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[keter-kannot]

AAAAAA it's been awhile, I know 😭 BUT the world's loveliest anon gave me a kick in the ass by commissioning this absolutley banger piece of f!TavxMizora. I hope you freaks enjoy 😌

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Word Count: 6.5k

tw: noncon, dubcon, Resisting, implied abuse, blood, breath play, gagging, basically just s*x slavery lmao DDNE you've been warned !!!

Mizora’s words rang through your skull as you mulled over any and every possible option she’d be throwing your way once you made it back to camp. 

You see, she'd purred, Gortash has had Wyll's father… relocated. 

No matter how hard you thought, you couldn’t think of any ways to combat her. It was useless; this wasn’t your first time fighting a devil, a demon, the utterance of the very word unholy… You knew it wouldn’t be as easy as a counter-plan. She must truly want something from Wyll–from you–to be playing such a game. 

You were so damn tired of all their games. Your blood ran hot through your veins, the anger rising up within you making you scowl, muttering under your breath as the small group of you marched back to camp beneath the watching eyes of Lathander’s setting sun. 

These were games created with the sole purpose of making sure the other players couldn’t win, yet you kept finding yourself falling into one after another. Between Raphael’s constant pop-ups and requests, and all of Mizora’s other demands, it truly made you wonder whether or not you had any free will left in you.

That was a little wrong of you to think, though, considering Wyll’s plight and Karlach’s… well, Karlach. And, for what it’s worth, you’d managed to wiggle your way out of making any deals with them so far. For all the anxious nerves bouncing around inside you, you still tried to calm yourself. 

How bad could it be?

—

You paced the hard ground of your camp, waiting. Wyll watched from the corner he sat in, while the rest of the camp made themselves busy with some miscellaneous task or another. When you met Wyll’s gaze, you sighed, shaking your head and looking away as you continued your relentless steps across the trodden soil. 

“If… we have to do everything we can to save my father,” Wyll muttered, standing to join you in your pacing. 

You nodded, rolling your eyes. “Obviously, Wyll,” you shrugged, “but what is it that you think she’ll ask for in return?”

There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere of the darkened room, the warm light of the flickering candles suddenly turning to the cold of smoking ash. Sweat beaded at your brow as you all turned to face the inky black circle forming itself in front of you, its gentle ring of searing flame lighting the room with a devious glow. The air buzzed with electricity, Mizora's dark form emerging from the entrance to the hells. You watched as the oozing black facade receded, revealing the wide smirk adorning her pronounced lips. 

The theatrics of her entrance had you rolling your eyes, but then you heard the uncouth words falling from her lips with bold purpose. They weren’t in any language that you could understand, her breath hot as she boasted her arms forward, beckoning two more small black portals to grow from the ground behind them. 

“Come, Sisters, be my testament!” she called, more dark words of mysterious meaning falling from her tongue, her sharp teeth on display as she smiled into the darkening night sky. Two forms began their ascent from the depths of the world, their figures matching Mizora’s in the way they demanded your gaze to drink in their entire presence. 

You’ve heard of such devils; Sisters of Justice. Adjudicators of devious contracts and bargains. You thought of all you knew of them as you watched their winged forms spread themselves out before you, their eyes meeting yours with a fierce, raging hunger that you couldn’t quite stomach. 

Wyll let out a ragged breath as he looked from one demon woman to another, his chest heaving with fear as he took in the supposed severity of a deal he was dreading to make. “Holy Hells,” he breathed, clenching his jaw as he took a step back, taking in the image laid before him. 

“Interesting,” you quipped, “I didn’t remember sending out an invitation to the Sisters of Justice.”

Mizora’s smirk only grew at the playful tone in your voice, her eyes shining bright with newfound vigor and curiosity. “Oh, you curious little pup,” she tuted, clicking her tongue as she shook her head and crossed her arms, “We’ll be making an important bargain. It’s only right the Sisters bear witness.”

There was a tug deep within your core as she spoke, anger fueling you as you clenched your fists and looked from Wyll back to Mizora, then watching as the Sisters of Justice hovered above the ground. 

Mizora continued to speak in a language only she and the Sisters understood, beckoning the despairingly frail parchment of Wyll’s contract to her perfectly manicured hands, relishing in the feeling of power as she held it before them.

“Your contract, Wyll,” her velvet voice wrapped itself against you, “signed in blood, forged in fire, bound in bone–”

There was a brief silence, the Sisters’ wing’s flinging open as they revealed themselves to the chill night air. Mizora’s words sent shivers down your spine as you looked to Wyll, who was trying to hold himself firm where he stood. 

“–But not unbreakable.”

You glanced at Wyll and watched him stutter, his mouth opening and closing as he looked up at Mizora, then over at you. 

“What are you proposing?” You asked, eyes growing dim as they met Mizora’s, trying to fight the flames in her own as she stalked you while she spoke. 

“No contract is ended without sacrifice,” she lulled, flashing a smile at you both as you seemed to grovel below her. “A cost must be paid.”

Ah, and here it is. 

You held your breath as she ascended with a heavy flutter of her wings, the tension in the room thick enough to cut making you feel claustrophobic under the she-devil’s gaze. 

“Wyll Ravengard,” her voice boomed, a foreboding ethereal light capturing her essence as it rose around her. “A choice is before you.” 

For as much as she spoke to Wyll, you knew she was addressing you in this choice to be made; she understood who’s decisions would matter most, who had the most at stake left to lose. While rebuilding a city without a Grand Duke seemed all but impossible–stopping the Grand Design even more so–Wyll was already in Mizora’s grip, presented as the perfect plaything to run her errands. There wasn’t much more she could get from him, besides enjoying his pain and suffering for eternity.

“Option one. I show you the way to your father. I guarantee him no harm except that from you and your allies. With this, you pledge your soul to me and the archdevil Zariel in a pact eternal.” 

You could hear Wyll’s heavy heart sink deep within his chest, a stark resolve trying to mask the fear raging through him. It seemed he’d already made his decision, all but pulling you deeper into the rage you felt for Mizora and her brethren. You turned towards the Sisters of Justice, their smiles otherworldly in their lack of grace. 

“Option two,” she said, watching him quiver and you broil, “I break your pact, and you are freed from your duty. Your father dies by his enemy's hand, and Baldur’s Gate loses its greatest champion.” 

A murmur graced itself throughout the camp, everyone taking in the demands of the she-devil, waiting to hear her final option, her final offer. 

But none came. 

“Mizora, you arsehole,” Wyll muttered under his breath, hating himself for contemplating what held more value to him. 

Karlach’s engine roared as her chest flamed. “Bloody Zariel, I won’t let her take Wyll!” She swore, stomping herself over to where Mizora had the two of you surrounded between herself and her Sisters. 

Her wicked grin only grew as she watched you almost break under the pressure of it all. “Oh, my dearest pup,” she said, her voice like thick honey as she spoke  to Wyll, but directed her gaze at you, “Choose your sacrifice.” 

The anger grew and grew, the sensation of the electricity running through you with a current you didn’t recognize and a ferocity nothing has ever matched before. Wyll’s choice seemed to be clear to him as his brows furrowed even more, a deep breath taken at the expense of his composure. 

“Choose,” Mizora said again, the irking pull of her voice causing the hair on your arms to stand on end. You watched as the fire upon the rings of the portal entrances seemed to grow more furious with life, licking up the suspended legs of the three women, waiting to consume them. 

Wyll straightened himself where he stood, looking towards the rest of his companions with a small, sad smile. Shadowheart shook her head with a frown, stepping closer as Karlach started to plead with Wyll to think about himself–his eternal soul–forever indebted to Zariel and her demon’s war. Even Astarion, who’d seemed unfazed by the idea of an all-powerful demon woman, had peeked out from his tent to watch the drama unfold. 

Mizora’s lip twitched as she watched you. 

You felt the words leave your mouth before you’d thought of saying them. “No. I know that’s not what you want.” 

The flames roared further as the colors of their tongues changed and grew, feeding off of your deliberate deference. Mizora’s brow rose, her eyes finally seeming to burst with her inner flames as her tongue licked across her lips, nodding slowly and with intent. 

She clicked her tongue again, relaxing the hulking mass of her wings behind her as she allowed her feet to finally touch the trodden ground. Shadowheart took a step back as she started her approach towards the group of you, Wyll flinching with each step she took and Karlach gripping the handle of her ax with battle-worn knowledge. 

Mizora stood before you, her visage bringing a sense of dread that seated itself so deeply in your core that you could all but taste the souls she reaped, the deals she’s made and those she’s damned to an eternal strife. 

She continued her slow nod, her supple skin seeming to suck in the unnatural light of the portals around you. She leaned her cold lips near your ear, the sound of your teeth grating together meant to steady your mind but only bringing you closer to that violent edge. 

“And what, my dear pup, is it that you think I want?”

There was a sudden shift to the tone of the room, a harsh darkness consuming you as you felt the last bits of heat left in the air being sucked away. The stark stillness of the space around you–the feeling of life between you and your companions all but missing as you wished yourself to look towards them, but couldn’t. The feel of Mizora’s lips against the skin of your ear had left you breathless, completely left in the mercy of a power you didn't understand. 

Your words caught in your throat as you struggled to answer, knowing exactly what it was that she wanting, but not daring to admit it. You couldn’t help it, though; there was no way you could settle for less, for Wyll’s sake. 

“Me.”

Her throaty laugh veiled your thoughts like a thick snowfall, drowning out the world around you as she took a step back, allowing your eyes to track over her body and think of every possible way you knew she’d make you suffer. The bounce of her chest as she hummed her low laugh made your hands twitch as you fought to restrain yourself from killing her, knowing it’d do no use in your predicament. 

Karlach’s pleas got louder as Shadowheart continued to back away from the scene, Wyll’s mouth agape as he watched the two of you converse before him, unsure if sacrificing himself would be worth the horrors to come. 

“Very good,” she nodded, her smile settling upon her face once again as she rocked back and forth on either foot with excited anticipation. “It seems you’re rather… observant,” she mumbled, snapping her fingers and keeping her eyes glued to yours as she flicked her wrist and sent Wyll’s contract away, a new one manifesting in its  place. 

Mizora’s fingers twirled around the smoke ridden air beside you, the deep red ink of this new contract glowing amidst the darkness. 

“A third, and final, more… experimental choice, perhaps, but you couldn’t help but to pull my deepest desires right out of me, Tav.”

The Sisters of Justice seemed to stir where they hovered, their fangs glinting in the dim light of the dark red ink as they fought against seemingly invisible restraints. 

Your heart thumped heavily in your chest, the sound of it ringing in your ears as you heard Wyll’s gentle pleading. “No, no, Tav, you can’t–”

“This contract I’ve so graciously written has a viable end date,” she started, a soft lilt in her voice as she paced with ease amongst you, “whereas Wyll’s does not, you understand,” she flicked the terrified man a wink, “so I feel as though when it comes to your fate, I’ve been countless times more generous.” 

You lifted your chin, bringing your face to meet that of the written contract. Your eyes scanned over words you didn’t understand, jumbles of text becoming sentences that made no sense to you until Mizora spoke them. 

“For the next hundred years, you remain obligated to…” she seemed to falter, if only for a second, the deep glare in her eyes telling of her intentions being purely her own desire. “Well, to me. To serving me.” She gestured at the contract as it wafted its way towards you, and she continued. 

“In body, mind and soul, but only temporarily, mind you,” she tutted, letting a hand fall gracefully upon her hip as she looked towards you again. “And you’d be under my sworn protection. No harm will come to you, and I’d be an alliance in your cause.” 

“You’re hiding something from me,” you stated, shaking your head. “What? How will I be serving you? Through blood? Battle? I’d be useless in Zariel’s war.” 

She chuckled, a soft and arduous laugh meeting your ears as her smile seemed to grow. “Sexually, dear pup, however I’d dream it to be.”

What?

The silence was just as heavy as the tension, blanketing the camp like a nervous fog. Everyone’s ears seemed to perk, brows furrowing as it took a moment for them to fully understand  what Mizora had proposed. 

After a moment, it was Astarion’s heinous cackle that finally broke through it all. All eyes snapped towards where he stood outside his tent, all but doubling over in tears from hysteria. You felt your cheeks flame red with embarrassment, grinding your jaw as your eyes flicked from one of your companions to the next, willing yourself to think of something to say as Mizora continued her chortling. 

She clicked her tongue again, shaking her head with the slow sort of seductiveness that only she had. “You don’t have much time to make a decision, hun,” she all but hissed. 

You and Wyll locked eyes, unsure of how to feel. It’s as if he was begging himself to choke back his wordless pleas, wanting to  be free of his pact and save his father, but never daring to ask you to condemn yourself to such a fate. 

