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hoejosatoru · 1 year

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SatoSugu Threeway

Fem!Reader x Gojo x geto. Reader’s skin/hair color and texture not specified

Warnings: Porn with out plot. Just nasty, threesome, geto and gojo kiss and touch each other too, fingering(pussy and ass), oral (fem receiving from two at once), kinda cum eating? maybe more cum tasting, oral m receiving, double penetration (pussy and ass), overstimulation ish, squirting, cream pie, dirty talk, being called slut, yeah just pure filth & not proof read. MDNI

2.6k words (this was meant to be a little blurb but I got carried away oops)

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked Gojo and Geto as they stood before you at the foot of the bed. You were at their place, in Gojo’s room since he had a near comically massive bed. You ran your hands along the silky sheets to calm your nerves.

Gojo smirked. “I think it is a wonderful idea.”

Geto couldn’t help but agreed. “But if you don’t want to, we don’t have to.” Your eyes scanned your two best friends. Both were tall, towering over you as you sat looking up at them. Gojo was sinewy, all limbs and muscles and a devilish look on his face that told you he was already undressing you with his eyes. Geto was just as tall, but thicker, dark and handsome. If Gojo’s look was undressing you, Geto’s was already fucking you.

Your thighs instinctively squeezed together, not missed by either men. “No, I definitely want to.” You knew that without a doubt. Your only reservation was that you didn't want it to make your friendship weird, though your friendship with the two men has alway been, well, weird. Not a bad weird, no, nothing like that at all. But there was an undeniable sexual tension between all of you. Not just you and the men but between them as well. You’d made out with both of them separately and were fairly certain they’d done the same - if not more - together.

Gojo was already yanking his shirt off. “Thank god.” He made as show of crawling up the bed slowly towards you, dragging his hand along your body as he went. There wasn’t an ounce of reservation as his lips met yours. You’d kissed him before, of course, but with Geto watching it felt more electric.

You felt Geto’s body sink into the bed next to you. His fingers hooked your jaw, turning you towards him. He kissed you deeply. his tongue sliding into your mouth with ease. Gojo’s hands rubbed up and down your torso, never touching you were you wanted to purposely work you up.

Gojo leaned in, but instead of kissing you he kissed Geto. You weren’t sure why it was so hot to watch your best friends kiss, but god it was. Your pussy ached as you watched them lick and nip at each other. You were trailing your hands up and down their backs as they turned their attention back to you, a knowing smirk passing between them. To your surprise, they both leaned in. You never really thought a 3 way kiss was possible, but they did it was ease. Your lips and tongues tangled to the point where you didn’t know who was who's and you didn’t even care.

Gojo’s hand went back down your body sliding under the band of you leggings and ghosting over your cloth covered pussy, before withdrawing. Such a fucking tease. He slipped his hand under your shirt, peeling it off. You hadn’t bothered wearing a bra, which both men thoroughly enjoyed.

“Been dying to see these tits,” Gojo said, giving the one on his side a squeeze. “Nice, aren’t they, Suguru?”

The dark haired man smiled. “So fucking nice.” With that, their lips were on your tender flesh. Gojo sucked and kissed all over, while Geto focused on your nipple. His tongue flicked the peak before taking it in his hot, wet mouth. There styles were so different, Gojo more unbridled, letting his impulses guide him, where as Geto was focused. Both were fun in their own way, but together? It was too damn good. You’d heard it was possible to cum from just having your nipples stimulated, which you never believe. But the way your pussy was pulsing now, you were thinking it was possible.

Gojo started kissing down your body, Geto’s hand replacing where his mouth had been on your other tit. Gojo didn’t tease this time; he slid your leggings and underwear off in one go. “Oh fuck, Suguru,” he damn near moaned. “She’s fucking soaked.” The way he spoke about you made your pussy ache even more. Gojo spread your lips apart to get a good look at you, spreading your arousal around as he went. “You gotta fucking see it.”

Geto placed a final kiss on your boob before shifting down by your legs. “Such a pretty pussy,” he agreed, thumb making circles on his thigh. You blushed, feeling shy under both of their gazes at your most intimate area. You tried closing your legs, but they both held your thighs open.

