#elf romance

[elf-luthiel]

needing days ages to process Trespasser

Vhenan…

[lovestruckthedasbard]

I still haven't mustered the courage to start Veilguard. Please don't spoil me on anything. I just want to live in blissful ignorance, hope and delution for a little longer..

"This is how their story ends. This is how their story end. This is how their story ends".. I'm so fucking scared.

[delicatefade]

Dream a Little Dream

OC Kiss Week Day 2: reach

Fandom: Dragon Age, though it really doesn't matter for this snippet. Word Count: 601

Eilan is on a stage. A cast of actors stands behind her, applauding. The theater’s house lights are on. The audience is on their feet clapping and whooping. Lex, her love, is loudest. He stands in the front row, whistling, two fingers pressing down on his lip. Eilan waves at the packed theater, one hand clapped over her mouth as she is overcome. Oh, maybe she is holding flowers? Flowers appear nestled in the crook of her arm. From Lex or the cast? Roses or something else? She started over. Heavy red velvet curtains fall on the stage. The house lights come on. The gilding in the ornate walls shine. The patterned carpet muffles the celebratory stamping of feet. Eilan is in a theater fit for Val Royeaux. Oh! And this is the first play penned by an elf to be performed on a premiere Orlesian stage. Was that true? Had no elf ever written a play for an Orlesian stage? She would look it up later, much later. The clan had a hard time sourcing books. Imagine if the Dalish had a library? Any-who.

Eilan stands in the first row before the seat reserved for the writer. Lex is standing beside her. They both clap. The curtains draw open to reveal the full cast holding hands in a line. They bow and applaud each other and bow some more. The lead actor then gestures towards Eilan. The house lights come on. Eilan walks up the stage wing’s stairs to join the cast. The audience erupts into raucous applause. Lex presses his pinkies to his lips and whistles. She waves at the crowd, demurely overcome, so humble, so grateful. With a sweep of her hand she directs the audience’s applause towards the orchestra pit — wait, no. How will Lex give her flowers if the orchestra pit is in the way? She backtracked a little. Eilan is on the stage, waving, tears in her eyes. Lex walks up to the stage’s apron with bouquet in his hands — where had he hid it this whole time? Perhaps over the course of Eilan’s staging of the play Lex had gotten to know some of the theater’s staff? A small edit, then: before opening night Lex had colluded with the stage manager to hide flowers somewhere in the theater to be given to Lex when Eilan took her bow so that he could then present them to her. The honor fell to him, not the cast, because, well, perhaps by then she could be his wife? Eilan flushed at the thought. Dared she dream it? Oh, he won’t know. Alright, so. Eilan is on the stage, waving, crying, etc, etc. The stage manager discreetly hands Lex the bouquet. He walks up to the apron and reaches up to Eilan to present the bouquet of… white roses and gardenias? Yes. And Eilan is definitely his wife. (Eeee!) She kneels down on the stage and kisses her husband (Eeee!) before the eyes of the adoring public. Eilan’s heart fluttered. “Babe!” Lex burst into Eilan’s tent. She startled out of her daydream, sitting bolt upright in her cot. Her eyes went wide. A book slid off her chest onto the ground. She was back at Clan Lavellan’s camp, near Kirkwall, far from any Orlesian stages. He grinned at her jumpiness. “Napping?” “No no.” She stifled a yawn with her knuckles. “I was reading.” “Riiiight.” He planted a hand on either side of her on the cot. “I read with my eyes closed, too.” He kissed her hello. “You ready to go, miss sleepy babe? I got big plans for us today.”

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[mysteriouslyspookyandcooky]

Milius the Elf (f/m)

female protagonist with a scar from injury, male monster that is a lord

warnings: violence and gore in the beginning, language, sexual themes, mature themes

words: 5117

She coughs into the dirt, spitting blood in the process. She heaves in for a moment before swinging back up to throw her dagger at the nearest threat. It enters the throat of a bandit and he clutches his neck before falling to his knees. She lunges to grab it from his neck, pulling it out with a faster speed. The sound is horrid as the man gargles blood and tries to breathe.

The man looks at her with disdain before his eyes lose the life in them. His hands fall from his neck and fall to the dirt below them. Isda takes a deep breath and sits on the floor for a long moment. One second she was traveling along the path, eating an apple for energy to get back to the town and then the next she is fighting for her life.

The woman shakes a little but she sighs and gets up, pocketing the dagger in her bloody hands. The sound of a few horses catches her attention and men appear. Fuck, she mutters to herself. She cannot run as they pull up to her location.

A man at the front catches her attention. An elf with dark skin looks at her with bright green eyes that match his white hair. He looks at her, and raises an eyebrow at the dead bandit on the floor, "Did you kill this man?"

Isda only nods, "He- he attacked me. I defended myself."

The elf nods and motions for a man by his side. They get off of their horses and retrieve the body. The elf looks at her, "Thank you. You did our job for us."

Isda barely hears him before falling to the floor, the world going black. She thinks of her mother and how she was to return home in a swift manner after leaving.

The woman wakes with a sudden jolt, looking around the room frantically. She sees a woman at the end of the bed, surprised at her. Another elf. The blonde woman smiles, "Well, good morning, dear."

Isda stutters, "Where am I?"

"You must be confused. Apologies. We are at Stalwart Castle. The Lord took you in after you fainted on the road," she tells Isda, offering her water in a glass.

Isda takes a drink, feels her sore throat ease slightly, and continues to drink the liquid down. The woman smiles, taking the empty glass from her, "I can get you more?"

"I'm okay for now," Isda mutters, "I need to get back home."

The woman nods, "I will grab Lord Stalwart for you. He wishes to speak to you before you leave."

Isda goes to talk but the elf leaves the room as quickly as she thought possible. The human stares at the door and frowns, moving from the blanket. She groans and looks at her leg. It was wrapped up. It hurt. What did she do?

The woman sits there for what feels like hours before a knock echoes out. The woman looks up, "Come in?"

A form enters, "Why do you question me coming in?"

There stands the dark elf she had seen the day before. She frowns, "I do not know much of what is happening, forgive me…"

He waves her off, "No need. You were injured."

"What happened?"

The man takes a seat in a chair in the corner and smiles, "We were following that bandit because he had escaped from us. We did not expect to find you had killed him, although that was not the trouble. He must have injured you because you fainted in the street, bleeding from the leg. I could not leave you there. It would not have been right of me."

Isda sighs and nods her head, "Ah, I see. Well, thank you for helping me…"

"Milius. Call me Milius."

She nods, "Thank you for saving my life. I appreciate it, truly. How can I repay you?"

"There is no need," the elf tells her, "I am just happy to see you well, human."

"Isda."

"Hm?"

"My name."

"Ah," he smiles, "You may stay as long as you need, Isda, and even after that if you wish. We have jobs in the castle."

She raises an eyebrow, "I already have one."

Milius chuckles, "I noticed your belongings. I apologize for snooping, but we did need to check if you were a criminal yourself. You have the Aceden emblem. You must do deliveries. Cannot be much of a paying job, is it?"

Isda frowns, "Rude of you to assume so."

The elf smiles, "Sorry, but I do know those in my lands well.

Isda nods her head, "It didn't pay much, but it kept me alive."

