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Are requests still open and/or any interest in writing Durgetash pegging? 🖤

they are open. but I already filled this particular prompt before… 👀

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I’ll throw it under the cut for you 😇

Gortash led her to his bedroom, a smug grin on his face.

“Well done with Orin, friend”, he started, looking at the Dark Urge, or Duri as her friends called her, with respect. “We should celebrate.”

“Celebrate?” Her eyes wandered across the room: A bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a side table. Nothing of interest, nothing exciting. Certainly no drinks. “We’ve come to the wrong room, then.”

The Archduke chuckled, a low and confident sound. “You really don’t remember anything, do you?” He let his gaze fall over her body. The slow, vulgar gesture left little to her imagination of what he wanted her to recall.

Scoffing, she turned around, unwilling to entertain his antics, but he caught her by the wrist. “I could be good for you”, he murmured, “Help you remember.”

The way he pulled her body against his was practised and intimate, a motion he seemed to have done a hundred times prior, and something within her stirred in recognition. His arm wrapped around her waist, pressing against her lower back which arched into his touch instinctively, earning her a satisfied chuckle from Gortash. But she didn’t want this. Who did he think he was?

Anger flushed her cheeks red as she pushed him off of her.

“Stop this immediately”, she snarled, but his eyes twitched in anticipation.

“Still a brat”, he mocked her, strolling past her to a side table, opening a drawer wide so they could both see its contents exposed: A small bottle with a thick liquid, plugs, a phallus made of metal, different leather harnesses, a whip, clamps, and more toys Duri couldn’t immediately identify.

Turning towards her, Gortash licked his lips and smirked, holding up the metal phallus in his right hand. “You particularly loved taking that cock up your ass while I buried myself in your cunt. I’d be happy to remind you, dear.”

He actually was serious. A whole city on the brink of war with an increasingly rogue Elder Brain. A series of murders he did nothing to stop. And he wanted to fuck.

Sure.

Spite settled in her chest, making her feel warm and fuzzy. She’d stopped indulging in hate and cruelty, but spite? That she could do.

“You said you wanted us to be equals, did you not?”, she suddenly asked him. Gortash nodded. “Of course.”

Grinning, she took a step towards him and took the dildo from his hand, wrapping her hand around it suggestively, stroking it up and down while the Archduke watched her with piercing eyes.

“In that case”, she brought the phallus to her mouth and licked over the tip while holding eye contact with Gortash, “Why don’t you take this up your ass instead?”

He scoffed, laughed, then fell silent when she held his gaze, unfazed by his reaction.

“I did not think you would enjoy that”, he mumbled after another brief pause, sizing her up.

“Hearing you whimper?” She giggled. “I would enjoy that very much.”

His eyes darkened as he visibly struggled with himself until he eventually took a step back, arms clasped behind his back.

“Fine. Why not? Show me you can be my equal.” His tone was still cocky and smug, his head held high.

Motherfucker–

“No”, her voice cut sharply across the room. “ You show me that you can be my equal. On your knees. Now.”

A silent battle broke out between them, fought solely with their glares, but ultimately, Gortash relented, his mouth twitching upwards as he lowered himself to his knees.

Oh, this would be fun.

She walked over to him, taking leisurely, deliberate steps; the sound of her boots echoed through the room. When she stopped in front of him, she ran her fingers through his ridiculous hair.

“Who ever told you this haircut looks good?”, she asked, almost to herself, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Really?”

“Your shirt’s not laced up properly either”, she mumbled, now firmly set on putting him in his place. “But you think you can make demands of me?”

He bit his lip. “You… used to enjoy that”, he replied, the faintest hint of insecurity in his tone.

“Did I, now? Enjoy submitting to a rat of a man posing as a ruler?” She watched his eyes twitch angrily as he swallowed slowly.

“Yes.”

Laughing, she pushed his head away. “Cute.”

Kneeling in front of her now, Gortash seemed to be little more than a man begging to be fucked. He could posture all he wanted, Duri saw right through him. Underneath it all, he craved someone to tell him what to do. To lighten the burden. Intrigued, she came to a sudden conclusion: She’d be happy to.

“Go wash up”, was what she ordered him next, and his eyebrows shot up, forming a question.

