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yuutx · 19 days

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑, 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 ! (𝒵𝐸𝒩𝐼𝒩 𝒩𝒜𝒪𝒴𝒜)

zenin naoya x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + unprotected sex / raw sex ﾉ size kink ﾉ breeding kink ﾉ multiple orgasms ( f ) ﾉ oral sex ( f receiving ) ﾉ fingering ﾉ choking ﾉ spanking ﾉ degrading kink ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ mdom + fsub ﾉ not proofread ! ૮꒰◌ .๑. ꒱ა

i dnt think 've ever spoken about how much i love naoya . . liek i kno most people hate him but 2 me he is just ? ! ? ! so irresistible 'n so perfect ? ! art credits go to the wonderful @/sso_s__ on twitter ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

Naoya's calloused hands traced your curves, the pads of his fingers leaving light touches across your skin. His breath tickled your neck, the warmth of his exhale making goosebumps rise across your body, tingling sensations rippling down your spine. "Naoya.." You breathed, your voice low and soft, a breathless sigh escaping your lips. His touch was gentle, almost feather-like, a stark contrast to the way his hands usually roamed your body. His fingertips were rough and dry, his palms calloused and coarse, but they felt good against you, the friction leaving trails of heat wherever they roamed. He knew where to touch you, what buttons to push, how to make you writhe in pleasure beneath him and beg for more. He was an expert when it came to your body, and he relished in the knowledge. He reveled in the fact that he could bring you to orgasm so quickly and easily. He adored the fact that he could make you scream his name and cry out for more. And, god, he loved the way you looked when you came undone. His fingers dug into the supple flesh of your hips, his mouth trailing up and down the column of your throat, his lips brushing over your pulse point, his teeth sinking into the skin. He sucked and nibbled on the area, the sounds of his ministrations echoing throughout the room. It was a symphony of lewd noises, the melody of his breathing mixing with the sound of your soft gasps and quiet moans. The music was a melody to his ears, a harmony of passion and lust, and it only served to fuel his desire. You could feel his erection pressed against you, the bulge throbbing and twitching, the outline of his cock clearly visible even through the fabric of his kimono. He was hard and eager, the tip of his member dripping with precum, his body hot and feverish.

His tongue licked a trail up the side of your neck, the muscle swirling around your earlobe, the sensation causing your back to arch, a loud moan slipping past your parted lips. "Fuckkkk.." He growled, his lips capturing your own, his teeth biting into the flesh, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth. The kiss was messy and wet, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, tasting every inch of you, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you firmly in place. His mouth left yours, his lips dragging across the line of your jaw, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear. "Mh.. wanna fill you up with my seed, doll.." He mumbled, his breath hot against your skin. He sucked on the skin behind your ear, his teeth nipping at the spot, his hands sliding up your sides, his nails digging into your ribs. "Wanna breed ya s' bad.. fuck.." His hands found their way under your shirt, his palms pressing against the flat planes of your stomach, his thumbs stroking the smooth skin. His fingers danced across your chest, teasing the mounds of flesh, pinching and pulling at the pert buds, the sensation making your head spin. His hands were all over you, groping and squeezing, his fingers tweaking and teasing, the sensations making your core burn, desire pooling between your legs.

"God, the way ya squirm is s' fucking sexy.." He purred, his tongue flicking over the shell of your ear, his breath tickling the sensitive flesh. His teeth tugged at your earlobe, his tongue darting across the cartilage, his hot breath fanning across your cheek. "Such a naughty little whore.. S' needy for me.." He cooed, his voice dripping with honey, his hands sliding down your stomach, his fingers ghosting across the surface of your skin. "Want me to fill ya up? Want me to breed ya like a bitch? Hm?" He hummed, his hands palming the mounds of flesh on your chest, his teeth sinking into the curve of your neck. "Yeahh, gonna stuff that hole.. pump ya full of my cum.." He breathed, his hips rutting against you, his length grinding against the fabric of his kimono, the friction driving him wild. "Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, baby girl? Bet you'd fucking love it." He growled, his hands roaming up and down your body, before scrunching up the material of your shirt, tugging it upwards. He pulled the article of clothing over your head. "Y'look so fucking beautiful like this, y'know? With yer tits hanging out, s' fuckin' delicious." He purred, finally deciding to shed his clothes. He untied the sash holding his kimono together, the garment quickly tossed to the floor, revealing his sculpted figure, the toned muscles rippling underneath his skin. Your eyes widened, taking in the sight, your core throbbing, a familiar ache forming in the pit of your stomach. You needed him. You needed him now.

