#tales of the rising son

[h-r-setalla]

Tales of the Rising Son: Part 2 - Snippet

From Ch. 11

Ryomé blocked another dagger as it slashed toward his stomach, using the goblin’s momentum to stagger him before pulling his own blade across its side and giving him a hard kick. It sent the goblin screeching, blood spilling onto the dirt, and Ryomé found himself out of breath already.

“Dying and coming back must really take a toll on the body, huh?” He huffed lightly to Howland, who was at his back. “Always said I’d sleep when I’m dead, but now I kind of want a nap.” 

“Not funny,” Howland grimaced, cutting down another goblin armed with two blades. He stepped back as it fell into the dirt. “Don’t joke about that stuff.”

“Well, it’s at least partially true.” Ryomé frowned, trying to catch his breath. “I’m not moving like I was able to a week ago; I’m tired.”

The whistle of an arrow made his ears ring, and he narrowly dodged it before a villager killed the monster with an arrow of their own. Ryomé felt mentally scattered too, to top it all off. He was wondering if Irie was okay, or if they had been ambushed as well. He knew she could hold her own, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be overwhelmed. The same applied to him. What if they didn’t make it out of this? It wasn’t a big ambush, but he wasn’t in peak form. 

As if he could read the Prince’s mind, Howland tugged Ryomé back by the sleeve. “Don’t get distracted. I need you to focus.” 

“Sorry,” he swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. “I don’t like feeling useless.”

Howland grunted, moving fast as he kicked another goblin away before grabbing Ryomé by the arm and beginning to drag him through the fighting. Ryomé thought for sure the old man was going to say something, but he seemed to either think better of it or he was too distracted by the battle to say it. Either way, it didn’t help the twinge of frustration in the Prince. He knew he could do better than this; he couldn’t help it that he was trying to use humor to cope with it. A small ambush like this should be no trouble for him.

Just then, another sound cut across the shouts and clangs of metal. It wasn’t an arrow… no, this was different. It grew in loudness, and it was a shrill, dark sound, like the cry of a banshee on the hunt. It chilled Ryomé to the bone. It made Howland stop dead in his tracks as all fighting ceased for a moment. The sound grew so loud, many covered their ears, until it suddenly stopped. Everyone looked around, dazed, wondering if they had imagined it. But the Prince could tell something was coming. 

No.

Something was already here.

Just then, he felt a presence behind him. He spun around just as a large hand closed around his throat. In what felt like only a fraction of a second, he was on a rooftop, and the hand that grabbed him now had him standing at the edge. Ryomé’s boots barely had a foothold on the wooden beam. The figure was cloaked and as tall as they were broad. He couldn’t see their face, but immediately a sense of evil washed over him. Then, his eyes wandered to the thing in its hand and he felt the blood drain from his face.

It was a staff of bones fused together, and at the top of the staff, tied to several dark red ropes, were human skulls. They dangled like ornaments, their jaws hanging open and the sockets darker than night. Etched into the bones and skulls were many holes and black symbols. They were runes; ancient runes. Ryomé had seen these markings before. He had seen them the day Tallon and Irie were taken on that misshapen, bone-carved arrow. This was old, dark magic.

Howland shouted for the Prince, and Ryomé knew he could see what was happening right now. A fall from this height most likely wouldn’t kill him, but it would certainly injure. That knowledge didn’t keep Ryomé’s body from tensing up, however. The creature holding him raised the hand holding the staff and shouts went up from the villagers below. Ryomé tried to twist around to see what was happening, but the figure shook him and one of Ryomé’s feet slipped off the roof and into open air. He gasped and grabbed the figure’s arm out of instinct more than anything.

“Don’t move.” The figure said. Its voice was warped, gargled, and dark. It made Ryomé freeze up against his will. The thing leaned in closer, its grip never loosening from the Prince’s neck. He felt like it was looking into his very soul. “Interesting. I know who you are. Looks like this turned out in my favor.”

What do they mean by that? Who is this person? Are they even human? Ryomé’s mind was racing right alongside his heart. They don’t feel human. No… they’re something other. Something old, just like their magic.

