Doctor's Orders | [Wriothesley x Reader]
Summary: âSimply put, the Duke needs to have sexual intercourse to relieve his tension. After watching the two of you and seeing you interact on both physical and intellectual levels, I determined that you would be ideal partners for each other. So, I invited the both of you to partake in an aphrodisiac made from the herbs you gathered for me.â
In which a simple tea time turns heated, and you get caught up in the consequence of Wriothesley not listening to his doctor.
Content: Smut, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Aphrodisiacs, fem!reader
Word Count: 7.9k
Sigewinne is evil.
You would have never suspected that such a tiny, cute body could contain so much malevolence. (Although, Sigewinne would personally argue that youâre confused, and that the word youâre looking for is actually benevolence. But, you digress.)
It all starts a few weeks into your employment at the Fortress of Meropide.
Youâd spotted a job listing for a âpersonal assistantâ in passing one day, and had immediately become interested thanks to the very generous salary listed on the paper. Seeing the job was located in Fontaineâs unofficial prison had, of course, caused you to have some second thoughts about applying, but at the end of the day, money is money.
Which is how youâd found yourself down on the ocean floor, waiting with a few other candidates outside the Dukeâs office.
Youâd be lying if you said that you werenât nervousâwaiting there to meet the head honcho of the prison. That when he stepped out to call you inside for your interviewâall tall and beefy and scarredâyour heart didnât nervously flutter inside your chest.
âŚbut to your surprise, heâs actually much softer than he appears.
âSo,â he says, sitting down across from you at his desk. He folds his arms and smiles at you. âWhy should I hire you? â
Having been through this process before, you had immediately rattled off your qualifications and experiences. A few of which Wriothesley had proceeded to comment on and inquire about further. But it wasnât until he askedâ
âWhat benefit will I receive from picking you specifically?â
And youâd responded withâ
âErrand girl.â
âWhat?â
âI can run errands for you. Iâm sure the guards can be slow, going back and forth. But if youâre my direct employer, I can do whatever you want. Drop documents off, check in on thingsâŚpick up more tea.â
âthat Wriothesley finally makes up his mind.
âHmm. Very convincing.â
The next day, you receive a letter with the terms of your employment, and your official start date.
So, since then, youâve been working for Wriothesley. Which is actually kind ofâŚnice.
Your job mostly consists of going back and forth between the prison and the surface, so that Wriothesley can stay in the Fortress and better monitor his domain. The autonomy the job grants you is very rewarding, and in the same breath, Wriothesley also feels rewarded by how you take care of things without him needing to ask more than once.
Safe to say, the two of you get along.
âŚwhich Sigewinne notices.
You, of course, meet Sigewinne on your first day. Wriothesley makes a point of introducing you and showing you where the nurseâs office is located, in case you get hurt, or need to drop something off.
The human-like melusine enthusiastically welcomes you, and, at first, you see her asâŚsomeone sweet, and caring. A treasure of the prison.
However, over time, your opinion of her slowly starts to change.
Because she keeps looking at you. Specifically, whenever youâre standing next to Wriothesley.
âWhy is she doing that?â you ask him one day, nudging him gently with your elbow. He immediately looks up from his meal, over to where Sigewinne is waiting in the lunch line, her pink eyes boring into you.
âSheâs probably just double checking that youâre healthy,â Wriothesley responds, paying her no mind. âI often catch her staring at me, too. You must be growing on her.â
Despite his reassuring words, you canât help but feel a littleâŚput offâŚby the look in her eyes. Like sheâs plotting something.
The second weird thing you notice is when you walk into the infirmary to drop off some herbs sheâd asked for, and find her drawing. At first, you assume sheâs doodling, since she seems kid-like a lot of the time.
But instead, when you lean over her shoulder and look, you see that sheâs writing words. A big, black âDO NOT DISTURBâ...with pink hearts and a few flowers drawn around it.
âWhatâs that for?â you ask her, forcing a smile.
âOh! Itâs just for a project Iâm working on,â she responds, swiveling in her chair to face you. She happily kicks her feet, her eyes darting to the herbs youâre carrying with you.
âAh, are those what I asked for? Thank you!â
You hand her the small bundle of dried flowers and grasses, watching as she immediately turns and places them on her desk next to some string, and cheesecloth.
âYouâre welcome,â you respond, taking a small step backwards. âIf thatâs all, Iâll keep working on the rest of the tasks on my listââ
âWait,â she says, grabbing your wrist. You instantly freeze, your eyes going wide as you turn back to face her. Thereâs a serious look on her face.
âHow do you feel about Wriothesley?â
Her question makes your heart skipâheat rising on your skin.
âWhat?â
She doesnât bother elaborating or giving you context, just waits for you to respond. You cough a little, feeling awkward, and wondering what kind of answer sheâs looking for.
âWellâŚI mean. I think heâs a good boss. Heâs friendly, and devoted to his job. He runs the prison well.â
Sigewinne nods, but doesnât comment. Just keepsâŚstaring.
Feeling pressured, you force yourself to think of more to say.