Gojo tsked. “Don’t you dare try to hide this pussy from us.” His long middle finger slid into your soaked entrance. You gasped as he pressed against your g-spot. “You’re cute when you’re trying to be shy, though. As if you aren’t dripping for us.” His words made you whine.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be so shy if I- fuck-,” you hiccuped as Gojo slid another finger into you, “wasn’t the only one naked.”

Gojo chuckled. “Hear that, Suguru? She wants us naked.”

“All you had to do was ask,” Geto smirked, yanking his top off. Watching Gojo turned to Geto, hooking his fingers into his pants and yanking them down. Geto returned the favor, licking a stripe up the blue-eyed man’s neck. Gojo let out a shaking breath that made you want to moan. God they're so fucking hot, you thought. Geto looked at you, smiling as if he heard what you thought. “Think we are making our friend feel left out.”

“We should fix that.” Gojo was back between your legs in a flash. He licked a stripe up your pussy, moaning. “You gotta fucking taste her.” Gojo moved over, allowing Geto to slip between your legs. He kissed your throbbing clit before licking up your arousal as Gojo had.

“Mmm,” Geto moaned against your pussy. “So sweet.”

“Can you open up for me, y/n?” Gojo asked, nudging your thighs apart more. He hooked one over his shoulder. Geto did the same with other to accommodate both of them between your legs. Before you could even process what they meant to do, both their mouths were on your pussy.

Your head feel back with a gasp as they both their tongues slid over your slit. They loved being able to taste you and taste each other. Sometimes they stopped to kiss each other between your legs, but mostly they made out with your pussy and each other at the same time. If them sucking on your tits at the same time was heavenly, this was downright sinful. It almost embarrassed you to watch them sloppily lap at your pussy but you couldn't tear you eyes away.

Geto’s lips attached to your clit, sucking on it. “Fuck Suguru,” you gasped. Gojo didn’t want him having all the fun. He slipped his tongue lower, pressing into your weeping hole. The wet, warm muscle inside you made your breath ragged. “Sator-nngh- god right there.” Before you could draw another breath, you were tipping over the edge. Your orgasm pulsed through your body as you gasped and cursed. Both men licked at you until you finished, then looked up you grinning and slick-faced.

“Your sexy when you cum,” Gojo grinned. “Bet you’ll look even sexier with my cock in your mouth.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him, but sat up eagerly. Gojo approached you, slipping his cock out of his boxers. It was nice and long, flushed pink. Leave it to Gojo to have a pretty cock.

Geto stayed between your legs. “Don’t mind me, I’m not done yet.” He let his fingers glide through your slick folds as you took Gojo in your mouth. He was heavy and warm against your tongue.

“That’s it y/n,” Gojo urged, “Coat it with your spit. Gonna make it nice and easy to slip it in your ass later.” You hummed around him at his words. He ran his fingers through your hair as you sucked him. You ran your tongue up the underside before swirling it over the tip and bobbing back down.

You gasped as you felt Geto's tongue on your again. It pushed you further down onto Gojo, making you nearly choke. The feeling over your mouth tightening on him made Gojo’s hips buck. You tried to focus on Gojo, but Geto was making it difficult. He let his tongue slip inside your soaked pussy and fucked you with it.

Your mouth continued to tighten around Gojo as your pleasure built between your legs. You used your hand to squeeze the base of him so you could focus on his sensitive tip. Meanwhile, your release and Geto’s saliva had dripped down your pussy and onto your ass. Geto used it as lubricant to massage the tight hole of your ass and eventually push a finger inside.

You moaned onto Gojo’s cock, which made him curse. “Fuck whatever you’re doing, she loves it.” His hands were gripping your hair tightly now as he let his hips fuck into your mouth a little.

“’M getting her ass ready for you,” Geto slurred between your legs.

Gojo grinned. “Such a good friend.”

Geto worked a second finger into your as he tongue fucked you. He pressed his fingers deep inside you, making the pleasure stirring in your lower belly completely explode. The sweet ecstasy filled your body. Your moans vibrated down Gojo’s cock, coating it with drool. The sensation set him over the edge, hips stuttering as he filled your mouth with his warm cum. “Fuck, that’s it, swallow it all.”

