#Here have some comfort sex with the original best doggo

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Kinktober 2020 Day 15

Day 15: Massage

Series: FGO

Lancer Cu Chulainn x unnamed gender neutral master

Warnings: Nightmare mention, swearing

Rating: Explicit

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Dense purple fog piled in around us, limiting visibility. I called out to my servants, trying to make sure we weren’t separated, but I could hardly make out their figures. I kept calling their names: Mash, Jekyll, Mordred, Shakespeare, Andersen, Tamamo, and Kintoki. I repeated them like a mantra, my own personal chant to fight off the growing dread. Not a single voice answered back. Desperate, I ran forward, hoping that they’d merely gotten too far for them to hear my voice. My legs felt shaky, heavy with fear. I stumbled and bashed my knees against cobblestones. I hissed through the pain, looking around for whatever tripped me.

“Mash?!”

Her figure lay crumpled on the ground. Her shield broken in half. I grabbed her shoulders and shook, but nothing happened. Her eyes remained closed, her breathing faint. No matter what I did, she remained unresponsive. Moonlight peeked  from in between the clouds, illuminating the area. All around us were the bodies of the servants I’d called out to. All of them lay on their ground with their weapons shattered to pieces. I whimpered, blinking back tears . Dread piled in heavily, squeezing my chest until it hurt to breathe. Ominous, raucous laughter echoed. The moonlight vanished and I was left in the dark. My instincts screamed at me to get up and run, but my limbs hung limp. I felt a familiar presence approach, with all its oppressive power and malice.

“I found you, foolish Master of Chaldea.”

I woke up panting and covered in sweat, sheets tangled around my limbs. I stared up at the ceiling in my dimly-lit room, but each time I blinked I saw flashes of my dream. My heart still beat wildly in my chest. I trembled, even as I repeatedly whispered to myself that it was just a dream. Strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me close against a warm body. I gazed up to see Cu’s sleepy face, his eyes barely open. Rough hands swept hair away from my forehead before soft lips pressed kisses against my clammy skin. I snuggled further, doing my best to relax. His scent was calming, bringing to mind forests and meadows brightly lit by the afternoon sun. I wrapped my arms around him, burying myself even deeper in him.

When my breathing had evened out and I no longer shook, he broke the silence.

“It’s that London dream again, huh?” he asked, his voice still raspy with sleep.

“Y-yeah. Sorry for waking you,” I murmured.

“I’m used to worse conditions, don’t worry.” He pressed another kiss against my forehead. “Just frustrated that I can’t really help with that… Can’t fight against a dream with my spear.”

I smiled. “Having you here with me helps me lots already, Cu. You help me calm down.”

“Eh. If you’re happy with that, it’s fine I guess.” He yawned. “Ready to go back to sleep?”

“I think I’ll do a bit of stretching first and then change my clothes.” I pulled away from his hug and kicked the sheets away. “I’m still a bit tense and keyed up.”

“Mmm. Want a massage instead?” he offered.

I raised a brow at him. He’d never brought up anything like this before. “Since when did you know how to massage?” I asked, prodding at his chest. “I didn’t know you were interested in things like that.”

He shrugged. “Heard some of the staff complaining about stiff shoulders and wanting a massage, so I looked into it. Seemed a good thing to learn for future missions, and it was interesting I guess.”

“Have you massaged other people before?”

“Well, I gave old man Fergus a shoulder massage the other day. He seemed to like it. Told me to use more force though.”

I shuddered. “Please use minimal force on me… I’m not built like he is…”

He laughed and ruffled my hair. “Sure thing, Master! Now, strip!”

“You’re just using this as an excuse to get me naked, aren’t you~” I teased. “I see through your plot.”

I sat up to pull my shirt off, and shivered as the chill touched my bare chest. I caught him staring and smirked. His red eyes were half-lidded as he stared me down. He always had this way about him that forced me to focus solely on him. Nothing else existed in the moment but us two.

He crawled over and gripped the garter of my shorts. “I’m a simple man,” he stated. “I see someone hot. They want me. I want them. Clothes go off.” He pulled the fabric down my legs, dragging my underwear down with it. “Nothing much to it.”

