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Kinktober Day 3 - Oviposition ft Dan Heng (Honkai Star Rail)
Soooooooo.... this got out of hand WHEEZE as it always does when it involves dragon eggs. I'm-.... I'm just hopeless atp. Buckle up I'm about to ignore canon and pull a lot of made up shit from thin air for the sake of horny, lmaoooo. Lovingly dedicated to @moraxsthrone
This is how Tang Tang was made//HIT
At first, you arenât sure if you heard correctly.Â
Dan Heng says nothing but pointedly avoids your gaze with a healthy blush on his cheeks.
âDid you say, uh⊠maybe I misheard but-â You start.
âEggs.â Dan Heng repeats. âDragon eggs, much smaller, of course, but they⊠could be viableâŠâ
â... Eggs.â You say with a blink.Â
Dan Heng sighs. âYes.â And turns around to stare and interact with a few screens. âAccording to some ancient records it seems, those who have fully realized their potential as draconic Vidhyadara and manifest the dragon-like characteristics and behaviors, could, in theory, be able to pass on genes and reproduce like our reptile counterparts.âÂ
He is still not looking at you. Scrolling mindlessly through windows of text and opening and closing tabs. Heâs nervous, you know it.Â
âChildren.â You blurt.
âYes, I⊠itâs understandable if you have reservations. There is time to consider, I donât want you to feel obligated to anything orâŠâ
Thereâs a bit of hope in his voice, your heart warms up and flutters. Children. Itâs been such an accepted impossibility in your relationship. Youâve entertained the idea of adoption someday. Now there could be a chance?
You just never imagined it would involve getting railed and apparently pumped full of-
You inhale, close your eyes, and decide to speak before you think too much about it. âAlright, but you have a lot to explain.âÂ
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And so, he explains. In excruciating detail.Â
Dan Heng seems to be pondering aloud just as much as he is trying to explain the whole process. All an educated guess, though, as he puts it. Youâre working with estimations and are not sure how to feel about that but heâs put an incredible amount of research into it all and that, at least, soothes you.
Over the years youâve seen Dan Hang in many different ways and dealt with your fair share of⊠interesting Vidyadhara traits. Mates? Good. Funky dragon anatomy? Very good. Being protective and territorial over you? Yes. But eggs⊠will definitely be new.Â
Your back hits the mattress and you shiver nervously, only in your underwear. Dan Heng kisses you softly, his hand cupping your cheek. Like this his eyes have an almost ethereal glow and his long dark hair is unbound falling down his back. Teal horns crown his head, and though they arenât new you canât help but be amazed by them every time.
âHow do you feel? Are you sure about this?â He asks tenderly.Â
Youâre trying hard not to think too much about your previous discussions, sneaking a glance at his underwear out of the corner of your eye, or more accurately, at the large bulge in it.Â
You lick your lips nervously and nod âYeah⊠yeah, sure.âÂ
He sighs and smooths a hand along your shoulder. âIf you have changed your mind-â
âNo, no! I havenât I promise I just⊠Iâm nervous, thereâs a lot to consider andâŠâ You stare at him for a moment and remember, he is walking this path with you, just as lost and nervous. âI love you.â You smile reassuringly. âI love you so much. I want this.â
His breath comes out in a woosh and he leans forward again to kiss you.Â
Itâs passionate, demanding, his tongue tangles with yours and explores your mouth and you groan, your body melting under him, hands roaming each otherâs bodies. You see his teal dragon tail manifesting, swaying about excitedly before curling around your ankle possessively.    Â
He massages your breast, pinching a nipple between his fingers to bring it to a stiff peak, you whine and arch your back, he takes the chance to make short work of your bra and toss it somewhere along the dark room before your arms curl around his neck once more to pull him down into another kiss.
His hips buck into yours and he moans. Even through the fabric you can already tell this time something is different.Â
And honestly you canât wait.Â
Your fingers hook at the edge of his underwear, teasing, and start to pull down, Dan Heng groans and helps you discard his last piece of clothing, your panties quickly joining after and this is it. You stare.
Not just his gorgeous, thick cock youâve come to love so much but two. Two.
One is relatively normal, his shape and girth familiar despite the clear draconic hue from his dark uncut tip and soft ridges. The other slightly larger, with a pointier tip, not as strange as Dan Heng had made it out to be. The Vidyadhara had been all shy and hesitant about it, both out of embarrassment and perhaps because he was afraid it might scare you off.Â
Instead, desire pools between your legs. Oh, how you want.
âA-Alright, so first I should-!!â Any other words are lost in a strangled moan as you reach out and wrap your hand around the unfamiliar length. Itâs hot in your palm, thick and firm. Dan Heng hisses as you tentatively jerk it a bit, squeezing around the tip, itâs spade-shaped and neatly tapered, perfect for reaching deep and pressing on just the right spots.Â
Or so you assume, wonât know until you try.