Milius nods, "Of course, but I can offer you more here. I need someone with your attitude."

"Why do you wish to hire me?"

The elf smiles, "Truly because I see fight in you, but because I find you rather pretty to look at?"

The woman's mouth drops open, "You say that with no shame!"

Milius seems to blush a little, "I cannot help what my eyes see. And they see a woman full of vigor and energy. It is something I do not find much. Do forgive my brash words, but I do not tilt from the truth, Isda."

The woman nods her head, "Well, thank you. I've never had someone say that before but…"

"Let me convince you."

"What?"

"You need to heal," he tells her, shifting a little, "Let me convince you over the time you're here to work by my side. I always can use another on my council for an added opinion."

Isda frowns and rolls her eyes, "Okay. I'll let you try to convince me, Milius."

The dark elf offers a hand and she grabs it, shaking his hand. The elf smiles, "I will leave you to rest, Isda. Someone will be by later for dinner and medicine. For now, I shall leave but I will come to talk to you tomorrow, if you are willing."

She nods, "Yeah, I'll see you then."

Isda welcomes the silence of the room for a while before she sighs and tries to sleep. Her leg, especially her thigh, aches but it is a dull sensation. She falls asleep for a few hours to be woken by a medic coming into the room to change her bandages and give her some more pain relievers.

"Hello, Isda."

"Hi."

The woman smiles, "Milius told me of your situation."

Isda sighs, "Going through the castle fast?"

She shakes her head, "No. He is my brother. He tells me most things anyway."

"Oh," Isda smiles, "Nice to meet you…?"

"Yrena."

"Hi, Yrena, I assume you are here to help me?"

"I am. I need to change your bandages and I'll give you something for the pain."

Isda lets the woman touch her thigh and take the previously bloody wrapping off. She sees her thigh and grimaces, looks like she was stabbed and slashed pretty badly. It was healing over already which is surprising. Yrena allies a salve to the wound that looks unlike anything Isda has ever seen, "What is that?"

Yrena smiles, "Ah, it's an elvish medley. Works perfect for open wounds, why?"

"Never seen it before," she admits.

"Not surprised," Yrena chuckles out.

As she is wrapped again, she is given something to take when dinner comes. Apparently, it's better taken with food in her stomach. Yrena looks at the human, "My brother is persistent."

"Is he?"

The woman nods, "But he will respect you if you tell him no. He's no ruthless leader."

"Trying to convince me?"

Yrena laughs, "Definitely not. I merely say it to ease your mind, Isda. But for now, try to rest up."

Isda nods and smiles, "I am tired."

Come the next day, Isda tries to stand up on her own. She's able to but her thigh throbs in pain at the motions when she tilts it wrong. She stands to stretch a little from the bed before sitting right back down, the pain overwhelming. Someone comes and brings her breakfast and she thanks them as they bow to her before leaving.

As she starts to devour the eggs, a knock reaches her ears, "Come in."

Milius opens the door and smiles, holding a tray in his hand, "Hello, Isda."

"Morning," the woman mutters, sleep still clinging to her. The elf enters the room and motions for the extra chair, "May I join you for breakfast?"

Isda nods, "Sure. Can't promise I am good company. I did just wake up a moment ago."

"No worries," he starts, taking a seat, "I am never a morning person but the duty calls and I must be…"

The woman hums, "I suppose so, huh?"

Milius nods, setting his tray on his lap, and starting to eat a meal similar to hers. He had more fruit though. He watches as she moves to the potatoes on her plate and bites into them, almost surprised at the taste.

"Not to your liking?"

"Oh no," she starts, "These are amazing. I haven't had food this good in a very long time."

Milius hums, "Not much of a cook?"

"I enjoy it," Isda tells him with a smile, "But the spices I used to use are too expensive now so all of my stuff has become plain and bland. I forgot what good food tasted like."

"I worked in the kitchens for a little, and when I started off my food tasted much like that until I learned the ways to season well," he tells her.

"You worked?"

The elf chuckles, "Yes. My father wanted me to get an understanding. He wanted us to be as humble as we could as small rulers."

"Is that why Yrena is a medic?"

Milius smiles at the mention of his sister, "Yes. She loves talking to people and helping them so she became a medic while being in my court."

"Must be a large responsibility…" Isda trails off.

"She loves it though."

"I can tell she does. You don't find that often nowadays," Isda frowns.

"No?"

Isda shrugs, "I don't see much happiness in my town. We are at the butt-end of the companies taking over the metalworking. The fumes have made the people move out and what is left of us is left to rot. Not that I'm saying that to be rude to you. It was a lot worse until you sent out the cleaning crews to dwindle the pollution but the poor can't go further. Too expensive to move."

Milius thinks for a moment, "Jerti, yes?"

"Yes?"

"We're going to be destroying the town and replacing it with fields."

"What?" Isda looks surprised, "How the fuck could you do that?"

Milius seems taken aback for a moment at the sudden swearing but listens, "There are people there who cannot move and have their entire lives there. Why would you destroy their homes and livelihood?"

"We will resettle them," he assures, "The area can be used for more farming. We can move the factories closer to the edge near the open areas so we can regulate the fumes."

Isda doesn't seem convinced and only hums in response, "If they will even want to move."

Milius sighs, "I am aware of that. We need to do it anyway. It's safer for the people to move the factories elsewhere."

"Try and tell them that," she tells him, taking a drink, "Preach to them, Milius, not me. And if need be, flash the opportunity to make more money in their faces."

The elf smiles, "See. You are already giving me advice. You'll be perfect in my court."

Isda's mouth opens but she just closes it and frowns a little, "Won't be that easy to get me to agree."

The lord chuckles, "I hoped it wouldn't be that easy! I enjoy a challenge."

He stands with his finished tray and smiles down at her, "Enjoy the rest of your meal, Isda. I will see you later or at dinner. Til then, enjoy yourself."

She waves him off, "I'll try."

The lord leaves the room and she huffs. He is something else. Nothing she has ever encountered before. She's talked to many different folks, but one determined for her help is a new thing. She shrugs and finishes her breakfast.

A bit later, Yrena comes to wash her leg and wrappings and offers the woman a bath. She happily takes up the offer and washes herself clean, minus the wounded leg which she has to stick out of the water for the time being. Yrena ties her wrappings and smiles, talking a little about the days with one another before giving her more medicine and leaving.

Isda sits in the room and huffs, she isn't tired and there is nothing to do. She sits up and looks to the other side of the room and notices a bookshelf. She hops up and makes precise hops over to the shelf to look at the books that litter it.

She takes one that looks the most interesting before hopping back to the bed. She groans, that taking a lot of effort out of her before moving under the blanket to flip the old leather open. The woman starts the book and gets entranced in the romantic literature that the knock on her door startlers her.

Yrena comes in and smiles, "Dinner is here. I'll get your wrappings before you eat."

"Oh! I have been reading for a long time then."

Yrena chuckles, "It is dark out now, Isda."

The woman glances at the window and gasps, "I never noticed…"

Yrena rolls her eyes, "You are just like my brother. He gets so distracted by books that he runs late or stays up for way too long and regrets it the next day."

Isda puts the book on the nightstand and flips to face Yrena, "Yrena can I ask you a question?"