Gojo had no qualms about kissing you after he came in your mouth. Your kiss was deep and sloppy, before he separated for Geto. You watched the two kiss, hearing Gojo moan tasting your cum on Geto’s lips. Geto’s hand slipped down their bodies, stroking Gojo’s semi soft cock. Your pussy throbbed watching them and you couldn’t help but join.

You pulled Geto’s boxers off, finally stripping him bare. His cock was slightly shorter than Gojo’s but definitely thicker. It was a deep needy shady of red. You spit in your hand before stroking him. You pressed kissed to their stomachs and hips as they enjoyed each other. It took mere minutes under Geto's touch for Gojo to get hard again.

Geto took Gojo’s lower lip between his teeth and pulled at it, making the white haired man groan. Geto then turned to you with a devilish grin. “Need to fuck you so bad.” He pulled you on to his lap, making you half gasp half laugh. The way Geto looked at you with such carnal desire made your cheeks blush and your lower belly churn with anticipation. You felt so naked under his stare, so shy you almost had to look away. Geto only grinned, sensing the impact he had on you.

“Gonna be a good girl and take us both, right?” Geto asked. Your lip went between your teeth at the thought of having both of them inside you. You’d never done something like that, but fuck it sounded good. The second you nodded, Geto was lifting your hips and sinking you on to him. You let out a his as your soft walls opened for him. “Fuck she's so tight,” Geto groaned.

“Bet her ass is even tighter,” Gojo said from somewhere behind you. You instinctively rolled your hips, letting your body adjust to Geto. He rocked his hips up slightly, admiring the moans it pulled from your lips. Gojo tried to be as patient as he could so you could adjust to Geto, but his patience feared very thing watching his cock disappear inside you. He did not like feeling left out.

You felt Gojo press up behind you, the warmth of his chest at your back. He pushed you down so your chest was flush against Geto’s. Geto stilled, allowing Gojo to spread your ass cheeks. You heard him spit a split second before you felt the warm saliva hit your ass. He used his thumb to spread it over your hole before lined himself up to you. His cock head pressed against you, slowly pushing through the ring of your ass.

“Aahh fuck Satoru!” you whined as he slowly filled you up. You gripped Geto’s shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin

“You can take it,” Gojo insisted, continuing to press inside. He bottomed out with a deep satisfied sigh. “See? Taking two cocks like no problem.”

“Mmm, yeah I can feel her squeezing me,” Geto commented, “She likes it.”

Gojo chuckled. “Who knew our friend was such a slut.”

Your breath was ragged as both men began to move inside you. It was such a strange, full sensation, but fuck you couldn’t deny it felt so good. They moved slowly at first, making sure you were enjoying it. With each moan that left your lips the moved more freely.

“God your so fucking tight, y/n,” Gojo moaned, “Feels so fuck wrapped around my cock.”

Your pussy throbbed at his words. “Don’t think I didn’t feel that,” Geto said. “You like when Satoru calls you a slut, don’t you?” Your head was on Geto’s chest and you whined in response. That wasn’t good enough for him. He gripped your jaw and made you look up at him. “Asked you a question.”

“Ye-nggh -s! Yes I-I like being called a slut!” You gasped. Both chuckled at you.

“Good girl,” Geto smiled. You whimpered at his words and how his cock nudges at all the most sensitive spots in your pussy. Your body felt limp as you leaned against him, caged between your best friends warm, muscular bodies. They enjoyed the feeling of being inside you, but also loved that they could feel each other inside you. They could feel their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin muscles of your pussy and ass, making each thrust stimulate them even more.

Both men continued to thrust into you faster. Gojo’s moans were lighter, on the precipice of a whine, while Geto’s were deeper and raspier. It was music to your ears. “Fuck she’s taking us so good,” Gojo moaned. “Think we should fill her up?”

Geto smirked, pressing deep inside you. “Yeah, I think she’d like that.” His thumb found your sensitive clit, making you yelp. “Am I right, y/n? Want us to fill you with our cum?”

“Please, please, need it,” you babbled. The pleasure you felt so intense it was making you dumb.