He bucks into your hand with a grunt and you stare fascinated at the leaking tip, before either of you can process it, you dark forward and lap at it. âHng!â He tosses his head back and his hand flies to grip at your hair.Â
It tastes salty, slightly more viscous and you canât get enough of it, you gingerly kiss at the tip and mouth at it before closing your lips around the crown, itâs thick in your mouth, your hand teasing the rest of it.Â
You stare up at Dan Heng, his eyes shut tight, brow furrowed and face flushed all the way to the tips of his pointy ears, heâs tense and shivering, clearly holding back from rutting into the wet warmth of your throat.Â
So, you attempt to take him deeper, moaning for good measure so the vibrations drive him insane, and youâre rewarded with more pleasured noises that make your pussy clench.
âMy love⊠w-wait-â He gasps, you run your tongue along the underside of his length. âFuck-!â Ohhh heâs losing his composure, his grip on your hair tightening. When your other hand curls around his unattended cock, thumb swirling at the tip, he snaps. âEnough.â
You pull off with a wet pop, licking your lips and catching your breath.Â
Dan Heng pushes you back with a hand and you follow easily, back hitting the mattress and spreading your legs eagerly for him to slot in. He reaches for a pillow and places it under your hips, raising the slightly, his tail now curls around your thigh.Â
Your stares cross, love and lust mixing.Â
âAre you ready?â He asks, his thumb rubbing over your entrance, finding you dripping wet.Â
âYes, Aeons, yesâŠâ
He leans down to kiss you again, tender this time, thereâs a sense of intimacy that warms you. How you love this man, this dragon. The way he dotes over you, the way he breathes in your scent and kisses you and holds you close, tender.Â
He sinks two fingers inside you and you whimper into the kiss. He works you open slowly, reverent, pulling in and out, stretching them a bit and adding a third. Youâre squirming, desperate and worked up. Nails dragging on his back and shoulders. âDan Heng pleaseâŠâÂ
He kisses at your neck, nips the skin there with his fangs. âBe patient, I donât want to hurt you.â
âYou wonât. Please, just put it in. Breed me.âÂ
He stops, you hear a little growl, ragged breath on your collarbone, and suddenly the fingers are gone. You barely have time to miss them when that thick pointy cockhead is pressing against you.Â
Then it sinks in, the glide slow and gentle with Dan Hengâs careful movements. Â
And oh, oh- you feel him stretch you. Thick and long and so, so hot. It spears you open in the most delicious way, rubbing at your insides as he pulls out ever so slightly before fucking in deeper with slow rolls of his hips.
You toss your head back and moan. You feel so full, deliciously complete. The draconic cock settling deep inside as Dan Heng bottoms out, his balls flush against your taint and the second cock dribbling precum everywhere on your thigh and navel. Â
You take a moment or two to settle, both of you, and then he starts moving. Dan Heng pulls back and rolls into you languidly, slow and deep, testing the waters.Â
âSo good for me⊠so warm and⊠thigh-!â He murmurs against your skin, pressing kisses anywhere he can reach. You keen, arching off the mattress and meeting his every thrust.
The air is thick and heavy, he presses as close as he can against you, your legs lock behind his back as he gradually speeds up. Your thoughts are fuzzy, blissed-out. The room is a cacophony of moans and whimpers and the sound of skin on skin.Â
âI need- please- Dan Heng-!!â
The drag of his cock sets you alight, every nerve stimulated, pleasure building and buildingâŠ
âIâm closeâ He rasps out. Youâre about to tell him to come deep inside as he always does and then you remember.
âOh.â
Dan Hengâs grip tightens in the sheets, his thrusts slow to a crawl and you suddenly feel a subtle bulge pressing against your hole. âT-thatâs-â You say breathlessly.Â
An egg.
He presses his forehead against yours and rolls his hips a little more insistent, trying to ease it in âCareful nowâŠrelax for me.âÂ
Youâre trying but the pressure is intense and youâre already so full of thick cock. How can you take more? You whimper.
âIâm-â
âYou can do it.â
A dragon egg, a little dragon baby. A tiny piece of you and him joining to create something wonderful. This is why youâre doing this.Â
âAlmost thereâ His voice is a soothing balm, con contradictory to the way he ruts into you, pushing your limits. But the way his teal eyes almost glow, pupils pulled to slits, flushed and panting but so determined, staring at you with so much love. You bite your lip and cant your hips, muffling your cries as his cock slips deeper with every thrust.Â
It feels like an eternity when the ovipositor slips back all the way inside, and you cry out.
Dan Hengâs thumb traces your clit and while he canât really pull out, he fucks into you with a nice deep grind.
