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[demon-blood-youths]

Into the Dragon's Den Part 2: Marked || A Medival Fantasy Drabble

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Hi everyone, this is part 2 on Into Dragon's Den: Marked. This is for my lovely friend @the-silver-peahen-residence, This drabble is considered a medieval AU for our muses; Rust Knight, my OC and Davion, a canon muse that rp partner rps as.

If you haven't read part 1 yet, here it is: Into The Dragon's Den Part 1: Fire and Blood

After this, I might be thinking if this is it or if should I make part 3? Please don't get your hopes up if part 3 isn't coming soon. Who knows! I might write it or not.

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rough NSFW content

Mature Content

Grammatical error

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Note: This drabble contains nudity, nsfw and mature content. Please do not read if you can't handle or under 18.

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After the fight, the red humanoid dragon Davion won over Rust and now has plans for this little knight. Taking him as his treasure. How would Rust fare under this dragon's might.

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Rust never thought he fought a dragon that turns into a human! Or rather a half-dragon. No, he says he's both! Ugh! Why does it matter?! He never thought the dragon would be doing something like this. "Aaaaah....you dammmmn dragon bastard. What are you doing?!" He is pinned down by the dragon on top of his hoard. The hoard was filled with some gems, gold, carpeting, and other valuables.

His chest armor plates were taken off, and the plates and chainmail protecting his groin and waist were gone. Parts of his armor are scattered around the cave. His clothes underneath were torn revealing his bare chest, and waist. Only his gauntlets, fan pans, and greaves remain on his body.

It's like opening a treasure chest. Revealing the knight's bare body is a sight to behold underneath that armor that is hiding it. The blond's expression is so cute. The dragon can't wait to ravish him.

Right now, his chest is being played with, his pecs are being fondled by scaly claws, and his nipples are being pinched and licked. Rust gasps when he feels bites and nips onto his chest as he winces.

"Like I said, you're part of my hoard now."

"Are...you crazy?! I'm a knight...not a damn princess!" Rust goes to thrash. But hs is being pinned down by his claw, holding him by the neck. He can feel his tail and his pointy tail trailing his body down to underneath pants. His face blushed pink when he felt the scales across his length.

"F-fuck....wait.." Not only he is a dragon that is humaniod, he can transform into a human and he got beaten by this guy. Now what he is planning to do him?! What the hell?!

"You're right, my little treasure. A knight fitting for me." The dragon demon lick his lips.

"Fuuuck off! Let me go or else I will slay you!" Rust yelled as he tries to struggle but then he gasps when something is touching his lenght. The dragon is now stroking his cock with his hand. "H-hey- hnnng. Ack..stop that!" Rust winced.

"Why should I when you are clearly hard down there." He begins to stroke his cock. Rust became startled feeling his own lenght and the state it's in.

Hold on...is he hard?! From this?! No way!

"That's b-b-because you're making me like this!" Rust yelled, clearly embarrassed and tried his best to look mad, making the red dragon laugh at him. This got the blond glare at him. "S-stop laughing!!"

"So cute. I don't think I will let you go now. Ever." Then the blond is flipped over on his stomach. Head down and knees up. "H-huh?! What are you doing now?!" He heard a tore of fabric as his rear is now exposed. The pants were ripped and discarded.

"Just exploring...more, my little knight" That's what the blond heard before he felt something inside his ass making him cry out. Something long and thick making him gasp and shouts.

"Ack! Knock it off....wh-what are you doing..AH?!" He felt digits inside him, stroking and rubbing, making him blush and pant. He covers his mouth, and he hears the lewd wet sounds from the fingers going thoroughly in his ass.

"So wet down there too." He heard the dragon speaks while he thrusts his fingers in and out of the knight.

"Augh...Craaaaazy bastard...ah..." Rust uttered. He grips at anything he can. Like pieces of his armor and whatnot. He grits his teeth when the fingers are deep inside of him, searching for something. But what? The answer came in a form of a shock when the dragon's fingers slammed inside of him. A blissful tingle went up his spine, making him jolt, arch his back, and cry out loudly.

"W-what?" He looks confused at what he's feeling as his face flushes red, looking over his shoulder. What does it feel so good all of a sudden?

"Looks like I found it. Your sweet spot~."

"M-mmy what?!" Rust feels a tingle of pleasing sensation throughout his body when the fingers are rubbing at a certain spot. "A-ah...stop. Don't touching there! It is making me feel weird!"

"Why not? Seems like you like it." The dragon chuckles before slamming his fingers at the nub once more, making the knight jolt and cry out hotly. Rust tries to pull himself together.

"I-i-don't..the hell are you...hnnng..saying..??" Rust said this while hips unwittingly bucking backwards to get more of it. The dragon laughs again. "That's not what you're doing! Your hips are moving towards me."

"S-shut the hell up!!" Rust yelled. "You damn assho-AH!" He cries out when the dragon does it again. "You can tell me to shut up but there is no denying it." Said the dragon as he continues to open the knight up, hoping to strip more of mental armor down before he gets to the main course.

"Aahhh...fuck yoooou.." Rust groaned.

"Oh...I am planning to do that." Davion licked his lips. Rust widens his eyes at this. What the hell?! What the hell is wrong with this dragon???

"What the hell?! Aren't you going to eat me?!"

He laughs again. "I am. I am going to eat you up." He goes to turn him around on his back and places Rust's legs over his shoulders making the knight nervous as he goes to try to move his legs but the dragon grasps them tightly. "No. None of that." The red monster growls. The blond can't see what's going on. Then his world is turned almost upside down while he is pulled towards him. He can his feel breath between his legs. What is he planning to do!? The answer came when the blond felt something warm and moist in his nether regions making him cry out. Huh?! He jolted in surprise. What is going on?!

He heard something slurping and weird lewd sounds. What the hell?! Wait...is that his?! Rust blushes red. He realizes what is happening. He goes to move his feet but it didn't do anything only to encourage the dragon further push his tongue deep into his hole, touching his warm hole. "Mmmhmmm...so sweet" The dragon hums, continuing to open it up.

"Ah..stop! It's so weird! What are you doing to mmmmee! Nuugh!." Rust yelled, getting hard to control his moans.

"Eating you. It's just you taste so good, little knight. You taste like sweetness with a hint of spiciness. Tastes like dark chocolate with bit of hazelnut." The dragon teases making Rust blush even further.

"Stop saying weird stuff!! Let go!!" He cried dramatically. The dragon returns by leaning in and eating him out once more with his tongue.

"Mmfmmm...hnnng" The young man drools with his eyes rolling back as he twitches while he is trembling from the oddly good sensations. God. Why does it feel so weird and so good? How can he like this?! Then he felt something coming out of him.

"Ah...ah...wait..wait...something is coming out!" Rust warns but the red dragon keeps on going, knowing exactly what is about to happen. His draconic tongue continues to prod further and further, hitting that small nub making the knight come onto himself with a moan. Ropes of cum hit his own chest as his cock is dripping wet. He is gasping in disbelief.

"Look at that. You must feel good after cumming..." He said making Rust grits his teeth. "S-shut up!" The response he got is that the dragon continues the onslaught of his entrance with his tongue making him hiss and thrash. "AAAH~!" How long is it anyway?! Rust cries out in a way he never felt this feeling before. He whines and cries. His body burns for this ongoing sensation as his hole twitches from the licking. "Ha...ha...ha"

It went on for a while and soon Rust is growing weak and so his legs. His own length is fully erect from the treatment and his hole is quivering. The dragon pulls back, drops his knees, and licks his lips. "Now it's time..."

"Huh?" Rust felt his legs laid down and spread apart. He became dizzy from the punishment of the dragon's tongue him. But then he feels something more hotter than his tongue. It feels hard and big near his rear. His hole twitches in anticipation. Huh?! He slowly looks towards and widens his eyes at what he's seeing. "Wa-wait...hold on." He gulps, "T-that...won't fit. You're too big. It will not...."

"It will fit. After all...I was prepping all that for this." He said as he is stroking his own lenght waiting for a chance like this. The hard girth is throbbing and heated, making the blond blush hard.