“Oh, Gods,” Astarion quipped, catching his breath as he leaned against the small stool beside his tent. “Absolutely priceless…” he laughed to himself. 

Karlach shook her head and stood beside you as Jaheira finally made a hungover appearance from her own quarters, seemingly interested in the active display of power, wanting to see how it’d all play out. Shadowheart stood with a solid frown about her face, shoving Wyll with her boot as she urged him to say something. He remained silent, eyes wandering as if they were searching for something they would never find. 

“Priceless for Wyll, mayhaps,” Mizora chortled, “Is that not what you were asking for?” she continued, gesturing to you in your stupor. She wafted the contract over to you yet again, letting it gently flutter into your hands. 

“Consider yourself a lucky one, pup,” she hummed, lifting a nail to the tip of her lips, “So many would find this sort of proposition as a gift.”

You slowly began to shake your head, going over all the possible pros and cons of the different choices, barely able to understand the thoughts flying through your mind. Astarioin’s voice snapped your gaze back towards him. 

“If it were my choice,” he started, strutting towards you, “It’d be an easy one. The idea is to destroy the would-be Illithid empire, rebuild Baldur’s Gate, and keep us all alive to see the end, is it not?”

You scowled at him, the rest of the camp all listening to his protests with adept ears. “Besides,” he continued, “What’s a short century of fun sex compared to Wyll’s eternal enslavement in the Blood Wars?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’d condemn the Hero of the Sword Coast to such a fate?” 

You could all but taste the sarcasm in his voice as he fell into another fit of laughter,  but he wasn’t wrong. You looked back towards Mizora with a mix of embarrassment and rage, still unable to trust her, but understanding that, at the end of the day, this truly would be the best of the worst–the most viable option, for Wyll’s sake. 

You cleared your throat, trying your best to ignore the glaring eyes of your companions around you. There was a slowness as the nod approached you, a deep chill running through you as you dared to finally meet Mizora’s eyes with a new understanding within your own. 

“If I sign,” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, “Wyll’s pact is done? And his father saved?”

Mizora held her hand to her chest, mocking the gesturr of clutching a necklace of pearls as she looked sarcastically shocked. “My dearest pup,” she gasped, fanning herself as she smiled, “My word–these contracts–are the only form of respectable currency left,” she chortled, summoning a deep red quill to match the ink of the contact now glowing with deep desire as it sat amidst your palms. She gestured to the Sisters of Justice, your gaze following  her hand as their feet met the ground, their wings stretching wide as they urged you to sign.

You looked up at her, heat rising in your cheeks as her gaze burned into you. Her smirk grew with each uneven breath you took, eyes flicking back towards Wyll, who’s eyes were full of tears as he watched you sign away the next hundred years to keep him–and the city at large–safe. 

The quill seemed light in your hand, as if it held no physical form, willing itself to move the way your fingers told it without any thought. The longer you hesitated the faster the quill seemed to move, sensing the fear flowing through you as it scrawled itself across the page, the blood-red ink seeping deep into the parchment with a beautiful flourish of your name. 

Your breath caught in your throat, the heavy sound of flames licking flesh overcoming your senses as Mizora’s smile widened, the newly sealed contract vanishing to mist with a quick snap of her fingers.

The Sisters of Justice nodded their heads in reverence before raising them to meet your eyes, the devious grin of a devil’s game well-played and won clear on their lips. 

A new sort of heaviness hung over the camp. Your companions watched Mizora quietly, waiting with a breath held in their chests as she approached you. 

You jumped as she clapped her hands together, a quick jolt of fear running through your spine as you felt something within you change; something within your very being had been altered, a connection created where there wasn’t one before. Mizora’s smirk spoke clearly. 

“Now!” she yelped, her own excitement building as she lifted a gentle hand and laid it on your arm, trailing her perfectly kept claws over your skin, your shoulder, collarbone, neck…

“My sweet, sweet pup,” she cooed, giggling at the trance you tried to resist, “I’m not known for my patience.”

There was a sudden piercing cold in your core as stiff fabric was torn from unseen flesh, the dank air of the tragic night hitting the bare skin of your exposed body, shivers rising on your skin as you looked down at yourself with shock written clear in your expression. 

You raised your shaking hands to wrap your arms around your exposed and hardening nipples, holding your breath without intent as you struggled to maintain some sense of composure. 

You faltered over your protests, feet glued to the ground as the words struggled to fall from your mouth. “This isn’t… you never said–”

There was the hard feeling of heated metal clapped on either wrist. As you looked down and struggled against your newfound restraints, the Sisters of Justice only hardened their grip, already leaving a deep red mark of a bruise as they gripped tighter with each tug. 

Mizora stood before you, sauntering back and forth as she watched you struggle against the strength of two ancient devils, delighting in the sureness she saw on your face that this was a fight you could win. They couldn’t be more wrong, she thought, the maniacal laugh of a lust-driven force emanating deep from within her as she continued to feast upon you with her eyes.  

You could hardly concentrate on the mutter of the voices of your companions shooting through your mind as you continued your fighting, huffing hot breaths of anger as the embarrassment and shame started to work its way between it, another cold breeze swirling around your naked body. Mizora’s gaping, toothy smile was all but revealing a small bit of hungry, primal, animalistic drool. 

The chattering turned to screams and pleas as your companions began their full protest, yet none were able to reach you to help. You couldn’t bear to meet their eyes as you continued your reeling, their shrill cries all but building up that pit of shame and rage in your core. The harder the Sisters gripped, the more willed you were to fight. Yet, no matter how hard you pulled, your feet remained planted firmly to their place in the ground.

The tips of your fingers started to go numb as the red bruising of the Sisters’ grip on your wrists tightened yet again, a grunt of pain falling from your lips as you pleaded, “This isn’t what I agreed to!”

Mizora’s laugh echoed throughout your flooding skull, mingling with Wyll’s desperate chokes of a once damned soul. 

“You bitch!” he raved, fighting against Karlach’s gentle hold as she shook her head, doing her best to hold him back from what would be an assured death if he threw himself upon such an exalted she-demon. She pulled her eyes away from the scene, averting her gaze to the ground as she tried to calm Wyll amongst his screams, unsure of what she could possibly say or do to fix it. 

With another wave of her wrist, Mizora had a rough gag woven around your neck, between your lips. You choked at the texture against your teeth, gagging as your tongue was pushed against it. 

“Oh, my pup,” she muttered, the same hand she summoned the gag with now running gently through your hair, across your chin, down your chest, finding herself one of your nipples to play with. 

You mumbled hard against the restraint, unable to keep yourself from biting against the hard rope and grating your teeth against it. Your throat was going raw as you screamed against it, unable to spit out anymore words. 

“You are so beautiful when you’ve been shut up,” Mizora smiled, continuing to let her hand trail down your body; across your waist, against your supple skin. She left shivers in her fingers wake while you continued to thrash against your restraints.

Jaheira approached the devil with purpose, her eyes slitted and brows furrowed as her voice boomed. “This has gone far enough!” she announced, unsheathing her sword from where it sat against her back. 

Mizora paid her no mind, merely rolling her eyes and gesturing in her direction. Your eyes followed in perfect time, watching as Jaheira’s weapon was flung from her hand and she was brought to her knees with the same force that kept your feet planted on the ground. 

Shadowheart ran to her side, falling to the ground beside her as she tried with everything she had to lift her up, but failed. Jaheira’s screaming became incoherent swears as her eyes were trained on Mizora’s fingers, ever so slowly making their way to find themselves between your legs. 

Your eyes shot wide as you felt the sensation of her hot skin against your own, bucking your hips in time with the gentle touch of her fingers in protest. You whined and yelped against your gag with no relief, your words lost amongst it. 

As your companions watched you devolve upon Mizora’s hand, the final realization of just how much you’d given up to her had set in. 

Wyll’s screams and protests became throaty sobs as curses were thrown at a devil who wouldn’t hear them, Shadowheart finally devolving to leaving Jaheira where she sat amongst the mud and dirt to hide her own tears of fear alone. Eyes averted from your pleading gaze, seeing them all finally turn away as it was all too much to bear, bringing shame to your own eyes as a hot tear found its way down your cheek. 

Astarion had stayed where he was as the scene began to unfold, but this had become something even he wouldn’t witness. Somehow, though, he couldn't look away. The searing heat of rage in his chest drove him deep into his own memories, unable to find the motivation to fight for you as he succumbed to the feeling. 

The taught muscles of your legs shook as three fingers were plunged deep within your folds, a screech of pain eminating from behind your gag as she stretched your walls apart between them. 

“Ahh,” she hummed, leaning her face down in front of your own, taking a moment to revel in your relentless fighting and rage before letting her tongue flick across your cheek, licking away the tear trail before another started to fall. “Who thought a whore like you could have a cunt so tight, hmm?” she purred. 

As you devolved further and further into knowing you wouldn’t escape until Mizora saw fit, the fear welled up further within you. Your breath raced, matching the unrhythmic beat of your heart, unable to staunch your flow of tears as you understood all you’d lost. You heard Shadowheart’s quiet cries from her tent ruminating behind Wyll and Jaheira’s pointless screams, Astarion lost in watching. 

Mizora’s wicked smile only grew as she watched you making peace with your fate through your raging, tear-filled eyes, her own hunger growing stronger within her. 

“The sniveling of your companions is rather distracting, dearest,” she muttered, leaning her lips right up against your own as she pulled her fingers from your aching cunt, “Let me move us to someplace a bit more private.” 

The open expanse of a camp under the night sky became a void of dark, inky black. You felt the hard earth turn to cold stone beneath you, a pedastool keeping you risen above the void. Mizora’s eyes glowed with the same fireceness as the solid red ring of hellfire around the stone slab you stood upon, keeeping you and your three captors perfect sat in the middle of it. 

She sighed, pushing a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face back behind your ear with a seemingly gentle touch as she let her other hand find its way back to your cunt. 

“Let’s put that quick tongue of yours to use, hmm?” she sang, pinching your clit between her sharp claws before taking a step back. 

You yelped out against the gag yet again, helpeless against the pain. 

“Sisters,” she purred, laying her orders out with the slick sweetness of her words as she snapped her fingers, her intricatae gown disappearing into mist the same way your contract had. “Let’s make sure this first round is a perfect example of what our dear pup has in store for the next century, shall we?”

There was a shift in the pressures against you as your body was laid upon the hard stone with force, your ears ringing from the impact. You choked another pained sobbed from behind the gag, squeezing your eyes shut as more hot tears made their way to the cold stone beneath you. There was a hard tightness as your wrists were bound together yet again by ties you couldn’t see, your legs held apart by another restraint. 

There was the warm sensation of Mizora’s hand lifting your shuddering chin, the soft feel of her thighs pressing themselves against either side of your head. Your gag suddenly vanished, causing you to suck in a hot breath, tasting the scent of Mizora’s cunt on your swollen tongue. 

“P-please!” you choked out between a gasp for breath, “It hurts–”

She breathed out a hot laugh, stroking your hair as you tried to pull your head away from her wet sex and failed. 

“Tsk, tsk,” she tutted, her gentle stroking of your hair becoming a tight grip, yanking your head as far back as it would go. “Enough with the protests, dear. Lets get to my pleasure now, shall we?”

As she took her handful of your hair and pushed your mouth hard against her throbbing cunt, you felt the sudden pressure of a searing hot tip rubbing quickly between your folds from behind. You struggled against Mizora’s hand as you felt the ribbed cock throb against your abused folds, sobbing into her cunt as you thrashed, barely able to move. 

As the one Sister wasted no time in pushing her length deep into your cunt, the other climbed atop you, straddling your back as she quickly shoved her own cock into your ass with enough force to give you a small tear. 

You gritted your teeth and continued your useless thrashing against the sudden pain, your eyes wide with shock as Mizora shoved your face harder into her cunt, cooing about how perfect you looked while being broken. You felt a small, hot trail of blood work its way from between your legs amidst the relentless pounding you were struggling against. You screamed against Mizora’s dripping sex, begging for air with your pleading, tear-filled gaze as you saw her smile down at you. 

You were completley at their mercy; your will stripped from you in the most pirmal form. The growls and grunts of the Sisters of Justice seemed to mingle with your thoughts of desperate prayers to Gods that wouldn’t listen, the broken feeling of your very sould falling apart around two ribbed cocks and bewtween Mizora’s searing cunt. You felt yourself succumbing to the chains in which you’d been placed, merely wishing for a quick end and hating yourself for not wanting to keep fighting.

The Sister’s moans mingled throughout the empty void, the sound of their cocks smacking against your bruising skin creating an unholy rhythm that seemed to harmonize with your sobs. The more you resisted, the further you felt yourself approaching your own orgasm. The constant pain of the ribbed cambion dicks pushing against each other through your walls had you squeezing your legs together, your sharp restraints the only thing keeping them apart. 