âUmâŚheâs deserving of his title and the respect he garners. IâŚenjoy speaking with him? Like when he invites me to partake in tea breaks. I dunnoâŚhe just kinda reminds me of a big, fluffy puppy. He looks scary but heâs actually prettyâŚcute, yâknow?â
Finally, Sigewinne smiles. She takes your hand in her tiny ones, giving it a squeeze.
âThank you for answering my question. You can go now.â
You blink at her dumbly, but nonetheless excuse yourself from the room.
Two days later, Wriothesley invites you to his office for tea. And to your surprise, when you walk in, you find Sigewinne waiting there as well.
âThank you for coming!â she says as you enter the room. You flash her a smile, taking a seat in one of the open chairs around the table.
âOf course!â
âSigewinne has a tea she wants us both to try,â Wriothesley explains, a fond look in his eyes as he watches the resident nurse flit aroundâpouring hot water into the teacups that have been set out.
You nod.
âI see.â
âAlthough, I donât know why you wonât just steep the tea in the pot,â Wriothesley complains to her, just as Sigewinne places individual tea bags in each cup. âAre we not all being served the same tea?â
She cutely huffs.
âFor your information, no we are not. Your and Y/Nâs tea is unique.â
âOh?â Wriothesley leans forward to look into the teacups as the colors from the herbs begin to bleed into the water. âWhatâs so unique about it?â
âYouâll see,â she responds with a playful look, one that causes Wriothesley to amusedly raise his eyebrows. However, he doesnât say anything moreâsimply waiting for the tea to appropriately steep.
â...are you using the herbs I brought you?â
You canât help but notice the smell wafting from the cup in front of you is a little familiar. Sigewinne nods.
âWow! Iâm surprised you noticed.â
âAh, so this must be the reason you wanted me to lend you Y/N for a task the other day,â Wriothesley chimes in, his icy blue eyes once again shifting to Sigewinne.Â
âDo I get to know what herbs you requested Y/N to bring you, exactly?â
The resident nurse shakes her head, quietly laughing when Wriothesley sighs and deflates back into his chair.Â
âItâs meant to be a surprise! I want to see what you think about the taste without knowing the ingredients.â
âI suppose thatâs fair.â
Folding your hands on your lap, the office descends into silence for a brief moment, the three of you intently watching the teacups in front of you. Then, Sigewinne finally claps her hands and declaresâ
âOkay, theyâve steeped long enough. Go ahead!â
âFinally,â Wriothesley happily mumbles, reaching forward to pick up the pristine little plate on which his cup of tea resides. He brings the cup to his nose, inhaling deeply, and then takes a tentative sip.
âHmmâŚâ
He frowns, his brows pinching as he tries to discern the flavors heâs tasting.Â
Curiosity getting the better of you, you take a sip from your own cupâwincing as the hot liquid accidentally burns your tongue.
âSo?â Sigewinne prompts, staring excitedly between the two of you.
âItâsâŚpleasant,â you respond, clearly not as big of a tea connoisseur as the Duke. âIt has a hint of sweetness.â
âIt tastes like a Rainbow Rose smells,â Wriothesley adds, taking another sip. His gaze slides to you. âDid you pick some for her?â
You shake your head.
âNo, I didnât. OrâŚat least I didnât pick any fresh ones. I did go to a vendor and purchase something in a bottle that looked like crushed, pink dust.â
Sigewinne cutely laughs.Â
âAs expected of you, Your Grace. Yes, one of the ingredients is dried Rainbow Rose petals. Do you like it?â
Wriothesley makes a pleased sound.
âI do. The taste is light, but pleasantâlike Y/N said.â
âGood! I want both of you to drink up.âÂ
Sigewinne finally picks up her own tea, and you canât help but notice the difference in color when compared to yours and Wriothesleyâs. She really is drinking something differentâŚbut why?
âAye aye, captain,â Wriothesley responds, which makes Sigewinne laugh. You smile at the cute interaction between them, and have some more of your tea as well.
Together, the three of you engage in friendly conversationâcatching up about recent topics while indulging in tea and a few different snacks that Wriothesley had pulled out for the occasion. As you drink, you canât help but notice you feelâŚwarm. A heat that spreads out from your stomach, and slowly creeps into your limbs.
Youâve never felt this way before butâŚmaybe the tea is just extra hot today?Â
You glance up to Wriothesley and notice that heâs a little flushed as well. Which isâŚreassuring? You think. Since youâre obviously not the only one affected.
âOh! Y/N!âÂ
Sigewinneâs sudden call of your name draws you from your thoughts, and you look over at her. She smiles.
âI forgot to ask, but are you dating anyone?â
âSigewinne,â Wriothesley gently scolds. He leans forward and sets his teacup on the table, the cup now empty.
His tone practically says âItâs not appropriate to ask questions like thatâ without actually saying it. Sigewinne pouts.
âAww, câmon. Weâre all friends here! I wouldnât ask otherwise.â
Hearing that the melusine considers you to be a friend, you decide to grace her with an answerâignoring the tingling of the taste buds on your tongue.
âNo, I am not seeing anyone,â you inform her with a polite smile. Sigewinne nods happily at your answer, which makes your smile waver.
Is she happy youâre single?? Ouch.
