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hamsterclaw · 1 year

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Bangtan Christmas Drabble 7

New Year's cheer ft Seokjin

The man who walks into your bar on New Year's eve seems like he wants to celebrate with you.

Rating: 18+

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Explicit sex, guns

The man pulls aside the noren at the entrance of the bar but still has to duck elegantly before his head will fit under. He’s tall, and when you can see his face clearly you realise that he’s attractive, too.

He has beautiful skin, full lips, broad shoulders and an uncompromising glint in his eyes.

You greet him cheerfully, gesturing to a seat a little distance away from the other patrons.

He smiles at you and orders whiskey.

You’ve just set the glass in front of him when two more men enter the bar.

You’re about to greet them when the first man sets both his hands on the bartop.

With his left hand, he grips your wrist.

With his right, he tosses back the whiskey you’ve served him, and reaches into his exquisitely tailored overcoat.

His hand emerges with a gun.

It’s sleek and deadly, and you have a sudden, crystal clear thought that it’s just like he is.

There are two pops, and the two men who entered your bar after him slump to the floor.

You’re opening your mouth to scream, and that’s when he pulls you forward, grip firm on your wrist.

‘They’re yakuza,’ he says.

You say, ‘Everyone in this town is yakuza.’

His lips quirk in a rueful grin. ‘So I’ve discovered.’

‘Should have known you’re not from around here,’ you utter.

‘Someone who looks like me would definitely stand out in a place like this,’ he agrees.

You have no idea who’s called the police, but you can hear the sirens.

The man from out of town vaults over the bar gracefully, plucks the bottle of whiskey off the back shelf, and takes you out of the bar with him.

‘Where are we going?’ you ask, walking fast to keep up with him.

‘I’m going to kill you and toss you in a ditch, of course,’ he says. He smiles charmingly, but there’s a hardness in his eyes that makes you feel uneasy.

‘I won’t tell anyone what I saw,’ you assure him, belatedly.

He crosses the road without looking in either direction.

You’re warm from almost running to keep up with him, but the gust of wind makes you shiver.

‘Since you’re not from around here, I consider it my duty to tell you that the nearest ditch is not anywhere around here,’ you tell him, trying to be helpful.

He looks at you impatiently. You’re about to apologise when he slips off his coat and puts it over your shoulders.

‘Don’t forget to take this back so they can’t trace the murder back to you,’ you tell him.

He stares at you. It’s too dark to really see but you get the sense he’s trying not to smile.

‘I should have chosen the bar next door,’ he says.

‘What? Lee Seonghoon’s a cheap fucker, you would have been served some watered down shit,’ you grumble.

‘Also he’s nowhere near as beautiful as you are,’ he murmurs.

‘He’s eighty,’ you retort. ‘That’s not the compliment you think it is.’

‘You’re as pretty as I am,’ he continues. ‘I don’t say that lightly.’

‘Well it’s New Years,’ you say, mollified. ‘I wanted to look pretty.’

‘Hot date after work?’ he inquires. He holds out his arm, and you slip your hand in the crook of it without really thinking about it.

You hurry along the street with him.

‘I wanted to look pretty for me,’ you say.

He glances at you. ‘Well you succeeded.’

He ushers you into an alleyway, through a side door, clicking on a light to reveal a sparse looking room with a sleeping mat in one corner and a small desk in another corner.

You shrug his coat off and give it back to him.

‘It looks good on you,’ he remarks, hanging it on a coathook.

Now there’s more light you can see the pale blue shirt he has on, the dark tie loosened at his throat, the matching waistcoat cut perfectly to emphasize the breadth of his shoulders and the trimness of his waist.

Your kidnapper and would-be murderer is a visual treat, at least.

He smiles at you charmingly. ‘Can you behave yourself whilst I attend to one last task before I leave this godforsaken place?’

‘It’s not that bad,’ you say, haughtily. ‘You haven’t really given it a chance.’

He says, ‘If you keep your smart mouth shut I’ll let you go after I’m done.’

You mime zipping up your lips and throwing away the key.

He sets the whiskey he’s filched from your bar down and pours a generous serving into two mugs.

‘Cheers,’ he says.

You unzip your lips to drink, and he laughs.

He sets his laptop on his lap, profile beautiful in the blue gleam, and starts typing swiftly.

His gun sits on the floor between you.

