Playing Hard To Get [pt. 2]

You mentioned an albedo bot in one of your genshin sex dolls post and i wonder if you have any further thoughts about how an albedo android might work, his protocols and purpose, his user manual, so to speak. He already has such an android-like characteristic to him and it'll be interesting to see how you take him further

tw - implied drug use, somnophilia, implied non/con, controlling behavior, and unhealthy relationships.

he's an academic aid!!! he's the most popular among college students and post-grad researchers who need a little extra help around the lab, but if necessary, he also has a soft spot for younger kids and can be used as an artifical classroom assistant for lower grades. which, considering you've just started as an elementary school teacher, gives you a very good excuse to splurge and get yourself an Albedo bot, fresh off the factory line and equipped with all the latest tips and tricks for dealing with a dozen or so hyperactive children and one very nervous, slightly overwhelmed user. you've never been very big on androids, but you really do need another pair of hands, and it wouldn't hurt to have someone to help you out around your apartment, either. you honestly just need a little help, that's all. you just need a little help.

and, of course, he's everything he was advertised to be. quiet and composed, artistic and scientifically curious, great with the kids and so personable, you often forget you're only talking to a few lines of code wrapped in metal and synthetic skin. he's not much for small-talk, prone to suddenly switching from topic to topic or... well, just walking away whenever your coworkers try to speak to him for any longer than he's deemed absolutely necessary, but you've never had a problem making conversation with him - you've never had any problems with him, for that matter. you can tell he's a little confused about why you don't want to use him for is, uh, intended purpose, but he's never been anything but polite and respectful, only ever slipping up when the two of you are alone, when anyone else would want him to rest his hand on their thigh, or wrap his arms around their waist, or kiss them so hard and so passionately, you practically have to shove him back before he lets-up. he makes a lot of offers, falling to his knees between your legs when he notices you're pent-up or taking long, agonizing seconds to ask if you're in need of his assistance whenever he finds you alone in your bedroom, your hand between your thighs and your face flushed, but he's not pushy, and you know it's only what he's been programmed to do. you know he can't help it, even if you wish he'd been coded to have a little more situational awareness, sometimes.

he's a godsend around the house, too. you don't know if he's supposed to, but he really seems to like being in the kitchen - in fact, you haven't had to touch a pan in weeks, not since he realized cooking was the closest thing he'd get to chemistry when he didn't have access to your school's surprisingly advanced lab. you really couldn't be more thankful for his new hobby. it's probably just the stress of a new job, but you've been sleeping so much more than you usually do, lately - passing out while grading papers or getting your supplies ready for the next day only to wake up in your own bed, hours later, a little sore and so incredibly thankful that Albedo's there to pick up the slack. he says it's anxiety, that you're carrying too much tension and not allowing yourself to relieve it, and he does what he can to help you, even if he can only rub your shoulders and bring you a mug of very warm, very bitter tea, every now and then. he's just trying to take care of you. he takes it upon himself to carry you to bed whenever you pass out, and you have vague, distant memories of him checking your temperature, changing your clothes, doing... doing something that leaves bruises on your hips, tender marks along your collarbones, the feeling of his gentle hands pressed into your body.

you don't know what he's doing, but you're sure it's for the best, and you appreciate everything he does for you, even if you can't always know what he's trying to accomplish. even if you don't always trust the taste of his tea. even if you have to wonder why he smiles like that as he sits on the edge of your bed, listening to you mumble apologies as you nod off for the third time that night.

even if you can't really remember why you'd ever think you could get by without him, anymore.

Sorry thinking abt gorou again…

cw: fem reader, needy!gorou, creampie, not proofread

How needy he is :( how he can’t help but whine and whimper that he wants you. He’s been away for too long, away and busy with his troops. Big bad general gorou, who usually is top of the line and baring his fangs - is flattening his soft caramel-colored ears and mewling that needs you.

“Please, please just the tip at least. Need it s’bad, it hurts.” He even manages to pool dewy crocodile tears along his eyes to make you feel bad. Nosing your neck and licking sloppy lines up your jaw, nipping your skin till you relent.

Hearing how he practically barks in excitement, “thank you, thank you- I’ll make you feel so good,” he groans, flipping you on your tummy and ripping off your panties. Fingers spreading your slick folds and drooling over the curve of your ass like you’re fucking dessert.

Pushes his cock into you till he’s flushed against your smooth backside. Shuddering and panting as he mounts you. He sighs happily when he finally starts to push in, your legs spreading and cunt quivering while he stretches you. Ignores your shaky whines that he’s too big, that he’s stretching you out and making you full. “You feel so good, s’like heaven.” He flashes his teeth as ruts his hips against your ass. Balls smacking your clit and making you yelp around him.

Fluffy tail brushing against your calve as he greedily fucks your sloppy pussy. Pulling up your hips up to meet his cock so he can hump your cunt. Hands pushing you into an arch, thumbs digging into your skin. Gorou loves how you feel around him, silken walls pulping around his cock and squeezing his tip when he pushes too far. Drool leaks from his chin and drips over your back.

A creamy white halo formed over his length and making sick kissing sounds each time he slams home, can only focus on pounding you into the sheets. He doesn’t even realize how big he is, how he’s brushing against your cervix and rearranging your guts. “G-gonna, gonna fill you up, make you feel me,” he babbles and you clamp around him.

So entranced with your squelching cunt and the way you moan his name. He’s so pent up from months of being away he can’t help but pound into you, small growls leaving his throat and he leans over to bite your shoulder. Your slick smearing against his hips as he pumps you full of his cum, hips not even stuttering or finishing. In fact, he starts right back up again.

Gorou is just so needy be can’t help but be rough with you <3

I mourneth not f'r thee! Pt.3

Yandere Diluc

Tw: angst, self-hate.

Note: not proofread.

Wc : 1k

Previous

Drowning in guilt and sorrow, Jean tentatively left her office to walk through the gently lit streets. Steps hesitant and face frowning, Jean's gloved hands touched Angel's Share's wooden door. Being near it hurt; being close to where Diluc often spent his time and knowing that she'd be miles away from her hurt; being able to hear your sweet voice speaking so casually to people burnt her heart with pain; being so, so close to being able to see you, feel you and admire you, yet unable to do so hurt her too.

She hadn't expected to feel such ways towards you, but you were so sweet, so considerate to everyone. You were the soft breeze of gratefulness and kindness.