"Of course," she smiles brightly.

"Why does Milius want me on his council so bad? I am just a townsfolk who happened to kill a guy running from them," she mutters.

The sister thinks for a moment, "To be honest, Isda, I have no idea. But you seem like good and smart company and my brother has never steered me wrong. I won't be doubting him now."

As Isda eats her dinner in silence other than the small thuds of the rain outside, she thinks about the situation as a whole. What could keep her here? The offer of money and working in the castle would be extremely beneficial. But why does she not want to take it? Is it spite? Fear of betraying her friends?

Upon morning, it's Milius who wakes her up by bringing breakfast to her. She grumbles which makes him chuckle.

"Are you not eating?"

"Already did," Milius tells her.

She eats her breakfast half asleep and looks at him, "What do you want, hm?"

He smiles, "Join me in the gardens? It is beautiful and dry even with the rain from the night. I wanted to do some paperwork of mine out there and enjoy the weather. You can bring some books or we even have art supplies if you'd prefer."

Isda sits up straight and nods, "How would I get there? It takes a lot of work for me to hop there…"

"Nonsense," he mutters, "My advisor brought my things outside. I can simply carry you."

Isda chokes on her drink for a moment, "I don't think that would be good."

"How so?" the elf wonders.

"The Lord of the castle carrying around a commoner? People would talk. I don't wish to tarnish your reputation in the castle," Isda tells him.

Milius scoffs, "I never cared then and I won't care now about the little things that are passed between the nosy staff members. Now do you wish to enjoy the weather or not?"

The woman smiles, "Sure, I would love to get out of this room. Let me grab the book I was reading and get changed into something clean."

Milius smiles, "Yrena is outside. She will help you."

The sister pops into the room and waves, moving past Milius as he leaves the room. She helps Isda get into a new tunic and trousers that feel fantastic against her skin. Oddly they are super soft to the touch. She stretches and stands up. Yrena smiles, "Ah, perfect. It's good to see you healing well. You should be okay in two weeks."

"Great," Isda smiles.

She leaves and Milius comes in and motions for someone to come in. A maid smiles and grabs the book from the nightstand. Isda chuckles and gets shy when Milius reaches for her, "Okay, tell me if I hurt you."

The elf lifts her into his arms easily and starts his journey out of the room and down the hall. The maid closes the door behind them and walks next to them with the book. Isda feels so awkward as he carries her as if she weighs nothing and walks through large doors to show the garden.

He was right. It was beautiful.

The lord gently places her down on one of the cushioned benches to the side under a little bit of shade, "This work for you?"

"It's fine," Isda smiles.

The elf takes off his overcoat and sighs to sit on the floor. Isda watches as he grabs a small pile of papers to look through them. He frowns before reaching for a small box, opening them to take glasses out to put them on his face.

"You need glasses?"

The elf hums, "Only sometimes to read these things. Otherwise, I can see relatively well."

The woman nods, "They look nice on you!"

He chuckles and flushes a little, "Thank you, I appreciate it, love."

They both pause and Isda starts to chuckle, "Do you find this funny?"

Isda shakes her head, "I'm not laughing at you, promise. It was just…cute?"

"Cute?"

"Yeah," she confirms, "Cute."

The lord smiles but turns back to the pages, every so often peeking over to watch her eyes glaze the book in her hands. She maneuvers to lean against the chair a little differently, stretching her leg to a comfortable position. 

Some time passes and Isda sets down the book, tired of reading it. She shuffles in the seat and looks over at Milius. He was handsome. She wouldn't deny that. She'd be lying if she did.

"Milius?"

"Yes?" he wonders, looking up at her through the tips of his glasses.

Isda leans forward a little, "Are you still serious about me joining your council?"

The elf sits up straight, "I am. I think this place would benefit from your wisdom, why?"

"I suppose…I am merely curious as to why you would want me on your team," she tells him.

He chuckles and places the paper down on the floor next to him, "Frankly, my reasons are mainly selfish."

She tilts her head in question. He smiles and sighs, "I do believe you would be a fantastic voice of reason but I also want to find a way to keep you close to me for longer. I suppose it was my way of trying to get you to stay in the castle. Stay with me."

"Why?"

"I find you intriguing, Isda. There is something inside me that wants to learn more about you. To my people, we usually find "soulmates" or something close to it. Much like the dwarves have their "One"."

The woman nods her head, "I'm your soulmate?"

"I think so," he tells her, "But if it's one-sided, I will leave you alone."

"It's not that," she starts. He looks at her, hopeful. "I just need to know you better. I need to know the real you and you see me in turn. Once that happens, I would be able to tell."

The elf smiles, "I would love to tell you about myself and learn about you."

"Perfect."

A few days pass since the gardens and Isda is up and walking around soon enough. She trains her muscles back to what they once were with Yrena and spends time walking with Milius, talking of anything and everything. She knew from the start she wanted the elf. Oddly, she felt that weird attraction that Milius had mentioned. The whole "soulmates" thing was coming to be true.

Isda catches herself laughing more with the elf than she ever has with anyone else in her entire life. She feels as though she has known him her entire life, yet it has only been two weeks. Was this making her crazy? 

Another few days pass and Isda leaves her room, heading towards the courtyard. No one came out after this time so she knew she would be alone to sit and look at the stars. The woman sits up on the balcony ledge and hangs her legs over. Her eyes trail the sky and the beauty that lies within it.

"Trying to escape?"

Isda startles and starts to fall but the form catches her with a small gasp, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

She turns and looks at the culprit: Milius. Isda frowns but he gives her a toothy grin to retort. Her eyes roll instinctively and she moves to face him, "Trying to kill me?"

He shakes his head, "Never. I wasn't expecting you, or anyone for that matter, to be out here."

Isda hums, "I was restless. Wanted time to think."

"Willing to speak your mind?"

Isda thinks for a moment and sighs, "It's not a bad thing…"

He looks at her and smiles, wanting to listen to her thoughts. She looks at him, "I want to stay here and be with you. Help you as a person and in the council. But, I fear that this is all too good to be true. That maybe I died during the encounter with the escaped man…"

Milius frowns but understands her, "I can assure you that I am very real."

Isda scoffs but he grabs her hand and places it over his heart, "This heartbeating is proof of both my existence and the fact that I have accidentally fallen deeply in love with you."

The human gaps, "Milius…"

He smiles, "I felt something those weeks ago in the gardens. I looked at you and I knew. I only hope you feel the same for me."

Isda smiles and cups his face in her hands. He sighs into the embrace and kisses her palm. The woman smiles brightly, "Of course I love you. Every day I wake up wanting to see you and be near you. I didn't know what this feeling was but…I know I feel strongly for you and wish to never leave your side."

The elf leans forward and kisses her gently, "I will never let you leave me."

"I do not wish to leave," she mutters against his lips, pulling him back to kiss him again. The elf wraps his arms around her and pulls her closer to him and off the ledge. She wraps around him and clings to him as he holds her.

Milius starts walking with her in his arms. She pulls from the kiss and he looks determined when he walks until they reach a door which she opens for them. He kicks the door closed and moves towards the middle of the extravagant room.

He places her down on something plush, which she assumes is his bed. She grabs the collar of his tunic and kisses him again and he hums into it, laying on top of her lightly. Isda moans when he lays on her and that only drives him wild to drag his fingers up her tunic to touch her warm skin.