âDan Heng-!â You whisper, nothing more than a debauched breathless mess. âDan Heng, Dan Heng, Dan HengâŠâ
The coil in your gut snaps and you come with a scream, tears springing to your eyes and your walls fluttering around his length, easing the egg deep inside you. He fucks a few more thrusts into you and then makes a noise you never heard from him before, a sort of choked growl.
Then, he stills.
You spend a few moments catching your breath and Dan Heng nuzzles into you, kissing away your tears as you lie a full, overstimulated, flushed mess.Â
âBear with me just a little longer.â He pants, pulling back a a little to hover over you. You groan, having almost forgotten about this particular step and the promise of his other cock, the one more familiar to you.Â
He eases the ovipositor out of you slowly. The egg vaguely feeling heavy and round in your womb. You canât think straight as Dan Heng shifts against you, his other cock resting against your entrance before easily sinking in, smaller than the first, bottoming out immediately.Â
You sigh.
âI⊠I wonât last long.â He admits.
âBreed me.â You repeat. âOur egg will take.â
It seems like the right incentive as he starts fucking into you in a frenzied pace, pressing and pulling at your insides. You sob and squirm, uselessly trying to match his rhythm. He growls, groans and tips over surprisingly quickly, filling you up with sticky cum.Â
Your body sags, spent, aching, full, and so utterly satisfied. He stays lodged in deep and doesnât move. You both take a moment to come down from the intense high.Â
Dan Heng slides a hand along your tummy, smoothing the skin there and feeling the very small subtle bulge there. âMine. All mine⊠both of you.â He claims. Â
You place your hand on his and smile weakly.
He finally pulls out, making you groan at the emptiness, and maneuvers you both onto your sides, spooning you. He brushes at your hair and kisses the back of your neck, whispering sweet nothings âYou did so well. I love you.â His hand rests on the soft curve of your stomach. The barest signs of a bump that could be easily missed. âRest.âÂ
You sigh deeply, content. âLove you tooâŠâ Comes out slightly slurred. And so, you rest.
#kel.rex đ#sisterwife crys đŠ#hELP I'M UGLY CRYING#DANKEL REAL#the part of tangtang's baby story he'll never want to hear about /rip#I'VE BEEN FED WELL YES#the âa-alright so first i should...â SENT ME LMAOOOOO#he WOULD start getting pedantic about it WHEEZE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH#dan heng's idea of dirty talk is âaccording to the databank...â /silly#this was the perfect blend and balance of tender and warm and soft and hot and sexy and asiu;doriuapeor809skjd#ovipos + dan heng#2 of my fave things#i love him so much i would gently nuzzle and stroke his horns afterward and get tingles when he purrs#why did the sweet tender emotional parts get me more than the sexy bits tho???#i'm so soft for him send help#i'm hopeless#thank you for dedicating this to me đ„čđđŒđđŒ i feel so honored and loved đ„°
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Cultural Exchange
It had been nearly a month since the demigod moved in to Uriahâs apartment, and yet it didnât feel nearly as odd as the young man had expected. Lessons on human etiquette were going surprisingly well, and it only took a week for Orpheus to stop growling or flinching every time an appliance beeped, or a car horn sounded from the streets below. Learning to use said appliances, however, would still take time, but Uriah was at least confident that Orpheus knew not to try operating any of them on his own just yet. He wasnât stupid, by any means, just very new to the advances of human technology. It was like teaching a toddler to read or spell for the first time.
That being said, feeding and caring for a naga demigod was not always so simple. Uriah could and absolutely did his best to make sure Orpheus got enough to eat, though it was making a bit of a dent in his grocery bill. Finding clothes for him for the first time was a trial, too; he couldnât very well take Orpheus with him, so finding clothes meant buying various styles and brands and having to traverse the stores multiple times to return whatever wasnât going to work. And it certainly tried his poor nerves having to watch Orpheus in so many snug shirts and pants. A man can only take so much.
All the extra food and shopping expenses meant more work was needed, and until Orpheus was versed enough in human culture to have a job of any sort, that meant overtime for Uriah. He felt terrible, not being able to spend more time with Orpheus, but bills didnât stop coming just because he wished they would. When he came home, Orpheus was always waiting for him, smiling and boasting whatever heâd managed to accomplish on his âhomeworkâ assigned by Uriah. The first day heâd managed to memorize the alphabet, heâd been practically giddy.
Uriah recalled that evening as he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, smiling to himself. The eagerness in Orpheusâ eyes when heâd asked to be shown how to spell Uriahâs name... The last âassignmentâ heâd been working on was handwriting. Uriah could only imagine how excited Orpheus would be to show off his improvements.
