#I started this out with an outline and the tag ‘unashamedly long post without a continue reading cut’ but after all

[fumifooms]

#As an aroace obviously obsessed with shipping. Me 🤝 Marcille very possibly being uncomfortable at the thought of being in a relationship #Considering her fear of loss + loss of control at categorizing her relationships and the Falin bath scene analysis yk the one #How she pushes herself to think of Falin as a kid still bc it’s more digestible and less scary. Bc change and aging and vulnerability #Like she could totally be super on board to get into a romance at a snap of fingers buuut there’s enough basis for how she could also not be

^ original tags Got more thoughts and decided to reblog instead of editing more in like a clown

Just to go into stuff I didn’t state clearly previously but is part of my general understanding of Marcille: I think she uses gossip and stories as a way to shallowly engage with people in a safer way. It’s easier for her to process her emotions and others through seeing the world in shades of tropes and words on a page which sometimes makes her think in a black and white way or get carried away with her own ideas. And it’s half that she grew up very isolated from peers, both because of age shenanigans and because she grew up in a rural place, so she learned social things from novels a lot, and half that yeah it’s just her comfort zone and reality can be harder to confront than fiction or characters you can interpret and understand on your own call.

And so and so, I was saying that she keeps an emotional distance from others that way consciously or not, where she always knows better than others even about themselves or their circumstances. She pulls away by simplifying people and putting a storybook film over her relationships, makes it less real less threatening less complex to deal with. She repeatedly removes herself from romantic or sexual contexts as a possible agent and actor, as an involved piece herself.

If we go by the romantic farcille bath scene analysis where Marcille pushes her away compulsively because re-examining their relationship is scary, that the thought that there may be other feelings than childhood friends is scary (rather than just having to confront that your vision of your friend is falsified and they’ve grown more than you realize)— It’s actually so interesting to me how she reacts to learning Chilchuck likes blondes.

She’s half-blushing in it, either from learning this or from the naked women succubi. She doesn’t comment on the naked thing though, and more interestingly her reaction is "you like blondes? Is your wife blonde?". Her first instinct is to make this about someone else, wether or not she did make the link and get the thought "I’m blonde does that mean he thinks I’m attractive?" she immediately makes this about anyone other than herself and grasps at her first guess. Like idk I think not even commenting at all on it ever, even afterwards, when she’s so curious about 1) his wife 2) everyone’s types as shown by her asking Senshi, shows avoidance… Though not necessarily a conscious one, not unlike my take on Laios’ reaction to his succubus.

The wife roleplay in itself is telling too. This is her way to think through and solve interpersonal problems, turning it into a story and distancing herself from it. She didn’t go "I think that your wife may have thought this and this" she goes "if i was your wife i’d have thought this and this", which seems more personal but what she’s doing here is making herself an actor in this so she actually has less presence of her own, it’s not her opinion but his wife’s opinion through her mouth.

Like it might feel more personal at first to go "let me pretend to be the wife for a sec and tell you how I’d feel" but, in a way, it’s instead going "I’m going to become this character so whatever I say it’s not my opinion it’s your wife’s" which I think is supported by how she’s unreliable with her theories from an audience perspective, she goes a bit overboard with the narrative and says that for instance she left to test his love into the night when in truth that seems unlikely, and we know she left during a work travel of his. She gets carried away, she’s not being objective, but she’s still sort of self-effacing, denying involvement through this roundabout way. The roleplay isn’t about her but it is about her but it isn’t.

She finds romance fun in others but also being involved in it is something she implicitly rejects every time we see it be a possibility, except for her succubus, which I think comes around to being about her needing a sense of control over the nature of the relationships she has. Because again, with a fictional character you set the scene, you set the emotional investment and story beats, you have the control, it's not real. Like she has the romance-obsessed label so people would expect her to jump at any opportunity to be involved in romance herself but in actuality, especially depending on again your interpretation of farcille bath scene, she seems almost scared of it, instinctively and automatically deflective and avoidant.

Good post on this I saw recently actually, real life example below both for aroace people loving characters and for the innate difference of romantically engaging with someone in fiction vs reality, which I imagine to be very close to Marcille’s succubus situation/how it felt to her.

In some ways it’s probably similar/akin to being lithoromantic or cupioromantic 🤔

… Wait right, since last week, actually I’ve been thinking a lot about Marcille’s whole disconnect with romance, distancing herself as an actor in romantic situations, only entertaining it in fiction or gossip etc etc, but like… I think she really did want a compliment here and was disappointed and embarrassed when she didn’t get it. And that’s like the one example we have of a scene with Marcille about romance where she’s involved & where the romantic attention is Real and seemingly desired/considered to some degree?