[forgetful-nerd]

Fun fact: “The Princess Bride” movie and TMNT 1987 released in the same year

[candycat17]

I know it’s been so long since I’ve posted here, but thought I’d show some WIPs that I’m hoping to finish and post here some day👀

[d-zula]

I still find it hard to believe that these two share the same Latin Spanish voice actress (Dannan Huicochea)

..

Todavía me resulta difícil creer que estas dos comparten la misma actriz de doblaje en español latino (Danann Huicochea)

[princessamyrose87]

I'm so liking the fanfiction, plus I should start making a first ever crossover logo called the Son of vampire space luca Wizards %wolf

That be a great name for it guys

[kaythefloppa]

Calling it now. Mufasa: The Lion King will will end with Simba and Nala adopting a second cub, and that the entire story of Mufasa and Scar winds up preparing Kiara for this new revelation about her family.

[holymolyineedtherapy]

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Recommendations

Separated AU (WIP) by: @cupcakeslushie

AU, where at a young age, the turtles are kidnapped. Raphael still lives with Splinter, Michalengelo is taken by Big Mama, Donatello is taken by Baron Draxum, and Leonardo is taken by Shredder who has been revived for a longer time.

Warnings: Themes of Torture, Major Character Injury, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Personality Disorders

Like Father Like Son (WIP) by: @eternalglitch

Draxum wasn't quite ready to give up on his plan to use the turtles as his ultimate weapons just yet. When Leo is taken by Draxum, it's up to the other three turtles to get their brother back before it's too late.

Warnings: Themes of Torture, Major Character Injury, PTSD, Identity Crisis, Graphic Depictions of Violence

The Aftermath (WIP) by @starrcrossrose

Leo knows this isn't about him; not anymore. But that doesn't stop the nightmares from haunting him every night, or the fact that he may have to wear a leg brace for a long time. It doesn't stop his shell from hurting, or his breath from catching when the air is too stagnant. Leo knows his brothers are struggling, too. But, in the aftermath of what happened to him - to them - he's having a really hard time getting back to normal.

It's going to take the patience, understanding, and love of his family to heal him. That way he can help heal them, too.

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Body Horror, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Self-Harm, Mentions of Suicide

A Tale of Spirits (WIP) by @unorthodoxx-page

"We do not know of your brothers, Great Spirit,” Zuko answered, stuttering more like it. “I’m sorry we could not be of more service.”

The spirit frowned and stood up. “That’s weird, we were just together.”

There was a shift and Uncle’s head came up. They stared at this strange spirit. It turned its back to them and Zuko was breathless at the show of disregard. Figures a spirit would not consider him a threat. He shouldn’t take it personally, but he’s been dismissed his whole life. He’s tired of it. A hand gripped his trembling one and he takes a breath. There is no use getting upset over the ways of a spirit. They both studied its small form and Zuko was caught by its profile. The spirit’s back held three repeating and somewhat glowing symbols. It curved in a familiar motion.

“A turtle,” Uncle whispered.

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Depictions of Bodily Harm, Violence, Crossover, Hurt/Comfort

Trial and Error (WIP) by @ apatheticrobots

The world ends. The Krang win. Leo failed.

It was supposed to be on Casey's shoulders (and his shoulders alone) to go back and make sure the invasion never happened in the first place, but apparently his student had a little more inherited stubbornness than he'd thought.

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Implied Character Death, Hurt/Comfort

Odd Man Out (WIP) by @threestripeslider

Leonardo is dead.

Or, at least, he should be. Instead, he is floating within a colorful vortex that reminds him too much of his own portals. He tries not to think too much about it. But, eventually he is forced to when the vortex spits him out into a world that used to be his home, many, many years ago.

Or; the one where Future!Leo somehow managed to luck out on a one in a million mere millisecond chance of a freak glitch in the space-time continuum that sends him back into the present, where the Invasion has been successfully driven back. And it looks like it was a one-way ticket travel.

Obviously, everybody is So Very Normal about this.

Warnings: Mentions of Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of PTSD

Blood Is Thicker Than Ooze (WIP) by @ mybrainisacandywrapper

Purple is the son of Draxum, a great warrior alchemist. With his help, Draxum will eradicate the prophesied human threat, and restore yōkai to the surface.

Purple doesn't understand why these three turtles are trying to stop them.