âBabe, Iâm home!â
He re-locked the door and shrugged off his jacket, cracking his neck to the left, then the right. The lights in the kitchen were on low, but it was quiet. His brow perked.
âOrpheus?â
Silence answered him. Odd. Normally heâd be halfway smothered in coils at that point, doing his best to fend off an almost-too-affectionate naga. Uriah set his small work bag on the counter and smoothed out his t-shirt, glancing into the living room space as he rounded the corner to the hallway. The only other light on came from the partially-open bedroom door, which Uriah cautiously eased in to.
â...Orpheus?â
The naga didnât respond. He was reclined on the bed, tail sprawled partially on the mattress before spilling out on to the floor, and surrounding him were about half a dozen sheets of paper and a discarded pen. His bare chest rose and fell slowly, sound asleep, practically dead to the waking world.
Uriah snuck past the lazily wound tail on the floor and peeked over at the papers. Glancing up to make sure he hadnât disturbed his lover, he leaned over and pulled the pages one by one, and turned them over. They were absolutely littered with Orpheusâ rough, but mildly improved handwriting, with hundreds of attempts at spelling Uriahâs name. Uriah muffled a sheepish groan with the pages pressed to his face as he caught sight of several flocks of hearts scribbled around what he assumed were Orpheusâ favorite attempts.
Good God, heâs so...
Uriah slid the papers down and peeked at Orpheus, still dozing. Usually, Orpheus made it a point to be the last to fall asleep, either by convenient hypnosis or Uriahâs own exhaustion. He liked to, as he put it, watch how peaceful he looked. It was a sweet sentiment, if not terribly embarrassing. But for the first time, Uriah got a good look at his sweetheart in the vulnerable state of sleep, all of his features softened and at ease. Heâd never taken in Orpheusâ features like that before. The gentle, natural curve of his mouth, the length of his eyelashes, the way his silver hair fell across his face...
Uriah carefully eased up on to the bed, setting the papers aside and sitting close to Orpheus. It struck him how absolutely, completely, infinitely fortunate he was, that a demigod would love him so much. That someone, anyone, mortal or otherwise, would leave their home to be with him, to take the time to learn his culture, to understand an entirely new societyâs way of doing things. Orpheus, heir to an immortal title of Night God, loved him, a mere human, so much that he spent hours practicing how to write his name, and littering the spaces between with fond scribbles of affection.
He smiled, watched Orpheus for a few moments more, and then reached out to brush his hair behind his ear. The naga stirred, his breath catching for a moment before his eyelids lazily fluttered open. It was almost a shame to wake him.
âHmm...? Uriah?â
âHi.â
âYouâre home,â he said thickly, blinking. âWhat time...?â
âDoesnât matter.â
Orpheus shifted, looking up at Uriah. Something came to him.
âOh. Oh, I uhââ He stifled a yawn, barely hiding his fangs. ââpracticed your name today. I wanted to show you.â
âI saw,â Uriah chuckled. He held up the papers briefly. âYou mustâve been at it for a while.â
âGuess I was. Fell asleep doing it.â
He cocked his head slightly when he noticed Uriahâs eyes hadnât left his face.
âWhat is it?â
âYou,â Uriah said simply.
âMe? Do I have ink on me somewhere, or something?â
âNo. Itâs just... I realized how lucky I am, with you.â
Uriah stroked the line of Orpheusâ cheekbone with his thumb.
âHow lucky I am to have met you, and that you love me, and how unbelievable it is that youâre mine. And youâre doing so much to learn how to live with me.â
Orpheus turned his face in to Uriahâs palm and nuzzled affectionately.
âIâd do anything for you, love.â
He shifted to sit up, but Uriah placed his hand on his chest.
âNo, stay there. I want to enjoy this,â Uriah whispered, leaning over him. âHaving a demigod all to myself...â
Orpheus smirked up at him, resettling into the pillows as Uriah hovered over him. He purred as Uriah closed the space between them, lips meeting for a blissfully long, tender moment. Uriahâs fingers combed through his hair, taking his time drawing sighs out of the naga beneath him.
âMm...Not that Iâm not thoroughly savoring this, but arenât you tired? You worked all day,â Orpheus murmured. He traced a finger along Uriahâs jaw.
âNo. Iâve got time for you. Especially after how hard you studied today. Ive gotta ask, though, but what possessed you to add all those goofy hearts?â
âYou call those little things hearts?â
âWhat did you think they were?â
âWell, I assumed they meant âloveâ, at least, but I didnât know what they were called, exactly,â Orpheus admitted. His cheeks tinted a mildly purple hue as he blushed. âThey...they do mean âloveâ, donât they?â
Uriah forced himself not to laugh.
âYes, thatâs what they mean.â
He paused, only mildly aware Orpheus was still touching his face.