The human hums when his hands touch her sides and she giggles a little when he traces a sensitive spot that makes her ticklish. The elf smiles but moves away from the spot, tracing his long fingers down to her hips. Isda grabs his face and kisses his lips. He moans into her mouth, grabs her hips harder, and grinds against her more.

She pushes against him and flips their positions. He looks up at her and holds her waist in his hands. The elf frowns, "Is your leg okay?"

"I'm fine," she tells him, leaning onto his chest to kiss him again. His hands trail up her back under her tunic once more. He starts to take it off of her and she throws it off the rest of the way. The elf's hands then enclose around her breasts, feeling them between his fingers. The woman moans and he leans forward to place little kisses along them.

He flips them and gives her intense eye contact while he takes his shirt off to toss it off the bed. Her hands touch his chest and feels the light hair that litters it. Her fingers lower and she feels the happy trail that peeks out of his trousers. He jolts but leans against her wandering hands.

The elf kisses her while pulling her trousers down her legs. She lifts her hips and lets him touch her thighs. A hand traces her hip while the other one's thumb traces her inner thigh making her sigh. She can feel her juices as he pushes against her underwear. The woman moans, "Touch me, please."

"No need to beg me," he tells her, "I will do whatever you want of me, love."

He trails kisses down her chest again but doesn't stop. He kisses over her stomach and nuzzles into the pudge there before going to her thighs. The elf places a delicate kiss over the scar before moving between her legs. He moves her underwear to the side and lips a stripe up her folds. Isda's head falls back a little as she grabs the man's bright hair.

Milius hums before licking over her clit, not applying too much pressure. Her hips grind against him and he happily enters his tongue into her as far as he can. She clenches on his tongue and he can't help but grind into the bed at the action. Isda moans his name and he pulls from her folds to enter a finger into her gently. Her hips arch and he kisses her stomach. 

The elf moves up and covers her moans up with his lips to hers. She grabs his shoulders and holds him, "More please."

He nods and kisses her cheek, entering another finger into her. Isda groans, "Fuck."

The elf chuckles, "Such crude words…"

"Fuck off," she tells him, grabbing hold of his cock in her hand. He moans and grinds into the hand. She gently trails her fingers under the head making his hips stutter. She pushes him and he lays back. The woman frowns at the loss of the fingers inside her but she forgets about it when she leans down to take his cock into her mouth.

Milius groans into the air and grabs her hair in his hand, holding her head. She starts a slow pace, circling the tip when she comes up. He looks at her and instantly regrets it when she makes eye contact with him. The elf pants as she starts to jerk off what she can't fit due to her gag reflex with her hand.

"Isda…darling…"

She pulls from his cock and trails kisses up his chest until she kisses him. He grabs her and flips them again, "How do you want me?"

"I don't care," she tells him, "Just be gentle."

He looks at her for a moment, "Oh. Of course. Tell me if anything hurts then. I want this to be good for you."

Isda smiles, "You have then?"

"No," he admits, "I just think it'll hurt more for you than me."

She smiles and kisses him, "Please, fuck me."

Milius moans but nods his head, "Yes. Yes."

The elf disregards his trousers, his underwear following. She lines himself with her entrance and slowly pushes in. She gasps at the intrusion but relaxes for him to pop inside. She frowns at the stretch so he pauses, "You alright, love?"

"Mhm. It's just an odd feeling," she mutters, holding him close.

He slowly pushes inside of her until his pelvis touches her ass, "Everything feels okay?"

Isda hums, "Yes. Please move…"

The elf pulls out slowly and pushes back in. She sighs. The woman arches into him to push him and he starts a slow pace. Isda hums and her eyes close in pleasure. Milius leans forward and kisses her neck, biting into the flesh. His hips pick up and she moans into the otherwise quiet room. The elf smirks and bucks into her which makes her grab him and groan deeply, "More of that!"

He chuckles, "Hm, what else?"

"Fuck, please."

The lord nods his head, "Fuck, yes, anything for you. You feel so nice…"

She wraps her legs around him harder and holds him close to her as he fucks into her faster than before. Her head falls back and she moans into the room, grinding against him, chasing the blinding pleasure she feels.

He slows for a moment, "Flip for me, please."

The woman shakily turns on her side and he lifts her leg from behind her and enters her again. They both moan. He pulls her back to his chest and fucks up into her. The hand under her reaches up and he encloses it around the base of her neck but doesn't put any pressure on it. The other hand wraps under her thigh and gently circles her clit. 

The woman moans and grabs the hand near her neck and holds it, "Fuck, Wait-"

He kisses her neck, "It's okay. Let it happen. Fuck. I'm so close."

Isda groans and her head throws back against his chest. He kisses her and moans as he feels her clench around him. Isda moans louder and he feels her cum around him. The elf fucks into her but pulls out to cum himself. He grabs her and pulls her against him, rubbing her through the orgasm.

After a moment the two catch their breaths. Isda chuckles, "That's not what I expected."

The lord chuckles back, "Yeah, not at all. I have not even courted you properly."

"It's fine," she tells him, leaning over to lay on his chest, "We can do it our way."

The elf hums and kisses her forehead, "Was everything alright?"

"Perfect," she tells him, placing a kiss on his lips. He smiles and pulls the blankets up to cover them as he holds her close before falling asleep.

[bluewren]

OC Kiss Week: Rain

Lex is my OC, Eilan belongs to the lovely @delicatefade. We have each other's OCs living in our heads now.

Fandom: Dragon Age

Some context: This is in an AU where Lex is a member of the Chargers. Taking place sometime after they started dating and at Skyhold together.

wc: 612

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The desert sun has been beaming down on Lex and Eilan for several hours. It feels like they passed the same dried up birch tree several times on their way back to Griffin’s Keep. They passed the same crumbled bridge that once supported the Imperial Highway. It could have cut their travel time by half if they had lived in an earlier age. This section of the massive land bridge has since dropped into the valley, and the couple has to walk around it. At least the rotting bronto husk doesn’t look familiar, the heat hasn’t taken all of Lex’s wits away from him. It feels like they’ve been walking all afternoon. He’s delighted that the map is telling him that Griffin’s Keep is along this path. They should be catching sight of shelter by the evening and be there to partake in the driest supper imaginable. Food variety is limited in the Western Approach.

