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Aqua Regia — experimentation is for the bold.
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Neuvillette x Fem!reader x Wriothesley (heavy heavy wriothesley x neuvillette)
Word count: 8.6k
After being married for a few years, your husband asks if you’d be willing to… experiment a little within your intimate life. Your best friend wriothesley is happy to help.
WARNING: SMUT, NSFW 18+ MDNI
CW: m/m/f threesome, m/f and m/m sex. Wriothesley fucks you and your husband. possessiveness(neuvi), danger kink(wrio), growling, slamming into walls, making out, vaginal fingering, anal fingering(male rec), vaginal sex, anal sex(male rec), Neuvillettes inhuman tongue, mentions of Neuvillettes dragon dicks, biting, minor mentions of blood at the end, clitoral stimulation, teasing.
Authors note: okay, okay. Listen. Listen. I had to, okay? Look— it doesn’t have to be AR canon if you’re not into it. It’s not imperative to the plot. It was just so eaaaaasssyyyyyyyyyy. No, Wriothesley isn’t joining the marriage, it’s not becoming a thing, but I am a firm believer that people can fuck their besties if they wanna and it can be chill. Fuck your besties!!! Especially if they look like wriothesley!!! Let your boy best friend fuck your husband!!! Especially if your husband looks like Neuvillette!!
“Have you ever had sex with a man?”
Wriothesley spit his tea across the entirety of his desk, soaking the morning paper crossword puzzle he was half paying attention to.
“I’m sorry, what?” He sputtered, wiping the leftover tea from his mouth and gaping at you with his blue eyes wide.
You simply shrugged, pretending like his reaction wasn’t the most hilarious thing you’ve seen in months. Though, you were expecting him to react something like that.
He was your best friend, but you’d never really talked about either of your sex lives before, mostly because you didn’t have a sex life before Neuvillette, and you always felt too awkward to talk about these things with Wriothesley.
The past couple years with Neuvillette had really whittled down your self consciousness on the subject though, and your more recent conversations with your husband had left you quite curious.
“Just a question, you don't have to answer if you’re not comfortable talking about it though.” You said, nonchalantly sipping your tea, trying to hide the grin threatening its way into your cheeks.
“No, no.” He said, rolling his neck as if the shock of the moment had put a crick in it. “You just caught me off guard, that’s all. You just… don’t ever talk about this kinda stuff.”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable discussing it with me, that's all.” You said, setting your tea down. “That and— up until Neuvillette, I didn’t really have any experience to speak of.”
He rolled his eyes. Wriothesley often joked about how gross you and your husband were. Flirting when no one was paying attention, stolen glances across the room, poorly concealed marks on your bodies— he called you shameless, teasing you but never prying.
“Well I mean, some people may find it a bit awkward, talking about the sex life of their two best friends… who happened to be married to one another…” he said.
”Do you?” You said, tone light and teasing, almost as if challenging him. “Find it awkward?”
“Not really,” he grinned. “Actually I’ve been dying to know what he’s got going on, y’know… with the whole dragon thing.” Wriothesley made a lewd gesture towards his crotch as he spoke, making you laugh.
“Ah ah, I asked first, your questions can come later.” You teased.
He chuckled, rolling his eyes again. “Fine, fine. The answer is yes, I’ve done almost everything under the sun with as many different kinds of people as there are out there.”
“Your Grace!” You said in a mock fluster. “How scandalous! What would the people say if they knew the Duke of Meropide was such a common whore!”
”Hey!” He laughed, taking your teasing just as intended. “Just because I’m not interested in a long term relationship doesn’t mean I need to be abstinent! Let a man enjoy the simple pleasures in life, you prude.”
You snorted, covering your mouth a bit as you tried not to laugh harder, Wriothesley’s wide grin and accusatory index finger pointing at you wasn't helping.
“What’s your, uh— preference in role when it comes to that type of sex?” You asked once you’d calmed down a bit.
He snorted again, making your laughter bubble back up and threaten to burst out once more.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “it's just so funny to try and see you talk about this shit.”
“Answer me!” You giggled, trying to brush him off. “I’m trying my best, here!”
He cleared his throat, attempting to take the conversation a little more seriously. “I’ve done both, and I favor neither one nor the other. It all depends on the partner, really.”
Not that you’d ever really entertained the thought of what Wriothesley looked and acted like in bed, but you could very easily picture him in a more dominant role, taking charge and leading the experience with a well practiced hand.
But picturing him in a more submissive role? Being the receiver, his broad shoulders pressed into luxurious blankets, large hands reaching up to grasp at long, silky white hair as he—
Oh. You were getting ahead of yourself.
You took the time to clear your own throat and calm your heated cheeks, trying to keep a proper posture.
“What is your opinion on people having casual sex with close friends?” You said, trying to keep your tone level and casual, as to not expose your nerves and ruin the entire conversation. If things took a sour turn, you could easily play it off as morbid curiosity.
He seemed to answer without really thinking. “I mean, I personally don’t see a problem with it, as long as everyone is consenting and, you know… chill.”
You rolled your eyes at his ridiculous and frequent use of cryo puns. You swear he did it just to get a rise out of you sometimes.
But he suddenly paused, most likely connecting some dots, as you figured he would.
“If I didn’t know any better, I might think this illustrious personal assistant was propositioning me on behalf of the Iudex, which would never happen,” his eyes thinned, turning a bit dark, but you could see the remnants of a grin threatening their way onto his face once more. “Would it?”
“Quite preposterous in theory, for sure.” You bit the inside of your cheek, refusing to meet his eyes and instead taking a delicate sip of your tea, proper and poise. “Though in practice it might not be so improbable.”
Wriothesley’s eyes glimmered as he leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers together and watching you avoid his gaze.
He made a noise of affirmation before clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Yes, yes. Well, even so, I would find it hard to believe, considering everyone in Fontaine is aware of how devoted the honorable Iudex is to his most beloved wife.”
“Yes, well.” You sat your teacup down, eyeing the rows of books he kept while willing the heat from your cheeks. “One does not live life without developing… curiosities. And perhaps his beloved wife is curious too? It’s not so obscene to imagine.”
Wriothesley tilted his head, and out of the corner of your eyes you caught him licking his lips.
“Obscene isn’t the word I’d use when imagining it, that’s for sure.”
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“Are you sure about this?” He asks.
“You know you can say the word at any time and this doesn’t have to continue,” You add.
“Exactly.” Wriothesley agreed. “I’m here to do what you want, there’s no expectations. I won’t be upset or offended, literally anything that happens tonight will not affect our relationship whatsoever.”
Your heart thudded against your ribcage as you watched Neuvillette look between the two of you.
Sitting down in the living room with Wriothesley and your husband was a common occurrence, many nights of cards and drinks and laughs were shared here. But tonight was very different, the air seemed electro-charged and the fire crackling in its stone fireplace was only adding more distracting noise to the sound of your heart beat thrumming through your eardrums. Could Neuvillette hear it so loudly too?
Neuvillettes eyes still danced between the two of you, and his brow raised slightly as if in disbelief.
“You are both aware that I was the one who initially proposed this idea, correct?” He asked, slow and steady as if to make sure the words really resonated. “It would be rather foolish of me to ask something like this of the two of you, only to change my mind at the last second. Unless… you both are having second thoughts on the matter?”
Both you and Wriothesley tried to express your refusal of such an accusation at the same time, making the two of you chuckle at each other with your eagerness.
“It’s not us, it’s just…” Wriothesley paused, making a circling gesture with his spread hands, as if he was trying to gather the thoughts he couldn’t quite conjure.
“My love, you have a tendency to be a bit…” you started, looking for the right phrase to not offend him too terribly much.
“Sometimes you can come across a little…” Wriothesley looked at you, cringing a bit as he hoped you would finish as if to soften the blow.
You sighed, deciding to just come right out and say it.
”Possessive.” You said. “You can be quite possessive.”
Neuvillette only nodded, seemingly unaffected.
“It is true that I can be rather possessive of my wife, as is in a dragon's nature to protect their mate, to guard their treasures carefully.” He looked to you. “Though I don’t see how that would be a problem in this situation?”
”My darling, you growled at that tea seller from Liyue when he tried to offer me a discount.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest.
“I did not enjoy the way his eyes were roaming all over your body, as if you were some kind of confectionary treat to drool over.”
“You’ve almost broken my hand just for touching her arm.” Wriothesley deadpans.
“Unrelated.” Neuvillette huffs. “I was experiencing a fluctuation in elemental energy when the full power of the hydro sovereign was returned to its rightful owner. Any irresponsible choices I might have made during that time can be written off as flukes, one time mistakes, nothing more.”
“Any irresponsible choices like, for example, courting your personal assistant without the knowledge that she was aware that was what you were doing?” Wriothesley stood from his chair, rounding the little end table that held your books to stand behind the armchair you were perched on, facing Neuvillette on the couch.
You could see the tips of your husbands ears glow red in the firelight, and you suppressed the urge to giggle when he clicked his tongue against his teeth.
“Nonsense.” He looked at you, and his eyes softened. “The decision to court you may not have been a very well thought out one, but it was a decision I will stand by for the rest of my existence.”
You flushed. He always found a way to make your heart flutter. You were so in love with this man— dragon— you were in love with your husband, and it seemed his devotion to you was an endless pool as well.
“Well, if it's unrelated, you should have no problem with me touching her again now, hmm?” Wriothesley said behind you, and you froze a bit in shock. You didn’t think he would start this so soon, but better to get going naturally, yes? Surely if you tried to talk about it forever, it would never happen.
His large, still wrapped up hands slid down your arms, fingertips dragging along your exposed skin until he was bent over the back of the chair, nuzzling into the side of your neck. His index fingers smoothed over the insides of your wrists as he breathed in your scent, a soothing gesture surely— but it only served to rile you up even more.
You looked up at Neuvillette and involuntarily whimpered at how strained he looked. His eyes were dark, menacing. His gloved hands were gripping the edge of the couch, straining the fabric as if it was seconds away from tearing and exposing the cushion. He looked like he was about to pounce, a murderous glare trained on where Wriothesley was touching you, breathing you in.
“You smell so sweet tonight, is that a new perfume?” Wriothesley whispered, making sure his breath ghosted over your ear, causing you to shiver.
“Yes,” you squeaked, still watching Neuvillette watch you.
“Just for me?” You caught him flashing that cheeky grin in your peripherals. “You shouldn’t have.”
His hands smoothed up and down your forearms, his lips barely ghosting along your throat, the tease of it all making you breathless.
“You seem far too comfortable doing such things with your best friend, Your Grace.” Neuvillettes' tone was dark, his voice was steady and smooth like usual, but there was an underlying madness creeping around the edges of his words that set your skin on fire. “Should I be concerned?”
Wriothesley pressed his smile against the sensitive skin beneath your ear, not quite a kiss but it ripped a growl from Neuvillette’s chest all the same.
“It’s fun to play pretend sometimes, isn’t it?” The Duke whispered your name softly in your ear, and you could see his eyes dip up to finally look at Neuvillette. “We can play pretend for a little while… can’t we, doll?”
You met Neuvillettes gaze. He was livid, yes. But there was a flush on his cheekbones that wasn’t there before— a heaviness to his breath that didn’t seem to come from his anger. You nodded to Wriothesley.
“I haven’t even touched you properly yet and he looks like he’s about to burst.” Wriothesley chuckled, low and breathy in your ear, but loud enough that you were sure your husband could hear. “Tell your puppy to heel, hmm? I’m just trying to get the fun started.”
Your thighs clenched together, heat pooling to your core in droves as you watched Neuvillette, all while receiving Wriothesley’s gentle and teasing ministrations.
“Neuvillette—“ you gasped as Wriothesley moved his hands to your thighs, blowing cool air in your ear. “Are you… still okay?”
Wriothesley’s warm palms gripped onto the plush of your thighs, making your legs spread almost on their own, a natural response to the kind of feelings stirring inside you, but it still made you squirm knowing it wasn’t your husband who brought such a response from you.
Neuvillette still hadn’t responded, but you figured he would voice his concerns if he truly had any. He looked as though he was fighting against all instincts, but from a quick peek to the crotch of his pants—you could tell he was just as excited as you were.
Your hips bucked up and arms tensed as Wriothesley kissed you gently on the junction between your neck and shoulder, your thinly strapped top giving him easy access to plenty of skin.
“So responsive…” Wriothesley groaned. “Aren’t you just a little treat for me.”
You bit your bottom lip as his kiss turned wet, his tongue dragging across your skin with each press of his lips.
Your eyes fluttered shut and you whined when he nibbled on your jawline, making your hands grip the arms of the chair even tighter as his hands continued their leisurely strokes on the tops of your thighs, fingertips only slightly teasing the fabric covering the inner flesh here and there.
“Such pretty little noises too,” Wriothesley said, bringing his fingertips further into the flesh of your inner thighs on the next stroke of his hands, watching the way Neuvillette lurched at the sound of your whimpers. “Does she make such pretty noises for you too, Iudex?”
Neuvillettes voice was chipped at the edges, wavering and dark, anger and lust and all other conflicting emotions swirling in the syllables as he growled out into the firelight flickering along the dark walls.
“My touch commands sounds more beautiful than you will ever pull from her, I can assure you that.”
“That sounds like a challenge to me, Monsieur.” Wriothesley was pushing it, he really was. You were honestly shocked at how well Neuvillette was handling himself thus far, but there had to be a breaking point.
The Duke of Meropide looked your Husband dead in the eyes (you only knew he did because you watched as Neuvillette met his gaze, his pupils thinning into tiny slivers,) and dragged his fingertips up your thighs, bringing his left and to press his middle and ring fingers deeply along the seam of your pants— the seam directly covering your aching core.
Your cunt throbbed at the attention and you cried out, a little startled but mostly just overwhelmed at such a heavy and sensual touch after all the light teasing.
As quickly as the touch was there it was ripped away, your body jolting back in shock as Neuvillette was suddenly upright, bolting across the few feet between the chair and couch to push Wriothesley away from you, making the Duke stumble backwards a few steps.
If he pressed him back where he stood, his back would surely collide with the bookshelves behind him, and somewhere in his instinct driven lizard brain he must have realized that, so he grabbed Wriothesley by the lapels on his vest and hauled him against the wall perpendicular to the shelves, which happened to line up quite nicely with your field of view as you turned around in the chair.
You sat on your knees and gripped the edge of the chair back as you watched them. Their profiles illuminated by the stone fireplace, the breaths in their chests heaving as they looked at each other.
Wriothesley was no small man, but he seemed so tiny as Neuvillette loomed over him, his eyes blazing down and piercing into the Duke.
“Your impudence knows no bounds, does it, little boy?” Neuvillette growled.
Oh.
Oh, did that ever do something for you.
Wriothesley cheekily grinned under his murderous glare, looking up at him without a care in the world— like one of the most powerful beings in Teyvat wasn’t pressing him up against a wall, looking like he wanted to tear him limb from limb.