He took notice of the way your pupils dilated, your gaze fixated on his toned abdomen. "See something ya like, doll?" He asked, his voice dripping with amusement, his cock twitching beneath his pants. He pulled the fabric down, his length springing free, the swollen tip slick with precum. You could feel his erection rubbing against your clothed core, the head brushing against your entrance. He pressed his palm against the apex of your thighs, the heel of his hand grinding against the damp fabric of your panties. "God, you're fuckin' soaked.." He grunted, his fingers sliding underneath the material, his digits pressing against your slick folds. "Bet you'd take my cock like a pro, huh?" He mused, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, the pad of his finger moving in small, teasing motions. "Mhm.. so wet.. so needy.. S' pathetic, really." He teased, his fingers parting your folds, the tip of his index finger circling the entrance of your hole. "You want this?" He asked, his voice husky and deep, the sound sending shivers down your spine. You nodded, a soft whimper leaving your lips. "Y-yes..please.." You breathed, the word leaving your mouth in a whisper, the syllables barely audible. "I'm sorry, doll, I can't hear ya.." He teased, his tone taunting, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "P-please, Naoya, I want it.. please.." You pleaded, your voice wavering slightly, the desperation evident in your tone. His expression changed, his eyes darkening, his lips curling into a smirk. "That's more like it, princess." He chuckled, his fingers thrusting inside you, the digits curling, his knuckles pressing against the top of your walls.

His movements were slow and steady, his rhythmic pace building up the pressure inside of you, your body aching with need. Your hips rocked against him, your body grinding against his, your folds sliding against his skin, the friction causing the muscles in his stomach to tense. His fingers moved deeper inside you, the digits hitting a certain spot within you, the sensation causing your back to arch. Your core pulsed and clenched around his fingers, a moan escaping your lips, the noise echoing through the room. His fingers curled inside of you, his digits curling and uncurling, the feeling making your eyes roll back. The tension within you grew, your muscles tensing, your nerves screaming for release. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was bringing you to the edge, pushing you closer and closer to the precipice, his movements never ceasing, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. Your breathing grew ragged, your chest heaving, the sound of your labored breaths filling the room. The coil in the pit of your stomach tightened, the pressure building, the sensation becoming overwhelming. "N-Naoya.. I-I'm close.." Your voice trembled, words barely able to leave your lips. "Yeah? You gonna cum for me, doll? Already? Must've been desperate." He cooed, the corners of his lips quirking up into a smirk, his tone teasing. You nodded, the movement making your vision blur. "C'mon, cum for me.." He ordered, his voice stern and firm, the authority in his tone causing a spark to shoot up your spine. He crooked his fingers inside you, the tips rubbing against the walls of your core, the pads of his digits brushing against your sweet spot. Your body tensed, your muscles seizing, the tension within you reaching its peak, the coil inside of you snapping. You came undone, your juices coating his fingers, your eyes rolling back, a loud moan tearing through the room. "Good girl.." He praised, a sudden loss of his fingers leaving you feeling empty. "Ya taste s' fucking delicious, doll.." He moaned, lapping up the juices on his skin. The sight made your core ache, your body still riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm. Your chest heaved, your body quivering, the feeling of ecstasy washing over you, the euphoria clouding your senses. "Mm, gotta give my favorite bitch what she deserves, don't I?" He said, a low chuckle reverberating through the room. His fingers hooked onto the waistband of your panties, the fabric slipping off, his hands groping the supple flesh of your hips. "Fuckin' love the way you feel in my hands, y'know? S'like yer made just for me."