"A-are you crazy?! It won't freaking fit!" Rust shouted making the dragon chuckle and whispers. "Call me crazy all you want. I am already excited and you're already liking this." Then he grips his hips. "Your little friend down there is telling me so." Referring to his own cock, giving a little stroke making the blond yelp a little. "Now take deep breathes..." He lets go and goes to line up his length at his entrance and proceeds to enter. "Hold on...a second. You're too-ugh...hnnng- fuck!" Now the tip is being pushed in. The blond felt his hips being held as the dragon keeps pushing himself inside of him.

"Ah....hnnng...mmrmm!" The blond's face flushes red as he lets out breathes as turns his head around, letting out pants as his body shivers. He hears the dragon growl making his way in. Inch by inch and bit by bit. The process is strenuous but soon with a snap of his hips. Davion thrusts into him fully making the knight gasp out loudly. The knight can finally feel how full and big inside of him.

'O-oh fuck! He's really inside of me! He's bigger than I thought. Ahhh...so hard and strong too~augh...what the hell?!' Rust thought as he lets out a gasp as his hole is twitching at the dragon's girth inside of him. His body is trembling. The dragon sees a small lump inside the knight's lower abdomen. Davion pulls out slowly and then with an exhale of breath, he snaps his hips forward making Rust yelp tightening and twitching making the dragon wince at how tight he is. "Damn...you're really tight." He sees the blond whose hazel blue eyes are now half-lidded and gritting teeth, almost looking feral with his messy hair. Seeing this, he makes to get a good hold of him by snaking his hands and holding him by the lower waist. This little knight is so adorable.

"Ha...ha...ha..." Rust panted as there is drool at the corner of his mouth, his eyes unfocused and his eyes shuddering at the sensation.

He looks so wonderful under him, twitching and writhing under him while his hole is so warm and so tight. He goes to test by pulling out a little and thrust into him making the blond yelp once more. The dragon waits for the other to adjust a little before he gives a few more tries. Soon, the dragon is slowly thrusting in and out of the knight with a groan, developing a rhythm as he is loving the wet warmth inside of him. Hearing the blond's groans and hiss as he is covering his face with his arms wearing the gauntlets while his breath hitches.

"How are you feeling, little knight?"

"Fuuuck youuu...mmmm...damn dumb dragon bastard.' The blond groaned with a retort,.

"Already doing that." He chuckles as he keeps thrusting into him deeper while holding onto him. Rust can hear the wet lewd noises coming out between them making him feel hot. "Grrrr... ha" He growls as he turns his head to the side gritting his sharp canine teeth, trying to endure it.

"Fighting back? Don't worry, I make sure you will be marked, little knight. You'll be mine soon enough. I can't wait to hear what you sound like with your moans." Davion smiles before leaning licking his chest and caressing his face with

"Ugh! Won't break, y-you bastard." He glares at him before biting his finger down, drawing a bit of blood. "I-I...was training a lot f-for this! I can handle what ya dish out! After this, I'm going to slay y-you." Rust glares despite his face flushed pink.

"Oh?" Davion stops for a moment making the knight dumbfounded before... "Then let's see if your training pays off then!" Davion slams down his hips hitting that nub making Rust cry out loudly and arches his back and goes to insert his finger further into his mouth. The blond is gasping towards the cavern ceiling. He shut his eyes tightly while feeling the dragon thrusting inside of him again. He can handle this! He's strong after all. No way...he would lose to this dragon! No way in hell!

Davion sees he has a challenge below him. It made him very aroused. He now wants to dominate this little knight and claim him as his own. He wonders how long he last before he begs.

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Time passes. Rust wasn't sure how much time passes in this cave but...he knows he already came twice or three times?! He can't tell..but he knows this damn dragon hasn't even finished! Now he is about to come a fourth time!

"Aahhh~" Rust moaned with his leg up over the dragon's shoulder and one leg on the floor while the dragon is grunting and thrusting into him non-stop making him cry and moan. The blond can feel his balls hitting his rear.

After the blond came at the second round and feel him pulling out, he felt it was over until he was turned over on his stomach and he slams his cock right back inside of him making him moan. Rust is surprised by this before he got pounded so hard. The smack between their hips hitting each other is echoing throughout the cave making him more heated and blush red. He can't help but look down and sees his own cock flopping back and forth. Then he felt a powerful thrust striking at a peculiar spot that made him moan out loudly to the air. He came a second time. He is gasping and drooling on top of his hoard. He got turned around before they went for a third round.

When he came for the third time, he felt something filling up inside of him making him shudder and moan. It's so hot. It felt....some kind of heat that is claiming his insides. It's like a damn hot spring that feels so right! "Oh fuck....what...what is t-this?"Rust curses, trying to understand this as he panted heavily.

"That's my dragon heat...little knight." Said Davion. "Does it feel good?" He whispered.

Rust bit his bottom lip and didn't say anything, not wanting to give him an answer. He growls as a response. He heard a chuckle behind him before he tells him this. "Don't worry. You will get more of it soon. We dragons have a lot of stamina, so we don't get tired. We have a long night ahead of us."

"Y-you what?!" Rust exclaimed now in disbelief.

And thus, Rust is in for a long night.

In this sideways position, this is the fifth round. Or sixth?! Each round is longer than the last one. Davion keeps on slamming into him and every time he hits a spot that Rust can't describe. It is driving him crazy! He...he...can't get enough of it.

"Augh! D-damn it! Why are ya not finished?!" Rust cried. Davion grunts as he keeps on going. He can see the perspiration already set in making the blond's hair go damp, covering his eyes. He can see the drool coming out of his mouth and sometimes...he can see his hazel blue eyes half-lidded and now dazed behind his blond locks. The dragon chuckles hearing his outburst, "Like I told you, little knight." He reminds the blond, increasing the pace of his pounding to fast and hard, "Dragons have a lot of stamina to burn through. I'm really hungry for you." He grunts and keeps on pounding into the blond over and over.

"Hnng!" Rust lets out more moans and his breaths became pitched, he became dazed by the pleasure where all his spots are being hit.

"Grooah....so strong yet so hot and tight." He pulls out turning him on his stomach, "I can't stop breeding into you." He whispered in his ear, covering his back with his body and plunging his cock back in. Rust moans. He took hold of the blond's wrists tightly. He growls. "You're mine now." He pulls Rust a few inches up from the soft nest and he thrusts into him hard, making him cry out and shed tears of pleasure while holding onto his wrists like handles. "That's right! Cry for me!" He yelled.

Rust moans nonstop. He closes his eyes and lets it out. There is nothing to muffle his mouth. Every shock and jolt is breaking his mind. It felt so amazing! Damn. Is this what fighting a dragon is like??! Fuck, fuck, fuck, f-

"Fuck!" Rust moaned to the cavern ceiling. His stomach is burning. Aching for something! "P-please...please!"

"Please what?" Davion stops him making the blond thrash a little.

"Just....give mmm..me..." Rust grips on the fabric. "Your....ha..ha.." Rust panted, trying to string words together. He needs it.

"You what?" He starts to grind against him. "I need to hear you say it clearly..." He whispered. To which, Rust growls and yells,

"Ugh! I can't take it anymore, you stupid dragon!" He slams his fist on the carpet, "Just...just give it to me already! Your dragon heat! It burns! My stomach burns! I-I need your dragon heat! It's ugh.." The blond can't explain it but the dragon knows what he means.

"Understood. I will grant your request, little knight." Davion said before he went back into it. "So greedy..aren't you?" He growls, slamming his hips down.

"Ha...ah....ah...ooh....mfmmm!" Rust moaned with his eyes half-widened. Anytime the dragon hits that sweet spot, he moans so loudly that his pupils dilated and his tongue almost sticks out. It made him cry and moan as he hangs his head.

"Almost there~. You ready?"

"Y-yes! I'm ready! Please!" Then his head is turned a bit and his lips touch something soft. Davion kisses him making the blond's eyes widen. The knight can taste the smoke from his mouth. The sweetness and a hint of spice made him dazed even further. Cinnamon, honey and milk. It is like tasting his flames. The dragon breaks the kiss. "Good to hear." He smiles before he brings him up and has him sit down on his lap getting his cock deeper inside of him. This made the blond throw his head back and moan out loud.

"So tight..." Davion groaned before he thrusts upwards inside of him while keeping his hips down, forcing him to bounce on his cock. Rust cries and lays his back against his chest. His hair hides his eyes as his lips parted, letting out strings of moans. "Ah.....I'm close." Davion whispered at his ear, pounding into him harder and harder.

