#it should be twice as long bc the spear flares out

[constantvariations]

Genuinely funny to me that Weiss gets impaled in, relatively, the best spot on the torso to get impaled and acts like it's immediately lethal

Like. Babe. That's your liver, not your heart. You'll be fine

[queenofeden]

also ft. fun banter, orgasm denial, and come eating bc it’s shockingly hard to write an entire fic just about this one thing

Day 28: Creampie

Pairing: Nadia Satrinava/Julian Devorak/Female Apprentice

Word Count: 1120

Summary:

“Fuck,” Laurel breathes, already licking her lips. “You haven’t a clue how gorgeous that is.”

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Laurel is not a patient woman by nature, nor particularly altruistic. All of them know this, and so the fact that she must be here -- kneeling beside Nadia and Julian, watching only as they fuck, is torturous. She lets her fingers dip between her legs, strokes over her swollen clit in time with Julian’s even, measured thrusts into Nadia’s cunt. It’s hardly satisfying just sitting on the sidelines, and she whines as much in petulance as she does with arousal, drawing Nadia’s attention.

“Needy as always my love?” Nadia purrs. Her nails leave long, lurid scratches across Julian’s shoulders as she pulls away, reaching out to draw Laurel closer with a crook of her index finger. “Come here.”

Given permission, Laurel crawls eagerly forward and presses her cheek into Nadia’s hand, kissing her palm, taking two elegantly-crafted fingers into her mouth to suckle them. Nadia chuckles, then moans as Julian rocks forward, kissing her exposed neck on a particularly rough thrust. Her fingers flex against Laurel’s tongue.

“Nadia --” Julian grunts, panting into her shoulder in between open-mouthed kisses. “Nadia, please may I come? Want to -- inside you? Please?”

Nadia hums, and pulls her fingers from Laurel’s mouth, tracing damp tips over Laurel’s bottom lip. “What do you think, Laurel? Should he be allowed to come?”

Laurel nips at Nadia’s fingers playfully. “Certainly not before you, Nadia,” she says, gaze sliding down to Julian with wicked intent.

Julian whines, teeth grazing over the jut of Nadia’s collarbone, tongue rolling over the just-bitten spot. Nadia’s hand rakes through his curls and tugs from the crown. “You heard her.”

With a shiver, Julian renews his efforts, thrusting into Nadia with the long, deep strokes he knows she loves best, pulling nearly all the way out before sliding in again. Chills erupt across Nadia’s skin as she rocks along with him, breasts bouncing an enticing rhythm with every thrust. Her hand slips free of his hair, and he raises up to tower over her. Gripping her by the thighs for leverage, he bends her nearly in half, pressing her knees nearly to her chest to change and deepen his angle.

Nadia keens, head thrown back in abject bliss. She looks radiant, cheeks flushed and sex-sweet, lips kiss bruised, hair strewn across the pillows in a wild halo. Laurel’s hand finds her own sex again, the other coming up to toy with a nipple, twisting and pinching it to hardness, imagining it to be either of them instead -- Nadia’s long fingers buried in her cunt, Julian’s cool callouses tweaking at her breasts. 

With a great gasp Nadia’s climax takes her, body curving, bucking and fighting against Julian’s grip, her hands covering his around her thighs and digging deep crescents into the backs of his hands. Julian’s eyes squeeze shut, no doubt trying desperately to stem his own pleasure as Nadia clenches around him.

“Please --” he grits out, trembling from exertion, a bead of sweat running a rivulet down the arch of his nose and dripping off. “Nadia please, please let me come I -- you --”

Nadia shudders and nods, a quiet yes, yes, breathed through parted lips. Julian nods along with her and thrusts once, twice, three more times before burying himself deep and spilling insider her with a choked gasp, the muscles of his back and ass twitching spasmodically, hips jerking in small half-pumps.

Julian’s reedy whine combined with Nadia’s renewed cries drive Laurel’s own pleasure, wracking shivers shaking her spine to jelly. Her fingers quicken, stroking herself, nearly too slick, her clit too hard at first, to gain any pleasurable friction. Desire burns low in her gut, at the base of her liquid spine. She is close, so close, if she could only just --

“Don’t.” Nadia’s firm voice cuts through her, stalling her impending orgasm mid quake. Laurel opens eyes she hadn’t realized had slipped closed, and in pinned like a butterfly to a board by Nadia’s gaze. “Mmn, naughty girl, thinking I wouldn’t notice if you came?”

Laurel whimpers, and with great effort takes her shaking hand away from her cunt, clenching sticky fingers into a tight fist. “I -- I’m sorry Nadia.”

“Got carried away, did you?” Nadia asks her, languid and slow from her own orgasm.

“Yes, Nadia.” Laurel nods.

“Would you like to come?” Nadia’s eyes blink slowly, but the fire behind them burns ever bright.

“Yes, Nadia.”

With a lazy smile, Nadia turns her head back to Julian, still inside her to the root. “What do you think, Julian?” she asks, parroting her earlier question. “Should Laurel be allowed to come?”

Julian blinks at her at first, dazed, and then a grin spreads slowly over his features. “Not before you do,” he replies coyly, thumbs stroking over the sensitive backs of Nadia’s knees. 

Nadia hums a laugh, rich and decadent. “You’ll have to move, then.” She shifts, still speared on his rapidly softening cock. “And I fear you’ve made quite the mess.”

“I think Laurel can clean you up,” Julian says, laying his weighty gaze entirely on Laurel.

She grins. “Careful, Julian. If you let coming inside her go to your head, who knows how long it’ll be before she lets you again.”

Nadia sighs, a sound of mock impatience. “I can think of a great many better uses for both of your mouths than this.”

Julian shifts, pulling himself free of Nadia’s cunt. Immediately, a dollop of pearlescent come oozes out of her, past the gaping muscle of her well-fucked entrance. Laurel moves closer for a better look, taking Julian’s place between Nadia’s spread thighs with practiced ease. Carefully, gingerly, she spreads the lips of Nadia’s cunt wide, watching as more of Julian’s come leaks out, dripping down the cleft of her ass.

“Fuck,” Laurel breathes, already licking her lips. “You haven’t a clue how gorgeous that is.”

Nadia laughs. “I have an idea.”

Ignoring her, Laurel’s tongue darts out and, in a single, broad stroke, collects Julian’s spilled come and swallows it. Beside her, on the other side of Nadia’s knee, Laurel feels Julian shudder, sees his spent cock jump painfully out of the corner of her eye. Tasting the bitterness of him makes her crave the honeyed sweetness of Nadia’s cunt. Eager, Laurel seals her lips over Nadia’s sex and begins to lap and suck, pleasuring Nadia yes, but also pulling Julian’s come from deep inside. Nadia groans and grips Laurel’s hair, forcing her nose deep into tyrian curls, her tongue deeper as it delves past Nadia’s entrance to tease the last of Julian’s spend from inside her.

Nadia’s hips roll against Laurel’s lips, sending a new flare of heat straight through to Laurel’s own cunt.

“Good girl, make sure you get all of it,” Nadia whispers.