“I just bathed–“

“Oh so you do have a bath! Great. Now leave. And don’t come back until you’re sparkling clean.” She held his gaze, watching him fight with himself with interest. After a brief moment, he sighed, steadied himself on his legs, and left.

Duri used the time alone to stroll around his bedroom, opening random drawers and inspecting their contents. It wasn’t particularly interesting, besides a stack of correspondence that had her name on it, and a couple of notebooks full of sketches. Eventually she returned to the side table which had the toys, familiarizing herself with her options.

“Found something you like?”, Gortash interrupted her, standing naked in the doorframe, hair wet and slicked back. He was attractive, she had to admit, unsurprised she’d slept with him before her amnesia.

She let her gaze fall over his body, then nodded slowly. “Yes.”

His eyes burned their gaze onto hers in response, and she saw his cock was half-hard already, seemingly having grown from their short interaction. She wetted her lips, then stepped up to him.

“Come here”, she demanded, pointing towards the bed behind her, “And get down on all fours like the dog that you are.”

He rolled his eyes and moved, but when he passed her she reached between his legs, squeezing his balls so hard he yelped.

“No rolling your eyes”, she said strictly, and his breathing grew heavy as she rolled his sensitive parts between her fingers. “Understood?”

“Y-yes”, he cleared his throat, nodding, his eyes piercing hers again.

When she let go of him, his cock had gone fully erect, much to her delight. Seemed the lordling was more into this than he’d let on.

Gortash got down on all fours as she’d asked, and Duri took slow, leisurely steps around the bed, then crawled up on it next to him. She let her hands run over his exposed back, gently first, then more and more forcefully, before she started using her finger nails, scratching his skin in repeated, torturous motions. Sighing softly when a shiver rolled down his spine, she stopped and slapped his ass with her hand, chuckling.

“Are you sure this wasn’t exactly what you wanted?”, she teased him, leaving the bed briefly to grab some of the stuff from the drawer.

“Hardly”, he grunted, tone still annoyed.

“Hardly indeed”, she teased when she returned to the bed, reaching around his waist to stroke the full length of his cock. He was hard and broad in her hand, his tip wet with precum, and Gortash groaned when she started massaging him.

Duri stopped to open the small bottle with what she identified as lube, and when she drizzled it onto his ass, pulling his cheeks apart so it could drip down to his hole, he drew a sharp breath in.

Reaching back around him to stroke his length with one arm, she used her other hand to slowly spread the thick liquid onto his hole; gently kneading the surrounding area with her fingertips. While she hovered her index finger against his entrance, she let her other hand wander backwards to tend to his balls, rolling them in the palm of her hand like before, only more tenderly.

“Has someone ever fucked you like this?”, she asked, wondering how much he could take from her.

“It’s… been a while”, he declared hoarsely, and she wasn’t surprised. He seemed the dominant type, mostly, but that didn’t deter her. Quite the contrary, actually.

She started to work her finger into his entrance, and he gasped while his body adjusted, stretching to accommodate her with plenty of lube. Duri started stroking his cock again, and he let out a moan, so loud that it startled both of them.

“Hmmm”, she hummed with satisfaction, “Taking it well, so far.”

Gortash groaned at the praise, and when she started to add a second finger his hips yanked forwards, then backwards, erratic movements purely driven by need, his muscles clenching tightly around her.

Sliding the fingers in and out again until she could fit them in wholly up to her knuckles, she heard him grunt, then sigh, then moan.

“Good little tyrant”, she whispered, voice sultry and low, and she could see he grabbed the bedsheets with his fists. “Stay just like that.”

Duri pulled out of him, took off her clothes quickly, and used one of the harnesses to attach the metal phallus to herself. It was quite the intricately crafted cock, and as she used her hand to spread lube on it, she realized it was an exact copy of Gortash’s own dick.

“Taking your own cock up your ass”, she sighed, pushing the tip slightly against his entrance. “What a sight.”

He didn’t reply, but when she entered him, he let out the most delicious moan she’d ever heard.

“Fuck”, he grunted, breathing heavy and quickened, “You absolute bitch.”

Adding even more lube, Duri pulled out slowly, just to push back in again, slower and deeper this time. Underneath her, the Archduke groaned, goosebumps rolling down his spine all the way to his thighs. She gave him a slap on his ass.