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Child Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse

Mutant Ninja Midlife Crisis (WIP) by @mutantninjamidlifecrisis

Leo’s pretty sure the afterlife isn’t supposed to hurt this much.

In the midst of attempting to make peace with his death at the hands of the Krang, Master Leonardo is suddenly yeeted over two decades into the past, courtesy of his little brother.

Now faced with the challenges of reconnecting with a family he’d thought lost to him forever, the constant reminders of his past failures, and the antics of his sixteen-year-old self, Leo swiftly concludes he’s too old for this, and has to wonder if it’d been better had he not returned at all.

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Character Death

Cass Apocalyptic Series (WIP) by @somerandomdudelmao

The tales of the future told through a much BRIGHTER AND HAPPIER LENSE

Warnings: Mentions of Character Death, Chaotic Brother Shenanigans

[toad-in-a-trenchcoat]

So RoTT definitely exists

I’ve seen a couple things here or there that do intrigue me, and could make me consider it cool/interesting, but given the plot stuff and implications and generally everything I doubt I’ll ever watch it (unless I become determined to watch the whole franchise for the heck of it, but probably not)

Anyway, I’d been listening to songs from the httyd soundtracks (plus some Kung Fu Panda ones) and was thinking

“THIS. Dreamworks is capable of works of art. If ToA had done a movie like THIS that would’ve been awesome”

but then I saw this addition to a post

@slumbergoblin

and remembered

yeah that would’ve been pretty on-brand for Dreamworks

[h-r-setalla]

Tales of the Rising Son: Part 2 - Snippet

From Chapter 9

“Eat up! The food from this shop is delicious, and I wanted to see if they were making anything special today. Turns out, they are!”

Ryomé sat and opened his bag, pulling out a small, cloth-wrapped loaf of warm bread, a small, polished wooden box of sweet-smelling butter, and a bundle of parchment paper. Inside the parchment paper were fresh cooked deer strips - still warm - and folded into the opposite side were three different slices of cheese. It was strange that everything was packaged separately, but Irie was already tearing her bread into sections before halfing them again and spreading the sweet smelling butter across it. He followed her lead, taking a few bites of bread, butter, meat and cheese before saying anything.

“Speaking of special,” Ryome starts. “Astor mentioned that this is all for the Moon Festival and that you were supposed to bring it up to me?”

She paused mid-chew before sitting back into her chair and swallowing. With a wave and sign gesture to a waitress for two waters, she leaned back toward him. “Howland wanted to leave this morning, but Astor and I thought it might be best for us to stay another day since you just woke up and are still recovering. Also… I guess, I thought it would be cool to experience a small-scale, local festival.”

He tipped his head to the side, preparing another piece of bread for meat and cheese. “Do you not have any back home?”

“Only the really big ones, like when our Kingdom was founded. Because we are a new Kingdom, we are still trying to find our own way to do things. We still celebrate the Sun Festival, but not on the scale Pharos does. My father wanted us to start our own traditions, but I think he forgets to put things together due to how busy he is.”

“So, you want to see what Pharos festivals are like?” He smiled slowly, leaning his cheek onto one propped hand. “Why didn’t you just say so earlier?”

She seemed taken aback. “I thought you would think it silly and childish. I didn’t want to impose on you if you wanted to leave right away by being selfish. I also… didn’t want you to think I was putting off the search for Tallon. I know how important he is to you, and of course he’s incredibly important to me, too.”

“Irie,” he started, turning his words over in his mind for a moment before continuing. “I know you. I know you wouldn’t ever forget Tallon, especially when he’s missing. Staying one more night isn’t a bad thing. And, you and Astor are correct in saying I need another day to recuperate. I’m still getting used to walking again. If we continue to walk around this evening, I’ll just be in better shape for tomorrow. Besides, if we had left today, I would’ve made sure to make it up to you by bringing you to the next small, traditional festival.”

Her eyes began to water and, with an embarrassed chuckle, she quickly wiped at them before taking more bites of her lunch. The iced waters arrived and Ryomé gave the waitress a friendly smile and a thank you as she left. Turning his attention back to his friend, he saw her already watching him. “Then, it’s okay with you if we leave in the morning?”

“Yes,” he sipped his water and let his eyes wander along the busy streets. “Besides… I can’t remember the last time I was able to partake in the Moon Festival. Something about it feels right after… everything.”

