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emi-writings · 10 months

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Wilbur participates in the Unseelie Masquerade Samhain Celebration with a charming fae king.

There was never a moment of peace in the Unseelie Court.

That was something Wilbur had struggled to adjust to when he had been whisked away. He was used to quiet nights, when the only noises that could be heard were from the animals that only appeared in the darkness. The Unseelie Court never allowed itself to get quiet enough to hear such sounds, there was always a party of some kind, or a fight between two fae, or something else equally chaotic and loud that encouraged the Unseelie Fae to make as much noise as possible.

That night it was a masquerade, one being hosted in honor of Samhain. Plenty of fae had taken the chance to go cause some mischief in the human realm on one of the two nights where the veil between worlds was at it’s thinnest. But most of the fae were enjoying a ball hosted by the Unseelie King, where booze never ran out and music constantly filled the air. Dancing filled the main hall of the Unseelie Palace as the Unseelie moved with very little rhyme or reason, a frenzy of movement that was as beautiful as it was hectic.

Wilbur stood away from most of the party. He watched the dancing from a distance, trying not to be overwhelmed. There were many fae he could recognize taking part of the festivities. Niki and Eret were dressed in beautiful, full dresses dancing in the center of the room. Roier and Jaiden were dancing with a younger fae named Bobby. Slime and Mariana bickered and yelled as they danced, a young fae giggling and holding their hands. Missa and Phil were talking together, three young fae in their care. One that played around with a training sword, one with a flute and the other with a large, red bow. Luzu was away from the dancing, he leaned against one of the walls, sipping from a chalice that never emptied. Baghera danced around the room in a calmer dance, most likely because she was dancing with Pomme, another younger fae.

The human should have realized that the lack of appearance from a certain monarch should have meant he wouldn’t be alone for that long.

“Care for a drink, songbird?”

There stood Quackity, a chalice in his hand. The chalice was filled with a sweet-smelling liquid that had the consistency of honey and the color of pomegranate wine. Wilbur was overwhelmed with the desire to drink it, a thirst that could only be satiated by the drink in the Unseelie King’s hand. The human turned his head away almost immediately.

“Not that kind of drink,” Wilbur answered, “I’d like to remain human.”

Quackity let out an amused noise before he downed the Unseelie Nectar himself, “You’ll ask for it one day.”

A few months ago, Wilbur would have found that phrase threatening. The King of the Unseelie Court telling him that he would give in and ask for the Unseelie Nectar – a substance that would turn him from a mere mortal into a fae as powerful as Quackity, an Unseelie Monarch. Now that he had spent enough time with the fae, he only rolled his eyes at the suggestion.

“There are far better ways to propose, you know,” Wilbur said.

“Maybe so,” Quackity shrugged, “But you’re fun to tease. Are you going to join in?”

Wilbur shook his head, “I doubt I’d be able to really keep up.”

The fae hummed contemplatively as Wilbur continued watching the celebrations. The human was far more grateful for the mask as he felt his face warm under the unrelenting gaze of the Unseelie King. It felt like the fae could see right through him. For someone so used to being ignored and unseen, Wilbur had no idea how to properly handle the intensity.

“You know, it kinda defeats the purpose of wearing a mask if everyone can tell who the other is based on other features,” Wilbur commented, “Things like wings and tails kinda gives identities away.”

“Maybe so. But it’s more about the fun,” Quackity said before he held out his hand.

Wilbur eyed it suspiciously, “Yes?”

“I want you to come with me, songbird.” Quackity said.

“Where?”

Quackity smirked, “Live a little bit, songbird. I promise you won’t hate it.”

Wilbur thought it over for a moment before he sighed and placed his hand in the fae’s. Gently, the fae pulled him away from the festivities, the sound of music fading into something more quiet and soft. Eventually, they walked out onto a large balcony. The balcony railing was covered in flowers and plants from the seasons of fall and winter, and small lights of the Unseelie colors danced in the air. The balcony overlooked some wonderful sights of the Unseelie Court.

“Pretty sight,” Wilbur commented.