Or maybe that's exactly why he looked so happy. Wriothesley used to be a bit of an adrenaline junky, didn’t he? Nothing crazy, just jumping into the water from high cliffs, picking fights with bullies much bigger than him, that sort of thing. You figured that spark must’ve died down since his sentencing to the Fortress, but it looks like it was still alive and well, glimmering up at your husband.
“Oh,” Wriothesley breathed, shifting his knee up in between Neuvillettes thighs. “I know plenty of ways to disrespect the honorable Iudex, if he’d like me to show him.”
Neuvillette let loose a sound halfway between a growl and a moan as Wriothesley pressed his thigh into Neuvillette a little harder, grinding against what was surely an aching erection.
“Or would he rather disrespect me?” Wriothesley’s breath was heaving in his chest as he pulled Neuvillettes hands from his lapel to his throat, steadying his grip there as he moved closer, pressing further. You watched as his gaze flickered from Neuvillettes eyes to his lips, before that sinful tongue came out and absentmindedly swiped across his own bottom lip.
And that was all it took.
Neuvillette crashed into him in a flurry of teeth and tongues as he devoured Wriothesley, pinning him further against the wall with his slender hands cupping around his throat.
You gaped as Neuvillette managed to slip a knee between Wriothesley’s legs now, and you nearly moaned he ground his hips against the duke, the tents in their pants pressing against each other's hips. Every few strokes they would bump into each other until Neuvillette must have decided that he preferred when they did, because he shifted until they were pressing against each other's cocks with every grind of their hips, making Wriothesley whimper out a pitiful sound that had you feeling your heartbeat pounding between your legs.
The Duke managed to pull his arms up and over Neuvillettes shoulders, wrapping his hands around the back of your husbands neck, pulling him closer as they devoured one another.
Their breaths were heavy, the grinding of their hips making you squeeze your thighs together as you watched them. You had half a mind to think that maybe you were a bit perverted for enjoying this so much, but the other half was too enraptured by the sight in front of you and the wetness pooling in your underthings to worry too much about it.
“You kiss—“ Wriothesley breathed between kisses, “—like it's a conquest.”
Neuvillette growled, pressing himself closer, squeezing the sides of Wriothesley’s throat in warning. “Only when I have a partner so desperate to be conquered.”
Neuvillette moved his hands in favor of sucking and nibbling along the exposed skin of Wriothesley’s jawline and throat, nibbling between the black wrappings and making the Duke’s knees shudder while he moaned.
His eyes caught yours where you sat and a grin pushed its way onto his heated face.
“Look at your little wife, Monsieur.”
Neuvillette turned his head, and his pupils dilated in the firelight as he caught you so shamelessly staring, face flushed and thighs surely squeezing together.
“Bedroom.” He said, voice leveling out but having no less of its ever commanding tone.
“Bedroom.” You squeaked, nodding as you nearly fell off the chair.
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“I never imagined that Madame Neuvillette would be so shameless…” Wriothesley breathed in your ear as you squirmed in his lap, head lolling back onto your husband's shoulder as the Iudex sucked along your throat from where he sat behind you.
Your clothes were long tossed off, and you pulled at Wriothesley’s tie and hand wrappings, desperate to expose more of his skin. Wriothesley chuckled and moved to take it all off, his coat and vest long since discarded into the darkened corners of your bedroom.
Satisfied with Wriothesley following your needy directions, you reached over your own shoulders to pull at your husband's shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin pressing against your own.
“My love…” you whined. “More, more— I wanna feel you.”
Neuvillette brought his fingertips to your mouth, and you whined as you pinched the tip of his glove in between your teeth, holding on as he slipped his hand from the offending fabric. He brought his other hand up to do the same, and you watched as Wriothesley’s pupils blew wide at the movement.
Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you dropped the gloves in your lap, looking at Wriothesley with a face that was surely more lewd than he’d ever seen on you before.
Finally, his upper body was bare, and your hands roamed the wide expanse of his scarred skin.
“Kiss me?” You asked, looking at him through your lashes.
“What kinda question is that?” Wriothesley grinned as he leaned up to capture your lips. He tasted like tea, and a vague hint of your husband's lips from their earlier tryst downstairs.
You moaned as the duke's hands caressed your waist and cupped your breasts, his hips rocking up into you as your tongues danced together, messy and uncoordinated but so enjoyable.
Wriothesley pulled back and his eyes flickered behind you before a pained expression washed over his face.
“Damn it. Fuck. That’s so fuckin’ unfair.” The duke whined.
You looked back to see your husband shirtless, finally. You knew exactly what Wriothesley was whining about too.
Neuvillette was always beautiful, but all his finery and fabrics hid just how stunning he actually was.
His pale skin was flawless, glowing in the moonlight streaming in your bedroom window. His shoulders were broad, arms sculpted and showcasing the odd blue veins here and there. His abdominals were strong and lean, his trim waist dipped into his hips with a perfect v cut that drew your eyes directly towards the light speckling of hair that trailed below his navel. He had the body of a strong swimmer, he had the body of a being so beautiful not even the gods could compare.
He was stunning, he never failed to take your breath away even after years of the privilege of seeing him this way.
“I know exactly what you mean,” you pouted as you looked at him over your shoulder.
Neuvillettes long silky hair fell over his shoulder as he leaned in to crowd you against Wriothesley, his bare hands tipped in the faintest pale blue— the element he commanded pulsing through him too powerful to stay hidden away— running along Wriothesley’s sides to paw greedily at his chest, his arms caging you in and forcing you deeper into the dukes lap.
“You both act as if your forms do not beget a reaction so feral and obscene that it makes ones insides shudder in anticipation.” Neuvillette growled, his fingers trailing through the dark hairs coating Wriothesley’s chest.
Wriothesley groaned as you reached down to join your husband's perusal of his chest. Neuvillette was right about one thing at least— as beautiful as your dragon sovereign was, Wriothesley was a different sort of attractive altogether.
Wriothesley was thick. All broad shoulders and corded muscle, large arms that looked like they could pick you up and toss you across a room without issue. His waist didn’t cut in as narrow as Neuvillettes, his abdominals less defined, but you could still see the strength in him tense as you ran your hands across his body. Scarred, marked by his past tribulations and coated in a speckling of hair that just screamed that rugged sort of sexy that made your mouth water.
“Fuck,” the duke said, tossing his head back as Neuvillette ran his nails from chest to navel. “Is he always so quick with the flowery dirty talk?”
You smiled, squirming down on his lap, surely making a mess of the front of his pants. “You act like it didn’t make your cock jump.”
You bit your lip and moaned as Wriothesley grinned and bucked his hips up against your cunt as punishment.
Neuvillette leaned closer, his head dipping above your shoulder to mouth at Wriothesley’s jawline as you were squeezed between them, helpless and turned on with the Duke's erection pressing at your core and your husbands twitching against your ass.
“Your insistence on tormenting my wife will not go unchecked, Your Grace.” Neuvillette whispered as his hands pawed at the Duke's chest once more.
You could hear Wriothesley’s breath hitch as you squirmed further into his lap, and you felt your husband grab and squeeze at him while dragging nibbling kisses along his throat and jawline.
“You’re so fucking good, Neuvillette, shit—“ Wriothesley moaned, stumbling over his words a bit. “Damnit— I want to fuck you so badly.”
Everything seemed to still for a moment. Neuvillette leaned back, letting you look at Wriothesley’s flushed face and heaving chest. His cock was straining against his pants beneath you, you could feel it twitching as he looked up at both of you.
“Do you really?” Neuvillette asked.
“Wha— what?” Wriothesley breathed.
“Do you want to fuck him?” You said, sounding equally as breathless.
Wriothesley seemed confused for a moment, before his eyes darted between the two of you, his face still tinged pink.
“With the way things were going… I figured he’d be the one to— but if you—“
“Do you want to fuck Neuvillette, Wriothesley?” You asked, lowering your tone into something more sultry as you looked at him through heavy lashes.
“Fuck—“ he groaned, his eyes rolling back a bit. “Fuck yes. Yes— you have no idea.”
You both slid off of him, and Neuvillette grabbed at his thighs to pull his legs to the edge of the bed. You sat beside the Duke, watching intently as your husband lowered himself to the ground between Wriothesleys knees.
Wriothesley sat up, looking at the Iudex on his knees in front of him, and his face suddenly turned a whole new shade of red.
“You don’t have to— I mean, I said I was—“
“I want to try. Let me try it?” Neuvillettes' tone was a lot softer now that Wriothesleys hands weren’t actively on you, and you knew that would be the case.
Wriothesley propped himself up with his hands behind him. “Fuck, yes. Yes— okay.”
You leaned over to help Neuvillette undo Wriothesley pants, wanting an up close look at the way his face would change when he saw Wriothesley’s cock. And he did not disappoint you.
His eyes widened and pupils dilated as Wriothesley’s cock burst from its confines, the weight of it making it droop a bit to the side instead of smacking against his stomach. You felt your own mouth water at the sight of it. He was long and obscenely thick, you think he was perhaps even thicker than your husband, and you could see the way Neuvillettes gaze took it in, watching the gears turn in his mind as he realized he was going to try and fit this thing inside him.
A taste of your own medicine, much? You wanted to snicker.
Neuvillettes eyes dipped over to you, a look of hesitation flickering across his features. You smiled down at him, reaching a hand to card your fingers through his hair.
“Take it slowly, darling. You know what feels good, just let yourself have fun with it, okay?” You said.
He looked to Wriothesley, who just silently nodded in agreement, hands fisting the blankets and staring in almost disbelief at Neuvillette between his legs.
Finally, finally, Neuvillette leaned in and let his hot and wet tongue lick up Wriothesley’s shaft before releasing its inhuman length out to curl lewdly around the head of it, lapping up the pre-come dripping from the tip.
Wriothesley shuddered, his eyes widening even more as a desperate sound of shock was ripped from his throat, and he pulled away, scurrying himself back up the bed.
“OH!— okay okay OHkay—“ he yelped as he scrambled back. “If we keep doing that shit I’ll be done in five seconds flat. What the fuck?”
You giggled, looking at Neuvillettes' disappointed pout as Wriothesley panted beside you.
“Yeah, I had about the same reaction the first time too— though I let him keep going.”
Wriothesley sighed. “Yeah well— I said I was going to fuck him.”
The Duke shuffled out of his pants fully, tossing them on the floor. His thick thighs flexing as he kneeled on the bed.
“Sorry, sorry. We can try that again another time.” He took a deep breath, grounding himself. “If it pleases the honorable Iudex, I’d have him lie on the bed and make himself comfortable.”
Neuvillette eyed the cock still hanging hard between Wriothesley’s thighs, but listened without complaint, laying himself down on the pillows.
“Good.” Wriothesley said, the flush in his cheeks slowly dying down to something more reasonable.
He crawled closer, kneeling in between Neuvillettes spread legs, eyeing him for signs of discomfort as he slowly reached for the buttons of his pants. Neuvillette simply relaxed his face, lifting up his hips when Wriothesley pulled at the waistband to tug them off his body.
To Wriothesley, it probably looked like Neuvillette was in calm indifference, just going with the motions, but underneath, you could see your husband brimming with nerves and anticipation, his eyes blazing with need. Your husband was just incredibly used to schooling his own emotions into a mask, he was doing so now to hide his nervousness.
As his pants and undergarments were finally pulled from him, his cock twitched, long and hard and leaking as he laid there, and you simply couldn’t help yourself. You leaned down and took the head of it into your mouth, giving him a few firm sucks just to loosen the tension in his spine.
He moaned, his hand coming to your shoulder as he squirmed. You pulled away, smirking at the flush now coating his face.
Wriothesley whistled as he took in Neuvillettes completely naked form, running his hand along a smooth milky thigh, thumbing gently where it meets his hip.
Neuvillette squirmed, his hand reaching for yours. You grasped it gently, smiling up at Wriothesley. “He’s fine, just getting all quiet because he’s nervous.” You explained when wriothesley looked to you in concern.
“Nervous?” Wriothesley chuckled. “After all that? He’s nervous now?”
“Se—“ Neuvillette stuttered. “Nervousness during sexual exploration is normal, however sharing new experiences with someone that one has no sexual experience with prior can be cause for some anxiety. I am… I am fine— eager, even.”
Wriothesley smirked affectionately, rubbing Neuvillettes thighs. “Well that's good. Is it alright if I touch you now?”
”You may.” Neuvillette breathed.
You continued to hold his hand as you sat down by his hips, eyeing the way Wriothesley squeezed his inner thighs appreciatively.
His large calloused hands spread up and cupped around Neuvillettes pelvis, his thumbs gently running along his balls, watching gleefully as the Iudex twitched under his teasing touch.
A hand finally came up to grasp his cock, starting a slow pace of languid strokes, making you both eye the precome beading at his tip as Neuvillette bit his lip and watched.
“You know, I was expecting something a little more… dragon-like down here.” Wriothesley teased, eyeing Neuvillettes cock before tracing his gaze appreciatively all over his naked body. “You’re fucking ridiculously big, and so damn flawless it’s certainly a little inhuman… but not what I was expecting.”
Neuvillette watched as Wriothesley’s hand picked up the pace, only to slow right down once more, his calloused fingers squeezing here and there as his other hand still teased the junction between his pelvis and thigh.
“This is my… least alarming form.” Neuvillette breathed, and you watched as his brow twitched. he was certainly holding back. “I thought it appropriate to keep the experience as close to… normal as possible.”
“His other form is so pretty,” you pouted, twirling your index finger around Neuvillettes pert nipple, the pink flesh pebbling from all the attention. “But he wont let me play with them… he says I’ll just end up hurting myself.”
“Them?” Wriothesley’s hand paused as he looked at you with a raised brow.
You gave him a cheeky grin, raising up two fingers as you glanced down at Neuvillettes cock. Wriothesley audibly swallowed as you gestured a measurement well over a foot with your hands and mouthed the word big with some finality in your expression.
“Your mortal body is not equipped to deal with such—“ Neuvillette was cut off by his own choked groan as Wriothesley bent down to lap at the head of his cock, blue eyes still staring up at your husband with such intensity.
“You’re telling me you have two cocks?” Wriothesley teased between strokes of his hand and tongue, watching as Neuvillette writhed on the bed. “And you’ve been holding out on our girl here?”
Neuvillette’s head snapped up, glaring at Wriothesley between his spread legs.
“Mine.” His voice was a rasping growl, eyes aflame. “Not yours.”
You watched Wriothesley shudder, his grin ever present as he simply continued the strokes and little licks around your husband's leaking cock.
“Oh fuck, that’ll never not be hot.” He murmured almost to himself as Neuvillette settled back down at your soothing touch running along his chest.
“He’s just teasing you, my love.” You whispered to him, nibbling along his pointed ear. “Everyone knows I belong to you.”
“You have to let me see them,” Wriothesley chuckled as he sat back up, pinching along Neuvillettes thighs. The sight of your husband spread wide and flushed was enough to send pulses of searing heat between your legs, and you simply couldn’t take it anymore.
Neuvillette cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with The Duke as you settled to lay down on the bed beside him, rolling on to your side to face him. You nuzzled into your husbands neck, kissing and nibbling at his skin as if it would soothe the ache in your core.