"P-please!" Rust begged with tears in his eyes because of his spot being hit so deep and harder. He

Davion growls as he goes harder, wanting to claim this knight. He is now giving him strong thrusts and makes he hit the same spot that is making the knight beg for his heat. "Here it comes. Take it all!" He said before biting down on his neck and giving one powerful thrust making the blond scream in pleasure and cums onto the floor. The dragon follows by spilling his heat into the knight once more. Rust lets out a strangled moan as he shudders, feeling the hot load inside of him. He lays against the dragon's chest as he is panting heavily with his eyes closed.

He felt his hair being caressed.

"Not bad. How about one more time?"

Huh?! Rust widens his eyes before Davion starts up again, going for a fifth round, slamming his hips upwards making the blond moan.

Time passes...

Rust panted heavily as he is on the dragon's chest exhausted from the whole ordeal. He never thought he came to a lot of times. His hair is ruffled, his eyes became dilated and his legs are shivering from the great orgasm he wouldn't believe.

"Amazing. You managed to keep up with me. You're the only knight I ever like so far." The dragon chuckles while rubbing his back as he had him turned and have him on his arms. Feeling his chest on his chest.

"I-i am...not..." The blond grips his shoulders.

"Hm?" He hears a sniffle.

"Not a knight...you crazy bastard." Rust sniffles,"I am just here to save my village damnit it." He said. "I'm just a stupid moron who is good at fighting some stupid goblins and orges. I thought if I beat you. I can help my village and get the respect it deserves so we can get help from our shitty kingdom or maybe get those damn bandits off our back. Shit, bandits took over my town, and they have an asshole mage with them. I thought... I had a chance after all that training and it's my chance to save them. Now I'm weak as shit! How can I go back now?! I hope you're happy!" Rust yelled angrily. But the blond is more angry at himself. For being so weak. For failing his village. He can't do anything right.

Davion is surprised to hear so he asks, "So you're not a knight?"

"That's what I said! Even though my last name is freaking Knight!" Rust said, angrily as he has tears in his eyes.

The dragon hears this and he couldn't believe it. He is not a knight? He didn't know he fought a villager. Still...it explains everything. His language, his fighting style, and his attitude. That is why he interests him right now.

With a sigh, the dragon goes to pat his head, he caresses his head gently. "I see. Then how about I help you?" He suggested.

"Huh?!" Rust blinked, looking up to him.

"It's the least I can do to help. After all, you managed to give it your all and out of everyone, nobody punches me like that. Not even a knight. You're more braver than I thought. So how about I help you?" The dragon smiles.

"A dragon helping..me? But why? I was here to slay you. Aren't you pissed off?" Rust looks confused.

"Not anymore. I was bored of all the knights challenging me to be honest. But you caught my eye and you were good." This got the blond to blush. Besides...I think I like you. What's your name, little knight?"

"R-rust..it's Rust." He answers. "B...but I am not a knight."

"Rust." He said his name, liking it. He goes to sit up and has the blond in his arms. "It's fine but you're a knight to me. If anything, I admire your bravery and you're doing this to save your village. Most knights are here to kill me for fame or try to get in good standing with the king. You don't look like you care about that." Davion goes to wipe away his tears and kisses on top of his head. "Now let's get you clean up." He stands up and takes the blond in bridal style, taking him to a lake nearby to wash him.

"After that, I will help out your village. Does that sound? Hm?" The dragon looks to see the blond fast asleep or rather fainted. Probably exhausted from the journey, the fighting, and the rounds of sex he went through with him. Rust is asleep making the dragon chuckle and pushes his blond bangs away to see his peaceful expression.

"What an adorable little knight. From now on, you've been marked. You're now mine." He said as he ventures down to the cavern.

To be continued???

[greykolla-art]

“And they both had a lovely time, the end!”🌹

I’m going insane, just so you know.

Only TWO WEEKS UNTILL MY BABIES RETURN!

[jhalya]

🪟 Window Cleaner Hal can fix anything.

🍋💦 NSFW

🔗Read on AO3.

[blushblushdrabbles]

Wanted to post some n/s/f/w headcanons for our boy Logan here. Probably will be a first part of a series of naughty headcanons for him!

Logan is definitely a switch, more leaning towards a top, but he likes it when you try to lead.

He is quite experienced in the bedroom. (wink wonk) So if you're someone who's not experienced he'll want to make this your perfect first time.

He loves foreplay.

Will make sure you’re comfortable having sex; makes sure you aren’t hurting or anything.

Likes missionary because he gets to see your face and stare into your eyes, also kissing uwu, tho he doesn’t hate it when you ride him, he likes the view he gets. Honestly any way to see your face he'll go for it.

Can be rough but only if you want it, doesn’t really like hitting your butt or anything like that, but isn’t afraid to try things with you. On that note he's not overtly kinky but isn't afraid to get tied up or tie YOU up.

Looooooves to take care of you afterwards

Will worship the ever loving shit out of your body.

Likes giving and receiving head, especially giving as he wants to pleasure you alot.

[parvuls]

bitty's porn star niche is bendy positions. most men aren't super flexible and bitty can pretty much get his limbs to go wherever he wants with some yoga and warm up beforehand

jack's porn star niche is taking monster dicks. he did some dp videos early on and didn't really like the dynamic of a threesome, but once he starts taking a dildo alongside the real thing it becomes obvious that his ass is just as much of an overachiever as its owner

[antvnger]

*Chomp appears, with his face painted as well*

"Mwargh"

Oh nooooo. She got you too?

Poor Chomp, I’m sorry.

[xxthefairywitchxx]

daily Jaden pic until the figure I've had on preorder for 13 months releases, day 13

I don't much reckon he likes this one…

[jhalya]

🥂 Galadriel and Halbrand attend an office party.

🏡 Annoying Hot Neighbour AU

🍋💦 NSFW

🔗 Read on AO3.

[raelyn-dreams]

Template here!

[lionofstone]

i LOVE hosting i don’t think u understand i spent my afternoon gathering supplies and now im Ready for a festive mocktail party with my friends !!! I have a cheeseboard, grapes, bread and oil. i have it set up so they’ll come in an immediately be handed a drink. once everyone is here i have a little present for each of them. after that we’ll go upstairs to the kitchen for the snacks & more drinks & conversation. i have candles burning, the fireplace is on, everything else is lit by christmas lights. music is playing. i am Ready

[lemongrablothbrok]

It's only a matter of time before I start talking about Robert Plant the way John Oliver talks about Adam Driver.

[ronansquest]

Salvation Burns

"What was your plan with the Duke?” Njike asked, standing over the bound and naked Succubus.

On the table, the succubus struggled with her restraints. Her arms and tail had been stuck through holes in the back and chained to the floor beneath it. The table itself was set at an angle so that her feet touched the floor, each locked into its own short length of chain that gave her enough room to struggle, but not enough that she could actually close her legs. Her eyes, an unnatural purple, flicked from the cleric’s face to the unlit candle in her hand, a thick cylinder of pure white wax. Njike thought she saw something flicker behind those eyes.

“Yes,” She said, wiggling the candle back and forth, “this is blessed wax. I got from the chapel not an hour ago. If you do not tell me what you were planning, I promise you will feel its bite.” “Torture?” Amusement rolled through the demon’s words. “You think pain scares me, cleric? You know nothing of pain! I can endure more than you or your kind can do in a hundred years.” “Debatable.” Njike said. “However, pain is not my only tool.” Reaching with her free hand, she released the clasp of her holy robs, letting them fall away. Beneath them she wore a black leather bodice that lifted and displayed her modest breasts beautifully. The symbols of her five gods made up the silver clasps of the bodice, and scriptures were stitched in gold along the sides. Letting the demon drink it in, Njike ran the fingers up the naked skin of the demon’s inner thigh. “I’ve learned much from your kind, creature. Your kind wield pleasure and seduction as weapons, and yet that is a two edged sword. One I have found to be as useful to me as it is to you. Last chance before we start, tell me what your intentions were with the duke and I shall simply banish you back to your unholy home. Make me extract the information, and your remaining time on this plane shall be spent as my plaything. And I promise, by the end, you will be begging me to let you stay by my side.” 