âDo your kind have a symbol like that?â
âA love symbol? Of course, but itâs nothing like the one you humans use,â Orpheus answered. His hand dropped from Uriahâs cheek to stroke a knuckle along his collarbone. âWhy do you ask?â
âWell, I...just figure itâs only fair I learn about your culture, if youâre learning about mine.â
Orpheusâ smile grew a little wider.
âLet me see... Naga culture is fairly diverse, mind you, but there are a few universal words and symbols within our language.â
âNagas have dialects?â
âOh, dozens, hundreds. A naga from the desert will be infinitely different from one born in the mountains, or a river basin. And some will have accents within that.â
Uriah nodded.
âBut the symbol for love tends to be rather similar, with just a little variation for some,â he continued. Orpheusâ hand dropped from Uriahâs collarbone to the center of his chest, a single claw tracing out the simple but twisting shape. He stared into Uriahâs eyes after, his gaze soft.
âThatâs âloveâ. The two bound together, and space in the center containing all that is between them.â
Uriah felt warmth tingling across his face, and radiating beneath Orpheusâ finger where it remained on his chest.
âSo...like this?â
He gently traced the same winding shape on Orpheusâ chest, looking into his face afterwards. Uriah wasnât sure heâd ever seen the naga so smitten with him before.
âJust like that,â he praised.
âA-And, um...do you have a name for it, too?â
âWe do.â
Orpheus bent up, his cheek brushing seductively against Uriahâs, and whispered into his ear in a language he couldnât name. It was soft, lilting almost, with a silken hiss. He wouldnât have been able to replicate it even if he tried, he was certain; no one could make it sound as sweet as it did coming off of Orpheusâ tongue. Uriah closed his eyes and repeated the gesture of the symbol on the nagaâs chest.
âSay it again?â he asked shyly. Orpheus obliged and retraced the shape himself before kissing Uriahâs cheek, warm and affectionate.
âI-I wish I could pronounce that,â he confessed, a feather-light laugh escaping him.
âMaybe I can teach you,â Orpheus purred, beckoning Uriah back down with him. His strong arms wrapped around him, hands tracing over the manâs spine, coaxing his head onto his chest.
âIt sounds beautiful. Iâve never heard you use that language before.â
âThatâs the ancient tongue. Itâs simplified quite a bit over the years, and in some areas I know weâve mingled with human languages. Latin, for one, which sounds divine when you use it, by the way.â
âOh, stop. I only know it for science jargon.â
âDivine jargon.â
They both shared a laugh, brief but sincere, before Uriah settled more comfortably against Orpheus. He loved laying with him like that, with his head over his heart, listening to his strong and steady pulse. Orpheusâ claws glided effortlessly through his curls, just barely ghosting against his scalp. Uriah loosely twirled a strand of his loverâs hair around his finger and let himself melt.
âIâm going to love learning with you. Every little thing.â
âIâd love nothing more.â
#onenerdtwonagas#not an ask#uriah#freckle muffin#orpheus#starry scales#freckles and stars#lit#lit post
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@wolfangelwings Satyr date! I hope she enjoys her lovely valentineâs present!
When he asked you to the theater you were a little surprised. Usually your dates were a little more eclectic; odd coffee shops and little diners that didnât have more then four tables. He seemed to know all the little spots in town, so when he texted you the address for the popular theater, and to dress nice you couldnât believe you were going somewhere so nice. You had dressed up, finding a nice enough dress to the invitation he sent. It had been so cute, the little invitation he had made for you, in scrawling font on the old parchment. He had always loved to do these cute little things for you. You had a collection of poems and pressed flowers, dating him had felt like stepping back in time. So as you got ready for tonight, you braided a few little sprigs of babyâs breath from the large bouquet he had sent you earlier. When you realized there were only eleven roses it made you laugh, assuring yourself he had taken one for a snack.
You were really excited because he had promised to take you to his house afterward. You had been to your apartment a few times after some dates, but this had been the first time you would see his house. He had shown you pictures, the little cottage in the woods looking like an absolute dream. He joked that he had been born into a woodland fantasy and you were sure he was right. When you stepped out of the cab and you saw him, the button down shirt and the page boy cap with his horns curling around the sides of his youthful face, you could feel your heart melt. He was so adorable all dressed up, and he waves when he sees you step out of the taxi.
