 once, live a little, Bask!” and “You know, I do know a few bars you could do it at!”. Excusing himself to go to the bathroom for SOME peace and quiet, he sighs heavily as the stall door closes. Luckily, the music outside seems to be blocked by the door and the bathroom seemed clean enough for now. He slumps forward against the door, horned forehead thumping against the surface. Bask hadn’t had a lot to drink, but there was a pleasant buzz strumming throughout his body. He should go home soon, he thinks, besides, he has work in the morning even if it is just housework.

He gets a jolt of shock as he hears the outside door open suddenly, the loud music filling the bathroom before getting cut off as the door slams closed. Someone huffs angrily before storming into the stall next to Bask. The person seems to be muttering under his breath, clearly distressed by something. Bask stands still, debating whether he should leave as quickly as possible, before small sniffles start echoing from the other stall. ‘Is he... crying?’ thought Bask.

Against his better judgement, he clears his throat. “Are you ok?” he asks gently.

“H-Holy shit?! Y-You...! How long have you been there for?” the sniffles stop yet the angry voice wavers with emotion still.

“A while,” Bask admitted, “I was here before you came in. Are you ok? Do you need to call someone?”

A loud huff. “No! I’m... fine,” the voice grumbles, “just peachy.” Then a bit lower. “Besides, what do you care? I’m just some stranger crying in the bathroom.”

“Well... I just thought I’d ask...” Bask said awkwardly. He stood there for a moment, before reaching for the door. The voice sniffles again then sighs.

“No, no, you’re... I’m just being an asshole... “ the voice mumbles followed by a soft thump against the stall barrier, “just having a really shitty night...”

Bask stays and finds out that he, a human named Angel, had been humiliated by a date before he had stormed into the bathroom. He thought his date with another human had been going great until he found out that they had been using Angel to make his ex-partner, the bartender, jealous. They speak for a while, with the stall barrier between them, sharing vague information about each other as they were just passing strangers.

Angel sighs. “I’m probably keeping you from your friends. You should go.” Bask chuckles softly. “It’s fine, I’d rather sit here than going back to a list of bathrooms with glory holes.”

A choked, embarrassed laugh. “O-oh! Well... I hate to break it to you... you should probably look down.” Bask raises a brow before looking down.

There, between the barrier the two have been talking through, is a clean cut glory hole.

Bask groans in embarrassment, feeling his body flush with heat. There was a joke to be made about cruel fate here. Angel laughs, and it makes Bask’s heart skip a beat.

“I mean... it’s not the worst thing I’ve done... and you did just sit in a cramped stall listening to my pitiful ass crying over an asshole,” Angel says suggestively, “...and you sound kinda... hot.” Bask balks, totally not expecting that. “And, I’m not just like... saying that. You are probably one of the nicest guys I’ve met in a long time. I wouldn’t mind to, you know....”

A beat of silence passes before Angel starts stammering. “Shit, did I make it awkward? J-just forget I said anything...!”

“...I wouldn’t mind either,” Bask says before he has time to rethink his decision.

“I- wait, really?”

“...If you were... being serious, then yes.”

There’s another beat of silence before there’s some shuffling on the other side. “Well, then let’s see what you’re packing~” Bask can almost hear the smirk in Angel’s voice. Almost comically, tanned fingers poke out of Bask’s side of the glory hole, wriggling around to try to feel for something. He can’t help but laugh at the sheer comedy of it. Still, he doesn’t take long to unzip his pants and move closer to the wall.

The warm fingers press against the front of Bask’s boxers, feeling up the growing bulge beginning to strain against the cloth. Angel gasps lightly, unable to stop himself from squeaking out, “Y-You’re so big, what the fuck?! No fair...” Bask laughs to himself, his surprised comment somewhat endearing to him. “You wanted to see what I’m packing.”

“Yeah, and I didn’t think it was a whole ass rocket launcher!” Angel huffs, “j-just get it in here already!” Pulling down his briefs, hissing lightly at the cool air hitting his half-erection, Bask strokes himself a few times before threading it through the hole. Warm palms wrap around the shaft, caressing as it twitches in the firm grip. He groans deeply, any lingering embarrassment about the situation shoved to the back of his mind. His knees buckle slightly at the shock of feeling a slick warm tongue lap at the tender head, flicking at the underside and swirling at the tip.

“Gods, your tongue...” Bask pants, arousal making his mind go hazy with nothing but the thought of Angel. He lets out a rumbling moan as Angel takes him into his mouth, slowly bobbing up and down the shaft. Angel strains to take in as much as he could, though Bask is much bigger than anything he had taken in recently. The thought of taking this beast completely inside made his own erection twitch within his pants. Angel lets go of his dick with a loud pop, smirking as he hears Bask groan with a “Fuck...”

Bask’s brows shoot up to the sky as he hears the sound of clothes rustling in Angel’s stall. “What are you...”

“Hey, do you have any condoms? I mean, you’re cool and all, but we did just meet, you know...”

“...I do,” Bask replies awkwardly, remembering that Cheri had slipped in some cherry flavored ones. “Just in case,” she winked as he sighed in defeat. He pulls back, waddling awkwardly to dig out a condom from his pocket. He fumbles with the packaging as soft moaning comes from the other side. Angel may be a bit too eager with his fingering to do a proper job, but it’s not like this is his first time at the rodeo.

Bask threads his dick through the hole once more, now encased in a bright red condom. Angel snorts a bit. “Cherry flavored?” he teases. Bask grumbles out, “a friend gave it to me.” A laugh, the same one that made the dragon’s heart skip a beat. “Well, they have good taste, I’ll give them that.”

There’s a sharp inhale as Bask feels the tip prod against something and slowly slide into a suffocating warmth. Both let out shaky moans and curses, Angel slowly letting himself get adjusted to the large size. Angel groans in frustration, feeling the stall wall stopping him from completely taking in the full length. “B-Bask, you can move now.” There’s another sharp inhale as Bask pulls his hips slightly, and a loud moan as he snaps it back in.

Though the wall between them stopped their bodies from connecting, the creaking and rattling of the stalls mixing with the sounds of their moans and grunting made everything much sexier. Bask steadies himself by placing his hands on opposite ends of the stall, wishing that it was Angel’s body he could hold onto instead. Angel on the other side, was desperately trying to push himself back against the wall to take Bask in deeper, wishing that there wasn’t a wall between them.

Bask’s movement grows faster and deeper, and Angel presses his hands against the opposite wall, throwing his head back and arching his back with every thrust. He starts moaning out Bask’s name, breathlessly at first, then growing to a chant. His ass might be sore tomorrow, but gods if he wasn’t enjoying himself right now. He hoped Bask was too.

“B-Bask! I’m- fuck!” Bask grunts out Angel’s name as he feels him clenched tightly around his cock. The stall walls rattle with the force of his last thrust before he cums.

“T-That was...”

“...Indeed...”

They laugh quietly. Bask pulls back to clean himself up and allow Angel to recompose himself.

Just then, the outside door slams open. “WHO locked the DAMN door?! There are PAYING customers that have been waiting for HOURS!” a shrill angry voice boomed. Bask and Angel quickly stuff their clothes back on. “S-Sorry, I was taking a big shit...” Angel squeaks out.

“...Ugh, it does smell. Well, FINE! Just hurry it up!” the door closes shut once more. “...I um... I should probably...”