You undo the knot in the apron you wear at work, take it off, and fold it carefully, setting it aside.

His gaze flickers to yours, but he doesn’t say anything.

You make short work of the whiskey he’s poured you, and wordlessly, he lifts the bottle to pour you more.

Finally, he sets his laptop aside.

‘I’m done, ahead of schedule,’ he tells you.

Warm from the whiskey and his proximity, you smile at him. ‘Well done,’ you say, holding out a hand for him to shake.

His hand closes on your wrist again, and he exerts the faintest pressure, a tiny tug.

You find your face inches from his, and he’s just as beautiful up close.

If he’s going to kill you tonight, you might as well have some fun, you figure.

You cup his cheek.

He holds perfectly still until your lips touch his. You think he’s going to push you away, but instead he cups your head, fingers weaving into your hair, and pulls you closer.

His lips are firm, warm, and he tastes like your premium whiskey.

It’s a heady combination.

You kiss over and over, lips parted, and when his tongue makes his way into your mouth you take him in willingly.

He pulls back, breathless and flushed from your kisses, your lipstick staining his mouth.

He kisses down your neck, reaching the top button of your blouse as his hand clasps your thigh under your skirt.

You aren’t waiting around to be touched. Your own hands are roaming, one unbuttoning his waistcoat, the other on his belt.

He hums his enjoyment into your skin as he exposes more of your top half. Under your skirt, his hand’s reached your panties, his knuckles brushing your cunt, tantalisingly close to your clit.

You don’t realise you’re moving your hips until he slaps your thigh.

‘I’ll get to it, impatient girl,’ he says.

You frown up at him as you cup his cock over his briefs.

Then the frown drops from your face, and you look down to verify what your hand already knows.

Shit. Your kidnapper’s hung like a stallion.

He’s looking at you, amused by your reaction.

‘Please,’ you say, not sure when your voice got so raspy. ‘You must get this all the time.’

‘My name is Seokjin,’ he says. ‘And yes, I do get this reaction all the time.’

He unzips your skirt deftly.

You look up at him. ‘I’m Y/N,’ you tell him.

He stops, hand warm on your hip.

‘Do you want to do this with me, Y/N?’ he asks, quietly. ‘We can stop if you don’t. I’m not going to hurt you.’

You smile, reassured. ‘Are you kidding? I’ve always wanted to ride a horse.’

He laughs, and presses an unexpectedly sweet kiss to your forehead.

‘Better get on top then.’

He’s gentle with you, letting you set the pace when you finally have him all the way inside you.

He rocks his hips against yours, eyes roaming your body with flattering intensity, hands alternating between your hips and your breasts as you ride him.

When you falter, unbearably close, he seems to know exactly what you need, turning you over so you’re underneath him, taking you the rest of the way.

He cums quietly, a gasp of breath like he’s drowning that you notice even though you’re in the throes of your own pleasure.

And then, he’s still, laying beside you under the half moon that’s hanging over the mountains, shining through his window.

You glance at the clock on the wall before you fall asleep, and realise it’s past midnight.

It’s a new year.

You’re awakened by the zip of a duffel bag.

When your eyes open you realise Seokjin’s got his back to you.

The already sparse room is now empty save for your clothes, neatly folded and stacked in a tidy pile beside the sleeping mat.

He says, without turning around, ‘thank you for a lovely night.’

You say, ‘no problem.’

You get dressed quickly.

He waits politely until you clear your throat and announce, ‘I’m ready.’

Then he turns, and the corner of his mouth quirks up in a smile.

‘I’ve got to go,’ he tells you. ‘Can you make it back home?’

‘You’ve met me, haven’t you? Is there anything you think I can’t tackle?’

He laughs. ‘I don’t think so.’

You watch as he heads for the door.

‘Hey,’ you say, and he stops, his broad back to you.

‘You still owe me for the whiskey.’

He turns, and it’s hard to see but you think there’s warmth in his eyes.

‘Don’t worry,’ he says, beautiful and serene in the moonlight. ‘I’m coming back.’

He walks off without looking back, leaving footsteps in the snow.

©hamsterclaw 2022

And that's a wrap, folks. Hope you've enjoyed the ride, stay safe and see you in the new year!