"Hm, why is it that whenever you tell me about your adventures it's always slaying demons and dragons, and yet when I come along it's delivering parcels," Eilan asks. "Oh yea?” Lex chuckles. ”You want to fight a dragon?”  “Maybe.” She smiles with a playful list towards one side.  "You're not getting anywhere near a dragon, miss never-even-thrown-a-punch."  They continue walking, unfortunately their canteens are now completely emptied, with no spring in sight, and some distance to cover.  Eilan is the first to be fatigued. "Come on. Let me carry you." Lex holds his hand, palms up for her to rest on.  “I’ll be fine,” Eilan insists, splaying out her hand. “You’re not much trouble to carry.” “Lex, you can be stranded if you wear yourself out.” Eilan slows to a stop and gasps for breath, one hand on her hip to support herself. “I just need to rest for a moment.” “Alright." Lex looks around for shade but finds none. "We'll get cooked if we rest here. Let's find a better spot." Lex feels a droplet of rain hit his shoulder. The sky suddenly turns gray. It feels like one of the few times today that whatever god causes things to happen in this world is finally being merciful. Lex laughs. He opens his arms wide to catch as many droplets falling from the sky as possible. It undoes his hair, drenches his clothes, weighs on his legs, but now he feels giddy and rejuvenated from being caught in the rain. "No time to argue." Lex swoops Eilan off her feet.  Eilan yelps when her feet leave the ground. Lex carries her in his two arms and dashes. The world turns into a blur. The only thing that he can discern clearly is the sound of Eilan’s voice. Lex can feel Eilan’s arms tightly wrapped around his neck, feeling like she’s scared of falling if she lets go. Luckily the ground is mostly flat, there’s little worry of tripping. He holds on to her tight until they finally get under the bridge. He breathes a sigh of relief when they finally make it to shelter. His lungs feel like they’ve collapsed after that sprint, though somehow he’s still able to laugh. Adrenaline is still racing through his veins as he finally slumps himself over the stone wall. Eilan’s wringing water out of her clothes, drenched from head to toe. Still she manages to dry herself enough to sit down comfortably beside Lex. “We’ll probably be stuck here for a few hours but,” Lex cups Eilan’s chin in his hands. He brings Eilan close to press a kiss to her lips. He feels the water on her skin, and droplets falling from her hair onto his arms.

[ashes-writing-corner]

Friends and fans alike, I'm very happy to inform you that I've completed the first draft of my book, In the Heart of Winter! This has taken me almost a year to write and I'm honestly so proud of myself.

For now, I'm taking a break from writing and I'll be starting the notes for the next draft next month. Hoping to start the second draft in mid may or early June! Thank you everyone who's supported me, even if you're not familiar with my original work! I appreciate and love all of you so much <3 <3 <3

[themagicalmolly]

𝔉𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔍𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱 by 𝑀𝑜𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑜𝓋𝒾𝒸𝒽

OUT 12/9

[livarden]

What I Do:

Okay, so, I LOVE portal fantasy/isekai type stories and that's basically all I tend to write.

I found the 'Modern Girl in X' tags and just fell in love with it.

Even my original stories are all portal fantasy, though I usually like to put a spin on it. I'll be showing what those spins look like in my fanfic as well as original. For example:

"Kalista awakens in a realm of darkness and fire, a hell dimension where each shadow could be a threat and every corner might hide a deeper peril. With no memory of how or why she's there, she must navigate this hostile landscape where survival depends mostly on luck and cunning.

Haunted by fragments of herself and bound by a curse she cannot comprehend, Kalista faces challenges that test her resilience and force her to grow in ways she never thought possible before. In ways she'd never even wanted before.

And she knows she needs allies along the way, but she can't trust the humans...

She doesn't want to be eaten."

And

"When she started working for VirtuVita ten years ago, it was written into her contract that she would get free play time in the world of Acroi, doing whatever she wanted, with the game mostly intact as it was, with a few minor adjustments. One of those adjustments being that the system will need to adapt, even if she tries something it wouldn't usually allow. As long as it wouldn't break the game. This was agreed upon.

So now she gets to do what she always wanted to do. Build a nonhuman kingdom with a pair of nonhuman husbands.

In the past, she'd fallen for characters she could never have, because the people running the game thought monster romance wasn't mainstream enough. She'd sacrificed her entire social life and even her opportunities for in-game romance and fun, so they could make money.

She'll do as she likes this time, even if it takes the full ten years in the contract terms... she'll have what she wants. She'll rise to power and find her perfect mates...

Even if it means starting out all over again as a total newbie and working her way up the hard way." These are both available on my Reamstories account.

[davinawritings]

Rich Monster husband that loves to spoil his little human wife.

He handles everything money-wise, so you never have to think about it. He spoils you with a mansion and unlimited shopping trips. He hires a private chef and housekeeping team, so you never have to lift a finger.

He schedules you for a nail salon appointment and a spa day every two weeks. He loves how happy you look when you return from being properly pampered. He just finds you so precious and cute that he wants to give you everything your heart desires.

One day, you come home from your nail appointment and find him working in his study. Your monster doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his lap, smiling at the joy radiating from you. You are always excited to show him what color you picked for your nails, and today is no different.

You proudly show off your glossy manicure, saying, “Look, Daddy. I picked a color so we would match!”.

He keeps his smile on his face despite the confusion. He merely raises a brow and asks, “How are we matching little one? Last I checked, my nails aren’t painted.”

You let out a small giggle at his response, reaching between your legs to undo his pants and pull his already half-hard cock out. You stroke him firmly, causing him to groan, his large hands digging into the flesh of your hips.

“See, Daddy. We do match!” you say, pausing your hand at the top of his shaft. His eyes drop to his needy cock at your words.

He releases a deep growl as he realizes that his perfect little wife matched her nails to the exact color of his cock, specifically his flushed tip. You let out a small yelp as he stands, carrying you down the hall to the main bedroom.

Within seconds, he has you naked with your thighs thrown over his shoulders. He eats you out until you have tears streaming down your face from the overstimulation. One orgasm ends as the next begins. He doesn’t let up until he decides that he has had his fill of your dripping cunt.

Your legs are still shaking as he finally pulls away, lifting you and placing you farther up on the bed, the plush pillows cradling your head, and he hovers above you.

“Such a perfect little wife. Always so good for me, wanting to match her nails to my cock. Just the sweetest fucking wife to ever exist”, he says while leaving wet kisses all over your face.

You sigh happily at the praise, loving his affection. His words and large body making you feel safe and loved.

You cling to him as he lines his leaking tip up with your entrance. Your freshly done nails are digging into his muscles. You let out a low whine as he says, “You aren’t leaving this bed today, baby. I’m going to keep you on my cock all fucking day. I need my baby to know just how loved and appreciated she is. Keep your perfect cunt stretched and filled, just the way you like it”.

You smile at his words, knowing there is no place you would rather be than on his cock for the rest of the day.

❤️💕🖤🖤💕❤️

[littlelovelore]

mind empty only asstarion

[monstersholygrail]

Two words: Faerie lawyer

Omg it could be like that meme with the monster deals.

You had gotten into some seriously issues and you had no idea what to do. Not only was human law enforcement up your ass, but the magical law enforcement was fucking you over on their glitter-covered cocks and leaving you to clean up the mess. No aftercare in damn sight.

But the real issue was that no lawyer, human or otherwise, wanted to take your case! They were all too scared. Not of you but what the hell you got yourself into. It wasn’t your fault. You were always weak for a charismatic douchebag who promised he loved you but then framed you for a series of crimes he committed. What can you say, you have bad taste.

It wasn’t until you were guided out of your temporary cell and into a questioning room to see a lawyer with his back to you that you finally had hope threatening to sprout within you. Until the idiot turned around and you instantly pick up on his Fae ears. The moment you sit down he starts to spout out some wonderful words of grandeur, promising he can get you off and set you free. Your brows rise at his word choice.

“And what will it cost me?” You finally ask once he’s done giving his whole sales pitch (mini-canons and sparklers included). A wicked gleam passes over his features and it sends a shiver racing down your spine. What kind of shiver? You know yourself well enough to figure it out.