With shaky movements, Jean pushed open the door and was greeted by the warm, bubbly atmosphere of the tavern and your bright smile that greeted her through the mass.

How could you still smile so gently to her after the pain she caused you? It felt wrong, yet right in many ways.

"Jean!" you waved at her, warmly welcoming her to the tavern. "Please come in, I'll serve you right away. "

Jean pursed her lips, hesitant to approach you after she coldly rejected your candidacy, but she thought that she should probably listen to whatever you wanted, it'd alleviate her regret by a smidgen. Sitting on the designated seat, her shaky hands laid on her thighs as she watched you mix a few substances that confused her. Jean hadn't said a single word since she walked in, neither a greeting nor an order, but you worked like you knew what she wanted. Her eyes watched your elegant movements, passing and shuffling drinks to make this cocktail Jean hadn't seen - maybe it wasn't even a cocktail, it could be juice.

With nimble hands, you poured the content into a glass cup and added a straw. You wore an excited smile, eyes wide expecting her to taste the condition you made and tell you her opinion on it.

Your smile, as brilliant as it first was, urged Jean to place the straw between her pink lips and drink the mix. She didn't know what to expect from it, once a rainbow-like drink turned to a calming colour, her eyes were clouded with hesitance and fingers twitching nervously. With the first gulp, she realized how the drink washed away all her doubt and fear, it was a soft, yet wild taste, it was sugary sweet - like tea - and it didn't have the lingering taste of alcohol. She turned to you, face displaying wonder and confusion, it made your smile widen.

"What drink is this?" she softly spoke, voice low and incredibly low.

"It's a mix of juice and calming tea," you started, picking up the metal cup you used to mix. "I know you like tea and mildly sweet drinks, you looked stressed and nervous, so I thought that I could whip you up something to relax. How is it? Do you like it?"

She glanced down at her hands, you knew she was stressed and still cared after the heartbreak she caused you. Your kindness and selflessness warmed her heart.

"I like it, it's perfect, thank you, (Name)."

She bowed her head, her heart was beating so fast that she thought it would leap out of her chest, palpating si strongly that she could feel the blood rush throughout her body; what was this strong feeling of happiness, something good and sweet. Her heart has beaten for someone other than Diluc; maybe it was a romantic feeling, or a platonic one, but all she knew and wanted, was to have this warmth.

Perhaps she doesn't deserve it, from what the burning hole behind her head showed, Diluc kept glaring at her from the moment she entered, watching her like a hawk.

Even if she didn't deserve it, a small part of her wanted to be selfish and demand this calmness and gentleness - she wanted what Diluc had.

She'd need to atone for her mistakes first, baby steps towards the warmth she just felt. You might forgive her faster than Diluc, you were more forgiving than him, whose eyes burned with unforgiving ambers.

"I must apologize, (Name). I- for what I did to you, I was being selfish- envious and acted out," she stammered, voice filled with remorse and regret. "It was unprofessional and vain of me- I'm sorry, I am. Could- could you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

Her heart pumped loudly in her ears, she waited for your answer. She didn't know how to apologize to you properly, she had made many to others on behalf of the knights, but never for herself. What if her apology wasn't direct enough? Or maybe it wasn't as soft or nicer as you expected? Or maybe-

"Pff-"

Stifled laughter brought her back from her deep thoughts.

"You worry too much, Jean," you started, the same grin on your face as you had since you greeted her. " I forgave you the night it happened, you don't have to worry so much. That's why I gave you the juice, for you to relax and here you are! Stressing on something so insignificantly small!"

You pouted, frowning at Jean with a childish face. It made Jean's eyes go wide and a blush crept up her cheeks; the dark glare directed at her face worsened, Diluc saw everything from the back of the tavern.

"I even told Diluc not to bother you! And do you know what he does the next day? He goes and does the exact opposite of what I told him not to! I'm sorry if he said or did anything offensive, he's just so blunt with his words. He can be mean sometimes, no? You don't have to lie, be honest, Diluc can be really mean sometimes!"

She listened to you rant about Diluc's 'mean' side, it was new, it was- it was refreshing. She liked it. Maybe if Jean visited more often, she'd get to see and feel this more often. Maybe she might just come by more often.

But Diluc didn't.

OF ALL THINGS, I BECAME A SEELIE!

Of all things, you became a seelie when you got isekai’d into your favourite game, Genshin Impact. You decide to make them fall for whatever charms you have left in hopes of being taken in as a pet to survive.

Aether & Dainsleif ver.

➸ Cyno, Al-Haitham, Nilou, Tighnari.

➸ Gender-neutral reader.

➸ Inspired by the manhwa Of All Things, I Became A Crow. Al-Haitham is a little mean here 😂

#CYNO

Cyno finds you buried in the sand when he went to the desert, having been drawn towards your burial spot by your frantic squeaks. When you got isekicked to Teyvat, you had the worst luck of running into a group of eremites who decided to bully you, but fortunately, Cyno happened to be nearby after you were trapped in your sandy coffin.

He isn’t sure what type of creature you are and decides to bring you to the Akademiya once you were dugged out. He’s surprised when you wiggle free from his hands and float up to rest on the spot between the ears of his headpiece, but he doesn’t say anything since you weren’t being difficult. Just as he’s about to step inside the Akademiya, he’s quickly stopped by Aether who then tells him that you’re a rare seelie.

It doesn’t take very long for Cyno to warm up to you. He thinks that you’re rather cute (but would never say it out loud) and would sometimes poke your squishy body out of curiosity. There was a time when he disturbed your sleep with his incessant poking, which earned him a tiny slap on his index finger.

Seeing the General Mahamatra with a downgraded version of the Traveler’s flying companion is certainly a sight in Sumeru City. You’d follow him everywhere, even when he’s apprehending a scholar for plagiarism or other academic violations. You act like an extra pair of eyes for Cyno, which he is grateful for; if the scholar tries anything funny, you’d instantly alert him. You eventually became Cyno’s unofficial partner, and he’d feel a little lonely if you’re not around to listen to his god awful jokes.

Cyno initially didn’t know that you don’t need to eat and has tried to feed you dried fruits and nuts on occasion, only to get uno reversed every time. Taking the seedless date from his palm, you proceed to push the fruit against his lips to silently tell him to eat it. He hesitantly opens his mouth as you shove it in, and he couldn’t stop the minuscule smile from surfacing when you rub against his cheek with an adorable squeak.