“Eat, pup,” Mizora demanded, snapping her fngers again with a dark glint in her eyes. Your mouth seemed to open on its own volition, her slick quickly seeping into your mouth, against your tongue, down your throat. 

She rocked her hips against your mouth, pressing your head against her harder with the grip she had on your hair. Your body trembled and shook as the Sisters continued to slam into you, their own moans and grunts of pleasure mixing between their soft giggles and laughs. 

When you gagged at the slick building in your mouth, Mizora tugged your head back and delivered a swift smack to your cheek. You shrieked with your raw throat before she pushed you down yet again. The Sisters seemed to find great pleasure in your plight, their paces quickening with the more frustrated Mizora seemed to get.

“I said, eat.” 

Your tears mixed with the wet slick of her cunt, your tongue working circles between her folds until it found its way to her buzzing clit. You swallowed, closing your eyes as another broken sob fell from your lips. You were pulled back and forth against the hard cold slab which each thrust from the Sister’s behind you, your skin starting to chaffe and blister the more they chased their own highs. They pulled your skin with a harsh vigor, sinking their claws deep into your soft skin to get a better grip as they pulled and pushed you across the floor.

“Perfect, my dear,” Mizora purred, sighing as she leaned herself back and letting out a deep moan of pleasure, “Just like that,” she said, giving your hair another tug. 

Your body was starting to burn and go numb all at once, the nerve  you’d been giving all but being sucked from your body as you ran out of energy from fighting for so long. You gasped against Mizora with each painful thrust, diziness starting  to set in with the lack of breath. You heaved, your weak fingers gripping at smooth stone, nails pulling against it as you lazily racked your fingers acrossed it in a final attempt to fight against the building pleasure in your core. 

You squeezed your eyes shut with the last bit of strength you had left, a solitary tear hitting the cold stone as it dripped between Mizora’s thighs. There was a numbing heat that threw you higher than you’d ever been, the weightlessness of it all leaving you breathless and twitching. You felt yourself float against the grating roughness of the stone, a pool of your own pleasure spilling between your legs as the Sister’s started pounding you harder. 

“Oh, how sweet,” Mizora praised you, “cumming with your face between my legs.” She laughed softly, guiding your head back and forth as your tongue pushed harder against her clit. With each tug, she groaned, her toes curling with each little whine and plea that left your lips sending a jolt into her. Your eyes rolled deep to the back of your skull, your mind pounding with blank bliss as they all continued to fuck you through the high.

“Keep cumming, my sweet,” she hummed, rubbing her cunt against your chin, “so perfectly pathetic as your body shakes for me.”

She writhed against your crying lips as one Sister of Justice began to falter with her pace, her rhythm becoming sloppy as the tip of her engorged, ribbed cock throbbed hard against your cervix. You barely felt her load coating your insides, consdiering they wouldn’t let up relentlessly fucking you through your forced orgasm. 

Your body twitched with each quick thrust of the second Sister beneath you as the first stilled her movements, shoving her length deep inside as to not waste a drop of her spend on the cold, hard stone. 

Mizora gripped your hair tighter as she watched the second Sister approaching her own climax, gently praising her as she filled your second hole. Her cum mixed well with the trickle of blood running down your thighs. You hated yourself for loving the feeling, for having gotten off on the ruthless abuse of your holes. 

She wasn’t far off from her finish herself, but Mizora couldn’t help but relishing in the way you looked all fucked-out and useless beneath her. 

You felt the hot spend of thick cum dripping down your legs, blending  with your own pool of pleasure you were laying in. 

“Bathed in filth,” Mizora quipped, hissing as she sucked in a hot breath. “my disgusting little pet,”

Her coos of detrimental praise began mix with her own sounds of pleasure. She pulled you tighter against her cunt, your tongue finding its way deep inside of her sopping entrance. She held your head in place, riding your face and grinding her cunt against you while your tongue swirled, her clit pushing up against your nose as you gasped for air, all but unable to breathe.

“That’s it, my pup,” she huffed, throwing her head back behind her as she came undone within your mouth. Her wanton moans of pleasure filled your head as you lost yourself, the gentle black haze of losing consciousness finally claiming you as you blacked out.

—

You don’t remember coming back to yourself, only the feeling of the hard earth against your cheek as your vision began to swim again. You could just barley make out the first rays of the rising sun peeking over the horizon. 

There was a soft mumble of paniced voices rushing closer, vague shapes appearing in your vision as everything slowly started to come to you. 

As you came back to yourself, so did all the hurt. You were painfully aware of the sharp restraints still gripping you together, sharp barbs digging deep into shredded, bloody skin. Your entire body throbbed with bruises, skin marked red and yellow and blue and purple from the constant beating and pounding. You gagged as you swallowed, choking on your spit as you raged to catch a breath. 

You fought against the first touch of a soft hand on your back, shrieking and thrashing as Shadowheart spoke with firmness to try to calm you. She gently worked at the bonds holding you restrained, hands shaking as she mumbled about rusted wire in an open wound. 

You choked on your breaths, sucking in the air as your chest heaved. As she worked your wrists and feet free, the rest of your companions slowly made their way over to where you’d been dropped, gasping and shaking their heads as they worked in tandem to silently tend to your broken body. 

You could feel the hot stains of tear trails still fresh on your cheeks, the dirt of the stone slab and the hard ground sticking to where they’d fallen from your face. You could focus on nothing but the numbing sensation ruminating through your brain, Shadowhearts gentle healing words barely enough to soothe the searing pain. 

A hundred years, you thought, another tear making its way to the cold ground beneath you. 

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Been SLACKING on the entirety of kinktober as a whole 😭 maybe I'll just write more knotting/breeding/in heat brainrot instead at this point 👀 inbox is open for prompts and suggestions!!

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Another absolutely lovely story with @bashcrandicoot 's lovely Dev and Gale 😌

You can find this one on ao3!!

Dev desperately finds himself needing to escape to his sub space again, but doesn't know how to ask for it.

~5.4k words

tw: pup play, leash, collar, @n@l, pillow humping, sliiiiight overstimulation

Things were starting to get to him again. 

Of course, he didn’t know that, he just felt it. He was never one to know how he was feeling, especially when he was in the middle of it. 

It had been long enough since their life had found some balance, since they’d last seen the rest of their companions; that is to say, life was all but normal. As normal as it could be when you were the perfect stay-at-home husband to one of the world’s newest and yet most sought after professors of magic. 

He cherished every moment of their shared life together; the big ones, the small ones, the ones he wished would pass faster and everything he wished he could slow down and live in forever. There was a sort of beauty in the everyday domestic bliss of being as he was, creating a warm home where there had been something so desolate and cold just months before. To every God Devour had cursed and and every holy being he berated, he found himself gently thanking them for the gifts they had now seen fit to give him. 

And he knew this. He felt this deep within his core in a way that made him feel full and complete and like all of the pain and the suffering that they each had to go through was worth it if this is the ending they’d so graciously receive.

But yet, there were times between it all–between the galas and speeches and extravagant dinners and glorious receptions, and the soft domestic bliss of baking fresh bread and pressing expensive suites–where he got lost. It wasn’t often, but it was recognizable enough. 

The soft care from his husband never ceased; constant brushing against his waist, his arms, his hand, peppering kisses all over his face and smiling at him from across the room or dinner table. But there were still times when Gale saw his lover's eyes shifting into the shadows, losing themselves to the dark places of what once was. 

Getting Devour to let him in to help bear the weight of it all took time, but Gale was patient. They had all the time they could ever need to nurture each other, and he made sure Dev knew that, no matter how long it took, or how many times he needed to repeat himself. 

Seeing the rage in him the first few times helped Gale to understand him better; there were still parts of Dev that he didn’t quite know–just didn’t quite get–but he knew that with more time and more love, one day, he would. After all, he had infinite amounts of it all to give to him, if that’s what he needed. 

He’d never get him to admit it, but Gale knew how deeply he needed to be cared for, to be reminded that he was allowed to be small and to feel things, especially the things that he tried over and over to push away. He’d say it until he was blue in the face in every way he possibly knew how: Gale would make sure he truly knew that it was okay to turn it all off and let go, let himself be held together by someone who could see the more vulnerable parts of him and choose not to hurt him nonetheless. Someone who would love him more for it. 

—

It was a little bit different this time, though. For all the work he’d put in, Dev could tell where he was headed when everything started to slowly close in on him again. That didn’t mean it was easy, but at least he knew. 

He watched Gale from across the study as he hunched over his desk, brows furrowed as he played with his graying hair and studied the tome beneath him, every few minutes rapidly flipping through a couple of pages before pausing to take notes and mutter under his breath. 

Dev let out a soft sigh, getting lost in the sight of the person he loved most. He watched him work some nights, joining with his own miscellaneous tasks on others, or simply lounged for a nap next to him. Tonight, he wanted to study Gale the way he studied his books, wanting to drink in every part of him with his eyes so that he wouldn’t ever forget what it felt like to just feel. 

Gale’s first glance up was small; a little smile as he caught Dev watching him before returning to his work. He just got so incredibly caught up in it all every once in a while–the thin parchment full of incredibly tiny text, analyzing old spells, grading papers–that sometimes time would escape him and suddenly the sun would have risen. Now, however, after just a moment, he looked up again, letting his gaze linger on Dev before waving across the room and cocking his head to the side. 

He leaned back, stretching his arms for a second and sighing again. “Are you alright, dear?”

Dev nodded, giving Gale a soft smile of his own.

His eyebrows shot towards the ceiling as he slowly stood from his desk, putting down the quill he was holding and setting his wire-framed reading glasses down on the heavy wood. Just a soft little smile? He thought, no snarky remarks? No sexy comment? He found himself thinking back to the previous few days. 

Gale had spent an obscene amount of time on campus, as was usually required of most professors towards the end of each semester. Dev wasn’t one to mind the long work days, especially since they weren’t a constant part of the normal schedule. Now, though, as he watched Dev’s eyes soften, his chest heave gently with emotion, he knew he’d missed all the usual signs of his slow descent into needing from him, more so than usual and in a way that Dev always hated to ask. 

He shook his head, smiling gently at Dev as he shed his suit jacket and walked over to stand behind the chair where he sat, leaning himself over the back just a bit and placing his arms over Dev’s heavy shoulders, resting his head on the plush seat back. “It’s nice to be home with you,” he said, letting out a soft breath as he kissed his intricately scaled cheek. “I’ve missed you these past few days, being so busy.” 

The way his body reacted to Gale’s touch told him everything he needed to know: Dev really needed him. But not just in the way that someone needs their partner when they’re in love, but in the way which Dev just does. 

He melted under Gale’s small hands, leaning back against the chair and letting his head rest. His eyes fluttered shut as he huffed out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, almost shuddering as he felt Gale’s lips meet his face. 

“I’ve missed you, too,” he mumbled. 

Gale nodded, smiling as the gears in his brain started to turn. “Come,” he said, patting Dev’s shoulders as he stood straight again, “let’s pick something for dinner. I’ll cook,” he smiled. He rounded the chair and held out a hand to Dev. “Then I can give you a massage and run you a bath. Let me take care of you, okay?”

Although there was a tiny little part of him that screamed to resist, Dev got lost in the caring words. His eyes melted of their concern and fear for a moment as he let the idea of being pampered fill him with excitement, trying his hardest not to push it away. He nodded, his eyes wide, a tiny smile working its way to his lips. 

“I’d like that,” he whispered. 

—

Gale knew how to work a kitchen quite well and every time Dev got to see him in action he couldn’t help but swoon. No matter how low he may have been feeling, Gale’s jaunty little banter and twinkling little steps couldn’t help but bring a smile to his face. There was something to the way Gale was able to make something so simple into art that he could watch over and over again. 

Gale reveled in the fact that everything was working as expected. He knew how to care for Dev and saw each little quip and joke and gesture and flashing smile loosen him up more and more, showing him that it was okay to let go. He took his time making Dev’s favorite meal, singing through his motions just to keep the smile plastered on his face. The real art here was knowing how to make and keep him happy, and Gale was a known artist.

“Do you know, Dev,” he said, lighting a few candles on the table before heading back to the stove, “Just how proud of you I am?” 

Gale was glad he was facing the lovely meal on the stove, not able to contain his giddy smirk. He knew it’s what Dev needed to hear, but what really made him blush was knowing how his eyes went wide and heart fluttered in his chest every time he was praised. 

He never let Gale do it often, let alone asked for it. But now, he sat behind the wizard at the stove in a heavy wooden chair that seemed much too small under his hulking form, quiet and blushing and shuffling his feet beneath him. 

“It’s on nights like this,” he continued, throwing a few things into the boiling pot and stirring softly, “that I remember how lucky I am. How lucky we both are.” 