“Oh, nothing much. I merely want to have your firstborn child. In exchange, I will help get you off.”

His words send another shiver throughout your entire body. Meeting his intense stare you narrow your eyes, trying to figure out how you can manipulate this to your advantage. You’re in a battle of wits with a Fae and you did not consider that possibility when you wondered the other day how long you could stay awake before insanity started to set in awaiting your trial.

“Deal,” you finally say. The Faerie’s eyes sparkle with mischief. Though it falters as you mirror the expression. “So when do we get to it?”

“HMMM? Pardon me?”

“You said you wanted to have my firstborn. Well, I’m ready to begin when you are.”

The Faerie Lawyer’s cheeks flood with color. His face turning warm under your suggestive and mischievous smirk. He squirms in his suit, the blasted outfit suddenly feeling too tight and too warm to keep on for a moment longer. His eyes blaze with lust and he looks just about ready to take you on the metal table standing between you two. The one you’re conveniently chained to.

He did not consider this possibility earlier when he decided to take advantage of being selected as your court-appointed attorney. But hey, he’s not complaining now.

[monstersflashlight]

If I'm not pushing my luck, can you write something about you being the first hairy person that an elf has been with? Cause I was thinking about it and what if the first human(s) they've been with all shaved and they thought it was standard for us like it was for them, having no hair and all? I really do think they would be both confused and very curious/enthusiastic about it. And what if you were a bit self conscious about it too? 😪 Thank you I'm in love with your stories!!

Hi there! For everyone who hastn't read it, here's the question that started this idea. Enjoy!

Full bush

Elf x fem!reader || oral sex, pussy worship, body hair appreciation

When you got together you thought he already knew all he needed to know about humans. He was with a couple humans before you, two males and one female, so you thought he already knew... But you were wrong.

First time he saw you naked he stared. And stared. And stared some more to the point you got self conscious about it and ended up putting your clothes back on. You slept very unconfortab that night, and he said nothing. You might have cried a tiny bit. Next day he stared at you even with your clothes on, his eyes fixated in your genitals as you looked at him like he was the weird one (which he was). Later that day he broke down and asked you why did you have hair, if it was some kind of birth defect. You almost threw him out the house, but you breathed deeply and proceeded to explain to him that humans had body hair, that it was normal. He then explained that his previous humans had shaved or something because they were as hairless as elves and that's why he was so surprised when you took off your clothes. You understood his reasoning, but you were still a bit self-conscious, human culture already told you it was bad for you to have body hair, but you weren't about to let your elf boyfriend get away with it, too.

So you didn't take your clothes in front of him. Every time you slept together you put your pj's, not looking at him, and went to sleep with that. You weren't a fan of sleeping with clothes, but a woman had to do what a woman had to do. You could feel him hard behind you, but you weren't ready to face that disappointment and staring at your full bush.

But he wasn't having any of that.

By the fifth time you stayed at his house, he stopped you as you were getting undressed. You looked up at him in surprise, just to see his face flushed and a big tent in his sweatpants. "I- I want to see you," he stuttered.

"What?" You asked, your shirt halfway up your torso.

"I- I want to see your body hair," he confessed in a low tone. He looked so cute at the moment, but you were so fucking confused. You thought he hated your body hair.

You couldn't get the surprise out of your voice: "You do?"

"Yes. I- I liked it." He grabbed his dick and readjusted it, the tip pocking at the waistband of his sweatpants. Your mouth was salivating just looking at him shirtless and with those sinful grey sweatpants.

"You liked it?" You asked, your whole body vibrating with anticipation.

"Very much so..." He said, lowering his pants to let you see his erection already leaking profusely. You licked your lips and got undressed.

He stared and stared, and when your panties were finally on the ground, he licked his lips like you were his next snack. And good goddess if you weren't. He threw you on the bed and went down on you for hours. Your legs trembling around his head as he went to town and told you how great you were, how good you tasted and how glad he was that he discovered you had body hair. He sounded mesmerized by the fact and it made you blush as hard as ever as you came against his lips again.

By the time he was done, there was a pool of your juices under you and his face was completely drenched, but what surprised you more was the puddle of cum under him. You asked and he blushed hard, running to the bathroom to get you a towel.

Later, you discovered that he got so excited about you and your body hair and your pussy that he came at least four times while he ground against the mattress and eat you out. It was so hot thinking he got so worked up just by you being you that you had to push him down and blow him until he was crying.

You've never been so glad of his elf stamina.

[delicatefade]

Reunited in a downpour

OC Kiss Week Day 2: rain 🌧

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition Context for readers outside fandom: The portal referenced in the snippet sent Lex straight to a nightmare realm! It's not good! Word Count: 732 Bonus Track:

To leave this place was to concede that he was lost to her forever. Six days ago Eilan’s lover fell into a rift in the sky and never came back. She was told it had happened fast. A battle at a fort. A dragon. A collapsed wall. He, along with five others, fell into a portal to the fade. And that was it. That was all they knew. At first his advisers had kept the faith with her. He lived, they told each other, he must live. His advisers, leaders of this upstart Andrastian army, believed the Inquisitor must live because of divine providence. He was the Herald of Andraste, an avatar of their prophet’s will incarnate, and thus he could not die. To Eilan, he was Lex, her fate. If he died, what did that mean for her? There was no life without him, and yet she lived and so must he. The advisers’ faith waned with each passing day. Eilan told herself that hers did not. Though it had become brittle, that much she could admit.

She sat at the edge of a wide, high-pitched tent. Her attention flitted between the portal that had taken Lex, still visible in the distance near the fort, and the soldiers who packed up the Inquisition’s military outpost. They had begun at dawn despite the deluge of rain. It had been raining for days, a portent the army’s mages misinterpreted as a sign of calamity. Eilan knew better. The rain was fat and heavy, like the rain of spring. To her it symbolized hope. The army’s mages had dismissed her interpretation as either the grief-desperate yearnings of a girl, or Dalish hogwash. The soldiers slipped in the mud. Crates slid out of reach. Horses were stubborn. The men and women of the Inquisition had won the battle that swallowed their Inquisitor — her Lex, gods, he was so beautiful, so bright. Is, she reminded herself, he still is. But yes, the army had won at a cost too high. One in three soldiers had died. Those who survived would live forever with haunting wounds. But two in three survived. The odds were good, perhaps even applicable to those who fell in portals. She stared at it, unblinking, willing Lex’s return. “Eilan.” Commander Cullen spoke her name with compassion as he stepped into her field of view. She looked past his shoulder. Yesterday he had told her to pack up the contents of the Inquisitor’s tent. She had not. “The Inquisition must move on. We are all heart-broken by the loss of the Inquisitor, though I do not pretend any of us can begin to understand your grief.” His eyes were red and inflamed, evidence that he spoke true about his feelings on the matter. He was also correct that none could understand hers. Something dark fell from the mouth of the portal. Then four more dark things. Eilan got up and pushed past Cullen, darting out into the cold rain. The mud was slick beneath her feet. She scrambled towards the fort. “Eilan!” Cullen called after her. “He’s here,” she cried back. Saying it aloud made her heart thump in her ears. She felt light-headed, reality slipped. Near the rift, lights flashed, a battle. Was it him and the others fighting through the demons that lurked near every rift? It had to be. As she reached the entrance to the fort, Lex. He stepped out into the muddy field, already soaked through. A flash of recognition, then blubbering, sobbing cries, his and hers. They ran to each other. Her cheek slid against his. His hand gripped her back, his fingers dug in. She trembled, so did he. He smelled of sulfur and something astringent. She whimpered as she touched his face, saw him in blurry glimpses. A smear of blood on his forehead. Patches of soot on his skin. His armor broken at the shoulder. One arm held against his ribs in pain. They kissed desperately between sobs, lips blue and teeth chattering. The water on her face was cold and hot in peels, a mix of rain and tears. She sobbed his name. Oh gods. He said he’s here, he’s here, it’s okay. His hand cradled her head against him. It shook and shook. They kissed again and again, could not stop crying, mewling and fumbling for each other, those poor and keening souls.