Good luck and good night Kim Seokjin, can't wait to see you again 💜

#bangtan christmas smut #seokjin smut #seokjin fanfiction

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coryosfirstlady · 4 months

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Pretty Girl - Coriolanus Snow

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You are the daughter of Dr Volumnia Gaul, previously a close friend (and lover) of Coriolanus Snow. Until one night, a fight with your mother leaves you stranded with nowhere to go but The Snow Penthouse, despite Dr Gaul banning you from contacting Coryo ever again - and you and Coryo agreed to stay away from eachother as you only distracted eachother from your work. Although, what else could you do? Sorry guys, im new to the whole Tumblr thing, this is acc a snippet of my ao3 fanfic - "The Sound of Snow falling", so if you enjoy make sure to check it out :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/51943126/chapters/131348863

For what felt like hours, you sat alone, summer air enough to keep you from a shiver as the day drew along - deciding whether or not it would be socially acceptable to sleep on the central steps, or if your Capitol Influence had already taken a hit when you disappeared for two months. It was uncomfortable, that was evident, the gravelly yet fresh steps scraping at your skin through the thin dress you wore, the matching blazer draped over your shoulders.

They had only built the Gamemaker Hall a couple years ago, following the successes of the 10th and 11th Hunger Games - the Citadel becoming too small of a space for the research conducted, now the affluent marble-coated Hall housing more than enough of the equipment needed to murder 23 children each year. It marvelled you how easily you had broken into the guarded building after Flickerman's Feast - security lacking to a degree you could hardly comprehend, although you guessed the help of your cunning, now ex-friend Snow played a large part in the easy task.

Eyebrows furrowing, you realised the Snow Penthouse was only a few roads away - offering inevitable warmth and comfort that was severely insufficient where you currently sat, though you guessed Coryo wouldn't even open the door to you. Furthermore, you doubted you could possibly manage to stay with him for that long without your feelings for him driving you mad - yet another precaution that would only harden your current situation.

No matter what you told yourself, it did seem incredibly inviting - particularly as your Mother had commanded you to stay away, the rage still absently bubbling at the back of your mind, sourcing a need for defiance. To upset Gaul, that is what you convinced yourself as you stood from the steps and began to amble along the dark roads.

To upset Gaul, as you took the elevator to the top floor of the apartment building.

To upset Gaul, as you knocked gingerly on the door marked 'Snow'.

Cold and sweet, your eyes met his as he pulled the hinge - immediate confusion and somewhat annoyance lacing his expression, your stomach fluttering at even the sight of him.

"What the fuck are you doing here."

His words were impossibly sharp, yet months of knowing him so well assured you that this was the same facade he displayed to every Capitol resident - thick-skinned and hardened, inviting no such disagreement.

"I have nowhere else."

"Your mothers?"

"She sent me away."

Murmuring like a child confessing to their Mother, you watched as a deep sigh overtook his form - a hint of pity behind glassy eyes conveying a spark of hope.

Hesitantly, he let you in, shutting the door behind you as he attempted not to let his eyes fall on you for too long - well aware that if they did, he may just go crazy. Your perfume seemed to fill the air instantly, flooding unfairly into his nostrils as he took a step away to try to regain some control of the situation - his hands bawling to fists as he shoved them far into the pockets of his dark slacks.

'You can sleep in Tigris' old bedroom. She's away studying."

You briefly thanked him, pulling off your blazer and hanging it on the Coathook beside the door. The room you stood in was Grand - expensively decorated with a large dining table stretching across one half, the other with large armchairs and matching sofas placed strategically below a lavish chandelier, all leading to a slim hallway across your gaze.

Coryo began to walk away - you following him like a lost puppy, curious footsteps attempting to map out the large space.

"I'm going to my room. Call if you need something."

Silence.

"Yeah, um, of course."

Silence.

Coriolanus was growing painfully aware of the feeling in his chest as he stood across from you, warmth trickling slowly down his body - only to rest guiltily between his thighs. Fuck, he wanted you so badly - overwhelmingly, all controllingly. He hated himself for it.

Although, that hatred had never stopped him.

He turned with such ferocious yearning you thought he was about to strike you - flinching for a moment before he instead slammed his lips to yours with indescribable hunger, an attempt to drink every moment he missed of you from your lips. It was heavenly.