Of course there are many ways that this doesn’t have to be romantic, it feels nice to be complimented, and aesthetic attraction isn’t equal to romantic or sexual either so it can be separated to avoid discomfort (unlike the pretty straightforward sexual nature of Chil’s succubi type and the romantic-sexual one of the farcille bath scene subtext). In a similar way that Marcille liked to be courted-ish by General Hareus but that doesn’t meant she wants to marry him lol, she could like nice princely attentions like getting complimented as a well-dressed lady without any further like, involvement. I bet she’d like roleplay cafes hah like the ones where the waiters are princes. So yes while it doesn’t ~need~ to mean anything I think it’s notable and interesting, as far as I remember it’s the only scene where she in a way expects and reciprocates interest. Marcille’s mind rn: "This is just like in my novels…"

And next up, again on her relationship to Dalclan, why it’s important to her and what that reveals about her:

Interestingly, I’ve used this as support that she likes the brooding archetype before, but the "I am fated to never love" is explicitly framed as something she relates to, perhaps very deeply. Maybe she’s grown out of that particular thinking since then, but I think it’s very likely she at least has remnants of insecurity about it. How she feels about her half-elf heritage is somewhat ambiguous, she doesn’t seem ashamed but she does seem embarrassed for example. We know she has massive insecurities about outliving others, but maybe this also makes her feel undesirable as well, like others couldn’t love someone so different or so doomed for tragedy. For her differences, for societal standards, for lifespan angst, she in some ways feels like she’s "fated to never love". This could be a neat canon tidbit to base off what the core of this "instinctively pulling away from intimate relationships" thing is. It’s not about others and how they’re short lived or too complex or this or that, it’s always been about her, about how she’s not fit to love and suited to have all these meaningful relationships with people that’ll leave her in so little time.

[Edit in: In this way I think another example of a situation that could be very close to her attitude is selfshipping out of romantic loneliness. Here’s a friend’s discord convo excerpt that really made me think of this in rrlation to the picture above & her succubus:]

I keep getting distracted by sidequests rn but the upcoming Mar & Chil arc analysis has so much talking about this stuff because fantasy & fiction are the central topic, since it’s mostly about Marcille’s POV of it. I definitely won’t be going this in-depth about this particular facet of it though so this is a good post to make first I think.

And man this angle makes the "Don’t you want to meet my family?" "-gasp- I really do want to! -turns away from eldritch power and living in her demon-made dreamscape that can allow her to live in fantasy to instead go back to flawed reality with her friends-" all that more meaningful and striking. A fitting end to her arc, a fitting hook to get her to turn back towards her and tempt her to give up on being dungeon lord.

It’s always been just asking things and anecdotes about him and his family, never talking about meeting them, but by having someone so "fated with doomed love" open up and reach out to her "fated to never love", she opens up too, is willing to take the risk that any relationship entails, the same one that he took by offering it, the same risk they’re both averse to and scared of. By actually meeting his family she involves herself in the stories she creates. It makes them real.

She’s finally involving herself intimately with others, despite the real threat of loss that she will have to experience, wether through time and death or rejection. Marcille and Chil’s arc, man…….. See, this is why I’ve been tilling the fields of that analysis for months this is why I’m insane about them, not only is there so much to say but her relationship with Chil deconstructs her perspective on the world as idealized and influenced by fiction and fantasy and optimism. Like, he’s at the core of that part of her arc and man!! Man

Below the cut is extra thoughts I think are relevant and tasty bc the length is getting ridiculous

Tacking this on bc the topic cropped up earlier today and it’s topical to Marcille’s relationship to sexuality, so.

Marcille is shown to have regressive views on gender, being strict on gender presentation both for what is considered to be a pretty man (elven standards) and for women (feminine clothes and hairstyles), but does she have regressive views on sexuality? And I think in a ‘no sex before marriage!!’ way of regressive sexuality I think there’s some basis to it. Bath scene and just generally keeping romance sanitized kinda vibe, probably influenced by novels fairytale type of standards for romance and what’s "proper". But i will say she didn’t seem to mind Chilchuck’s succubi so that’s a point against it I think. I’m not sure if I’d call Marcille’s discomfort at Falin ripping her shirt as the chimera an example of this mindset since it’s a friend unexpectedly undressing herself in public yk yk, and otherwise she seems fine with casual nudity with Falin and being in just a towel around her party members. Like there’s no categorical evidence or anything but I think the assumption is reasonable, though i wouldn’t characterize her like a scandalized prude or christian saint or anything. Even with the stuff she’s more vocal about aka gender regressivity, like Laios and Falin looking alike in any capacity, she’s not that raging about it (most of the time, the shapeshifter monster tidbit was pretty intense all things considered lol).