Irie finished her food and leaned onto the table with her elbows, setting her chin on the back of her hand. It was a small thing, but suddenly, Ryomé could hear Tallon’s voice in his head again. That isn’t ladylike, Irie. You aren’t supposed to have your elbows on the table. I swear to Pharah, you and Ryomé are too alike sometimes.

He was shaken from his thoughts a moment later when Irie asked, “What happened to you? What did you see when you were… you know?”

The Prince looked down into his glass, watching as the ice cubes shifted his reflection across the surface. He wanted to tell her, but he also didn’t feel ready to disclose anything. His memory of that place was still fragmented except for the touch and voice of that woman. 

Instead he settled for, “A lot. But, that’s a story for another day. What matters is that I’m alive, and we can look for Tallon now.”

She set a hand on his shoulder and nodded in understanding. “Okay. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll listen. Just remember that.”

He smiled. “I will.”

[forgetful-nerd]

POV: you are a mutant turtles that’s about to get first-hand experience on the “cute aggression” phenomenon.

I’m going to squeeze the life out of them dumb turts (affectionate).

[candycat17]

Love these edgy dudes🥰

[princessamyrose87]

Werewolfvanillapotato next time do a fashion book of the Son of vampire space luca Wizards % wolf it has an inspiration like monster high, ever after high, descendants, and disney zombies, also check both of them out https://www.tumblr.com/princessamyrose87/759296705395113984/guys-and-everyone-here-something-that-would?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/princessamyrose87/759371750326894592/have-you-guys-watched-monsters-fairytale-high?source=share

It's so amazing that be cool theme idea also maybe you should fancast some of the characters for live action, was thinking of new Disney channel stars 🌟 I was thinking walker scobell as Adam Harrison that be perfect, also think of more suggestions on the characters what would be in live action 🎬

Descendants pages of my fashion book

which character should I do a page for next?

[suad-khaled]

Can you imagine being stripped of safety at the happiest moment of your life? I’m Suad, a young mother from Gaza, where I gave birth to my son Khaled amidst the chaos of w@r.

When I first heard his cries, I felt indescribable joy, but soon I was overwhelmed with fear. How would I protect him from the hor/rors surrounding us? Each day presents a new challenge from food and water shortages to a lack of medical care.

My family and I have faced repeated displ@cements, searching for a safe haven away from the bomb@rdments. I struggle daily to provide Khaled with his basic needs while our health deteriorates under these harsh conditions.

I urgently need your support to secure shelter and medical care for Khaled. You can be part of our story, as every bit of help makes a real difference.

If you can share my story or offer support, I would be forever grateful. Hope exists, but we need you to help us achieve it. Thank you for your understanding and big hearts.

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I have come to realize that I can’t face these conditions alone. Every bit of support, whether through sharing my story or posting these updates, means so much to my family and me. I kindly ask you to help spread my story, as everyone who reads it may be a bridge to the support we desperately need.

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[princessamyrose87]

Mash of Monsters is just like Monster high, I love it

[targaryen-dynasty]

REDAMANCY.

Cregan Stark x female Targaryen!Reader (Part 4 here)

From the very beginning on you’ve been hesitant to accept your younger brother’s offer to return to the capital for your child to receive his blessings. And when you‘re finally on the way, it’s your husband‘s duty to take care of you.

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MDNI; p in v, lactation kink, lactating, pregnant sex, pregnancy, slight breeding kink, praise kink, slight degrading, angst, fluff

WORDS: 3.3 K

NOTES: Redamancy means A love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you, and let me tell you: these two are in love. Thanks to @sylasthegrim, it‘s always good to know you help me with my zero grasp on English!

✖️ 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

Ravens from Winterfell flying all the way down to King’s Landing has always taken quite some time. And therefore it was no wonder you were surprised that one of your younger brother’s ravens reached the castle not long after you'd informed him you were with child, inviting you to birth it in the Red Keep for it to receive the young king’s blessings.

Being the ever dutiful Lord of House Stark, there was no way your husband would refuse the offer, and once your pregnancy had crossed the seventh moon mark, a carriage and your husband’s entourage were sent south.