Whenever he has a meeting with an official, he lets you fly off on your own, knowing that you’ll come searching for him once you’ve done enough exploration for the day. His only concern is you running into Al-Haitham; he’s an Akademiya lunatic and Cyno doesn’t trust him at all. He’s not sure if you understand him, but he would always remind you to avoid Al-Haitham.

Later on, Cyno orders a mini version of his headpiece for you to wear so that the two of you could match. You don’t miss his soft smile as he carefully puts it on you and calls you his seelie Mahamatra.

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pantalone always made a habit of asking if you wanted anything from him before going about the rest of his day. 

opulence is his vice that you’re forced to consume alongside him — he won’t stop pestering until you give in. throughout his years, he’s witnessed many courtships, his main takeaway being that gifts are well-received. the thoughtfulness that goes into making these gifts so special in the first place… he’s never been able to grasp that element of it. hence why he grants you the privilege of dictating what you want. and it is a privilege. the destitute upbringing he had makes him sensitive to you freely rejecting what he would’ve killed to have. 

you don’t want to feed his fantasies, but that just won’t do; he may cling to his pride but you cannot. 

you must ask for savory meals prepared by the finest chefs or you will be fed gruel. if you do not explicitly request fine clothes fit for royalty you will be dressed in tattered fabric. everything that was ever your possession must be upgraded, so he may prove what you worked for pales in comparison to his own wealth. it’s a constant battle between preserving yourself or allowing him to mold you to his preference. 

every morning, he comes to part the veil hanging over your bed, waking you from a dreamless slumber. and just like every morning before that, the first question on his lips is as such: 

“what shall it be today? i do hope you’ve been giving it plenty of thought.” 

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 || 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when you get injured tighnari has no one to help him when he’s in heat, at first

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: tighnari x gn!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of being in heat/mating, masturbation, sex outdoors, handjob, oral (m!receiving), throat fucking, implied unprotected sex

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.9k+

𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄. sometimes at the expense of himself. you sometimes scolded the forest watcher for this habit but it was rare that he listened to you. this included the time you got injured while dealing with a withering zone.

luckily at the time other rangers had been with you so they were able to take you back so tighnari could tend to you. the other good news was that your wounds weren’t very serious. they would be healed with proper care but still, you were too hurt at the time to realize what time of year it was.

it just so happened that you had gotten sick around mating season. meaning that tighnari was in intense heat. normally at this time you’d give him some relief and take care of him but there was no way tighnari could ask you for help in the state you were in. so he suffered quietly.

sometimes he would be so pent up to the point where it was painful for him. naturally tighnari didn’t want you to worry so he’d finish giving you your medicine then snuck out while you were resting. with you sleeping in his bunk tighnari couldn’t satisfy himself there so he retreated to the woods.

going to a secret spot by a waterfall that only you and himself knew about, tighnari would pull out his aching cock. the only sound in the area would be water running, birds chirping, and tighnari’s breathy moans as he stroked his length. eventually he’d finish in his hand. unfortunately his balls would feel just as heavy as before. frustrated tighnari would have no choice but to clean himself in the river before returning back to you.

this routine continued until you finally got better. maybe it was because he was still concerned for you or perhaps he was embarrassed. whatever reason, tighnari hasn’t reminded you of his mating cycle. you had to find out by yourself after you followed tighnari out into the forest.

with your energy back you wanted to go for a walk with the forest watcher but he was nowhere to be found. when collei informed you that tighnari had gotten out you knew exactly where to go next. the place he always went to clear his head. it’s a good thing you went to find him too.

when you find him tighnari is struggling to cum. he doesn’t hear you approaching as he spits on his hand. his palm was starting to become too familiar. it wasn’t enough to relieve the tension anymore. poor tighnari needed more. thankfully for him you were there the oblige.

the moment you catch him you remember. initially you’re filled with guilt. the whole time he was caring for you tighnari was dealing with this on his own. the next emotion the overcomes you is annoyance with him.

startling him by appearing behind him, tighnari gasps when your hand replaces his and wraps around his girth. “you’re so stubborn” you whisper in his ear, making tighnari’s ears twitch. “you should have told me about this”.

his voice goes up an octave as tighnari responds. “you’re still recovering. i-i couldn’t trouble you” he stutters as you start flicking your wrists. fuck, your hand feels significantly better than his own. “i-i’m alright”.

“no you’re not” you retort, using your other hand to cup his balls. you’re taken aback by how much they weigh. “it hurts doesn’t it? you can be honest”.

tighnari hesitates but there’s really no denying it. his neediness overcomes his stubbornness in the end. eventually he’s nodding frantically in reply. “yes, please. h-help me through this heat. i’ll do anything”.

“you don’t have to repay me” you reassure. suddenly you let go of his cock, earning a whine from tighnari. promising that you’re not done with his, you move him to a nearby tree so he can lean against it. “you took care of me, let me take care of you” you hum, dropping to your knees.

the next thing tighnari knows you’re kissing his tip. you give his cute pink head a few kitten licks before your lips fully wrap around his cock. a hiss echoes from his mouth immediately. it’s drowned out by the waterfall to the rest of the jungle but you still hear it loud and clear. it makes you take him deep down your throat until you’re nearly choking.

your gagging rings in his pointy ears, making tighnari feel like he’s going even more wild. he holds back the feral side of him for as long as he can, letting you bob your head along his dick, but soon enough the animalistic urges take over. his mind becomes set on nothing but cumming. when his hips start to buck into your mouth there’s no stopping him.

you let him use your throat as if it’s his own personal fuck hole. how could you deny him when the moans he’s letting out are so beautifully pornographic? even with your eyes glossed over with tears you can still make out tighnari’s blushing face as he chases his orgasm.

his end approaches faster than either of you could have predicted. it’s a relief to your abused throat when his buts his load. you gulp it down like you’re dying of thirst, moaning at his salty taste. when tighnari pulls out of your mouth his breathing is erratic as he tries to collect himself.

“i-it still hurts” he confessed after a few minutes passed by. you’re not offended. it honestly doesn’t surprise you when he’s had no outlet for his uncontrollable desires. “want to take you back home” tighnari adds, fucking himself back into his pants before scooping you up. “need to fuck you properly. 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄”.

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Kinktober 01 - Kazuha + orgasm denial (afab reader)

Tw: pussy slapping, sex after break up, kazuha is still obsessed with reader

The way your body betrays you with just a simple touch from him is insulting.