âOkay, good,â she says. âIâd feel a little bad, otherwise.â
You blink in confusion at her words, watching her as she pops off her chair and heads towards the door. Wriothesley raises an eyebrow at her.
Thereâs sweat beading on his brow.
âWhere are you going?â
âAway,â she responds. âTo give you two some privacy.â
You and Wriothesley glance at each other, mirroring each otherâs confusion.
Your tummy starts to ache.
âWhy are you leaving us alone, exactly?â
Stopping just in front of the office doors, Sigewinne turns on her heel to face the two of you. Thereâs a smug grin on her face.Â
âThis is what happens when you donât follow doctorâs orders.â
You frown, raising a hand to your chest, wondering why your heart is suddenly racing.Â
Whatâs this about doctorâs orders?
You glance over at WriothesleyâŚonly to see that heâs frozen in shockâhis eyes wide with realization.
His pants feel too tight.
âSigewinne, you did notââ
Thereâs an edge to his voice when he speaks, his eyes narrowing. He plants his feet on the floor and prepares to stand and confront her, but before he can blink, Sigewinne has drawn her pistolâa tranquilizing bullet hitting him square in the chest, where a little patch of skin is showing.Â
He makes a noise of surprise, and quickly flops back into his chair to avoid falling on the floorâhis limbs immediately going numb.
âSigewinne!â you gasp. Youâre not sure whatâs going on, but the fact that sheâd just shot Wriothesley isâŚ
âItâs okay,â she says with a little sigh. âThe effect will wear off in a few minutes. AndâŚIâm sorry I scared you. Let me explainâŚâ
She holsters her gun and smiles at you, trying to calm you down.
âAs the nurse of the Fortress of Meropide, it is my duty to look after all residents, including Your Grace. And over the last few months, Iâve noticed him becoming moreâŚÂ irritable.â
âSigewinneâŚ,â Wriothesley mumbles, but the girl waves him off.
âAfter observing him for a while, I realized that his stress levels were getting high. And as his doctor, I recommended him a way to manage his stress, but he refused. He insisted tea was enough to soothe his nerves, but thatâs simply not true. SoâŚwhen you started working here, and I saw how well the two of you were getting along, IâŚgot an idea.â
Sigewinne glances over at Wriothesley, noticing how heâs begun to shift his boots against the floor.Â
Her tranquilizers wonât be in effect much longer. They never work as well on people Wriothesleyâs sizeâŚ
So, she decides to cut to the chase.
Reaching into her pocket, Sigewinne pulls out the DO NOT DISTURB sign youâd seen her making the other day. She holds it in front of her, and beams at you.
âSimply put, the Duke needs to have sexual intercourse to relieve his tension. After watching the two of you and seeing you interact on both physical and intellectual levels, I determined that you would be ideal partners for each other. So, I invited the both of you to partake in an aphrodisiac made from the herbs you gathered for me.â
âYouâŚyou drugged us?â you gape, completely thrown by everything sheâs just told you. She immediately gets defensive, her cheeks puffing.
âI medicated you,â she corrects. âAnd in the end, Iâm only acting as a doctor. This all could have been avoided if Your Grace had just taken care of his own needs, as Iâd insisted. Since he didnât, I could only logically assume it's because itâs his preference to have a partner, rather than going at it solo. So, if you want to blame anyone for this, please blame him.â
âSigewinneââÂ
Gripping the arms of his chair, Wriothesley breathes out a heavy sigh and begins to push himself up. You canât help but notice his face is much redder now, and youâre not sure if itâs from embarrassment, the effects of the drugs, or both.
Seeing that Wriothesley has nearly regained his strength, Sigewinne hurries to exit his office.
âAnyway! The effects of the tea should wear off in a few hours, but only if you relieve yourselves. Otherwise, it will last much longer. So I suggest you let loose and indulge yourselves. You like each other! Enjoy this time!â
Wriothesley opens his mouth to say something, but his words catch in his throat the second Sigewinne opens his office door. He doesnât want anyone outside of his office walls to hear him or know whatâs going on.
âIâll hang this sign on the door,â Sigewinne continues, her voice hushing. âSo no one comes in while you two areâŚbusy. Just remove it once youâre done, okay? Have fun!â
With a supportive little fist pump, Sigewinne then closes the door, leaving you and Wriothesley alone.
A few long beats of silence pass, then Wriothesley finally sighs.
"IâŚapologize for this. I never meant for you to get roped in."
You turn to look at him, only to find that he's standing with his back to you, his hand raising to rub at the back of his head.
You can see his muscles flexing as he does so, and you hate to admit that it causes the heat inside you to grow.
"It'sâŚnot your fault," you respond, laughing a little awkwardly. "I doubt it's easy to follow directions when your doctor tells you to jack off to rectify your hardass-ness."
Wriothesley glances at you over his shoulder.
"Have I been acting like a hardass?"
"You've been a little snippy at times," you tell him, smoothing your sweaty palms down your legs. Seriously, your clothes are starting to make you feel claustrophobicâŚ
"Not to me, specifically. But I've noticed it towards some of the prison residents."
"Shit," he sighs, rubbing his temples. You continue to watch him, your eyes wandering the expanse of his back. For a second, you don't understand why he won't face you. Then it clicks.