“For a pretty boy,” Quackity added.

Wilbur turned to face him, “Why did you bring me out here?”

“You seem a little distant, that’s not like you, songbird,” Quackity said, “You usually have far more confidence.”

“I can’t dance.”

Quackity tilted his head up at him, “Oh?”

“Humans aren’t supposed to do anything to attract the fae,” Wilbur explained, “So dancing it out of the question. All the music and dancing is a lot.”

“Well, there is an easy fix to that. I can teach you,” the fae once again held out his hand for Wilbur.

This time, Wilbur didn’t hesitate, and placed his hand in Quackity’s own, “I really shouldn’t be doing this.”

“You shouldn’t do a lot of things, according to human rules,” Quackity replied, “But admit it, you have so much more fun when you break those rules.”

Wilbur didn’t reply, he just allowed Quackity to slowly lead him through a simple, tame dance. It was unlike anything he had ever seen in the Unseelie Court, a fae court that was dedicated to passion, chaos, revelry. A dance between partners in the Unseelie Court usually was a blur Wilbur couldn’t see, that ended with one of the dancers collapsing from the sheer exhaustion and passion that had just transpired. This one was gentle and sweet.

“I didn’t know Unseelie Fae could dance slowly,” Wilbur said.

Quackity laughed, “I like to keep you on your toes.”

“And yet every day you try to get me to drink some Unseelie Nectar,” Wilbur mused as he was pulled into a twirl.

“I think you would make a good king. You’re intelligent, witty, and have the passion for an Unseelie monarch,” Quackity said as he dipped Wilbur, “And I will admit that I am quite fond of you. Of course, I would want you to be a fae, and an equal to me.”

“You’re too much for me, Quackity,” Wilbur uttered hesitantly.

Quackity smiled, “You just don’t know what to do with me yet. But you’ll work it out.”

“Optimistic,” Wilbur laughed a little.

“You always know how to get what you want. I think it’s more realistic than optimistic,” Quackity replied.

Wilbur countered, “You sweet talk too much.”

“I can’t lie. We both know that every word that leaves my lips is the honest truth,” Quackity laughed, “And look who said he couldn’t dance.”

It was in that moment that Wilbur realized that the slow and gentle dance the Unseelie King had started had developed into a foxtrot. It wasn’t as fast paced as the other dances in the court, but the speed and skill was more advanced than the gentle swaying that they had started with. Wilbur wasn’t sure what to make of it, the way his body moved in sync with Quackity through every movement. A part of Wilbur was a little suspicious.

“This had to be your magic,” Wilbur said.

Quackity shook his head, “My magic can only do so much. Unless I take full control of you, which you would be aware of, it wouldn’t be able to improve your skill that much. At least, not in this specific instance.”

“Convenient.”

The Unseelie King chuckled at that, before he slowly lifted a hand up to cup Wilbur’s face. A warm sensation rushed over his face as Wilbur’s mask disappeared. It could have been an illusion or glamor, but Wilbur knew that it wasn’t. Quackity wanted the mask gone, so it was gone. It was as simple as that.

“There we go. I missed being able to look at your face properly,” the fae smiled, “Maybe you could make my night better by singing for me as well, songbird.”

“That’s far too many rules broken for tonight,” Wilbur whispered.

Quackity hummed thoughtfully, “It’s a special night. Tonight, humans mourn their dead and ward against visitors from other realms. But for us fae? It’s a celebration of life and passion. A night to celebrate all the risks taken.”

“So I should do something risky?” Wilbur asked.

“You should do something you want, something you desire. Deep down, you know what you really want but deny yourself. Take it.”

Wilbur found himself leaning forward at every word, his eye flickering between the glowing red eyes of Quackity and the fae’s lips. The barely audible music in the background swelled, as if encouraging the human to give into the other’s suggestion. To finally bite the seed of that sweet, forbidden fruit and lean in for a kiss from those lips.

Wilbur hesitated, “I shouldn’t.”

“Why shouldn’t you? You want it. I want it,” Quackity whispered, “It would be so easy, songbird. Just lean down a little more.”