From the very beginning on you’ve been hesitant to accept the offer. Westeros’ capital has brought nothing but pain and grief to you, and you’re afraid coming back ruins the comfort and peace you’ve found far, far away from the castle in the North, in Winterfell. But a part of you misses and longs for your siblings and the part of your family that’s still left, hence it didn’t take too much convincing from your husband.

You’ve lost count of the days you spent in that damned carriage by now, solely accompanied by your maids as your dear husband rides at the front of his entourage, joining his men on horseback. But there’s one thing all days have in common: it’s you being exhausted beyond relief once night comes.

For the longest time you thought your unborn babe to be no-fussy and calm, which proved to be false just one week into the travel. It’s restless, kicking and moving especially when you finally find rest in the bed of the receptive inn you stay in for the night. Your feet are swollen, just like your breasts, and your body provides milk as though the babe has been long born already, and all you crave at this point is for the pregnancy to be over already.

As the wheelhouse comes to a stop, you rub your swollen bump with a sigh, looking toward the door with heavy footsteps approaching. Your beloved husband opens the door, and even though he won’t admit it, he looks just as exhausted as you do.

“Is it time?” you ask, slowly rising to your feet with another sigh. You place your small hand in his large one, allowing him to help you out.

He nods, bringing a hand to the small of your back. “Indeed. We have reached the crossroads. From here we are only ten days away from King’s Landing, which means the end of our journey is in sight,” he replies. “How are you and our son feeling?”

Cregan guides you away from the wheelhouse, escorting you through the crowd of his men towards a large inn sitting right where the river road crosses the kingsroad. And from old tales of your uncle you know it has to be the Bellringer Inn, a place where even your great-grandfather and great-grandmother have stayed at before.

“We do not yet know if this babe will be a boy or a girl, husband,” you chastise him in a teasing manner.

“You are right, we do not,” he says. “But I feel it in my bones. Just call it a father’s intuition.”

You roll your eyes at his words and nudge his ribs with your elbow, yet there also pulls a smile at the corners of your lips. He chuckles at that. “Careful, my love, I am not as nimble as I used to be.”

Shaking your head, you giggle softly. “Do not tell me that you are an old man now, Lord Stark.”

As you make your way through the courtyard and towards the inn, you can feel the curious glances of the passerby; a man of Cregan’s caliber always drew the attention toward him, just like your hair did. But you’re unbothered by it all. You carry a piece of your husband within you, and that thought fills you with a sense of fulfillment and pride.

He looks for the innkeeper as you reach for his hand, pulling it from your back around your frame, squeezing it softly. “Might you join me tonight? I know that you can not leave your men alone, but one night will surely do no harm. I must admit that I have hardly found sleep without your warmth for the past weeks.”

With a gentle, intimate gesture, Cregan brushes his fingers over your swollen bump, before pulling you against his side. “How can I ever be expected to refuse anything my beautiful wife asks of me? Of course I will join you tonight.” Leaning a bit closer toward you, he adds with a quiet whisper: “Your presence has been missed in my bed as well. The nights feel cold and lonely without you by my side.”

Heat crawls onto your cheeks at the proximity and the slight implication that comes with his words, solely interrupted when a stout man with a bushy beard but otherwise pleasant demeanor walks around the corner and welcomes you two.

Upon Cregan’s inquiry about the availability of a room, he hands over the keys and leads you toward your place of retreat for the night. More than once have you told Cregan you’re perfectly fine with sleeping in a tent with him, yet he always came back to your delicate condition, stating he only wants the best for you and his unborn child, and you eventually have given up and accepted it.

The room is decent. Not as big as your chambers at home, but still larger than what you’ve slept in for the last few weeks. Your maids already scurry into the room to bring some of your belongings and clothes to get you ready for the night, while Cregan leans in to kiss your temple. “Let me arrange for my man to sleep outside the inn for the night,” he mutters against your skin. “And then we shall spend the night in warm beds.”

Even with your maids bustling around you, you can’t help but feel a flicker of excitement at his words. The prospect of sharing the night with him is enough to make you forget the soreness of your swollen curves that has become a constant companion over the past few moons.

“I will freshen up in the meantime,” you say, leaning into his touch before he pulls away to take care of his men’s sleeping arrangements for the night. Once everything was adjusted in the chambers, your maids moved to help you out of your clothes, but you refused them, having planned something very special.