The succubus smirked. She’d said similar things to countless mortals. The fact that this redheaded holy woman thought she could match herself to her was laughable. “I wanted to break his little mind.” She said, letting her contempt show in her voice. “There was no grand plan. I was simply bored. If you’re really curious, cleric. I was going to make him my pet. Lead him around on a little leash while he kissed my feet. It’s all you mortals are good for after all.”

“Very well. If that is your answer.” Njike lit the candle with a short prayer. “Let us begin.”

*****

The succubus hissed as a trio of fresh drops splashed against her naked breast. They burned hotter than any wax should have, the blessing on the candles making them do what normal heat could not. Dozens of cooled white dots marked her, pale splashes against the muted crimson of her demonic skin running in a line from her inner thigh, up her belly and over one breast. Njike continued to move her hand in a slow circle, dribbling a circle around the demon’s dark nipple without ever actually touching the sensitive mound. Instead, she bent forward and kissed it once the circle was complete, letting the wax dry completely before starting her next pass.

She hadn’t repeated her questioning once she’d started, working in silence so she could better gauge the demon’s reactions to her efforts. Now as she brought her lips away, she noted that she’d left the nipple erect. They were making progress. Positioning the candle over it, she paused, looking demon in the eye. Those eyes had held defiance when they’d started. Now there was something else behind. Another good sign. Moving slowly, still holding the succubus’s eye, she tipped the candle to the side, letting the wax bead visibly in the bowl around the wick, pausing just another moment. The delay was minimal, but it gave the demon just enough time to strain in her restraints, twisting to catch the falling bead squarely on her areola.

This time the hiss that followed still held pain, but it held something else as well. Njike had her. Tipping the candle further, she allowed another three drops to fall, each one eliciting a hungry sound as they hit. Good. Moving once again, she retraced her earlier path, drawing a fresh line of white spots leading from the demon’s now heaving chest down over her belly, making her way slowly towards her crotch. A crotch that grew closer as the demon twisted again, trying to get the wax where she wanted it. Njike let her have two. The drops landed within a few inches and the succubus moaned. Njike righted the candle immediately, causing the next bead to roll down the side and over her own finger. She ignored the spike of pain. The demon’s eyes had closed as she’d rolled her hips, now they flew open, finding Njike staring right back at her. The cleric smiled, and that smile sent shivers through the succubus. They both knew what that moan had meant. 

Moving around to stand over the foot of the table, Njike held the candle directly over the succubus’s crotch. The demon went perfectly still, her eyes shifting from Njike’s to the flickering golden light of the candle’s flame. Moving very slowly, Njike let a single drop fall.

The demon screamed.

***

A few hours later, Njike emerged from the temple’s cellar, her holy robes restored, the stub of the candle cradled in one hand. In the other hand she held the end of a leash, a braided leather affair that stretched back behind her to where it connected with a steel collar. A collar fitted snugly around the throat of the succubus. 

The priest in charge of the temple looked from Njike to the demon and back, his eyes growing wide. “Sister, is…” “The threat is over, brother. You may let the duke go. This one was unable to complete her seduction before my intervention. Had she succeeded, she’d have instructed the duke to impose certain new taxes and restrictions that would have created considerable unrest among the people they impacted. Then, in a few months, another member of her cult would have arrived to point the finger at you and the temple as the sources of the duke’s change of mind. When she does not report however, they will know their efforts here have failed. Keep an eye on the duke for a few weeks and I believe the danger should pass.” “Thank you, sister.” The priest looked marginally more relieved. His eyes drifted back to the demon. “What will you..?” “I am not done with this one. Yet. She is going to lead me to the local meeting place for her cult that I may cleanse this heresy before I leave the region. Isn’t that right, creature?”

“Yes, mistress.” “See.” Njike inclined her head to the priest. “Thank you for the use of your cellar and your candle. They were both of great use.”

She left before he could ask another question, the succubus crawling behind her, occasionally kissing her feet.

Art Credits go to @ayaletnihazi for Njike's art, and to Kinky Queen for the succubus.

[astralnymphh]

fuck and pretend ౨ৎ

𖤐 .ellie williams with a breeding kink⊱.

౨ৎ "gon' make you a baby mama, hm?" 🌸

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⋆' summary; bright blessings, aphrodite. hazy harbor of your lust, loose ribbons, and smooth touch. a strawberry sun kisses the earth with its sunset, a gradient so divinely captured above your picket fence visible from the kitchen window. a front row seat to dusk settling as you get fucked, the soppy wet clashing of your loins erupts. ellie, with her goddess given right, will knock you the hell up.

⋆' cw; dom!ellie, horndog!ellie, farm!ellie, breeding kink obv, depictions of cum + spit + nipple play + slight food play + spanking + fondiling + very slight lactation kink + rough mannerisms + dirty talk + rough talk + cum kink-ish + gentle dominance + cocktip teasing + strap sex + fingering (r, barely) + finger sucking + multiple positions (bent over, on the counter) , 'her cock' used more than 'strap', some plot + backstory, very detailed descriptions of fucking, smut heavy, reader has fem style/wears skirt, petnames; babe, baby, mama(kinda), slut, whore(not in dialogue), bitch(not in dialogue)

⋆' pairing; farm!ellie x housewife!reader

⋆' a/n; i'm horny. ⋆' wc: 6.7k ellie's masterlist 𖤐

a brilliant orb in the sky permeates a hot singe to your skin, making a day meant for mundane mutilation of vegetable roots drinking up the rich soil, dreadful. oh how you longed to be inside with your girlfriend, ellie, the rufescent headed mutt that pawed you to take a break, on the bed, in her lap. 'later, baby.', you just had to say that. but no, you just had to work, huh? the autumn sun bearing tidings of a good harvest just had to sing an enchanting tune, lulling you to the outdoors.

a heap of green already lines your wheelbarrow, a yelling chance to dip and jump into ellie's arms, who ensconces her bottom to the pleasures of a springy sofa in the family room, scribbling away matters that clot her noggin. oh, it would be so divine to just die of exhaustion in her grasp, straddling that tepid lap beckoning a cozy seat, melding your fingertips with the tense ache that mantles her neck, while she lewdly palpates the chub fat of your ass she deems 'a cute tush' with those strapping hands of hers.

"fuck it." the barrows handles drop to the grassy ground, giving the produce in the basin a bit of a bumpy ride.

the most salivating notion wins, food, fucking food. you burst into that kitchen with a sugar craving, a hellacious craving that puppeteers your fingers to fondle the beige flour into a meshy dough, powdering up your fingertips til it caked under your nail. eugh. 

 a strawberry and cream pastry of crispy golden beige delight is your end goal, pictured to be a celestial five star treat in your rather delusive fantasies. the butts of ruby strawberries stabbed through as you pull the stems out, gleaming juices of a translucent pink coating up your fingers so sweetly, you just had to pop them in your mouth. sucking all that flavor off, like a fuckin' lollipop.

you drift your finger out clean, a long smack squeaking from your lips, and then hum in rumination, "hmm, lemons– or no lemons? lemons.. or no lemons?" quietly spoken, tossing your eyes between a ripe lemon and the pulped strawberry.

"no lemons," ellie, bearing the element of surprise, intrudes on your introspection. speaking with a low, coarse timbre, pitch breathy, "hi babe." her body is then suddenly pressed into your backside, hand slithering down your hip and caressing your pantyhose– clad thigh gently. 

"oh shit– ellie!" you yelp, instinctively pushing your rump back on her groin devoid of purpose, "ya' spooked me.." a throaty whine thrums from you.

"nah– u're just easily spooked." her brows pinch opposingly, slowly creeping her jaw in the cornered nook of your neck, parched lips nipping the flesh with summery hot licks.

"hehe– that tickles.." you jerk away slightly from her scruffy tuft of coppery hair like a plume stroking your skin.

a smile grows pliable against your skin, "good.." muffled ellie, wet smacks eliciting from her hungry latch.

"bored of ur' journal?"

"uh–huh.."

"or just happy that I'm here?"

"mhm.." she dozily agrees, slinking her head off your scruff, "missed you' out there."

"oh, i bet." you frolick kittenly, snatching up the same strawberry you pulped through earlier to cut it, "got fucking tired of hauling that barrow 'round anyway." you complain, speaking with discernable strain in your tune.