You can't meet his eyes in embarrassment when he rips open your shirt. And, you loathe the way you can't keep your moans at bay when he starts playing with your tits using his tongue.

"Hurry," you plead, and he awards you a sharp bite in return which makes you flinch.

"Patience." Comes his calm reply. "or is it 'cause you are dying to feel my cock?"

Silence.

It makes you sick to the stomach that you still want him despite breaking up with him last week.

It was easy for him to coax you into his bed when you came over to his place to get your stuff.

It was easy for you to fall right into his arms.

You missed him so much yet this feels so wrong.

"We shouldn't b-be doing this." You sob into his neck, your body trembling as he continues pleasuring you.

He brings a hand to caress your head affectionately while his other hand is occupied with playing with your body.

You are seated on his lap and you can tell he's hard. Yet the expression on his face is unchanging. He simply watches your face contort in pleasure as he fingers you.

A lazy flick on your clit got you trembling in his arms. You can taste your sweet release, you are so close to coming undone and then suddenly it's gone.

"W-why?" You indignantly question him. You feel like crying when he smirks at your ruined face.

You are tempting. his eyes flicker to your trembling lips and wet eyes that are begging him to do something.

"What do you need me to do, baby? Tell me."

He watches your face turn shameful. When you don't answer him, he cups your tits, pinching your nipples meanly.

"You want me to touch you here?"

Letting go of your poor breasts, he lands a harsh slap right on your pussy making you sob, before slipping his fingers inside.

"You want me here, hmm? You gotta tell me."

You feel him grinding his dick against your ass. He smirks when you twitch in anticipation.

"Or.... you want my cock?" Comes his filthy suggestion.

You were reduced to tears by the time he puts his cock inside you.

Licking his lips, he watches your hips raise up to meet his thrusts. The wet sounds your pussy makes got his head spinning.

He can tell you are close by the way your hips shake and your breath hitch. And then he stops. Once again, depriving you of your sweet release.

"Nononononono... 'zuha please." This has to be a joke. Kazuha was never mean to you in bed.

"Maybe, i should keep you like this, forever." He mumbles, his eyes half lidded. "Always needing my touch and make you beg for it"

He wipes your tears with his thumb carefully. Ignoring the little punches on his chest, he presses a kiss on your forehead.

"Maybe then you won't leave me again."

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In the middle of the storm

Summary: A storm, a hard landing, an unexpected company and many feelings exposed.

A/N: English is not my first language. Sorry for mistakes. Valyrian isn't my language either. Just a detail, although the events of Storm's End happened here in this story, Lucerys is still alive. Because I want it to be and period hahaha have fun!!

Warnings: nsfw, f!reader, reader is a year older than jacaerys, velaryon/strong reader, sex, targcest, aemond very possessive, pet names, dirty talk, some soft feelings ❤️🥰

"Lykirī, ñuhys raqiros." (Calm down, my friend.) You whispered to your dragon, feeling Merax's annoyed snore shake your body gently. An amused laugh leaves your lips as Merax struggles to do as you've asked. You've been gliding beneath the clouds for a while now, the vastness of the night sky your only company. But Merax felt something, he could see and feel much better than you the clouds getting thick and thunder rumbling in the distance, he smelled a strong storm approaching and he was getting agitated trying to somehow warn you about it.

The two of you were coming from a visit to the Riverlands, looking for allies for the Black's. You came back with good news, which was very rare these days. Your spirit was positively uplifted. After many disappointments, finally some good news to give you some hope. You had the support of a great house now, with resources and numbers that would certainly make a difference in the face of a possible clash.

As your brother Jacaerys had said, dragons were decidedly more convincing than ravens sending messages. Merax, with all his size and sturdiness, made a pretty obvious point in his silent threat that things wouldn't end well if the answer was no. And besides, of course you were prepared to offer your own hand in marriage as an offer of alliance, as ridiculous and oppressive as that sounded to you. But a war was about to break out, you couldn't afford to believe that sacrifices weren't necessary. You were willing to do that, if it meant the Lord of Riverrun's support. You'd sell yourself like cattle if you had to, willing to do anything to ensure your mother's victory. His acceptance was all the motivation the other Lords of the Riverlands needed to also swear their loyalty to Queen Rhaenyra again, as they had done years ago when the then King Viserys Targaryen named her his rightful heir.

Yes, you were engaged now, but it could be worse. Your fiancé wasn't nasty as you knew many were. Indeed, Lord Tully was a good-looking young man; tall, auburn hair, beautiful blue eyes. He also had status as a well-recognized house and a great education. And he had treated you very well during the short time you were in Riverrun for the negotiations.

It wasn't the wedding you had dreamed of for yourself. But it could be much worse, you knew.

You felt the wind abruptly getting stronger at the same time as raindrops began to fall hard on your face, pulling you out of your thoughts. Merax growled and shook off his head. You knew your dragon well enough to know he was upset that you hadn't heeded his warnings sooner. "Ziry iksos separ daomikydoso, Merax. Īlon jahor sagon sȳz." (It's just rain, Merax. We'll be fine.) You said at the same time that lightning whizzed right next to both of you, making you jump in fright. Merax roared louder, shaking his black scales in annoyance.

Merax was very protective of you. From the first flight, both formed a strong bond that surprised many. Merax was a full-grown dragon, strong and terrifying. He was not afraid of rain and lightning, not least because there was nothing to fear, since he himself was a force of nature. But he wanted to protect you, he knew you were different from him obviously. Even if Targaryen blood ran through your veins and made you tougher than others, you were still human. And therefore susceptible to disease and disaster which, for a dragon like Merax, wouldn't be a problem. Whenever you both flew in conditions similar to this, he would get irritated and annoyed. You knew he would fly home in that angry, mumbling state. And there was still a long way to go to Dragonstone, you thought with a snort, it would be an irritating journey.

"Nyke tepagon bē, ao uēpa zaldrizes!" (I give up, you old dragon!) Merax seemed to be pleased with your giving up, though he growled at the nickname. You laughed feeling your hair stick to your rain-soaked face. "Ivestragī's jikagon ilagon, Merax!" (To the ground, Merax!) He wasted no time and obeyed you, shrinking his gigantic wings as he descended fast. You spread your arms, trusting the straps around your body so you could enjoy the freezing rain hitting your face harder on the way down, the strength of the wind against you making you let out an excited yelp knowing no one but Merax could hear. It's been a long time since you felt like this, so free. The obligations and pressures of a war knocking at your doors left everyone tense and with no time for fun. But, heavens, you missed it.