“Rub her clit harder, bet she’ll cum in a second,” Gojo said. Geto responded immediately rubbing you harder and faster. You nearly screamed as the pleasure in your lower stomach completely snapped. Your whole body shuddered as your orgasm flamed through you. Neither man let up as you cum, making the pleasure build and build and build. You were about to push away from overstimulation when your body convulsed again, your release gushing out of your pussy.

“Oh fuck,” Geto groaned, watching your pussy squirt. Your released soaked both men, making their cocks ache. Geto broke first, his cock throbbing inside you as his filling you with his hot cum. Gojo didn’t last much longer; watching his best friends cum set him over the edge. He was much more vocal as his hips stuttered and he release himself inside your ass.

You were collapsed on top of Geto by the time Gojo pulled out of you. He watched both his and Geto’s cum leak out of you. “Fuck that’s hot.”

Geto chuckled, rubbing your back gently. “We need to get cleaned up.”

“Good thing my shower’s big too,” Gojo grinned. He walked over to the door, still shamelessly naked and covered in cum. “I hope you enjoyed that, y/n, because we are definitely doing that again.”

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indulgencecentral · 1 year

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Pomegranates and Cream

An Aladdin AU

Pairings: Satoru Gojo x f!bodied reader, implied Suguru Geto x f!bodied reader, implied Kento Nanami x f!bodied reader, implied Sugur Geto x Satoru Gojo, implied Kento Nanami x Satoru Gojo

Genre: Heavy smut with a tiny bit of fluff.

Warnings: Established relationship, dom/sub undertones, bondage, nicknames (sugar drop, sultana, beloved), exhibitionism, voyeurism, the reader is a princess, Gojo is a prince, oral(m!receiving), handjobs, blowjobs, boobjobs, aphrodisiac cream, humiliation kink, praise kink, male orgasm, dacryphilia, implied knife kink, dubcon (if you squint), discussions of threesomes.

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A/N: This was requested by the lovely @princeasimdiya12! Thank you for the request! I had a lot of fun working on this; it turned out so much better than I thought it would. Subby Gojo is the best. If enough people enjoy this, I might even write a second part... Let's hope the mood hits though.

When the news of the princess choosing to marry a commoner had first spread through the sultanates of the desert, many had mocked her decision to sully royal blood. Some thought her foolish, choosing love over a political alliance, and some thought her cunning to strengthen the bonds she held with her people.

To fight the rumours, or perhaps enhance them to her liking, the sultana-in-waiting plunged herself into her work, pouring blood, sweat, and the brine of her tears into creating a formidable reputation for herself.

Meanwhile, the prince consort, freed from the title of street urchin now indulged in every delight of the palace, hosting lascivious parties and grand feasts, pleasing guests of the nations that hoped to exploit his princess, twirling them in dizzy circles till they could no longer tell friend from foe.

And when the newly made royal couple retired to bed each night, they put their skills new and old to use. Surviving in the streets had not been an easy task for Satoru, and he boasted many skills in his arsenal, the honey of his tongue that had been useful in situations one and all now used to bewitch his princess alone.

On the night of their marriage and maiden tryst, his princess had shown Satoru that she was no blushing virgin, and her royal authority had shone through the first time she had climbed atop him, a beringed hand tightening around his neck.

His princess’ life had grown taxing since, and Satoru had decided that his duty to the sultanate would be performed by keeping his princess stress-free — which is how he found himself here, bound hands and uncovered feet tugging at the scarlet rope securing him to the posts of their marital bed in his princess’ chambers.

“Comfortable?” she crooned in his ear, the beads and jewels strung around her neck beating against the soft skin of her breast.

“Yes, my sultana,” Satoru breathed, and his princess smiled brightly at the title.

“My good little prince,” she whispered, leaning down to tuck a lock of pale hair behind his ear. He always loved when she touched his hair, how she’d compare it to the snow of the mountains he’d never seen, to the downy plumage of owls from her fantastic stories. “How obedient you are.”

“I am enchanted by who gives the orders,” he rasped, arching upward in search of her mouth. He only found the skin of her collarbone, pressing a chaste kiss to the dip beneath the sharp plane, right above where the weight of her breasts swung heavily, where the heart he loved beat sharply. “How could I not be obedient?”