And Wilbur did.

Wilbur leaned down, his lips meeting Quackity’s own which tasted faintly of pomegranates.

Quackity was right.

Tonight was the perfect night to take such lovely risk.

#tntduo #quackbur #tntduo fanfic #tntduo fic #tntduo au bingo #masquerade ball #fae aus #qsmp background characters #look I couldn't refuse the desire to include the eggs #there are two characters that only appear in the dsmp though #Niki and Eret

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camilleflyingrotten · 14 days

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Another Good Omens Faeries AU

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #faeries #fairies #fairy au #Crowley got their wings torn of by a toddler (they should never have get so close to a human but they were the disobedient one lmfao)#in this universe Fae wings aspect are unique for each fae #a Fae got their wings after their chrysalis stage and the aspect depends on the personality and tastes of the fae #digital art #procreate #my art

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bigfatbreak · 13 days

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girl help. oh my god girl help p lease

#changeling au #my art #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #adrien agreste #zoe lee #GIRL HELP THE FAE ARE ENTRANCED BY MY SWAGLESS NATURE AND AWKWARD DEMEANOR

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stolos · 4 months

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TimKon fantasy AU (prince/knight Tim & half-fae Kon)🤭 if y’all like this I’ve got a few more ideas

BONUS DOODLES:

#they’re meeting for the first time #my art #dc fanart #timkon #kon el #tim drake #kon el superboy #conner kent #dc robin #tim drake robin #fantasy au #timkon fanart #tim drake wayne #timkon fae au

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sharpedgedfool · 2 months

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The first line up of fae! Some extra rambles under the cut:

Had to keep these guys together of course, they're all spring-waking and fall-sleeping fae. Usually the first thing they do when they wake up is find each other again, they pretty much spend all their seasons together.

Wild Cherry likes exploring, adventuring, racing and discovering new hide-outs. They've out-flied every other fae in the waking seasons, their current goal is to wake up early enough to spend a few days in the Winter - to challenge their fastest fae to a race to prove they're the fastest out of anyone.

Sycamore loves inventing and building, they make gear and knick-knacks for everyone. Fae from all over know to seek them out for any assistance building something, they built Rose's hammer for instance! Most fae without wings can't fly, but the Sycamore's helicopter seeds have the unique ability to grant him limited flight!

English Rose loves dresses, gowns, flower crowns, everything fashion-related in the fae world - they love celebrations and usually go a bit overboard decorating - but being extra is a good thing for fae. They have a bit of a temper, but are exceptionally generous and often willing to lend a hand.

Jack O' Lantern likes exploring too, and normally digs around animals burrows and fallen logs to find things Cherry overlooks in the sky. They are wingless but are able to glide on the wind (like spores) and have fashioned some rose thorns to his gloves to climb easily. He often goes off on his own, but always comes back around to hang with the group.

All four of them are well known, well respected Fae, but have a bit of a reputation of getting into trouble. They have a strong sense of morals and will not back down from a fight - if a fairy decides to stir up trouble these four will usually have something to say about it.

(Also shout out to the person who recognised the exact bug species of Sonic's wings like immediately when I posted the wip ur a real one jkhdfgdgf)

#oriontag #fae au #sonic the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #miles tails prower

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applestruda · 10 months

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Boatem knights joel and lizzie

The hunter and the lady of the woods

#i just think they're neat #the sillies #also like they're sorta supposed to be story book ish #for funies #but yeah hunt joel and fae lizzie #boatem knights au #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #smallishbeans fanart #ldshadowlady #ldshadowlady fanart #my art #character designs

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headless-witch · 1 year

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Im normal im normal im normal IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS I SWEAR-

#A war between the faes lol #hermitcraft #grian #goodtimeswithscar #hermitshipping #mother spore #gridoc #bc goatfather #scarian #Im NOT having a new hyper fixation #IM NOT #I SWEAR #sporelings au #headlesswitch's art