Reaching a hand to hold his jaw, bringing him closer, he released a breathy gasp into your mouth before pulling you backwards and onto the large dining table with powerful need, a clatter echoing around the room as you slammed against the wood - his heavy form already caged above you. It was hard to breathe, tounges deep in each other's mouths - desperate and starved, relapsing into an addiction that was sickeningly sweet - making you unsure whether the warmth prickling at your skin was pure arousal or the relief of touching him again. Your warmth began to throb as he occasionally relaxed his weight onto you, his spare hand reaching to grab your waist with more strength and force than he had ever touched you before - fingers grasping tight enough to leave a bruise, the pain delicious, forcing muffled moans into the kiss.

Writhing against each other as your bodies grew impatient, time seemed to race, heartbeats thumping so intimately against each other it almost fulfilled every moment you had missed.

"It was cruel of you to come over."

Coryo reprimanded, breath hot in your mouth as he spoke hopelessly into you - however not fazed or truly angry enough to draw his hands away from you, still desperately pawing your sides, sliding your dress up your thighs, mouth growing slick with the now shared saliva. "You don't care to seem too dearly."

The grunt in response seemed to ripple ecstatically along your body, pleasured shivers reaching down to your fingertips - now gently clawing at his back, breath hitching as his hand edged to your thigh, grabbing roughly at the fleshed underside - bare skin against his enough to make your eyes close in ecstasy.

As he pulled you closer, your pelvis brushed his - throbbing cock restrained by his slacks already making your cunt tense around nothing, his curious fingers eventually pulling the skimpy panties you wore down along your legs and onto the floor, his eyes drifting to you arrogantly as he brushed your dampness.

"You're so wet."

Accusingly, he said it - though you were too far in to accept the shame by now, instead rocking your hips closer to his hand in needy request, smirk twitching his pretty mouth. Without warning, he thrust two fingers into you, thumb practicedly playing with your clit, your whole body convulsing at the sudden pressure, back arching against the table with broken moans. He relished it, seeing you a bundled mess under his hands - proud you were his, only his to play with.

Vision beginning to haze from the already strong overwhelming, he continued pistoning his fingers cruelly into your cunt without mercy - some sort of revenge for teasing him so awfully for the past two weeks. Beginning to ease a third finger in, he watched as your eyes widened, looking down to see where his fingers met your pretty cunt.

"You can take it, baby, I know you can."

His words came out strained and gravelly, everything about you driving him to madness as he reached into you deeper, noticing the exact spot that made your eyes roll back in a beautiful lack of control.

"Is that where it is, baby?"

Hitting the same spot, he confirmed, pumping in and out down to his knuckles now - the moment your velvety walls began to tighten making his chest tighten with anticipation - dick pressing painfully against his pants.

You came surprisingly quickly, unable to hold yourself any longer - the touch driving your legs to shiver seemingly uncontrollably as Coryo finger-fucked you through it, prolonging the deep orgasm almost inhumanely. His careful arms hoisted you up as soon as you finished, wrapping your arms around his waist as he carried you to the large, affluent sofa in the other half of the room - placing you on his lap as he sat, eyes trained unforgivingly on your every moment.

Recovering as quickly as you could, you rolled yourself immediately away from his seated form, instead kneeling on the floor between his spread legs - tenting in his trousers fluttering through your already shaky limbs. Glancing up at him for approval, you slowly undid his belt, a smirk spreading across his face as he helped your lightly quivering hands pull away his trousers and underwear, revealing his throbbing cock, tip a deep red and glistening with precum. The night in the cabin, you had hardly seen it in the candlelit dimness, only felt the sheer size, yet now, looking upon him anxiously close - you worried you wouldn't be able to fit it into your mouth. Fuck it, you would try anyway.

Pride beckoned in your eyes as you gently placed your lips against the head of his cock, his neck immediately tensing in an attempt to hide his sharp breaths, your confidence immediately returning alongside a need to please him. You began to swish your tongue over the hotness, healthy hand reaching to stroke the base of his length as the splinted one traced light patterns into his thigh with your nails - savouring the look on his face as he bit his lip - his hand reaching to grab a handful of your hair, a gentle pull every time you made his cock twitch providing you with more then enough will to continue.

Your lips began to burn as you brought your head further down, stretch hitting the back of your throat - tears immediately threatening your eyes - his moans growing more shameless, low groans and gasps music to your ears.

"You feel amazing, fuck-"

He managed, hand bawling to a fist in your hair as you began to bob your head - his eyes screwing shut agonizingly tight.