She tsked at his action, pulling his hair slightly, a moan drawn from his throat now streaked with the salty dew of his sweat. “Do you remember what we spoke of?”

Satoru nodded, biting his lip in anticipation of the gag that would soon rest against his tongue. “Two hooked fingers if I need to stop, sultana.”

His princess traced a sharp nail over his jaw. “Good.”

Satoru exhaled shakily, watching as his princess pulled the long strip of satin that secured her hair and bundled it to place between his lips, saliva pooling to moisten the soft cloth scented of the jasmine milk she bathed in. The bindings of her breasts followed, securing his gag in place, and he glowed at the sight of her unfettered bust.

His princess showed him a copper bowl then, warmed over a candle, its contents liquid and creamy. Smearing some over her hand, she reached for the semi-stiff heat of his cock, a lewd sound issuing as she slicked her hand up and down, smearing the cream over the skin beneath the pretty mushroom head of his sex, the soft pad of her thumb pressing into his sensitive slit.

Unable to help himself, he bucked into her touch, a slobbery whimper leaving his breathless mouth. His princess was so ravishing it drove him mad.

She pushed herself to her knees, drawing the shimmery pale curtains around their bed. A spike of desire and panic coursed through him. Did she have more plans for him? A secret she had deigned to tell him of? He hadn’t the slightest clue, but couldn’t help a sliver of pride; sultanas ought to be good at manipulation.

The blush-blossom-dyed curtains obscured Satoru from the room, but his princess’ gaze found him regardless, a sly smile on her plush berry lips. “Be silent, my prince.”

A shiver went through him, but not from the breeze that had swept in through the wide balcony. No, the cause was entirely something else.

His princess made sure to check the quartet of ropes that secured him to the bedposts, pulling a raven feather-stuffed coverlet over his long, bare limbs. It did little to hide his swelling length, forming an embarrassing peak, but he appreciated the warmth nonetheless.

“Listen closely, Satoru.” He moaned softly at his name on her tongue. “There is something I have neglected to tell you. The Sultan of Kalasahn requested to meet with me a few weeks ago, and I did accept his invitation. He arrived half a sandglass ago, and it would be rude to not grant him an audience, even if it is an informal one.”

“Whmm?” Satoru felt himself tremble with jealousy at the thought of his princess granting any sultan a private, informal audience — but his princess had taken his words from him, and his helplessness struck him most severely.

It was a shame his wife was so adept at reading his expressions, and her lips pressed into a line. “I can see you are displeased, so I will make you a deal. Be good, Satoru, my dear, and I promise to make it up to you.”

The suggestion in her voice was enough to undo the bound prince, and he nodded so hard the bed shook with his vigour. Then a knock came on the door, and a slow burn heated his cock, and Satoru realised the gloriously terrible fate he had doomed himself to.

“Sultan,” his princess greeted the strange man, bowing in deference.

A wicked smile was on his lips as he regarded Satoru’s wife. “Princess,” he did nought but incline his head, his eyes finding the sumptuous valley that the cut of her decadent amethyst blouse displayed.

Rage, hot and crimson pulsed through him, but instead of passing as it usually did, Satoru felt the heat go straight to his stomach, enhancing the slow burn warming his cock. The effect of the cream was strange, disconcerting and so incredibly sultry all at once, the way it felt like his princess’ mouth around him but with an extra, secret edge.

The gag kept the worst of his sounds at bay, but a little mewl broke from him, his legs tangling restlessly in the coverlet.

His princess indicated the spread of jewel pillows, striped rugs and furred throws on the floor. “Do find your comfort,” she smiled her tigress’ smile, reclining on the spread herself, casting a subtle look at her lover.

“I have come here to discuss politics,” the man said, but his gaze drifted to places only Satoru had the privilege of touching. He felt himself leak at the thought.

“There is no shame in being comfortable when we do.”

The man tossed his bilious robes. “Your method of business is refreshingly… different, I must say, princess.”