“Yeah, we should...”

The door locks click and slowly creak open as the two step out of the stalls. They stare at each other, breaths taken back by seeing each other for the first time. No wonder he was bigger than anything he ever had, Angel thought, because he’s only ever been with other humans, not a monster. Bask can’t help but think that Angel’s name suits him. He was stunning, almost angelic to him.

“Um... It was nice to meet you... and your uh... dick,” Angel says awkwardly. “Same... You and... your ass, I mean...”

“...We should probably wash our hands.”

“...That’s probably, yes.”

‘Fuck it,’ thought Bask, thought just as he opens his mouth to ask, Angel beats him to it.

“Do you... wanna get out of here and grab a coffee somewhere?”

“...I would like that.”

#my writing #cw in the summary #kinktober 2020 #fanfiction #fuck humans #fuck humans fanfic

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more lewds between ael/dander and lieron.

cw: bdsm, humiliation/praise kink, aftercare included

he struggles against his binds, muffled words trying to reach out to lieron, who was busying looking through the assortment of toys. the vibrating ring around his dick was making it hard to be mad at him for taking too long. he curves his back, whining at the sensation.

"patience," lieron murmurs, turning towards them to smack their pale ass roughly. they moan loudly. "you'll be rewarded soon enough." he whines, wanting to be filled already. once, those words would have filled him with dread. words that were once used as a way to get him to do as he was told to avoid pain. from lieron, his lieron, those words took on a different meaning, one that was pleasant and blissful.

he groans against the gag as the beads are pushed in one by one, sensitivity increased from the edging he was getting from the ring. it wasn't enough to make him cum yet. he whines as the last bead is inserted. lieron slowly pulls the beads out, earning a drawn out groan from them, then presses them back in. "your ass is so greedy... I wonder how many more I can fit in there...?"

they shudder. it was no secret they enjoyed dirty talk, dander usually with the degradation. aelrindel typically enjoyed the praise. lieron somehow managed to find a balance between their preferences, causing the two to arch their back and wiggle their ass best they can. he moans sweetly as their ass is smacked again.

"you want me to test it? you really enjoy this, don't you...?" lieron teases with another smack. "my beautiful brat... I'll take care of you." he presses the last bead in and leaves it there while he goes to pick up the next toy. a simple, smooth, glass wand. he picks up the lube and slicks it up with it before tossing the bottle off to the side.

they whine loudly as the wand enters them, stretching them and pressing against his walls with the beads inside. lieron pushes it all the way to the hilt, giving it a light wriggle. “that’s two. i think you need more, beautiful...” he nods quickly.

he picks up another beaded toy, not as big as the first one, but he moans just as sweetly as before when lieron presses the beads in. his ass feels amazing. he tries rutting his hips, trying to find friction and groaning as the toys press against him. his eyes rolls back with a muffled "fuck" when lieron shoves another beaded toy into him. it was starting to stretch him out deliciously painfully, dick leaking even more underneath him. there's drool starting to leak around the gag as it pools in his mouth.

"that's four." he moans loudly when his ass is smacked roughly. "let's see if five is your limit." his breath hitches, ass clenching around the toys inside. "come on, I believe in you..." he nearly cums when he feels lieron palm his dick. asshole wasn't giving him the friction he needed to push him over yet. he huffs a whine.

he feels more lube get poured on his ass and hums pleasantly as its massaged into him. lieron's thicker, calloused fingers stretching and scissoring into him to spread the lube more. he tried to push them deeper by jerking his hips back, but whines in protest as his fingers recede. then comes the prodding of the next toy. he arches his back, dick twitching, as the toys inside shift and press against each other to make room for the fifth one, a thicker dildo shaped one.

overestimulated induced tears mix with the trails of drool on his cheeks, panting roughly and twitching from how good everything feels and yet being unable to cum. "you look so beautiful like this... so blissfully slutty." they shudder, clenching tightly around the toys. they want to be touched, to get filled by him already.

"keep them all in. that's a good boy." his eyes roll open as he feels lieron caress his cheek before taking off the gag from his mouth, gasping loudly. without the gag on, he immediately goes in begging, "lieron, please, fuck, just let me cum, we can't, please please, fuck us already-"

he lets out a throaty moan as lieron grips the back of his head and pulls his hair. he moans sweetly as lieron's heavy dick gets shoved into his mouth. well he did get asked to get fucked...

he does his best to keep his jaw loose, sticking his tongue out to lap up the underside of his dick best he can, earning quiet grunts and loud groans from lieron. the vibrations from the cock ring starts to increase, quickly bringing him to the edge. screwing his eyes shut, his hips rutting wildly in the air, moans coming in high pitched and long. lieron shoves his dick as deep down his throat as he can, growling at him. "hold it. don't cum yet."

his hips gyrate still, vibrations on max speed. he gags slightly, quickly recovering and looks up at lieron pleadingly. he lets out a few whiny moans, hardly able to move his tongue to try to appeal to him.

still balls deep in his mouth, lieron reaches over, gripping the base of the dildo and wriggles it inside of him, making him groan. "hold it..." he thrusts his hips, timing it with the wriggles of the toy. his panting come in quicker, toes curling.

he moans loudly around lieron, ass clamping down on the toys and cumming hard, body spasming from the hour long edging. lieron tsks in mock disappointment, before fucking into his mouth roughly and quickly to build himself up and pulling out right as he cums. he pulls out, holding his head back to release on his face. he breathily moans, then whines as the vibrations stop and is let go, landing on his face with an "oof".

lieron pants quietly, winding down from his dominant person before working to carefully take out the toys from him. he mewls, still over sensitive from the hour long edging and play. lieron wipes off his face, despite his soft whines of protests. "you have to leave it on me, darling. that's the point~"

"I'm not leaving you like that," he huffs, getting to work on releasing him from the bindings, "let me take care of you."

he sighs lightly. dander may be kinky, but aelrindel appreciates the aftercare. "...can we cuddle?" he asks quietly once he's untied. asking for things were still hard, but seeing lieron smiles softly and nod helped his anxiety go down.

"...yeah, come here..." ael quietly shifts into lieron's embrace, a pleased sigh as he places a kiss on ael's forehead.

"...I'll get to six toys in no time~"

"mhm... first, cuddles."

#smut #mlm #aftercare

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teh lewd between ael and leiron ewe

aelrindel presses himself against lieron, not wanting to break away from him. not that lieron wanted to either. this was much better than any dream he had of this moment. even with tear-streaked cheeks, it is much sweeter than any kiss he’s ever received. the back of leiron’s legs hits the bed and they both go tumbling down.

“o-oh, ouch... ael, you-” lieron gets cut off by another deep kiss from aelrindel. he shifts, fully straddling his lap. he moans quietly, pleased at feeling lieron growing hard underneath him.

“wait, ael,” lieron tilts his head to the side, breaking away from the kiss with a gasp, “we don’t have to if you don’t...” it’s hard to focus when ael is biting and licking at his neck. “...don’t want to... fuck...,” he groans lowly.

aelrindel grinds his hips down against lieron, smirking against his neck as he gets another low moan from him. “you clearly want to. and i clearly want to.” he pauses then sits up suddenly, all playfulness gone away.

“...you... do want to... don’t you...?” he asks nervously.

“no! i mean, yes! i do! fuck, of course i want to. i was just... i don’t want you to feel like you need to because of me,” lieron gives him a crooked smile, “we can always go back to your friend. we only go as far as you want to.”