“Bitch?”, she chuckled, noticing how her clit rubbed against the base of the phallus, sending heat down between her legs in steady motions. “I only see one bitch right now, and he’s on his knees in front of me.”

He cursed her, called her more names, but his body didn’t lie: His hips thrust back into her, greedy and aroused, and Duri felt herself climbing towards a luxurious high.

Picking up the pace, she started fucking him in earnest, pounding into his ass with passion, holding his hips in place with her hands. His moans turned into whimpers as he raced towards his climax, and when he was nothing more than unintelligible sounds, she reached around him to wrap her hand around his cock.

Gortash came with a wail, hips bucking violently. His seed shot onto the bed, some of it dripping onto her fingers, and his arms gave out as soon as she pulled out of him, letting himself fall down to the side.

Lying on his back, he gasped for air, forearm covering his eyes.

“Good job”, Duri complimented him, “You really did fuck yourself.”

At that, he chuckled, lowering his arm so he could look at her. He took her in, her breasts, her waist, her thighs, her arms stemmed to the sides of her hips. Licking his lips, he sighed.

“I’ve missed you–“

“But you aren’t done”, she interrupted him, undoing the harness and throwing it to the side. Raising his eyebrows, he shot her a questioning look.

“Oh?”

Duri crawled up to him, then sat down on his face.

“Get to work”, she commanded, and she’d barely finished the sentence when his mouth was already on her, tongue dipping between her folds, hands finding her thighs.

Fuck. They really must have fucked a lot – else she couldn’t explain how he knew exactly what got her going, what made her squirm, and moan, and mewl; all while she rode his face.

She was panting quickly, the way he laid there, eyes closed, mouth on her cunt, stirring at her core. More and more heat pooled between her legs, and when he dug his nails into her inner thighs, it drove her over the edge. She came, hips bucking into him, and she heard him breathe her in deeply, mouth slowly closing to plant a few last kisses between her sensitive thighs.

When she was done, she climbed off of him with shaky legs, then let herself fall into the covers.

“See”, Gortash started, “I told you I could be good–”

“Shut the fuck up”, she giggled, and his own laughter mixed with hers as they laid there.

“But yes”, she started after a pause, “Maybe we should celebrate more often.”

“As equals?” He chuckled.

Duri turned to face him, grinning. “Potentially.”

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The Gorsimp Chronicles – Chapter 14

Gortash x Tav | Explicit

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Fic is written in turns by @bloodlessbhaalbabe and me! Dividers indicate POV changes.

Tav looked over the weapons and settled on two daggers with different enchantments. They were incredibly light, with intricate carvings, the hilts made of soft leather. She asked an attendant to set them aside so she could have them delivered to their new house whenever they were ready to move in, then scooped up what she calculated she would need for a new wardrobe in gold, shoving it straight into the sack.

And then she added the same amount two more times, just for good measure. What if the prices were different here?

Last but not least she fumbled inside of her bag, looking for the one thing she wanted to keep safe herself. She didn’t have a lot of things, but this one she had managed to protect all this time, and storing it here until they had a home with proper security seemed like the best option.

“Can you… store this securely so the paper won’t stain?”, she asked the servant, who promptly nodded and left to tuck the invitation to Enver’s coronation safely away. It had been the first time they’d met. Of course she would keep it.

Once she was done she said goodbye to Enver to let him know she’d be on her way to shop now. Making the stop at Moonstone had been an excellent recommendation, because the amount of clothes she bought was too heavy to carry, even after the first boutique she visited. Tav bought new dresses, pants, shirts, and jackets; as well as underwear and shoes. She also bought a couple of pieces for Enver, knowing he would probably not do that himself. And then, at the last stop, she shopped for perfume and different ointments for her body, wanting to make sure she’d smell good and feel soft for him as much as possible. And for herself, in truth, too.

It was already late when she arrived at Moonstone, the servant having to take the portal to their room four times to set down everything she’d bought. Tav smiled nervously when she met Enver’s gaze. “I, uhm. Found a few things I liked.”

She hoped he wouldn’t be mad that she had spent so much, so she quickly changed the topic: “Have you found any houses you like?”