Especially if we go the route that it’s subconsious I think her being on the more sex negative side makes sense and is reflected here and there… Casual physical touches & affection in healing and cuddling with friends is all fine and great, but slight sexual intimacy is offered and straight away she has to do a mental block on it, deny and pull back. Ofc that’s more of a personal thing than something that she pushes onto others and is bad, but yeah i think there’s sooome basis for it, sex only after marriage that sorta stuff. It’s harder to really tell bc Dunmeshi avoids sex a bunch but again the succubi are a point against this theory imo and more a point towards "Marcille acts like an ostrich pulling her head in the sand whenever romance or sexuality happens around her and/or tries to involve her" which is, as this post can point towards, my preferred reading.

I sometimes draw Milsiril-Marcille parallels bc of the stifling mothering tendency, but she also reflects some other characters, I should eventually make an analysis on her. The protagonist of Dalclan does visually remind me of Milsiril, haircut and outfit cut mostly, and I do wonder if that’s intended like with Mithrun-Hareus and the reality vs idealized fiction thing. Milsiril the recluse™️ instead of just the meek and fair heroine. And onto the Milsiril-Marcille parallels, Milsiril’s a bit like Marcille’s dark mirror: refuses to interact with other humans beyond ones she idealizes and infantilizes to avoid the complicated and sometimes hurtful sides of relationships like loss and confrontation. She can be overly caring and crowding, with how she gave Falin a bath and was intense about checking for injuries or scars, or how she of course insists about learning about Chilchuck’s personal life despite his clear refusals and reticence. Infantilization with, again, Chilchuck and Falin, like when Falin said "Marcille still thinks I’m about 10 years old" when Marcille was coming to get her —Which, some of that classic elf "I know what’s good for you better than you do" mentality with her attitude of coming to rescue Falin from her brother and take her back if she didn’t like it— Some unwillingness in that sense to part from her loved ones even if that’s their wish like Milsiril coming to check on Kabru. Very enthusiastic about caring closely after people, a bit regardless of if wanted or not… Oh, and unwanted physical contact too, again with Chilchuck early on, and how touchy feely Milsiril is. Sometimes I make jokes about Marcille’s flaws and then my brain flashes like……. Milsiril 💀…… And then I go back to talking about Marcillle

In a way, like Laios and party sometimes explicitly mentions, their journey and all this self-growth wouldn’t have happened if Falin hadn’t died. There is the whole "exceptional circumstances" situation where it made them take risks and grow closer naturally through the obstacles they faced together, but on another hand I wonder if being in a group growing increasingly not just simply professional but friends as well without Falin was the crux of her growth. (While Marcille initially made efforts to be social and liked by each party member to integrate well, she’s not shown to make efforts to hang out outside of work with them after that, how it’s mentioned they don’t go to taverns together etc. We don’t know how much efforts, she’s always been pretty withdrawn. There’s the academic pedestral she was put on that made it rougher to make friends I imagine, but now I can’t help but think that she kept distance on purpose, because ~relationships and friendships are something fated to end badly for her~ etc.) So yes I think she didn’t really try to make friends with anyone. Even, as far as we know Falin has been Marcille’s only friend ever. Falin is her comfort zone, even if it’s a comfort zone she does a lot of metaphorical mind-block cleaning and caring remodelling in. She’s her comfort doll she wants to always carry around with her. Think she clings onto Falin a lot, defaults to just sticking by Falin, etc. Much like Laios, losing her was their catalyser to open up to other people in their lives too instead of just her.

The lion ate her desire to take care of her hair… To pretty it up and arrange it. Instead it becomes something that people around her have to do for her. Something caring and patient and in an atmosphere of no judgement. How fitting an end for her, who considered herself so undesirable, a mule, who sought social recognition through achievements, academic and professional with the classmates at the academy and the party during the mandrake collecting, so so afraid of being unwanted, a burden.

This is giving me emotional damage help me. I might have to redo this into a proper & clean analysis post after all... You poor asker I’m so sorry for hijacking your question and dropping this on you lol

You're always so on point with your posts. On that note, it made me realize that; Considering the themes of desires in DunMeshi. It's also to say that what you think you want isn't what you actually want.

Like, Marcille thinks she wants the handsome prince from the novels she reads... But what she actually wants is someone maybe more like her father who she admired so much. Kind, virtuous, caring to a fault, a family man. Things she later finds in Chilchuck.

Because as traumatizing as it was to see her mother's spiral after her father's death; Her memories of her father itself are some of the most important to her. And it fits with her pursuit to increase her loved ones' lives, because she does want what her mother and father had.