“...you’re giving us mixed signals, darling.”

“...dander?”

dander flashes a grin. “don’t worry, ael is still here~ we’re a two-for-one deal.”

“we’re just very confused...”

“so, darling, we want to~ but we don’t know if you actually want to. tell us. all. of. your. desires~” dander nips lieron’s neck playfully, and giggles as he makes him groan in pleasure.

“...you. fuck... all of you...” at this point, lieron is taking a gamble at telling them what he wants, but he’s waited for 50 years for this chance.

their icy blue eyes soften with emotion. they gasp lightly and press their lips against his once more. their kisses turn more passionate and deeper, grinding their hips down harder, moaning and groaning against each other.

“...what else? what else have you imagined with me...?” aelrindel murmurs in between kisses. what hasn’t he imagined with aelrindel...

“...you riding me... usually...” lieron admits. aelrindel shudders lightly, the admission going straight to his dick. he kisses lieron one more time before straighten up, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. “help me out of these...?” he tugs at his clothes. lieron thinks he’s died and gone to heaven.

lieron sits up slightly, helping aelrindel out of his shirt, kissing and nipping at the now bare, smooth chest in front of him. ael mewls, back curving forward to meet each kiss. lieron’s rough hands brush against his pierced nipples, making his hips buck and moans loudly. lieron shudders and leans down to lick and suck at the sensitive areas, making aelrindel cry out. the pleasure he felt was immeasureable. “lieron...” he breathes out.

he tosses ael’s shirt off to the side, taking a moment to gaze at the pale elf’s chest. he notices the large scar across his chest, and his anger spikes, thinking that *he* inflicted it on his dear aelrindel. lieron kisses the scar lightly before returning to lick and suck on his nipples, wanting to make ael forget everything about *him*.

aelrindel moans sweetly and feels himself beginning to leak with precum. dander wants to rush it, but aelrindel wants to savor it, even if they both want to just ride lieron until they’re both exhausted. the thought of *him* is completely non-existent. only lieron, and lieron alone fills his mind.

he whines softly, wanting his pants off. lieron unbuttons and unzips his tight leather pants, dick springing out as dander “conveniently” forgot to wear underwear. lieron softly chuckles as aelrindel’s face turns bright red. “haven’t seen this in a long time...” lieron teases before rubbing the tip. aelrindel whines louder, bucking his hips.

“lieron,” aelrindel pants. he wants more. but... old memories of being punished for asking for certain things begin to surface.

touch me. taste me. savor me.

“tell me what you want...” lieron softly says, caressing his face. “anything and everything... just tell me...”

“touch... taste... everything... i want it all” aelrindel whispers back.

lieron growls lightly, taking ael’s request as permission to explore his body entirely. he shudders as ael cries out, every sensation feeling brand new and pleasant. they only gave each other handjobs and experimental kisses when they were younger, but this... gods, how much lieron wanted this. how long lieron has wanted to run his hands across aelrindel’s milky white chest, to make him writhe and shudder in pleasure. he wanted him to himself... but he knew he couldn’t contain the whirlwind that was aelrindel and dander.

“...hold on for a sec... i need to take off your trousers,” lieron pants. aelrindel shudder. lieron didn’t mean it as a command, but it still causes him to comply, slowly rolling over and spreading his legs for easy removal.

“fuck... aelrindel... you’re so... fucking beautiful...” he murmurs, rolling over to lay on top of the pale elf. aelrindel closes his eyes. “...no, i’m... i’m not,” he feels the tears pricking at his eyes. to his surprise. lieron peppers kisses on his face.

“you always were... and you always will be, to me...” lieron murmurs, kissing his forehead. aelrindel shudders, this time from the onslaught of emotions.

“...lieron, if you don’t take us now, we will be deeply disappointed.”

he jerks in surprise. “aelly won’t say, so i will, darling. there’s another who loves me unconditionally,” dander murmurs, uncharacteristically quiet, “but you, you love aelly unconditionally. and that’s what we want for him.

“...i’ve always loved you... but... i was never good enough...”

“...no, i was just an idiot...:

lieron nips his neck, making aelrindel yelp. “never an idiot. let me take care of you...” he shudders and nods.

lieron helps him out of his pants, now fully naked. his scarred body in full view. his dick twitching, expectedly, waiting.

he groans, dick twitching. “gods, aelrindel... you’re so... beautiful. lieron shifts and takes him completely into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down. ael whines, eyes fluttering. “lieron... fuck....”

he watches all of his reactions, and the ones that hold the most promise, he repeats the motion. he glances back into his pale blue eyes, sucking and licking deeply at his cock. aelrindel cries out and moans loudly, unsure of how much more he can take. his eyes are half-lidded, ass completely ready to take lieron’s dick.

“...fuck, lieron, fuck us... fuck me... just... take us. right now. “ they moan.

usually, this is when his dreams would end. straightening his back and quickly removing his own clothes, lieron is relieved to find aelrindel still there, looking at him with lust and... shoving two fingers into himself, a catlike grin on his face as he starts preparing himself for lieron. aelrindel moans softly, pumping his fingers in and out, spreading his legs wider to give lieron a good view of him fucking himself. he definitely thinks he’s died and gone to heaven.

“ enjoying the show? we can’t do this on our own, darling~” dander mewls, “bet you’d feel much better than our own hand~” their breath hitches excitedly as they feel lieron remove their hand and feel his thicker fingers prodding their entrance. they groan in pleasure as the fingers enter, bucking their hips to get him to go deeper.

his other hand trails up their leg and massages the inner thigh as he wriggles and prods, making sure to prepare them fully. aelrindel arches his back and lets out a sweet moan as he feels lieron brush against his prostrate. he bucks his hips into his fingers a few times before breathing out a quiet “wait.”

“...lay down. you wanted me to ride you.” lieron shivers, dick twitching in anticipation.

he feels his heart ready to burst out of his chest as he lays back down on the bed, aelrindel moving to straddle him. he hovers over, getting into position, then slowly sinks himself onto lieron’s dick, gasping and moaning as he feels himself getting filled. lieron tries his best to not start rutting into ael, letting him take his time, but, fuck, it felt so good. he throws his head back, groaning lowly.

ael waits for a moment before starting to bounce up and down, placing his palms on lieron’s muscular chest to steady himself. he closes his eyes, mewling and moaning as he rides lieron to his heart’s content. he feels his rough hands grip his hips tightly. he knows lieron is trying to hold back. he leans back a bit to give him a better view of his dick entering in and out of him.

“you don’t have to hold back... i told you i wanted all of you.”

he nearly wails out a moan when lieron snaps his hips up into aelrindel, dick weeping with precum. “fuck, ael...” lieron grunts, thrusting up into him. ael tries to meet his thrusts, heat beginning to quickly build up inside of him. the sound of flesh slapping and their loud moans beginning to fill the room.

“l-lieron...! fuck, yes...!” ael cries out, the pleasure too great. they should have done this ages ago. lieron growls, losing all restraint and focusing on making aelrindel cry out his name even more.

ael starts to chant lieron’s name as if it were a prayer, growing closer and closer to the edge. he thinks it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. his beautiful ael, cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded with lust, moaning out his name in bliss. he feels ael clench faster around him before ael screams out one last time, dick spurting out his release onto lieron’s chest.

that sight alone causes lieron to thrust up into ael deeply and roughly, cumming deep inside of the smaller elf. aelrindel whimpers softly, slumping down onto lieron’s chest, not caring about the sticky mess between them. they pant heavily, staring dazed at each other before ael shifts closer to kiss lieron deeply once more. lieron sighs into the kiss, wrapping his arms around ael.

theodred can wait. they can go for one more round...