Enver watched patiently from the bed, wearing only his trousers, unlaced, sitting low on his hips as Tav waltz into the room with bags up her arms. Documents were surrounding him on the bed and he had stained ink on his fingers from the amount of writing and signing he had done today. He leaned over to look past Tav as the servant came in and out of the room to keep adding to the pile of items purchased. He raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. He didn’t know how much she had taken from his vault, he didn’t really care, but the amount of items that laid across the floor made him realize she indulged quite a bit. Good , he thought. He stood up from the bed, his trousers dipping down lower and pulled out a few gold coins for the servant and dismissed him.

He wrapped his arms around Tav’s waist and pulled her into a slow, needy kiss. “I hope you had fun today. Will you show off the things you purchased? Maybe try them on for me?”

He smirked and moved to kiss her cheek, then jaw, and then neck teasing her slightly before pulling away.

“I also have a few selections for you to choose from and we can visit them tomorrow. All of them will require some construction, but if they don’t suit your needs, I also have a quote on how much and how long it would take to build our own home,” he said guiding her over to the bed, and pulling her onto his lap as it was the only free space considering the amount of pages he had laid out with financial details, home ledgers, house information, and cost estimates. Enver pressed his lips against her shoulder blade as Tav browsed over the options.

Tav skimmed over the documents but already knew they were meaningless to her unless she actually saw the house. She made sure to read the most important facts nevertheless, appreciating the thoughts Enver had put into putting this all together. When she was done she scooped up all of the pages and put them away, having to lean over Enver’s body to grab everything and sort it all.

“Thank you”, she smiled after she was done and crooked her neck so she could kiss him. “I’m excited to see them tomorrow.”

She slid off the bed to put the documents onto a nearby table, making sure they were all in order, then turned to Enver.

“I bought some things for you as well, but you don’t have to try them on now, I can see that you’re a bit tired”, she said gently. “But I will indulge you by showing you… let’s say… three different things. I’ve bought almost everything from underwear to shoes to coats. So. Tell me what you want to see and I’ll put it on.”

Enver hummed in thought as he laid back in the bed and stretched before propping himself up on his elbows. “Oh to have me make a decision of what I want to see when all I desire is to just watch you try things on. Although, if it’s underwear, I’m not sure how long you’ll be wearing them.”

His eyes slowly dragged down her body and looked back up at her. His legs were spread just so that the outline of his half hard cock pressed against his pants. Sure, he was tired, but never too tired to not have his mind wander of all the things he could do with Tav. Tav glanced down in between his legs and bit her lip with a smile.

“Why don’t you put on a full outfit. Head to toe and slowly take off each layer for me so I get the full experience?” Enver suggested. “Sort of like the other night except I’m not expecting a choreographed dance with it. I just want to unwrap you like a present.”

Tav slowly shook her head with a grin. “An entire outfit with three things? That won’t work. But fine. For you.” She giggled and sprinted over to the different bags, pulling out shoes, underwear, a dress, tights, and a coat, then stumbled into the bath with her arms full of clothes to get ready. Quickly using the time to wash her face, Tav hoped that what she had pulled out in a hurry actually matched and looked good.

When she came out, she was wearing a long, dark blue coat that ended just in the middle of her calves, showing off her new leather boots. They reached up over her knees, but Enver couldn’t see that yet, because she’d tightened the coat around her waist, hiding her outfit underneath.

“So.” She strutted through the room, giggling with joy. “What do you think of my new coat?”

Enver’s face grinned as wide as Tav did. Her joy was infectious. He motioned for her to do a little spin and she did, ending it with a pose. Enver chuckled as she walked up to him. He placed his hands on the fabric, soft and thick, very high quality.

“Fantastic start, my love. This color suits you. Royal colors for my duchess,” he pulled at the ties at her waist. “I can’t see the entire boot though.” His other hand trailed up the smooth leather, brushing over the clasps.

“Oh that is intentional”, Tav teased him before letting the coat slip over her shoulders, hanging loosely for a moment before she took it off properly and draped it over a nearby chair.

Underneath the coat she was wearing a short dress that barely covered her ass, fit for a casual celebration in a slightly more expensive tavern, but leagues classier than what she’d worn the night before. It was made out of delicate black fabric, Tav had already forgotten what kind, and ended on her thigh just for onlookers to catch a glimpse of her tights underneath before the overknee boots began. If they were to go out and she was to wear this, she would probably skip the tights but she thought it would be fun for him to watch her take them off, so she had added them.