Sipping. I do go over ‘what you think you want vs what you actually want + what you need’ in my (upcoming) Marcille & Chil arc analysis ;) It’s a part of Dunmeshi that I really like and is super fascinating, I’d honestly like to make an analysis-post on the topic: all the different threads and characters in canon that reflect that, desires vs wants and themes of idealization in Dunmeshi, but it’s one of those things that’s just so huge to make. See this is the freaking problem with doing Dunmeshi meta you start talking about the themes or a narrative and everything is so interwoven you get distracted with tangents BUT IT’S ALL COMPELLING AND RELEVANT

I know that’s something laimar does a lot too, the dad thing, with Marcille in a post-canon comic knitting beside him paralleling her parents and whatnot. I don’t know if I fully agree on the angle but there’s definitely stuff to dig at there…

Like I know that I’d like to analyze Marcille’s succubus more, it comes up in my analysis draft but it’s not the point I’m trying to make there so I focus on other stuff but… I always saw the focus of Marcille’s succubus as that she sought out an emotional connection most of all, it’s romantic and courtly in nature but more importantly there’s personality and behavior there and it’s a character she already loves and knows deeply from having read the series, so it’s not like Chil where it’s just a pretty face whose identity doesn’t matter. A friend of mine though, @room-surprise, goes with the angle that it shows she isn’t ready for a relationship and that the appeal is very self-centered, and I def think compelling points are made…

Point I was trying to make, the succubus is definitely at the crux of figuring what it is Marcille wants and craves in someone I’d say, where she’s emotionally at wether consciously or subconsciously, or how she sees herself being involved in romance at least… It’s true Marcille is enthusiastic about romance, but always someone else’s, never hers, and she seems unwilling to examine her own relationships with people. She oversteps boundaries either obliviously or carelessly and doesn’t like change…

And then there’s how complex people’s relationship to fiction can be on top of that and graaaaah

Edit in bc I forgot I wanted to mention this like an idiot: OH and I do think the Daltian Clan serves a role in the general tapestry of Dunmeshi as well, sometimes in in depth ways that Room-Surprise will tackle in their research paper way better than me I’m sure. My understanding of the importance of general Hagreus in a more general narrative sense is that he reinforces the theme of idealization/fantasy vs reality that’s super present through the manga. Beyond just Marcille’s arc and his importance to her he’s designed uncannily close to Mithrun, it parallels real elves and their very flawed military system and the broken people it cultivates vs the romanticized elves put on an aesthetic pedestral in novels, especially considering it’s "general" Hareus

To give some previews of the analysis wip: Thus the succubus targets Marcille’s wish for a perfect knight who could cherish her forevermore, someone safe and known and fantastical, just hers in a way, free to see and construct however she wants because he’s a character to interpret Dungeon Meshi is in part about resisting desires, the irrational cravings, mostly through the character of the demon. I mentioned needs earlier, and to ideals vs wants we also add vs needs, both emotional and physical. And needs alongside wants are what Dungeon Meshi wishes to promote for a healthier person. Dungeon Meshi illustrates very well with the dungeon lords that you can be a slave to your desires. Dunmeshi prones the important of balance for both a healthy body and a healthy mind, and the arc of optimism vs pessimism with Marcille & Chilchuck is one such case <3

Ouuuugh how flawed relationships with flawed people can still be made into somehing good and healthy that make the world brighter…

We’ve gone far from the topic of how her family shaped what she seeks in relationships haha, I think you put it well already though I don’t have much to add on that front Edit in 2: SIKE! I’ll add that there’s an interesting thread in the manga of Marcille maturing and becoming more like her mother, which would be interesting and fun to pair with the fatherhood of Chil. Because Marcille is sometimes a mother figure as well: she’s the mom friend. I go over it here, and since when I made that post I’ve seen more interesting analysis on the topic too, like noticing she hides behind her mother’s portrait in the nightmare chapter, perhaps the inspiration behind her more mature reserved academic persona she sometimes has. Her parents are def important to her so it’s interesting to see how all the dynamics and her own psychology fit into that….

But yeah I think what she (thinks she) wants out of romance has a lot of layers, both conscious and subconscious… I haven’t gone into the bigger picture of how fiction affects her relationships here but it’s the central topic of my Marcille & Chil arc analysis so. She idealizes the trope of the prince charming and finds it attractive but is that what she would actually latch onto… Is it fully superficial, is it more about herself than it is about her potential partner... Is it mainly because she wants to get validation, from being special that she typically gets from high academic performance… We do see she can be rather insecure and worried about others’ perspective of her, that they think she’s not useful or capable enough, especially in the mandrake chapter… Unconditional love perhaps

What is your emotional landscape Marcille. How emotionally intelligent are you. I don’t think she knows what she wants romantically. I think she has a job so she don’t really care about that rn I’m just not sure if we can figure out what she ~actually~ wants on her behalf that might be too many levels of interpretation but idk idk, thinking on it still

[angryschnauzer]

Undercover Honeymoon

Summary; Having survived a helicopter crash that killed off the gang you and your senior agent had infiltrated, you hide out from the storm that brought the aircraft down by pretending to be Honeymooners at a boutique hotel... but what will 24 hours with August Walker bring you? Trouble, that’s what, and the best possible kind.