Swirling your tongue over him, he flinched, muscles contracting - taking his whole cock almost sorely in your mouth, nose brushing the groomed hairs at the base in delectable pride. Staying in that position for longer than he could bare, his hips bucked against you, your own hand sliding along your body to toy with your clit, his breathless strives to hide his moans slickening you further.

His heartbeat became evident in your mouth as you bobbed again, muscles tensing and flinching at every detail in your movement - holding himself back to relish this moment for as long as he possibly could, his hand abruptly pulling your hair as he spilt into your throat, a low growl-like sound escaping his lips as you swallowed the salty thickness.

Eyes glued to you in admiring fondness, he pulled you back onto his lap, finally removing your dress to reveal the pretty tits he had craved to see again, immediately trying to make a mental note of the image - still hazed and fucked-out, yet so desperate for more. That feeling in his chest was still there, stronger and ever, and to him, lust needed to be sorted.

Grip returning to your hips, he gazed at you in an unfocused mess, crazed and fuckdrunk as you unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his muscled torso, immediately kissing your way down his neck as he aligned himself with your burning cunt - lowering your body onto him in a painful stretch that made your legs tense, nails scratching into his skin as you released a cry.

"Come on, baby, breathe through it."

Just as overwhelmed as you, he whispered into your ear, nuzzling against it fondly as you brought yourself off him, then back on, deeper into you this time, tip brushing that spot deep inside you as you stifled a moan. Rolling and grinding yourself against him, you shared frantic and already sensitive breaths, his abs tensing each time you lowered, hips bucking up into you desperately. Coryo's hand snaked back down to your cunt, circling your clit so overwhelmingly you could've passed out.

The eagerness for the other only heightened, the man below you driving his cock into you in perfect unison as you rode off him, pace quickening as the room echoed with pornographic slaps of his balls against your ass, your whimpers and pants contrasted with his low moans, sweat trickling down his forehead and onto yours. You were well aware your hymen was not going to be forgiving tomorrow morning.

The room grew hot with thirst, greediness and lust that only the other brought you, rough movements more frantic than you had been the first night you'd touched each other, overtaken with hungry need. Fluttering around him, you arched your back, leaning your head to the tall ceiling and screwing your eyes tight.

"m'gonna cum-"

You muffled, his grasp firm on your ass, holding tight as he thrust mercilessly into you. "go on, baby, let me see you-"

His hand reached to hold your jaw, tilting your face to lock eyes with him, gaze so intense on the other it held more emotion than your words ever could. A loud gasp erupted from your mouth, face morphing in uncontainable pleasure, coating his cock in your juices as you reached your high - better than any drug, yet more addictive. The extreme tightness paired with that expression on your face only made Coryo orgasm seconds later, gravelly groans filling the air between you as you sat, slumped against each other, dick softening inside you.

Coryo tiredly brought his hand to massage your shoulder as you rested yours against his chest, twirling your hair carefully between his fingers -gentle movements starkly different to the force he had previously impaled you with.

"You pretty, pretty girl."

A shy flutter flushed your cheeks, catching your breath in your throat in an innocent timidness like a girl with a crush - what you supposed you were, now. Every feeling towards him was so thick, suffocating you but in such a beautiful way.

For Snow, that feeling in his chest was yet to disappear - despite fucking you so well, physically unable to continue due to the sheer amount of effort he had ploughed into you with, the so-called lust was still well present. It had to be lust. What else could he possibly have the humane capacity for?

#coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus smut #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #snow lands on top #tom blyth #tbosas #smut

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jegulily-stuff · 2 years

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After the war, James moves back into his childhood home with Lily, Reg, and Harry. For a while, Sirius and Remus stay there too, until they start to feel more comfortable being separated from each other again.

It's a bittersweet homecoming. His parents are dead now and James has never lived there without them.

Home isnt the same. Or maybe he isnt the same. But the house is still comforting, still familar. He'd always imagined raising his own family there. And they've spent enough time living in hiding.

James doesn't feel quite right taking the master bedroom -his parents' room. (And he thinks maybe he never will.) So he finds himself back in his own bedroom. There's a dedicated nursery, unused for years, but they end up settling Harry into the room next to James' instead. It's hard to feel comfortable leaving him further away than can be helped.

James' room is still decorated the way he had it as a teenager. Only a few years in the past in reality, but it feels like a window to a whole different life.

