#moira x lucio nsft

[pomefiore-visitor]

mtf moira/ftm lucio breeding cw for breeding (of course) dacryphilia, overstim and slight lactation kink

i do not consent to minor interaction, minors dni

longest fic i’ve written to date!! I also know they’re more of a rare pair but i LOOOVEEE them. I’ve been fiddling with this for ages and while i’m still not entirely happy with it I need to show the world them always <333. Posted to ao3 here !!

Everything about them was so different from Lucio’s partners back at home. Hookups in the humid April nights of Rio were too casual for his liking. The conservative environment he faced frequently was all too familiar to him. And he was happy to oblige, so much so that he near convinced himself he didn’t ache for something more. Not a single soul would expect a hedonistic streak out of the DJ. 

But Moira was far off from the occasional fling, she knew him and knew what he wanted. She read him like a tome. And no matter how subtle Lucio thought he was being, Moira spotted it with expert precision. At first there was simply something Moira wanted to pick apart, she wanted to dissect his every want and need. Blooming into a near obsession to reverse engineer Lucio’s eros. 

It’s what led her to indulge his desires, giving ear to every fantasy that he spun. Lucio reveled in that, naturally. The feeling of being listened to, humoring him in a way that only she did. Lucio was not a demanding lover, not by any sense of the word. He happily fit any role that was asked of him, happy to bring any partner as much pleasure as he possibly could. But there was something different with Moira. A routine that they both found themselves enjoying time and time again.

He sought out his needs in the privacy of her cruel intimacy. There was something inherently off about his partnership with Moira. She was sterile, like there was a chemical bite in her afterglow. That feeling of asepsis served to heighten his arousal, and he found himself with buckled knees and slick dripping down his thighs with every word from her barbed tongue. 

And its moments like this — moments where Moira held Lucio down by his throat, opting into fucking him silly, he was more than happy to lay and take. Happy to be a warm hole for her. 

“You know…” Moira mused, easing the head of her cock out of Lucio with a slick pop. “You do look quite good like this.”

Lucio whined sweetly in response, so far gone in the rhythm he found to her shallow thrusts. The hypnotizing way her dick disappeared and reappeared into his slick cunt made him paw and scrabble at her, needy and wanting. He chirruped, bucking his hips upwards in a seedy tempo matching her own. 

“Puh- merda– Please. Please ma’am” He whines “I need you so so bad and I–” He sobs and hiccups once, overstimulated from his angry erect clit brushing against the cradle of Moira’s bony hips and the cock fucking in and out of him at a sadistic pace. 

Moira always watches him with a scientific eye, intentional with every roll and squeeze into him. And in this, infers his pleas as a green light for harsh, cruel, thrusts — holding Lucio’s waist in her hands for stability.

“So pretty when you cry, little one. '' She purrs over his babbles, pressing the palm of her hand against the base of his stomach. This forces the spongey center of his cunt closer to the impact of her cockhead, making him whine deeper in his throat. She took all of him in at this moment, admiring the way his small chest bounces with every thrust into his slick pussy. Expert hand moves to roll a dark nipple in between her fingers, cradling the soft bit of tissue at the base of his breast. She squeezes.

Barely coherent, it takes Moira a moment to truly figure out what Lucio is saying. He struggles with his words, skipping like a scratched record as the sound catches in his voice box. “Breed me ma’am” He squeals out in his desperate whines, broken and wanting. “Want it suh-so so bad. Want to be bred like a bitch in heat.” Lucio’s lungs hitch with full sobs.

“Oh?” She purrs at him with a smile. The cries fill her chest with a sort of pride, bubbling to the surface with every mean roll of her hips into his aching cunt. As gentle as a lover she had the capacity to be, she was sadistic and calculated to her core. And at this moment, the barbed venom was all Lucio needed. The notion of breeding him, even when lost in a chorus of pleas, sends a ripple of excitement through her. In one smooth calculated motion Moira’s palms slide up behind the back of his thighs and pin them to the sides of his skull. She traps him in the press, eager to stuff him full. 

It takes little for Moira’s cock to kiss his cervix, being so deep inside him. Lucio flutters around her, his cunt squeezing down like a vice. “What a precious breeding bitch you are, taking me in so well” Moira purrs as she works him open. “How well will you take my seed, I wonder.” Her well manicured hand slides over his taut stomach. “I look forward to watching you grow fat with pups..” She pinches and rolls his nipples between her fingers as her hips stutter, the torturous act of mating him spurring her on. 

The stimulation was enough to make Lucio cry -- and cry he did. Arching his back and choking on his own squeals. He bucks his hips once against Moira in a silent plea, begging and chasing his finish. 

“You are not to come without my express permission, a pheata.” She states firmly, the heel of her palm pushing his lower abdomen down onto her dick again. She thrusts once, then twice, then a third time. And as Lucio’s short fingernails dig into the lean muscle in her shoulder blades, she’s coming. Finishing deep inside him and topping up the pinprick opening of his cervix till it spills over onto the sheets below. 

“You will take everything I have to give you, and then you will finish.” Moira states matter-of-factly, leaving no room for argument (although there would be little arguing coming from Lucio, anyways). And he’s nodding and babbling and sobbing in agreement. 

“Feel so full.” He bawls, feeling Moira’s cock pulse in his stomach. She leans over him, not moving her hips but sliding her palms up his stomach to pull on his nipples with an expert hand.

“Can you imagine how much more full you’ll feel soon, pet? Leaking ichor and stuffed to the brim with life?” She coos at him, her fingers squeezing the base of his areola to attempt to simulate the feeling of getting milked, other hand rubs comforting circles into his belly. Lucio whines, loud and high-pitched in the back of his throat and his pussy soaks through at the thought. He takes a gasping breath as he looks down at her ministrations, so gentle but so cruel.

Moira hums and looks down at him, giving a little experimental thrust. “Do you need me to help you finish taking my seed, little pollywog?”

And he’s squealing, his body involuntarily bucking up to meet her hips. “Yes ma’am. Want to come so bad, I-” He hiccups, looking down where their bodies join. “Want you. Need you-”. 

Her hand moves to palm at the junction of her cock and his cunt. “Then take it.” She says with a roll of her hips, fucking spurred on with the want and need to see him unravel further. “That’s a good boy, come now.” And with her permission -- Lucio is screaming. Begging at the air for everything and nothing and all things in between. His hips lifting and twitching in the air as violent orgasm rips through his stomach. 

Before long he’s flopping sweaty and panting onto the mattress beneath. With a slick pop Moira is following him, cock slipping out of his cunt easily. They lay there, breathing heavily and catching individual breaths. Eventually Lucio turns and curls into the older woman. 

“Mmph.. Thank you, bem” he says, voice small. “Needed that.”

Moira hums and starts tracing circles into the soft skin of his stomach. She peppers kisses against his earlobe and observes his softened features with a kind gaze. “Of course, cub. You did such a good job, you always do” She praises softly. “Do you feel alright?” 

Lucio’s humming, a soft noise in the base of his vocal cords. “Feel good” he croaks. “Floaty... sleepy”. He cuddles into her further and shifts where he lies. “Could fuck up a bath right about now” He chuckles, mostly to himself until Moira is scooping him in deceptively strong arms. She cradles him, kissing his face. “Bath it is, then. I’m not letting you go to bed without one.” And as Lucio slips into her, she tuts, but brings him to her bath all the same.