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader (no race or body type specified)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, honestly this is entirely smut, its a crack fic too. Sigh, here goes: face slap, murder, August in a hoodie and grey sweatpants, oral sex (female recieving), blowjob, drunken antics, impared judgement, titty fucking, fingering, unprotected sex, anal sex, inappropriate lube, multiple orgasms, dubious consent, choking, dom-vibes, Sugar Daddy arrangement (but no Daddy kink).

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Undercover Honeymoon

The helicopter spiralled out of control, the tall pines looming through the storm of the century rain, screaming filled your ears, unsure if it was the sound of the engines failing or coming from your own lungs. The aircraft made contact with the trees and everything went black.

-

“Agent… AGENT!” a slap across your face sprang you from your unconscious state, your vision blurred and you winced at the sharp pain that shot through your temple as the face before you came into focus.

“Walker?” you muttered; “Can’t blow our cover…”

Strong arms gripped your shoulders;

“Wake UP! Everyone else is dead”

The next hour was surreal. Agent Walker - your superior officer - had pulled you from the wreckage of the helicopter, past the lifeless bodies of the gang you’d infiltrated, some of which had injuries that looked suspiciously like gunshot wounds. Either way you were alive and so was the other undercover agent, and having spent the last four days running bank robberies you were relieved to be rid of the brutal gang.

Agent Walker had half dragged half carried you through the forest, and even though it was the middle of the day, the torrential rain and dark storm clouds above made the way feel like you were travelling at twilight. When you stumbled on some roots he caught you, his arm firmly around your waist;

“C’mon Agent, not much further now…” his voice softer than usual, reassuring even.

“Where’re we going?”

“Out of season ski lodge… should be quiet this time of year, just a couple of wildlife watchers no doubt”

-

What you’d been expecting was a cute little place with checkered curtains and cutesy decor, what you’d arrived at was a luxury boutique hotel. Agent Walker had managed to spin a very convincing tale of your car leaving the highway due to the weather and he’d arrange to get it recovered after the storm so you could continue your ‘honeymoon’. The receptionist had smiled warmly and offered the pair of you the luxury suite, August merrily peeling $100 bills off a stack he’d produced from his pocket, the paper band that held them together from the robbery slyly crumpled up and you quietly picked it up from the floor, a tiny smirk on the corner of his face when he spotted you covering his rare mistake.

-

Ten minutes later you were settled in your shared room, starting to peel yourself out of your soaked boots and clothing as you eyed the enormous bathroom and ultra fluffy robes that were provided.

“I’m going to go to the gift shop…” he announced, breaking the silence; “They do hoodies and stuff, i’ll grab some dry things to change into…”

“Thanks Agent Walker… I’m going to take a bath…”

He nodded quietly, standing at the door;

“It’s August… call me August”

You must have fallen asleep in the bath, as the next thing you know there is an insistent knocking on the bathroom door;

“Honey? Honey, everything ok in there?”

“Y-yes, Sorry, fell asleep…”

“Ok Honey, just got room service here delivering some lunch”

“Thanks Aug… Augie…”

Augie? Where the hell did that come from? You mentally chastised yourself. An hour ago he was your senior agent and all round grumpy supervisor, now he was ‘Augie’? You actually facepalmed yourself before taking a deep breath and climbing out of the bath. A few moments later once you were dry, wearing the fluffy robe you stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, your breath catching in your throat;

“Augie… we have company?”

Agent Walker was standing in the middle of the room in his shirt, underwear and socks, talking to the room service attendant as he tipped the young man;

“Darling, lunch is here, you must be famished” he let a warm smile spread over his face as he turned to the staff member; “We must have a bite to eat… expending lots of energy, it is our honeymoon after all…”

Once he’d ushered the man out of the room he cleared his throat and his expression dropped, his face serious again;

“I got your new attire… it fits more with the location” he motioned for you to follow him to the bed where there were a number of things laid out, however your feet were rooted to the floor; “What?”

“You’re… you’re in your underwear…”

He looked down, almost in shock to discover he was without his cargo pants;

“Yes? And you’re completely naked beneath that fetching white robe” he motioned to a side of the bed where a bunch of things were sat on the pristine white duvet; “So unless you wish to eat lunch having me know you are naked save for a glorified towel with sleeves - and that would be a delightful thought - you may want to get changed whilst i shower”

Without another word he smirked, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and grabbed a pile of clothing on the bed, before sauntering into the bathroom, leaving you open jawed at both his sassiness and his tight ass in snug jersey boxers.

Turning back to what was laid on the bed you looked over what he’d managed to get in the hotel’s boutique; a daringly short floral summer dress, a hoodie with the Hotel’s logo on, a pack of novelty thong panties also with bears on, and the highest heeled wedge sandals you’d ever seen. Although none of this surprised you, it was after all the kind of hotel where in good weather, the rich and famous could have cocktails on the deck as they overlooked the Rocky mountains, the fact he’d managed to find your exact size in everything was impressive.