"...are youâŚhard? Is that why you're not turning around?"
"It'sâŚpretty bad," Wriothesley admits, his shoulder sagging in defeat. "I don't know what all was in that tea butâŚas an aphrodisiac, it's doing its job."
"YeahâŚ," you agree, swallowing heavily. You can feel wet arousal pooling on the fabric of your panties. His office has also started to feel like a sauna, but you're not sure if it's the air that's hot, or your body.
However, you're still not willing to breach the topic of "relief" with him. You haven't reached that level of desperationâŚyet .
So, you think of something else to carry the conversation in the meantime.
"SoâŚSigewinne said you like me?"
"Ah, you caught that."
He laughs a little, and begins pacing around the room, still careful to keep his back to you. You can't help but notice his stride is a littleâŚimpeded.
"If I'm being frankâyes, I do. You've beenâŚa pleasure to have around, since I hired you. Actually, one of the reasons I picked you in the first place was because of how you acted during your interview. Most people are scared of me and therefore talk cautiously. You're certainly respectful, of course, butâŚyou're a bit playful, as well. And I found that quality to be attractive."
"Ah, so I charmed you," you respond playfully. "Remind me to add that point to my resume later. "Managed to woo the Lord of the Fortress of Meropide". That sounds pretty goodâ"
"And there you go again," Wriothesley laughs. He steps behind the chair he'd been sitting in previously, and then finally turns to face youâthe back of the chair tall enough that his lower half is out of sight.Â
"Although, if I recall her words correctly, Sigewinne stated that we "like each other". So, is there something you'd like to say as well?"
Your eyes go wide, and you feel more blood rush into your head. Wriothesley smiles, wide enough to show teeth.Â
"Câmon now. It's not fair that I praise you and get nothing in return."
You pout.
"To be fair, I didn't know why Sigewinne suddenly asked me what I thought of youâŚ"
"Thatâs understandable, but still. I'd like to know what you told her."
Wriothesley maintains his playful demeanor, despite the way his knuckles begin to turn white at his sidesâa deep-seated need slowly sinking its claws into him.
You sigh.
"I justâŚtold her that you're a good boss, and are deserving of your titles and the respect you garnerâŚ"
You trail off, suddenly remembering the last thing you'd told Sigewinne during that conversation. Wriothesley clearly notices there's something you're leaving out, one of his eyebrows raising.
"And?"
You take a deep breath.
"That you're a cute puppy."
He blinks in shock.
"...excuse me?"
Oh god, you wanna phase through the floor.
"I said that even though you look scary, you're really just like a bigâŚcuteâŚpuppy."
For a moment, Wriothesley can only stare at you. Then, he throws his head back and laughs.Â
Embarrassed, you plant your palms on your thighs and push to your feet, instinctively wanting to run awayâŚonly to realize that your legs have gone weak.Â
With a distraught noise, you flop back into your chair.Â
Out of the corner of his eye, Wriothesley notices.
He coughs, pulling himself back together.
"Well, I've certainly never heard myself described in such a way before. I can't say I totally hate it, but I'm not sure if I agree with the term "puppy"."
You force an awkward laugh, finally losing steam as the arousal inside you begins to cloud your thoughts. Sigewinne obviously wasn't messing around when making her aphrodisiacâŚyou've never felt so horny before that it has literally hindered your mental and physical faculties.
The office is silent for a few tense moments, but finally, Wriothesley heaves a heavy sigh. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, his shoulders slumping as he hangs his head.
"You may revoke your good opinion of me, considering how inappropriate it is for a boss to even consider such a thing, butâŚI think my dick is gonna explode soon, so I'll just come out and ask."
You swallow, anticipating his next words.
"Would you beâŚinterested in having sex?"
Your body shivers in excitement at the idea, the lustful part of your brain screaming at you to jump him already.
"IâŚwould," you admit, managing to keep it together. Wriothesley's entire body jolts impatiently at your words, but heâs able to keep himself grounded.Â
"I don't think I'll be able to surviveâŚthis without some relief. AndâŚI trust you. SoâŚ"
"So we're in agreement," Wrioslethely supplies, waiting for your confirmation. You nod your head.Â
"We are."
In the next beat, he's is crossing the space between you, a "thank god" barely making it past his lips before he crashes them into yours.
Immediately, youâre groaning into himâyour arms wrapping around his neck and his hands finding the backs of your thighs. He lifts you from your chair easilyâyour chests pressing together as he holds you close.
Youâve always been acutely aware of how large Wriothesley is, but you donât think it fully sinks in until nowâas he manhandles you with ease, quite literally carrying you with one arm as the other sneaks beneath your shirt and tugs it over your head.
Youâre forced to break the kiss as he does so, but the second the fabric has been discarded, youâre tangling your fingers in his hair and dragging him in for another.Â
Your action evokes a pleased little rumble inside his chest.
âYou taste sweet,â he mumbles, his palm roaming over the exposed skin of your back. The warmth of his skin against yours makes you ache.
âItâs probably the aphrodisiac,â you reply breathlessly, a shiver raking your spine when you feel his fingers toy at the waistband of your pants.