He turned to face Dev, smiling from ear to ear as he saw how flustered he’d become. He knew he wanted the praise, needed it even, but that he never knew how to take it or what to do when he finally got it. 

Gale tilted  his head to the side, letting his wiry hair fall over his shoulder, making his way to where Dev sat. He sighed, pulling the neighboring chair over to sit closer to him, letting a hand gently fall upon his lap. 

“Dev?” he all but whispered, leaning down a bit to try to get his gaze to meet his own. 

He saw him fighting it and could smell the smoke coming from his ears as he heard him fighting with himself to give in. 

Gale sighed, lifting his hand to caress the dragonborn's soft face, lifting his chin and turning his cheek, rubbing a soft line across his scales as he met his gentle eyes. 

“I’m here,” Gale said, his voice finding its way through all of the fighting, the steam, the raging machines whirring inside his skull and somehow finding their mark. 

Devour let out a heavy breath that he didn’t know he was holding, leaning over and letting his full weight fall on the wizard’s lap. He caught his breath in time, taking a moment before each exhale to savor the scent of Gale’s worn suit and stained apron. Places he didn’t even know could be tense finally relaxed, a full body shudder running through him as he finally found himself centered again. 

Gale let a practiced hand trail along his scales, tracing the intricate lines and symmetrical patterns they made all layered upon themselves, smiling when Dev nuzzled himself just a little more into his lap. 

They sat like that for a moment, Gale holding Devour as he found himself falling deeper and deeper into the comfort of it all. 

Gale let out a deep chuckle as Dev pushed and scooted himself closer to him, wrapping an arm around his lover and leaving a small kiss on the top of his head. “I truly am proud of you, you know. And lucky to have you.” He hummed a soft tune, letting a moment of silence lay between them as Dev sighed comfortably into his lap. 

Gale  smiled as he clicked his tongue. “Oh, Dev,” he all but sang. “You’re a good boy, right?”

That’s it. Gale had him. 

For a second Dev went stiff, letting the words hit him like a tidal wave like they did every time the name left Gale’s lips. Then there was the little squirming, soft grumbling giggles, hiding his face in the depths of Gale’s apron and lap. He gripped onto the fabric as his fingers twiddled amongst themselves. Even though Gale couldn’t see it, his lovely scales were flushing a deep, deep red. 

Gale let out the most gentle laugh, rubbing Dev’s back as he was all flustered. “What do good boys say when they’re praised, pup?” he whispered. 

Dev squirmed even more, pushing his head into Gale’s soft tummy as he pulled at his clothes, shaking his head and grumbling under his breath despite the wide smile he was hiding. 

“Hmm? What was that?” Gale teased, scratching him on the side of his chin. 

More shiting around, more squirming, another little laugh. “hmkdankyuff,” he said between a huff into Gale’s lap. 

Gale chuckled, shaking his head and smiling as Dev’s little hips started to wiggle back and forth. “Good boys know how to speak up.”

It took a moment, but slowly–and after a bit of convincing–Dev lifted his chin, his big puppy dog eyes wide and soft and meeting Gale’s gaze with a yearning he knew all too well. His jaw tensed as he tried to hide his smile, his blushing only getting deeper and raging from his cheeks to the tip of his snout. 

“I… uh…” he whispered, flicking his gaze to the side, “thank you,” he all but mumbled. 

Gale laughed, leaving another little kiss and a soft pat on the top of his head before standing. Dev tugged a bit at his robes, whining as he stood and looking up at him from where he sat, pushing his snout against his waist. 

It filled Gale with more than mere joy to see this side of him. It’s this he thought, taking care of him, that makes it all so worth it. 

He met Dev’s little sad whines with a giggle of his own, wrapping his arms around him and giving him a tight squeeze, watching the little wag of his hips picking up as his tail started to sway along with it. 

“Here,” he said, patting him on either shoulder and taking a step back, “I’ll be right back.” 

Gale stepped away for a moment, leaving to the hall to rummage through an old drawer or closet. Dev decided to make himself comfortable and found the softest spot on the wooden floor of the kitchen to sit down, waiting for Gale’s return. 

He lost himself there as he vibrated with anticipation, his eyes drooping as he felt the wave of comfort wash over him when Gale came back through the archway. 

His smile grew wider as he approached Dev, his heartbeat pumping in time to the soft thumps of his worn leather boots against the floor. With each step he took, Dev seemed to swoon more and more, all but drifting away from everything that was holding him back just moments before, now smiling and blushing and wagging his tail across the floor as Gale bent over to give him a peck on the snout. 

“Come here,” he muttered between a hot breath and a smile, locking his gaze with Dev’s wide and happy eyes as he gently clipped the hefty and warm leather collar around his neck. 

The little latch clicked into place, sending another jolt of electricity up Dev’s spine, his energy all but spilling over as he kissed Gale’s cheek once, then twice, then a bunch of times over and over until Gale finally started laughing and stood up straight, scratching the top of Dev’s head as he made his way back over to the stove. 

Dev started to follow him, then stopped. His brows furrowed as he pouted, letting his butt slam on the floor as he let out a huff. 

Gale chuckled, turning back around. “Yes, pup?”

It didn’t matter how deep he was already in, whenever Gale looked him in the eye and called him that sweet, sweet name, he melted. His eyes flicked to the side as he shrank where he sat for a moment, working up the courage to ask. 

Gale put a hand on his hip, raising his brows, waiting. 

He shuffled a bit where he sat, the way the worn leather felt against his neck bringing more heat to his face as he tried to clear his throat. “I… you…”

Gale beamed at him. “Hmm?” He urged him to go on.  

“You…” he stuttered over himself, his words becoming a little breathy as his cheeks flushed deeply. “Mmmmyouforgottheleash,” he breathed out all at once, trying to spit the words out as fast as possible as he squirmed where he sat, gaze flicking around the floor. 

Gale’s gaze darkened as his smile widened, his step back towards Dev full of conviction. “I didn’t forget, love,” he said, the low hum of his voice causing Dev’s heart to skip beats and stomach to flutter. “I was merely waiting for you to ask.” 

He knelt down on one knee, taking out the coiled leash from his pocket and softly unfolding it, grabbing the little metal clip and lifting Dev’s chin with his other hand, the glint in his eyes shining bright as he attached it to the loop on his collar. 

“You’re being a very good boy for me,” Gale smiled, standing and tapping his foot on the floor before stepping back to his place in front of the stovetop, looping the other end of the leash around his wrist and giving it the softest of pulls to making sure Dev followed and sat as close to him as he could. 

There was no hesitation as he leaned up against Gale’s leg, letting his head lay against his thigh as he closed his eyes and smiled. Dev let his thoughts get away from him and focused solely on just how good it felt to be pressed up against him while he hummed away, stirring the fragrant pot of hearty stew while every so often looking down at Dev and smiling, nudging him gently with his knee and leaning down to pepper a small kiss on the top of his head. 

He finally found himself letting go of it all, forgetting all the things that had driven him away from such grace in the first place. His eyes closed as he breathed in deep, rubbing his nose up Gale’s leg as he sighed with feeling just as small as he needed to, just as held and cared for.

There was a gentle haze hovering around his thoughts, one of Gale’s creation even if he didn’t know it. Dev breathed him in, his eyes fluttering behind his gently shut lids as he felt Gale’s hand upon his cheek, breath upon his skin, gentle eyes locked upon his own. He let himself revel in the perfect moment, his breath hitching in his throat as his thoughts started unraveling even further; from the feeling of being held to that of being needed and claimed, from gentle breaths to hot gasps. To him, the comfort was all the same, the rising heat inside of him doing nothing more than driving him further and further into the place he most needed to be. 

And, of course, Gale noticed. 

How couldn’t he, with the growing tent of Dev’s pants and the gentle roll of his hips against his boot? 

For a moment, he decided it’d be nice to let Dev get lost in it all, eyes closed in a heavenly way as the sides of his mouth twitched just slightly, the tiny hip rolls becoming a more solid rutting, no matter how gentle. Gale smiled to himself as he blushed, his own gut roiling with sudden need as a little whine made its way from Dev’s lips. 

He bit his lip as he gently placed the lid on the pot, a small flick of his wrist–a practiced gesture, really–extinguishing the  magic flames the stew was cooking on. He looked down at Dev and smiled, trying his hardest not to blow his load right then and there with the way his gentle and wide puppy eyes looked back up at him; so expectantly, so full of need and passion and utterly given to every one of his whims and desires, just waiting to be told what to do and to carry out the task the way every good pup does. 

Gale took a step back from the stove, turning his back to Dev as he made a  slow saunter over towards the kitchen exit. Dev’s brows raised as he shifted a bit towards where Gale was leading him, the feeling of him stepping away drawing a whine from his pouting snout. 

Gale stopped before taking another step and sighed, tapping his foot as he tugged at the leather strap he had bound around his wrist. 

Dev’s eyes widened as he felt the pressure around his neck from the pull, having to catch himself as a light groan left his lips. Gale didn’t turn back to respond, merely stood there waiting, but he tensed at the pleasing sound as it found its way to him,  

It wasn’t a far distance between the kitchen and the bedroom, but Gale took his time leading Dev there, savoring every little pant and whine as he pulled him along, his willing obedience doing nothing but building that coiling feeling of pleasure in his core. He flicked his hand as they made their way down the small hall to light the array of warm candles, the sun having just kissed the horizon goodnight and the darkness starting to seep in. 

He turned to Dev as they approached the door, twisting the knob as he watched his lover squirm. His eyes were dark with the silent ferocity of lust, yet his hands gently pawed at Gale’s leg with the touch of a feather, leaning against him softly as he looked back up at him. 

Gale took a deep breath as his jaw clenched, his head spinning with how drunk he felt off taking the lead. He slowly reached down, making sure to savor the way Dev’s face looked beneath his own, and gave the leash a tight pull, yanking Dev’s cheek to be right against his, his lips against his ear, hot breath running across his scales. 

The whimper Dev let out in response had Gale reeling as he tried to keep it together. He shuddered against Dev’s ear as he swallowed the hard lump in his throat to stop himself from drooling. He nipped at Dev’s soft scales, following them with a small kiss. His breath shook as he reached out with a steady hand to unclip the leash from his collar. 

“On the bed, pup,” he groaned, breathing in the way he smelt before slowly rising again. 

Dev was a very good boy, quickly making his way over to where Gale had gestured. One minute he was sitting by the wizard’s feet, the next he was comfortably between plush silken pillows, cheeks flushed, cock straining against his pants as he looked back towards Gale. 

Gale stood in the doorway, his silhouette outlined by the soft light of the candles in the hall behind him. He swayed with a set rhythm only he and Dev could feel, his chest heaving with certainty as he took every breath. 

Dev felt himself brimming at the edge of need, whining as he rearranged himself on the bed between the pillows, his eyes flicking around the room as he struggled to cope with the blush on his cheeks as Gale sat in the doorframe and watched. 

Gale leaned against the doorframe with an arm perched above his head, posing against it with an ease to him that made Dev’s heart skip a beat. He could see the brief outline of a smile against the backdrop lighting as he let out a breath. “So eager to please,” Gale huffed, “such an obedient boy.”

Dev heard the shuffling of fabric against skin as Gale loosened the waist of his pants, the dim lighting barely showing the relief on his face as he finally held his cock in his hands, letting out a deep moan as he stroked himself from base to hip, tracing his fingers over his head as precum started to leak down his shaft. 

“Since you’ve been so good,” he hissed, his head gently rolling back against the doorframe for a moment before it tilted to the side, his sultry and hooded eyes making contact with Dev’s, “I think I’ll let you cum for me.”

Gale smiled as Dev wriggled where he sat, looking down at the sheets with a small little roll of his hips. He turned to the side, looking to hide his face to avoid Gale seeing just how red he’d become. 

“Oh, we can’t have that, pup,” Gale said from the doorframe, chuckling softly. “I need to see you.”

Dev sighed, the twitch of his dick driving him to do as Gale said, turning back to face him in full. 

“Good,” he droned, humming as another moan fell upon Dev’s ears, tightening his grip on himself. “Now go ahead and pleasure yourself, but make sure I get to keep my clear view of the show,” he said, his breath growing heavier as he thrusted into his hand. 

Dev took his time leaning over the few pillows, keeping his nervous yet unrelenting gaze set upon Gale’s figure as his lover bucked into himself. He was so ethereal standing there, so godlike, the light behind him shrouding his visage in a way that made him so beautiful that Dev couldn’t tear his eyes away no matter how much he tried. 

There was no thought as he gripped the sheets beneath him, squeezing the plush pillow between his thighs as his back arched and he rutted against it, matching his thrusts in time to Gale’s as his pleading gaze watched him. His soft pants became wetter, heavier with each passing moment, his building desire turning them to whimpers, turning those to breathy groans. 