He jogs over to the taxi, the clop of his hooves on the sidewalk as he grabs your hand. âYou look...absolutely stunning.â He says, looking you over with the big yellow eyes you know so well. You can see those long eyelashes youâre so jealous of as he blinks, pulling you close to his side. âI got us two tickets to âThe Importance of Being Earnestâ by Oscar Wilde.â He smiles widely as he leads you towards the theater doors. âItâs a comedy, I promise.â
You canât help but laugh and the last play he had taken you to had been an absolute tragedy and you had been sobbing by the end and absolutely furious that he had brought you to something where you had ruined your very careful makeup. You laughed as you took his hand. âThank you so much for the flowers. Everyone at work was jealous as all get out. But I did notice there was only eleven.â You eye him and he blushes brightly, giving a little embarrassed bleat. âI uh, got bored waiting for the delivery guy to show.â He said, cheeks still bright pink as he led you into the theater. You can't help the laugh, but he knows it's all in jest.
You sit next to each other, exchanging glances in the dim light as the performers move across the stage and go over well practiced lines. He chuckles at some older tongue in cheek references the actors make you don't quite understand, but he would squeeze your hand and smile. After you settled back into your seats after intermission he gently placed his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. You place a hand on his knee, fingers swirling through the wiry fur on his legs. It was in thick tufts up his thighs but  it dwindled to smoothness along his calves to the well trimmed black hooves. He always made sure that he was perfectly presentable in public if he wasnât going to be wearing pants. He had always complained about finding something to perfectly fit his tail and wasnât too tight since his hair was fairly thick. You feel the press of his lips against the top of your head and you canât help but sigh and close your eyes. You couldnât quite get into this play but being snuggled with him was so nice, even if it was in these fairly uncomfortable seat.
He nudges you when the house lights come up and he smiles as you let out a little yawn. âSorry if you lost interest, I really thought you would like this one.â He said, putting a kiss on your hand as he leads you out. âCome on, Weâve still got all valentines night.â He said as he pulled you into a cab. He chatted about the play and you nodded along, saying things about what you remembered before you had totally dozed off. As you seemed to move deeper into the forest, he seemed to be even more and more comfortable. A hand rested on your thigh and he nuzzled into your neck a moment, giving little playful kisses to you neck. The cab dropped you both off at a little white garden gate and you stand in moment at awe. This isnât a little garden cottage he had made you thought it was. It looks like a victorian mansion covered in ivy and flowers.
âShall we?â He asks, pressing his hand to the small of your back as he opens the gate. âYou did not tell me you had a house like this!â You squeak out, letting him lead you down the little stone path, his hoof steps echoing around the little garden. He led you into the front door with a smile sheepish smile. âI inherited it from my grandfather.â He said. âAnd he from his, and he from his. Itâs been in my family a long time.â He gives you a quick tour and you canât help but eye the large library with old time-worn books and he promises that he will let you look through the shelves later. He leads you upstairs with a bit of a sly smile. âAnd this, is the bedroom.â He smiles as you look around. Everything is in tones of brown or olive green and the bed against the back wall looks too fluffy to not just sink into. He grabs your hand and slowly leads you into the room and closes the door with a smile. âI was hoping you would say the night and...really enjoy this valentines day.â He said, one hand starting to slide farther down from the small of your back. Before you can even answer he leaned down to kiss you and you can only feel yourself agree. You reach up and pull the cap off his head, fingers curling into the curly thick hair at the back of his head. âI will take that as a yes.â He smiled, biting your lip as he pulled away.
He reaches up behind you and slowly tugs down the zipper to your dress. âNow, I know you ate dinner with your parents, but IâŠâ He continues to pull the zipper till it gets to the base and you feel the fabric slowly pull down your shoulder as his eyes continue to take in every inch of skin that is exposed when the dress pools around your ankles. âIâd just love a snack.â He said pulling you back towards the bed. âNow why donât you lay down for me?â He purred as you couldnât help but follow his gentle hand as you lay down on the bed with a happy sigh. It was just as soft as you imagined as you sink into the mattress. He steps around the bed and you can hear the clop on the floor as you tilt your head up. He smiles down at you as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. âNow, I donât want you going anywhere.â He smiles and ducks down a moment before pulling up a cuff. You canât help the little nervous giggle as you put your arms up. Youâre sure he just has a pair of cuff but as you watch him cuff your arms, you realize you canât move them at all. He moves around to the bottom of the bed and you lift your head up and your eyes catch the glimpse of another cuff. You feel the felt wrap around your ankles and his fingers smoothing over them, making sure the velcro was in place before he started on your other ankle. âThere we are.â he said with a grin, patting your thigh.