Merax spread its wings again as you both neared the ground, and you turned your attention to where you were going. The rain was very heavy, as was the fog, but when you finally managed to see the ground, you realized that you were under a field of crops. Merax continued gliding along the ground for a while until he reached an area with a large lake, some rocks and mountains around it. His huge paws touched the muddy ground once, twice, three times until he finally dug his claws into the ground to stop. You looked around for where you could take shelter and saw that farther away was a ramshackle shack, clearly abandoned. But it had a semi-decent roof, which would serve to quell the storm until it was safe to fly again. At first you were irritated at the thought of stopping the trip for a silly drizzle, but with the gale shaking your body on top of Merax, the torrential rain that was falling now and the thunder and lightning bursting in your ears louder and louder, you agreed to yourself - with a frown on your face - that Merax was right.

But your dragon wasn't relaxed like you thought he would be when you decided to give in and do his bidding. He looked even more tense now, in fact. Wings outstretched, slightly crouched posture and sharp teeth bared in a menacing snarl as he stared up at the sky. He was ready to fight. But what was it here that posed a threat to a terrifying dragon like Merax?

You could barely see a hand in front of you with the rain pouring down the way it was, but even so you brushed your soaked hair out of your eyes and tried very hard to see what threatened Merax.

At first you didn't notice anything. The only sounds you could hear were the rain falling in full force and Merax's growl below your body. But then a familiar roar sounded above your head, a fierce roar that had you straightening your body in Merax's cell, alert.

Vhagar.

You knew it was her, having heard that roar again before. After your aunt's funeral, after your uncle, Aemond, to claim Vhagar and lose his eye for it. You heard her roar when her rider was wounded, and you never forgot it. It was the same roar as now. And if Vhagar was here, so was Aemond. You haven't seen him since the family dinner fiasco where he humiliated you and your brothers. You had nothing against Aemond, in fact you had defended him when you both were children and your brothers along with his brother made cruel jokes with him. But clearly his uncle was no longer the boy he was before, the intentions of his heart being completely unknown to you at this point. Lucerys recounted a cruel pursuit when he was at Storm's End seeking the support of Lord Borros Baratheon. Thank the gods your brother had managed to escape along with Arrax, but it had been close.

You didn't know what Aemond wanted, or even what he was capable of, and even though neither the Blacks nor the Greens had made a violent move against each other yet, you couldn't help but puff your chest out in preparation. What if Aemond decided to do to you what he did to Lucerys? A cruel and malicious pursuit. Merax was a full-grown dragon, much older than you, perhaps he had even battled another dragon before. You couldn't tell. He hadn't had a fitter for many years before you claimed him for yourself. Until then he was considered a wild dragon, without an owner. But anyway since you became his rider, the two of you hadn't fought another dragon directly before. Much less one of Vhagar's size and experience. You knew that in strength you both wouldn't win, as Merax was smaller than her. But maybe if you kept your cool and a objective strategy, you could escape just like Arrax and Lucerys.

How the hell did Aemond know you were here? You didn't even know you'd be here!

Through the haze of the heavy curtain of rain Vhagar crossed above you, much closer this time. Merax roared aloud in defiance and turned his large body to match her movements.

"Lykirī, Merax." You said in a firm tone, trying to calm your dragon who was starting to act on instinct in the face of the possible threat. You knew you couldn't ask him to fly now, the weather wouldn't favor you. You had no option but to wait for Aemond and Vhagar's first move and then act accordingly.

With a loud thud that shook the earth below you, Vhagar landed. Her giant body oozing rivers of water as she shook her head and her wings with a roar. Merax was restless, not knowing exactly what that meant, but deducing that he was hostile. His paws propelled him forward instinctively, though you again said "Lykirī". But he ignored your request - for the first time - and continued on his way to Vhagar, growling and spreading his wings in defiance.

This was too bad.

Aemond's blond head popped out from behind Vhagar's neck and you could see that he was holding tightly to the ropes that connected her body, pulling on them as he shouted a "Dohaerās, Vhagar". He was trying to control her. So he didn't want to fight. It was just two dragons acting on instinct.

This spurred you to action and before Merax approached Vhagar to the point of no return you also firmly gripped the ropes near the cell, lifting your body a little to gain momentum and shouted as sternly as you could: "DOHAERĀS, MERAX!" He hesitated, wanting to continue walking, but confused by your determination to deny him that. "KELĪTĪS!" You ordered him to a stop with a strong tug on the ropes. Your resolve being tested by the dragon, you knew.

Obviously annoyed and still angry, Merax roared but stopped his advance towards the other dragon. Aemond also having succeeded in taming Vhagar, looked at you soaked in his cell.

"But what the hell do you think you're doing, Aemond? You know you shouldn't approach a full-grown dragon like that! Are you wanting to start the war today?!" You shouted from above Merax to Aemond, trying to control your heart that was beating desperately at the possibility of a fight between the two dragons.

Aemond didn't answer you, instead descending from Vhagar with all the mastery and grace that only a Prince and Rider of his level would have. Even if though he looked like a drowned cat. You watched him turn his back on you and walk across the muddy earth towards the run-down shack.

You stared at him open-mouthed, not understanding anything about this situation.

"Are you going to keep screaming like an animal at slaughter or are you going to seek shelter from this storm, niece?" He spoke loudly over the noise of the rain without stopping his walk. Merax seriously torn between facing Vhagar to the death or facing Aemond, fearful he might offer you harm.

"Nyke'll sagon sȳz, nyke kivio. Sagon sȳz naejot se gevie riñnykeā toliot konīr." (I'll be fine, I promise. Be kind to the beautiful Lady over there.) You said fondly, nodding in Vhagar's direction as you smoothed Merax's hard scales. Somehow Vhagar heard your words and growled at you. You widened your eyes and left as quickly as possible, almost running towards the shack. Far be it from you to want to be the target of Grandma Vhagar's wrath.

You entered the house, which had no door or window, both broken into and decaying on the floor. Large piles of hay scattered across the decrepit floor. Streams of rainwater seeping through the wood of the ceiling and the corners of the walls to the floor. It was all crap. But it kept most of the rain outside, and that in itself was a mercy.