He quietly removes all the photos from the picture wall that have Peter in, and tucks them into an old textbook. He doesn't quite know what to do with those yet.

The room has a double bed, so James doesn't need to worry that it'll be too cramped now that he has his partners to share it with. They follow him in.

Lily's been in his bedroom a couple of times before, but Reg hasn't. He looks around like he's finally seeing something he's been picturing in his head for a long time. Although that's probably more to do with Sirius, than James.

James takes Reg's hands in his. He wants Reg to feel at home here. It was a far off, impossible wish when they were younger but it's so tangible now. So possible. That's a great sweetener to all the bitter things it took to get them here.

Lily takes off her jacket and hangs it on one of his coathooks. He wonders if she's going to start wearing his jerseys again. She did that the whole time she stayed here last time, and his wardrobe still has all his old Quidditch stuff in.

He looks at the ring on her finger - it still makes his chest swell with warmth when he sees it. They hadn't been married last time she'd been here, not even engaged.

A lifetime away, indeed.

James pulls both of them into his arms, and they curl up together on top of his red and gold duvet. It's everything teenage him had wanted, had dreamed of. A wild fantasy, really.

Both of the people he fancied lying with him in this bed, in this room. Reg out of the cult his family had been. Lily now in a world without a war that wanted her dead.

Safe.

His.

An impossible dream, achieved.

Despite everything else he's lost getting here, he has this to be grateful for. And the world is recovering, as they are. Their future will only be happier.

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incrementgirls · 7 months

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Part 2 of the Castle in the Fog

Part 1 link below

Content inside: all characters are lesbians, no men, fantasy, main character has genital transformation, breeding, sweatsmelling, horny scent intoxication, no skin color or hair mentions

As I awake, body slackened and relaxed from the passionate night I just spent in the vampiress's embrace, I feel the gentle stimulation of soft sheets strewn about and atop my body, and sleepily pull them aside to inspect why my crotch is tingling and buzzing, only to find the lady guard lapping at my crotch lazily where my girldick usually is.

A second's stray thought brings surprise as I notice its absence, and sit up to look if they had devoured in in my sleep somehow, only to find engorged labia in its place, and I groggily slip my fingers down to inspect my new pussy. The guard chuckles as they explain that they used a spell on me while I slept, and that it's effects are only temporary, but would help me somehow inside this castle.

I ask why, only for the guard to lick a bite mark on my inner thigh that I hadn't noticed until now and tell me that it will help me pay the toll for other residents of the castle on my way to it's leader. I blush and look down again, toying with my pussy lips and feeling its wet warmth drip down my fingers. I ask if the other residents in this castle are lesbians like them, and receive a sly grin and nod from the guard as they tell me this is a dark paradise that draws in women like me who've found no place in the outside world.

I breathe slowly, cupping the vampiress's chilly cheek in my hand and letting loose some tears of joy as I ask if I can stay here, and they kiss my palm as they reassure me that I can, if only I declare fealty in person to the castle leader. I slide off of the bed and close my eyes in the gentle candlelight of the room, gathering my energy and courage to explore this strange place, and turn around to ask them what I should do next, sweat still glistening off of my body as their saliva drips from my damp crotch.

They let out a jolly laugh, allowing me to see their fangs again before telling me I should probably eat something before I do anything else, drawing a laugh from me as well as I realize my weariness all of the fucking we'd done last night. They slip on an unbuttoned shirt and a fresh pair of breeches, letting their cleavage and tummy show between the sides of the shirt and walk out of the room, returning shortly after with a steaming hot meal of toast, eggs, and oatmeal.

I slip on a negligee and panties that were hanging from a coathook in the room I slept in and enjoy a warm breakfast as the guard fetches me some slippers from somewhere else. I ask them if they want some breakfast too, smugly smiling and pulling a strap down to reveal my shoulder, only for them to chuckle and let me know they've fed plenty last night, and that I'll need my strength to make my way to the top of the castle. I curiously ask if that's where the castle leader is, and they confirm as such, saying the castle is a massive magical indoors complex, mainly lit by candlelight and perfect for denizens of the night such as themself to stay in.

I wonder to myself what other fantastical lesbians await me in the castle as I finish my meal and ask for directions to the stairs, only for the vampiress to tell me the entire castle is a long spiraling path leading upwards, saying I just need keep walking on until I reach the top. As I get up from the table, the guard hands me a cloth purse, and gives me a sweet chilly kiss before opening the door for me and sending me on my way.

