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tabletennis20 · 6 months
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(NSFW) Morgott Drabble 1/2
Virgin Morgott cums untouched.
The first part of a small something based off of this post by @eggslamwich and this one by @fellomenking.
Morgott found ignoring the tingling path the Tarnished’s firm hands left upon his skin proved a difficult task. Much more difficult than anticipated. Yet he could only blame himself, having accepted when they offered a massage. Had he known his reactions to their attention would be stronger than his constitution, he would have declined the proposal. Now he could do naught but lay on his stomach and endure the pleasure.
He bit back a groan as the Tarnished dug their fingers into his hide, his fur bristling at the gentlest of their touches let alone the concentrated strength of them kneading out the stubborn kinks in his back. Their nails raked along his spine, satisfying an itch he only now discovered.
...Or rather, an itch he denied himself due to his blasphemous form.
As the Tarnished’s hands drew towards the base of his tail, circling around horns, an unusual sensation swept over him. An overwhelming heat built quickly in his loins, searing his nerves raw before spilling over into a bliss unlike any other. Caught off guard, a moan slipped past his lips as his tail spasmed wildly from base to tip. He silently thanked the Erdtree that he could bury his burning face into his arms as his seed soaked into the fur around his groin. Apart from his heart beating thunderously in his ears, he could hear nothing, deaf to his own ragged breathing as his head spun.
The Tarnished’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Of course they expected Morgott to make some noise, the massage being anything but gentle to work the knotted muscle, but the intimate sound that escaped him confirmed he felt more than simple relief. Their hands stilled as the omen’s tail twitched in a way that left them certain that if their touch were to drift any lower, there would be no pretending their intentions were innocent. As it was, they were surprised Morgott had not run off, but they knew any wrong moves would likely change that.
Unsure how to respond, they said nothing, instead letting their hands rub soothingly into the fur of Morgott’s back. They doubted the ability of their words to do anything other than scare him away, even if they wished to reassure him. To get him agreeable to a massage had been struggle enough, and they dearly hoped he would be kind enough to himself to enjoy it regardless.
Morgott froze as reality set in, the last pleasant waves of his orgasm lost to his mortification. To taint a bed of Leyndell with his grotesque arousal… The Tarnished continued their care with tender caution, seemingly unfazed by his body’s traitorous reactions. He badly wanted to move, but his boneless limbs refused and his cock still laid partially outside its sheath, not yet soft enough to disappear.
Swallowing thickly, Morgott shifted enough to be audible. “T…Tarnished… I… l…” He stopped, faint with embarrassment. His stomach thrashed.
“It’s okay,” the Tarnished said gently. “I know.” They squeezed his shoulders before continuing to knead the muscle there.
Morgott grunted, hesitantly turning his head enough to peer at them from between his fingers. They met his vulnerability with a kind smile, causing him to hide again in his uncertainty. How does one respond to humiliating themselves in such an intimate fashion? He felt disgusted with himself for soiling the sheets, for forcing the Tarnished to deal with the aftermath even though they seemed unbothered.
“It’s okay,” they repeated.
“Aye,” Morgott muttered, his voice nearly inaudible. If they insisted, then so be it. Questioning the Elden Lord would certainly not do him any favors.
“Do you want to move?”
“…No.”
“Very well.”
Gradually, Morgott allowed himself to relax. If the Tarnished wished to ignore his…mistake, then he would happily pretend nothing happened.
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