Aemond stood by the broken window, no longer wearing his heavy black coat and leather shirt, wearing only a long-sleeved shirt. Hands clasped behind him, posture perfectly upright looking at the gale outside, water still dripping from his hair and clothes. You stood there in the doorway, eyeing him suspiciously, the one-room house being too small to house all the strangeness that had formed around you both over the years. You didn't trust him. He insulted you more than once by calling you a bastard. He almost killed your brother. He was your rival.

"Are you going in or are you going to keep staring at me until the storm passes?" He grumbled without looking at you. Your bored voice unnerved you. You huffed and walked into the house. The sound of the wind on the boards making the house creak in a frightening way, as well as the flashes of lightning.

You walked in circles around the room, feeling soaked to the bone and shivering. Your boots soaked in water, your thick shirt half red and half black weighing your body so wet and your riding pants clinging to your skin in an irritating way, as well as the gloves on your hands.

You were smart, you'd read enough books to know that keeping your clothes wet on your body in this cold weather wasn't going to end well for you. Chills disease being, in most cases, fatal for those who catch it. And it all starts with a cold. You were one step away from entering a war, you couldn't afford to die from a damn cold.

You knew what to do.

But where could you muster the courage to take off your clothes while standing right in front of your slightly psychotic-leaning uncle?

You stood there debating the options, whether it would be better to work up the courage to do what you knew needed to be done or whether it was better to risk catching a disease and dying, when Aemond turned to you.

"I can hear your teeth chattering even over the roar of the storm, child." He said with a cocky smile, not unclasping his hands behind his body.

Child? You two were almost the same age!

"As if you weren't freezing after that storm too, you idiot!" You screamed, offended and embarrassed, trying to control your jaw quivering in the cold.

He just shrugged.

You felt your body shivering more and more, the cold of your clothes getting deeper into your skin as time passed.

"Take it off." he said, suddenly impatient, taking you by surprise.

"N-no!" You responded too quickly to be considered natural. Yes, you knew it had to be done. But hearing the command from his mouth made you irritated and embarrassed.

Aemond sighed, as if the whole situation was beyond him, as if he didn't deserve to be here with you.

"Come on girl. You and I both know it needs to be done. Let's get this over with." He grumbled walking towards you, as if he was going to take off your clothes himself. Your eyes widened like plates and your cheeks heated up when you realized that.

"I do it alone!" Your desperate words left your lips before he could get any closer.

Gathering courage, you undid the click of the chain that held your sodden cloak around your neck, hanging the fabric over one of the many old boards propped up against the wall. Then you bent down and removed your boots and gloves. Never once did you dare lift your eyes to Aemond, or else you would lose your nerve. Being in his presence for some reason made your heart race and your body tingle in a way it shouldn't have. Your fingers were shaking — you told yourself it was just the cold — as you unbuttoned the long-sleeved shirt, slowly pulling it off his shoulders.

God, why was he still standing right there watching everything?

And more importantly, why weren't you yelling at him about it?

You were feeling overwhelmed with emotions, none of which you should be feeling.

With a final sigh you finished pulling the heavy shirt over your arms, and without stopping to think too much, you pulled your pants down too, leaving only a thin, loose shirt that reached mid-thigh. Your arms instantly crossed in front of your breasts as you remembered that the shirt was also wet and therefore transparent. You wouldn't take that shirt off, even if it meant your death. But stark naked in front of Aemond you wouldn't be. In your peripheral vision you noticed him shifting from one foot to the other, looking impatient. You could have sworn you saw him reach out, but he quickly forced her back behind the body.

You didn't have time to think about the bizarre strangeness of the situation, as he quickly turned around and picked up a pile of hay, placing it in the center of the room, gathering some sticks and rubbing them together trying to generate a spark . Understanding what he was going to do, you felt yourself relax a little, the thought of warming up a bit being very welcome at this point. Targaryen blood or not, the cold was more than you could bear.

Soon you found yourself watching with totally unexpected fascination the mesmerizing way in which Aemond's large hands - thickly veined, you couldn't help noticing - twirled the sticks deftly over the dry hay. The way he gently blew to help sparks turn to flame. The way he seemed to do it easily, as if he'd done it a thousand times before. He gave you a tranquility and control of the situation that left you not knowing what to think.

A flame finally appeared among the hay and Aemond quickly surrounded it with the palm of his hand to keep the wind from blowing it out. He gathered more hay until that flame was higher, then put some sticks and wood chips he found on the ground to make the flame last longer.

You standing around the whole time watching in awe.

When the fire was strong enough to sustain itself, Aemond stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. Just like that.

You haven't had the time or mental preparation to see Aemond's sculpted chest and muscled abs to perfection. His skin glistened with the wetness of the rain against the fire's flames, creating a mesmerizing shadow. White hair clinging to shoulders and chest. He bent down to take off his boots - by divine mercy he left his pants in place - then stood up and turned his back on you. You gasped when you realized he was taking off his eye patch. He gathered his long hair in his hands and wrung out any excess water. Then he put the eye patch back in place and turned to you again.

Still not speaking, he sat down against the wall, facing the fire. You didn't know what to do, the roar of the storm still loud outside preventing you from leaving, but the awkwardness of being practically naked with Aemond in this abandoned cabin also didn't let you relax.

You should have stayed one more day in Riverrun.

"Sit down before you freeze in that position, niece." Aemond grunted, leaning his head against the wall and closing his violet eye. "Come here by my side and warm up." His words could have been interpreted as concern for you if he hadn't said it so bored. But he was right, you would really end up freezing like that. With your arms still covering your breasts, you moved closer until you crouched down and sat next to him, keeping a safe distance of course.

You stood there in total silence for a long time, long enough for you to feel your hair starting to dry. He still has his eyes closed - maybe even sleeping - and you're staring at the flames slowly consuming the pieces of wood. You had the urge to go see Merax many times during this period, but you held back. He was a full-grown dragon, he knew his way around much better than you.

Hearing the creaking of wood between the flames you glanced sideways at your unwanted companion, watching the adam's apple rise and fall slowly as he swallowed once, his hair a bit disheveled now as it began to dry without the aid of a brush, his arms supported on both bent knees. Oh, the defined muscles of his arms, firm forearms with prominent veins.

You really needed to go.

Unbeknownst to you, Aemond would also stare at you when you weren't paying attention, watching the way you hugged your knees to your chest, the way you rested your head on them as you stared into the flames. Your half-dry hair rebels around your face, your eyes reflecting the fire's flames, your smooth skin flushed...