“Perhaps another time.” Neuvillette didn't sound very thrilled, in fact he sounded rather embarrassed. You remember how long it took to convince him to let you see his more dragonian features.
Wriothesley smiled at the premise of another time, another instance of this happening between the three of you. It seemed that he certainly wasn’t going to object.
“Lubricant?” The Duke asked.
“Top drawer, right side.” You mumbled from your mission of scattering purpling marks along your husband's collar bones.
You felt Wriothesley shift as you wrapped your arms around Neuvillettes neck, bringing your lips to his for a fervent kiss. He consumed you, his inhuman tongue twirling with yours and dipping deeper than usual, teasing your gag reflex and pushing little tears to form at the corners of your eyes.
Wriothesley was back, spreading the lubricant along his fingers. “I’ll start slow, okay?”
“I am not made of glass, your Grace.” Neuvillette scoffed slightly as he paused your kiss.
“Have you done this before?” He looked between the two of you.
“No, I didn't want to hurt him, I’ve never done anything like this.” You said, looking up at Wriothesley before your eyes were pulled right back to the lewd sight of Neuvillette running his tongue along his bottom lip.
“Exactly. I know what I’m doing. Let me do it.”
You and your husband nodded, seemingly more interested in sucking on each other's tongues than Wriothesley’s scolding. That is, until Neuvillette paused, his eyes widening.
“There, there's one. How is it?”
A rough breath pushed from Neuvillettes nose, as he shifted, and you watched the muscles in Wriothesley’s arm flex as he pumped the digit in and out of your husband, slowly and with a careful gaze.
“It is… different.” Neuvillette finally said, letting you nibble on his bottom lip.
“Good. Please say something if you feel any pain or discomfort.” Wriothesley’s eyes were sparkling as his eyes flipped between watching the two of you and watching his finger sink in and out of Neuvillettes hole. “Think you can take another?”
“Yes.”
Wriothesley’s fingers were thick, you knew that. Watching Neuvillettes face change color as Wriothesley pressed a second finger inside made you writhe beside him.
A small noise left Neuvillette as Wriothesley started his slow pumps once more, and your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. You rolled to your back, immediately spreading your legs and running fingers along your clit, still watching your husband try to hang on to his composure.
You whined as Neuvillette gripped the blankets beneath him, his breaths becoming heavier as his face grew more red. Wriothesley was picking up the pace, slowing every now and then with a focused expression, as if he was looking for something.
The Duke watched you as he kept going, smirking down at your shameless display.
”Awe, you both just have such greedy little holes, don’t you?” His hand wrapped around your ankle, pulling you down the bed closer to him. A surprised squeak left your lips, and you watched with wide eyes as Wriothesley reached his free hand over to pet at your leaking cunt, fingertips slipping through and pressing so wonderfully.
He pressed the tip of one finger into your hole, before pulling back out and squeezing two inside you, slow and hot and so good. You keened at the stretch, your achey walls screaming at the sensation of finally being stimulated.
“There you go, ‘that what you needed, pretty girl?” he asked.
You nodded obediently, spreading your legs further as he pumped his fingers in and out of your hole, your back arching as you moaned and cried for him.
You turned to look at your husband, who was surely fuming at another man touching you so blatantly, but you were only met with a flushed and panting mess.
It seemed in your distraction, Wriothesley had added another finger, and Neuvillette was reacting sensationally to the pleasure. His voice was still held back, but you saw his eyes glazed over with lust, his little fanged teeth biting into his bottom lip.
Before you could get too distracted, Wriothesley crooked his fingers inside you, making you sob out and arch your back as he prodded at your g-spot.
To your surprise, Neuvillette cried out at the same time as you, a loud whine being ripped from his throat.
“Found it,” Wriothesley grinned.
The dam had finally cracked, though only a trickle of Neuvillettes true expressions were leaking through. He softly groaned, his eyes rolling back as his horns glowed, his hands nearly tearing holes in the sheets.
“Yeah?” You breathed, still spinning from Wriothesley’s fingers stroking inside you. “Does it feel good, my love? Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Your Grace,” Neuvillette panted, tilting his head up to meet Wriothesley’s heavy gaze. “I… I need—“
“What do you need, Your Honor?” Wriothesleys hands pumped in sync now, heavy strokes of his fingers stimulating you both. His smirk was smug, his eyelids heavy and cool eyes blazing.
You could feel your core tightening, the pleasure mounting inside you.
“Wrio…” You keened.
“Fuck, who knew that you’d both be such sluts? You’re both just begging for cock, aren’t you?”
He leaned down, pressing a messy kiss to Neuvillettes lips, and you watched Wriothesley nibble on his bottom lip before pulling away from your husband completely, slipping his hands from the both of you.
“Let me get you riled up before I fuck you, hmm? You’re so hot when you’re being possessive.”
Neuvillette looked confused for a moment but the realization dawned across his face as Wriothesley moved to gather your thighs in his hands, pushing your knees back until they rested on either side of your head.
“Just need a little taste of it, sweetheart.” Wriothesley murmured, running his ridiculously thick cock along your folds.
You squirmed, hands balling into tight fists in anticipation. Looking at Neuvillette, you watched as his eyes grew dark once more, and he looked as if he was going to rip Wriothesley away from you at any moment.
“The more fuss you put up, the longer I’ll fuck her— which means the more you’ll have to wait.” Wriothesley teased the head of his cock against your hole, and your back arched as if to encourage him.
Neuvillette settled back, though a deep predatory noise rumbled from his chest, and you could feel Wriothesley’s cock twitch against you.
“Fuck, I’ll never get over that.” The Duke nearly whined.
“Please,” you whimpered, your words starting to slur from the fog clouding your mind. “I wan’ it”
”Yeah? Think you can handle it?” Wriothesley added more pressure, wetting the tip of his already weeping cock, teasing you further. “You only took two fingers, you think that's enough to take this?”
”Please, please,” you bucked your hips, whining again when he pulled back. “I can take it, I can take it, I swear.”
Wriothesley chuckled, low and deep and so seductive. “If you say so…”
After a moment that felt like it dragged on for hours, Wriothesley finally pressed into you, and your eyes blew wide, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream.
He was thick. You were so insistent on taking him, you didn’t think about the consequences of not being adequately prepared. In a perfect world, you’d have likely taken three or even four of the Duke's lovely fingers and perhaps a couple orgasms to loosen yourself up before taking this claymore of a cock.
But oh, were you a glutton for punishment.
It stretched you so completely, not unlike the way it felt the first time your husband entered you this way, though he always seemed to prepare you more than necessary to ensure your comfort and pleasure.
“Think I can wring one out of you before I fuck your husband?” Wriothesley grinned as he bottomed out, watching your face as you tried to process how ridiculously full you felt. It was like he was in your throat, carving out a new space in your insides just for him to fit into perfectly.
Then he started moving.
Your cunt instantly fluttered around him, the position he had you pressed into forced the fat head of his cock to press against your g spot with insane precision, and the Duke slowly worked his thrusts into a rough slapping of your hips, until he was fucking you at cruel and brutal pace.
“Oh, oh!” You cried out, unable to do anything but take it, staring at the ceiling as your walls fluttered around him, squeezing and clenching as your orgasm built.
You could hear your husband's low growls, but you could also hear a secondary wet noise, prompting you to glance over in your haze of pleasure.
You keened out as you saw Neuvillette stroking himself in time with Wriothesley’s thrusts, his eyes dark and menacing but the twitch of his cock was unmistakable.
“Yeah, that's it sweetheart,” Wriothesley groaned. “Give it to me.”
And you did.
It shattered through you, the build up so quick and harsh that the tipping point had you crying out, writhing around in his hold as you came with such force it made you squeal.
“Good,” Wriothesley whispered, gently pumping his cock into you, prolonging your pleasure. “Good girl.”
You felt a cool hand reach for your thigh, your husband's possessive growling reaching closer to your ears, before Wriothesley’s hands pushed him away, his cock slipping from you rather quickly as he pinned Neuvillette to the bed beside you.
“Nuh-uh,” he chided. “Good boys wait their turn, monsieur.”
“I‘ll tear your hands from your body if you do not use them properly in the next five seconds, Wriothesley.”
“Ooh, violent.” Wriothesley smiled, pinning both of Neuvillettes hands within one of his own, bringing the free one down to run a thumb along your husband's bottom lip. “But I believe that would be a most heinous crime, Monsieur. And though I don't think you’d last a week down in the fortress, I’d make sure your time there was very, very comfortable.”
Wriothesley pressed his hips against Neuvillette, rubbing their cocks together in a lewd squelch that made you whimper and flush, realizing that it was your own arousal coating Wriothesley and making the slide of their lengths so wet and smooth.
“Let me fuck you,” Wriothesley breathed as he stared into Neuvillettes heated eyes. “Fuck, I need it.”
Neuvillette keened, his cock twitching and drooling where Wriothesley pressed against him. Though his brow was still furrowed, his hands still thrashing in the Duke's grip, he nodded, murmuring something that sounded like a breathy “please”.
Wriothesley wasted no time reaching down to thrust three fingers back into Neuvillettes hole before pulling out and lining his cock up, still dripping in your juices.
“It’ll be a lot at first, just try to relax for me.” He murmured against Neuvillettes ear, his muscular forearm tensing where it held him up.
You watched as he pressed forward, as your husband's mouth fell open, his eyes widening as he gazed up at The Duke, his hands clutching the sheets beneath him.
Your mind was in a haze, watching as Wriothesley started his slow and sensuous pace, the line of his hips driving into Neuvillette in a way that made your insides shudder.
His voice was a symphony of broken little sounds, smaller and more vulnerable than you were used to hearing, but his flushed face and bite-swollen lips looked so enticing.
“Is that good?” Wriothesley whispered as he leaned over him, pushing your husband's thighs wider, further back. “You like it?”
Neuvillette released a weak whimper, and you could see the wetness pooling behind his ethereal eyes. Even so, he gave a delicate little nod.
“You’re squeezing me so tight, beautiful.” Wriothesley groaned, his pace quickening. “Fuck, between the two of you, I’m not going to last long.”
You realized you were absently swirling your fingertips along your puffy clit, the pleasure in you from watching them too much for you to handle— you needed release.
Wriothesley’s eyes flickered between the two of you, watching you both, and you could see the muscles in his abdomen tighten.
“Gods—“ Wriothesley made the mistake of moaning out that dreaded word.
Neuvillettes legs snapped around his waist, his clawed hands gasping at his shoulders, at his back as he pulled Wriothesley closer and growled.
“No.” He rasped, fire burning in his gaze as his claws pulled at Wriothesley’s shoulder blades, making the duke shudder and cry out. “No gods. Only me.”
Your fingers stuttered as your thighs shook, your high approaching much sooner than you realized, your sensitive folds dripping and aching for it.
“Oh, fuck—“ Wriothesley groaned, leaning down to breathe into the crook of Neuvillettes neck as his hips stuttered too. “Neuvillette—“
Neuvillette did something you’ve only seen him do a few times, on occasions of high intensity and emotional wreckage during your intimate moments. It was a primal and animalistic act, a response brought on through his instincts and inner feelings, typically hidden by his proper decorum and high intellect.
He opened his mouth wide and latched his teeth possessively into the meat of Wriothesley’s trapezius muscle, deep and firm.
Wriothesley nearly screamed, his hands white knuckling the sheets as he came, gasping and pumping into your husband with a shocked and embarrassed expression, the blush on his face so extreme it trailed down to his shoulders.
Neuvillette groaned, and you watched his cock jump and spray deep splatters of white across his chest and abdomen, even up onto Wriothesley— all while still latched onto him, teeth baring down possessively into the flesh. Small rivulets of blood began pooling where his tongue wasn’t laving it up, and you shuddered and came at the sight of it all.
Your body arched, mind going blank as it hit you.
When your sight returned, all you could hear were three sets of panting breaths, three pounding hearts in the moonlight pooling in the room.
Your heart stuttered out a little bout of jealousy at the sight of Wriothesley petting your husbands silky hair as he soothed him away from his aching shoulder, watching the droplets of blood pool in the wetness left behind from his mouth.
But as Neuvillette relaxed back into the pillows, wriothesley looked up at you with a cheeky grin, wriggling his eyebrows at you, and suddenly the stillness of the room was broken by your unfiltered giggles.
Wriothesley joined you, his chuckling making Neuvillette look at you both in utter confusion. The Duke of Meropide raised his hand, and you limply sat up to meet it, clapping your hand against it in a high five both childish and out of place for the aftermath of such a heated exchange.
“That was… crazy.” Wriothesley said, pulling himself from Neuvillette and sitting back on the bed.
Your giggles calmed, and you snuggled up against your still gaping husband, who continued to look between the two of you with a flushed face and furrowed brow.
“Yeah, I was not expecting it to be like that.” You said as you ran your hands along Neuvillettes chest, soothing him.
You were expecting a bit more awkward tension— but then again, Wriothesley was your best friend. Everything felt easy with him, and even in the aftermath, you couldn’t help but feel light and happy, not an ounce of shame or awkwardness to speak of.
“This exchange…” Neuvillette looked between the two of you, wincing as he tried to sit up less than gracefully. “…is it a positive one? I understand that laughing has more than one meaning, I trust that this means you both enjoyed yourselves?”
You and Wriothesley looked at him, and then each other before you both burst out in another fit of giggles.
“Mmn.” Neuvillette hummed, his face now relaxed and serene. “I take it you’re staying to do our laundry, Your Grace?”
Wriothesley’s laughter sobered up in an instant. “Uh, what?”
“Well, considering that you’ve yet to clean up the mess you left between my legs, which I can feel attempting to drip onto my silk bed sheets, I assume you’re planning on washing them after you’re done relaxing?”
Neuvillette wasn't one for unnecessary messes, always rushing to clean you up after your trysts. He wasn't opposed to a mess or two, but would very promptly strip the bed afterwards to avoid staining his very expensive and very old silks.
Now it was your turn to giggle alone as Wriothesley’s eyes widened at the space between your husbands open thighs, tumbling off the bed in his haste with a grumbled “oh, shit!” As he raced to find a cloth.
“Thank you for indulging me, my love.” Neuvillette whispered against your temple as he pressed a kiss there, holding you closer.
“Do you have any more ideas?” You smirked, and he smiled finally, scrunching his nose playfully at you.
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Authors note: not my finest work, i kinda lost interest halfway through if you can’t tell. I still wanted to finish it and actually have something to post for y’all while i crawl my way out of this creative block, so visiting the old wips is a must. Anyways, let me know what you think, comments and reblogs are most important!! Love you all so much. —Rae🖤
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model for me
⚠️NSFW 18+ mdni!!
pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader
cw: smut, teasing, oral sex, little bit of praise, little bit of biting hehe
a/n: apologies this is so damn long, but I’m a descriptive writer I have to write every moment and get it out my head lol.
Simon loves it when you model your new outfits for him
You stood with your back to the living room door after coming in from shopping. Simon wasn’t home yet, so you took this chance to try on some clothes you bought. Excitement coursed through your veins as you pulled out a stunning red dress from one of the bags, feeling its smooth fabric against your skin. You eagerly slipped it on, up from your thighs and up through your arms. With an effort, you managed to get the zip up halfway and pause, run your hands down your form, sighing as you gazed at yourself in the mirror.