"hmm." she hums in consideration, worried about the amount of work you lug on your shoulder from a day–to–day basis, "l'mme help." 

her fingers cottonly twine through yours, biceps hugging yours, chin perched softly upon your neck, taking both the strawberry and knife from you and cutting it deftly, chhp, chhhp, chop!– goes the sound of buttery slices.

you slump your head aside, just relishing the warmth for a moment, at genuine peace that your girlfriend was there. she was so soft with you, softer than petals, gently domineering at any split mention of fatigue. laying the midday away on the couch? joins you instantly, pressing and kneading the tender skin of your swollen feet while discussing more than humdrum topics. stomach rumbling loud enough to raise the dead? she immediately rounded the kitchen's trim to cook you a plethora of meals, taking every picky craving into heavy consideration. indecisive about your outfit? she would glide an oaken chair up to the dresser, plant you on her lap– in your undergarments, and choose what she personally fancies, sneaky hand groping your thigh.

"there you go." she mutters ardent to your shoulder with throaty rasp, knife clanking as she sets it aside.

"thanks baby.."

"n'problem.." her lips fumble the words, settling on bespattering the biome of your stretched neck with wet kisses– subtly hungry ones, and reposes her arms to slink over your hips, enticing them closer into her groin.

you scoop one pile of diced strawberries into the gullies of both palms, letting them plummet into a plastic green mixing bowl, plop.. plop, humming a tune, "hmmmm…hhmhmmm…" 

you hear her chuckle, a small vibration amassing the length of your skin with an accompanied smile growing.

"you laughin' at my song?"

"mhh, that's not a song." she criticizes, lips pursing into a bud.

"hmph, rude." you circle your eyes in offense, faintly swaying your hips while you pestle the fruit into a sweet puree.

her hips react and ungulate a sluggish grind into your rump, acting impassive to it, "s'bored.." she croaks, clammy forehead sticking to your jaw.

"hmm?"

she doesn't clarify, instead, begins to nick your neck with pinched lips, letting the skin gingerly spring out each time. her hips, however, grow rough– wanton. little bounces of her humps smush your thighs into the counter, mind clearly anchored in her imagination.

"els?"

her relentless chafing continues, piling up the fabric of your skirt into a creased mess which only gets worse when her hand wedges between your bodies, palming her crotch with a few squeezes, "mhhn.." 

your fingers nearly slip off the pestle, the stimuli of her humps withering away that poise calmness, "baby.." you whine.

"so, so– bored, baby." her grubby mitts fall and knead the shallow flesh of your hip bones, applying detectable pressure in the crevice beneath your hip bone. smutty, balmy prints sunk into your skin.

this fucking horndog, this auburn maned lovergirl could never let you rest on a busy afternoon like today. all the time, she was just pleading for pussy– pussywhipped, grinding her pelvis on your thigh amidst cuddling, to nudging your butt against her groin with both hands, whenever you bend over. you can hear the indecencies boiling on her wicked tongue right about now, pleading for a tryst.

a long suspire whorls from your nostrils as you turn in her embrace, nudging her fervid laps off.

she pouts a petulance, wet lips sheer in the frosty panes light, "why'd you move?"

"talk t'me," wisped sweet like honey, "what's on your mind?" you lace your fingers with hers, swinging your linked hands side to side playfully.

she pours a groan out, screwing her lids tight and throwing her head back, "baaabbee.." ellie was plagued, at minimum. lewdly plagued. a notion that topped her mind and wouldn't let go.

you thought it was, temptingly cute. the way she reels her head back down, jarring her weary eyes open to beadily gaze upon you, lips parting moistly.

"i have this.." a sharp gust waves off her throat, humbled to even say this, "dirty fuckin' idea.."

"enlighten me."

"i just think.." her eyes deviate from yours, staring at the cupboard, "you'd be really hot as a mama." a hint of smokiness grits in her voice, gazing at you with the most haunting bedroom eyes known to womankind.

"oh really? that's illuminating." you knit your brows, feigning marvel.

"tcch–" her textured lips creak into a cresten grin, hissing shortly, "like.." her fingers flee yours, drifting two brawny grips on your waistline, inching closer with each idea she lists, "i could take care of you, start baths for you, cook you meals and carry you to–"

you intervene gently, "you say it like you can get me pregnant." and laxly cross your arms.

her forehead creases in offense, "uh, i mean," and eyes barrel roll to the ceiling, then on you, chiseling a smirk opulent with smutty intention, "don't need a baby t'do.. whatever."

"whatever?" your tune curls.

"could just.." she pulls your groin snug to hers, pelvis protruding farther than her torso, thighs melding together, "fuck, and pretend." 

you blush, mouth gaping in muted elation observing the way she pushes her crotch into you, "so foul.." you giggle.

"so?" a hand lifts from your hip, notching your chin firmly up to face her, "can i convince you?"

"how?"

an absolutely mischievous look casts over her features at that 'how?' , prominent dimples that plot her next words to flow out.

"here," she releases your chin and swipes a grip on your wrist, jerking you forward as she tugs that hand between her legs, "feel that, baby?" whispering a fingerbreadth away, toasty breath misting like perspiration on your earlobe.

you palpate the inseam, knobbing over a phallic bulge with her hand guiding you. oh my goddess, she's been wearing that shit all day.

"can i fuck y'with it, hmm?" she begs, voice drenched with silken clemency, and leathery callousness– control awaiting your word, lips of coquetry avid to your ear.

truth of the matter, at the back of her perv–diluted noggin, she knows she can't exactly get you pregnant. however, that's the hidden perk nobody talks about. play the part, make it feel real, and it still sticks the same. she can fuck you over, and over– and over again, sow her seed and never reap the physical consequences.

that girl can pretend well.

you feel the heat clump on your cheeks, turned on by her forthright request, "here?" you question foxily, feeling the excitement slowly trickle through your loins.

"yeah– right on this fuckin' counter." unfiltered and dirty, so suddenly, so tantalizing. her hands pitch up and draw upon your skin like a woven page, lurking the entire span of both arms around your hips.

"god, els.." you cling your arms around her nape, chest pressing firmly on hers, "i'd fucking love that." 

her face lit up brighter than all the stars combined. reclining brows, smug–smothered eyes, and the most uneven smirk to ever jerk her lips. a brightness– so carnal.

"yes.." sounded so relieved in her breathy mutter, wetting her chapped lips before she slinks onto yours, dragging hers over the plush of your buds with a passion.

"mhh..mh.." you moan onto her lips, pushing with tantamount force to her hungry kisses.

a wet smack snaps the huddled space as she parts, "can taste those strawberries, ooh~" she huskily frisks with arching brows, returning to your lips with a pucker and slobber.

all during your tepid makeout eggs you both on, pink muscles entwining, mouths nearly trying to swallow each other up, bodies rocking like a ship riding the tide– her willowy digits tuck under the fat of your asscheeks, groping and pulling the two globes apart in rounded circles tight enough to cleft the chub with creases, frilly fabric of your skirt snagging on the ridge of her bouncing palms.

"love' this cute tush." she states with a satisfied scratch in her voice, a deep laugh gusting onto your lips.

"a fuckin' slut for it huh?" 

"yeah baby!" she halfway hollers into your mouth, gripping your asscheeks like crab claws and giving a good shake– featherlike slap included.

you buck your ass out for her usage, urged to wave your hips in a figure eight motion, which she really likes, too much maybe. a booming smack! resounds the kitchen as her hand draws back to indulge a harsher slap, rubbing the red streak left in its path.

you yelp throatily, spitting from her avid lips, "fuck! ellie.."

"hey– c'm back here." her head follows your retreating one, plastering your mouth sealed and tongue–fucking you with that pushy muscle worming past your teeth.

her horny ass just kept spanking both cheeks, which triggered a proud "mmm.. mhm…" to intone on your lips as you jolt in reaction, caressing the flush heat gathered by each whack.

"more?"

"ghhnn– elli.."

"fuckin' take more." she veers that hand back and lands another blow, creeping over your shoulder to perv at the nylon–confined skin. right, your pantyhose.

you tuck and bat your lashes in the crook of her neck, whining right into the ears eager to hear you break.

but, she couldn't do that with all this fabric, could she now?