She let her gaze find her hidden prince, blinking to reassure him as she checked his hands. Satoru’s cock burned at the eye contact, the cream now ramping up to a sensation that felt similar to being sheathed inside his beloved — nothing could truly compare to that heaven, but the cream was trying really hard.

“I am to be sultana regnant, the true heir to my father’s kingdom. If I do not define myself, then who will? It is better to be different than forgettable.”

The man laughed, watching hungrily as she bit into the red flesh of a pomegranate, the ruby seeds splitting beneath her teeth, juice dripping down her throat. Satoru’s mouth watered at the sight; how he wished he could lick up that crimson dribble.

“Princess,” the man sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He had not dared take a seat. “As a sultan, I am bound by both a man’s honour and a king’s honour. Let us speak tomorrow when the sun shines on secret things.”

She had expected this, had relied on it. The sultan was already in her jaws, and he did not know it. She sucked the juice from her fingers, and Satoru almost revealed himself then, his desire too strong to hold back.

“As you wish, sultan.”

When they reached the door, the sultan turned abruptly, his eyes wandering to rest on the curtained bed. Satoru’s heart sped up as he felt the man’s gaze burn through the veil that separated the two halves of his princess’ life, which threatened to expose the risks she liked to take if drawn.

His princess kept her calm as Satoru tamped the urge to wriggle under the weight of the man’s gaze, blood rushing so quickly to his cock that he was left dizzy, the heat of the lotion reaching a level that was excruciating and delectable, his hips fucking up into nothing.

“You certainly keep a host of secrets, princess,” the man said, tucking a loose strand of his long hair behind an ear. Had he seen through to the heart of the power dynamic that was playing out in the bedroom, or just Satoru’s splayed, desperate form?

“Just as any good ruler does, sultan.”

The sultan laughed at her silver tongue. “Indeed.” He placed a chaste, respectful kiss on her knuckles, and Satoru felt tears of humiliation leak from the crystal eyes his princess loved so much. “And please, princess, when we are alone- '' another surreptitious glance at the bed, one which did not go unnoticed. “-call me Suguru.”

His princess raked her eyes up and down Suguru, raising a curious brow. “I shall endeavour to, next time.” Satoru’s spit streaked his chin, his gag drenched.

Sultan Suguru’s hand on the doorknob, he threw one last smile over his shoulder. “Perhaps, in time, princess, you will invite me to indulge in your secrets.”

She placed her hand over his, pushing open the door to her chambers. “I think I am tempted by that offer, Suguru.” The way she said his name made Satoru whine, the sound doing nothing to shatter the electric atmosphere of the room, now stuffy despite the open balcony doors. “Goodnight, sultan.”

“Goodnight, princess.”

Finally, finally, the sultan had left, and Satoru had his princess all to himself again. “Flee-ashe,” he cried, aching for even her eyes on him. His garbled plea made him all the more pathetic.

“In a minute, my prince,” she called, rifling through the neat pile of scrolls on her desk, concealing the copper vessel from earlier in a locked drawer.

A genteel knock sounded on the chamber doors, and Satoru’s heart thumped wildly. Had Sultan Suguru returned? Was his invisible torment to continue? Would he have to watch as he took his princess up on her offer? More tears slipped from his stained-glass eyes.

“Who calls at this hour?”

“Captain Nanami, princess.”

Satoru shivered at the guard captain’s baritone. He was a stoic man with hair of straw and eyes of molten bronze. What if he came upon Satoru in his dishevelled, damp state?

His princess swung the door open to reveal the captain’s broad shoulders, business-like demeanour, and intense gaze. “What business, captain?”

“Pardon my intrusion, sahiba, but the tabib sent me here on urgent business. She says you hold a document, one which has the formula for a new medicine.”

His princess raised a hand to silence the captain. Perhaps she would send him away? Satoru prayed she did, for he could not take this exquisite torture anymore, the heat of his sex now fever pitch.

“I know what Ieiri speaks of, but I have some tasks to finish.” Was that what Satoru was, a task? His pride smarted, but he couldn’t deny the thrill he felt at the humiliation. “You have leave to enter my chambers. Search as I finish tonight’s work.”