Tav pressed her body into Enver’s, batting her eyelashes while she raised her knee up to his waist, showing off the boots. “I wanted to have at least one option that said ‘fuck me’ without being confined to a brothel to wear it. What do you think?”

Enver couldn’t say anything at first the way the dress bounced just enough to give anyone a sneak peek of the bottom of her ass cheek as she walked away. He cocked his head to the side with his mouth open trying to get a better look, but then she turned around. Her breasts pushed against the fabric but the material ruched below causing anyone’s eyes to immediately be drawn to the moving pieces. His eyes trailed down to the full extension of the leather boots and he felt his cock twitch in his own pants, fully hard and pushing against his thigh and his own leather trousers.

Enver nodded in approval and huffed out an amazed chuckle. He smirked and slid his hands all the way up the leather boot, his fingers dug into her muscled thigh and he quickly pressed a kiss on the tight covered skin between her legs before looking up at Tav.

“If that’s what you want your outfit to say, then I must agree that I am hearing you loud and clear,” Enver said in a low voice, he licked his lips as though Tav was a savory meal he was about to consume. “You have excellent taste. You make me want to take you around town right now just to show you off.”

“Of course I have excellent taste”, Tav smirked, propping one of her boots up so Enver could undo its laces and help her take it off while she ran her fingers through his hair. He planted more kisses on her legs as he slid the boot off, and when he was done, Tav tilted his face up by his chin, smiling. “I have excellent taste because I’m with you.”

Not waiting for an answer she set her leg down and repeated the same motion on the other side, with Enver happily helping her with that side, too. Once the boots were gone she pulled the dress up and over her head, wriggling her way out of it. It wasn’t as smooth or sexy as she had imagined it and she started laughing halfway through, but managed to take it off without Enver’s help.

“Okay”, she breathed out when she was done, only in tights and panties – the dress hadn’t worked with a bra or a corset. “Last two items now. Maybe the most boring. I’m not sure anyone’s gonna see them except for you, so I’m extra sorry they’re not more… exciting.”

Enver scoffed at her remark ‘the most boring’. They’re nearly at his favorite part, having Tav completely naked. “Dear, there’s a reason I said I wanted to unwrap you like a gift. I believe you to be the most stunning woman I have ever seen no matter what you wear,” Enver grabbed at the waistband of the tights and slowly pulled them down her legs until they were on the floor and Tav could step out of them. “I love to see you dressed up. I love to feel different fabrics against your skin. But at the end of the day, you could be wearing old underwear with holes in them and I’d still be just as attracted to you then as I am now.”

Enver kissed Tav’s stomach and moved his face down to her underwear, nuzzling his face up against the fabric. He could see a damp spot already blooming on the underside indicating Tav’s arousal.

“Thank you for showing me a little bit of what you purchased today,” he said softly, his tongue sliding against the damp fabric and Tav spread her legs just a little to give him better access. Enver’s teeth pulled against the waistband of her panties pulling them down her ass and thighs. “Let’s take these off and I can help with this grand finale.”

Her breathing quickened when he pulled down her underwear with his teeth. Tav craved his touch so much already, and so far they’d barely touched except for a few chaste kisses on her legs.

“If you like the feeling of the fabric on my skin so much, you don’t always have to take everything off, you know?”, she teased him softly. “You can always just push them aside and fuck me while I’m still wearing them.” She grinned before pulling him into a kiss.

“I’ve missed you”, she sighed against his ear as her mouth trailed along his jawline, trying to kiss as many parts of him at once as she could. His arms wrapped instinctively around her, greedily grazing over her bare back and ass, and Tav let her body melt into his until they were flush against each other.

Tav indulged herself for a little while longer before she pulled back to look at his half-fastened pants hanging loosely on his hips, and chuckled. “But either way, you need to undress, too.”

“Well, I’ll keep that in mind for next time. I didn’t want to tear into your new pretty tights,” Enver leaned forward and scooped up Tav in his arms, pulling out a laugh as he spun her around and tossed her back onto the bed. He pushed his pants down his legs and was soon sliding up between her thighs. He pulled her down by her hips until she was flush up against his thighs.

“You’re really hands on today, Enver,” Tav said with a giggle.