The fabric hugged your curves so nicely and you wondered what Simon would think if he saw you wearing this. But those thoughts quickly dissipated as you heard the front door opening and heavy footsteps making its way to the living room, urging you to start fiddling with the zip again but it wouldn’t budge.
Simon leaned in the doorway, his arms crossed as he watched you struggle with the dress. His eyes slowly followed the contours of your body, from top to bottom, a mix of admiration and amusement in his gaze. A small smirk creeped onto his lips as he watched you wrestle with the fabric.
You turned to look at him, then back at the mirror, watching his reflection. “Hey you, how was work?”
Simon kept on smiling, watching you struggle and enjoying every minute of it.
“You need help, love?” he asked, his voice soft and playful. “Or do I get to watch you struggle for a few more seconds?”
You sighed and dropped your hands by your side. “Just zip it up for me.” You scoffed at him, turning away in embarrassment.
He moved off the doorway and chuckled as he walked slowly over to you, his eyes hungrily tracing the lines of your body. The scent of mixed sweat and tobacco filled your lungs as he got closer. You always hated that he smoked. Always, cursing him to put the killer sticks down. But right now, the scent was intoxicating, stirring something deep within you.
He came up behind you, strong chest pressing against your back, and you could feel the warmth he radiated. His scent now hit the bottom of your stomach. His lips lingered deliciously close to your neck, and he breathed out slowly. You could feel his hot breath against your skin, sending electric shivers down your spine. Damn, that man knew how to drive you wild. Slowly, deliberately, he started to undo the zipper, but instead of zipping it up like you asked, he pulled it down.
Your breath caught in your throat and realisation flooded your senses. You know the game he’s playing. He finished with the zipper and walked away, leaving you standing there, craving more of his touch as he casually settled on the sofa.
You removed the remainder of the dress and picked out another outfit to try on. And his eyes still lingered on you.
“Are you just going to sit there and watch?” You asked, a hint of seduction in your voice. But he didn’t answer, his silence only adding to the tension. With a playful tilt of your head, you modelled the new outfit in front of him, waiting for his response. “What do you think?”
“Mm, I think it looks perfect on you,” Simon said, his voice laced with a hint of desire. He placed one of his arms on the back of the couch relaxing back and subtly shifting forwards, parting his legs slightly. The air around you seemed to heat up with intensity and you squinted your eyes at him. You could see the lust and anticipation in his eyes but weren’t ready to jump on him just yet. No. Even though your body wanted to, you decided to tease him little longer.
You removed the outfit from your body and leaned into one of the bags and pulling out another outfit to try on, and another and another and finally, a delicate lace set. The intricate design and sheer fabric made your heart race, knowing the effect it would have on Simon. His eyes locked onto the lace set, following the intricate patterns and alluring designs. His eyes slowly fell back onto you, and from where you were standing, you swore you could see the minute his pupils dilated and turned dark.
You held up the lace set, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. You could feel the air thicken. “What do you think of this?” you asked.
“I think,” he cleared his throat. “I think you need to stop teasing me and put it on.”
You chuckled and turned back to the mirror, removing your old underwear and slowly putting on the new set. In the reflection of the mirror, you caught a glimpse of Simon’s intense gaze. His brown eyes devouring the sight of you donning the lace. You watched as his chest rose and fell quickly and you knew that the game of seduction had reached its peak. You fastened the delicate hooks and turned to look at him.
“Is this what you had in mind?” You asked, voice dripping with confidence and seduction.
Simon’s breath hitched in his throat and his eyes burned with a raw hunger that mirrored your own. “Come here.” His response was a command veiled in desire as he gestured you over, his hand patting softly on his lap. The invitation was clear and with a seductive smile on your lips, you sauntered over to him. Without hesitation, you straddled his lap, feeling his arms instinctively wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. The undeniable hardness beneath his jeans brushed against your inner thigh, sending an electric jolt through your body and sent a pool of wetness flowing out of you, soaking your new underwear. You could feel his pulse through his chest and his breathing became more rapid.
You barely had time to wrap your arms around his neck before his lips were crashing into yours. You met his kiss with equal passion, soft and slow. He took his hand and wrapped it around the back of your head pulling you even closer as he kissed you deeper, his fingers brushing through your hair and his rough tongue caressing your lips. A delicious ache built in your core as you slowly started to grind against his clothed hardness. Simon groaned as he felt your hips pushing into him, he pulled away from the kiss.
“I love you in this.” He whispered, his fingers brushed against your bare skin as he reached out to touch one of your nipples, teasing it gently through the material of your bra before cupping your breast in his hand. You let out a small moan.
He smirked, the corner of his lips turning up as he teased your nipple with his fingertips once more. A surge of pleasure surged through your body, making you hiss a breath in between your teeth. The anticipation was almost unbearable as you threw your head back, your hips instinctively grinding against his hardness, seeking more of his touch.
His lips had left a trail of fiery kisses and nips along your exposed neck. His hands had moved to caress your back and undo your bra and as the fabric fell away, you felt the rush of cool air brushing against your exposed skin, contrasting from the heat radiating from your bodies. In this moment you knew that you had finally attained what you desired all along: Simon’s touch.
With a swift and commanding movement, he had effortlessly lifted your body and gently placed you back down on the sofa. The sudden change in position made your heart raced and you watched in eagerness as he got up to remove his clothing.
Your legs automatically and slowly fell open, and you ran your hands down your body. Every inch of your skin was heated. Simon smirked, his eyes following the path of your hands as they roamed over your body. He moved closer to you, placing himself between your thighs and you watched as he left a trail of kisses down your body. Each one wet and soft. And as he moved lower, his teeth grazed against your skin, biting softly. The taste of you was intoxicating, a sweet nectar of your favourite body lotion and skin. It was a blend that was uniquely you, a delight he couldn’t resist. He savoured the taste on his tongue.
The sensations intensified as he moved further down your body, his teeth marking your skin. You gasped, your body arching in response to his touch as he continued his path, his breath was warm against your skin and you chuckled a bit.
“Mm, your breath tickles.” You gasped, your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. He grinned around your core and groaned, his own desire evident as you spoke. With his teeth, he pulled off the remaining lingerie, leaving you fully exposed. He positioned his head back at your core and with a deliberate slowness he extended his large tongue and traced a tantalising stripe up the length of your wetness. As his tongue teasingly flicked at your clit, the small pressure sent shocks throughout you. He continued his ministrations, his tongue danced and teased at your swollen bud before diving deeper, lapping up your juices greedily. His mouth moved skilfully against you, alternating between soft sucks and licks that drove you wild with pleasure.
“F-Fuck…Si.” You moaned, your voice breathless.
Simon’s ears reddened at your filthy words, but he couldn’t help but laugh softly against you, his fingers pressed softly against your wet entrance while his mouth continued to work its magic.
“That’s right, baby.” He murmured against you, his hot breath against your wetness.
“Si, baby…nng…mmm.” You whimpered under him, feeling a familiar tightening in your stomach.
Simon picked up the pace, his tongue and fingers worked in harmony to bring you closer to the edge. He hummed against your skin, the vibrations intensifying and making you writhe harder.
“That’s it, let it out.” He murmured as he continued his relentless assault on your senses, knowing you were close to climaxing. Your body quivered in response as the knot in your stomach spread over you. Your cries filled the room, loud and unashamed as the pleasure built up.
“Oh fuck!” You cried out, surrendering to the overwhelming waves of pleasure throughout your body.
Simon continued lapping and tonguing your sensitive core, drawing out your climax and helping you ride it out. He relished the feeling of your hot and wet gummy walls clenching around his fingers as he thrusted them slowly in and out. Your ears rung. Once you started to relax under his mouth, he slowly pulled away, lingering for a moment before he licked his lips. He moved up your body, locking his brown eyes with yours and his arms wrapped around you as continued coming down, your chest heaving against his.
“Maybe you should model for me more.”
“Maybe…,” you replied playfully. “I have a lot more outfits to try on.”
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Bloodlust
Astarion X F! Tav
18+ violence, blood play, blood drinking (duh), sub/dom, (consensual) restraint, safe words, edging, oral (m!), masturbation (f!), p-in-v, voyuerism if you squint, porn w/o plot
my thesis is that Astarion gets extremely turned on watching Tav fight. no more quastion. 👍
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Tav was always good. Painfully good. It annoyed him to no end, truthfully. Resisted rolling his eyes when she offered her untethered aid to some stranger again. Even refusing their coin! Foolish.
There was no wicked bone in her it seemed. Except..
During battle her body, well. Responded.
Back foot sliding to face out, graceful. Instinctively setting to a deep crouch, itching to pounce. Arm raised, shoulders rippling, the flash of double blades. Hands twitching, eager, the hilts he knew hot with her.
The first time he saw it he was intrigued. Our sweet fearless leader, this excited to draw blood? My, my...
But now it tormented him. The more times they fought together the stronger the hold. Came to him in small hours of the night. Teasing at the corners of his mind as he watched her wipe the blood from her face. Incessant.
When she had invited him to go with her on a mission to take down some cultists stalking near camp he drawled some quip, something flippant but agreeable. Hid the quiver of excitement in his voice.
Now at the precipice of conflict with those unfortunate cultists he saw it again. The flash in her eyes. The mistake that these men didnt even know they had made.
"Step away. Now." She commanded, hand already poised excited over her shoulder. "Before things get real messy."
He heard the almost imperceptible pant in her voice. His throat dry, watching. Waiting on bated breath. Take the bait. Take it, idiot. Walk right into her bloodlust.
The man laughed, pulling his dagger. "Oh sweetheart, we're going to rip you apart."
Her heel dug into the ground, released her singing blades from her back in twin arcs.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
He had never heard her voice her anticipation before, letting her resolve fade in his presence. It made him shiver.
He poised his own weapons, ready to aid her. But knew she wouldn't need it. Just three men? They'd be ribbons in mere moments.
She thrummed with energy, watching her prey. Waiting, coiled to strike.
Knew the fool would come to her easy. A siren call.
Of course he did. Predictably he shot forward, blade seeking to strike. Fast, but not nearly fast enough.
Her eyes lit, a wide smile smearing her face. Too easy. Her blades danced through him and his companions, a vicious pirouette. Hitting an artery, a wave of blood striking against her chest and neck.
The man groaned and gripped surprised at his body, staggered. Looked in shock at the already dead men next to him. Too slow, Astarion thought gleefully, seeing her spin onto her hands. His favorite acrobatics; lethal.
Thighs wrapping around the mans middle her momentum wrenched him to the ground, a cry of victory in her throat. With one smooth motion she rose her blade and plunged it deep into his chest. Her own chest heaving in what untrained eyes would think adrenaline, but he knew. He knew.
His breath was moving strained, eyes dark. The blood splatter poetry on her skin.
She sat back on the dead mans chest, satisfied, slowly pulling her sword out. The gore sliding down the steel.
She looked into Astarion's eyes then, his dead heart phantom racing in his chest. Holding his gaze hostage she licked the blood in one long stroke up her blade.
Gods. A throb in his pelvis. Realized suddenly that he was hard.
She was putting on a show for him.
Grabbing his collar, she so slowly pulled his face down level to hers. She paused, eyes blown wide with lust.
He was enthralled, tingling in anticipation.
She rose onto her knees and slid her feverish mouth against his with a moan. Hand pushing into his hair. Moving so slow against him. Savoring.
There was a heat to her, a building coil. Dizzy with it, he melded into her. The overwhelming scent of the blood splatter making him groan into her mouth. Velvet tongue dancing across his teeth, asking for entrance. Needing no further invitation he obliged.
She pushed all the blood she had been holding in her mouth into his.
A groan deep in his chest he drank it, lapped it from her. The taste of her mingled through.
Gods, the degeneracy of it all.
The fingers tracing his jaw drawing a line of need. Could feel her smiling into him. Her hand grabbing his waist, pulling him flush to her.
Directed his mouth to the carnage trailing down her front. The heat of her skin was divine, sucking and licking at the trail. Leaving hard bites as he went. Her little whimpers a flint striking.
Pulling him in perfect agility she flipped them both to the ground. He dove on top of her, pushing one wrist to the ground. She arched up at him, a growl in her throat. Not going down without a fight.
Oh he was enjoying this too much. Smiled down at her, a feral glint in his eyes. Saw it matched in hers.
"Now darling, use our words." He purred into her ear.
She chuckled low into his, a warning. Of course he fell into her trap. Too easy.
The pythons of her legs wrapped around his waist, snaring down. Hand cradling the back of his head she suckled at his lobe, nipping and teasing.
A loud moan left him, buckling into her. "Fuck," he groaned, despite himself.
"I thought," Bite. "You wanted." Bite. "To use your words."
Evil. Evil woman. Gods he was going mad.
"You wicked thing," He panted, pulling her wrist above her head, his leverage. Unbusy hand pulling the laces of her tunic apart fast as he could. Fingers a blur.
Her breasts springing free he trailed his knuckles light in a circle around her peak. She gasped against him, releasing. There. He grinned wickedly.
Turning her wrist sideways she slipped out of his grasp, hand darting out. Relaxed her strong thighs just enough to let her hand through the gap. Cupping him over his leathers.
An undignified groan left him, his traitorous hips pushing into her. His body always too responsive to her.
Taking her advantage she rose up, thighs still gripping and flipped him onto his back. A gasp pushed out of him as he met the ground, getting even harder if that was possible. He would never admit how much her manhandling turned him on, that only she was trusted enough to treat him this way. Gods it made his knees weak.
Staring up at her now, the curve of her hip, the roundness of her breasts, the ripple of muscle in her lithe shoulders. Hand still softly, tortuously, stroking outside his clothes. A diabolic smile on her sweet face.
Leaned down to him, her face hovering above his. Just far enough away to escape his lips. Planted one hand on his sternum, a gentle hold. Plunged her hand into his small clothes.
He groaned, chest rising against her flat hand. Hand reaching desperate to release himself. Her knees moved, corralling his hand against his thigh, loose enough that he could move free if he liked. The restraint making him pant.
She yanked the front of his leathers open with a few pulls, the force making his hips rise. A soft hiss as he was finally free, the sudden cold night air a shock.
She paused then, hand hovering. Looked in his eyes. "Safety word, Star." Tone soft through the depth of lust.
"Waterdeep."
She laughed, low and steady. "Wet blanket it is," Gods how he adored her.
Hand still planted on his chest she slid down, thighs now around his calves. Pulled his tunic free, pushing it up his chest. Hot breath against the line of his hips. Could feel the muscles there pulling tight in anticipation.
Molten tongue dragging up those lines, a groan deep in her throat. His hips bucked with a whine, free hand tangling in her hair. Her touch lighting him up, supernova.
Wandering fingers trailing up his chest. Tongue darting out to draw hard circles on his tip. Fingers lightly pinching his nipple.