#smut #mlm

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tw: mentions of past abuse, slight lewds

lieron is screaming internally. why did he take aelrindel by the hand, take him up the stairs and to his room? now they both stood there, aelrindel in one corner while he stood in the opposite corner, staring at each other. what should he say? what should he do? he opens his mouth, then shuts it closed. what was he going to say.

“ael-“

“lie-“

they stare at each other again.

then, aelrindel sighs deeply. “...lieron, i don’t know what to say exactly. i don’t even know why i agreed to come meet with you. i’m not... the same person you knew back then.”

lieron’s heart sinks. rejection, again. “...i’m not the same either, ael. i just thought... well, theodred sort of creeps me out so i thought bringing you here would help...” he tries to shrug it off. it was 50 years, why did it still hurt?

aelrindel chuckles softly. “...theodred has that effect on people, yes. despite that, he’s good at his job. and... i didn’t mean that you were the same. it’s just...” he frowns, “...well, you met dander. and... i can’t offer you anything you wanted, or need.”

“...dander is alright. surprising but he’s... charming...” he shrugs, then in a softer voice, “you can’t say you have nothing to offer... you’re... you.” beautiful, graceful, ambitious, everything lieron was not and everything he loved about aelrindel.

“...everything i was... it’s gone. this,” aelrindel gestures to himself, “is all that’s left. a husk. *he* made sure of that.”

lieron grits his teeth and growls. “he was a fucking bastard, and i should have caved his face in when i had the chance.”

“i would have hated you for it.” aelrindel gives him a mournful smile, or at least, what he thinks mournful feels like. he notices lieron’s anger falter and is replaced with regret. “there’s nothing you could have done. i was... well, an idiot.”

“you’re not...” lieron stops in place, noticing how aelrindel shrinks back into his corner when lieron steps forward, ready to march up to him and talk some sense into him. he feels his heart ache seeing someone who used to stand so proud and tall, his best friend, react to him like this.

“...ael, im not... you know i wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. i’m gonna... can i come closer to you? is that ok?”

aelrindel slowly nods. of course lieron would never do anything to hurt him... it was just instinct at this point... that’s why dander took charge most of the time. lieron slowly approaches him, stopping a few feet from him.

“...ael, you’re not an idiot. you’re the smartest, most amazing person i ever met. he... he manipulated you, a-and abused... none of it was your fault.”

aelrindel snorts. “i should have-”

“there’s always going to be should haves and could haves,” lieron retorts, “i should have fought harder, i could have contacted your parents and have them take you away from him, we should have known better... but... ael... we were young, still practically kids. he was the adult and he took advantage of you.”

“I was smarter than that!” ael snaps, “i was supposed to be smarter than that and i still fell for it! and i got left with nothing!”

“and you’re still here! you’re here, and you have a butler! who is a little creepy, but it’s obvious he also cares about you. you’re here, and... i still...” lieron snaps his mouth shut.

“still what? care for me? love me?” aelrindel scoffs, shaking his head. “...you shouldn’t. no one should.”

“...the funny thing about that... is you can’t just... will those feelings away... not when you’ve had them for a long time,” lieron mutters. aelrindel freezes.

“...we were best friends, still are, if you’ll still have me... we both changed, it’s dumb to think that we’re the same kids from before. seeing you today... i thought i was over my crush, but the truth is, i’m not. i still have feelings for you. always have, and always will. no matter how hard you try to push me away. just being friends with you is enough, but... you need to know that. if you don’t want me, that’s fine. but just don’t push me away. not like back then.”

there’s a long, pregnant pause between them. lieron feels his entire body shaking anxiously as he watches aelrindel stand there in front of him.

“...then you’re an idiot.”

lieron squeezes his eyes closed in pain. rejection.

“...i’m staying. you’re not getting rid of me that easy. not again.” even he surprises himself by how even he kept his tone, as he straightens his back and looks at aelrindel with defiance.

“...” lieron blinks in surprise as he sees the tears beginning to well up in aelrindel’s eyes. “...then you’re... an idiot,” he gasps out again.

what is this pain he’s feeling right now? is it pain? it feels like it, but also not. he doesn’t know what it is. all he knows that it makes him close the gap between the two. it makes him wrap his arms around lieron and kiss him desperately. it makes him relieved that he isn’t pushed away. it makes him want more.

from outside the room, theodred nods in satisfaction and heads back downstairs, leaving behind the increasingly noisy room. he’ll check up on them in about a few hours or so.

maybe some cute shit? haven't had time to develop this oc, so let's do it during a virus epidemic!! *confetti*

despite his protests about, well, everything, somehow, they found themselves in the sleezy tavern in the farthest corner of the continent. couldn't they have picked the nicer ones in town? honestly, an elf of his status should not be in these areas... well, if they had their status still. aelrindel can still complain about it, even if his other was buzzing with excitement.

they stand there awkwardly staring at the door before he feels a poke on his side. theodred raises an eyebrow in question. he scoff and looks away. "...then you go in if you're so sure it isn't a trap."

theodred shrugs and enters. he groans and follows soon after, glaring at the tiefling. as he walks in, dander straightens their back and flips their blond hair.

"if we're going to be stood up, at least let's see what type of clientele we're dealing with~" dander hums excitedly. theodred rolls his eyes and say nothing. at least he's excited. the same could not be said for aelrindel.

knowing how dander is, theodred wraps his tail around his waist and leads him to the bar. "oh, darling," dander bats his eyelashes,"if you wanted me to yourself, you could have just-"

all of his flirtatiousness goes out the window as their eyes gaze upon *him*. it seems *he* had been watching them since they entered, and has not moved since, based on the positioning of his drink. aelrindel snaps their mouth shut and sees that *he* does the same.

same surprised expression, frantic thinking whether this is a good idea.

theodred notices their dilemma and decides to yank them towards *him*.

"t-theodred!" aelrindel hisses. *he* seems to jump at seeing them approach and tries to play it off.

theodred stops right in front of *his* table and clears his throat. aelrindel feels his heart pounding painfully in his ribcage. dander hitches a breath. oh gods, they hadn't checked their makeup, what if they looked like shit! terrible idea. clearly a terrible idea. this is no way to reconnect with a-

"-rindel?" he spins around at the mention of his name. theodred and *he* is staring at him, nervously. ael opens and closes his mouth like a fish for couple of moments before deciding on a shaky smile.

"...lieron. it's... been a while."

they stare at each other for what seems like a long time.

"...i... yeah.... uh... fuck, it's... been 50 years, and that's the first thing you say to me?" lieron scoffs under his breath. aelrindel winces a bit. he gulps down most of his drink before glancing back at aelrindel. his green eyes peers at him, getting a good look at them.

"...you uh..." his tone softens, and for a moment, it's as if nothing changed between them. "you're looking good, ael... you and uh....?" he looks to theodred.

"..."

". . ."

"...theodred."