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puppetmaster13u · 7 months

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Prompt 47

Hear me out. Amity Park gets shifted in universes slightly- maybe it’s from Pariah, maybe it was a wish, maybe they did so on purpose to escape something- and they end up in the DC-verse. The thing is, thanks to the media blackout and the shields, no one in the new universe notices. The Amityville Paekers know about outside, can go on the internet and leave whenever they want, but they’ve all become more than a little liminal. More than a little off. Movements too graceful, eyes too sharp, ears too pointed and teeth more akin to predatory fangs. Skin with a soft glow, hair moving as though underwater or being tussled by the wind- bodies seemingly unaging after a certain point. They’re so ecto-contaminated that they’re unsure they can even be counted as human anymore, and it wasn’t like the city wasn’t already practically self sufficient. Add in a portal or two through the Infinite Realms to get supplies to start a few fields or some fish farms and well, they’re pretty good. Sure it’s resulted in them using a mixture of modern and older money and having several extinct plants and animals running around but that’s fine. There’s magic in this world! Actual magic, that they can learn! And use? Oh this makes rebuilding after a sparring incident go so much faster!

This results in the hero who stumbles across this place to believe they’ve stumbled across some sort of city of fae or elves.

#Vlad gets a redemption arc through being properly socialized #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #fae amity au #honestly might have been the outlaws or some speedsters who stumbled across the city #Let's be real Ellie goes out and ends up stealing away clones sometimes too #You can tell who is more liminal by how animated their hair is or if it has white in it #No longer is white hair a sign of age but now ecto-contamination #Usually activated upon death but most end up like revived instantly #the shields made it where the ecto from the portal couldn't leave so it flooded the inside #resulting in everyone getting blasted by ecto 24/7 for several years until they adapted & started producing it on their own

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starry-bi-sky · 9 days

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a half-ghost--? no- no wait, that's a changeling. that's even worse.

so i'd like to preface this by saying this stems from me going entirely off the rails thinking about tales of the passerine-- which is frankly quite on brand for me to think of one au, and then develop it so far left ways that it makes another au entirely.

bUT. Context! Danny's ancestors sometime before they immigrated to America had a fae marry into the family. This had its Side Effects. Naturally. The Fentonnightengale responsible for this charmed a fae thanks to their swagless nature and awkward demeanor, so instead of getting eaten the fae thought it was cute instead. The fae marrying into the family had an affinity for music, but that kinda repressed itself by accident -- blame the salem witch trials.

By the time Danny is born, the fae blood has become so latent that it really doesn't show up anymore other than the Fentons Eccentricity and obsession with the supernatural (a latent desire to return home to the fae realm - aka infinite realms). There's an unnatural charm surrounding the fenton that really only creeps almost every human within a visual radius, and Danny is no exception.

hoWEVEr. the accident that turned danny into a halfa in one timeline did no such thing in this one -- it just reactivated his latent fae blood, and reactivated it with a fervor. Effectively turning Danny from a human into a changeling.

Danny just thinks at first that he's a half-ghost -- only to realize later on from Clockwork that he's not one at all. He's very much fae -- which is a wild discovery for Danny to make. It also means his rogues are quite a bit more intimidated by him. Fae are above ghosts in the Infinite Realm Creature Hierarchy, no matter how powerful they are. A fae can still Steal the name of a ghost, so Danny's rogues are rather skittish/unsure around Danny until they realize he doesn't know he's a changeling -- after that, many of them vow to try and keep it secret amongst themselves.

Danny's 'ghost' form is rather birdlike, and in human form his appearance warps to match his comfortability. When he's alone with his friends he starts taking on unnatural features. -- his blue-green eyes brighten and his pupils elongate, his teeth sharpen, and his ears grow longer and animal-like. His hair softens to be more feathery, his nails sharpen. In general he takes on more 'bird-ish' features. At school, around his parents, and when he's stressed, tense, or scared, he looks completely human -- an instinctual survival mechanism.