---- This is a moment I've not yet reached in my Lex/Eilan story. It was a treat to write it early! Eilan is my OC and Lex belongs to @bluewren Want to follow their story? Start here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52434187/chapters/132646609

[dark-moonlust]

Orc King x Elf Princess PART 1: The union

Pairing: Orc monster x elf princess reader

Summary: the elven and orc kingdoms are at odds and in a desperate attempt to keep the peace, the elder rulers decide to marry you, an elf princess to the King of the Orcs.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut, virgin reader, dub consent, orc huge 🍆, buckets of come. Don’t like, don’t read please.

Find PART 2 here.

I hope you like how juicy it came out *wink, wink*.

It was no secret that the elven and orc kingdoms were at odds for centuries.

But lately, the shimmering tension was at its worst, the two races threatening to start a war.

In a desperate attempt to keep the peace, the two elder rulers of both lands decided on a political marriage to unite their kingdoms.

You, the only princess of the elves was chosen by your father to be the bride of the King of the Orcs.

The decision had stunned you, made you want to flee from the palace and seek a life away from politics. But no matter how much you craved to be free, no matter your dread and repulsion at the match, you decided to marry the orc King. You had your people to protect and as their princess you had a great burden to bear. You were willing to sacrifice your happiness for the greater good.

The day you met your orc husband would be forever seared in your mind. You met him at the wedding ceremony, he stood proudly in the grand hall, an imposing figure dressed in leather armor and a long black cape. A towering, brutish form. The Orc King was terrifyingly big, two heads taller than you. He was muscular all over, his green skin marred with scars and his mouth twisted into a sneer, revealing sharp teeth.

The wedding ceremony was grand, filled with cheers and hopes for the future for both kingdoms.

A chill of fear ran through you when the time came to bed your husband and seal the union. As you looked up at him, you met his eyes, dark and predatory. He grabbed your arm, his grip ironclad, lifted you over his shoulder and carried you to the royal chambers. You protested but he ignored your wild thrashing, and before you could gather yourself, he plopped you down the bed, his massive body pinning you in place.

His hands, huge and calloused from years of battle, roamed over your delicate body. “Pretty wife.”

“Hn… wait—I do not want this,” you said, trying to push him away, even if your strength was nothing compared to his.

“I understand this is a fate you dislike, but it is one you can’t escape.”

You grimaced at him. “You brutish orc. At least give me some time—”

“To escape?” he filled your sentence, his face hard.

“Never, I’d never risk the safety of my people.”

“Then stay here. In my bed. Be mine,” he growled, his voice deep and menacing. “My Queen to fuck and use over and over.”

“I’m not a piece of meat—mph!”

His mouth claimed yours, his tongue pushing past your parted lips, thrusting deep in your throat. You groaned when huge hands cupped your neck, keeping you in place to take his feral kiss. Your eyes started to roll back, chest heaving, gagging a little on the appendage long appendage shoved down your throat.

At the same time, you felt him tearing at your clothes. The satin fabric of your wedding dress was ripped and tossed away, your underwear following until you were fully exposed to him. You shivered and gasped when his tongue finally left your mouth. His eyes devoured your naked form and you felt goosebumps awakening under his gaze.

He was also naked, you noticed, the contrast between your bodies striking. You were small and soft, and he was hulking and muscled, his massive frame filled with scars. His green skin glistened in the dimly lit room, his eyes locked onto yours with a raw hunger that made your breath hitch. And between his legs… you closed your eyes. You didn’t want this thing inside you.

“Such pretty breasts,” he said roughly, his hands cupping both breasts and jutting them up in his mouth. He captured one pert nipple in the warmth of mouth and flicked it hard. You gasped, pushing him away but he turned to the other bud, giving it the same attention. The unwanted pleasure was too much, you hated him, oh you hated him, but his touch sent jolts of goosebumps through your body.

“Gentle…hmnn,” you bit your lip, struggling to stifle your reactions. “Be gentle.”

“If I’m be gentle, will you let me fuck you, my bride?”

“Hmmm…” you muttered, your treacherous pussy pooling with heat.

“Say it,” he said, finding your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin. “Say that you want me to fuck you.”

You grumbled. “Just do it.”

“Say it.” He looked at you straight in the eye.

“Fine! I want you to f-f-uck me,” you muttered incredulously.

Satisfied, he moved his massive hands down your body, clutched your knees and spread them apart. He slipped between them, his eyes drawn to your creamy thighs and the pretty glistening pussy with the plump folds. Rough fingers trailed over your mound and you whimpered, fear and arousal clouding your thoughts. He found your entrance, it was pooling with slick and he thrust a thick finger inside. The wet squelch echoed in your ears as that wicked finger delved deep inside until it met with resistance.

“Hnn—”

“Tight little cunny,” he said in a sultry voice, “my bride is a virgin. I am honored.”

With surprising gentleness, he changed your positions and flipped you to ride him, your face level with his groin. His cock jutted up in front of your face, a monstrous green shaft with veins traveling from base to the flared tip. The thing was huge, throbbing and pulsing with pre-cum and under it were the biggest balls you’d ever seen, swollen and angry red.

“Touch,” he ordered, thrusting his hips against your mouth.

Strangely attracted to his cock, you guided fingers to him, tracing the massive length of him. He was impossibly hard yet soft, thick and heavy in your hand. You cupped his hardness but your small hands couldn’t wrap entirely around him. But your orc husband seemed to like it because he let out a low, approving growl.

“Good. Now put me in your warm mouth. Use your little hands for what you can’t fit.”

You glanced back at him, enraged at his request. How dare he! His eyes flashed with challenge and cupping your nape, he turned your head and slammed you down onto his shaft. The throbbing head pushed past your lips, stretching them wide. You let out a sharp hiss and gurgled when the tip kissed the back of your throat.

“Suck me good, wife. I want my dick to glisten with your spit,” he said while he gripped your hips, pulling your cunt to his eager mouth. You protested but he jerked up his hips again, forcing you to take his cock deeper. You gagged, your lips stretched and filled with massive orc cock.

Gluck, gluck, gluck… the sounds of you sucking him echoed all over the chamber, along with his vibrating growls of approval. He taught you how to please him, pulling your head back enough for you to breathe before swallowing his dick down again, his thick shaft molding in your throat. Amidst slurps and moans around his dick, he cupped your ass and spread your cheeks apart.