"...right... you and theodred... wanna sit down? got uh... some seats open and..."

theodred doesn't wait for lieron to finish. he takes a seat all the way against the wall and looks to aelrindel expectantly. lieron looks at theodred, unsure of what to make of the tiefling, before looking back at aelrindel.

wordlessly, he takes a seat in front of lieron. they both remain tense.

"...you... want a drink?"

"...oh gods, you have no idea."

lieron looks over to the bartender and gestures for a drink. "...I'm uh... a littler surprised... to hear from you again. how... how have you been?" he gives ael a hesitant smile.

aelrindel's leg is bouncing underneath the table. "...I... I've been... busy."

"...busy," lieron says flatly. his eyes angrily flicker to theodred, then back to aelrindel. "...is he...?"

before aelrindel can answer, theodred growls in response, "no."

lieron raises an eyebrow. "...no, theodred is my personal bodyguard. he works for me." at that, lieron seems relieved.

"oh, good," he sighs, visibly relaxing then tenses. "i-i mean... I haven't heard from you in so long, I don't even... gods, it's like you dropped off the face of the world." aelrindel's ears turn bright red.

"...I've been going under a new name... and... you don't have to worry..." he clenches his fists tightly, "I'm... I'm on my own."

"...oh," lieron replies softly.

the tension is thick between them. the bartender brings them all a mug of ale and leaves. theodred takes his and sips it. "...good fucking riddance," theodred says bluntly.

they slowly turn to look at theodred. "...what? you both are walking on eggshells, might as well say what's on everyone's mind," he shrugs.

"...I still liked it better when you didn't speak."

theodred hums and takes a drink, "too bad. I talk now."

"and you're so mouthy! I pay you, you know."

"not enough. not nearly enough for the shit you two put me through."

"you still love us, darling~"

"...hm." theodred takes a slow drink.

"w-what the fuck is that supposed to mean? theodred!"

"pfft." aelrindel turns to see lieron snickering. "sorry! sorry! it's just... taking me back," he leans against the chair. aelrindel narrows his eyes at lieron and huffs in annoyance. "well, what have you been up to then?" he asks, twirling the ends of his hair anxiously.

taking a better look at his old friend, he drastically changed, and aelrindel wonders if he himself changed at all (excluding dander, or course). before, lieron used to be a king-in-training, which meant that he hardly knew how to do anything. it didn't make his life any better that lieron had also been a big crybaby.

now, he seemed more mature, more king-like, yet they both knew that lieron was no longer in line for the throne. aelrindel's fist clenches tighter, remembering that he had been the reason for that too. his round face had squared, making his long regal nose look more graceful and poised. his eyes seemed harden by time, yet like aelrindel's, looked tired. he frowns as he also notices, a bit of softness still there as lieron gazes at aelrindel. that... he doesn't deserve that either.

"well... I've been around as well... under a new name too," lieron scratches the under side of his scruffy jaw. "bit of a mercenary now. been working for some assholes here and there, but it's been... it's been an experience. can't complain much, well, other than when a client doesn't pay me what I'm owed." he gives a crooked grin. "then uh... that's not great, but still. not doing bad for myself. you never answered my question, you know."

aelrindel grimaces. “...we’re... sort of the same. though, i’m the asshole who hires people to work for me.” lieron chuckles and leans forward.

“then you contacted me to hire me or something?” he teases.

“trust me, knowing you, you wouldn’t take it even if i payed you more than theodred.”

“try me?” lieron wiggles his eyebrow. theodred slowly finishes his drink. he gestures to the bartender for something stronger. aelrindel crosses his legs.

“...i’m ah... we’re actually... back in etronstadt.” lieron blinks, all amusement gone. “...oh,” he says. after a moment, lieron sighs and gulps down some of his drink.

“...how’s... how’s the town? heard it was being...” he furrows his brow, and aelrindel can feel himself starting to sweat.

“...aelrindel.”

“...y-yes?”

“...you’re not the one... terrorizing my old kingdom, are you?” lieron narrows his eyes.

“...i mean... i’m not the one directly doing it... that would be... ah...”

“...” lieron turns to theodred, who currently has a shit eating grin. “oh, i’m not the one either. that would be dander.”

“...dander,” lieron repeats flatly.

“...dander,” theodred repeats amused.

“...dander,” aelrindel groans, slamming his head against the table.

“...there’s a joke here about calling my name three times to summon me, darlings, but i promised i’d be on my best behavior today~”

lieron blinks at dander in surprise. “...ael?”

dander lifts their head and flashes a cocky smile. “not quite, darling~ he’s ah... how do you say? currently freaking the fuck out right now.” he makes a grand flourishing wave, adding sparkles with his presdigitation.

“dander slopbite, at your service, darling~ and you’re lieron! i’ve heard a lot about you, or at least i would have if aelrindel didn’t repress sooooo many things. but never mind that~ it’s finally good to meet the man, the legend~” dander leans foward, placing his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his hands.

lieron stares at dander then at theodred, then back to dander. “...what. the fuck.”

#mlm #my writing

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lieron stares at the two, or three? before him. dander continues to bat his, their? eyelashes at him innocently while theodred has the widest, amused grin in the world.

“...so, you’re dander?”

“but of course, darling~”

“...and you’re... part... no... another person? in aelrindel?”

“i am another person, darling. aelly and i just happen to coexist in the same body,” dander sniffs, idly picking his nails. “really, this is why we don’t tell people about us. everyone just assumes we are eccentric, which we are~ but! it’s much more than that, darling~”

lieron downs his fourth drink. it burns on the way down, but he needs it desperately. theodred hums in agreement. “...easy to say that dander is the main one and occasionally lets aelrindel deal with the business side. it’s only recently he’s started to front more often.”

“what a pain too, he’s no fun,” dander pouts, then winks at lieron. “i’m all the fun, he’s all business, but you know him very well, i’m sure~” lieron almost chokes on his fifth drink, feeling his ears burn.

it’s not a well kept secret lieron had a crush on aelrindel back in the day.

...well, ok, being madly in love with your best friend is hardly a crush, but nothing ever came of it, much to his dismay. being in front of dander and aelrindel now, after all these years, lieron realizes he hasn’t gotten over his crush. 50 years ago, he would have passed out from the sudden blood rush if aelrindel ever sent wink his way. luckily, he’s grown since then, so a reputable choking on his drink was what he did instead. he wasn’t sure which one was better.

dander’s smile grows sweeter, and lieron thinks he might pass out from the blood rush. “no need to be shy with me, darling. we’re all friends here~” he leans back and sighs, “...though i think he’s all done now, so if you really want me gone...”

“oh, uh... no, i just...” lieron scratches the back of his head. “...i’m not used to, uh... people flirting with me... not that you were! but, uh... fuck...”

dander blinks then gives him a catlike grin. “of course i was flirting with you~ like i said, i’m a lot of fun~” lieron really thinks he’s going to pass out now. theodred snorts a laugh. “...dander, you should reel it in a bit. poor guy’s gonna pass out.”

dander laughs, a light, melodic laugh that makes lieron’s face grow hot. it was similar to aelrindel’s, back before *he* came into the picture and stole ael away. “it makes me want to do it more~ you’re really cute when you look flustered,” he leans forward, eyes half-lidded. lieron grips his drink tightly.

then he frowns and straightens his back, making lieron blink at the sudden change. “...theodred, stop instigating dander. you know how he gets.”

theodred sighs. “...just having fun.”