Standing in front of the small window, overlooking a stable with a thatch roof and a bell tower, you all but admire how quietly Cregan opens the door, and with the lock falling right into place behind him, the room grows even quieter and the atmosphere becomes charged with anticipation.

“Is everything sorted?” you ask, looking at him from over your shoulder.

“All set,” your husband replies with a low voice as he approaches you.

He comes to tower over your frame from behind, moving his hands over your hips up to your waist. Lifting your head, your eyes lock with his. “Alone at last, hm?” There’s a sultry smile on your lips now, and you gently reach behind you to cup his cheek with one hand. “Now you’re all mine for the night.”

You lean against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breaths against your back. Cregan seizes the opportunity and brushes your hair over one shoulder before he presses his lips to the crook of your neck. The touch makes you sigh, stirring something inside of you you have had to keep at bay for quite some time. When he brings his large hands to your swollen breasts, fondling them through the thick fabric of your dress, you can’t help but moan, the slight squeezing aiding against the heaviness.

But then his hands and lips leave your body, and he slightly leans around you to look at you – or rather your breasts – and you immediately know the reason why.

The gray fabric has become damp under his touch, two dark spots prominent in the front of it. While it brings a bit of shame to your cheeks, the low rumble that escapes his chest sends a fire straight down between your legs. “I should have warned you I started leaking a fortnight ago,” you admit ashamedly, biting your bottom lip.

“I quite enjoy the sight of it, you know,” he says, voice laced with a combination of awe, adoration and burning need. His hands shift to the lace in the back of your dress. “But let us put this to good use.”

The dress comes undone with ease, falling to the floor in a puddle around your feet. Damp spots are decorating your smallclothes, but this time you don’t mind the sight. Cregan’s hands now roam over your body, tracing the curve of your waist and your growing bump.

Although you know exactly what it is his words are meant to imply, you choose to tease him. “And what is it you have in mind right now, hm?”

His gray eyes briefly flicker to the bed close to you, before meeting yours again. “I have a few things in mind. But for now…” He cups your chin, tilting your head up so he can claim your lips in a slow, deep kiss that’s full of desire and passion. It makes you feel as though the air is sucked right out of your lungs by him, as if you can’t survive without his lips on yours. “How about we make the most of this night, my love?”

“I’m all yours,” you breathe against his lips.

His large hands roam your curves, helping you out of your undergarments, until they settle at your thighs, wrapping around them to effortlessly hoist you up. Although Cregan is quite the bull of a man and appears to be a brute, he possesses a tenderness you wouldn’t expect from him, gently keeping your body against his and lying you down on the bed not far away just as carefully.

Soft, gentle kisses are pressed to your collarbones, igniting a fire within you that has been smoldering for too long. As his fingers glide over your skin with featherlight touches, leaving a burning trail behind, he finds his hands drawn to your full breasts, cupping and holding them, and eventually squeezing them.

More droplets of your milk trickle into his calloused palms, wetting his skin, but he does not care–not when he has you writhing and whimpering beneath him at just the faintest of touches.

Your husband’s eagerness would have almost made you chuckle, watching him rise from the bed to rid himself off his clothes hastily, if it wouldn’t match your own desire and greediness. With his breeches falling to the ground, his cock stands to full attention, hard enough for it to almost seem painful.

His hungry gazes devours your bare form, tall frame slightly hunched forwards as his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.

“Will you just stand there and watch, my wolf?” you tease, propping yourself up on your elbows. “What happened to ‘let us put this to good use’?”

It’s the teasing lilt in your voice that pulls him out of his stupor like a wave, the chuckle he releases low and throaty. “You are a temptress, my love,” he replies. “You are lucky I am a man of my word.”

“Then touch me,” you whine, words coming out more desperate than actually intended.

He doesn’t need any more encouragement. Slowly approaching the bed, Cregan bows forwards and grabs one of your feet. He lifts your leg and starts to trail sloppy, open mouthed kisses along the inside of your leg, occasionally nibbling on the skin of your inner thigh.

Your back slightly arches off the mattress, body thrumming with desire. Entangling your hands in his dark curls, you use the grip as reigns to where you want him most, but your husband acts completely unfazed, not allowing you to tug him higher up.