"nice.. but.." her grubby claws then prod the cloaked crack of your ass, a shrill ripping through the air as she tears a massive hole in your pantyhose– wholly for better access, now exposing your full behind.

you quench a lapse in your throat, "oh, my god." and peek over to eyeball the torn material, noticing how discolored your butt has become and poking your hip out.

"hurt too much?"

"n–no.." you swallow again, reverting your pupils to her, "hurts just right.."

she smirks merry to one cheek, hollowing an alto, "makes' you a dirty fucking slut, amiright?" spoken on a crescendo, second–guessing with her lips gravitating back to yours, but she pauses.

it dawned on her.

something even more impure tethers her attention, down– down, on that chest of yours.

the rustiling of fabric chafes as her hands slide from torturing that delicate rump further, then splutters, "take ur' fuckin' tits out, 'gunna suck on them." just straight up, stern edge like metal to her tone.

no hesitation hurdles your hands, straying from her neck you pleat your shirt over your head and stretch back to unclasp your bra with a pinch, letting it tumble off your chest and hit the ground with a padded thud. the gale of cold air hardens your nipples, perking up two nice targets for ellie to ogle– both in sight, and in taste.

a sweet– tart taste. 

"hmm," ellie's pupils wander off your drooped chest and fixate on the separate dish of intact strawberries, glowing pink in the dying suns' radiance. her elbows straighten and forearm extends towards these gems of interest, scooping one up with her thumb, index and middle combined.

"what are you doing with my–"

"shh, just watch." her prudent fingers then toughen and squash the berry above your clavicle, letting the barmy pink liquids squeeze through her knuckles and drip onto your chest.

a gasp dries your throat, "ellie!"

a few mashed bits plunk down amongst the heavy fall of berry juices, managing to drizzle down the rise of your breast and split over your nipple. mission success? though now the victim strawberry– squelched to a gross chunk, makes a home chucked into the handy trash bin.

ellie licks her lips and stares dead straight on your hardened nipples. itching for a taste of that strawberry deluge.

"fuck.." her throat quivers, taking no time in searing the distance between her tongue and your breast promptly with a hunched back, bringing her heart–shaped pucker to the strawberry–saturated nub and locking on, sucking hard, making you jerk. ellie definitely has a thing for this.

"was wasting that strawberry– mhhf'– worth it?" you sport a quip quickly, the small vacuum sensation on your nipples only just starting to nip that pleasure kernel in your brain.

it definitely was. cause ellie had already vampire–suckled all the flavor off your bud, now snaking her tongue up the excess stream of juices and retreating back. those juice–coated lips squelch open, muttering, "so' fucking worth it." 

so fucking worth the lady boner penned behind that zinc rivet.

her lips wrinkle around your other nipple, opening and closing her mouth around the bud with a slow nutate of her head. inside her mouth was so warm, so wet, and the fleshy texture of her lips felt fucking riveting. the stimulated twang of salacity brought in the form of sucks and licks has your pussy sappy and caked in precum, and ellie could tell how wet you've gotten by the yearning chafe of your thighs, so she forcefully wedges her knee there– making you grunt at the pressure, and her giggle at your response.

you card your fingers through her hairline, fondling her autumn tuft while she sucks that swelling nipple dry, causing an 'mmhhh.' to vibrate from the depths of her lungs, guttural on your boob. one of her hands rove up and cusps the same boob against the webbing of her thumb and pointer, squeezing the blubber of mass further into her wet rosy hole– like she's genuinely sucking something out of them– thirsty, her parched tongue laps a gloss of gleaming saliva over the bumpy node, determined to have you unravel.

"oh, els.. baby~" you tug on her hair, piqued by the blossoming ache in your clit raring for ellie to just get on with it.

"mhhpghmm.." her lips suction with a pop, roads of ruby red mottled on her cheeks from your angle. so eager to toy with that forming arousal, but with persuasive control.  "s'this convincing enough?"

you toss your head back, extending the curved surface of your neck, "i'm already convinced.." you gasp for air, surfing a breathless moan behind the carry of your voice.

another pop sound has her lips wandering up from that sensitive bump and craning to your lips, taking advantage of the situation. her fantasies overrun that dirty mind of hers, aching mentally– and physically, to have that pussy engulfing her thickset cock. to fuck you raw. fortunate for her, you were already won over by the rough terrain of her tongue setting you over the edge.

"m'kay baby.." her humid syllables shudder over the span of your midface, promptly, churning into a demanding growl. "turn around, n' bend over the counter. doin' it right here, c'mon." her words usher you and fingers force you, contorting your hips with her steely grip without even giving you the chance to move yourself, other hand reaching over to knock the bowl of strawberries– now scattered across the tiles like the starry sky.

you wobble around on your ankles as she bucks you into the counters' rounded steel rim, laying her palm plumb between your shoulder blades and pinning you down, pitching a yelp from you when the cold surface practically freezes your nipples.

that's when you realized, she wasn't playing around.

ellie's spindly fingers pleat your skirt up with a swat, then drift down to catch and tuck in the lacy band of your panties and tug hard, pulling the thread to the point of frayed snapping– without giving you a wedgie– until she could remove it from your hips through the hole in your pantyhose, chucking it somewhere east of you. now she could gape at everything. the bare truth of your engorged pussy rearing for her, splayed out like a whore. nuder than an amaretto.

and it made her giggle in gratification, lugging that adams apple around with her wheezy laugh.

"look at 'chu bent over like this," she gruffily awes at your ass jacked to her hips, golfing up a 'hawwkkk' and a 'puh!' as she aims a spit down the crack of your ass. 

it streamlines through the canyon of your backside 'til it mixes with the slick of your slit. can't let it go to waste, so– she jams the soapy spit into your hole, to which you clamp her in.

a jerky chuckle croaks from her chest, rustiling her mullet with each jounce, "sensitive now, are we?"

"ellie–" 

"okay, okay– i'll stop." she slides her fingers out, popping them in her mouth while she observes you from this lewd position.

in the sorbet light, you were gorgeous. cunt dripping nectar like a waterfall to your thighs, ass hiked up and sloping into the plateau of your back. you looked so perfect. perfect for her hands to melt into. perfect for her cock to sheathe into. just divine. positively divine.

"alright.." her voice rattles deep, slightly muted in a gulp after tasting your cunt on her tongue, swishing her spit around to pick up every note of flavor.

moments later, you hear the metal clank of a buckle jingle from behind, the prongs strike the floor as her jeans clump up at the base of her ankles, blanketing her feet. then, a silicone tip slots it's bulbous nature between the top of your thighs, smacking up onto your slickened labia playfully.

"god– it's like a fuckin' waterpark back here babe."

her feet scoot closer, poking the chub of your globes with her jutting hip crests, enraptured in the pure way your folds already look like they want to swallow her up. they faintly part as the silicone cockhead smears your arousal from clit to hole, hole to clit. a half–moon smile dilates into the apples of her cheeks, prideful. a smirk you can hear loud and clear in her dirty, outrageous comment. 

"gonna knock that pussy up, hmm? gonna fuck a pair of twins in you so good baby~" she coos, delirious seeing the head of her cock slosh around the fat lips of your pussy, grooving two concentrated lines between her brows and wagging her peachy muscle wedged in her lips. she was like a devil in heaven, and you an angel in heat. two strapping grips slap and clutch onto your ass, the fat bulging through each finger gap, calloused fingertips blending with the texture. her knees bend to crouch her hips slightly, dragging the hem of her brown button–down up by the protrusion of your ass as she aligns her frame level to your cunt. one hand drops down to catch hold of the faux cock and toys the rim of your gummy hole, sinking the head in just barely.

your sensitive entrances' involuntary answer to this scant plugging of your hole clenches the tip up fast, sucking it further in. ellie loved that. loved how your pussy was taking her without a halt. a love so dazing, she begins slipping and inserting the head only, eyeing the contracting hole gorging over the rotund spade each and every small thrust.

a whiny complaint trebles off your gullet, "are y'putting it in? baby.. please." but the petulance in your plea just rouses ellie up– excessively.

ignoring you, her focus tunnels solely on the tight hole kissing her cock in intervals, pleating up her earth brown shirt to eye her constricting muscles speckled in freckles, the pale blue–glossy v–line cadreing her hunter green cock that only deepened the lines in her abdomen with each pump. with her gaze aimed downwards, she speaks directly downwards, "be a good pussy and take my cock, yeah?"

that was her game. her conflicting game. the only words you heard before she fastens the dick bulky in her wrapped grip and lugs her entire length inside, blowing your vulva thin with how straining her size was. wow. a sight she froths over.