“Yeah, I’m about to be,” he replied.

“So chees–” Tav was cut off as Enver slowly began to circle her clit, sliding in one finger, then quickly putting in two considering how wet she already was for him. She let out a small moan and let her head fall back, a small smile on her face. Enver curled his fingers upward and gently waggled them in a ‘come hither’ motion. His thumb danced over and around her swelling arousal.

“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of how wet you get for me, Tav,” his voice rumbled deep with desire. He could feel Tav tighten around his fingers. “Gonna come for me already?”

“S-shut up,” she stuttered, grabbing the bed sheets. Enver quickened his pace. Tav made a small croaking noise at the back of her throat and sucked in a shaky breath.

“I can feel how close you are. Don’t be shy all of a sudden,” he bit his lip watching the way her hips rocked into his fingers. He slid in a third and it was enough. Tav clamped down onto his fingers, releasing herself all over his hand and soaked down into the sheets.

“Gods,” he couldn’t say anything more. Enver lined himself up with Tav’s entrance and slid himself all the way in. Tav whimpered from the overstimulation and reached up to pull him against her with one hand in his hair and the other dragging deep red welts down his back. Enver groaned into her mouth as Tav pulled her teeth against his bottom lip. Their combined wet skin slapped together with each thrust. His balls gently tapped against her rear with each rut.

He pulled away from her lips to breath, panting heavily against her chest before moving down, mouthing at her breasts. He put one of her nipples into his mouth, biting it gently, and flicking it with his tongue.

Tav’s eyes rolled back from overwhelm and she rolled her hips into his, drawing out a teasing chuckle from him.

Oh?

She pushed him off of her, gently but firmly, and Enver looked at her in confusion with a brief flicker of fear mixed in. When he saw her sultry face however, he smirked.

“You’ve been generous to me today”, Tav said, pushing him down so he was flat on his back, “let me return the favor.” She climbed onto his lap and hovered above him, slowly dragging his tip through her folds until he groaned. Lining his cock up against her entrance she sank down on him in one swift motion before lifting herself up again, leaving just the tip in.

Enver cursed out under his breath and brought his hands to her waist, wanting to move her, speed her movements up, but she batted them away. “Greedy”, she scolded with a smile, then proceeded to repeat the teasing movements until he whimpered underneath her.

When she was satisfied with how desperate he looked and sounded, she bent forward and brought her hand around his throat. A smug grin spread across Enver’s face, like an unspoken understanding, and he started bucking his hips into her as she picked up the pace; her hand slowly tightening around his throat.

“I’m wet all the time when I’m around you”, she whispered, rutting into him, “Because I can’t forget the way you’re feeling inside of me.” Tav leaned down and bit gently into his neck, sucking so hard at his skin that Enver swallowed down a whimper. “The way you’re stretching me”, she added, sucking on a new spot, “the way your cock feels when you push in so deep that I can barely breathe.” To accentuate her meaning she lifted her waist up before lowering herself down on him again, taking him inch by inch in an excruciatingly slow pace.

Enver moaned against her palm and brought his hands to her ass, her waist, her thighs, grabbing at anything he could, trying to speed her up and get more friction. Tav knew he was holding himself back, trying to please her, which was exactly what she wanted. For him to gradually, but surely, lose his mind while she rode him until he begged.

“So the next time we’re out in public, and you’re looking at me”, she began anew, switching to the other side of his throat with her mouth while keeping the pressure on her hand, “I want you to know that I’m probably dripping – wet and ready and needy for you .”

Enver groaned, his eyes closing and opening again and again as he fought for self-control.

“And if you’re being a good boy”, she trailed her kisses up to his mouth, “I’ll open my legs for you and let you use me however you want until I’ve soaked every piece of this bed.” Tav’s mouth found his lips, kissing him deeply.

“Is that what you want?”, she asked, lifting her chest back up so she was sitting almost straight, thus changing the angle of how he was pushing into her. Enver nodded eagerly, opening his mouth, but she shook her head. “If it is, I want you to ask nicely for it. Beg.”

Enver was on the precipice of his release. Between Tav’s dirty talk and her tight walls slowly dragging it out of him he could barely form a proper sentence. He opened his mouth to speak, but Tav changed the angle and nothing but a groan came out, his eyes fluttered closed. His cock twitched only once, pre-come still spilling out of him.