Saluting, the captain began his search, leaving not a surface untouched, his careful hands and careful gaze scanning every drawer, every nook, every cabinet, every corner as his princess read at her desk. Satoru wriggled, resenting the ease with which he moved through the space, his feet finding well-worn paths.

Nanami had been here before, for what purpose, Satoru could imagine but was afraid to. His cock dribbled further at the vision, now forming a stain on the coverlet.

“I’m afraid I cannot find the scroll, sahiba,” he spoke, regret tinging his tone.

“I think, in my forgetfulness, I may have left it on my bedstead.” Satoru held back a scream. “Would you check?”

“Sahiba, I am your guard and your servant… I would not dare think to cross the boundaries of royalty.”

“I have asked you to check, Nanamin.” The captain’s cheeks reddened at the endearment, and his hand grasped the edge of the curtain. Satoru’s heart leapt into his throat, his sex making fun of his fear by giving another aching throb.

What Nanami saw upon his liege’s bed, concealed by curtains, was not what he had expected. To see the street urchin he had loathed and longed for, trussed as a snack upon his liege’s bed was a shocking sight that shouldn’t have aroused him so.

His calloused hands went to the knife at his belt, one that had kissed the skin of Satoru’s throat too often to call the knife his own anymore. What a vision the snow-haired boy was, his cheek and gall vanished, his chest flushed and covers tented, ecstasy writ across his face. Nanami felt his knees buckle, spit pool in his mouth, wishing he could watch it splash against the lips that had taunted him so often with impetuous smirks.

“Kah-ah-pten,” Satoru mumbled, the delicate bones of his cheeks bright with shame. That the guard captain he had once toyed with saw him this way, this weak.

Despite himself, Satoru moaned like the whore he had once been. He still remembered the weight of the guard’s cock in his mouth, the fine he had avoided by swallowing Nanami’s length, those hands pulling at his hair.

“Forgive me, captain, the scroll was on my desk all this while.” Shaken from his stillness by his princess’ voice, Nanami took care to smooth his features and draw the curtains around Satoru before taking the scroll from the liege’s hands.

“Thank you, sahiba, and once again, my apologies.”

His princess led the man to her doors, her expression speaking volumes. “Before you take your leave, captain, answer my question.”

“Anything, sahiba.”

“I have come to understand that a soldier’s job is very frustrating… Have you ever felt the need to release those frustrations?”

Nanami swallowed, his fingers clenching around the scroll. “Yes, sahiba.”

“Next time, you will tell your princess when you have frustrations you wish to expel. That is an order.”

Nanami bowed deeply, his genuflection poorly concealing the ravenousness in his bronze gaze. “As you wish, sahiba.” The guard left without another word, the tightening in his loins too strong to ignore.

His princess parted the curtains, sidling up to curl beside Satoru, softly stroking his mussed hair. “Did my prince miss me?”

“Ye-ash, ye—” he cried, craving her touch where he burned. She drew the coverlet down to expose his cock, and it frightened him, how vigorously it pulsed with desire, the violent red colour of his head, the filthy mess of his weeping tip, the painful throb of his balls, the pulse of the thick vein that threaded his cock.

Before he could beg further, his princess’ mouth was on his cheeks, kissing the tears from his petal-soft skin. “My sweet boy,” she comforted, peppering his face with kisses. It hurt to be loved so dearly, and he whined quietly at the attention. “My sweet, scrumptious ‘Toru.”

She ventured to the bridge of his throat, already so sullied with teeth marks and hickeys administered by his princess herself. “Sul-mph!” he cried, when her teeth teased at a pebbled nipple, swirling it in her mouth with the expertise of a woman who had spent her entire life eating strange delicacies. Her sharp nails kneaded the firm swells of his chest, leaving half-moons to redden as she licked her way down his stomach.

His princess was happy to bite into the little pudge of his stomach, a sign that he was happy and well-fed, the sculpture of his physique still present beneath the weight of his joy.

“My prince, remind me, we had a deal, yes?”

He bit into the satin stuffed inside his mouth, his hands fisted above his head to keep his composure. “Ye-ash, plin-shesh.”

“How would you like me to make it up to you, beloved?”

“Tusch me, phleashe!”