âHmm, shall we posit your theory?â
Before you can even think to ask what he means, the room is spinningâtoo many things happening at once. However, itâs nearly impossible to miss the feel of your pants being shucked down your legs.
When everything settles, you find that youâre no longer chest to chest with Wriothesley, but rather, face to dick.
âWhââ
Your cheeks heat up as you finally digest the position heâs put you inâyour ass in his face, and his crotch in yoursâhis body now firmly planted in a chair as he spreads his thighs and makes himself comfortable.
âWriothesley!â you say in shock, your palms gripping his legs for support as you attempt to turn and face him. However, you quickly realize with the position he has chosen, youâre fairly helpless to do anythingâcompletely at his mercy as he locks his arms around your legs and grips your ass in his hands.
âHm?â he responds nonchalantly, one of his fingers slipping under the edge of your panties. You shift a little, trying to glare at him, but only succeed in having his clothed dick poke you in the cheek. He tenses at the sensation, and you feel his cock strain helplessly against the fabric of his pantsâbegging for more friction.
âIâm just testing your theory, like I said,â he continues, a surprised mewl tearing from your throat as he leans his head forward and nuzzles his nose in the damp fabric of your panties.
âIf you think itâs the aphrodisiac making you sweet, letâs see if itâs also having that effect elsewhereââ
Before you can protest, Wriothesley is tugging the crotch of your underwear asideâhis tongue licking a hot, languid strip between your folds. You gasp at the feeling, your nails digging into his thighs through the layer of clothes that he wears.
Above you, the Duke makes a pleased sound, repeating his previous actionânoting the way your body writhes against his hold. His fingers grip your ass tighter, his brows furrowing as he presses his tongue inside your entranceâyour arousal quickly coating his taste buds.
âYep,â he mutters after a moment, his voice tight and his throat bobbing as he harshly swallows. âYou tasteâŚaddicting.â
His words have your cunt squeezing around nothing, although he quickly dives back in and rectifies that problemâstretching your walls out around his tongue.Â
âFuckâŚ,â you pant, your head dropping as your strength wanes. Your muscles progressively start to feel like jelly, thanks to his ministrations. Especially, when he moves his mouth to your clit and begins rolling his tongue around itâa whine escaping you as the desire inside of you sears white hot.
And yet, despite the way Wriothesley presses onâgroaning into your pussy as he eats you outâyouâd be remiss to forget about the fact that heâs currently affected by the aphrodisiac as well, and has his own needs that need to be taken care of.
So, gathering what strength you have, you manage to push yourself up onto your forearmsâyour hands moving to the waistband of his pants. You frantically work open the button and zipper of his slacks, and then hook your fingers under the elastic of his underwear, tugging the band down.
âŚonly to have his freed cock immediately spring up and smack you in the face.
Your eyes go wide, and in normal circumstances, youâd expect Wriothesley to laugh at the comedy of what has just occurred. However, too immersed in the way your cunt tastes and feels, and the way your body continues to twitch in his hold, he doesnât even notice. And, too amazed by the sheer size of Wriothesleyâs dick as you finally lean your head back and get a good look at him, you donât bother saying anything.
No, instead you simply part your lips and take the head of his cock into your mouthâsucking lightly, your tongue teasing at his slit. The groan thatâs immediately torn from his throat is involuntaryâthe sound becoming muffled by your pussy as he momentarily stops to savor the feeling of your mouth on his dickâyour tongue flattening on the underside of his shaft as you slowly take more of him into your mouth.
Then, he goes back to eating you out with renewed fervorâyour eyes nearly rolling back into your skull when he sucks at your clit.
The room quickly fills with the sound of sloppy and messy oral, your head bobbing up and down Wriothesleyâs cock. Saliva drips down his length, his pre-cum smearing against your tongue, and you canât help but moan.
Everything feels so goodâfrom Wriothesleyâs tongue on your cunt, to the way his cock fills up your mouthâŚ
âFuck,â Wriothesley growls. His fingers move to pull at the folds of your pussy, spreading you open wider. You can feel his hot breath on your skin as he moves his mouth back to your clit, where he then staysâhis tongue flicking rhythmically against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
The pace and motion he settles on is one that you know will very quickly damn you, and he figures this out as well based on the way your thighs begin to shake in his grasp. Your body attempts to jolt away from himâtrying to escape the onslaught of pleasure he intends to giveâbut he leaves no wiggle room. He holds you tighter, enjoying the feeling of your mouth on his cock, and how your efforts slowly start to crumble along with your sanity.
âIâŚ,â you mumble the word around dick, trying to warn him of the orgasm you can feel quickly approaching. Your entire body swims with arousal, your head feeling light.Â
âKeep going, sweetheart,â he pants. âLetâs cum together.â
You feel his cock throb against your tongue, and, dutifully, you do your best to continue sucking him offâyour lips once again suctioning around his shaft. Your actions immediately evoke a pleased groan from the Duke, and you feel his thighs tense in your graspâhis own orgasm quickly approaching.
However, despite your best efforts to continue, everything falls apart the second your climax finally crests.
With a cry, you come undoneâyour body writhing in his hold. You go brainless almost immediately, the strength in your arms wavering, and Wriothesleyâs cock stuffing into your cheekâyour hot breath fanning over his length.