Naoya's thumbs pressed into the curves of your hip bones, his fingers digging into the mounds of flesh, the feeling making your back arch. His hands roamed up and down your body, his nails raking across the smooth skin, his teeth biting into the plump skin of your inner thigh. His tongue darted across the surface, the wet muscle sliding across the expanse of flesh, before dipping between your folds. The action made you gasp, the feeling foreign and unfamiliar, but it wasn't unwelcome. "Gotta get ya nice and ready for me, princess.. You outta everyone should know how big I am.." He murmured, his breath fanning across the surface of your core, the warmth of his exhale making your stomach tighten. "And, fuck, yer already so tight.. Don't want ya to hurt yourself, do we?" He questioned, the statement laced with mock concern. His mouth was inches away from where you needed him, his tongue tracing patterns on your folds, the sensation making your body tingle. Your hands tangled in his hair, the locks threading through your fingers, the strands surprisingly soft. Your thighs wrapped around his shoulders, the movement pulling him closer, the tip of his nose nudging against your clit. "Ah, you want this?" He questioned, the words muffled by your sex, the vibration of his voice making you squirm. "Yes..p-please, Naoya, please.. need you.. you always make me feel good.." You whined, your hips rocking against him, your thighs squeezing around his face. "I'm gonna ruin ya for anyone else, doll.." His tongue flicked at the juices pooling at your entrance after he spoke, his mouth closing around your clit, his lips wrapping around the swollen bud. Exquisite bliss washed over you, the feeling almost too much to handle. His tongue was relentless, the muscle moving with precision, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin. Your toes curled, your back arching, a whimper slipping past your lips. "So fucking tasty.. shits fucking delicious.."

Mumbles and mutters left his lips, your body buzzing with the need to cum again, the sensation growing stronger and stronger with each passing second. His tongue slipped inside you, the appendage moving in and out, his jaw flexing with each movement. He tasted every inch of you, his lips suckling and his tongue swirling, the movements making you dizzy. "N-Naoya! Gonna cum, I'm gonna- a-ahh f-mmm..!" You cried out. The pressure in your abdomen snapped, your walls spasming, your juices gushing into his mouth. His tongue glided over the expanse of your folds, lapping up the fluid, his eyes gazing up at you. His irises were filled with hunger, his pupils dilated, his jaw clenched, his lips coated with your essence. His bare cock was flowing with precum, the veins throbbing, the tip flushed red. The sight alone was enough to make you come undone once more. He licked his lips, his tongue swiping across his skin, before pulling away, the feeling of his absence making you shiver.

His hands gripped your thighs, throwing one over his shoulder, the limb shaking. He positioned his length at your entrance, the head nudging at your folds. He looked up at you, his expression smug, his lips twisted into a smirk. "You ready, princess?" He asked, his voice taunting and teasing, his tone playful. "P-please, I-I can't take it anymore, Naoya.." You breathed, the words coming out in a strangled whimper. "I-I cant.. I-I need it, p-please.." You stammered, your body trembling, your hips rolling against his length, the tip slipping between your folds. "A-ah..!" You gasped, his member stretching you, the feeling foreign but not unpleasant. His hand came up to grip the base of your throat, his fingers pressing into the skin. "Look at me." He squeezed your neck, the pressure making you lightheaded. "Keep your eyes on me, got it?" You nodded quickly, your mind in a haze. "Yes, s-sir.."

Naoya then pulled his hips back, his length slowly entering you, the thickness spreading your walls, the stretch burning. "F-fuck.. s' so fuckin' tight.. swear ya get tighter every time.." " He muttered, his jaw clenched, his teeth gritted. His eyes met yours, his gaze unwavering, his brows furrowed. His thrusts were slow and steady, his shaft moving in and out of you, hips rocking forward and back. "M-mm.. f-faster, p-please.." You begged, the words leaving your lips in a desperate plea. You couldn't bare the slow pace, your body aching for more. He obliged, his pace increasing, his cock ramming into you. You couldn't help the moans that spilled from your lips, the noises echoing through the room. "Greedy, greedy girl, aren't ya? Always wantin' more.." A loud slap echoed through the room, a sharp sting radiating from your thigh, the impact leaving a bright red mark. "F-fuck, yer pussy's so tight.. feels like heaven.. Fuck.. S' a fuckin' masterpiece, a work of art.." He groaned, his hand gripping your thigh, the nails digging into the supple flesh. Your walls clenched around his length, the action drawing a gutteral moan from his throat. "Y-yeah, squeeze me, doll.. show my cock how much you need it.." He grunted, his hips slamming into yours, the tip of his member hitting the sweet spot inside of you. Your body wracked with pleasure, the feeling almost overbearing, your entire being on fire.

