#he's like how dare you side with them pervy anons

[lusttoke]

"D-don’t joke about it like that!! Darius!!” @baracafee​ 

[eldritch-spouse]

I have no ideas for it yet but

Pervy Saudramar

Drooling at humans, desprately trying to control his lust

Denying those feelings but still having lewd thoughts of lessers

That's it :D

-angst anon

There were many moments like that, I assure you.

Part of Saudramar's role as a protector was to oversee small tribes of humans, clusters of lessers that had not been chosen as servants of the Siadar yet. Lessers, simple-minded as they tend to be, are prone to getting in spats with each other and cause unnecessary damage. As the former poster boy of protectors, Saudramar was often sent off to impose order and peace between separate colonies, and it was always a joy for him. Perhaps the reason he was so good at his job, so eager even, was because it involved being in close proximity to the beings he secretly lusted for.

You see, usually, protectors are simply too busy to have lesser servants at their side. That's a privilege most often granted to creators and other, less active casts. Part of Siadar law states overly attached protectors inevitably fail at their jobs, and as such, none could own lessers- Only ever authorized to possess them for brief events. This denial only makes Saudramar more restless to have contact with humans, trying to milk every moment he can seize to its fullest. Protector Saudramar used to to have endless daydreams of taking part in the intricate ceremonies where lessers would swear themselves to their highers- Giving away their voices, bodies, loyalty and life. He always thought those were the pinnacle of balance, a flawless demonstration of love he yearned to have for himself.

This hidden craving makes Saudramar a very benevolent and gracious Siadar to every human he meets (unless he is sent specifically to intimidate or chastise), wanting their attention and love harder than most creators out there. He would put on displays, for fuck's sake, almost lowering himself to their level, just so he could hear their praise, their worship, their declarations of love. It all made him short of breath, ecstatic, throbbing. But of course, he can't mingle that way with lessers that aren't his.

That didn't stop a couple of curious occasions from happening, wherein Saudramar exploits the laws of his people to get what he wants. While no Siadar may engage sexually with lessers who they have not claimed officially, they can definitely still ask for rewards and/or payment for helping humans. So Saudramar, already displaying some seeds of rottenness, would often isolate one lesser he was particularly fond of, showing them beautiful shores they'd never have access to without help from a higher being.

It'd usually only be a matter of time before they got enthusiastic enough to take dives, and all the powerful being had to do then was stir the waters, literally, to make said lesser start drowning. Of course they'd sing Protector Saudramar's praises once he ever so graciously saved them from an untimely death. Oh, anything to repay him? Is that so? Wonderful.

Always one to play it safe, Saudramar would usually request the humans strip for him, requesting they touch themselves in front of their radiant, pale, teal-eyed savior. He never dared debase himself in the moment, even if his regal loincloth tented and he huffed to inhale the scent of need off his human. For all those lessers knew, that was just like any other form or worship, not the Siadar being perverted.

And that is how younger Krulu sated himself. Keeping the memories fresh in his head for the times when he was alone and could howl his fantasies out to no one. Always just one step closer to losing it, so close, so close to just grabbing one, taking off with them, stuffing their sweet little soft body with god cum until their mind broke-

Who would notice anyway? Who would care?

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

"picture this too, overlord just sticking his dick in percy and percy just rubbing at the bulge to make him nut inside of him or the new goth roddy helping by stroking him so he could nut inside that little valve" How dare you put that in the tags and not write about it. -💝 Anon

Well now that i feel like it, i WILL write it!

"P-please! I c-can't!"

Overlord stopped, hand pressed onto his chest, lest the little mech thought of escaping. Overlord wiped the drool from his mouth, scoffing. He was usually one to keep going when he shouted things like that, but something about how he said it THIS time around got his audials perked up.

"What's the deal? I ain't done yet."

"My...hips hurt. W-we have been at this for quite some time, Overlord."

Overlord looked down. A lot of paint had scratched off the poor thing without him noticing. Overlord had given him quite a few loads already, but he wasn’t satisfied. Not with a set of lips like that, not with a body with those kinda curves. He COULD just get off, jerk himself off till his fluids splashed over that innocent looking face. But that wasn't enough.

"Hows about this. I won't pound you anymore, much as I wanna. I'll just overload in you, stayin' just like this."

"I refuse to believe you can do that WITHOUT assistance."

"Oh don't you worry your pretty little helm. I got just the thing."

Overlord sent a message via his comm link, telling his partner to get in here. Rodimus normally stood outside while he got his freak on, but hey, he was cute enough to play with. Rodimus opened the door, stopping as soon as he saw Overload, ballbearings deep inside a messy, cum stuffed Percy. His optics met Overlord's.

"What do you want?"

"I need a hand here. It'll be quick."

He hesitated, but like everything else, he conceded to Overlord's wishes. He sat down next to Overlord, and Overlord wrapped an arm around him, yanking him to his side. If only the bots back home could see him now; two cute mechs at his side, eager to get him off.

"Alright, what do you want?"

"I just need you to stroke me. Pretty boy here needs a break, but I ain't ready just yet. So, just stroke me, all you gotta do. Unless, you WANT to do more, I'm more than enough mech for the both of you."

Roddy, as usual, silently obeyed. He knelt down a bit, and started to stroke his massive gerth. His hand was firm, and almost eager. Warm, not to mention smooth as protoforms bottom, it felt damn good against his throbbing spike. Overlord pulled Percy up a bit, pressing his lips on his. He liked kissing Percy. So responsive. He'd shove his glossa in his mouth, Percy would open up wider. He'd lick at his lips, and he'd tremble.

"N-not that…"

"Oh? You mean this?~"

Percy REALLY loved when he bit his lip. He'd be careful, giving them a slight pull, before letting them go. It left his lips bruised, it left his little valve soaking, and his optics in a haze. Percy squirmed, optics temporarily glaring towards Rodimus.

"Can….uh…"

"Out with it boy, you hardly ask daddy for anything."

"Can….you do that to Roddy while I watch?"

He didn’t need an explanation as to what he meant. He let go of Percy, lightly tapping on Rodimus's face mask.

"What now?"

"Open up. Percy wants to share the love, and quite frankly, so do I."

Rodimus gave a signature blank stare, and Overlord gestured to his hand, slick with Overlord's fluids.

"You're already strokin' me. Promise, I'll make it quick."

Rodimus sighed, before peeling away his face mask. Overlord was on him immediately; kissing him, grazing his big, thick glossa against his, and even biting his lips, just how Percy liked. It's why he wasn't surprised when Percy overloaded fairly quickly, tightening around his spike. Rodimus finished him off just as quickly, touch painfully firm against him. He overloaded again, making Percy shake and gasp from being stuffed yet again. Overlord chuckled as he filled his little toy again, watching as Percy even lifted his legs up a bit.

"Who's a happy little boy?"

"I'm...a happy little boy."

"Good. Now say thank you to Roddy."

"T-thank you, Roddy."

Overlord snapped his servos, and Percy was off of his spike, on all fours, licking away the mess left on his cock. Overlord chuckled, looking towards Rodimus.

"You want a proper thank you, you let me know. Boy likes making me happy."

Again, that black, disinterested glance. It was cold, aloof, and terribly sexy. Overlord couldn't resist leaning in, and snagging himself another kiss.

For his little Pervy Percy, of course.