Luckily, the vulgarity of the entire situation is enough to push Wriothesley over the finish lineâhis dick painting the inside of your mouth with his cum. And to his surprise, once heâs spent, you actually pull your head back, close your lips, and swallow.
Shit, he thinks.Â
His dick is just starting to soften, and yet somehow, itâs also already getting hard again.
Thereâs a few beats of quiet that are filled only with the sound of you and Wriothesley panting. Then, once heâs caught his breath, he saysâ
âLetâs get you right side up.â
âand the world spins again.
Honestly, the fact that he can manhandle you this easily is criminal.
âYou okay?â he asks, sitting you on one of his thighs. He brushes a few stray hairs from your face, staring at you with a hint of concern.
You nod your head, grateful that the carnal desire youâve been afflicted with is clearly less, now that you and Wriothesley have both gotten off. ButâŚeven despite that, you still feel hot and tingly. Like you want more.
You glance down at his lap.
âMmm. Seems like youâre in the same predicament as me.â
âThink you can handle another round?â he asks. You meet his eyes, playfully raising your eyebrows.
âIâm almost tempted to say no, and see what you do.â
Wriothesley rolls his eyes, his hands grabbing your waist, and in the next moment, you find yourself slung over his shoulder.
âHeyâ!â you protest, attempting to look at him, but he only caresses your ass with his free hand.
âIf you have that much spunk left in you, you can handle another round,â he says, carrying you down the nearby staircase, to the floor below his office. âBut, Iâll be kind this time and make you more comfortable.â
His boots echo against the metal floor as he walks, and for a second, you wonder where exactly heâs taking you. But, soon after, Wriothesley pushes through a nearby door, and you find yourself in a moderately sized bedroom.
It must be his, you realize, feeling a little silly that youâd never pondered before now where the Master of the prison actually sleeps.
âHere we are.â
Wriothesley gently deposits you onto his bed, and then immediately reaches for his tie. You watch him with bated breath, your heart doing a tiny flip as you realize that heâs finally stripping out of his clothes. He opts to leave on the leather belts encircling his arms and neck, instead focusing the bulk of his time on shedding his suit, and undoing the many buckles on his boots.Â
By the time heâs finishedâhis erect cock once again sitting heavy between his legsâyouâre practically drooling at the sight of him.
His lips twitch into a little smile.
âIâm happy to know that you like what you see. However, in the time I spent undressing myself, you couldnât be bothered to remove what little clothing you have left? Câmon now, are you waiting for me to wrestle you out of them?â
Still feeling cheeky, you flash him a grin.
âHm, Iâd like to see you try.â
Wriothesley immediately cocks an eyebrow, his eyes glinting at the challenge youâve just issued, and your attitude wavers, realizing what it is youâve done. You open your mouth to say youâre only teasingâyour hands already raising behind your back to undo the clasp of your braâbut itâs too late.
In one swift motion, Wriothesley grabs your ankle and twists you onto your stomachâhis weight settling above you as he kneels onto the bed. You shiver when his knuckles brush against your skinâhis fingers swiftly undoing your bra.
âYouâre just a little brat, arenât youâŚâÂ
He speaks the words fondly, with a hint of amusement, and yet, they still go straight to your cunt.Â
âDonât say things like that,â you respond, instinctively raising your hips when Wriothesley hooks his fingers on your underwear and begins tugging them down your thighs. He stares intently at your backside as he does so, an idea popping into his mind.
âWhy? Because you like it too much?â
He discards your panties on the floor along with the rest of the clothes youâd both shed, and then grabs your knees, forcing you to spread your legs, so he can properly settle between them.Â
Another blush rises on your face at his words, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. At your lack of response, Wriothesely continues.
âIn my understanding, brats tend to like it a little rougher, soâŚâÂ
His hands ghost up your thighs, to your hips, and he grips you tightlyâforcing your lower half off the bed until youâre propped up on your kneesâhis cock sitting heavy against your ass.
â...what say we continue like this, hm?â
Bracing yourself on your forearms, you turn your head back to look at himâyour body tensing as you watch him fist his cock and drag it downward, between the lips of your pussy.Â
His icy eyes catch yours.
âAny objection?â
â...no,â you mumble, your fingers anticipatedly fisting in the sheets.Â
Wriothesley nodsâ
âGood.â
âand then presses the head of his cock inside you.
Immediately, you drop your forehead against the mattressâwilling your body to relax for him as he slowly inches inside of you.
His tongue had certainly been enjoyable, but this? Fuck. Nothing compares to the sensation of him slowly stuffing you inch by inchâthe girth of his cock positively delicious as he forces your cunt to stretch to accommodate him.
Itâs so much that by the time heâs fully seated inside of you, your body is shakingâyour breath coming out in quick, desperately little pants.
Seeing your reaction, Wriothesely soothes a hand up your spine, his warm palm settling between your shoulder blades. He decides to start slowâto give you a little more time to adjust to him.Â
And honestly, heâd love to take his time in generalâto really savor the sight of you beneath him, your cunt swallowing his cock so perfectly, but alas. The effects of the aphrodisiac make him impatient with need, and itâs not long before heâs moving fasterâlittle gasps and whines finding their way past your lips as he begins fucking you back onto his cock.