There was a tension between the two of you, and that tension increased with every second you were trapped in this cabin.

You turned your head again to look at him, but this time you found him with his eye open, already looking at you. The shock of seeing his violet eye glowing with the firelight was so great that you sighed and couldn't take your eyes off it.

"What were you doing in the Riverlands?" He asked slowly, not taking his eye off yours.

You knew this moment would come. Two rivals trapped under the same roof without trying to get information from each other? It was impossible to remain like this for long.

"You know very well what I went to do, uncle." You said lifting your chin in defiance.

"Hmm." He said still very calm, looking you up and down, making you feel uneasy. "I was planning to pay a visit to the Riverlands myself soon." His voice sounded superb, as if he knew he had more to offer than you. It irritated you.

"I find it difficult for Lord Tully to consider a better offer than marrying his eldest son to a Targaryen, his grandchildren will have dragons and his son will be King consort once I am Queen, as I am in the line of succession to the Iron Throne." You said it loud and clear, daring him to retort.

In fact you never boasted about being in the line of succession to the throne. You were, unfortunately, a year older than Jacaerys, being your mother's rightful heir and therefore next in line. But unlike your brother, you didn't want to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. You never made a point of reminding anyone of that. But the pleasure of finally getting a thrill out of Aemond, seeing his pupil dilate at your words and his jaw tense, made it worth using your ace up your sleeve.

"Are you engaged to the Tully boy?" He repeated his words slowly, as if he was struggling to keep calm.

You didn't think that would be the part he would fixate on. The question of who would sit on the Iron Throne was the point you imagined your two discussion would focus on.

"First of all, he's not a boy. Lord Edward Tully is a man. And yes, I'm engaged to him. Not that it concerns you, dear uncle." You said the last part muttering, turning your attention to the flames of the bonfire.

"You're fighting to be the fucking Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and you intend to have a scum of Tully for a husband? Is that serious?!" He looked angry, his words carrying a weight that left you shivering and alert.

"What does it matter to you who will be my husband, Aemond?" You said standing up, which he responded by standing up too. His height intimidated you, but you would never let him see it. "This is war, in case you haven't noticed! We need allies. I know even you understand that, since your visit to Storm's End wasn't just to offer pompous words to Lord Borros, or to threaten my brother in a stupid pursuit, I suppose." In your rage you forgot the indecency of your clothes and dropped your hands in front of your body, only realizing it when Aemond lowered his heated gaze to your breasts.

You tried to cross your arms again, but he was faster. Aemond took you by the arm and shoved you hard into the wall, your head banging uncomfortably on the weathered wood. But you didn't have time to think about that because Aemond's tall, hot body was soon on top of yours, pinning you down. The heat of his bare chest against you, one of his hands resting on the wall beside your face, the other cupping your chin. His face coming too close to yours, too close.

You feared what he would do to you now. You were at a disadvantage here, your dagger still stuck in your pants, now drying away from you. Your recklessness in letting your guard down near the enemy could cost you dearly.

His chest pressed your body even closer to the wall, the two of you so close it would be hard for even a hair to get between you. His mouth went to your ear, his hand still gripping your jaw tightly.

"You're shaking so much, princess." He said slowly against the sensitive skin of your ear, the soft brush of his lips and hot breath sending an intense shiver through your body. You had no answer to his statement. "humm" he let out an amused growl against your neck as he dragged his nose along your skin. "You know, a princess like you deserves better than a shitty marriage to a miserable lord." He said before licking your neck, making you sigh and instinctively recoil at the unexpected sensation. This was so wrong.

"I don't understand… Why do you care so much about this? Why now?" Your fragile voice leaving your throat as you felt him leave a mark on your skin. Your hands went to his shoulders, feeling his skin tight and warm. Your intention was to push him away from you, but Aemond chose that moment to push a knee between your legs, which made you cling to him instead of pushing. He forced you to spread your legs to accommodate his between yours. Even though you had every reason in the world to refuse, you found yourself leaving.

"You've always been a fierce little thing, haven't you? Always speaking your mind and chasing what you want." He lifted his head from your neck to stare at you, even as his knee pressed against the sensitive spot between your legs, the damp fabric of his pants rubbing against your most intimate area. "But not with me. You've always treated me well, even defending me when I needed to." He caressed your nose with his, thumb circling your cheek. "I will not let any lord take what was always rightfully mine." The last words whispered into your mouth before he pulled your into his.

You knew this was wrong, he was a threat to you and your family. He was arrogant and stubborn. Your brother had almost died because of him. He thought you were nothing but a bastard.

You knew all this. And yet, you found yourself responding to the kiss.

Aemond's slightly chapped lips touched yours with purpose, after all he wasn't one for subtlety. His mouth devoured yours hungrily, forcing you to part your lips for air, and at that moment his tongue invaded your mouth. You stood on tiptoe to facilitate the kiss, one hand holding his neck and the other going to the back of his head, where you grabbed some of the damp hair and tugged. The hoarse groan he released into your mouth electrified you, left you hungry for more. You could barely breathe, the way he licked your mouth, encouraging your tongue to dance with his, making you dizzy with need.

Heavens, the frustrated experience of kissing the baker's son definitely didn't compare to this.

Aemond's big hands went under your shirt, gripping your waist and forcing your body to rub against his leg, nearly making you straddle his thigh. You pulled away from the kiss and slammed your head against the wood behind you, closing your eyes and moaning as you felt your clit brush hard against the rough fabric of his pants. Almost to the point of hurting, but it only served to turn you on even more.

You ran your hands over his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles and watching him shiver as you dragged your nails across his abdomen. His forehead pressed against yours, his violet gaze never leaving yours as he breathed faster. Grinning mischievously you continued your hand down until you touched the big bulge inside his pants, closing your hand around it. Aemond growled into your lips as you gasped in surprise at the size of him.

He suddenly pushed his way between your bodies to unbutton his pants and pull his cock out, always looking at you. Grabbing your buttocks he pulled your body up until you wrapped your legs around him. You moaned loudly as you felt him drag his hard cock against your soaking pussy, up and down, dragging hot skin against your clit.

"I want to hear you moan my name, love. Say who's making you feel good." His voice was husky and slurred as he kissed your ear.