"Oh Gods" He breathed, hips straining to stay down. Taking in a gulping breath of air, the excessive miasma of blood not helping.
"More?" She asked, looking up at him. Not hiding the wicked smile dancing the corner of her lips.
"Yes! Please.." He breathed, the need apparent in his shaky voice.
In one swift motion she took him entirely into her mouth. His eyes screwed shut, head tilted back violently. A loud strangled moan from his throat.
She began her onslaught, her pace dangerously slow. Tongue expertly pressing, pulsing. An inferno of pressure, vibrations of her groaning against him.
Little pants left him in time with her devotion. Speeding up then slowing, pulling him back and forth from the edge. Hips squirming, already feeling the pressure building to no return. The slow pace making it worse.
"Tav," He warned, hand pulling gently against her hair. She nodded against him, her mouth mercifully releasing, hand taking up the mantle. Pulling her leggings down swiftly. The raw need in her eyes making his belly flip.
Her arousal at putting him in these compromising situations never failed to amaze him. That his enjoyment alone caused the slick now dripping between her thighs.
Planting her hand on his belly she lined herself up, chest heaving in anticipation.
"Hands behind your back, lovely." She breathed, pausing at the precipice.
He complied, pinning his hands under his lower back. Already throbbing against her hand.
"Perfect," She smiled, his chest tingling.
Lowering herself onto him her eyes hitched closed, a low moan as he slowly filled her. Already gripping him, drenching his pelvis as her slick pushed out.
His hands intertwined under him, needing the grounding. "Hells below," He groaned.
Her eyes caught his, a wide smile. She paused, straddling him inside her. One hand trailing up to her breast, the other down to her core. "Eyes on me."
As if he could look away, the thirst for her never sated.
Beginning her ride, hips rolling, her eyes held his. A little moan, her hand pinching her nipple. Fingers teasing above her mound.
Enthralled he watched, his building pleasure a heavy mist clouding. Focusing on not letting his eyes roll into the back of his head.
She panted and rolled against him, her body a delicous wave. The line of her hip curving as she came down. The arch of her ribcage as she rose up. The taut in her thighs as she lowered. Hypnotic.
"Beautiful," He whispered, almost to himself.
She bit her lip at his voice, the need in her eyes again. Her pace quickening, her hips coming down harder.
Hand now drawing circles on her clit, eyes closing. The arch of her movement a pulling riptide. She was blissfully close he could tell, his end barrelling towards him.
But she wasn't done with him yet, oh never. Still riding him she pulled the dagger from her side, drug it hard against her two fingertips. His breath quivered as she held them above his lips, right under his nose.
The scent overflowed into the back of his throat, a deep growl. His lips parted eagerly.
She traced his bottom lip with her thumb, the skin singing. One, two drops dripping into his open mouth. His throat already trying to swallow.
As soon as her two fingers slipped inside he was clamped down, tongue pulsing and pulling. Urging. Pleading. Her hot blood muffling his moan.
Her eyes screwed shut, breath a loud pant, face cringing in pleasure. The rolling now a frenzied grind. Could feel the beginning of her clenching.
"Oh fuck, oh-," She mewled, the bow breaking. A garbled cry as she threw her head back. He braced himself, knowing the storm that was about to hit him.
Her cunt a creamy pulsing vice grip around him as the waves hit. His hands gripping eachother in desperation, the pleasure merciless. He couldnt come, not yet.
Seeing his plight through her rapture she pulled her fingers from his mouth, positioning her wrist in its place.
As he bit down viciously, a command. "Come."
A strike of lightning against the back of his skull, a mighty pull from his abdomen. The dual hits making him writhe and twist beneath her. His hands gripping the ground, eyes rolling back. His gulping swallows muffling the whimpering scream of pleasure. Her hips still grinding into him, pulling every thread of his orgasm out of him. His back arched, biting down again into her wrist. Reaching the edge of madness.
He tapped her wrist twice, a request. She obliged, stopping her hips. The overstimulation winding down.
His limbs rubber, his body a puddle, he slowly drank. Regaining precious strength.
She leaned forward, resting her arm on his chest, belly to belly. Laying her head in the curve of her arm, watching him tenderly.
"And the cultists didnt even get to watch.."
He snorted a laugh against her wrist, spraying a few blood droplets.
Oh he was terribly infatuated with her.
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#watching my writing get more deranged has been a journey#yes they were fucking on the battlefield. those men are barely dead you freaks#lyrics from aqua regia - sleep token#astarion smut#astarion x tav
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“I could wash your hair for you,” he offers, with a rakish smile. “Tuck you into bed after. If that’s all that you wanted?”
You meet the Zhentarim agent that promised you a drink at the Elfsong. The night doesn't go as planned.
Folks - I have absolutely no excuse for any of this. Rugan's voice did something to my poor brain. This Tav is angry, horny, and extremely bad at feelings.
This is, by far, the most explicit thing I've ever written. Enjoy the 2.5k of smut, with a veneer of plot for the rest.
Thank you to @my-favourite-zhent for the inspiration.
aqua vitae
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Rugan/Tav (Baldur's Gate)
Characters: Rugan (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate), Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Drinking, One Night Stands, Hair Washing, Enthusiastic Consent, Drunk Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Female Ejaculation, Tav is Bad at Feelings (Baldur's Gate), POV Second Person
Read on AO3 (5,758 words)
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fantasy au where vessel is a newly ascended god that has usurped the kingdom's throne with the help of a forgotten deity named sleep and ii is his royal advisor and strongest general and iii is a sneaky little king of rogues with the aesthetic of a pirate and iv is the kingdom's most resourceful merchant with a special interest in alchemy and weapons and also they're in love and–
#......#it's already in progress guys#i've had this au cooking for a long time but only recently have i found the motivation to return to it#you can all thank my grudge towards ticketmaster rn haha!#jkjk#but also vore and rain are lesbians#and my favoritism for aqua regia's and ascensionism's monster designs are showing#anyways can i interest you in too much world building with your smut today?#sleep token#wip#ooc leaf#spoiled writing#sleep token vessel#sleep token ii#sleep token iii#sleep token iv#fantasy au
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Hello!
Can i request for a namor x fem avenger reader where she can control elements and after the events of the endgame she came to live near the beach for peace and quiet
A little child from namors kingdome got curious and stole the equipment to breath air to greet her
She saw him and she played with him and they became friends
Namor notices that some equipement is missing so him,attuma and namora come and see amd the child is without the equipment because y/n is keeping him safe with her powers
And namor just becomes obsessed
And the people of takatoa
And smut ensures?
sorry for taking so long to write, my week was complicated and I had no motivation to write, I hope you like it, I tried to make good content 💕.
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When your powers emerged, you were sent to an institution, where there were more people with you, mutants, no matter how many tears you shed, your parents left you there and never came back. It was thanks to Natasha Romanoff, that you found your place, she found you during a mission, you had saved her life by burning a man who was after her, Natasha took you in, saw potential in you, so she took you to be trained, so that one day you would be an avenger. As an avenger, your duty was to protect the earth and the people, that was your purpose, to be a hero and save lives, that was why you fought against Thanos, and when it was all over, many of your friends died.
In search of peace and tranquility, you left for the beach, where the water was abundant and the winds were aggressive at night, far away from all the pain caused by Thanos, the water washed your body of bad memories and brought you shells as gifts. After a few months living in this small house, your routine began to take shape, first the day started with a good breakfast, then you cleaned the house and went to the beach, swam and sometimes cleaned up the garbage left by some people, in the afternoon you were free to read or do anything artistic you wanted, and at night you ate a home cooked meal and slept. On rainy days your powers became a little too strong, the water hitting hard against the rocks sharpened your senses, and all you wanted was to get outside and be free to use your powers.
That's how you met him, on a stormy night, a blue boy, standing near the edge of the sea, at first you thought he might have been lost or drowned, but when he started walking towards you, saying some things in an unknown language, you realized that he was not from the surface, this boy was from the water.
Even without fully understanding what he was saying, you managed to communicate, showed the boy your house and dried his wet skin, the moment you handed him a mug of hot chocolate, you realized that he couldn't drink because he needed the device on his face to breathe. Fearful, you used your power to create a circumference of water around the boy's neck, allowing him not to need to wear the braces covering his mouth and to be able to drink the hot chocolate, he was almost the sponge bob in Sandy's house.
That wasn't the last time you saw the boy, every other day he would come back at night to play in the water, drink hot chocolate, or watch movies on TV. Then suddenly the child disappeared, a week went by and he didn't come, you waited every night for him at the water's edge, but there was no sign of the boy.
Until one dawn, noises of footsteps were coming from outside the house, running outside you saw the blue boy, hugged him and smiled when he returned the hug. The sun was setting, but still you two played in the sand, running around, and throwing water at each other.
Unbeknownst to you, from afar, three figures were watching you, watching you play with the boy, and using your powers so that he could be without the equipment. During the boy's disappearance, K'uk'ulkan, was interrogating him, asking about the missing equipment, and what the boy had used the equipment for, so when the child told him about you and how the two of them played at night in the water, Namora and Attuma along with K'uk'ulkan went to the surface and watched their powers flow from you to playing with the boy.
Slowly, the three approached, and when you noticed their presence, you quickly moved into attack position, afraid that they would hurt you or the kid.
"Who are you?"
"I am K'uk'ulkan, King of Talokan, my enemies call me Namor, but I don't think it is suitable for you."
"What do you mean?."
"I know you are not an enemy, you present no risk, I have observed you for a few days, I am curious about your powers, and so are my people."
Since that day K'uk'ulkan and you began to meet, he told about how he found out the boy was going to the surface, the child's parents noticed him missing at night, and curiously at the same time, that equipment also disappeared.
In every encounter, more and more, the King of Talokan fell in love with you, he felt a fascination for your power, and watched whenever possible you use your power to amuse the boy. The child's parents wanted to know who was the person who caught their child's attention, so K'uk'ulkan, Namora and Attuma, took the little family to meet you, they were curious about the person who could control the four elements.
Soon the news spread through Talokan, most saw you as a possible ally, but others like Attuma and Namora, believed you could be the Queen at K'uk'ulkan's side.
Of course the King knew about this gossip, the years were passing and he still didn't have a Queen at his side, but with you, he saw a possibility, who would be better than a powerful woman like you? He knew that he was destined to be with the woman who captivated one of his small children, and who instead of attacking, took the boy into her home and cared for him as if he were her son too, K'uk'ulkan knew that you were his Queen.
The people of Talokan accepted the King's choice, not because they were afraid of him, but because they knew you would be a good Queen for them, and even the most distrustful like Namora, began to love the future Queen, you would give security and protect them as you did the people on the surface, that was your purpose now, it was your destiny to be Queen of Talokan.
"Marry me, be my Queen, y/n, with your strength and mine, one day we can burn the world, you have enchanted me since the first time I saw you, like a mermaid."
K'uk'ulkan believed he would have the strength to control himself until the wedding, but he was wrong, lust was stronger, the moment you agreed to marry, he pressed his lips to yours, his strong calloused hands gripped your body. In the blink of an eye, his big hand was on your pussy, touching your clit until you came.
"My love, cum for me, I want you to wet my hand before I put my cock in you."
When he was satisfied, he kissed your mouth, it was a hot and wet kiss, he laid you on the bed with your back to him, in your ear he whispered in a groggy, panting voice.
"Forgive me for being so impatient, I can't control myself anymore, the only thing I can think about is your body and how I want to fuck you."
The room was being filled with the smell of sex, as he teased your pussy, rubbing his cock against you, his hands grabbed your breasts and squeezed them hard enough to leave marks.
"Beg."
"Please."
*Quickly K'uk'ulkan lifted one of your legs, positioned his cock in your pussy and thrust deeply, his breathing was ragged as his thrusts got faster and faster.
"Allow me to cum inside you, love, a good husband should always cum inside his wife, to give her children, say you want it, I will give every drop to your pussy."
The words spoken in your ear made your pussy tighten around his cock, K'uk'ulkan wanted to get you pregnant, the idea of being a mother never crossed your mind, but now, with his cock so deep, reaching that place that made you see stars, yes, you wanted to be a mother.
"Please, K'uk'ulkan, my husband, cum in me."
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“The Offering” Part 2 of 3 (A Namor of Talokan Fic)
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Summary:
Lebadi has embarked on a two-year secret love affair with K'uk'ulkan on the high seas with a Wakandan houseboat she purchased for their clandestine hook-ups. All is well until their union is discovered.
NSFW. Smut. 18+. (6,254 words) Namor x Black Female OC
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"Baby, baby, baby… "
Evil Needle & Sivey—"Baby"
He liked to kneel before her and kiss her belly button first.
The indentation on her lower stomach seemed to be his activation button for Lebadi and she loved to stand over him, weaving her fingers into his soft black curls that crowned loosely around his scalp, still moist from the sea. The tip of his warm tongue dipped in and out and when he kissed the skin around her belly piercing, his dark brown eyes never left hers.
That was his way… always.
Touch. Kiss. Gaze up at her. Kiss again. Lick. Stare deep into her soul before sucking and tasting again, lowering his head to her sopping folds that plumped and bloomed open, revealing the sticky pink entrance to paradise. She learned over the two years of their forbidden courtship that he used those dark eyes to claim ownership of her. Every part of her. Cloying… fiery at times, and oh, so sensual, the sloe-eyed gaze of K'uk'ulkan demanded obedience. Submission.
She gave in.
The loss of will had her leasing a small houseboat in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Staying on the water was the only way to keep their liaison a secret from her world. He couldn't come on land without alarming her people, and she couldn't go down into his depths either, so they were forced to meet in the middle far off the Umkhombe Coast.
Anticipating his arrival was always the best part of their unions. She'd dance seductively on the deck, playing the erotic sounds of her favorite joot band, a style of Wakandan music that mixed instrumental sounds with dubbed vocalizations that played with the human voice in strange ways to evoke a hypnotic, romantic mood. Draped in a sheer azure cover-up with nothing else underneath except for a gold-hooped belly chain with matching bracelets on her wrists, Lebadi cranked up the swirling sounds and gyrated her hips with the syncopated rhythms. Tapping her bare feet on the deck with her arms dancing in the air, she snaked her body with sultry rolls of her hips to tease him from the sea.
Sipping on honey wine, she'd grab a handful of a mixture made from dried flower petals, spiced herbs, and brown sugar to rub against her shaved mound so that the scent of her juicy pussy was added. She called it her love offering and sprinkled it into the ocean, helping to entice his arrival sooner.
It always worked.
Humming and swiveling her loose hips, her eyes followed the line of the horizon illuminated by silver moonlight, waiting for the waters to part as her offering sank below the surface.
There!
A ripple breaking the tranquil ocean that grew into a wave rising to the starlight, his taut form bursting through a mountain of dark liquid, wings fluttering… behold… K'uk'ulkan. He flew high above Lebadi's line of sight, floating gently on a balmy breeze toward her, his dashing eyes never leaving her face.
Lebadi danced, twining her arms with slow sinuous motions that gestured for his company. When he landed next to her, she parted her sheer covering and fingered her folds, sharing glimpses of her wet arousal glistening like dew on a gossamer web across her fingertips.