Gale watched him intently, drinking in the way Dev’s body coiled against itself only to arch and stretch, his neck craning to keep his view upon him. He felt the tender glow on his chest start to radiate as his breathing became labored, his face growing hotter as his thoughts raced with how perfect Dev looked grinding against the velvet and silk. 

“My sweet, sweet boy,” he called to him, the praise tumbling from his lips between his mellow cries of pleasure, “so, so good for me.”

Dev’s groaning became needy, please inside of short breaths as his hips bucked faster, his thighs clenched tighter. Gale shuddered as he watched him close his eyes and lean his chest fully against the mattress, biting the plush sheet as he choked off Gale’s name, pulling his shaft against the fabric faster and faster. 

Gale bit his lip, eyes going wide and stomach tightening as Dev cried his name into the bed, not able to hold himself together any longer as he came in his hand, his spend pooling on the floor beneath him. He held his breath as his relief washed over him, refusing to take his eyes away from his lover, gripping himself tighter as the last spasm of his finish seemed to fade. 

He took a tentative step towards the bed, Dev’s face buried in the blankets to try to stifle his wanton moans and puppy pleas as he stayed lost in his pleasure. Gale let out a hushed gasp as he slowly brought his grip from his base to his tip, the small spike of overstimulation making him wince before sighing with a shudder. 

“My pup,” he moaned, laying a hand on the side of Dev’s face, “would you like a treat?” He crawled upon the mattress, shedding the rest of his clothes as he kneeled before where Dev was bent, his hard and throbbing cock hovering above his face. 

Dev did not need to be asked twice, immediately taking Gale’s length into his mouth, bobbing his head to the rhythm of his thrusts into the pillow. His tongue played sloppily along his shaft and tip, drool dripping from his chin as his cheeks bulged, his eyes shut as Gale laid a gentle guiding hand on his head. 

His immediate groans of pleasure were all the encouragement Dev needed to take more of him, all of him, quicker, faster, deeper, all at once. He whined against his throbbing dick between wet gags and hard swallows, Gale praising him with nonsense words as he pushed himself deeper into Dev’s mouth. 

He wached Dev’s shaking become less rhythmic, his groans deeper and his eyelids quivering  as he held them shut tight, knowing how close he was. “Gods,” he mumbled between breaths, guiding his motions with more ferver. “Perfect, perfect, my good  boy doing… such a good job,” his hands twitched as he felt Dev hum against him. “You take me so well, my handsome boy, my darling, m–my muse,” he huffed.

“Yes, fuck, g–good boy, I–” his gasps were hot and deep as he watched Dev take him, the vibrations of his whines against his cock pushing him closer and closer to his second orgasm. “Please, Dev, I…”

He gasped  as he watched Dev move with more and  more despperation. 

Gale grabbed the back of Dev’s head as he came, pushing himself as deep as he’d go into his throat as he painted it white. He bent over himself as he convulsed, feeling the thick muscles of Dev’s throat contract around his head as he swallowed every last drop. 

Dev’s legs shook as he approached his own high, his rutting becoming sporadic as he mumbled his groans and cries against Gale’s cock. As soon as he’d gripped him, shoving him down as far as he could go, his breathing labored if he could catch a breath at all, he finally, finally, let go. 

He shivered as Gale released his grip, staining his pants and leaving a mark on the pillow beneath him as he called out Gale’s name.

Gale kept his hand gently placed against Dev’s head, rubbing a gentle circle on his cheek as he caught his own breath, his eyes glittering as he watched his lover come undone. “Yes, my love,” he hummed, smiling wide, “That’s it. Cum for me. Just for me, my good boy. Let it all go. You’ve been so good, my sweet. You’ve earned it.” Gale sighed, watching Dev’s twtiching slow and letting his hand trail across his jaw, down his neck, over his shoulders. “You are exquisite like this,” he whispered, mostly to himself. 

He kept his eyes closed as he slowly felt the weight of his body returning, each breath seeming to bring him closer and closer back down to reality. Gale was gently stroking his head, his cheeks, his chin, his own breathing soft as he looked down at Dev. 

He bent down, leaving a small spattering of little kisses along the side of Dev’s face before chuckling a bit to himself. “Let’s get you cleaned up a bit before we eat, hmm?” 

Dev sighed, finally letting his eyes flutter open as he looked at Gale and whined, kicking the pillow to the floor and rolling to his side, his big eyes pleading with the wizard’s. 

Gale couldn’t help but laugh as he flopped down beside him, wrapping his arms around the hulk of a dragon who’d curled up in the middle of the bed. 

“Okay,” he said, unable to stop himself from smiling or deny a request from Dev, “we can cuddle for a few minutes, then eat.” 

And as they did, Dev knew he was right where he needed to be. 

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AAAAA HER ART IS SO GOOD R A H 😤

Kinktober Drawing Event [1 / 3] : "Nipple Play"

The first drawing event of the month ft. my oc RogueMay and my buddy @cowfii oc Hina <333. I've been looking for a reason to draw these two and I finally found it through RogueMay being a horndog for his wifey ✨

[Cropped for obvious reasons, full photo is on my Bluesky lol]

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Minors: DNI

ALRIGHTY!!!!! Been slacking on the kinktober fun stuff, so here's a short piece with the killer band from Pelican Town 😌 Abigail has a giant purple strap, you cannot convince me otherwise.

The fun kinktober prompt list is from @thebluester2020 I've missed a few days and have decided to squish a couple of the prompts into this one bit.

tw: piv, pa!nal, foursome, reader gets all their holes stuffed lol, slight mentions of the tiniest bit of nipple play

Honestly, at this point, you’d take any excuse to sit between the three of them. Band practice? Sure! Game night? Absolutely! Some pool and beer at the saloon? Yoba, was that even a question?! You didn’t even catch yourself thinking before responding, always so enthusiastic and ready to have a good time with your new friends. 

You were really glad for it, too; it’s always nerve-wracking to settle down somewhere new. Most everybody in town was really kind, though, welcoming you with open arms and wide smiles. It took awhile to get the farm off the ground and back into a functioning state, but now it seemed to feel like you had all the time in the world.

Sure, some farm chores and miscellaneous tasks had gone a little… neglected since the first  set of beers the four of you shared, but you didn’t mind. It was almost like, somehow, things seemed to take care of themselves whenever you got all caught up like this. 

It was getting late. You laid with your back on Sebastian’s bed, legs up against the wall as you stared at the ceiling, thinking of all the chores you’d have to try to squeeze in tomorrow morning before heading to the mines, then stopping by Clint’s and then– 

Abigail plopped herself down on the bed next to you, letting out a dramatic sigh as she laid her head on your waist, joining you in staring at the ceiling. The gentle haze of smoke lingered in the air, painting pretty pictures as it wafted around. 

“You know,” she said, twirling a bit of her hair between her polished nails, “I’ve been… thinking,” she turned her head to the side to get a better look at you as you looked down to meet her gaze, a deep flush painting her cheeks. 

Sam seemed to choke a bit on his drink from where he sat at Sebastian’s desk, coughing as he turned away to stifle himself in his sleeve. He made eye contact with Seb, who sat lounging in a beanbag on the floor nearby, his eyes wide open and suddenly seeming very awake. 

—

It was like a dream. An extremely intense, sort of violent, slightly painful, heavenly cross-faded dream. 

Abby was hot beneath you, her hips bucking with a fervor and excitement you didn’t know she had, let alone about you. The wide-eyed smirk that was plastered to her face when she showed you what else she brought in her backpack was vivid in your mind as she relentlessly thrusted up into you. Each little moan she pulled from your lips made her giggle, encouraging her. 

Sam all but fell over himself stripping, barely giving you any time to adjust to the massive strap practically hitting your cervix before plunging a few fingers into your ass, trying and failing to loosen you up enough to take him with at least some ease. 

He sighed, groaning as he pushed his tip just barely inside before you tensed and yelped with the pain that came with it. For a moment, everyone stopped moving, even Sebastian as he was halfway through unzipping his jeans. You wanted to hide your face in something as you felt all three sets of eyes snap onto your half-naked body, all three of them dripping with concern. 

You tried your hardest not to shift yourself as you took a deep breath. “I… you…” you breathed out, “I didn’t say stop.”

A new sort of hunger flashed in Abigail’s eyes as she thrusted up into you with more purpose, letting out a sly laugh as she deliberately reached up to your chest, fondling you and pinching your nipples as she bit her smiling lips. She giggled in response to your gentle yelps, cooing soft teases as you took the strap all the way to its ring. 

“Sooo soft,” she hummed, giving your tit another squeeze. 

You shut your eyes tight and let out a soft groan as Sam chuckled to himself, thrusting every so gently as he let his tip get swallowed by your hole, letting his head fall back as he smiled. “Oh, our lovely farmer likes it rough?” He laughs between a tight hiss and a deep groan of his own, pushing himself every so slowly just a little bit deeper inside. 

Abigail let your nipple roll through her fingertips, smiling wide as she worked her hips up against yours over and over again. “If she likes it rough,” she panted, letting her tongue flick across your supple skin, “then we can give it to her rough, right boys?” 

Sam twitched as he finally bottomed out, your tight hole clenching tight around him as you whimpered. “Fuck… so tight I didn’t even think I’d get it all in…” he mumbled to himself. “Rough,” he laughed, giving your ass a swift smack as he slowly pulled his shaft out, shuddering as the feel of you practically pulled him back in. “We can do rough.” He looked briefly at his friend, standing just a ways off. Sebastian’s cock was gripped tightly in his hand as he fapped with a mad man’s vigor (LMAO THAT’S SO FUNNY TO ME). He was slack-jawed, wide-eyed, staring at the scene unfolding before him. He was all but shaking as a small piece of his hair fell before his face. 

Sam laughed a bit to himself again, losing his breath a bit as he got lost in your ass, giving way to ever so gentle thrusting. Your whines became soft groans became pleading moans as he found a rhythm that matched Abigail’s. 

She lapped at your nipples beneath you, leaving generous love bites and hickeys all over your chest and neck as you lost yourself atop her. “Quit your staring, voyeur,” she laughed between soft soft bites, “she’s got a third hole you could be filling.” 

He all but fell over himself as he stumbled towards the three of you, his breath hitching in his chest as he stood straddling Abby, his red and aching cocking bobbing in front of your face. Abigail laughed, peppering a few more kisses on your skin as she took hold of your chin, lifting your face to look at Sebastian head-on. 

“Aww,” she said, letting out a little tut, “open your mouth now, honey.” Her voice was like a thick blanket as it enveloped your skin, your eyes fluttering shut as your mouth fell open, your tongue lolling out over your chin as you leaned towards Sebastian. 

His hand gingerly met the back of your head, guiding you ever so slowly to the tip of him before pushing you deeper. He seemed to shake with anticipation as he let out his first long and guttural moan. “Yoba,” he groaned, letting his gaze linger on the way your cheeks filled as he pushed himself further into you. For a moment, his gaze lifted to meet Sam’s. 

He’d taken your virgin ass and stretched it perfectly to fit himself inside, the pain of it becoming a steady swell of heat as his cocked rubbed against your walls, Abby’s quickening pace providing just the right pressure inside as he pushed steadily against it.

You gagged against Seb’s hard length, feeling Sam’s tib throb deep in your ass as Abigail giggled with your tit in her mouth. You were lost in it all; lost in them. Who ever would have thought that your most depraved fantasies could have ever been a reality? Well, you couldn’t even imagine it now, considering just how full your head was with all the pleasure they were giving you. 

It was a sudden coil that all but seemed ready to burst as you let yourself get lost in it all completely, nodding along as Sebastian bobbed your head up and down his length, the other two building that heat inside your core. 

Sam’s breathing became sporadic as he gripped tight onto your hips, pulling you further and further onto his length as he gasped and groaned, chuckling between each huff as he looked towards Sebastian. 

“Fuck, bro,” he laughed, his head twitching as he approached his peak, He lifted a strained arm over your back, a smirk on his sweat-ridden face. 

Sebastian pulled your head all the way down his shaft, shuddering as you gasped when his tip hit the back of your throat. He was close, too; you could feel it. 

He blushed deeply, lifting his own toned arm and meeting Sam’s outstretched hand with his own, giving him a crisp fiver as they both blew their loads. 

-

You were a sweaty, cum-filled mess, all splayed out between the three of them. Your breathing had finally leveled, your eyes feeling a bit heavy as your head laid on Sebastian’s chest, one of his hands lazily playing with your hair. 

“Abbs, take the damn thing off,” Sam said, looking around the cluttered room to find his missing boxers. 

“You can’t make me,” she teased, strutting around the room, the giant strap bobbing up and down with each step she took across the room. 

You sighed, giggling gently to yourself as Sebastian rolled his eyes. “We should do this again sometime,” he muttered, smiling. 