âNot exactly what I expected from my sweet satyr.â You smile, lifting your head only a moment to look him in his golden yellow eyes before having to place your head back down. You can hear a chuckle as he begins moving around the bed again. You can see him when he comes up along the side of the bed. You watch as he pulls off his shirt and you can see his back as he hangs his shirt in the closet, looking back at you. âOh, those little things?â He said picking up a bowl but you canât see whatâs in it. He walks back around to the end of the bed and you can no longer see him. You can only look up for a few moments at a time, and then you need to lay your head back down to avoid the pain in your neck. You gasp when you feel the cold porcelain of the bowl against your stomach. âJust a small snack.â You can almost feel his grin against your skin as his fingers move your panties aside. âYou know, itâs odd. I canât stand cold grapes. I always liked them better warm.â He said, and you shiver as you feel a bit of movement from the bowl on your stomach. âIâm sure you can help.â
You squeak as you feel the push of his fingers and the small cold orb pressing into you. âHey!â You can hear his laugh, sounding innocent even though his actions are absolutely the opposite. âWhat my love? Is it too much?â You donât want to admit how odd it feels. The cold spot slowly going warm and only the light pressure remaining. âN-No, just a shock.â You murmur and you can hear a little snicker. âOh just you wait.â You gasp as you feel his hot mouth on your slit then, tongue diving deep and dragging the grape out of your body. âOh, fuck.â You pant a moment, feeling a hand move up to steady the bowl. âCareful love, Iâd hate to drop the bowl, if it breaks Iâll have to get the frozen grapes from the freezer, and those were only for if your bad.â He said, tongue flicking over your clit and you cant help a whimper. This easily continues for minutes or hours, between grapes his fingers stroke in and out. You moaned out as he pulled another grape from your body with that long hot tongue. Another press of his hot fingers and his mouth closes in on your clit. You groan and squirm the best you can before giving a weak cry, body quaking.
He pulls the bowl from your belly and kisses the cold patch of skin. âOh my darling, this is only the beginning of your valentineâs day~â
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Non-Sexual Acts of Intimacy - Corbin
If I needed a bigger Fire Emblem OTP than Chrobin, itâs gotta be Corbin. Especially if itâs the F!Robin/F!Corrin and the M!Robin/F!Corrin variants. Also, I decided to dig back into my Angst Goddess roots for this one. @lady-drake in particular is going to murder me in my sleep for it. :D Especially since the two M/F Corbin prompts are direct references to the current RP weâre doing or them. Enjoooooy~~! P.S. I blame @rubiarts for making me ship this.Â
Sharing a dessert (FxF â Modern AU)
Most couples celebrated their anniversary with a fancy dinner date at a romantic restaurant. Robin and Corrin preferred things more simple and sentimental â hence the massive banana split with all the fix-ins sitting on the table for them to share. With fond smiles, they clinked their plastic forks together â âCheers!â â and dug in.
It was surreal how much time had passed. It felt like it as only yesterday that they were at this very ice cream parlor sharing a sweet treat, and then confessing their immense feelings for one another. Hard to believe that was two years ago â their sophomore year. Now, here they were, enjoying their last ice cream date a week before they were to walk across the stage for their bachelorâs degrees⊠Time sure did fly fast.
âOh, Ladybird~!â
Robin snapped out of her thoughts to see Corrin holding up a spoonful of ice cream with a cheeky grin⊠With a matching smirk, Robin leaned forward to eat the dessert, only for Corrin to snatch the spoon away at the last second. She was met with Corrinâs lips instead, and she had zero complaints. Both giggled and held the sweet, chaste kiss before Corrin pulled away and offered the ice cream again. This time, Robin got to eat it.
âExcited for graduation, love?â
âLike you wouldnât believe. Canât wait to finally get my $57,000 piece of parchment.â Corrin smiled, taking her own helping of ice cream. âBut more than thatâŠâ Her smile grew fonder. âI canât wait to move into our new apartment.â
âSame. Iâm already brainstorming some decorating ideas.â Robin chuckled. She stole a piece of banana and gazed at Corrinâs adorable smile. âOh, which reminds me! Your grad gift arrived in the mail yesterday.â
âOh, you spoil me, LadybirdâŠâ Corrin grabbed another bite when he phone suddenly went off. She set her spoon down to see a new email.
[Order # 5405. Your Nohr Jewelerâs order has been delivered! Description: White Sapphire Engagement Ring x 1 ]
Corrinâs cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. She set her gaze upon Robin and reached over to grasp her hand. âLooks like yours just arrived, tooâŠâ
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A Playing with Bâs Hair (FxF â Fates)
Robin still had no idea how she had ended up in this new land of Nohr. Now that the war was over and Hoshido and Nohr were at peace, she would eventually have to leave and travel back home to Ylisse⊠but the adorable dragon girl curled up in her lap was making it incredibly difficult.
The tactician pulled her eyes away from her book to gaze fondly at Corrin. The princessâ head was cradled comfortably in Robinâs lap, incessantly purring a Robinâs lither fingerâs combed and threaded through her ivory hair. While her draconic horns werenât showing, her tail unapologetically swayed in content, sometimes flickering upwards whenever Robinâs fingers massaged a really good spot on her head.