“...aaaaael?” lieron hesitates.

he cocks an eyebrow at lieron. “...right. they explained it...?” he sighs in relief, the blood returning to the right places.

“...yeah, uh... that’s... i met dander, yeah.”

“...was he a handful?” aelrindel asks nervously.

“no! no, he was... we just talked is all,” lieron responded.

“talked,” aelrindel says flatly, “flirting is not exactly just talking.” the heat returns.

“w-well, i know that uh... we’re just friends!” even after 50 years, that still stung. “dander was just... having fun, is all.” wait... was that something like disappointment flashing through ael’s face just now?

theodred groans angrily and downs his drink. “for fuck’s sake, at least i wasn’t this stupid with sitri.” aelrindel’s face goes pink. “what? you know it’s true. just friends, please...”

lieron gestures to the bartender for another strong drink. he’s not drunk enough for this.

“just go back to his room, do the i love you talk, fuck if you gotta, and meet me back here. i’ll just put it all on lieron’s tab.”

definitely. not. drunk. enough.

aelrindel downs his drink, not making eye contact with lieron. “theodred, i swear to the gods, i will end you right now if you don’t shut up,” he hisses.

lieron’s face turns completely red. he stands up suddenly, mind going blank. aelrindel looks at him, startled. “wait, lieron, theodred is just-!” he looks down and sees his hand being held in a vice grip in lieron’s large hand.

“...come on,” lieron hears himself say. it’s now or never...

aelrindel looks back at theodred then to lieron. “...ok...”

maybe some cute shit? haven't had time to develop this oc, so let's do it during a virus epidemic!! *confetti*

theodred shrugs and enters. he groans and follows soon after, glaring at the tiefling. as he walks in, dander straightens their back and flips their blond hair.

knowing how dander is, theodred wraps his tail around his waist and leads him to the bar. "oh, darling," dander bats his eyelashes,"if you wanted me to yourself, you could have just-"

same surprised expression, frantic thinking whether this is a good idea.

theodred notices their dilemma and decides to yank them towards *him*.

"t-theodred!" aelrindel hisses. *he* seems to jump at seeing them approach and tries to play it off.

"...lieron. it's... been a while."

they stare at each other for what seems like a long time.

"...you uh..." his tone softens, and for a moment, it's as if nothing changed between them. "you're looking good, ael... you and uh....?" he looks to theodred.

"..."

". . ."

"...theodred."

"...right... you and theodred... wanna sit down? got uh... some seats open and..."

wordlessly, he takes a seat in front of lieron. they both remain tense.

"...you... want a drink?"

"...oh gods, you have no idea."

lieron looks over to the bartender and gestures for a drink. "...I'm uh... a littler surprised... to hear from you again. how... how have you been?" he gives ael a hesitant smile.

aelrindel's leg is bouncing underneath the table. "...I... I've been... busy."

"...busy," lieron says flatly. his eyes angrily flicker to theodred, then back to aelrindel. "...is he...?"

before aelrindel can answer, theodred growls in response, "no."

lieron raises an eyebrow. "...no, theodred is my personal bodyguard. he works for me." at that, lieron seems relieved.

"...I've been going under a new name... and... you don't have to worry..." he clenches his fists tightly, "I'm... I'm on my own."

"...oh," lieron replies softly.

the tension is thick between them. the bartender brings them all a mug of ale and leaves. theodred takes his and sips it. "...good fucking riddance," theodred says bluntly.

they slowly turn to look at theodred. "...what? you both are walking on eggshells, might as well say what's on everyone's mind," he shrugs.

"...I still liked it better when you didn't speak."

theodred hums and takes a drink, "too bad. I talk now."

"and you're so mouthy! I pay you, you know."

"not enough. not nearly enough for the shit you two put me through."

"you still love us, darling~"

"...hm." theodred takes a slow drink.

"w-what the fuck is that supposed to mean? theodred!"

aelrindel grimaces. “...we’re... sort of the same. though, i’m the asshole who hires people to work for me.” lieron chuckles and leans forward.

“then you contacted me to hire me or something?” he teases.

“trust me, knowing you, you wouldn’t take it even if i payed you more than theodred.”

“try me?” lieron wiggles his eyebrow. theodred slowly finishes his drink. he gestures to the bartender for something stronger. aelrindel crosses his legs.

“...i’m ah... we’re actually... back in etronstadt.” lieron blinks, all amusement gone. “...oh,” he says. after a moment, lieron sighs and gulps down some of his drink.

“...how’s... how’s the town? heard it was being...” he furrows his brow, and aelrindel can feel himself starting to sweat.

“...aelrindel.”

“...y-yes?”

“...you’re not the one... terrorizing my old kingdom, are you?” lieron narrows his eyes.

“...i mean... i’m not the one directly doing it... that would be... ah...”

“...” lieron turns to theodred, who currently has a shit eating grin. “oh, i’m not the one either. that would be dander.”

“...dander,” lieron repeats flatly.

“...dander,” theodred repeats amused.

“...dander,” aelrindel groans, slamming his head against the table.

“...there’s a joke here about calling my name three times to summon me, darlings, but i promised i’d be on my best behavior today~”

lieron blinks at dander in surprise. “...ael?”

lieron stares at dander then at theodred, then back to dander. “...what. the fuck.”

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maybe some cute shit? haven't had time to develop this oc, so let's do it during a virus epidemic!! *confetti*

theodred shrugs and enters. he groans and follows soon after, glaring at the tiefling. as he walks in, dander straightens their back and flips their blond hair.

knowing how dander is, theodred wraps his tail around his waist and leads him to the bar. "oh, darling," dander bats his eyelashes,"if you wanted me to yourself, you could have just-"

same surprised expression, frantic thinking whether this is a good idea.

theodred notices their dilemma and decides to yank them towards *him*.

"t-theodred!" aelrindel hisses. *he* seems to jump at seeing them approach and tries to play it off.

"...lieron. it's... been a while."

they stare at each other for what seems like a long time.

"...you uh..." his tone softens, and for a moment, it's as if nothing changed between them. "you're looking good, ael... you and uh....?" he looks to theodred.

"..."

". . ."

"...theodred."

"...right... you and theodred... wanna sit down? got uh... some seats open and..."

wordlessly, he takes a seat in front of lieron. they both remain tense.

"...you... want a drink?"

"...oh gods, you have no idea."

lieron looks over to the bartender and gestures for a drink. "...I'm uh... a littler surprised... to hear from you again. how... how have you been?" he gives ael a hesitant smile.

aelrindel's leg is bouncing underneath the table. "...I... I've been... busy."

"...busy," lieron says flatly. his eyes angrily flicker to theodred, then back to aelrindel. "...is he...?"

before aelrindel can answer, theodred growls in response, "no."

lieron raises an eyebrow. "...no, theodred is my personal bodyguard. he works for me." at that, lieron seems relieved.

"...I've been going under a new name... and... you don't have to worry..." he clenches his fists tightly, "I'm... I'm on my own."

"...oh," lieron replies softly.

the tension is thick between them. the bartender brings them all a mug of ale and leaves. theodred takes his and sips it. "...good fucking riddance," theodred says bluntly.

they slowly turn to look at theodred. "...what? you both are walking on eggshells, might as well say what's on everyone's mind," he shrugs.

"...I still liked it better when you didn't speak."

theodred hums and takes a drink, "too bad. I talk now."