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Kinktober Day 8: "Sthenolagnia"

Summary: You've always had a not-so-well-hidden thing for men with muscles. So, it was only to be expected that you would develop a crush on Alex!

Warning(s): Reader is a picky lady in this one, Dub-con(?), Alex is kinda mean in this one, Fingering, Muscle Worship kinda(More so that the reader just really likes men with muscles and her dreams come true tbh)

Side Note(s): quick note: sthenolagnia just equals "muscle worship". when i first heard of it, it sounded way dirtier than what it actually is.

Also second side-note, instead of Anthon from ZZZ. I'm gonna switch it up to Alex from SDV because— idk, I thought it would fit him more lol.

You've always been into a certain type of body type when it came down to your men.

Tall and handsome? That was a given and easy to find on a good day, but...what really got you going? A man that was fit and hunky, broad-shouldered, and with arms strong enough to crush a melon between his bicep and forearm. And with such a specific type of interest, your numbers in the dating pool reduced significantly. You thought you'd be able to ignore it, and date men who were outside of your picky selection box but...it was so hard!

As someone who preferred to be tossed around.

You couldn't stand the thought of a man with arms as thin as a pencil being able to do that to you!

You had just about given up until your grandfather recommended you to move to Stardew Valley on account of a letter you had finally gotten around to reading a few years after his sudden passing. When you packed your bags and got on the first bus there, you weren't expecting much really. A farming town? Old people and families, at most. You weren't expecting there to be people your age and you were fine with that!

You tried to focus your mind on doing good by your grandfather.

At least...until your plans were derailed a little.

When you saw him. The only gridball player in the entire town, tall and handsome, with sun-kissed skin and a pair of green eyes you found yourself getting caught up in every time you spotted him in town! But your favorite part about the stranger? (Who you soon came to figure out was named 'Alex') It was his muscles.

You were hooked on having a taste, just a small one! Nothing too major, after being stuck with such poor pickings in Zuzu city for the last few years, you were a tad bit desperate to fulfill your fantasies!

Luckily, however, Alex was eager to fulfill his own fantasies, especially with the cute new farmer who kept eyeing him like a piece of meat every time you two happened to be in the same vicinity.

. . .

Alex currently sat behind you on the bare wooden floor, your back arched against his chest as he hooked his legs over your won, forcing them to stay open as he used a hand to piston his thick fingers in and out of your pussy whilst he used his free arm to keep you in a headlock. You whined pathetically as loud squelches echoed throughout your small farmhouse, your slick spitting out of your cunt dirtily.

Alex tightened his lock around your head, the tight feeling of his muscles making you dizzy as fat tears began to dot your eyeline. "Stop squirmin' farm girl," Alex hissed against your ear. "You can definitely take it, can't you?" He continued mockingly all before it was followed by a harsh slap against your pussy. A yelp left your lips, Alex laughing at your whines as he strained he looked over your shoulder to admire his work of making the newest addition to the town into his own personal slut.

He slapped your pussy again, enjoying your cries before he suddenly yanked his fingers out from your wetness and shoving them back in, continuing his unforgiving pace. "A-Alex!" You keened. "T-Too...t-too much!" Your body shook and jerked in Alex's hold, your nails scratching fruitlessly against his forearm as your body didn't seem to know whether it wanted Alex to keep you in a headlock or if it wanted him to let you go to get more air into your lungs.

However, Alex was having none of it.

Instead, he loosened his headlock, allowing you a few seconds of air before he resumed his lock only this time...he slapped a hand around your mouth to silence your moans. He roughly pressed your head back against his shoulder, forcing you to look at him while his fingers started to curl and abuse your g-spot.

One merciless thrust after the other...

"Stupid farm girl," He said to you cruelly with a disapproving look in his eyes. "Can't you listen? I said...take it." He hissed.

Your blush behind his hand only increased as you felt his cock twitch and bounce in its confines against your ass. Yet, Alex, he forced himself to be patient as he tried to focus on the imagination of what your pussy would feel like, clenched around his cock as desperately as it was currently on his fingers. "C'mon cute girl, squirt over my fingers and I'll loosen up on you like you're beggin' me to!" He laughed.

He soon paused his fingers momentarily, your brain foolishly beginning to convince itself that he was giving you a break until...he resumed, shoving an extra finger alongside the current two that were inside of you as all three digits honed in on your g-spot. Your whines behind his hand grew higher and higher in pitch, tears falling down your face from the sheer intensity of your pleasure as your thighs started to shake. Your whole body was beginning to shudder more and more until...a stream of liquid gushed out of your cunt.

Alex groaned at the delicious sight, licking his lips as a smirk plastered itself onto his handsome features. "Gooood girl..." He whispered against your ear, placing an appreciative kiss on your cheek, fingering your cunt, and praising you until your squirt finally died down.

Alex kissed you one last time as he pulled his fingers from your cunt. "Knew you could do it, farm girl," He smirked. His arms quickly wrapped around your torso, hugging you to his chest as you struggled to catch your breath, whining and moaning freely now that your mouth wasn't covered anymore. Shakily, your hands ran over Alex's arm appreciatively. And the whole time, your eyes trailed over the beads of sweat that beaded the skin of his forearm and bicep, like a dog eyeing its new favorite toy.

And Alex didn't even dare think of missing the way your eyes threatened to form into hearts as you looked at his muscles. "Y' like that?" He snickered as his arms tightened around you more. "You'll be getting more of 'em in a second. Next, I'll fuck you on that squeaky ass bed of yours, you can admire my arms as I fuck you in a mating press." He continued.

That was when Alex's cock twitched against your ass again, you knew good and well that you weren't a break anytime soon.

Not until you squirted around his cock that is.

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R A H did a lovely art trade with the amazing @bashcrandicoot (@ leonthecowboy over on twt) 😌 he's such a wonderful and talented artist!!! This piece is with his tav Dev and Gale post game :) you can also find this one over on ao3!

Gale finds himself reminiscing about how lovely it felt to be held by the weave, and Dev gets jealous.

tw: spanking, impact play, jealousy, semi-public, a little bit of exhibitionism, belts

“It was all just so… Well, I don’t know, there’s so many words that could describe the way it all felt that I guess I didn’t really stop to wonder what……”

It was nice to hear him ramble now and again; the soothing, almost velvet feeling of his voice wrapping itself around every inch of him as he got lost in the wizard’s ramblings. He didn’t bother how embarrassing it was for everyone else to see his scales flush and eyes go wide as he got lost in Gale’s words. Maybe he did a little, but everything was out in the open now and he wouldn’t be the one to hide how he felt, even when it was a bit off.

Like now, for example. One glass of heady wine became two, became four, and there were just so many things the damn fool had to say about all the shit Dev truly wished he wouldn’t.

“You have to admit, it sounds wondrous, doesn’t it?”

His attention was drawn back to his lover, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy with the thoughts of nostalgia, of something once known that he’ll never know again. The breeze of the open tower window from this high up had the tip of his nose red and his hair fluttering back behind his shoulders, looking almost angelic where he was perched.

It made Devour sick.

He was never one to know his own body more than what he felt in the moment, so he may have regretted the hard sigh and roll of his eyes after the fact, but not now.

“I don’t remember askin’,” he huffed, leaning back on the overly-plush chair that seemed to suck him into its cushions. The breeze blowing through the window brought in a waft of all the lovely things in the world: the warm sunset, soft sea mist, fresh baked sweets being sold on the open market square… Dev couldn’t help but to let the jealousy start writhing up in his core.

Gale’s eyes seemed to flare a bit, twitching at the edges as the harsh words sunk home. “Well, excuse me if I assumed my current partner would like to know the intimate details of–”

Dev’s hard groan silenced him again as he fought to conceal the small smirk he always felt bubbling up inside of him whenever he managed to shut the damn wizard up.

“Oh, the intimate details!” he said, setting his cup down with force on the small wooden table beside him, his voice whiny and mimicking his lover’s. “The tingle of the weave upon me dick and balls was ever so lovely… ah, to be so close to the stars…” he snickered to himself, suddenly sick of the comfort of the plush chair as he stood to stretch his arms, walking towards the open window to take a deep breath of fresh air, knowing it wouldn’t help soothe his anger.

Gale gasped a bit to himself, standing from his own comfortable seat and wrapping his soft robes tighter around himself as his brow furrowed. His cheeks flushed a deeper red, his anger plain on his face. “I’ll have you know it was much more than a mere tingle, if you’re so keen to jump to it, then.”

He’d never admit it, but every mention of everything that came before him pricked that little part inside of him that wanted to prove to all the Gods just who the wizard belonged to. Maybe it was the comfort of life without the constant fear of death, or the idea of having nothing better to do besides being madly in love with one another. Or, you know, he very well could just be drunk and bored. Nonetheless, two facts remained the same; Dev was a very jealous man, and jealousy and anger go hand in hand.

Gale sighed, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have expected you to understand.”

Dev’s eyes flashed before going dark, his heavy feet making their way over to the wizard with a slow purpose.

“To understand what, hmm? How astounding and otherworldly everything felt?” he scoffed, his hot breath hitting Gales forehead making him burn with rage even hotter, “Oh, to be so lost in it all. I can only imagine the look on your face when–”

Gale’s palm smacked against the hard scales of Dev’s chest as he tried to shove the dragonborn back with a sudden burst of rage, but managed only to have him teeter a bit where he stood. “As if I didn’t have you groveling, calling me mum–”

It’s not that he doesn’t know his own strength; he does! Dev is fully aware of just how hard he shoved Gale down and back into the chair behind him, eyes wide as his hand went to feel the spot on his chest where Dev’s hands just were.

Seeing him sitting there like that–robes splayed, hand running across his chest, eyes wide, cheeks flushed–something clicked in Dev’s brain. He let the smirk he was suppressing spread across his lips.

“Ah, I get it now, wizard,” he grumbled, taking another step closer to where he sat to tower over him. “It’s my fault.”

Gale’s eyes followed his own as Dev gently leaned forward, setting a hand on either arm of the chair to keep Gale right where he wanted him.

Gale tried to stand his ground, but that was extremely difficult to do from the plush seat of a princess in her tower, cheeks red and mouth agape. He tried his best to keep his anger simmering as he swatted Dev’s arm, looking to knock him out of place and–

Oh.

Dev let Gale’s soft hand make a meager attempt at moving him before giving him a swift smack to his cheek and leaning down to him even further. The breath he let out was hot, full of intent.

And the sound Gale made was all but involuntary, a deep moan fluttering off his lips before he even had a moment to catch himself.

“I apologize, love,” Dev said, breath brushing against Gale’s ear, “for not fuckin’ you well ‘nough to forget all about it.”

Gale wasn’t given any time to comprehend just how flustered he’d become before Dev had pulled him from his seat and started untying the loose robes he had forgotten he was wearing. There was a blank sort of stare to his longing eyes as he let Dev hastily undress him that he didn’t understand, but that Dev knew all too well; Gale liked this, and wanted more.

“I am not keen, little wizard,” he huffed, his breath heated and soft and still somehow full of anger as his hands made quick work of the ties and lace of the robe before pulling Gale closer to him. “Nor am I stupid,” he spat, throwing the last bit of fabric off to the side as he got frustrated with the intricate ties and chose to rip it off of him instead.

Dev’s hungry eyes looked his lover up and down, drinking in the sight of him–all tense and worked up, sitting perfectly atop his seat of silk pillows. It was another gentle breeze flitting through the window that tore his attention away from him, standing to look towards the source.

For just a moment, Dev saw the scene that was about to play out before them all too clearly, his own excitement growing as he turned back to face a rock hard, flustered, and beat red Gale.

Dev took one slow step after another towards the window before turning back to face him, lifting his heavy hand as his smirk grew on his lips and he motioned with his fingers for Gale to come and be a good boy and join him.

It was instinctual the way he rose from his too-plush chair, all but floating towards him, eyes glued to the way Dev’s chest heaved with excitement, eyes glinted with need.

He took a step to the side, tucking the sheer curtain that was playing in the breeze behind the hook on the wall, nodding his head to Gale as he looked over the gorgeous city view.

Gale’s face flushed deeper, if at all possible, as he finally understood what Dev wanted of him.

“Come,” he said, his voice a deep rasp, “let’s show ‘em who you belong to now.” He laid a soft hand on the sill of the window, glancing at Gale from the corner of his eye as he stepped to the side.

The overwhelming feeling in his core showed itself through the ethereal glowing of the remnant that the orb left marked on his chest, the soft glow illuminating the curve of his neck, the want in his gaze. He sputtered out a remark that turned to mush as it left his lips, a soft groan taking its place as he stepped towards the open window.

Dev’s hungry chuckle ruminated through Gale’s head as he bent lower, slowly positioning himself across the windowsill, chest and shoulders and head all hanging through the other side for all of Waterdeep to see.