"Namor…" she purred.
He closed his eyes and his nostrils flared, taking in the sweet odor of her swollen folds.
Down he went, on his knees, clasping desperate fingers on her graceful hips.
"In yaakunaj…" he murmured, sliding a fat wet tongue across her stomach before pushing his entire face into her pussy.
"Show me how much you love me, then," she replied with breathless abandon.
"Ch'ujuk," he whispered.
Sweet. That's what she tasted like to him. She kept that pussy sweet and delicious, like a ripe mango, eating plenty of fresh fruit and honey before traveling to see him.
Hot kisses slathered her clit with saliva and his mouth wasted very little time becoming reacquainted with what belonged to him. He sucked and licked her delicate parts, tracing wet silhouettes with an artful tongue tip. She gasped out loud, holding back her release until he told her she had permission to do so.
Standing up, Namor peeled off his skintight shorts, and she helped him unfasten his choker necklace. Tossing it on one of the bolted chairs set up for deep-sea fishing, he led her into the interior of the boat where the luxury stateroom awaited their in-depth union. He slid his fingers on the pearl clasps of her cover-up and pulled it off. Slanting his head to align his mouth with hers properly, his warm belly rested upright against hers, turning their bodies into writhing, serpentine creatures yearning to become one flesh… one being.
The interlocking of their tongues breathed life into her clit and it came alive between her thighs, thumping a staccato rhythm that made her pussy throb in anticipation for deep-rooted dick that would take her far beyond her stimulated senses.
Lebadi dropped to her knees and engulfed his thickening length into her greedy mouth, slurping his dick like it was the last bit of nourishment she would ever have between her full lips. Her neck worked his girth as it stretched her lascivious mouth, making her cheek and jaw muscles exhausted from handling such a thick erection. She made his dick shiny and licked around the head where pre-cum spilled all over her tongue. Namor tasted like the sea and promises of something smoky and rich that she couldn't get enough of. He threaded his fingers through her textured hair, twisting into the heavy locs securely before yanking her head back so her eyes stayed fixed on his face. Fisting his dick, he pressed it against her painted lush mouth, forcing her to lick away the spewing of clear arousal that had his lips twisted up with pleasure.
The man his people called K'uk'ulkan hated surface dwellers.
But he loved her.
The cognitive dissonance was never lost on Lebadi, even with all the libidinous, erotic things he did to her wanton body. She became a willing concubine under his magic touch. He was unpredictable. Dangerous. Irresistible. Their forbidden love was an addiction she couldn't be without. They were both from cultures that prided themselves on secrecy and discretion. Being practically invisible to the rest of mankind kept their people safe… and yet, they chose to be reckless with one another. It made their love illicit and delicious.
His fingers grazed against her cheek as a clap of thunder boomed above them.
"K'iibal cháak," he said. "The thunder… it will bring a strong rain."
"There was a ring around the moon. It won't rain until three days from now," she said.
He sniffed the air.
"Sáamal," he said.
Tomorrow. It would rain sooner than what the gauzy, reddish ring of light around the moon told her. Rain meant poor weather on the water, no lazy day of sunshine, and swimming with him in the open ocean.
He lifted her in his arms and placed her lovingly on the berth they would share. His dick pointed at her with a raging hardness that needed careful tending. She parted her thighs and used her fingers to push open her folds for him. The thick vein on the top of his erection showed the severity of his need. His slit wept pearls of pre-cum onto the berth. His regal bearing looked mystical in the low candlelight she had illuminating the quarters. He crawled onto the bedding and wedged himself between her legs. Gripping the heft of his dick securely, he twisted his fingers under the thick ridge of his frenulum and pushed the wide tip against her slick opening. Her pussy throbbed, letting him see the pink entrance wink open. The sight of it excited him more, and he held his slit closer to her as sizzling ropes of thick cum shot all over her, drenching her folds. It was so hot that she hissed with the intense feeling, wanting more. He gave it, cumming all over her clit, drowning it with a whiteness as creamy as icing on a cake. Namor groaned out loud and aimed his release toward her stomach, where warmer streaks painted her dark brown skin, pooling into her belly button before turning clear and messy all over.
Lebadi whimpered and played with his cum across her vulva. She spanked her glossy folds and Namor growled with pleasure deep inside his throat. Fingering her pussy, she licked his cum off of each fingertip like it was a sugary glaze. He dipped his finger into the sticky heat and traced it along her lips until she swallowed it all. Pushing her legs open wider, he parted the curtains of her inner lips and penetrated the deepest part of Lebadi, forcing the whimpers of happiness to ring in his ears, ushering a pleased smile to his face that lit up his eyes as well. He cradled the side of her neck and pulled out, swiftly thrusting back in again to make sure he hit her spot just right and she clawed his back to let him know he made it.
Linking her ankles around his waist, she panted as he stroked her walls, seeking new pleasure points to rub against, plucking out heavy moans from her mouth. At one point, she couldn't even close her lips, the delicious tugging against her clit weakening her hold on his shoulders. Arching her back, she sought his right earlobe and bit the pointed tip that was so sensitive to the touch. Namor groaned and pistoned his hips faster, the soft wavy pubic hairs of his groin mingling with hers until everything was frothy and wet with sweat and her slickness. The friction caused her to pee a little from the pressure inside and out, but her lover didn't care. He accepted all offerings from her body, everything became lubrication and a sign that he was putting in the necessary work to please her.
The churning water outside couldn't create more waves like the ones he made between the joining of her thighs, fucking her until she was cross-eyed and the cultivated coils in her thick hair flattened. His lips tilted up at the corners like a crescent moon then, pleased with her breathy sighs and pleadings for more until a strange shadow clouded his dark eyes. He stared at her primrose pink opening surrounded by the rich raven brown of her vulva, adoring the contrast of colors her body created compared to his sun-drenched sienna brown. Licking the pebbled nipples on her breasts, Namor thrust forward and cried out her name, his orgasm transforming his face into such sublime beauty that Lebadi wept under him, breaking apart all over his sturdy length.
His warm sweat fell onto her and cooled within seconds. He stayed inside of her pussy, filling it with more cum until he was satisfied that she was sated from clenching all over him.
Namor rested his head on her breasts. His breathing became soft as she fingered his hair. They fell asleep together just as light raindrops fell outside, making a gentle patter on the houseboat's roof. Both of them had been wrong in predicting the weather. No matter, though. Their entangled bodies basked in the afterglow of lovemaking.
The rain splattered harder on the roof.
Lebadi woke up with Namor still asleep on her chest, looking all serene and cozy while she listened to the rainfall outside. The houseboat rocked on the water and she wondered if they should move more inland to avoid larger waves.
His body had cooled on top of hers, and she reached for a thin blanket to cover them.
She stopped.
They weren't alone.
The shadow of a person stood across from them in the stateroom. The candles had burned out, and the moon had shifted its position in the sky, making it difficult to see who watched the forbidden lovers sleep. Lebadi shook Namor awake and his senses went into overdrive immediately. He rose from the berth, blocking her body from the intruder.
"Ba'ax ka beetik?" said a muffled woman's voice in Namor's language.
Namor picked up a small lighter and held it against the wick of a large yellow candle resting on a small wooden dresser. He spoke to the woman with an irritated tone.
"Táan in chan weele'—"
"Jach u yoojel tuus," the woman replied.
Namor flung a dismissive wave of his hand to the stranger and she lunged for him, coming into the light. Most of her face was covered with what looked like a green and blue turtle shell. Her skin was a pale blue color, too, a sharp contrast to the dark wet hair that hung past her shoulders. She had eyes like Namor's. Intense and angry.
"Ko'x!" the woman shouted, grabbing Namor's arm.
He shoved her back and Lebadi jumped out of the berth, grabbing for a pair of panties and a tank top lying across a chair.
"Is this your wife?!" Lebadi screamed, more embarrassed than angry.
Namor lowered his head before shaking it.
"She is not my wife… eetbak'el… same family… my cousin. Namora."
Namora tilted her head and stared at Lebadi with narrowed eyes. Her voice sounded guttural and mean.
"Bix a k'aaba teech?" Namora spat out.
"Do not answer her," Namor said.
Lebadi held her own name on her tongue as Namor commanded. Namora took a closer step, and she moved behind Namor for protection.
"I can't tell you my name," Lebadi said.
"Ma' tu na'tik," Namor said.
"She doesn't understand for real, or are you just saying that to fool me?" Lebadi asked.
Namor grabbed Namora's arm and pulled her outside onto the open deck while still naked, sliding the door shut behind him. Lebadi waited on the berth and listened to them argue. Their passionate voices raged with loud aggression for over an hour. When silence prevailed, she opened the door and stepped out to check on him. The rain had tapered down to a light drizzle, despite the grouping of menacing gray clouds at least a mile away in the sky.
Namora sat on one of the fishing chairs and Namor sat next to her on the other one. Lebadi reached into a cooler near the sliding door and pulled out two bottled waters. She handed one to Namora.
"Uk'ahech? A k'át uk'ul?" Lebadi asked, hoping she pronounced the words 'thirsty' and 'drink' correctly without starting a war of words between the cousins again.
Namora shook her head and waved her hand.
"She can only drink underwater. She can't breathe up here," Namor said.
"Oh," Lebadi said.
She put the bottles back in the cooler and stood near Namor.
"Is everything okay? Why is she so upset?" Lebadi said.
Namor reached for her hand and threaded his fingers with hers. Namora jerked her head away as if the show of affection disgusted her.
"What is going on?" Lebadi asked.
Namora reached for a reed-thin necklace that looked like it was made from an abalone shell. She blew on it, but no sound came out that Lebadi could hear. His cousin dashed from the chair, leaping onto the upper edge of the vessel with her arms bowed to dive into the cold depths. Namor flew so fast that he caught Namora in mid-air before she even touched a curling whitecap. The wings on his ankles carried them high above the houseboat. Lebadi watched Namora struggle in Namor's powerful grip.
In the water, a blast of air from a blowhole caught her attention. An orca with a massive dorsal fin circled the houseboat as the Talokanil fought above it. Namor dropped Namora into the ocean with a loud splash and the orca swam to her.
"Namora!" Namor shouted down to her.
Namora threw one arm around the dorsal fin and pointed at her cousin with the other.
"Sáamal!" Namora shouted and the orca dove under a wave, allowing the sea to swallow them up.
A crack of thunder boomed, and bright swords of lightning clashed together, brightening up the sky, and transforming her lover into a deity lost to the world floating above her. Lebadi rubbed her arms as a fresh shower of rain poured down. Shaking her damp hair, she returned to the stateroom and changed into a warm robe. She used a towel to dry her tresses that clumped up into tight spongy curls. Namor met her in the small kitchenette and watched her make a fresh cup of ground Jabari Mountain coffee. She offered him some, but he turned her down, studying her face for a long time.
"Why did she come here? And why did she mention tomorrow?" Lebadi asked.
"She has seen me like this before."
"Like what?"
"In love."
Lebadi mixed sugar in with her coffee and sipped it with her back against the stove.
"So I'm not your first surface dweller girlfriend?"
"You are."
"Have you been married? Have children?"
"You never asked me things like that before."
"Because this has been a fun fantasy while we were alone. Someone knows about us now… and I realize we are really strangers. Fuck buddies."
Namor slid his hand around her neck and brought her lips to his, sliding his tongue out before they connected. He sucked on her probing tongue and did the same to her lips, forcing waves to tumble in her stomach. His kisses were always slow and demanding. The man knew her weakness with him. She pushed him back.
"I want to know more about you, Namor. Will we just hook up on the ocean every three months when you make time for me?"
"We are not what you say… fuck buddies."
"Answer my question. Have you ever been married?"
"I have."
"What happened?"
"She died."
"Did you have children with her?"
"I did. They died too."
"How?"
"They grew old and died."
Lebadi blinked her eyes a few times and tilted her head as if that made the understanding easier.
"What do you mean? How old were they?"
He moved away from her and lowered his head, contemplating his answer.
"Namor?" she said.
"My wife lived to be ninety-eight. My daughter eighty-one… and my son… seventy-nine."
"I don't understand, you… you're close to my age. How do you have children older than you?"
"Lebadi… I have lived for nearly five centuries."
Lebadi laughed and threw up her hands, turning away from the bullshit. A warm hand slid up her thin robe and held her shoulder. Namor turned her to face him.
"I am telling you the truth—"
"You told me you were a mutant. That explained the wings and your other abilities… but now you're an immortal?"
"How do you think I know your language and so many others? There was a time when your people were not so secretive."
His eyes challenged her to doubt him. She couldn't. He could fly. Breathe underwater. Had the strength of many men, and could summon creatures from the deep.
"My people named me after an ancient god. They believe I am the return of him and I have cared for them like they were my very own children. I have lived many lifetimes under the deepest parts of the sea and lost more than one family. Colonizers have brought pestilence to my people… stolen land… destroyed so much. They continue to do so, all over the world-"
"If you hate surface dwellers so much, why come to me? You could've left me alone after that first time we met."
"I could not forget you… could not keep you from my mind. Your people are like my own. They want nothing to do with the outside world, and that makes you different."
"What are saying? You want to live a lifetime with me, too?"
Lebadi held her breath inside her chest. She curled her hands between her breasts and Namor cuddled her in his arms, peppering her face with tiny kisses.
"Namora is angry because she doesn't want me to hurt anymore. She has been alive long enough to know my last wife and the pain it caused me to lose her. After my first wife passed, I stopped having children. I had two more wives after her, and I made a vow to take care of my people and never have a woman again. Until you. My love for you clouds my eyes every day that I am by your side," he said.
Lebadi's eyes welled up, and he kissed away the tears that dropped like rain onto her cheeks.
"You are worth the pain… teech k'abéet ti'teen—"
"I need you too, but this is so much to take in all at once," she said.
"Tell me you love me."
She pressed her forehead against his.
"In k'áatech," she whispered into his parted lips.
The edges of his mouth ticked up into a smile, and he spanked her backside, making it jiggle. He rubbed on her bottom, lifting and separating the round mounds in his hands, squeezing them to enjoy the softness.
"Take this off," he said, fingering the top of the robe.
She undid the belt, and he circled her waist, lifting her up on her toes, his warm naked body evaporating the rain from his skin as it absorbed her heat too.
"Namor, what happens tomorrow?" she said.
"Namora will come back."
"For what?"
He walked her backward on her toes toward the stateroom. She pressed down on her heels to stop him.
"I don't want to talk about that now. Let me love you, Lebadi… your skin is like honey in my mouth, I want to lick all over your body…"
He nuzzled the side of her neck where fleshy immortal lips sucked and kissed chills down her spine and into her toes.
"Let me love you," he said.
She gave in, as he knew she would.
His morning loving was as good as his nighttime lust.
With her head down and her ass up in the air, he took her with long strokes from the back as she rested her head on a pillow at an angle where she could watch his face. His lips quirked up with tension and his right palm pressed down into her lower back. Her pussy squelched and became a gushy ride. Namor slapped her rump hard and used his right hand to palm her left ass cheek as he glared down at her throwing it back on him with frisky twists of her waist. He glanced at her face as if to question what right she had to have a pussy that good on his dick. She arched her back further, and he cursed at her with words that were too filthy for him to translate into Wakandan.