"and you're so mouthy! I pay you, you know."

"not enough. not nearly enough for the shit you two put me through."

"you still love us, darling~"

"...hm." theodred takes a slow drink.

"w-what the fuck is that supposed to mean? theodred!"

aelrindel grimaces. “...we’re... sort of the same. though, i’m the asshole who hires people to work for me.” lieron chuckles and leans forward.

“then you contacted me to hire me or something?” he teases.

“trust me, knowing you, you wouldn’t take it even if i payed you more than theodred.”

“try me?” lieron wiggles his eyebrow. theodred slowly finishes his drink. he gestures to the bartender for something stronger. aelrindel crosses his legs.

“...i’m ah... we’re actually... back in etronstadt.” lieron blinks, all amusement gone. “...oh,” he says. after a moment, lieron sighs and gulps down some of his drink.

“...how’s... how’s the town? heard it was being...” he furrows his brow, and aelrindel can feel himself starting to sweat.

“...aelrindel.”

“...y-yes?”

“...you’re not the one... terrorizing my old kingdom, are you?” lieron narrows his eyes.

“...i mean... i’m not the one directly doing it... that would be... ah...”

“...” lieron turns to theodred, who currently has a shit eating grin. “oh, i’m not the one either. that would be dander.”

“...dander,” lieron repeats flatly.

“...dander,” theodred repeats amused.

“...dander,” aelrindel groans, slamming his head against the table.

“...there’s a joke here about calling my name three times to summon me, darlings, but i promised i’d be on my best behavior today~”

lieron blinks at dander in surprise. “...ael?”

lieron stares at dander then at theodred, then back to dander. “...what. the fuck.”

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sexy times with two new OCs i’m absolutely in love with. sitri, sweet horny tiefling lad (not my oc), preparing his valentine’s day present for his husband, theodred, stoic sweet feral tiefling lad (my oc). a valentine’s day present for my friend, matt~

sitri lays himself down comfortably in bed, now fitted in the new red, satin sheets he got the day before. he has to stretch and revel in the clean sheets before tonight... where he expects them to become soiled with the activities he knows will take place once theodred returns from work. his dick twitches in his boxers in anticipation. but first, there’s work to be done.

he sighs as he sits up and starts to take off his clothes. fully naked now, he stretches. he has to, can’t risk getting a cramp now. he giggles to himself, excited. he uses his mage hand to bring over the silky red stockings he had prepared for this occasion, embroidered hearts stitched elegantly into the fabric. slipping them on, he can already imagine the hungry look on his husband’s face when he sees sitri in them. his dick twitches again, and he has to remind himself: not yet. soon.

sitri hums to himself as he sets up the room. he would have set up regular candles, but he also knows how... wild theo can get when he’s really into it. he shudders, remembering the fire two weeks ago. not. again. no, this time, he ‘borrowed’ some of dander’s candles he enchanted to burn without producing actual flames. sitri has to remember to bring it back before dander realizes... but he was never great at remembering. oh well, he shrugs.

candles set. sheets set. stockings on. all that’s left is the main gift. now, it’s time, he shivers.

he lays face down on the bed once more, ass raised up in position. like he’s done many times in the past, sitri uses his mage hand to bring his favorite set of plush leather cuffs and binds his hands together. his dick twitches again, and this time, he strokes himself, mewling in pleasure. he has to concentrate to get the mage hand to bring over the last piece: a heart shaped jeweled butt plug he got for the occasion.

using his tail to grab the lube they keep at the bedside at all time, he gasps slightly as the cold liquid drips onto his ass. the mage hand uses it to coat the plug and swirl it teasingly around the anticipating hole as sitri strokes himself faster. he wishes it was theodred, but soon, it will be. he moans a bit louder at that thought.

the mage hand pushes the plug in and moves it in and out, fucking him with it. he groans, feeling his dick grow harder and wetter at the stimulation. sitri moves the mage hand to stroke him while his tail takes over the job of fucking him with the plug. he gasps and moans, back arching as sensations bringing him closer and closer to the edge, but not enough to take him over. no, that would his husband’s job.

speaking of which... sitri’s breath hitches as he hears the familiar footsteps coming down the hall. it’s quiet, a subtle click as the polished black leather shoes hit against the stone floors. he tries to quiet his moans, hoping he hadn’t been too loud to give his surprise away yet.

the doorknob clicks as theodred unlocks it and it slowly opens. “...sitri, i’m ba—“ there’s a pause. sitri smirks, knowing that theodred had not been expecting such a display. now bolstered with confidence, sitri spreads his legs a bit wider, giving theo a good look.

“theeeeeeeo~” sitri moans out. a moan that would be a porn star to shame.

the door clicks shut, then a second click as the lock is set. there’s rustling of clothing, theo quickly trying to remove his suit. hook, line, and sinker.

there’s a shift in weight on the bed as theo joins sitri, his calloused hands moving to smooth over sitri’s ass. sitri’s tail slithers around his leg, enticing.

“what a lovely present to come home to, all prepared and ready for me,” theo’s smooth voice rumbles out, the lust in his voice evident. he slaps one of the ass cheeks, making sitri moan out so sweetly. theo’s tail wraps around his dick and starts to stroke it firmly. sitri gasps and ruts his hips against theo’s tail, wanting more of his touch. a pleasant shiver runs down his spine as theo chuckles softly. “so hard and dripping. you were enjoying yourself.”

sitri mewls in response. “i was waiting for you~” he moans into the pillow as theo presses the butt plug deeper into him.

“cute. i almost don’t want to remove it. you might have to convince me if you want it off.”

“but then how will you fit~?” sitri whines. theo slaps his ass harder and he yelps out.

“you’ve taken in more than that... i’ll make it fit.” sitri’s breath hitches. he hopes he bought enough lube for this...

“but first, i want to enjoy this view~ it’s not every day i come home to this.” theo pulls away, his tail slips away from sitri. he whines, missing the warmth and touch. he can feel theo’s intense gaze trailing his body, and it makes him shudder.

“theo, come on, i need you~” sitri tries, wiggling his butt towards theo.

“i’m trying to enjoy the view, love, but how could i say no to you?” theo’s thick tail presses against the heart plug before slipping into sitri, stretching him out more. the bumpy nubs along his tail rubs against the walls, and sitri moans louder, feeling full and good with the new sensation.

“rough or sweet today?”

“oh, just— oh fuck~! just fuck me up today~”

theo laughs slightly, slapping sitri’s ass once more. “very well. remember the safe word...” and with that, his tail goes in deeper, pressing against sitri’s prostrate. sitri’s back curves as he lets out a strangled moan.

“oh fuck yes~” sitri moans out, eyes closed in bliss. theo shifts behind sitri, one clawed hand grips his purple hair and brings him up. sitri gasps, the stinging pain mixing with the pleasure, making his dick weep more with precum.

warm lips start to roughly nip and bite at the exposed neck as the other hand roams across his chest, pinching and rolling sitri’s nipples. sitri’s moans get louder and sweeter, quickly feeling his orgasm about to hit. “theo~~ i’m...”

“not yet,” theo growls, “not until i allow you to.”

“fuck, theo, i can’t...” how is he supposed to not nut when theo is using his dom voice?

“should i get the ring then~?” sitri’s eyes widen and nods excitedly.

“oh gods yes.” he moans loudly as theo bites down on his neck in response.