âAhhâŚseriously youâreâŚso fucking tight,â he curses. His fingers dig into the plush of your hipâhis jaw clenching, and his racing heart pumping lust through his veins.
Your cunt clamping on his dick seriously might be his personal slice of heaven.
âWrio, Iâ,â you canât even get the words out, your brain short-circuiting. You canât think straight anymoreânot with his cock rubbing you in all the right spots, making a mess of your insides, and quickly rocketing you towards anotherâ
Wait, no, itâs only been a minuteâ!
âFuck! âÂ
You choke the word out, your spine curving and your knuckles turning white as your second orgasm of the night is unexpectedly forced out of youâyour pussy spasming around Wriothesleyâs dick.
The last of your strength officially drained, you collapse forward onto the mattress, your cheek smushing into the covers.
âŚhowever, Wriothesley doesnât allow your lower half to fall along with the rest of youâhis hold on your hips keeping your twitching pussy firmly planted on his still-hard dick.
âWeâre not done yet, sweetheart,â he reminds you, his cock continuing to languidly drag between your walls, drawing out the tail end of your pleasure.
You canât help but whimper at his words, already feeling a bit oversensitive thanks to two consecutive orgasms. Wriothesley does his best to soothe your frayed nerves.
Leaning over you, he gently tangles his fist in your hairâcoaxing your head off the mattress so he can kiss you.Â
The kiss is messy, but sweetâthe angle of your bodies forcing his cock deeper inside of you, his hips completely flush against your ass.
âYouâre doing so good,â he tells you, peppering a trail of kisses against your cheek, and across your jaw. His praise causes you to whimper, a shiver raking up your spine when his tongue drags across your skinâhis teeth nipping at the nape of your neck.
His actions successfully get you to relaxâyour body becoming more pliable in his grasp as he once again begins to move. And soon enough, the wet sound of sex fills his bedroom once more.
Wanting to help him cum (and to feel his seed fill you), you do your best to help Wriothesley alongâpurposefully flexing the walls of your pussy as he fucks you. However, in doing so, you accidentally start yourself down the path of yet another orgasmâŚ
Feeling the familiar, aching pleasure beginning to build inside of you once again, you quickly stop what youâre doing. You think that a third orgasm honestly might kill you, butâŚitâs too late.
Wriothesley has already noticed your growing arousal, and decides that he likes it better when the two of you cum together.
So, he sneaks one of his hands between the apex of your legs, and begins rubbing at your clit.
The garbled, desperate cry that leaves your mouth immediately becomes seared in his mind for a long time to come.
âNo, Wrio, IâŚI canât. Iââ
Your words come out jumbled, tears beading on your lash line.
Momentarily removing his hand from your clit, he once again reaches forward and grips your hairâpulling your head back so he can kiss you. His lips swallow up your worries.
âYou can,â he insists, his voice whispering in your ear, and his hot breath fanning over your skin.Â
âI want you to cum with me, pretty girl. You can do it.â
You give no protest aside from a cute little whine, and that's good enough for Wriothesley.
Releasing your hair, his hand finds your clit once more.
He then proceeds to fuck you into the mattressâpursuing his orgasm with abandon. A groan leaves his mouth at the way your pussy starts clamping on his dick once againâtightening up with each pass of his fingers across your clitâyour pussy slick and messy with your own arousal.
Unable to think straight, you can only hold on for dear lifeâclinging to his sheets like a lifeline. You canât even process the sounds that are coming out of your own mouthâa damned, desperate symphony moans.
To Wriothesley, it all sounds like a siren's cryâbeckoning him closer to the edge.
âShit,â he pants, feeling his cock throb, and his balls tighten. The motion of his fingers on your clit quickensâyour toes curling as the coil of pleasure in your tummy continues to windâso close to snapping.
Sweat beading on his brow, Wriothesley leans forward, curling his body against yours. His teeth nip at the shell of your ear, his husky voice sending goosebumps across your skin.
âSo good for meâŚ,â he breathes, his hips smacking into your ass. His broad strokes deteriorate into needy rutting, and the sensation has you quite literally sobbingâhis cock now incessantly grinding into your g-spot.
You canât take it anymore.
Shoving your face into the mattress, you bite the sheets and screamâyour entire body shaking as you cum for a third time, your cunt milking around Wriothesleyâs cock.
He curses at the feeling, his face burying in your neck. Wrapping his arms around you, he hugs you to his bodyâfucking inside of you a few more times before finally joining you in ecstasy.Â
His teeth sink into you as his orgasms peaks, a heady groan muffled against your skin as his balls emptyâpumping you full of his cum.
Itâs not until the intensity of his pleasure has died down that Wriothesley ultimately releases you from his holdâyour lower half immediately flopping down onto the bed, and his softening cock slipping out of you.
The Duke takes a moment to simply look at you, and how fucked out you are. Your eyes bleary, skin flushed, and the imprint of his teeth engraved in your flesh.
He grunts at the sight, and settles in beside youâhis arm curling around your waist as he tugs you back against him. His tongue immediately begins lapping at the bite mark heâd inflicted, attempting to soothe the sting.