Somehow, even after their arguments, the sex they’ve been having was insane. First they’re at each other’s throats and then one of them has their hand wrapped around the other’s throat. Like they’re almost always fighting for who will be in control. Both of them wanted to be so good for the other while also being very, very bad. Tav had Enver wrapped around her finger and she knew it.

He panted, tilting his head back when she firmly grasped his neck, pressing in on the sides, locking him in between her fingers and her thighs. Between each wheezy breath he could only think about how much he loved this. Loved her . Loved the feeling of her, being under her only able to do as she asked or demanded.

“Last chance, Enver. Beg.” Tav said, rolling her hips with a smirk.

“Oh gods, Tav. Please, please,” he finally begged as his fingers dug into her hips, “I want that. I need that… please . Make a mess out of me. Use me. ”

“That’s it”, Tav moaned, rolling her hips a little faster, “now be extra good for me and come.”

Enver’s eyes fluttered open, unwilling to do that without watching her find release first, but she leaned down and smiled.

“Please”, she added with a small plea, knowing exactly he wouldn’t be able to resist giving her what she wanted. “Let yourself go and come.”

Enver groaned and tightened his hold on her, then put up his feet so he had better grip against the mattress as he started to thrust into her in earnest. His pace was too quick for Tav to match, and she gasped out a small, surprised moan when his cock hit a particularly sensitive spot with more force than he’d used before. And then again. And again.

His rhythm was so fast that she couldn’t keep up, couldn’t match his thrusts, so she propped herself up on her hands and let him fuck her however he needed.

Enver’s entire world was just Tav and the way he could use her to bring him to peak. She’d said she wanted him to come, and he was more than happy to oblige. He’d barely started to pound into her when his balls tensed up, and he groaned out a loud “Gods, Tav” as he spilled himself in her.

Tav was panting heavily, sweat rolling down her temples, but she smirked knowing that they weren’t done yet. When he looked up at her with half-closed and fully content eyes, she kissed his forehead and lifted herself off of him; a mix of her juices and his seed slowly dripping out of her and onto his stomach.

“You asked so nicely to make a mess out of you”, she teased, crawling up so that her core hovered above his face. “I’m more than happy to oblige.”

Enver looked at her tired but eagerly, immediately understanding what she asked of him. His hands found her ass and pulled her down onto his mouth. There was no time wasted – he immediately got to work, lapping at her folds. He could taste her and himself on her, and knowing that he’d marked her body that way turned him on so much he groaned into her cunt. His tongue circled Tav’s clit the way he had found she enjoyed, all while she rolled her hips into his face, this time riding a different part of him.

Enver found that he barely had to do much at all once Tav took a seat on her rightful throne. He did all that he could to add pressure into the right spots, licking and sucking on her tender, and overstimulated clit. Tav’s fingers slid through Enver’s hair and pulled as she ground her hips into his face. He greedily shook his head back and forth trying to dig in deeper, move apart her folds so that there was nothing in the way between his mouth and her most sensitive spot.

“Enver,” she gasped, leaning forward with a pant. “Fuck, Enver.”

He hummed contentedly, feeling his spent dick twitch in pleasure practically suffocating under her, but he wanted her so badly he could handle the light headedness. Tav’s hips quickened their pace against his mouth and tongue. A slew of curses and moans fell out of Tav’s mouth.

“Gods, you’re good, Enver. You’re so good,” she whimpered before biting her lip. “Such a good boy.”

Enver was half hard again with her praise and the weight of her on his face. He moaned into her movements, vibrating against her clit.

“I’m close. Don’t stop,” Tav moaned and pressed down against his tongue as hard as she could. “ Fuck!” she squeaked out as she hit her climax, releasing herself into Enver’s mouth. He groaned underneath her and swallowed every spurt, lapping against her sensitive folds, as his own second orgasm hit him, untouched, dripping down his shaft, sliding down his balls and pooling on his lower belly. With all of the friction against his face he was lucky she wouldn’t be able to notice the blush that warmed his cheeks. He panted heavily against her wet cunt and leaned up to slide his tongue over and around her folds, causing her to shudder, and move away.