Leaving the heels off for now, you pull the panties and dress on, throwing the hoodie on unzipped to cover up a little, before going to investigate the food, realising that you probably hadn’t eaten for close to 24 hours. You were bent over the service trolley scrutinising the various dishes that had been delivered when you heard his voice;

“Huh, didn’t need to buy you a wallet, those tiny panties show off your silken purse beautifully Princess”

Spinning around you gasped, about to give him a piece of your mind but your train of thought stopped like a record scratch. There before you stood Agent August Walker, grey sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, chest bare as he pulled a khaki green hoodie over his still damp curls. You noticed how his beard was a little beyond stubble, his mustache curling as a small smile tugged as his lips. Your gaze unashamedly ran down the length of his entire body, emphasis on length as it was clear he was without any underwear, and those rumours that were quietly whispered in the ladies room at the Pentagon were looking to be true as to exactly why they called him ‘The Hammer’.

Still holding a cooling French Fry he sauntered over to you before grabbing a sandwich from the platter;

“My apologies… that was inappropriate” he took a bite, before talking with his mouth full; “Been a crazy 24 hours huh?”

“Y-yeah, you could say that… so, what’s the plan?”

Just at that moment an incredible gust of wind rattled the windows to the point you thought they would blow in, the lights overhead flickered before settling back to bright as he answered;

“Eat, Drink, Sleep. We’re stuck here at least overnight. We don’t have any cells or electronics people can trace, and having checked the map this is not the closest civilisation to the crash site so even if people did come looking for us, this isn’t the first place they’d think of… however in this weather the roads are impassable, at least two rivers have breached their banks, we’re basically cut off from the rest of the world here in our own little bubble” he took a bite of sandwich before grinning at you; “So eat up, the bar downstairs is well stocked, dinner is apparently served in about 4 hours, and there’s a game room if you’re up for a round or two of pool…”

-

Giggling you both tumbled into your suite, August flicking the light switch up and down before realising the power had gone out at the exact moment he’d unlocked the door;

“Oooh dark… are you afraid of the dark Princess?”

The pair of you stumbled and turned, pushing the door shut and you found yourself pressed between it and August’s body, his lips finding your neck as he pressed kisses along your jugular, his facial hair leaving behind a trail of tingling skin in its wake;

“Depends who i’m in the dark with…”

He was so close, in the faint last traces of daylight as the storm took hold of the night you could see the outline of his face, how his long eyelashes rested against his cheeks as he closed his eyes, his breath warm on your skin as you were surrounded by his scent, pine soap and single malt whiskey;

“A monster…”

“I was never afraid of monsters…”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, pressing a kiss to your clothed stomach before his hands were beneath the skirt and pulling your novelty panties down;

“Hold your dress up Princess, show me that pretty pussy”

Doing as he told you, you gripped the pretty fabric in your hands as he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing kisses to your inner thighs before his thick fingers parted your folds and he dived in. His mustache and light beard pricked at your sensitive skin, but his tongue and lips soothed your aching core, desperate for attention and dripping with need as he went to town on you. He quickly brought you to orgasm before pushing you on for the next, his fingers now knuckle deep in your velvet walls, curling just right to find that spot that had you dripping, his tongue working against your clit to the point where you had to steady yourself by curling one hand through his soft chestnut curls, riding his face as you cried out his name.

Now over sensitive, you pulled his curls to get him to relent, a grunt of frustration coming from between your thighs;

“Augie… please… too sensitive…”

He quickly stood, lifting you to kiss you roughly, his tongue pushing into your mouth and you could taste yourself on his tongue as he gripped your ass as he carried you across the room before unceremoniously dropping you on the bed;

“Strip” he commanded as he staggered to the bathroom. 

You ignored his request, instead reaching for a bottle of water at the side of the bed, taking a drink from he as he returned holding a bottle;

“August… what’s that?”

He looked down at the bottle, almost surprised he was holding something and blinked a few times before looking back at you;

“Baby oil. Its... Baby oil”

“Why do you have Baby oil?” you asked, already knowing the answer but with a sly streak wanting to get him to admit it

“Because they didn’t sell condoms in the gift shop so i cant fuck your pussy because i can’t check to see if you’re on birth control” he blurted out quickly.

Whatever you had been expecting, it hadn’t been that, and as you coughed on the water you had been about to drink, August got distracted and moved to light the candles that sat on the table in the centre of the room now that the only available light was the tiny light over the sink in the bathroom that was battery operated. You watched as he somehow managed to strike the matches and light the candles even though he was visibly drunk, before returning back to the bed and standing over you;

“Why aren’t you naked?” he frowned at you; “Don’t make me rip that pretty little dress off of you Princess”

Shimmying out of your dress you bit your lip as you watched him watching you, the low light dancing over your body and enough for you to see the obscene bulge barely contained by his sweatpants. He stood at the edge of the bed, towering over you before he took hold of your ankles and roughly pulled you to the edge of the bed before he pulled the grey sweats down and you finally got sight of his legendary hammer;

“Fuck…”

“We’ll get to that Princess, but first, suck”

Taking him in your hands he was hot and throbbing at your touch, his thick shaft patterned with veins, heavy and virile. You pumped your fist, your fingers unable to meet as you worked his uncut dick. You felt his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer until you had no choice but to open your mouth and take him as deep as you could, gagging as he immediately hit the back of your throat and started to fuck your mouth.