He takes his time, kissing and nibbling your thighs, before he boldly presses a kiss to the apex of your legs, tongue briefly dragging through your folds. It elicits a shudder in its wake, and you can’t stifle a moan.

Making his way up, he licks your navel, and eventually traces the curve of your full breast, circling your hardened bud. Cregan laps up every drop of milk that oozes out of your bud like nothing else than a starved wolf, the edge of his teeth applying just a faint pressure to the sensitive skin to stimulate the flow.

But when his other hand comes up to fondle and squeeze your other breast, that’s the moment you lose your composure, shamelessly smothering him with your breasts. “Gods, Cregan…” you whimper, immediately bringing you relief. There isn’t even time to waste a thought about the indecency of it all, not when it feels just so right.

It’s your mewls, your whispered whines and moans, the sound of you saying his name in such a desperate manner that drives him to continue. “You make me ache for you,” he rasps against your skin, voice thick with desire. Your husband never falters to ignite a fire inside of you with his words, especially when there’s an innuendo hidden between his praises.

Bringing his hand from your breast down between your bodies, he aligns himself with you, dragging the tip of his cock through your folds in a way that makes you bite back a moan and grind against him. You grip his dark curls harshly as he finally eases inside, pushing into you inch by inch, agonizingly slow to make sure you feel him enter you.

His suckling falters with the tightness of your walls embracing him, overwhelmed by pure bliss and a feeling he’s missed for the past few weeks.

Every gasp and whine that escapes you only serves to embolden him further, continuing to tease and taste your breast with unrivaled enthusiasm. It juxtaposes the slow, sloppy thrusts of his hips, and brings you two different kinds of sensations at once.

Cregan has made himself home between your legs, rocking his hips leisurely back and forth. He has dropped his weight on one elbow and leant his upper body to the side, determined to not put any weight on your swollen bump. His lips are firmly wrapped around your bud while his hand teases the other, pinching and squeezing it between his fingers. The proximity is unmatchable, feeding into your constant desire to be as close to him as possible.

You can practically watch him lose every ounce of self control, his suckling becoming more intense and the thrusts growing in determination. His groans and grunts are muffled, and droplets of your milk trickle idly down his chin, getting lost in the dark, coarse hairs.

You fully expect him to say something when he releases your bud, but he’s far too eager to get his fill again. Pinching the perky bud of your other breast harshly, droplets of milk run down the curve of it, only to be traced by his tongue, liking a flat stripe over your skin. He chokes on a groan as the sight has you clenching tightly around his hard cock.

“Please– do not stop,” you whimper, applying a bit of pressure to his head to urge him towards your breast again. “... not yet.”

Dark-blown eyes suddenly flicker up to meet yours, and a shuddered breath leaves your lips. “My my, what a greedy wench I have for a wife,” he chuckles to himself. You don’t take offense, but the statement does make you duck your head and bite your bottom lip sheepishly. “I do not intend to.”

Despite the teasing, it’s obvious your pleas fall upon eager ears as he heeds your command and closes his lips around your bud again. Every hungry pull of his lips draws more and more milk from you, and while relief makes itself known in your breasts, a different kind of pressure starts to settle in the pit of your belly.

Squeezing him so well, you make it impossible for Cregan to move on his own accord, and quickly take over, rolling your hips against his. It’s a race for completion, making your pearl throb with anticipation.

The coarse hairs of your husband’s beard drag over your sensitive skin with his eager suckling, tickling you and causing you to arch against him even more. You have your arms wrapped around his neck at this point, keeping him tightly against you.

A string of yesses falls past your lips like a chant, and the pace of your hips increases as far as your bump allows you to. Your mind grows hazy with pleasure, until your peak washes over you with a loud gasp.

You haven’t noticed Cregan watching you through it all, too focused on the sensations coursing through your body. His gaze is mesmerized, clearly relishing in the relief that’s etched onto your features and the way your walls flutter around his cock.

He pulls back, droplets of milk resting in the corners of his lips, and lifts his body to tower over you. The thrusting of his hips grows sharper now, determined to help you through your pleasure.

“That’s it,” he rasps, one hand resting on the mattress next to your head while the other gropes at your now relieved breasts.