After a few seconds, you begin shaking, and Wriothesley immediately pauses, scared that heâs hurt you in some way.
âŚonly to realize that youâre laughing.
â...puppyâŚâ
He props himself up, glancing at you.
âWhat?â
âYou really are like a puppy,â you giggle, your finger lifting to brush a stray tear from your eye. âThe way you bit me, and then immediately started licking at it in apology. So cuteâŚâ
You break into another tiny fit of laughter, and Wriothesley rolls his eyes, yet canât help cracking a smile.
âWell, Iâm glad to know I didnât break you, at the very least.â
His hand rubs against your waist.
â...right?â
Finally getting ahold of yourself, you roll onto your back and smile at him, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek. He immediately leans into your touch, and it makes your heart flutter.
âIâm not broken, no. JustâŚsore. And gross. And sweaty.â
Wriothesley chuckles.
âWell, I think I can rectify some of those issues. I do have a bathroom, with a tub.â
âWow,â you respond, watching him as he scoots to the edge of the mattress and gets to his feet. He waits a second for you to join him, but you donât move.
âMyâŚlimbs feel like jello,â you admit, raising your arm and flopping it back down bonelessly for emphasis. Wriothesley rolls his eyes, but nonetheless leans over the bed and scoops you into his arms.
You rest your cheek against his chest, admiring for the first time how soft it really is.
âWhatever shall I do with you,â he playfully sighs, carrying you into the adjacent bathroom. He sets you on the vanity, moving over to the tub and turning on the tap for the hot water. You hum.
âMmm, I can think of a few things you can do. The first of which is helping me into the bath once itâs ready.â
Wriothesley quietly chuckles. Returning to your side, he takes your hand, and brings it to his lips.
âYes, maâam.â
Once the tub has filled, the Duke keeps true to his wordâonce again carefully cradling you in his arms as he seats himself in the tub basin, before positioning you in the space between his legs.
The steaming water immediately soothes the ache of your body, and you sigh in reliefâsinking back against Wriothesleyâs body. He lightly wraps one arm around your waist, the other resting on the edge of the tub.
For a few long minutes, the two of you bask in silence, simply enjoying the refreshing feel of the bath.Â
âŚthen, you start to notice something beginning to growâpressing at your back.
â...really? Is the aphrodisiac still getting to you that much?â
âNo,â he admits after a beat, leaning forward to kiss your neck. âI think this one is actually all me.â
You roll your eyes, but nonetheless crane your head to the sideâallowing him access to more of your skin as his mouth begins to wander.
âI thought I made it clear that my limbs are jello right now.â
âI can work with that,â he responds, and you feel him grin. His hand slowly trails down your stomach, and between your legs.
âIâll do all the work. You just get to make pretty sounds and feel good.â
His fingers slide between the folds of your pussy, and you jolt as he passes over your overly-sensitive clit. But seriouslyâŚhow are you going to say no to him?
âWhat am I going to do with you?â you sigh, echoing his earlier words. His chest rumbles with laughter, and he grabs your chin with his free handâturning your head so he can kiss you.
âMmm, I can think of a few things.â
The next morning, you find yourself in a back in your clothes, standing beside Wriothesley just inside his office door.
âIâll go first,â you say, to which he nods. âI have some errands to run anyway. You can wait a minute and then come out after me.â
âSounds good.â
The two of you stare at each other for a second, before you finally square your shoulders, and reach for the door handle.Â
Before you can twist it, Wriothesley catches your wrist. When you look back at him, you find that thereâs a blush on his cheeks.
âSo, IâllâŚsee you later?â
His suddenly bashful demeanor causes you to smile. Pressing onto your toes, you cup his cheeks and softly kiss him. He immediately grabs your waistâdeepening the kiss.
âYouâll see me later,â you promise.Â
With that, the two of you finally separate, and you disappear through his office door.
Wriothesley takes a deep breath at your departure, combing a hand through his hair as he waits for the right moment to make his own exit.
To be safe, he decides to wait a good few minutes. But finally, he opens his doorâpreparing to venture into the main area of the fortress, and make his normal rounds.
âŚhowever, he only makes it a step before remembering the sign Sigewinne had made.
With a sigh, he immediately backtracks and tears the DO NOT DISTURB sign off of his door, crumpling it between his palms.
When he turns back around, he nearly jumpsâSigewinne standing right in front of him.
âSo,â she says, a pleased grin on her face. âHowâd it go?â
Narrowing his eyes, Wriothesley only stares ahead, and walks past her. She easily follows after him.
âThe fact that youâre out and about this early in the day means something likely happened between you and Y/N.â
âNo comment,â Wriothesley responds, which makes Sigewinne giggle. They pass by a few prisoners as Wriothesley makes a B-line for the elevator to the production zone. Once there, Sigewinne squeezes herself in along with him.
As the elevator begins to descend, only a few seconds pass in silence, before Sigewinne asks one last question.
âAs your doctor, itâs my recommendation that you continue to regularly relieve your stress. So, are you going to be dutifully carrying out my orders from now on?â
Wriothesley makes a little face, glancing away from her.
â...maybe.â
Sigewinne smiles.Â
Thatâs good enough for her.
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