He swallowed hard as the cold breeze made its way across his face, leaving his cheeks cold and wanting more of nature’s kiss. The anticipation wound up tighter and tighter in his core as he heard Dev’s heavy breathing grow rapid behind him. He shifted himself on the wooden sill, his hard length dragging along the intricate carvings. The soft shudder of his body, the hitch of his breath… he clenched his eyes shut tight, waiting.

First, he heard soft clinks of Dev struggling to remove the clasp of his belt as fast as he’d wanted, then the quiet and slow hiss as Dev’s hand wrapped around his freed cock, the soft plaps of his hand hitting his hips making Gale’s tip throb. He bit his lip, waiting for the feeling of Dev positioning himself at his entrance, and–

There was a hard and loud smack as Dev’s calloused hand met Gale’s supple ass, sending a jolt up his spine and a moan spewing from his mouth. He flung a hand to cover his lips, eyes wide as he looked down at the street below them to see if any passer-byers heard. The idea that they may have made him shift himself again, feeling the hard wood as he rutted his length against it.

A deep groan rumbled from Dev’s core as he leaned his head back, sucking in a breath as he started stroking himself with a faster rhythm. “Did you forget how good I feel?” he muttered, spanking him again and enjoying the way the wizard squirmed with pleasure.

Gale clenched his jaw as he tried to stifle the moan from the impact, eyes darting about the scene beneath them, waiting to see if someone would look up as he rolled his hips again.

“I asked you a question,” Dev said sternly between gritted teeth, growling as he hit Gale again, the delicate imprint of his palm starting to form on his soft skin. “I expect an answer.”

Gale mumbled something beneath his breath as a whine escaped his lips, precum dripping off the windowsill and hitting the floor between his feet. “N–no, I just, I–”

“Tsk, tsk,” Dev sighed, tightening his grip on his cock as he hit him again, reveling in the way his lover looked while finding such pleasure in the fleeting pain. His eyes blazed as he rubbed small circles on each of his cheeks, over his aching hole, before spanking him again and almost coming undone at the sight of him so worked up.

The steady roll of his hips became erratic as he sucked in a harsh breath, his voice soft as he dared to try to speak again. “You… You feel so good, I just–”

With another swift smack to his rear as his head hit the groove in the wood, a loud moan of Dev’s name left his lips.

“Good,” Dev chuckled, leaning down to pepper a kiss on the welt he had left, “I want the whole city hearin’ you beg for me,” he groaned at just the thought, “I want them all to know I’m your muse, I’m who you want, I’m the only one to make you feel so good.”

Gale nodded in response, clenching his thighs together as he tried to stifle his own release. His mind was both empty and full, his boiling desire raging through any and all other thoughts but that of needing to be totally and utterly claimed by the man behind him, marked in every way and shown that he was his to the world. He looked down, sighing as the market-goers went about their tasks, the sting on his ass making him whine for more.

Dev’s moans stopped as he let out a hard huff, Gale hearing the shuffle of fabric and the clinking of his belt buckle. He looked back over his shoulder to see Dev’s eyes dark and hungry, his teeth glinting against the soft purple light he was emanating as he smirked, his cock twitching and bobbing as he finished removing his belt and folding it against itself.

He quickly turned himself back around, gripping the edge of the wooden sill and sucking in a breath as he watched more civilians pass below them.

Dev knew that half of the fun was the anticipation, letting Gale work himself up over not knowing when he’d feel the impact next. He watched as his legs continued to rub against one another, clenching his thighs tighter and tighter together, his whining growing in intensity as he once again picked up the rolling of his hips.

“Say it,” Dev mumbled, groaning as he stepped forward to position his tip at Gale’s entrance before swinging his belt hard against him, grunting with pleasure as he watched him flinch under the pain.

Between hot moans, Gale all but cried, “Please, Gods, please Dev,” he whined as the belt met his ass again, feeling the slow pressure of Dev pushing himself inside.

“Please what?” he asked, groaning as he took his time filling him with his cock.

There was no hesitation in Gale’s wanton moans and pleading.

“I need you, Devour,” he rasped, lifting his ass to push it against Dev’s hips, “I need you to make me feel good in the way that only you can.” The thoughts of those passing by below him continued to plague his mind, but he refused to look, not wanting to know or caring to find out if anyone saw them, getting lost in the idea of all of Waterdeep knowing that he liked being Dev’s bitch, needed to be Dev’s bitch. It made his cock throb more as he clenched his thighs together even tighter, Dev bottoming out as he let the belt smack against his ass again, this time letting the heavy copper buckle leave a mark against his red skin.

“Again,” Dev growled, enjoying the blistering blood forming beneath his supple skin as he started his relentless thrusting.

Within moments, Gale was gripping the outer edges of the windowsill and all but screaming Dev’s name to the streets as he was plowed into from behind, the pressure building as he clenched his thighs together all too much for him to handle as he came undone on the beautifully carved wood.

As Gale came, he told the world just what Dev needed to hear. Between half moans of his name and nonsense, he let himself get lost in his commands.

“Only you can make me hurt this good,” he breathed, his spend starting to drip down his thighs where it hadn’t pooled on the windowsill. He steadied his breath as he groaned, Dev quickening his pace to meet Gale’s high with his own. He whined, shaking with the overstimulation.

Dev’s claws dug into Gale’s hips, dropping his belt as he rammed himself against his ass, the bruised and bloodied welts driving him over the edge with desire.

“I’m yours, Devour,” Gale whined to the setting sun, smiling as he felt Dev cum inside him.

Dev groaned in response, leaning his hulking form over Gale as he caught his breath, his cock twitching inside of him as he looked out to get a better view.

“And now they all know it, too.”

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HERES a fun Lil story I did of my wonderful mutual's @thebluester2020 oc, Grayson 😌 he is everything I want: I CARNALLY desire this man 😫 If you're interested in his lore, head over to her!!

Grayson is used as a breeding stallion for the cult he's been roped into since childhood. CUE THE SMUT

tw: restraints, forced breeding, mentions of guns, blood, pain, overstimulation, abuse

MINORS: DNI

He didn’t know why he kept fighting it, why he kept fighting them. 

It was a cycle he knew all too well; one he’d somehow found comfort in. It didn’t matter what four walls were in what decaying bunker, or who they sent in with what drugs or in what uniforms. He knew when they were coming–he could feel it–and he always greeted them the same way. 

They got better and better at expecting and deflecting the swinging fists, the foaming mouth and clamping jaw, clawing nails, and, even on occasion, the homemade shiv or small failure of an explosive. He was feisty, always coming up with something new to try to surprise them with, no matter how sure he was of never being able to escape. Fighting is what he knew; when they came to force him into something else, he’d fight them for it. What more did they expect of him? 

He’d never been left alone long enough in any one space to even have a damn minute to think about it, let alone know if he even wanted to think about it. The silence bounced off the stark and empty walls, reverberating in his aching skull. How long had it been since he’d slept? The pounding didn’t cease no matter how tight he squeezed his eyes shut, the blood slowly flowing through his veins and rushing through his ears. The more he thought about how useless it was to fight them, how submitting would make his life so much easier, the worse it all got. As he sat in the corner of the dark room, back pressed against the wall and head in his hands, he almost missed the sound of the heavy shoes coming down the hall. 

The chains they used to keep the door shut must have been thick, the cold metal clinking against itself and the wooden door as whoever awaited him played with the lock, gently swearing under their breath as they struggled to open it. 

Just let them, he thought to himself, trying to steady his heartbeat as he took a deep breath, trying with everything within himself to fight the urge to try to maim whoever it was on the other side of the door. Of all the things they make you do, you may as well try to enjoy this one. It’s the best of the worst. 

He didn’t find much comfort in the thought but had the sudden idea that maybe, just maybe, he could find some shallow comfort with her. He knew it would be her. Why else would they prep him this much, keep him locked in here so long? 

It was with the final flash of a brief memory–a small and clouded picture of what he thought she looked like from the last time she was underneath him–that the door slowly creaked open, a set of tall and foreboding men standing on the other side, blocking the exit. One of them held a gun as big as Grayson’s arm, while the other carried a syringe with a comically large needle. 

He held his breath, not daring to move a muscle as they sized him up and down, waiting for him to do something like he always did. 

He didn’t know how long they sat there. It could have been seconds, it could’ve been hours. Without thinking, breaking the bounding aching, and raging silence, he spoke. 

“Just stick me with the fucking thing already,” he muttered, shifting where he sat as he started working the muscles in his legs to ready himself to stand. He’d been sitting there so long he’d started to lose feeling in them.

Even though his movements weren’t sudden, the men in the dark suits seemed to flinch with the sound of his bones stretching and cracking as he rolled his neck, sighed, and stretched his arms. He got to his feet, still not daring to look them in the eye. 

Grayson held out his arm, letting his hair droop before his eyes as he watched the floor, counting the beating in his head with each passing breath. “Would you rather me try to kill you?” he scoffed. 

The crisp sound of the men’s shiny shoes hitting the dirty floor as they made their way over to him did nothing but make the pain he felt worse, the sounds reverberating throughout the room in a way that only he could hear. He winced, squeezing his eyes shut. 

They didn’t speak as the one holding the syringe grabbed both his arms, spinning him to face the wall with a quickness and aggression that said he was a bit disappointed that he didn’t get to fight Grayson today.

The man restrained him while the other kept the gun–presumably loaded–aimed at the center of the back of his head. The chains were cold against his bruised wrists, providing an odd sense of comfort to an otherwise heinous feeling. His shallow breaths grew deeper as he tried his hardest to focus on what was to come: the way the dim lights would bounce off her bright eyes, get soaked into her porcelain skin, the way she’d whine as they approached the door… 

He let out the tinniest hiss as the needle quickly found its mark, jammed between either shoulder blade as far in as it would go. He knew not to go stiff at the feeling, but had to fight every instinct he had in order not to. The burning quickly subsided, as it always did, leaving a small trickle of a river flowing in its wake before the tidal wave of the drug came over him. 

There was the first signs of its potency were the small twitches within the first few minutes, the chains binding his wrists behind his back shaking and clinking as his fingers clawed at themselves for release. His breaths became hitched as he fought with his lungs to keep working, keep pulling in the air, his heart skipping beats and the pain of that causing him to cry out, trying to muffle his screaming and writhing between clenched teeth. 

The ravaging of his body took far too long to subside, as is one of the side effects. He stood there shivering, doubling over on himself as he heaved and gagged, the color draining from his skin while the two men stood beside him, the gun never wavering from its target. 

Slowly, there was the essence of being pulled back into yourself, his breaths suddenly getting warmer and warmer as his lungs filled with ease, his heartbeat not seeming too slow, but pumping now with a different rhythm, a different purpose. 

He flexed his muscles almost involuntarily, slowly rising from the hunched position he was crouched in. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting the dizzying lights to bring back the raging pounding. He sighed once, then twice with relief, a shudder running up and down his spine causing his mind to start raging the way it always did after the injection. 

Both of the men finally stepped back, nodding to themselves as they looked him up and down, making sure everything was going to plan. 

It was. 

They stepped back towards the door after latching yet another chain to the ones binding Grayson’s wrists, the first man leading him into the hall as the second followed behind, finger on the trigger, just in case. 

He vibrated with a need that he was all too familiar with, his heaving growing quicker in pace as they made one swift step after another down the dank hall, seemingly walking in time: the two men ready to kill him at the drop of a pin if he didn’t behave, and Grayson, his forced rut a very dangerous thing. 

The chains rattled not just against the hollow floors, but against each other and his hands as they shook with a boiling violence he desperately struggled to keep inside. The beating of his heart didn’t get faster, but louder, the blood pumping through his veins seeming to pool in certain places as it changed consistency. He swallowed the hard knot in his throat, licking his lips as his mouth filled with saliva. Each step rumbled through his core as he felt the heat building rapidly inside of him, his cock growing as it rubbed against his thighs, small drops of precum already dripping from his tip and staining the rags that he’d called clothes. 

His jaw clenched with each breath as they rounded the corner, the object of his new desire kept right behind the solid door at the end of the hall. 

There was no more need to try to convince himself to behave, not to fight, to do what was needed of him; his entire being was now totally fueled by the lust shot into his veins, the smell of her own heat slipping under the crack of the door and practically sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head. No matter how quickly they stepped, how hard the chains were tugged, he couldn’t seem to get there fast enough. 

The closer he got, the stronger her scent. Eventually, just moments away from the lock being turned as he was set loose inside, he could hear her. 

Her tiny whines and desperate pleas were soft, muffled by the heavy door but also her heavy breaths as her own body lost its fight against the drug. 