"Fuck me…" he panted.
"I know you like that," she grunted, shifting her hips and widening her thighs to let him sink deeper.
His fingers slid to her hips, and he gripped the supple flesh to anchor himself. He gave quick thrusts that just rested at the entrance of her pussy and she pouted, needing all of his thickness to make her feel full and stretched. Her toes lifted and teased the feathers on his ankles at the quill, which was highly sensitive to touch like the tips of his ears, stimulating another part of his erogenous zones that she liked to play with on his body.
"Fuck my pussy… s'good baby…," Lebadi moaned as she bit into the twisted, sweaty sheets.
Namor teased her entrance until she whimpered his name and he plunged into her, cumming while he did. He drenched her walls, then pulled his fat dick back out and ejaculated onto her ass and back before stretching her out again. His cum painted her walls with creamy warmth. He reached around and played with her clit, two of his fingers strumming a love language that only her stimulated nerves could translate. It was enough of a conversation to have her walls throb back with an answer. She squealed with pleasure and he laughed with obvious delight.
Afterward, they went for a swim.
The sky had cleared up enough to let a few rays of sunshine peek through. He dived below with fish netting and left her alone on the boat for an hour, returning with swordfish, shrimp, and mussels for them to enjoy at lunch. He cleaned and prepared the seafood. She seasoned and cooked it. They ate with their fingers and she showed him how to eat sticky yellow rice balls with a soft fermented flatbread that she made the day before. Namor liked the sour, porous texture of the bread, stuffing it down his throat with the fish tea she made from the swordfish.
Later in the afternoon, they moved the houseboat to another area when the water became choppy and unpleasant. Sleeping nude on lounge chairs, Namor watched her skin darken into a rich mahogany hue. He made her lay on top of him so he could run his hands all across her back and ass, fingering her pussy from behind until she came all over his hand with a sticky release.
Lebadi took a nap inside the stateroom for a few hours. She needed to recharge from a day of lovemaking and eating well. Waking up alone, she found several loose mothers of pearls wrapped in a large seaweed leaf fresh from deep sea oysters. Smelling the odor of good cooking, she rose naked and joined Namor in the kitchenette. He stirred a thin soup of clam meat that she liked for dinner. Holding up a spoon for her, she tasted it.
"Good… ooh, and hot," she said, waving her hand in front of her open mouth to cool the soup on her tongue.
The sun was low in the sky, announcing a gorgeous sunset that saturated the ocean backdrop with blazing red and deep mauve.
"Oh, shit!" she said, rushing back to the stateroom and changing into a short azure blue tunic over a bikini bottom. She dug into one of her travel bags soon after.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
She strode back into the kitchen, clutching a small sachet of her annual offering to Mama Wati. Bypassing the beach and surfing with friends again in Birnin S'Yan that year, she wanted to honor the mother of the sea with Namor by her side.
"Come," she enthused, tugging on his hand to follow her.
Lebadi prayed over the small bundle before untying it and dropping some of the mixture into the sea. She gave the rest to Namor, and he sprinkled it with amusement.
"This god brings you joy?" he asked.
"She does."
He touched her hair, which had shrunk up into tightly coiled spirals from the seawater. She twirled a thick lock of hair and stretched out its length, letting it bounce back into place.
"Children in Wakanda who are born with extra curly hair, like me, are said to be children of the sea. My grandmother was a child of the sea, and so was her grandmother before her. I come from a long line of Mama Wati babies!"
Namor leaned over and kissed her cheek, then held her face with both hands to kiss her longer. She was about to wrap her arms around the nape of his neck when the houseboat listed to one side, knocking them off balance. Namor flew with her a few feet above the deck to keep her from falling. The surge of water lifted the boat and brought it back down roughly, and from Namor's arms, Lebadi witnessed a pod of humpback whales breach the surface and rock the houseboat even more.
"K'uk'ulkan!"
Namora called to him as she pulled herself up onto the back of the closest whale. Namor put Lebadi back on the houseboat and two tall Talokanil men climbed onto the boat, giving her menacing looks. Namor barked orders to them and the men stopped moving, watching their god fly onto a whale to confront Namora. There was no reasoning with Namora and she leaped onto the boat and grabbed Lebadi by the throat, tossing her far over the side. The icy splash punched into Lebadi's back as the dark waters covered her face. She held her breath, watching the light from the surface fade from dark blue to rising ebony the deeper she went down. Flailing her arms, she tried to swim back to the surface, her lung capacity helped by her years of surfing and having giant waves crash over her before she could get more air. Her loose tunic floated above her, tangling her arms and covering her face. She pulled it off and pushed her arms to her sides, swiping away the weight of water crushing her.
Kicking her legs, Lebadi's ascent was thwarted by another Talokanil woman below her, who grabbed her ankle and dragged her further below. Seconds later, Namora was upon her, her hands choking the life out of Lebadi. Bubbles rose out of her mouth and she became woozy from the lack of oxygen in her lungs. She almost blacked out to the haunting, melodious sounds of whale song, until Namor fought off his cousin and the other woman to drag her away. Lebadi noticed a great number of his people holding spears and hugged up close to the whales, using them as living ships to travel on.
Namor burst through a wave and flew Lebadi to the houseboat. The rage on his face frightened her and he screamed at his people. Most stood on top of the whales wearing the same breathing apparatus Namora had to use above the surface.
Namor pulled Lebadi behind him and faced his people. Rapid-fire conversations ricocheted around them as she tried to pick out any words that she knew from being with Namor. It was clear to her that the posse revered him even as they pressed to retrieve him, but his actions upset them. She upset them by claiming his heart.
Namora had a pleading quality to her voice, and it softened Namor. He kept glancing back at Lebadi, and the longer his people spoke to him, she could see his body language changing. His shoulders slumped, and a light went out of his eyes. The voices grew louder, more incessant, and Namor threw his head back as if the stars above them had all the answers he needed. Then… they started singing to him.
Even the whales emitted sounds that Lebadi could feel flowing across her skin above the surface. The haunting melodies of the Talokanil mixed with the vibrations of the sea creatures they rode upon brought Lebadi to her knees. She wept from the pure beauty of it.
Namor looked down at her with a torn expression. Namora climbed back onto the boat and held her hands before him like the wide maw of a shark about to attack. The others made the same hand symbol toward him.
"Líik'ik Talokan!" Namora said.
Namor closed his eyes and Lebadi felt a trembling soul shift inside of him. Namora nodded her head and the other Talokanil on the houseboat dropped back down into the water. Namor sauntered over to Namora and held her face. Only their eyes spoke in a secret language they knew. He stroked his thumb across Namora's forehead and slowly flew up into the sky alone, raising out his arms.
One by one, the whales and the sea dwellers departed.
Namor came back to her side, and she knew.
It was over.
His people came first and she would become a lost footnote to the seductive antics of a foreign god who wanted to fuck a Wakandan woman for fun.
She ran from him, hot tears spilling in fat drops onto her arms as she wailed and beat her fists on the berth. He tried to comfort her, but she thrashed her body to get his hands off of her.
"Get out!" she shouted, burying her wet face. Snot and copious tears clogged up her nose and throat.
He wouldn't leave her side and stroked her back.
"You said I was worth the pain!"
"They are my children."
"I am your woman! They can have you forever, but I only get this one lifetime, Namor! Just this one!"
He pushed back the springy curls on her forehead. His soulful eyes bled into her spirit and she covered her face to hide all the pain that soaked her heart. Namor spooned around her and she wilted. Crying and pleading meant nothing. His duty to his own came first. Always.
They slept curled into one another. By daybreak, he was gone.
Lebadi ate leftover shrimp and rice for breakfast and tossed all the uneaten food into the sea. She started the quiet engine of the houseboat and programmed it to take her back to the Wakandan coast, where she would leave it at the marina rental space she kept for the past two years. Leaving the seaside was the best thing for her sanity.
Returning inland for good would help her forget.
Lebadi couldn't believe the message on her kimoyo beads.
Her former college roommate, Okoye, stared at her.
"Well, did you make it or not?" Okoye said.
Sitting inside an artsy café together, a table full of half-eaten shredded beef and coconut curried rice between them, Lebadi stared at the formal rejection of her application to the Dora Milaje corps.
"I was rejected," Lebadi said.
"Why?"
Okoye's voice went up an octave as she swiped the floating image of the document.
"I failed the physical apparently," Lebadi said.
"How? You seem fit to me… wait… what is that look for? Did you already know you would fail?"
"Not when I applied, but…"
"But what?"
Okoye nudged her wrist with her hand.
"Talk to me, Lebadi. We were supposed to tag-team in this thing."
"I know," Lebadi said. "I just failed. You'll have to become a Dora without me."
"Rhino shit! You always wanted this. We went to school purposely cultivating our education to prepare us. You did an internship in the palace for Bast's sake!"
Okoye lifted a finger to her lips.
"Call them and ask what happened. They have to give you specifics."
"No, they don't. I'm not qualified. I'll find something else to do."
"Like what?"
"I can be an executive assistant to a senator, or maybe a personal assistant to a Council Elder," Lebadi said.
Okoye's kimoyo beads glowed a neon blue.
"Dammit, I have to go. I'm picking up W'Kabi from his mother's house. His hovercraft was fixed at the shop finally."
"When is he going to buy proper transportation? He's had that hovercraft since he was in high school."
"You know how stubborn he is. He'll have that thing until he's an old man," Okoye joked.
She touched Lebadi's hand again.
"Do you want to go out for drinks later? Talk some more? I feel terrible about this news."
"No, go on and spend your evening with W'Kabi. I'll call you later if I find out anything more."
Lebadi didn't bother to stand up. She let Okoye bend over and kiss her temple before she dashed out to give the love of her life a ride to the bike shop. When Okoye was out of the café, Lebadi tapped her kimoyo again and swiped the second page of the form letter for the Dora Milaje corps. There was a listing of categories that could be checked off to explain why a candidate was rejected. The one that prevented her from becoming a Dora Milaje for that recruitment cycle was smack dab in the middle of the page.
Pregnancy.
Lebadi sighed and paid for the food by swiping her kimoyo beads over the dishes and stood up. The thick-layered skirt and jacket she had on barely concealed the baby bump sprouting from her middle. Four months along and she was already showing. Fatter in the face, too.
Walking alone in the downtown area of Birnin Zana, she turned her head to look over at the double palace. Okoye would get through Dora Milaje training easily. Her father was a lieutenant in the military and a decorated pilot. It didn't hurt that her mother was an interpreter for King T'Chaka Udaku either. The dream was for Okoye and Lebadi to protect royalty and travel with the king. She rubbed her belly and sighed. There were plans in place for her to live secluded in Birnin S'Yan and work discreetly as a monorail operator until the baby was born. No one knew she was carrying the seed of a foreigner, a mutant king who once said he loved her, but left her anyway. They had been careless with sex, and now she faced a daunting future.
What kind of child did he put inside of her?
Part 3 Finale HERE!
A.N.:
There will be a part 3! I’m working on several fics at once so be ready! And once I fnally see “Wakanda Forever” y’all in trouble!!!
Reminder: I switched up the spelling of the actual Mami Wata to Mama Wati to give myself space to reshape my ancestor’s actual African/African Diaspora spiritual water being into a fictional Wakandan one.
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Hiiii! can I request an College student!Aqua hoshino x GN!reader smut? Like a first time kind of thing?my idea was like.. they've been since senior year of highschool and the reader wants to take the relationship to the next level ? its ok if this isn't something your interested in! take your time and stay healthy!
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Thank you for worrying about my health and for being so kind to me! And almost my first time writing obscenity, it's something I'm trying. It just won't be an obscene or very graphic smut because I write for soft smut.
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• As they embarked on their college journey together, their bond only grew stronger, deepening into a love they both cherished. You have shared laughs, tears and countless memorable moments. Now, in the midst of a new phase in your lives, you feel it's time to take your relationship to the next level.
• The reader found his heart yearning to take his relationship with Aqua to the next level. They shared stolen kisses and innocent hugs, but tonight they craved something more intimate, something that would solidify their love and commitment.
• The anticipation coursed through their veins as they prepared for this significant moment. They had meticulously arranged their room, ensuring it reflected the warmth and tenderness that enveloped their connection. Soft fairy lights cast a gentle glow, casting an ethereal ambiance upon the space they were about to share.
• When Aqua walked into the room, his eyes widened, taking in the sight before him. The intimate environment reflected her heartbeat, and a tender smile graced her lips. The love he felt for the reader welled up within him, and he felt the same desire to take their relationship to new heights.
• Without a word, their eyes met, speaking volumes in silent understanding. The air between them was charged with affection, and the room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for their next move. Aqua approached the reader, his steps deliberate and filled with a mix of anticipation and reverence.
• Gently, he took their hands in his, intertwining their fingers. The warmth of their touch sent sparks of electricity shooting through their bodies, intensifying their connection. Aqua's voice, barely above a whisper, spilled with vulnerability and love as he expressed his adoration for the reader.
Aqua: (whispering) "You are my world, my love. From the moment we met, my heart belongs to you."
Reader: (feeling overwhelmed) "Aqua, I feel the same way. You've brought so much happiness into my life."
Aqua: (smiling softly) "I want to be with you, grow and build a future together. You complete me."
Reader: (sincerely) "I can't imagine my life without you, Aqua. You are my best friend and my soulmate."
Aqua: (leaning closer) "Let's take this step together. Let's make our love even stronger."
Reader: (nodding) "Yes, Aqua. I want that too. I want us to be forever."
(They share a lingering look, their love and commitment palpable in the air.)
• Moved by his heartfelt words, the reader's eyes welled with tears of joy and affection. They reached out, cupping Aqua's cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath their fingertips. A radiant smile graced their face, a testament to the love they reciprocated.
• With unspoken agreement, they closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a tender, passionate kiss. It was the culmination of years of respect, love, trust and an unspoken understanding. Their bodies gravitated toward each other, seeking solace and unity in his embrace.
• As the night unfolded, they explored new territory, their bodies moving in sync, guided by the rhythm of their love. Every touch, every whisper, and every shared moment deepened their connection, intertwining their souls in a dance of ecstasy and vulnerability.
• In the afterglow of their union, they lay entwined in each other's arms, their hearts beating in harmonious rhythm. Aqua's fingers traced delicate patterns along the reader's skin, leaving a trail of tender affection in their wake. Words were no longer necessary, as their love transcended the realm of language, enveloping them in a cocoon of warmth and contentment.
• With the dawn of a new day, they gazed into each other's eyes, knowing that their love had reached a new level of intimacy and understanding. Bound by the youthful love that had blossomed in their hearts, Aqua and the reader embarked on a new chapter of their lives, knowing that they would forever be each other's sanctuary, support, and unyielding source of love and happiness.
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I’m sorry if Namor was looking at me like this , his whore shorts is coming off and something else would be swimming inside of me
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Aqua Regia Masterlist
I: cutting through the darkness, bouncing off the walls.