“alright, be a good boy then. fuck yourself like you were doing before while i get it ready.” theo gently lowers sitri back into his initial position.

“yes sir~” sitri recasts mage hand and eagerly goes to give theo a show. he’s disappointed to feel theo’s tail exit out of him, but the promise of the ring and a more through fucking is worth the anticipation.

sitri feels theo’s hands slipping the ring around his dick, feeling the magic already starting to block his ability to cum. the mage hand strokes him faster, bringing him closer to the edge, now without the worry of accidentally cumming before theo allows it.

from the corner of his eye, he sees the light on the ring turn blue, and he nearly jolts flat onto the bed as the vibration starts. “mhmm oh fuuuuuuck!”

theo moves to be closer to sitri’s face and he grips his hair again to lift sitri up. “let’s see how you can last today. if you do better, i’ll give you a good treat.” sitri nods eagerly, “yes sir~”

he takes a quick look at theo’s dick, smirking proudly as he see his husband already hard and twitching. he only has a few moments to admire his work before theo orders, “open.”

“aaah~” sitri says playfully before taking in theo’s dick. he’s confident today, he knows he can last longer today. he WILL get those new heels he’s been eyeing and bugging theo about for two weeks.

theo curses lowly under his breath as he starts to slowly fuck sitri’s mouth. his tail wraps around sitri’s neck, forming a makeshift collar. “keep fucking yourself” he orders. sitri is more than happy to oblige, humming in response. theo moans, “that’s a good slut~ fuck, your mouth feels so good...”

theo thrusts in a few times before going as deep as sitri can take him, holding him there with his tail. “stay.” sitri breathes in deeply through his nose. ok, he can do it... theo’s knot hasn’t formed yet, so it’s a bit easier to...

wait... sitri whimpers slightly as he feels his mouth slowly expanding more open as the knot starts to form. “...maybe i should keep it there, have you take the full thing in. you said to fuck you up~” theo murmurs lowly. sitri hums in response. no, sitri can and will do this, knot or no knot. he is a dumb slut, but a good slut, damn it.

“oh~? you want to take it?”

sitri hums again. bring it on. despite having his mouth full, he swirls his tongue best he can around theo’s dick, making the older tiefling groan in pleasure. his tail tightens slightly around sitri’s neck. the knot grows bigger. “...you really want those heels, huh?”

sitri can’t speak, but the vibration from his throat gives theo the impression that he’s saying “HELL YEAH I DO”, which makes theo laugh, breaking his dominate persona for a moment. “fuck, you’re so adorable. i love you so much...” his heart swells at the genuineness in his husband’s tone.

the persona is back on as the knot grows to its full size, completely gagging sitri. theo whistles lowly, impressed. “well~ let’s see how long you can hold it now.” he ruts into his mouth, groaning and moaning.

sitri screws his eyes shut, trying to not think about the increasing soreness in his jaw. luckily his gag reflex hasn’t triggered yet, thanking his years of service to his patron for that. the vibration on the ring increases, making him moan around theo. his dick is throbbing painfully and dripping, soaking and staining the sheet below him completely. sitri wants to cum so badly, but the ring stops him until theo’s command. he moves his mage hand to his ass, shoving two fingers into him next to the butt plug, wanting to recreate that fullness he felt with theo’s tail.

“...fuck, sitri, my lovely, little fuck toy~ i can’t wait to fuck your tight ass and make you scream~” theo growls. sitri moans louder, vibrating around theo deliciously. he wants to scream “just fuck me already, shove your knot into me!”, but said knot has him gagged at the moment. so he swirls his tongue around it best he can. theo mutters under his breath.

“...alright, time. well done, pet~ you’ve earned those heels.” sitri’s tail swishes around in victory.

the vibration stops around the ring, and sitri whines. it takes a bit of time to coax the knot safely out of sitri’s mouth, being let go out a *pop* as sitri gasps for much needed air. the dominate persona slips for a second time as theo brushes away a few stray tears from sitri’s cheeks.

“still good?” he asks softly. sitri smiles broadly and nods. “yeah! still good~” he purrs, nuzzling against theo’s touch. theo smiles and gives him a quick kiss. “just making sure... now...”

the persona slips back on as theo’s smile turns into a smirk. “i think you deserve to be throughly fucked now~” sitri mewls, dick twitching once more. “oh, fuck yes, please sir, please fuck me~ i’ve been so good~”

theo smacks his ass roughly, making him moan sweetly. “you’ve been very good, pet. and since you said please, how could i say no?” sitri’s breath hitches excitedly. theo lets him fall on his face into the pillow with an “oof!”, almost letting out a “rude”. he’s been good so far though, he can’t risk talking back today. he NEEDS those heels.

he tries to look behind to theo. he hears theo rustling through drawers, looking for something. he hears a cork pop off of a bottle and feels something very warm and wet drip on his entrance. “i remember you also liking this the last time we used it. i made this blend recently, so it’s extra potent.” theo rubs and fingers him a bit, keeping the heart shaped plug in place. sitri moans, trying to recall what— oh!

the warmth starts to spread into him, making him feel tingly and more sensitive to every touch. “should also help with this next part~”

he whimpers softly as he feels theo’s dick prod his entrance, heart plug still buried inside him. he spreads his legs a little more, bracing himself. his back curves and he buries his head into the pillow, moaning wantonly as theo pushes in, heart plug and dick stretching him out. theo waits a moment, before slamming his knot deep into sitri.

sitri screams, eyes rolling back into his head, feeling so full and nearly cries as his body spasms, wanting to cum, but still unable to. “oh fuck oh fuck fuck theo, fuck fuck,” he moans. the sensitivity is so much. every nerve is on fire.

theo grips his hips and starts to slam into him relentlessly, growling and snarling, animalistic instincts starting to kick in. the vibration start up again, and sitri’s mind goes blank as he screams out again in ecstasy. he’s unable to form any more words, just moans and screams.

sitri barely feels theo pick him up with ease, sitting him on his lap. he hooks his arms around sitri’s legs, connecting his hands together behind his neck, trapping sitri completely and continues to fuck him in that position. sitri feels theo go in even deeper than before, and it makes him see stars.

“ooh fuck, theo, please please let me cum please!!”

he’s only met with a snarl and a bite to his shoulder. the vibrations get stronger.

“PLEASE SIR, LET ME CUM!” sitri screams. it’s all so much, so good.

“more, beg.”

“PLEASE! I WANT TO CUM. YOUR COCK IS TOO GOOD, PLEASE LET ME CUM!”

“mine...” theo bites down harder, marking sitri as his.

“YES OH GODS YES, YOURS, I’M YOURS. FUCK ME, THEO PLEASE!”

the color of the ring changes to white as the vibration go to the maximum speed. sitri screams and spasms as he cums hard all over the bed. theodred continues to fuck him through the orgasm before slamming into sitri one last time with a snarl, cumming deep inside him.

sitri wakes up later, theo busying himself cleaning up their mess. he notices his husband stirring, and nuzzles up to sitri, purring lowly. “...how are you feeling...?”

he sighs and curls up against theo. “sore,” he giggles, “but fuck, i feel great~” theo smiles gently and nods. “...got you some water if you’re thirsty.”

“oooh, yes please!” he takes the water and gulps it down, feeling refreshed. they curl up to each other, tails wrapping around as they drift to sleep.

#mlm #smut #fluff #aftercare

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