She looked up at him through her lashes, and he almost came undone right there, such as the craving in her gaze. “I will do as my prince wishes, then.” He gasped, shuddered and felt himself cry when his princess’ soft palm drew up his length.

He was so utterly close, the tension of the evening and the effect of the cream heightening the ferocity of his pleasure. His princess’ hands, with their sharp nails and dainty knuckles, looked so pretty wrapped around him, and the dollop of spit that fell from her loving mouth to slide down him was so utterly obscene that his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hair pasted to his forehead from sweat, his mind an empty place overwhelmed by the presence of his princess, his beloved, his wife.

When she undid her top, he knew he wouldn’t last long. Spreading more cream over her skin, she gathered her soft mounds and slid his cock between them, the pillowy smooth sensation and the kisses of her mouth as it sucked merrily on his tip every time it emerged from between her breasts making him tighten and tense all over, his orgasm sneaking up on him, sinking its claws into him.

Noting the shift in his demeanour, his princess decided to free him of his torment, cupping the weight of his balls softly before engulfing him in the heat of her mouth. He went limp then, thrusting once into her, her teeth scraping lightly along the skin of his cock, his soul leaving his body as she swallowed all he had to give.

He felt ropes of his cum streak into her mouth, the muscles of her throat fluttering around him as he sobbed through his orgasm, watching as she let the last feeble spurts of pearly white fall across her cheek, as she collected his release with fingers still ruby-red and licked them clean them with sordid relish.

Undoing his ties and ropes, she let Satoru pull her into his arms, her hands soothing against his scalp, running down his back in consolation as he trembled, still coming down from his high. He gasped and sobbed further when she undid his gag, burrowing into her shoulder to stave off the delicious tremors that racked him.

“‘Toru, sugar drop, are you alright?”

He looked up, reaching to press a kiss on her nose. “That was wonderful.”

She brushed a hand over his cheek to wipe the tear tracks that streaked his skin. “I’m glad. Rest, and I will have a bath drawn for you.”

Before she could call for her servants Satoru grabbed his princess’ hand, pressing a kiss to where the man had, wishing to wipe a trace of him from her body. “Sultana?” he asked, unable to meet her eyes.

“Yes, my prince?”

He hesitated. “Were you serious about letting that man indulge in your secrets?”

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, his princess tipped his chin up to look him in the eye. “Listen well, my prince.” Her voice was low, seductive, and oh-so convincing. “I would do nothing that would hurt you, upon your body or in your heart. If allowing another to indulge in these delights with us is something that repels you, I shall not speak further of it. You make me happiest.”

His answering smile was shy, precious and most beautiful, and his princess said as much to him, causing Satoru to blush. “But I shall not deny that it is something that interests me, both in terms of politics and pleasure. So, I would like you to think it over. But never doubt, you will always come first, in my heart.”

Satoru thought over the night’s second encounter. “Sultana, did you wish for the captain to find me as he did as well?”

She raised a brow. “If I did?” She traced the curve of his lip. “I understand that Captain Nanami and you have had such an encounter before. Do not think I don’t know what goes on in my lands.”

Mollified, Satoru hid his face behind his hands. “So, if he wishes to release his frustration as he has done before, would you let him?”

“If you wanted such a thing, I would. Only if you wanted. Why my prince- “ she pulled his hands away. “-I would steal the moon from the sky for you if that is what you desired.”

“Would you enjoy it?”

“Very much… The thought itself floods me,” she smiled to herself, the hair on her arms rising. “Will you think about it?”

How could he say no to her? “I will think it over, my sultana,” he rasped, his insides gone liquid at the fantastic visions that plagued him.

“That’s my good little prince,” she said, moving away to arrange for his bath. Leaning back on the pillows of their bed, Satoru felt his pulse flutter.

Sultan Suguru was a beautiful man, close to rivalling his wife… How curious it would be, to let him indulge, have him watch as Satoru licked pomegranate juice from the hollow of his princess’s throat.

He recalled the music of Captain Nanami’s groans when he had devoured him in the streets… How curious it would be, to watch his composure dissolve, have him make those sounds again, have him press a knife to his skin.

Curious indeed.

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