"mhm–" she continues, tensing her chords up to flow out a breathy, gritty, whisper, "take my cock like a good pussy." 

you feel the force impact your cervix straightaway, globs of clear lubricant slip and pool through the slim opening her cock barely provides and drips onto your thigh, cold and sticky, marks like paint. "ellie– h'oh fuck!" you wail in the stinging sensation of sudden brimming, which only drives her to crack another slap blistering red on your ass, "eeah!" you squeak, tears scorching the shoreline of your blurred eyes.

she wanted a tear to slip out. she wanted a cohesive sign that her cock felt tight, warm, filling. a kind of filling that bumps your stomach, makes you feel pregnant. cause you would be, take my word for it.

ellie analyzes the new ring of creamy serum wrapping her base like a ribbon of white lace, milky delight. it fades as she drags her length out, and bubbles when she sheathes back in. nothing could stop her finger from sampling the slimy slick, but, no. not this time. 

in her mind, that's her precum. her sperm. not a drop should be dripping out of you.

"g'nna fuck my seed– so, so.. deep." 

and by her word, she knurls her torso into a convex bend as she swathes over you, cottony shirt to back, tickling your flesh. like a dog licking your ear, she mashes the lobe of your ear with her soaked lips. chanting a one–lined hymn in your ear as her cock skids along your ridged walls and returns with a pumping rhythm, keeping your pelvis steady in her slack grip.

"makin' you–" slap, slap, slap, "a mama'," plop, plop, plop, "with my c-cock.. no–one else's." her huffs fan the baby hairs near your ear, lips brushing so dearly on the conch. each sticky bop of your hips plays like a hand smacking water, bringing shame to the ears of every wall witnessing this dirtier–than–porn event. 

your features tog up into a woozy countenance. lips wedged open like an orange slice, pupils reading your upper lashes like a string of musical notes, head jiggling with each lavish pump into your pretty little pussy. it feels so fucking good. spurts of pleasure that make you wish on every damnable star for her to actually get you pregnant. the way she fucks you like this, all pathetically horny with her own ass clenching into each thrust. you'd take her babies in a yoctosecond.

her bushy brows curl and furrow in enthrallment, enthralled by every honeyed whimper she pulls out of you with her dick. it fed her ego, the greedy ego telling her she is impregnating you. each vein, bumpy on the creasing skirt of your blushing hole shaped to fit her cock, felt so real– it hurts. ellies' had enough. she skims her palms just a hairbreadth down the planet of your ass to sink her talons in the supple crevice of your hip and thigh, held hard enough to move you. this meant only one thing.

ellie was tired of playing it safe.

her torso pastily unsticks from your back, casting a gray shadow with her hover, grunting, "listen– t'me," her hips sway and punch with heftier, vehement– stickier thrusts, the fat plastic cockhead sending a flux of pressure with each smash into the tacky wall of your vagina, "answer– d'ya think, mhh– our kids will have auburn hair, like me? frhm– freckles, like me? my eyes?" 

the constant abuse to your cervix chokes up your throat, warbling and going "guh, guhp– unh! fhhummk.." with your flaccid lips damp in slob, like a filthy mess of a bitch.

wrong answer. 

you should have just offered up her name in an exaggerated moan instead.

the extent of her hand extracts from your hips– not without her gift of nail–birthed sickles indenting your skin like scales, and coils back to whack your vainly treated glute. it makes your vision go white, tenderizes your skin and makes you scream.

"n–nnono, els–"

"so– no they won't look like me?" she laughs to herself, and it almost sounds– amusingly disappointed.

"n– yes, yes! they w–"

your throat then nearly guzzles her fingers base knuckles deep, muffled and choking on their stacked width.

"just shut up." ellie warns in a gruff. thing is, she knows that as long as her thickset tip keeps slamming into that assaulted cunt– she'll never hear the end of it. and that's the best part. confliction.

the counter was virtually warming up on your compressed cheek from how long you were in that position. slippery sweat dampened a puddle under your face in a thin pellucid coat. from your current view, you could only see her wrist pushing on your chin– cranking your jaw ajar, and her humping motions bleary in your peripherals. not like seeing her was necessary, you already felt her through and through. 

ellie, with her hips strapping you down in prolonged rams that cause a sharp sear on the hind of your thighs, with the downright sedative pleasure brought by the bumping base to her neglected clit, finds herself earnestly thinking about how a family would look on this farm. her baby, growing in you. her kids, skipping through these rustic halls. her wife, devout enough to nurture them through childhood. but on the perverted hand, her cock fucking a future generation into you, 'her' pussy gluttonous enough to consume it up to the hilt, her whore, eager enough to be the cumbucket to breed as she pleases.

she's gonna breed you like the horndog she is.

but you want to be full of her offspring.

"baby–" a stiff moan pours from her lips, and she glides her cock and digits out. snow white cream follows in strings, strung to her shaft and springs out like paint splatter on the ground as her strap bounces down to a flaccid level. wow. she moans again, this time, breathlessly, "baabby.. get'on th' counter.." 

"hmmuh?" flubbed you, barely able to see the picket fence outside the kitchen window through your graying haze– shapes blurred and melted into each other.

"said," the lone grip on your hip is replaced with the clammy bend of her elbow, tucking under your womb and flipping you around, "on' the counter." and lugs you hurriedly onto the sudor–coated surface with her grasp under your knees. her hands flatten on either side of your shaky thighs– vividly like jello– as her torso huddles close in your space. now that she could see your face, it was sexually comical. 

doe–eyed and glossed, lids puffy and red. patterns of your own saliva glissade down your chin and gleam in the soft light behind you. so hot.

her teeth bear in a parted smirk and she drunkenly stumbles her face down. then, she notices something. a pearly strand of sleek cum trickling over your perineum. like a melted popsicle, you drip everywhere, all over that counter space.

ellie's tongue ticks on the roof of her mouth, sighing, "mmh' fuck, pussy dripping everywhere– clean this counter afterwards, won't you?" spoken like a silken demand, index pointing at the mess.

you keenly nod, squinting with those weepy eyes as you try to discern the moving colors of your girlfriend right as she heaved her fat cock right back inside. stars. stars heat you skin and strike your vision. a night of black spots burn through your eyes and caper around– obscuring ellie's blissed out face. you were already fucked out from the last position, so fucked, you nearly came at the meaty expansion of your aching hole.

ellie could tell, and that was her cue. her goddess given cue to bottom out. the friction of her girth akin to a fist stuffing you up was pushing up on your g–spot, and that knocked a tear out. the ones lashing at your ducts to release, finally did. 

you couldn't feel anything else– anything, but her cock.

moist sloshes cram up the space between you too, smacking and dragging as before. faster, harder, her hips never lapse and pick up the speed. tapping you out like a nozzle draining syrup from a tree, gushing and coating her cock beautifully. smack– smack– smack– goes her groin deluged in your sweet sex juices connecting like webs with each bash of your hips.

on comes a dirty row of her impudent and vile comments– barely stable voice from how fast she pumped, all tepidly whispered on your neck.

"knockin' that fhckin' pussy up– huh?"

you can feel the warmth radiating off her face a breath away, a cheek–length strand of hair now sticks to the sweat veiling her hairline. pores beading with glassy perspiration. just as red as you. huff, huff, gasp.

"that pretty pussys' mine– mhh, all mine."

ellie's palms leave two clammy prints on the marble slab when her fingers pop off and clasp your pelvis. with this grip on you, she pushes your hips hard on her relentless pounds. no wall of your vagina lacks a thrashed kiss from her dick, your hole was just too tight for any air pockets. that tight. just pure ush–gush.

"god' m'sucha dirty slut for ur' pussy, such a fucking whor– ughhn!– wantin' to make you–a mama." grizzled her in a lower voice, but still so rough, sweating and huffing like a dog in heat.

the cupboards creak and squeak, scarcely bearing the racket she induced with her fucking into you.

the intensity marches on.