As a ghost, he has large, pretty wings that gradient from black to dark purple-blue, with a shimmer across the feathers that resembles the aurora borealis. His limbs elongate, his legs becoming bird-like and his talons grow on both his feet and nails. His ears vaguely resemble a rabbit's, although they don't flop down like one. All his teeth sharpen. Razor sharp chompers, capable of biting through bone. His eyes take on a greenish-hue, but otherwise remain the same color, albeit his sclera becomes blue-ish and his pupils become diamond-shaped and white. Rings of seafoam blue circle around his iris, creating a reflective sheen. He makes chirping, creaking noises, and when he speaks there's a faint overlap that is very enchanting.

Overall he's rather beautiful in a terrifyingly inhuman way, its hard to take your eyes off him. He has a lot of feathers. He's very drawn to singing and music in general, and gets into music sometime after his accident. He likes flutes/ocarinas/woodwinds the most, followed shortly after by strings, and then piano. He also slowly loses the ability to lie -- which is really annoying and also terrifying until he learns how to reword himself and become a better wordsmith.

SInce this stemmed from an older brother dpdc au, its gonna stay an older brother dpdc au alsfh. i'll just get to the dpxdc part in another post since i wanted to get this off my chest first

#disclaimer: im not following any strict or specific fae lore. i know fae lore im cherrypicking and making my own #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #dpxdc #dpxdc crossover #changeling danny au #danny phantom au #danny phantom #putting these ^^^ tags up because this post also works as a standalone DP AU #future older brother danny #danny yawns once and unhinges his jaw Like A Snake and scares the fuck outta his friends.#this is just the outline for the au so not everything is set in stone. things are yet to get build up on. here is the foundation for my ide

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piosplayhouse · 3 months

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"Oh dear," the unicorn thought. "I must've really mucked up the story beyond compare! The Red Bull Luo Binghe is protecting the last unicorn scum?! Unconscionable! He should have driven me off the cliff by now!!"

#dont ask why binghe gets to be a human but sqq has to be a unicorn #maybe hes prince lir in this au actually wait omg that would be good #half human half red bull sxy was freakay #the unicorn turning human to disguise herself is obviously sqqs plant body allegory #binghe sniffing around the castle: where is shizun i can still smell him? suspiciously sqq shaped human: gulp #binghe's tragic backstory in this au i guess is that he meets shen qingqiunicorn as a kid and sqq can sense that hes half fae and so #takes him semi under his wing but is like a prick about it until binghes seal breaks and they find out that hes a red bull fae #and shen jiu stabs him into the ocean something something abyss he comes back gets adopted by haggard kills every unicorn by throwing them #into the ocean as well before picking off shen jiunicorn last. and then sy fucks it all up #it's been like a decade since i read the book sorry #svsss #scumbag self saving system #scum villain's self saving system #bingqiu #shen qingqiu #sqq #lbh #luo binghe #my art #svsss last unicorn au

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maesonc-artistic-adventures · 1 month

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I really enjoyed this page. I’ll probably add more eventually

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fictionadventurer · 4 months

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Of course Catherine Morland falls in love with the charming, kind Henry Tilney who's unlike any man she's ever met and who's the kind of person who she didn't think existed outside of books. But the great thing is that Henry's equally enchanted by the completely ordinary Catherine, because she's something that's totally unfamiliar to his world. They're equally mythical to each other, and in finding each other they upend their ideas of what they thought the world was, and they build a new world together, and that is peak romance.

#northanger abbey #jane austen #i got to thinking about that fantasy au #and realized that catherine and fae prince henry could totally do the 'i'll believe in you if you believe in me' bit #because he's a mythical creature in catherine's world but she's also a mythical creature in his worldview #and the fairy tale setting amplifies it but it's still true in canon and i love it

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bigfatbreak · 14 days

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Juleka has some knowlage via Luka? Do tell? Is juleka a changling as well? Or some sort of runaway fae?

when Anarka was pregnant, she made a deal with a river fae to determine the gender of her child. She was presented with two blooms, one red and one white, and whichever she ate would result in the gender of her choice.

