#if it makes you feel better he's going to bend Kalymir on his dicks like a pretzel

[eldritch-spouse]

https://www.tumblr.com/eldritch-spouse/747420800181813248/an-idea-of-mine-vespers-match-freshly-turned?source=share

*the next day the queen of lust is on her bed recovering, covered in bandages and casts*

Lust queen: Worth it.

[Getting chastised by your equally irresponsible demonlord.]

Vesper sits hunched beside your bed, he's mostly quiet, breaking the silence every now and then to either chastise you or luridly ask for details. Which you'd be laughing about, if laughter didn't take you to a world of physical agony.

" ... You know how he is, I told you about him vixen, several times. " He huffs.

You squint like he's stupid. " Exactly, that's why I tried to fuck him- "

Vesper growls hard. " You CAN'T do that! Royals move between Rings after they send notices and requests to their destinations! Kalymir could have interpreted your sudden visit as a war crime! "

Glossy eyes blink. " ... Really? " You hadn't considered that.

" Sweetie, anything can he a war crime for him, he's always begging for an opportunity to start shit in the Rings. " The demonlord sighs. " Besides, what did I tell you? That we were going to do that one together. Because he's a lot for someone like yo- "

" I'm a succubus! " You roar, immediately regretting it when your abdominal muscles flex and the soreness sends you spiraling into a world of pain. " I- I can take this now! I'm the Queen of Lust! "

" Oh don't you start on this- You JUST turned! " The King slams a fist on the table next to your bed, some utensils clatter to the ground and he looks mildly embarrassed for a moment. " Your enthusiasm has me immeasurably proud and drooling, but your organism is far from stable right now, and I will cage you to my bed chambers if that's what it takes to make sure you don't get out there and rip your cunt in two. "

Vesper is dead serious, you can tell because of the way his eyes burn into you, a different burn, not the sensual 'come hither' one you're used to. And he's right, you were hasty, hormonal and impulsive. A reluctant silence settles in the room, the King goes back to paging at a small pamphlet and you attempt to not blow bubbles from your ruined nostrils.

Your organism is too erratic for Vesper to use his magic as a healing force, so you'll have to recover from this stunt rather slowly. He said that was punishment enough for doing something so utterly reckless. Which is pretty fucking rich in your opinion, because this is the same guy that throws himself into ocean waters trying to get stuffed by deep-sea mers with a thousand tentacles.

Whatever. Maybe you can fall asleep again soon.

Vesper side-eyes you.

" He's got a pretty fat cock, right? "

" Oh fuck yes- " You don't miss a beat.

He smiles faintly, and the two of you are silent again.

[eldritch-spouse]

An idea of mine-

Vesper's match, freshly turned concubine, thinks she can take on Kalymir and his dick (maybe she read Vesper's rating of him, maybe she just lusts the big red motherfucker <3), and gets overconfident.

She goes too far and realizes she made a mistake once she feels those spikes. The pain overwhelms them, and she is sobbing her eyes out, crying out for Vesper for help (maybe he is watching, maybe he isn't, whatever sounds better!). All it does is just make Kalymir more excited, more rough.

I hope this doesn't sound like too much-.

[Not at all, the blog warnings are there for a reason.]

TW: Noncon; Genital harm; Gore; Verbal degradation.

If it were possible for Kalymir to smile any wider, he'd have to split the muscles of his cheeks.

Seeing the fight leave your eyes, the defeat and panic washing over. That perfect moment where you turn into nothing more than slick prey speared on his dick. You call for Vesper the same way a wounded animal yips for its pack leader, like you're crying for mommy to come save you, and it gets him so hard he might just accidentally tear your poor cunt a bit more.

It's so hot that he lets you painfully squirm a few inches off his length, delightedly feeling his extended barbs drag on the soft walls of your pussy. Not even the whore's magic can save you from your own human weakness.

Then, chuckling, Kalymir grips the back of your knees hard enough to sink his claws into that tender meat, your shaky groan rising to a truly hellish shriek when he stabs you onto his throbbing cock and snarls his sick pleasure.

" AWW, DOES IT HURT? "

You spasm on the ground, outstretched hand still uselessly trying to pull the rest of you forward even as you lie there with bulged out eyes and a gaping mouth like a fish out of water, barely able to process the trauma your genitals are enduring.

The smell of blood hits Kalymir's nostrils and he moans, feeling it coat his girth, dripping to the floor and marking both your thighs.

Oh how he'd love to gut you right here right now, you're practically begging for it, crying like a baby on the ground- Putting you out of your shame would be mercy from his part.

You nod, because that's all you can do right now, and he barks out a cackle.

" GOOD. FEEL IT. FEEL WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ROACHES LIKE YOU GET COCKY. "

He thrusts, but really, it's more accurate to say he's stabbing you.

" YOU THINK YOU'RE ONE OF US- YOU THINK YOU CAN WALK IN HERE AND TOSS YOURSELF AT ME LIKE YOU OWN THE PLACE. LOOK AT YOU NOW... "

The more he talks, the faster his pace gets, and you know the slapping ringing out isn't wetness, it's the crimson that's splattering on the walls. The smell of metal encompasses the room, and the burning of your tormented womanhood spreads to your limbs. Your stomach flips, and you wonder faintly if you're going to vomit from the pain. You dare not look down. Dare not guess the gore, the tissue hanging off your entrance that you feel loosely dangling.

Would Vesper be proud of you if you died this way?

Gathering what little composure you can scrap together, you try to utter his name again.

" DO YOU THINK YOUR STUPID SLUT IS GOING TO COME SAVE YOU? "

Yes, yes.

He needs to.

When you fail to respond, a heavy crimson paw grabs a fistful of your head and lifts it. You can barely gasp before he crashes it to the roughly tiled floor. It must have been the equivalent of a tap to him, but you feel a couple of teeth chip and your nose bending at an odd angle, foreign warmth spreading across your face.

" FUCK'S SAKE, IT'S LIKE YOU DON'T WANT TO LIVE. " He snorts. " ANSWER OR I'LL PANCAKE THE BRAINS OUT OF THAT WET PAPER SKULL. "

" Y... " You cough a mouthful of blood, disgusted when you feel him pulse inside you. " Y- Yesh... "

He stops then, figure shaking behind you as he holds something in. Kalymir bends further down, holding a palm to where his ear would be.

" NAH, YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME, WHAT WAS THAT? "

Exasperated, you sob. " Nnh... Yes! "

A fist slams right next to your head as Kalymir steadies himself and starts guffawing wildly at the impassioned response.

" OH YOU'RE PATHETIC- I ALMOST FEEL BAD! YOU TIGHT, DUMB FUCKING ANIMAL! "

The pain is starting to fade, as is your overall lower body sensation. He might have damaged important nerves, you can't tell anymore, it's increasingly hard to think when the world appears to be slowing down, and you can't muster the energy to react.

" DON'T PASS OUT JUST YET, BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO KNOW SOMETHING. "

You can feel the toothy grin against your scalp widen.

" YOUR DARLING DEGENERATE OF A KING IS GOING TO FIND ME USING YOUR BROKEN LITTLE BODY LIKE A COCKSLEEVE. AND INSTEAD OF HELPING YOU... "

The fist from before coils around the top of your neck, stealing the last bits of oxygen out of you.

" HE'S GOING TO STROKE HIS WORTHLESS COCKS UNTIL I COME IN YOUR GUTS. "