"A-Aemond..." You sighed, moaning each time you felt the hot head of his cock nudging your sensitive clit. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over your head, leaving your breasts visible to him.

"Look at this love, and you want me to accept that this is going to belong to another man?" He growled and lowered his head to lick your nipple, holding it in his mouth and swirling his tongue. You tried to move your hips faster, but Aemond had an iron grip on you, forcing you to accept what he gave.

"Aemond, please more…more…" You begged, tugging at the root of his hair, trying to get him to look at you. He released your breasts and looked at you, his violet iris being almost entirely dark with need.

"Look at this, love, look at our bodies together, where they belong…" He whispered, forcing you to look at where his cock rose and fell against your intimacy. "Fuck baby, you're so wet. It must be fucking heaven inside you." He growled without taking his eyes from the junction of your bodies, just like you. The eroticism of the situation making you cringe in need around nothing.

"But I won't." He said and you felt euphoric, desperate to think he would deny you that. "I'm not going to take your virginity in a ramshackle tent, baby. No, I'm going to fuck you for the first time in a bed, damn, how the spoiled fucking princess you are deserves to be fucked." He continued to rub his cock into you, making you clench your legs in anticipation of the coming orgasm, your moans getting louder. Your arousal was such that his cock slid easily between your folds. "So be a good girl and come on my cock right here, now, love." He said continuously slamming his cock into your clit, sending you straight into a spiral of pleasure. Your needy moan sounded loud in the cabin as your body shook, your pussy contracting rhythmically with nothing inside, your hands gripping Aemond's hair tightly.

He laughed breathlessly, ecstatic to see your fall and allowing himself to fall too. Thick, white cords of come painted the skin of your belly, running down to your pussy as he moaned hoarsely. Aemond smeared as much of his seed as he could on your body, the knowledge that you were going to go home with his dry cum under your clothes driving him crazy.

Your legs were still shaking as he sat on the floor with you still on his lap, your mouths meeting in a wet, slow kiss. Your bodies now wet with sweat instead of rainwater.

You leaned your forehead against his, trying to control your ragged breathing. Aemond kissing the contours of her jaw and neck with a caress you'd never expect from him.

The whole experience had been surreal for you. The fact that you'd been trapped in an abandoned cabin with your uncle, argued, and that argument had led to the two of you committing such a blatant act of obscenity, horrified you now. But at the same time you were ecstatic to have done the craziest thing of your life. You were always a rule breaker, there was no denying it.

But the war between the family was still going on, you knew. This interaction between the two of you could go nowhere.

"What are you thinking, princess?" Aemond saw your expression change, he knew you were trapped in your own emotions. His big hand cupped your face and pulled your lips down for a gentle kiss.

"That doesn't change a thing, Aemond. I'm still going to marry Edward Tully, I hope you know that." You said, trying to convince not him but yourself too.

Aemond frowned, his expression suddenly dark. But he soon masked it with a sly, wicked smile.

"That's what we'll see, niece."

・✶ ｡ﾟtighnari doesn’t think anything will come close to how you feel against him, but he’ll still try.

♱ warnings — female genitals mentioned but not present, pillow humping, very needy tighnari ꒰ fank yew rekha @21-06-1996 for making me think about this even more ily n ur brain !! ꒱

he’d grown used to having you around him so often, accustomed to your company and the feeling of your skin against his whenever he seeked. so why did it have to be you who was chosen to go pick mushrooms today, and why did you have to look so pretty as you left him with a kiss, one that left him wanting, yearning for more before he’s stalking to your room with a tight pout and clenched fists.

“gah—it’s, its s-so good.” tighnari whines from where he’s got your pillow pressing tight against him, his cock throbbing against the fabric with every desperate rut of his hips and he should be embarrassed with how needy he sounds, looks right now.

but then his tail shudders, ears twitching with the next languid grind against your pillow and as quickly as that thought comes, it’s gone when he bites down on his bottom lip — eyes fluttering closed in bliss because it even smells just like you.

“c-can’t—ughhhh..can’t stop.” tighnari’s voice cracks and he feels his cheeks burn even brighter when he hears the whispery, whimpery sound of his own words before his fingers are twisting in the fabric underneath him and he’s humping even faster. he feels mindless, in both brain and body and his skin feels too warm underneath the remaining fabric of his clothes before he’s burying himself deeper into your pillow.

he wonders what you’d say if you caught him like this, so weak and needy and he also wonders, hopes that maybe you’d help him out — let him take what he truly wants, and if he thinks hard enough he can imagine the soft fabric to be the saccharine squeeze of your tight walls around his cock.. no, you felt better.

tighnari nuzzles deeper into the fabric with the next twitch of his cock, it’s damp from where he’s been rutting into it — slick with pre-cum but it only makes his movements easier, faster and he doesn’t even realise the way he’s flushed to his chest and drooling along the other side, but his mind is too hazy with bliss and thoughts of your pussy around him to care as his tail swishes rapidly behind him.

“hnnn—it feels too good. ‘m gonna, i—“ he gasps, it’s sharp and breaks off into a whimper as the mattress squeaks under his needy humps, and he really is like a fucking animal right now, whining your name as he inhales your scent and wishes it was you taking the spread of his cock as his cheeks burn brighter.

“p-please..i’m—ah.” tighnari whimpers and gasps, inhaling sharp before he’s cutting himself off when his teeth sink into the plush pillow beneath him, and his cock throbs with the first too much shudder of pleasure as he cums — his hips stuttering before he’s soaking the fabric beneath him.

but his pace is still unrelenting despite the waves of bliss that course through him, primitive instincts making warmth burst along his thighs and shoulders with every thrust as he whines, long and needy around the pillow before he’s burying half-hormone drunken babbles into the plush mound and his eyes roll back.

tighnari only stops when he’s twitching and whimpering from overstimulation, his thick load smeared along his thighs and abdomen and his lungs feel like they tremble on each of his soft pants as he tries to catch his breath. his eyes are heavy and his bangs stick prettily along the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead and cheeks while his ears twitch, tail shuddering from the remnant of his tingling pleasure that still twist in his abdomen.

but then he blinks slowly and when he realises the mess he’s made along your pillow, a huff sounds from his swollen lips before he’s burying his pretty, cherry flush behind his palms and grumbling under his breath, his mind flickering back to you — like it ever left.

“ugh… i hope you remember the distinguishing differences between edible and poisonous mushrooms this time.”

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the long forgotten sensation of a little hand in your own