Being Anarka, she ultimately ate both, and ended up with twins.

she ate the white flower first, so Juleka is a normal human child (as far as she and anyone else knows for the time being) but Luka, her twin, is sort of magical. Kind of a Lindworm boy. Since Anarka ate both blooms instead of one, the fae of the river tried to steal Juleka as payment for deception, but Luka beat him in a musical contest and Juleka got to stay with her family.

as a result, due to his strange situation, Luka is not only aware of the whole "other magical people" thing, but is kind of one of them. Him and Juleka try to steer clear of them when they can, but now Juleka is in a class with a changeling ooooppsssss

#changeling au #luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #sass #my art #sass doesnt wear as much jewelry as other fae because he prefers to trade with kids. he likes kids; same way duusu does

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ghouljams · 2 months

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Fae using magic to make their partners bodies adapt when mating is so hot!!! 😩 The thought that it would break them if it wasn't for Fae manipulating their anatomy... screaming crying throwing up

The monster fuckers can come get their juice now, I'm doing monster fucking, size queen, shit.

It should hurt, it should split you open until you scream and sob, but when König pushes his monstrous cock into you it's slick and pulsing. You can't take your eyes off of it, your breath hitching in your chest as he pushes and pushes it into your tight cunt. It must be magic that keeps you from ripping, must be magic that let's your pussy hug his cock like a vice as he eases each inch into you. Not even halfway through and you can tell his cock is starting to bulge out your stomach, you clench around him and a monstrous growl echoes through the forest. He stretches you past what you ever thought possible, squeezes against every soft spot within you, and lets you feel every delicious inch of him. You can feel every vein, the ridge of his bulbous head where it butts against your cervix. Fuck, he's already hit the end, there's no more space for him.

König grinds against you, stirring you with his fat cock and making heat sizzle up your spine. You whine, eyes fixed between your legs at the monster settled inside you, the length left to go. König gives a testing thrust and something in you shifts. You jerk, arch your back with a breathless gasp as your body adjusts for him, forces itself to make room for the cock bigger than your arm. It's like nothing you've ever felt before. You stare, unseeing, at the forest your body wrapping around König like it was made for him as he slides every fat inch into your cunt. Your eyes roll back, you can feel him nudge your ribs, can feel him stretching your shirt and pushing against the already sliced waistband of your pants, god...

His drool drips onto the forest floor, mushrooms sprouting from the decaying leaves where it pools. You can hear the low growl vibrating through his chest, can feel the creak of the claws holding you up, the spread of them, the way his pinky presses against the head of his cock. You look down and whimper at the absolutely destruction that must be coursing through your body, the huge cock magically forced inside of you. You can't bring a single thought to your head, can only do your best to swallow down the greedy drool that fills your mouth, and listen to the wind whispering at the presence of a king. You may as well be a fleshlight in his hands. You can't feel your legs.

König moves you up and down his cock, using you to pleasure himself. You watch the motion of it greedily, fascinated, you must be dead ten times over to be letting this happen. But it doesn't hurt, there's just the warm aching drag of his thick cock against your insides. Each gummy inch of your cunt tries to keep him inside, clenching when he bumps your sensitive spots, making tight heat pool in your stomach. It's such a heavy pressure, unyielding, and deadly the way it shocks pleasure up your spine with each inch of movement. You come on his cock without meaning too, the orgasm too deep and wanting for you to anticipate, it breaks through you and König whines at the squeeze of your walls around him.

"Meine Königin," he rumbles, the very air, the click of his claws and teeth, the rustle of his fur and spines, seem to speak for him, "if you don't relax it's going to hurt."

You take a shaking breath and tip your head back to look up at the monster over you. His eyes are red, his teeth like tombstones. You stick your tongue out for him, your lips parted and your eyes bleary with barely contained tears. He smiles, and dips down to shove his tongue down your throat, the appendage wiggling inhumanly to stretch your poor throat the way his cock has stretched your pussy. He only pulls away when your lungs are starting to burn and your vision is starting to darken at the edges. You suck in a breath as he pulls you up the length of his cock and shoves you back down. The burn of it rips through you, and you scream for the whole forest to hear.

"Little masochist," König chastises, "of course you'd want it to hurt."

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