He gave me a once-over, showing a toothy grin that sent delicious shivers down my spine. I bit my lip and grinned back. There was no way I wasn’t getting fucked tonight. He made me sit cross-legged on the bed while he stayed behind me. His hands descended on my shoulders, squeezing and rubbing against the sore spots. I groaned as the tension slowly eased out of my body. He was good, remarkably so. He carefully eased out the knots that had formed on my upper back and neck. I started to feel boneless, ready to collapse against him. His fingers drifted towards the front, flicking and squeezing at my nipples. I grabbed his hands, trying to pull them away.

“H-Hey, my chest isn’t tense. No need to do that,” I complained half-heartedly.

“Really? But these are getting awfully stiff,” he muttered, pinching my nipples for emphasis. “Might need a bit of stroking to help them relax.”

He pulled me onto his lap. His naked erection pressed insistently against me. He continued to rub and squeeze, rolling the stiff buds between his fingertips. Kisses rained down on my neck as I squirmed. I moved my hips, rubbing against his erection. He groaned out my name and bit down my neck. I gripped his hair, ran my hands across his scalp and tugged whenever he bit too harshly. After he released my neck, he started nibbling at my ear. My hips continued to move, building up the pace. My arousal throbbed and tingled. My hands drifted down to relieve some of the heat.

“Need me to massage that too?” he whispered. “Got something that’ll feel better than your fingers.”

He lay me on my back and spread my legs. He stuck two fingers in his mouth, staring into my eyes as he sucked. He then pressed the slicked fingers against my opening, teasing and prodding it open. I gripped at the sheets and took slow breaths to relax as he pushed the fingers in. I closed my eyes as he started to probe and spread his fingers apart. Heat started to build as he continued to rub against a particular bundle of nerves.

“It’s all soft and tight, Master,” he growled. “All nice and wet and hungry for a big fat dick.”

I managed a chuckle and glanced up to watch his expression. His mouth was pulled up to a savage grin and his eyes were hazy with lust. “Well, get over here then and fuck me, Cu.”

He growled and lifted my legs over his shoulders. His dick plunged inside me in one smooth motion. I moaned at the familiar fullness. He made a few shallow thrusts, growling each time I clenched around him, before increasing the pace. I bit my lip and glared. He smirked. My pleasure was spiking. I wouldn’t last long. He knew what I liked. I pulled him down, crashing my lips against his, in hopes of delaying the inevitable. Our tongues swirled around one another, fighting for dominance. I tangled my fingers in his hair again and pulled. He groaned and bucked harshly.

“Are you going to cum now, Master? My dick’s making you feel that good, huh?”

I opened my mouth to reply but his thrusts turned rapid. I whined and writhed, but there was no escape. My release bloomed and burst, coating everything in a haze. I twitched and shuddered, waiting for the sensations to fade to no avail. Cu continued to fuck me through my climax, heedless of how sensitive my walls were. Pain and pleasure entwined within me with each thrust. Within minutes, I was well on my way to my second climax. My eyes watered as I praised and cursed his name. I reached out to pull him close again, but my hand trembled and fell mid-way. He grabbed hold of it and pressed it to his mouth, leaving harsh bites against the skin. I squeezed his grip as I came, holding on to him as I crashed.

I gasped out his name as he continued to move. I coiled tight around him at each thrust. Each little movement was electrifying. He swept his hair back. His eyes were almost black and his mouth was clenched in a snarl. He looked near-feral now, like a great beast that had finally cornered its prey. It was terrifying. It was thrilling. It turned me on so damn much. I keened as he ravaged me, squeezing out each droplet of pleasure left unspent. His teeth found my neck, biting down harshly as he came.

We lay curled against one another, utterly spent. There was no tension left in me now, only a boneless sense of completion and exhaustion. He brushed his hand against my face.

“Master, I’m not good with anything that doesn’t involve fighting. I can’t make those dreams go away. But I swear on my spear that I won’t let that happen again. I ain’t letting us feel helpless in front of that bastard again.”

I smiled back at him. “I’m counting on you.”

“Next time, I’m stabbing that bastard in the ass!”

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