Each day, this precious girl was wearing down Robinâs resolve to leave. Such was the mistake sheâd made in bonding and falling in love with her. Robin was growing less and less vested in finding her way back home â but alas, she was needed back home and had duties to tend to. The very thought saddened herâŠ
She soon lost interest in the book she was reading and set it down for the evening. Robin effortlessly scooped Corrin into her arms and carried her to her royal chambers. After laying her down, Robin shed her thick coat and crawled in next to her, resuming her affectionate hair petting. She was so precious⊠it pained her that they would eventually have to part waysâŠ
ââŠRobinâŠâ Corrin whimpered in her sleep, shifting closer and wrapping her arms around the tacticianâs torso. She practically clung to her, nuzzling softly against Robinâs chest. ââŠplease⊠d-donât leave meâŠâ
Robinâs eyes softened, then began to water. Her petting turned into outright burying her hand in Corrinâs hair, now afraid to let go. A sharp pain manifesting itself in her chest.
ââŠstay with me, RobinâŠâ Corrin continued to plead, fisting the back of her shirt with both hands. ââŠplease⊠stay⊠donât goâŠâ
Robin managed to keep her emotions in check for the past few weeks when the topic was first brought up. But now⊠her heart was breaking for both of them. She allowed a single tear to trail down her cheek, her arms fully cradling Corrin with a shaky sigh.
âIâm sorry, CorrinâŠâ she continued to stroke her hair, as if trying to soothe her. In reality, she was trying to burn the very feel and texture of her hair into her memory. ââŠI wish⊠I could stayâŠâ
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Adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/etc. (M!R x F!C â Modern!AU)
âCan you zip me up, love?â
Robin lifted his attention from the tie and watched Corrin lifting her thick hair up. The back of the navy blue dress was wide open, exposing black lingerie and bare skin. With a fond smile, he wordlessly chuckled and walked over to her. âCan you help with my tie afterwards?â was his rhetorical response as he hooked the top of the dress together, and then dragged the zipper upwards along its track. He admired the way the fabric hugged and accentuated her gorgeous curves. âYou look beautiful as always, CorrinâŠâ
A soft tinge of color touched Corrinâs cheeks, but she smiled with equal adoration. She adjusted the navy tie, making sure it was tied securely and perfectly centered before creasing the collar of his dress shirt. With that, she brushed her hands down the front of his chest, then balanced on her tiptoes to kiss him.
âAnd you look handsome and dapperâŠâ Another kiss, ââŠas always.â
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One crying about something (M!R x F!C â Modern AU)
To call Robin a nervous wreck was putting it nicely. He sat in the stark white emergency room, ignoring the television blaring some stupid sports shit. Amber eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying for the last few hours. The haunting call heâd gotten from the hospital was echoing non-stop in his head, making him feel worse and worse by the second.
âYour wife was in a serious car accident, and she went into early labor.â
Everything was a blur was after that â he booked it out of work, grabbed Morgana from school, and broke no less than thirty traffic laws driving to the hospital. The last he heard, Corrin had fallen unconscious on her way to the hospital, and that was causing complications with the early onset of laborâŠ
He felt so helpless and terrified â there was nothing he could do to help them right now. All he could do was prey to every deity above that everything would be alright. His heart hadnât stopped hammering in his chest since heâd first gotten the news, and the fear alone of possibly losing one or both of them left him with a vice-like grip around his heart.
âDaddy?â
Robin swiped at his eyes with the back of his soaked sleeve and gazed upon the six year old girl. He swept a hand through her short ivory locks, and against all odds, he smiled for her. âYes, honey?â
Morgana looked at him with precious crimson eyes â her motherâs eyes â and lifted her hand to wipe another tear away from his face. She looked worried, too, and she threw her arms around him and squeezed him as hard as she could. âPlease donât cry. Mommyâs gonna be fine.â
Just like that, Robin turned into a blubbering mess and tightened his embrace around her. He pressed his cheek firmly against the top of her head. Barely managing to bite back a sob, he rocked her gently in his arms, cradling her and nodded as he pressed a firm kiss to her forehead. âI know, honey⊠Mommy is gonna be okay⊠Sheâs gonna be just fineâŠâ He sighed in exasperation. âSheâll be just fineâŠâ
He repeated that in his head to reassure himself that everything would be fine. His wife and their unborn son would be fine⊠They had to be fine⊠He couldnât lose them⊠not like thisâŠ
âMr. Reflet?â
Both father and daughter snapped their heads up, seeing a nurse in green scrubs standing in front of them. His heart skipped a beat when she began to smile.
âYour wife and new son would like to see you.â
#corbin#m!robin#f!corrin#f!robin#fire emblem#reshi's writings#I AM NOT SORRY FOR THE LAST ONE :D#HATE MAIL COMMENCE
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