Tav crawled up next to him, nuzzling her head against his chest as they both breathed heavily. She saw the aftermath between his legs and raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. Instead, she propped herself up on her elbow and smiled at Enver, who had covered half his face with his forearm, blushing and out of breath.

“You’re amazing. I love you”, Tav sighed, leaning in to give him a short kiss on the lips before she got up. “And you deserve some rest, so I’m going to run you a bath.”

Enver made a small noise of protest and Tav chuckled, “Of course I’ll join you. But you wait here.”

She walked over to the large bath that featured a still ridiculously big tub, but not as large as the one in their room. Tav browsed the different mixtures that were available for guests to use, and settled on one that – according to the description – was supposed to help muscles relax and bathe away any lingering tensions, even bruises. Adding it to the hot water immediately spread a soothing fragrance through the entire room that reminded her of warm sand, sunbathing, and oranges.

When sufficient water had filled up the tub, she checked back in on Enver. He’d fallen asleep: snoring quietly he was lying almost identically to how she’d left him.

“Hey”, she gently kissed his forehead to wake him up, “Let’s get you cleaned up and you can sleep after, okay?”

Enver snorted awake, blinking hard, looking around the room. “I’m awake,” he lied.

“I didn’t say you weren’t,” Tav replied lightly with a smirk knowing he was about to quickly fall into a very deep sleep.

He sleepily took Tav’s hand and shuffled over to the tub. His and Tav’s come dripped down the skin on his chest and in between his legs. Enver stepped into the tub and immediately disappeared under the water to wet his hair and popped up with a relaxed ‘ah’. Tav shook her head and joined him shortly after.

Enver pulled Tav into his lap once he settled himself against the wall and sighed happily. He closed his eyes, resting his head against the side, and held Tav close just for a moment.

“You, uh… Have my permission to do that any time you please,” he said in a groggy voice from both being tired, but also from how much action his mouth got this evening. He smiled at the thought, replaying it in his head. “I like… it when you come. I like making you come. I meant it when I said you could make a mess out of me.”

He cleared his throat and absentmindedly stroked the skin on her thigh with his thumb. He’s usually the type to just take what he wanted, but he knew that if he wanted to get what he needed from Tav he’d have to be a little vulnerable once again. He swallowed and opened up his eyes to look at Tav who was giving him a shiteating grin. She already knew. Two nights in a row of putting on outfits and having mind blowing squirting orgasms – the second night in which Enver was so turned on he came without being touched. He wasn’t really hiding anything from her.

Tav was so smitten with him, she didn’t know what to do with herself. She knew, however, exactly what she wanted to do with him.

“The desk in your new office”, she said, sitting up to meet his gaze, a questioning look in his eyes. Tav started massaging his shoulder, his biceps, moving down to his forearm and hand. “The new kitchen, of course. The dining table, if it’s sturdy enough.” She smiled to herself, thinking about all the places they could fuck. “Oh, at, or… under the dining table, while we have guests.” She cocked her head to the side and moved so she could massage his other arm. “Maybe with guests?”

She chuckled, watching Enver process all of her suggestions. Tav knew she was being a bit unfair, he was exhausted and sleepy, while she felt completely hyper. “But I like it too. When you make me come. Even more though, when I make you come.”

Grabbing a sponge from the side of the tub, she gently cleaned him off under and above water, massaging him with the sponge while he leaned his head back and sighed. Tav let him relax there for a moment while she washed up herself, taking advantage of the fact that he was too tired to argue about taking care of her. Secretly, she loved this. Being able to treat him well, and spoil him, making him come without even touching him, seeing the happy little smile on his face. If necessary, she would die for him, on the spot. There was nothing she wouldn’t do or give for him. She hoped he knew that.

Once she was done she kissed him awake again, and he dried himself off, grumbling the entire time that he should be carrying her to bed while she drained the water from the tub and grabbed both of them some loose clothes to wear for the night.

They cuddled up in bed not long after, Enver’s head resting on her shoulder while she ran her fingers through his hair until his deep breaths came regularly. It wasn’t long until sleep pulled her under as well, and she drifted away with a smile on her lips, wondering how the hells she had gotten so lucky.

#gorsimp #enver gortash #tavtash #gortash x tav #this was so hot i can't believe we wrote that #but that's just me rereading old chapters every time we post them

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