“Once this pup is born,” he emphasized the words by rolling your sore bud between his index finger and thumb, drawing out just a few more droplets of milk. “I shall put another in you to keep you round with my seed.”

Your head grows dizzy, lightheaded even, and you can’t do more than whimper and whine through your peak, not fully comprehending what he’s said.

Cregan snaps his hips into yours once, twice before he topples over the edge with a loud groan, his throbbing cock spending itself deep inside of you. Cupping your breast, his fingers dig harshly into your flesh.

You continue to roll your hips against his, prolonging his pleasure. Switching roles, it’s now your turn to milk him for every drop, taking everything his cock spills inside of you. Every muscle in his body tenses, until eventually, he collapses to the side, careful not to put his weight on your swollen bump.

With his cock slowly becoming flaccid again, the sensation of his seed leaking out of your cunt is more apparent, causing heat to spread throughout your body. If it wasn’t for you carrying his child already, you would have mounted him to make sure his seed would bear fruit.

Cregan eventually lies down on his back, and you seize the chance to rest your head on his chest. It’s hard to keep your eyes open as his hand softly entangles into your hair, scratching your scalp in the manner that usually lulls you to sleep. His breath is slower now, his chest rising and lowering your head.

“I can not bear to spend another night without you by my side,” you all but whisper, bringing a hand to his stomach.

Your finger trails the contours of his muscles, before following the dark trail of coarse hairs down.

“You needn‘t worry about that,” he says. ���We shall not stay in King’s Landing for too long. And I highly doubt that anyone could get me out of your chambers during the time we stay there. Once we arrive, we shall stay together.”

Nodding your head slowly, you hum a ‘mh-mh‘, too engrossed in the feeling of his hand in your hair and the other rubbing soothing circles over your back. Having trouble staying awake, you’re hardly able to process his next words, already drifting off to sleep.

“Let us sleep now, my love. We have another tiresome day ahead of us.“

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Toruk Makto's son, Neteyam Sully, is your secret lover...!

Neteyam—your dear boyfriend, has been staring at you all night.

It's another nightly celebration amongst the Na'vi, and the clan is gathered around various fires lit as family and friends tell each other stories and tales.

Neteyam was your secret boyfriend.

As the son of your infamous clan leader, he was expected to be perfect. Stay absolutely in line and make no mistakes. He had no time for distractions.

But for you, he made an exception.

And he couldn't be happier. Yes, stealing glances at you and sneaking away with your smiling face is worth it all. The thrill and happiness he feels with you will forever remain unmatched. It was like his heart was finally living. The dull thump inside now a lively drum that beats to the sound of your soul.

"Neteyam."

He pulls away from the kiss breathless, his braids tossed over his shoulder and a smile in his eyes as he looked at you. He loved it when you said his name like that—

"Hmm?"

He doesn't give you a chance to even try and respond, because he's pressing his lips all over your mouth and face as you squirm and squeal under him

"Neteyam—!"

He laughs, gently tugging you onto the green ground beneath him as you huff. He kisses your pouting lips before positioning you on his legs so you're comfortable.

"Yes. What is wrong?"

He's smiling softly even as his finger taps mindlessly against your hip, and you let out a quiet sigh—not wanting to speak the words but knowing you had to.

"It's getting late. Your family will notice you're gone." You scold lightly, gently tracing the stripes on his chest idly as he shifts under you with a rare grin that stretched over the entirety of his face

"So? They're all fine, I am not needed right now. I will explain later—"

"What? That you were busy with me?" You say, pinching your brows with a sigh as he laughs. You didn't want Neteyam to get in trouble, but he could be so stubborn sometimes.

He's quiet after a bit, and you realize he's in deep thought when he stares off into the trees, tilting his head up towards the darkening sky before he turns to you

"I... I'd just like to stay here with you for a while longer. Is that okay?"

Your heart melts at the sight of his hopeful smile.

"And you think I want to leave you?" You murmur against his lips as he grins, cradling the back of your head in the palm of his hand as he presses a soft kiss onto your forehead

"No."

You're leaning back onto his chest after a while, watching the sun's rays twinkle out of sight as the stars rise—the night comes slowly but surely, and there isn't a single other soul in the world Neteyam would watch the moon with rather than you.