Holding your head in place with both hands he rocked his hips back and forth, groaning as he stretched your lips almost uncomfortably. Soon you had spit running down your chin as he rained down a stream of degrading compliments;

“Cock hungry slut, look at you with my dick in your mouth… does it taste good, Jesus christ your tongue is perfect, yeah do that thing again, fuck, i can feel your throat tight around me…” with a gasp he pulled out, a trail of spittle hanging from your lips to his angry red tip, before he grabbed the baby oil and pushed you back until you were laying flat on the bed;

“Push your tits together, i’m gonna fuck them and cum all over your pretty face”

He climbed on the bed, straddling your lower torso as you found yourself pushing your breasts together. The click of a bottle of baby oil and it was being poured in the valley of your chest, before he settled his dick against the slick skin. He dropped the bottle and with a grunt pulled his hoodie over his head, revealing his glorious chest, covered in dark hair and thicker than you had realised. 

His dick was heavy against your chest as he took your hands in his and showed you how he wanted you to hold your titties for him, rocking his hips bath and forth as his hot flesh slipped through your soft pillows, the angry tip poking out at your neck with each thrust;

“So fucking pretty, gonna cum all over that face… you wanna taste my cum you little slut? Yeah? Cock hungry slut, can’t get enough of my dick, can you?”

You didn’t answer, the lust in his eyes making you drunk with desire, instead you tipped your head to your chest and opened your mouth, letting August’s dick slide into your mouth, the salty tang of his precum hitting your senses.

His thrusts were becoming rough and violent, his hips squeezing your ribcage as he fought back against the urge to cum, but you wanted it, needed it;

“August, will you cum on my face, pretty please?” you batted your eyelashes at him innocently and it was the final straw, and you watched as he threw his head back and thick ropes of his creamy seed spurted over your mouth and cheeks as he groaned so deliciously. On the last spurt you leaned forwards and took his tip into your mouth, gently laving your tongue over the leaking slit, before releasing him softly. August had eased his gasp on your tits, and using his thick finger he scooped the cum from your cheek;

“Open wide Princess”

Sticking your tongue out you sucked the bitter treat from his finger, before he repeated it with the other cheek. Finally swallowing you grinned at him;

“Thank you August”

His hand paused on your cheek, softly cupping it;

“Anything for you Princess… now scoot up the bed, i wanna eat that pussy again whilst i get you ready for my dick”

He swung his leg over so you could wriggle up the bed, and immediately he was laying between your legs, both of your thighs over his shoulders as he started to sloppily eat you out again, except this time his lubed fingers strayed to your asshole and he already had one knuckle deep in your back entrance. You were writhing against his tongue, and although not as accurate with his targets this time now that the alcohol in his system was taking hold, that wide tongue was driving you to heaven as his fingers pulled you down into the dark pits of depravity that hell could only contain. You were uttering almost incomprehensible gibberish, begging for more which he eagerly gave, a second and soon a third finger stretching your ass as he prepared you for what was yet to come. You came with a scream as his wide tongue tormented your pussy until you had to physically pull him by his curls to stop, breathless as you watched him kneel on the bed and grab the baby oil, pouring some onto his hand to lube his dick before smoothing a considerable amount over your asshole and lined up his now raging hard on with your stretched hole. He paused, looking down at you;

“Final chance to back out… do you want me to fuck your ass?”

“Yes… please August, i want your dick in my ass, i want you to cum in my ass, treat me like a dirty anal slut”

With a groan he pushed forwards, slowly breaching your body and you felt the uncomfortable stretch of having a dick slide into your ass. Even with the prep and the oil it still took a while for your body to relax enough for him to push in, but when he eventually was balls deep in your ass you felt so full you were sure you would burst;

“Oh my god… You’re so big…”

“Taking me like a champ Princess, even with the oil your ass is so fucking tight i’m struggling not to blow my load right here and now”

“Fuck my ass August, do it hard, i wanna feel it in the morning…”

With a roar he started to fuck into you, holding himself up on his massive arms as his hips pistoned into you, filling your barren depths as his pubic bone rubbed against your empty pussy and your juices flooded his crotch;