"els– els, I'm gonna cum.." 

it was nice to hear, but she was infinitely more focused on cumming herself. she was close. very close. eyes screwed tight in the straps kickback digging her clit with firm pressure,  knuckles flushed white as they bent and tried to carve into your hips. ellie couldn't get enough of you.

"yeah– me too, nghh~"

her own slick begins to lather up her crotch, sticking up that auburn bush, dripping off the strapbase and staining the crinkled jean pile directly underneath her.

the kitchen reeked of cunt– yours and hers. delicious sex miasma. the scent of raw arousal coats your nasal cavity, lulling you both to climax– two hearts on the same beat.

but there was one thing. one thing you could give her, that'd change your lives from there on out.

"baabe–" a shallow utter gusts from her lips, shuddering, "can' i fuck you– god, fuck you like this? mate you– make babies with you, more often?" her voice warbles, fighting back the breath that wanted to give away.

the plunging and swelling of her dick parting your walls made it potently harder to answer– but, you creak, taking all the breath she would give you, mouth to mouth.

"yes, ellie– i want to have them."

her eyes squinted ever so slightly, sharpening, pupils blown. a wicked, scantily–contained smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, a glint in her eye revealing the excitement she felt by your words. in a heartbeat, her lips met with yours– wisping and wetting each other up.

but it was no feat to the sudden acceleration of her pistoning hips.

ellie's lips withdraw, moaning rigidly with buffering pants, "gon' make you a baby m–mama' now– ooh fuck!" feeling the same rise to orgasm tighten her stomach. 

"yes– yes! unh‐ uh fuck, ughh!" 

the clanging cupboards bang and thud as they do, but your moans eventually clamor up over them. her cock, sought the last final blows to your gummy ring inside, gathering up all that viscous serum in strings stuck to her bulbous head. this was it. she was finally getting her reward– viscously.

"love you–"

it tightens.

"s'much–"

it pulls.

"thank y– unngghh!"

she snaps.

your thighs convulse and lock around her hips as she buries her dick deep inside, plugging that bruised–to–hell mucousy cervix up. a high so heavenly it curls your body up to hers, cumming all over that filthy fucking cock in clear spurts, plashing all over the veiny shaft that had you weeping moans.

ellie had came too, matter of fact, all over the floor.

a dense and husky moan grates from the lowest region of her diaphragm, "hhhggn– uhhugh– fuck, baby." 

her eyes grew taut and scrunched in ecstasy, jutting her hips and clenching her ass to ride out the orgasm. a spew of her release taints the straps footing and leaks down her thigh, saturating in her skin. veins popped in her gripe, incisors bit her lip nearly hard enough to break skin, and eyes twitched back tenfold, casted heavenward.

a sunset clasps the shingle roof from above, depicted so innocently behind the pane, unknowing to what has come of you two. 

the moment softens.

and you're left with two fatigued bodies.

her arms loosen and flop on your sprawled lap, and her head finds a collapsed purchase on your shoulder. ellie's chest rose, fell, and rose again, swallowing up all the air her lungs lost in the heat. 

"think I just died," she dramatically heaves from her chest, gulping up the pooled spit in the trenches of her gums. a giggle shakes her, "hehe~ did you die?" she jests, nudging her limp hand to your shank.

the words carrying to your ears mish–mashed into an agglomeration of sounds strewn from her actual sentence, "there's n'pie in the oven.." you slur breathlessly, tongue nearly lifeless in the pit of your mouth.

ellie tries her darndest to compress the laugh grizzling from her throat, still winded, "w-what babe?" her head tilts to gawk at you.

"god i'm so dizzy.."

she blows a raspberry from her lips and knits her brows– amused. of course she's a tad worried your energy had been worn from the fucking, but, that's the funny part. she actually did that. her buzzy voice coaxes you back to animation, "want some'in to eat?" 

wait.

that's literally what you came in here for.

wait.

you peek at the green dome next to you, toppled over with dotted strawberry wedges scattered all over the stony tile– and your strawberry jam. really ellie? a pout cockles your lips into a plumper shape, notching your head on a slope, "did'ju knock over.. all of my strawberries?"

she swings her head 'round, feigning innocence, "umm– nope, wasn't me." puffing up her cheeks.

"ellie." 

she blows tersely, "i didn't!" and throws her hands up defensively– in playful spirit.

"and you ruined my panties!" you scold lightheartedly and jab your heel in the back of her thigh– a little bit of punishment. 

"ow!"

a reaction spurns from your lips, replaced by a jaded expression of hushed brows and trying lips that curl your face into one of, content. ellie forced a few puffs to spill from her open oval lips, hereafter curling into that same shit–eating grin that knows she's guilty– chuffed by herself.

then it wanes. wanes like the moon bearing its shrouded cycle. she softens up, softer than the bunny hopping across thick green grass in the season of beltane. this felt more fundamental to her than you might think, but, caring for you was her duty of worship. ever since that day she met you– the evening plait with a crimson ember engulfing air at the center of an autumntime bonfire in jackson. cold perspiration stuck to the glass held in your hands, talking the very ears off every owl present to listen. you had shared, sung, flirted, and saved the kiss for later. a later spent in her bed, all night– rising at dayspring, where she asked you to be her girlfriend at the foot of her door, just as you took your leave. 

every wound you tended to, she tended to yours, and led you here. on this farm. in your own realm of heaven.

"but seriously– do you want something to eat?"

"yeah, i'll um.." you shoo her away from her parked poise between your legs, sliding your weight off the counter with a heft of your forearms pushing you off, "clean the counter." your toes ease onto the floor with a shaky wobble, unable to even straighten your legs out at first. damn, ellie, what have you done.

"yeah, nuh–uh," she briskly bends at the torso and bars her robust arms underneath your mid–back and in the fold of your knee, sweeping you off your heels.

"els, what the f–"

she tousles her woody auburn mullet in a wag of her head, crunching you up closer with her biceps, "you, babe– are going to rest. i'll clean the counter." her brows raise at the end of her emphasized sentence, a silent 'capeesh?'.

her amenability never ceases to blossom those heartstrings of yours.

"yeah, yeah.." your eyes toss around the rim of your brow bone, and land back on her in time to spot a chuckle churn her watermelon pink lips.

those lips then settle and purse into a pucker, idly sidiling her face plumb to your forehead and peppering a moist kiss, pulling back slowly with unhindered affection tugging the corner of her lips into a satisfied smile.

"see? m'taking care of you. just as if–"

"if i was pregnant?"

"mhm.."

"you want it that badly?"

".."

"well– maybe.. jackson has some adoptable kids?"

now you're just feeding that fantasy of hers.

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A short or medium NSFW drabble of Villain!Deku f*cking Izumi Dimitru in front of his villain friends, showing everyone who Izumi belongs to, and Izumi being a bashful mess?

((I think I can write something like that for you dear. Just give me a moment. *smiled*))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

Some of the villains have been looking to Deku who wanted to show them something this night. They were not expecting him to show off his new pet that was held on his knees while Deku was thrusting deeply into him. He was holding the beast's hips while he was biting down on his arm trying not to moan.

"What's wrong my pet? You shouldn't be shy when I'm showing them that you belong to me. I thought you didn't mind that?" he said snapping his hips forward getting another moan from him.

"I..I don't! Sto..ahhhhhhh!!!" he was hiding his face but Izuku smiled finding him adorable. He tries to still fighting him even if his face was flushed red and his hole was sucking up his cock with no problem. That tells him he really wanted it.

"You don't have to lie because your being watched. They know better than to mess with me and knowing if they try to take you from me, I'll be sure they suffer. Now just be a good boy and take my cock and let them see. Show them who you belong to." he said thrusting harder that Izumi cries out clawing the floor drooling even if the other bad guys was seeing this. They knew Deku was bold but this was another level. He was pretty cute even if he was showing no mercy towards him that leaves them flushed.

"ahhh...ahhhhhh......ahhhh.."

"Who do you belong to, my pet? Tell them...and say it loud enough." he begins snapping his hips forward that Izumi screams again drooling.

"Y...You..my body belongs to you...only y..you. Please...m..more..I want more...." he moans but he was hearing the soft laughter from him. Yeah,he was going to be out of it for a bit due to Deku's hard thrusts.

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🖇 It's the last working day of the year and Galadriel is stuck in the closet with Hal.

💦 NSFW

🔗 Read on AO3.