How thumbs drew your pussy folds apart, exposing your little slit. “Pretty pussy.”

“Hmph—ple… glglhh… ease,” you tried to talk but his cock made it difficult.

“You are mine,” he said, lightly slapping your pussy. “My wife, my Queen, my mate to fuck and please. And I am yours. Your husband, your King, your mate to fuck and please.”

His words empowered you, made you worship his dick anew. He, in turn, feasted on your cunt, teasing your dripping folds with his mouth. You were more aroused than ever and he easily slid a finger inside you, stretching your walls and curling it just right. You whimpered around the girth of his orc cock. He added a second finger, a rough groan escaping him when he saw your cunt clenching tightly around it. His mouth found your clit, his agile tongue swirling round and round.

The sensations were too much that forced you to leave his cock and let out a hoarse cry.

You came, thrashing violently.

Clutching his hard cock with both hands, your fingers wrapping around it like a lifeline, you rocked your hips against his face and came wildly, explosively. But he didn’t stop. He kept going, his fingers thrusting deeper, his mouth working your clit shamelessly. Slurps and growls filled your ears as he devoured your pussy, lapping up your juices as if they were ambrosia.

Then the world around you tilted on its axis and you found yourself in his powerful arms. He held you against his chest, your legs spread on either side of his thighs. His panting chest rubbed against your breasts, his cock wet with your saliva and pulsing against your bellybutton.

“And now, Queen of mine, you shall take your King’s cock.”

Carefully, very carefully, he lifted you and lowered you down onto his cock, the flared head spreading your pussy lips and surging up your virgin entrance. You winched a little as he filled you, inch by delectable inch and you clutched him tighter against you, your breath hitching when he bottomed out.

He was inside you, his cock balls deep and it even made your stomach bulge. He seems fascinated at the sight of it.

No longer a virgin.

“Beautiful. My beautiful Queen,” he purred, kissing you passionately. “Made to take orc dick.“

“Mmph… m-more, please, ahhhh…"

Hands on your waist, he lifted you off his cock, his length coming out glistening with your juices and a trace of virgin blood. He growled, deeply and primitively and then thrust you down, his shaft disappearing inside you. He pounded you to the edge of ecstasy and you came hard around him, sweet climax rolling through you. Your contractions triggered his own release, and with a defeating roar, he spurted inside you, his cock pulsing so strongly that you came again with frantic aftershocks. Thick streams of cum filled you up, overflowing and trickling down your shaking thighs and making a mess.

You collapsed on his broad chest, feeling his solid warmth and inhaling his masculine scent. Your husband rubbed your spine, kissed your forehead and whispered praises about how good you were to him and how proud he was to have you as his Queen. You felt a glimmer of hope, but you were too tired to ponder over it so with a soft smile you fell asleep in his embrace.

Did you enjoy? Hit me up with your thoughts! Inbox is also open 🖤

[bluewren]

OC Kiss Week: Reach

Lex is my OC, Eilan belongs to the lovely @delicatefade. We have each other's OCs living in our heads now. Entry for @ockissweek, Prompt: Reach.

Fandom: Dragon Age

Some context: Lex is visiting his clan in Wycome to help fix the alienage there. He and Eilan are able find a bit of time to have sweet getaway from their work for a picnic.

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Countryside Picnic

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A picnic in the Wycome countryside is the perfect escape from clan busy work. Lex and Eilan can finally enjoy a relaxing afternoon together away from the clan. No classrooms to clean, no leaf tassels to weave for the alienage elves. He wishes he had more days like this, but a few more of these, he’ll likely sink into the grass from the bliss of pleasant breeze.

Of all the Free Marcher city-states, Lex liked Wycome best. He felt none of the weariness that comes from being near those tall overbearing gray stone walls of Ostwick. As a mage, he never had to worry about Starkhaven's infamously zealous guards. Lex has always found joy in visiting Wycome in his youth, it was his peek into city life, every time the clan visited for business. If their clan is fated to settle down, this is where he’d like to be.

Eilan chose a spot that she knew had flowers. Lex set down a picnic blanket for them both. They bought fresh bread from a local bakery Eilan loved, still warm and steaming. Eilan bought a few jars of jam with them, strawberry, peach, and grape. They enjoyed the tangy flavor on the bread, though they didn’t rush to finish their treats. Letting the day go as slow as they wanted, lying down and looking at clouds as they talk.

Lex picks a flower from a nearby bush, feeling nostalgic for their youth when the two of them had grown up surrounded by nature. 

Eilan caresses the side of his head, petting the soft buzz of his undercut, smiling at the seemingly soft gesture for such a prickly man. “I never expected you to be the type to pick flowers.”

“It’s a honeysuckle. Always smelled nice.” Lex protests, wearing a toothy grin.

“Whatever you say,” she plucks the flower from Lex’s hand, placing it onto his hair. “It’s cute.”

Lex chuckles.

"How has Wycome been treating you?”

Lex yawns, crossing his arms over his head to stretch awake. “I like it.”

“You like it?” Eilan giggles in the back of her hand.

“It's a great city. I like the people. Some more than others.” he winks at Eilan. 

“Flatterer.” Eilan blushes. She turns away to pick at the honeysuckle in comfort. “Do you plan to come back to Wycome after... all of that... is over?”

“All of that?” Lex chuckles, rubbing his jaw. “Yea, maybe.”

In truth, he’s never thought about the answer to Eilan’s question. He isn’t sure when the Inquisition will be ‘over.’ They achieved their founding goal to defeat Corypheus, yet there’s so much more work to be done. He’s certain that there’s work from Leliana, probably several years more. But what about Eilan? 

“Will you still be here?” He returns the question.

“I think so.” Eilan holds his gaze as she says, “I’ll stay where you can find me.”

“What if I didn’t have to find you?” Lex shrugs, barely moving his shoulders.

“What do you mean?” Eilan raises a brow at Lex, more curious now. “You have to go back to Skyhold, don't you?”

Yes he did. “I can’t change that. But do you have to stay in Wycome?” Lex asks. He smiles, wide and excited to finally break the question to her.

“Oh. I see.” Eilan tries to hide her smile behind her hand, overwhelmed by what he was asking and confessing. “I did not think that was an option.”

“Come on. This can’t be the last time we’ll see each other.”

Eilan can’t stop smiling as she nods yes to his question.

“Yea, you’ll come?”

She nods again and laughs a little from happiness. Lex smiles. He reaches over around Eilan’s torso, bringing her closer for a kiss. His stomach feels as fluttery as the first time they kissed.

[silken-moonlight]

Elf boyfriend and you sharing the same evening routine. Brushing each others hair, oiling the ends before putting in a sleep braid. Softly singing while doing that. Combs made out of crystal, products from the forests...crafted by nature. Crafted by elves.

Your sleepwear is the finest linen; your skin has never been softer. You do his skincare, and he does yours. You put the lip oil on him, but he can't resist and kisses you; your lips were too close not to. You scold him with a soft "tut." He smiles and holds still for you to reapply the oil. Of course, he does the same for you.

You apply lotion and body oil to each other. This is the closest form of intimacy in elven culture: taking care of each other and trusting each other.

Divider credit: @thecutestgrotto