His brain ran rampant, her smell mixed with the gentle singing of her little voice causing him to throb in a primal desire, his teeth grinding against one another as his fingers dug into the cooling bruises of either wrist. That heat deep inside of him had spread quickly, wrapping his mind in its embrace as it convulsed. Sweat dripped from his brow to his heavy chest as they approached the door, the man holding his chains taking out his ring of keys and starting to fiddle with each lock; both the one holding his wrists together behind him, and then that of the door hiding her away. 

With each breath he took, time seemed to slow, bringing him to the precipice of a feeling he’d all but forgotten since the last time he was teetering upon its edge. He strained against himself as each dragging second passed, the jingling of the keys in the door doing nothing more than fueling the pent up, raging lust  building inside of him. 

The sounnds got clearer, louder, as the metal folded against itself inside the mechanism of the lock, finally coming undone. 

He pulled and fought  against his restraints, huffing and growling as he willed the chains to snap behind him. The feel of the cold muzzle of the gun against the nape of his neck didn’t stop his fighting, merely making him convulse more in dangers grip. 

He grumbled swears under his breath as the other man bitched for him to stay fucking still goddamnit for just a second, so he  could get the keys in the lock and–

When the chains dropped to the floor with a heavy clunk, he was already through the door. 

He didn’t hear the slamming and locking of the door behind him, too focused on the shape of her body in the cold light to know of anything else happening around him. Every muscle in his body tensed during his rapid appproach, her eyes widening when she saw him coming for her. 

There  was nothing human in that room with them; just him, her, the table she was strapped to, and the instictual, primal intuition of absolutley relentless breeding. 

His mind was numb–empty–with the screaming silence of white noise until he had claimed her, gripping her skin and restraints with a ferocity very few had seen. Her soft moans and babblings of incoherent nonsense were  replaced with desperate please for more, please more, as her teeth clamped tight onto whatever bits of him she could reach, the taste of his blood pooling in her mouth driving her further and further into the haze of unnatural ecstacy. 

He didn’t take the time to position himself gently before her, slowly runnning a finger or two through her aching folds to ease her into what was to come; he ws far too gone for that, and she was as ready as someone possibly could be before he even entered the room. 

They’d be liars if they said the first few minutes weren’t painful, but the pain just seemed to fuel them, driving him to pound into her twitching walls harder, her whimpers proving how well it mixed with the pleasure. 

He hunched over her, lifting himself atop the table she was perched upon and letting his full weight cover her as he felt the swell start to form at the base of his cock, pushing himself deeper into her with each sporadic thrust. The harder he went, the deeper he pushed, the more he tugged on the ropes holding her there. She writhed against them as she fought against the swell of her own pleasure building inside of her, banging her head on the  table in frustration as she pulled and tugged and tried to reach him. 

Her struggle to claim him fed his fervor even more, his eyes darkening further as he repositioned his grip, taking her restraints between either hand and yanking it apart from itself, his arms bulging and chest heaving as the knot he was expecting finally popped in time with the fraying chord. 

Her hands flew from her sides, flinging the rope aside as her nails found the honed muscles of his back, raking her fingers across his sun-kissed skin and leaving a trail of ripped flesh in her wake. She gripped him tighter, pulling him even further atopp her as she wrapped a leg around his fast-moving hips, screaming her pleasure into the small, empty room. 

The throb  at his base ached with a feeling  that resonated in his core, the feel of  her hands on his back and face buried deep in the crook of his neck spewing growls and heaavy grunts from his lips. 

He lifted her from the table, his calloused hands gripping her thighs with the intent to leave bruises as her other legs wrapped around him. He let one hand find her entrance, feeling her tight slick clench around him with each gentle brush. He clenched his jaw as he felt her shudder, her own release fast approaching, as he pulled appart her entrance further than his cock alone could stretch her, breathing once, then twice into her ear, before slamming himself completley inside. 

She cried out as her cunt swallowed his knot, digging her fingers deeper into his shoulders as a tiny trickle of blood started to make its way down his back. The warm smell of the  hot iron made her shake as he continued his relentless rutting, the coil inside her bursting as a thick white  ring formed as his base, her walls  clenching as she came. 

He was close, too, but not close enough. She’d reach her high again and again before they were done; this was just the beginning. 

The overstimulation proved his point as he picked up the pace, his breathing labored as he finally found a decent rhythm. He lifted her limp and shuddering body up to his tip before letting her hips slam back down against his own, her hot slick dripping down his thigh and leaving a splattering mess on the floor beneath them. 

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she beat at his chest, another toe-curling release finding itself right on the back of the first. 

He grunted, shaking his head as he pulled out of her, letting her catch her breath but for a second as he place her back on the table before them. With a practiced ease, he guided her to bend over herself, curling over her knees and closing her eyes  before thrusting back into her from behind. 

Drool ran down his chin as he threw his head back in pleasure, the different depth of the position bringing him closer and closer. He grabbed at her ass with a feral need, making his own claw marks upon her as he shut his eyes tight and held his breath. 

Her cries and pleas and wanton screams had all but become little whimpers after her third orgasm, her body given up on itself as he plowed harder into her. He bent over her figure as he felt the pressure building within him about to burst, lifting her hips to make  sure she wouldn’t spill a  drop. 

It didn’t matter, though; his cum flooded her as he moaned, his grip tightening as a full body shiver ran through him. He kept himself pressed firmly inside, his spend creating a small pull beneath where she lay as it overflowed. 

They stayed like that for a moment, each of them remembering how to breath. His grip softened, his eyes slowly opening to capture the way she looked all crumpled before him. He sighed, his gaze shifting to the side as he felt another throb in his cock, knowing and feeling just a tad guilty for the long night she was about to have. 

[keter-kannot]

RAH 😤😫 HALSIN HAS A KNOT

Okay, first smut fic ever posted 😭😭 in lime with the general theme of @thebluester2020 's 2024 kinktober list. I have,,, quite a few days to catch up on lmao, but ENJOY :D this one is full of the soft, beautiful praise I just KNOW Halsin would be a pro at.

MINORS: DNI

“Good, good, my love,” there was a gentle drone behind Halsin’s voice, the rarely seen desperate side of him making itself known. It was primal in nature; deep, guttural, needy… something Tav wished she could trap between her hands and cherish to enjoy over and over again until the end of time. The way his little groans escaped his lips, his hand twitching as it played gently with her hair.

She found herself like this more and more these days, but didn’t mind. At first there was a bit of hesitation on her end; it wasn’t often she’d had to wonder about how she looked on her knees, and for someone with enough self-assuredness as her, she didn’t think there’d be any issue.

It was his words, though, that got her through it. Gods, his words. She could see why he’d been given such status, such responsibility. He was able to talk his way through just about anything, his velvet words wrapping themselves around anyone who’d listen and hold them tight.

Now, as she gently took the tip of his cock in her mouth, it was his words yet again that drained her of any other thought but of that to please him.

“Oh, my heart,” his soft hiss of approval driving her to take more of him as she looked up, meeting his wanting eyes. Her stomach flipped, her eyes fluttered, and she pushed herself further down his heavy length, making sure not to break eye contact as her cheeks filled and flushed a deep red.

As his jaw started falling further and further, his eyes widening more and more, his warm hand gripped the back of her head gently, pushing her to take him even further.

“Y–you’re made to be seen like this,” he managed between a huff and a groan as he continued to slowly guide her movements, “perfectly taking all of me, sat just so on your knees…”

She could feel his focus get fiercer as his grip tightened on her hair, pushing and pulling her eager mouth up and down his length with a practiced rhythm. Her little chokes did nothing but encourage him, his tip throbbing every time it hit the back of her throat.

“My treasure,” he moaned, fighting with himself as he pulled her lips away from him, tilting her chin to make sure he could see the bit of precum dripping from the side of her lips. “As much as I’d like to keep you on your knees, I’m afraid I can’t help but need more of you.”

His hands caressed her waist as he pulled her to stand, lingering on her back and thighs as he slowly lifted her from the forest floor, wrapping her legs around him like so. He kissed her with both a tenderness and fierce desire that mixed so sweetly with the beating of their hearts, the pumping of their blood, the song of the quiet forest around them, and even the silent shine of Lathander’s embrace.

He took his time exploring her mouth with his own, lazily taking his time in letting her know how deeply he felt connected to her, how greatly he felt for her. After all, they now had all the time in the world.

She could feel him throbbing and somehow growing larger still beneath her, the rhythmic rolling of his hips matching the time of their heavy breaths.

His fingers made their way to her slick folds as he led them back down to the forest floor, her legs straddling him as he made slow circles around her already aching clit. The smile that splayed on his lips as she let out a moan made her flush.

He leaned in to pepper soft kisses on the nape of her neck, on her collarbone, on her chest. “How I love to hear you sing for me.”

Continuing his slow assault on her twitching sex, his other hand found his length and positioned himself right at her entrance.

Then, he flushed, a sudden bit of embarrassment showing on his face; something she hadn’t seen since he’d gifted her the first whittled duck.

She looked at him, concerned. “Halsin?”

He cleared his throat, his eyes flitting to the side as she squirmed on his lap which, of course, did nothing but make the burly man blush more.

“Why… why’d you stop?”

He shook his head for a moment before sighing and lifting his head to meet her eyes again. “Give me your hand,” he said.

She did. 

He lead her soft grip back between both sets of their legs, sucking in a soft breath as her fingers made their way around his shaft and down, until– 

Her eyes went wide. 

His look of concern grew deeper. “It’s, well, you know… There are, well, certain animals sometimes–”

“Halsin, is that a fucking knot ?” 

If only she could capture the way his face turned the deepest shade of red she’d ever seen, all the way up to the very tips of his pointy ears. A smirk started to splay across her lips, and now it was her turn to lift his chin, prompting him to look her in the eyes. 

“If… you don’t have to… I don’t expect you to–” 

It was her own desire that fueled her next actions as she lifted herself back above his head, perfectly sat at her entrance. “What, is my big bear in rut?” a sly giggle left her lips as she leaned herself closer to him, her breath hot on his ear, “Afraid he won’t be able to control himself? Afraid I can’t take it?”

The slowly lowered herself on his length, his dick having somehow gotten even larger than just moments ago when it was stuffing her mouth full. Her breath hitched in her chest as she took her time taking him, her walls spasming and clenching with the sudden feeling of being so full, no matter how slow she went. 

He had all but lost himself beneath her, her words undoing any hesitation he had and melting them back into the primal desire he knew all too well; the overwhelming feeling of needing to mark her as his own and make sure she knew just how gorgeous she looked while he did it. 

It was with a swift motion that he had positioned himself atop her, laying her gently beneath him on the grass. As the sun kissed her skin and he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, he pushed himself deeper inside of her. 

She wrapped her legs tighter around him, feeling him not just hit the perfect sweet spot inside, but keep pushing past it as he went further and further. Her walls clenched tight with anticipation, not knowing how much more of him there was before she’d start feeling the pressure. 

“So, so perfect…” he muttered, his breathing in time with his slow thrusts as he watched her intently. “You take me so well, my heart,” he grunted, finally feeling his swelling knot just barely stretch at her entrance. 

With a deep groan, he told her to look at him. “I want to see you, love,” he breathed, “want to truly see you as I fill you, watch your beauty melt beneath me.”

Her own moans had already become erratic, the slow rocking of his hips back and forth pulling his cock against her core in the perfect way again and again. As she twitched and writhed beneath him, she could feel herself trying her hardest not to fight against it. 

“Don’t fight it, my heart,” he kissed her temple, then her ear, then her neck, “Relax. Let me claim you.”

Her back arched as he pushed himself into her with more force, her cunt stretching perfectly to fit every bit of him inside. She grabbed at his back, legs shaking as she pulled them tighter around him. 

“Good, love. That’s so, so good,” he breathed, finally bottoming out. He twitched inside of her and felt her tighten around him with each throb and little rut he pushed against her. “Yes, yes, just like that, beautiful.”

His hands clenched to fists on either side of her head in the grass beneath them, the soft sounds of their sex ruminating and mixing well with the forest soft. 

Her moans became hitched please, became desperate gasps as he continued his slow and methodical fucking. With each passing moment he filled more and more of her, saw himself claiming her over and over. 

“My perfect little mate,” he muttered, “your exquisite, ” his own grunts became more labored, doing nothing but encouraging the rapid heat building in her core. 

She all but vibrated with pure passion, losing control of herself as she came undone around him, cumming relentlessly on his knot as he picked up the pace with his thrusts to chase his own finish. 

He held her close as she convulsed against him, fucking her through her own high as he held her hips tight against his own, his spend dripping quickly down their thighs as he came undone with her. 

Their hot breaths mingled as they slowly came back to themselves, Halsin still deep inside of her and not wanting to move anytime soon. 

“My heart,” he breathed, a heady chuckled finding her ears as she slowly opened her eyes to see the clear skies above them. 

And him, framed perfectly in Lathander’s blessing, ready for round two. 

[keter-kannot]

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