As my slippers gently clack against the stone floor of the hallway, I look around to see beautiful paintings lining the candlelit walls, with strangely healthy wall planters of roses draping parts of the walls as well. As I progress I come upon a door blocking the path, with a window in it warmly lit from the other side, and the obvious sounds of blacksmithing ringing from inside.

Sweatbeads drop down my forehead as I gather my courage and knock on the door, noticing that the room is considerably warmer than the entrace I just came from. I hear a rough and hearty response from insife the room telling me to come on in, and I open the door to find a large, broad shouldered woman with a sturdy frame and generous belly. She has thick tusks sprouting from her lower jaw that poke out from between her lips and thick 2 fingered hands that grip a well-used hammer and tongs, she wipes sweat and grime off of her forehead as she welcomes me heartily, showing a beautiful smile as she sets what she was hammering into a quenching barrel.

I notice that she is only wearing some worn sandals and a blacksmithing apron, and that her generous bust threatens to spill out of her apron if it were not fastened securely. I let her know that I'm a new arrival, eager to meet the leader of this castle and give them my fealty, and she walks over to me, her generous belly and breasts jiggling under her scorched and stained apron along with a considerable bulge between her legs that I have just now noticed, along with the fact that she is almost 3 feet taller than me.

She gently cups my cheek with her callused blacksmith hands, smiling before asking me for my name, after I give it I ask for hers, and she happily tells me that she is the proud troll blacksmith of this castle, asking me if I'm ready to help her relieve some pent-up lust in order to proceed. I sheepishly nod, noticing that her smell feels almost intoxicating, like a hot breeding fuck on a summer day.

She sits down on the spot, her stout legs providing plenty of cushion to pull me onto as she pulls me into a kiss between her tusks. As I get closer to her, her smell fills my head with lust, and I start moaning almost immediately as her big tongue invades my mouth and curls around mine. I feel my pussy soak through my panties as her bulge grinds into my crotch through her apron, and she asks me to untie it for her as I nod through my lust-haze and untie it from around her neck, letting it fall to reveal her ample bosom and tummy. She chuckles and tells me how cute I am before pulling the back tie loose and tossing the blacksmithing apron aside to reveal her thick girldick leaking and hard. I visibly drool onto her thigh as her scent drives me to beg her to breed me, losing any composure I may have possessed before.

She hums happily as she gropes my ass and lifts me close to her thick girlcock, my wet entrance brushing against the head of her hardness and dripping all over it. I squish her boobs in my hands with a dopey smile on my face as she calls me a good girl and pulls me onto her girldick, slowly filling me up until I let out an audible moan with how much I'm stretched by her thick troll girldick. Wet girlcum mixes with her sweat on our crotches as she rocks back and forth, squishing me against her belly and breasts as she fills my pussy to the brim and draws out wild sex moans from me as I lose myself to breeding lust.

She kisses the top of my head as she continues fucking me, laying down on the floor to rest me on her jiggly belly and breasts as she increases the speed at which her hips clap against my ass, her huge girlballs clenching as she begins cumming inside me, the wet warmth filling me up causing me to yell out in ecstasy as she breeds me with her big troll girlcock.

After a couple of hours of fucking, a puddle forms on the ground underneath us, my belly bulges slightly as my new womb is stuffed with her girlcum and i kiss and lick her sweaty boobs as she happily hums while fucking me over and over. She takes a minute to stop and ask me how I'm feeling, only to get a drooling, moaning response as I limply lay on her belly, eliciting a giggle from her as she suggests that we take a break for a bit, and that I've already helped relieve some of her breeding need.

She walks me over to a large chair, obviously made for someone her size, and sets me down on it, drooling and leaking globs of girlcum from my pussy. She walks over to a bucket of water and begins washing the rediculous amounts of sex fluids we spilled over to a drain in the side of the room.

I let my eyes lid over as I feel the wet, sticky globs of girlcum leak out of me and sigh happily, wondering if every day in this castle is as amazing as this...

I saw some folks enjoyed my last bit of writing which makes me happy 🥰 I seem to have a writing bug right now which is great because I love writing its really fun! Hope ya'll enjoy this one❤️🌈 I love my fellow lesbians🌈❤️ next one up will be a slime girl and some consentacle fun

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