Word count: 2.2k
You become the assistant to the new ruler of Fontaine.
II: putting down the roses, picking up the sword.
Word count: 2.5k
You get settled into your new position, but are you really… settled? You realize something embarrassing about your new boss too— best keep that one to yourself.
III: my love is an animal call.
Word count: 2.3k
It seems that both yourself and the honourable Iudex are struggling with some… ahem. Big feelings.
IV: screaming at the sunshine, singing in the rain.
Word count: 2.5k
The honourable Iudex realizes that you are much more fragile than he is, and perhaps standing in the cold rain is not the best for your health.
V: subatomic interactions.
Word count: 3.6k
You confirm a few theories, resulting in a delicate moment between the two of you, and learn more about what the hell has been going on the past few months, as much as you’d like to deny yourself.
VI: I’m done dancing to alarm bells— I’m done fighting off change.
Word count: 7.1k
The ball goes off without a hitch, and the tide finally swells in, sweeping you up in its grasp.
VII: saturate me, I can’t get enough.
WARNING: SMUT NSFW 18+ MDNI
Word count: 5.7k
Conifer forests quake in fear at the way you two pine. What do you get when you cross a very pent up dragon with the willing object of his affections? So much fucking love it will rot your teeth.
Extras🌊✨
Experimentation is for the bold
WARNING: SMUT NSFW 18+ MDNI
After years of being married, your husband asks if you’re willing to experiment in your intimate life. Your best friend Wriothesley is happy to help.
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203-gou no Rinjin wa Kagitaba Hitotsu Nokoshite Kieta.
Titles: 203号の隣人は鍵束ひとつ残して消えた。| The Neighbor in Room 203 Disappeared Leaving a Key Behind.
Artist: uruh aqua
Tags: Yandere, Stalker, Kidnapping, Obsessive, Psychological
Category: Manga, Doujinshi, Oneshot
Warnings⚠️: Yandere, Psychopath, Rape/Non-con❗️
Summary: You are in love with your neighbor Nagito, who has been very kind and friendly to you. But not knowing how to express your feelings, you end up acting like a stalker! That in turn feeds into a vicious cycle of self loathing and hesitation. One day, you find out that Nagito has been aware of your stalker-like habits… And nonetheless has continued to treat you with kindness. That very kindness overwhelms you with guilt, and you decide that you must move away from him. On the day you plan to move out, you confess to Nagito about your stalker-like habit and apologize. But Nagito seems unfazed. "I know." he laughs in amusement, and then pulls me into his room. There, in his room, you are witness to something totally unexpected----.
Read online: Link 1 | Link 2
#manga recommendations#manga#smut#oneshot#yandere#Stalker#203-gou no Rinjin wa Kagitaba Hitotsu Nokoshite Kieta.#The Neighbor in Room 203 Disappeared Leaving a Key Behind.#uruh aqua
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✧ 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰��𝘦, 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘳～
(this is totally not sea’s masterlist)
❝ 𝐎𝐇 𝐍𝐎, 𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 ❞
𝘚𝘌𝘈 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘌𝘚 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘋𝘖 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘖𝘙 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘊𝘛 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘚𝘌𝘟𝘜𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘌𝘚 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙.
𝘐 𝘔𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘓𝘠 𝘜𝘚𝘌 '𝘠𝘖𝘜' 𝘛𝘖 𝘋𝘌𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘐𝘉𝘌 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙
𝘐 𝘈𝘔 𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘍𝘞/𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘈𝘜𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘙 <3
𝘐 𝘋𝘖 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘜𝘚𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘔 𝘠/𝘕 𝘌𝘟𝘊𝘌𝘗𝘛 𝘐 𝘜𝘚𝘌 [𝘕𝘈𝘔𝘌].
【𝔦𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔫’𝔱 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱】
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𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 ... 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥 !
𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯!
𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳!
𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.
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❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 ❞
everything sea had done so far!
RECENT WORK: 1/27/24
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everything | lyney drabble
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Original Male Crossover Stud Fantasy World- Yusha AU
How does Link and the others take Zelda coming over dressed like this? Does her scheme to seduce Link succeed?
Link:
Aqua: Slut….
Darkness:
#konosuba#konosuba smut#legend of zelda series#legend of zelda series smut#link loz#princess zelda#darkness konosuba#aqua konosuba#original male stud au#original male stud au ask#fantasy world au#fantasy world au ask#isekai au#isekai au ask#yusha au#yusha au ask#crossover au#crossover au ask#seduction
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I want you-Namora x reader
Summary: The same water and land that unites them, one day separates them.
Warning: Angst, Smut and Romance
Rating: +18
Work count: 9500k 💪🥹🤌
A/n: I was inspired by the song "Diet Mountain Dew" by dear Lana del Rey.
I make it clear that the poem I used is called "Não te amo mais" by Clarice Lispector, a Brazilian woman, read the poem I used as a letter in the traditional way and then read it from the bottom up.
I could make his eyes shine.
Baby, I want you
Being alone was never a problem, in fact it was good, no need to be always moving or communicating, where silence was a friend and solitude a companion. But why is it that now when I am alone I long to be with you, it is as if there is a part of me missing, my thoughts run to you and I feel like I am delirious when I hear your voice. It's not fair, the water that separates us is abundant, you would never leave your home for me, would never leave your cousin the king to be by my side.
Then why, why is it that whenever I am near Namora she looks at me as if she could love me, why she look at me as if you could make love to me?
You are not good for me.
Baby, you're no good for me.
Everything would be different if I had never met you, you, the blue skinned, water colored woman, who really comes from water. It's funny how cruel fate is, I never felt the need for someone, but for you I burn.
I was completely in love with Namora. Namora, the woman of my dreams and nightmares.
Namora, the woman with blue skin.
Namora, my passion.
Namora, Namora, Namora, Namora, Namora.
Just, Namora.
Namora pov
I remember when the humans came and destroyed the earth with their greed, the survivors like me had a purpose, to have a home, where no one could hurt us, where my cousin would grow strong and healthy, where attuma and I could protect our people. Since that day, I learned never to trust those on the surface, they were greedy, hateful, angry and above all they were manipulative.
She was like that, a born manipulator, I knew it from the moment I saw her, her curious and bold eyes possessed a certain innocence and ignorance but I knew it was a trap, y/n is a cheeky one, trying to fool me with smiles and sweet words, as if I were a little beta fish inside a little tank made for her to enjoy.
And even though I know she was trying to fool me, I can't deny it, I would like to make her have fun, make her smile more, hear her voice at night and feel her warmth.
She attracted me like fire attracts a butterfly.
Is she frustrating, an enigma, does she desire me, or does she just revel in my anguish, is that why she smiles whenever she sees me, does she mock me? Of course she does, humans like her are always malicious and deceitful.
Never trust a human, no matter how beautiful they are, how soft their skin looks, how sweet their lips look, and how beautiful their body looks. In another life she could be a mermaid, a charming and murderous mermaid, and I would give myself to her without fear. Not even the strong waves of the sea could buy with the strength of the desire my body feels for y/n, I need her like a fish needs water, and I could cling to her like water clings to sand.
I wish that on cold Talokan nights like today, my y/n was here, so that instead of my hand it was her hand gripping my breasts, so that it was her mouth kissing me, and that instead of my fingers it was her fingers and lips on me.
In the morning a thin layer of sweat covers my body, between my legs is a wet spot, a testament to my weakness for y/n. I let the water wash the sins from my body, and clean clothes cover the shame I carry. As soon as I leave my room I am again Namora, the cousin of the king, the warrior of Talokan and protector of my people.
"Good morning, attuma"
"Namora, good morning, k'uk'ulkan asked me to let you know that we will be leaving for Wakanda today, he wants to negotiate an alliance between the nations."
"We shouldn't trust them, they might attack us, we don't know what they really want from us."
"We will trust K'uk'ulkan, he would not put us in danger, you know that, Namora."
"I never doubted our king, I just don't trust them."
Your pov
Today I would see Namora again thanks to the meeting between Shuri and kukulkan, I would attend this meeting and the next ones since my purpose in wakanda is to gather information about Talokan, as a researcher and student of cultures and peoples I was recommended by my friend Bucky who owed some favors to Wakanda.
Of course I wore my best outfit, an orange dress with shiny stones. My excitement could explode in my body if I let it, it has been days without seeing her, I missed her, even though she doesn't even look at me and seems to avoid me like a plague.
When the sunlight and water touch my skin I see her slowly coming out of the water, her skin quickly turns blue in contact with the fresh air, the mask covers the lips I dream of every night, drops of water are all over her body and I think about how I envy them for being able to touch what I desire.
As Shuri and k'uk'ulkan talk I can't help but look at Namora, admire her silhouette and muster the courage to say something.
"It's a good day isn't it, Namora?"
"Hm"
"I mean, Shuri is excited about the possible alliance, and I think Talokan can benefit from this union" I smile, I would do anything to please her.
"You must not think anything, you are just a curious researcher, Talokan is none of your business"
A stab would hurt less, Namora leaves my side and walks to a small hut far away from all of us.
hit me and tell "you are mine".
I don't know why, but I like it.
My god you are divine.
Namora pov
Even though my body desires her, I repulse her, it's not fair, the way she tries to be nice to me, I don't understand why when it's clear that she only wants to mock me. Anger fills my mind and poisons my heart, she can't play with me.
"I didn't mean to offend you, I'm sorry if I said something wrong"
Y/n said as she walked into the cabin, it's funny the way she tries to fool me with her sweet voice.
"You shouldn't be here, I don't understand why you think you can have fun with me, I'm not a toy, girl."
"Namora, you got it wrong, I never meant to make fun of you or have fun with you"
"That's enough!", You're a cheeky one, coming here after me to lie to my face as if I'm going to believe you. You better get away from me or I'm going to make you regret trying to seduce me."
"I don't understand why you hate me so much, I just want to meet you."
There has never been a girl so beautiful.
"What for?, To use whatever you know against me?, To use me?, You people on earth are all the same."
Your pov
Now I realize why Namora hates me, she is afraid. When she tries to leave I stand in front of the exit preventing her from leaving, I look into her eyes and take courage to confess.
"Namora, I would never hurt you, I want you."
There has never been a girl so beautiful.
Do you think we'll ever be in love?
My dress is lying on the floor along with her outfit. I try to satisfy my hunger by touching her body as much as I can, smelling her black hair and even though I can't taste her mouth I settle for kissing her salty blue skin.
My hand grabs her breast while my mouth sucks the other one, my other hand slowly goes down her belly to her wet pussy, I start to touch it slowly moving my fingers in a circular fashion over her clit. The moans smothered by the mask drive me crazy, who would have thought that the Talokan warrior could be so needy.
"Are you okay, Namora?" I smile wickedly.
"Y/n"
My fingers enter her pussy and I focus on her blushing face and frowning eyebrows, she was beautiful.
Namora's moans got louder as I thrust my fingers into her, hungry I started licking her sweet pussy until I made her cum, I licked every drop of her wetness as I felt her squirm beneath me.
Without any shame I start rubbing myself against her shapely thigh wetting her with my arousal.
"Na-namora, I love you, you understand, I love you"
My eyes are half open, my eyebrows frown and my moans get louder. As I cum Namora looks at me, she seems to be enjoying the sight.
"Clean me off"
"Hm?"
"Use your tongue to clean my thigh, little girl"
Slowly my tongue slides down her thigh, licking every drop present. A grunt breaks from the Talokan warrior and I feel her placing me beneath her, at her mercy.
Namora pov
Looking at y/n's mouth I see some saliva, she was drooling, I wish I could taste her flavor but the mask prevents me, a cruel reminder of who we are, I belong to Talokan and she belongs to the land, not to me.
"If I'm too harsh let me know"
Without waiting for an answer I run my hand all over her body, I squeeze and slap her pretty breasts while my other hand touches her round ass until I reach her thighs, with strength I use my body weight to keep her legs open, I slap her thigh a little and start playing with her pretty pussy.
"Namo..ra"
"Yes, pretty girl?"
"Please"
Two fingers of mine enter her pussy, seeing her desperation I add two more, I see her arousal covering my hand, if she asked me to stop, I couldn't.
Her crying and needy image on the small bed of the cabin will stay in my mind forever, I allow myself one enjoyment, as soon as she cums in my hand, I remove my mask and clean her pussy with my tongue.
The difficulty of breathing fills me, but before I go back to my mask, I look at y/n, kiss her desperately, the first and last kiss.
You're no good for me.
But, baby, I want you, I do.
I've been waiting up all night.
It has been a few days since my meeting with y/n, when everything was over I left the cabin without saying anything, it may sound cruel, but I had nothing to say, we could never be together. Despite this, I made sure to say goodbye afterwards, I wrote a letter and left it in the sand for her to find.
___________________________________________
I don't love you anymore.
I'll be lying saying that
I still want you like I always wanted.
I am sure that
nothing was in vain.
I feel inside me that
You mean nothing.
I could never say
I nourish a great love.
I feel more and more that
I'm over you!
And I'll never use the phrase
I love you!
I'm sorry, but I have to tell you the truth
It's too late
By Namora
____________________________________________
Autora: Clarice Lispector "Não te amo mais"
(Read from Bottom to top now!)
I wonder, if I asked y/n to come with me, would she come, would she leave everything for me, could she love me even though I took her from her home?
Do you think we will be in love forever?
Ready for another lie?
She says it'll be alright.
One last encounter occurred, not in the way I expected, the war between Wakanda and Talokan had come, I would have to fight my y/n.
"Namora, please listen to me, I don't want it to end like this."
"There is no or way my sweet" Tears slowly fall from my eyes.
"Are you crying Namora?"
"Of course, I don't want to hurt you, but it is necessary, Talokan is my home, if you were from Talokan everything would be easier"
"Then take me with you"
We both know exactly what we are here for.
You're no good for me.
But, baby, I want you, I want you.
K'uk'ulkan and Shuri in the end gave up fighting and decided to unite, it's a relief, but it's not the solution to everything. Y/n asked me to take her to Talokan, but how could I ask my cousin the king of our people to allow me to bring someone from the surface to Talokan, how would I say that she was my lover, how would the people of Talokan react to this?
How would I Namora the warrior of Talokan tell my king and people that I fell in love with someone I should hate?
There is no happy ending, I should know by now, there is never a happy ending with the surface.
But I would like to try with my y/n, maybe in another life, where she would be a little mermaid and I would be a loyal little fish who would follow her to the end of the world.
Ready for another lie?
"We can find a solution, Namora"
"No, we can't, you belong to the land and I belong to the water"
There has never been a more beautiful girl.
You're no good for me.
But, baby, I want you, I want you.
Do you think we'll be in love forever?
It hurts to remember the sad and anguish face of my beloved y/n, my girl, my temptation, just mine.
"Please, Namora"
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Thanks for the ask, Mo!
🧡 Cloud: share a fluffy conversation you're proud of.
Here's an excerpt from my fic, "The King's Command":
#would have shared a snippet of Napo#but all his fics are smut smut and more smut#aqua asks#ask game#ikepri chevalier
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Ship, Smut, or Beat Up 7:
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