“So fucking wet Princess, leaking all down your ass, its only adding to the lube so i can fuck you harder. Your poor little battered asshole, you’re barely gonna be able to sit tomorrow… apart from back on my dick as we have breakfast, don’t think this is the only time i’m gonna fuck your ass, i’m gonna use this hole until you’re loose and stretched, so i can just bend you over and slide my dick into your ass. Gonna hide those stupid panties i bought you, i want you walking around bare, my cum dripping down your legs where there’s so much inside you, you can barely keep it inside… shame the gift shop didn’t sell plugs, i woulda’ filled you with my load and have you plugged and ready lubed for me to use whenever i pleased…”

August’s dirty talk had you cumming hard, squeezing him tight and yet he fucked you straight through it. Laying limp as he continued to fill your ass he slowed and moved, kneeling on the bed as he moved your legs from either side of his lips until both your feet were over one of his shoulders, pushing and pulling you until he had one arm firmly wrapped around your knees and he could fuck into your ass as he held you like a rag doll. The new position was tighter, deeper, and as you started to pant out with lust his free hand rested on your throat, squeezing carefully but firmly;

“Harder…” you panted out, your head swimming as your airway was restricted, and as he pounded into your ass you were both getting close.

“Gonna cum in your ass, fill you up with a massive load, you want that Princess?”

You tried to say yes, but all that came out was a tiny croak as his massive hand gripped your throat. Before you could even try again your orgasm hit, your eyes rolling back in their sockets as you squirted, your body gripping him so tight he reached his peak, pushing in as deep as he could as he pumped your ass full of his cum.

August released his grip on your neck, pulling out gently as he softly lay your legs on the bed;

“Did so well Princess, such a good little slut…”

You could only hum out a response, your mind as used as your body was.

-

You woke to the sound of soft rain falling against the window, peering out from beneath the duvet you could see that the grey light of morning was filling the room, the storm seemingly blown mostly through with just a persistent rain now dampening the earth. Shifting on the bed you winced, everything was sore, but especially your ass. But then a warm body pressed to your back, a large hand smoothed over your stomach and a familiar voice spoke softly in your ear as stubble brushed against your bare shoulders;

“Rise and shine…”

“Hmmmmm no, i don’t wanna get up” you grumbled

“But…”

“Noooo. If we get up then we’ve got to think about things going back to normal, i just wanna pretend i’m able to stay in a hotel as nice as this when i’m not trying to escape a dangerous gang… too many responsibilities, too much stress… i just want another half hour of being treated like a Princess” you grumbled.

A quiet chuckle came from behind you;

“There’s no reason why we can’t do this again”

Turning in his arms, you looked at August;

“How? You’re my superior Agent, the CIA pushes and pushes and pushes, I never get enough time off to do something like this, If i had known i was literally signing my life away i would never have signed up for the academy. What’s the fucking use of earning a good wage if i can never enjoy it… and its not even that good of a wage to be honest…” you paused and narrowed your gaze; “Have you showered?”

“Yes. And i have a proposition for you…”

“Keep talking…”

August started to move, slowly climbing between your legs and you felt his hard dick resting against your folds, your pussy instinctively growing wet, slowly rubbing against you as he smiled down at you;

“As a senior agent i get a considerably better wage than you do, but i don’t have anyone to share it with, anyone to treat like a Princess and spoil with gifts that they deserve… but i also want someone that will be agreeable to my darkest desires…” he rocked his hips back before slowly parting his thighs, and you felt the nudge of his tip at your soaked pussy; “... someone, a woman i can treat like a Princess but will let me fuck them like a whore… can i fuck your pussy like a whore?”

The gentle nudge of his dick just stretching the ring of muscle that granted access to the heaven between your legs had you begging, pleading to be August’s Whore. He let out a sigh of pleasure as he slowly sank into your pussy, bare and unprotected filling you with his virile shaft;

“You’re my Slutty Princess…taking my dick like a pro”

In that hotel room August Walker became your sugar Daddy, and over room service breakfast you agreed the details of your arrangement as you sat on his lap, his dick in your ass as he fed you strawberries, before he grew impatient and bounced you on his dick until he came in your barren depths. Resting back against his chest, his softening dick still inside you he played with your pussy as he discussed the next step, trying to decide if a trip to an adult store or a jewellery store should be the first stop after returning to DC;

“How about a jewelled plug?” you suggested; “That’s the best of both worlds”

Holding your jaw he turned your head so he could kiss you, pulling away and grinning;

“See, that’s why you’re the perfect Princess, smart and sexy…”

You felt him start to harden in your ass again, wriggling and letting out a giggle as you felt him stretch your insides;

“Over the table or out on the balcony in the rain?” you asked

“Oooh lets do the balcony… its check out time so a few other guests will be able to see my little slut have her battered asshole filled with another load”

There on the balcony that overlooked the serene mountains August filled your ass again, your naked bodies soaked with the rain as he gripped your breasts whilst he fucked you from behind. 

You couldn’t wait to be August’s play thing.