"G-god, I'm so close.. G-gonna cum inside, doll.. gonna fill ya up.." He panted, his thrusts becoming erratic and sloppy, his movements losing their rhythm. Your muscles clenched, your walls pulsing around his shaft, the coil inside you threatening to snap. "Naoyaaaa, p-please, please.. cum in me, breed me.. fuck me full.." You whined, the words tumbling from your lips in a broken mess, your vision blurring. Your climax approached quickly, the world around you becoming a blur of sensations. You felt as of you were on cloud nine, fucked out of your mind, your body tingling with craze. It wasnt until your insides were filled with his sticky semen that the world finally returned to focus, your walls fluttering around his cock repeatedly. "Yeaahh, take it.. take Naoya's cum.. 's perfect, you know? Made for each other." You moaned in response, your mind swimming in a sea of pleasure, your body limp. Your heart raced, your breathing heavy, your entire being numb. Naoya was quick to recover, his stamina unwavering, his length still hard inside of you. He smirked down at you, his gaze filled with amusement, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Think ya can go another round, doll?"

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natalievoncatte · 2 months

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This was going to happen; it was inevitable the moment that Lena chose this course and began preparing to enact the plan. The timing was the mystery, the where and when. Thinking back on it later, she should have known better. Supergirl liked dramatic entrances, and she liked having Lena to herself when she talked. Surprisingly for someone who flew around in primary colors and smiled cheerfully for the cameras, she knew how to be discreet.

There was a double thud as the stacked heels of Supergirl’s boots touched down on the balcony behind her. Lena didn’t look up from her work. Not for the first time, she wondered if Supergirl used her super-senses to read other people. Lena’s heart sped up when she heard the landing and her breath caught, but she remained calm and smooth when she spoke.

“You may as well come in. We’re on the ninety-sixth floor. I don’t bother locking it.”

The glass door slid quietly on oiled plastic runners, and a gust of chilly night air rolled over Lena’s shoulders, causing her ponytail to slide from its place and dangle down her back. She’d changed earlier out of her power suit and exchanged her tight high ponytail for a loose, comfortable one. She was planning an an all-nighter.

“You should lock the door. There are dangerous people out there. Among other things.”

“If any of them have it in for me, they’re not going to be slowed down much by the balcony door, Supergirl.”

There was a soft sigh behind her. “We need to talk.”

Lena smirked. “Why is that? Are you worried my new car saving machine will pull all the cats out of the trees and out you out of work? I’m still working out all the kinks.”

“Miss Luthor…”

“Speaking of kinks, maybe you could help me out. I’ve got a terrible crick in my neck and could use a super-neck rub.”

“Miss Luthor,”

“Or if you’re not busy, you could run and grab us some takeout. I’m thinking Thai, how about you?”

“Lena!”

Sighing, she turned around, tearing her attention from her work. Supergirl had her arms folded, displaying those impressive muscles of hers, and was looking at Lena with an expression of stern concern, something soft and a little worried in her eyes.

“What’s the occasion, then? Let me guess, someone wants to assassinate me.”

Supergirl sighed and let her arms fall. “You need to take this seriously. Right now, I’m the only friend you’ve got.”

“And why is that?”

Supergirl edged closer, her cape swirling slightly behind her. She put a hand on Lena’s desk and leaned over her.

“Because you’re been buying up every ounce of Kryptonite you can find.”

Her pulse began to race and she fought the urge to sink back from the piercing blue eyes that stared into hers.

“That’s not possible. Your cousin destroyed it all.”

“Not all of it,” said Supergirl. “The DEO keeps some, and there’s some floating around on the black market, usually mistaken for something else.”

“What makes you think that I didn’t just stumble across some? I inherited an extensive collection of art and sculpture, Supergirl, and I’m always adding to it. Ask Kara Danvers. I’m going to display the bulk of the family collection in a new wing at the city museum.”

“Because the DEO identified and tracked dozens of pieces, including the ones you bought,” Supergirl said, quietly. “It’s a way for us to identify threats and see who’s trafficking in it. You moved them through shell companies and had them smuggled through customs. You’re hiding something.”

Lena pushed to her feet, indignant, leaning into the do confrontation. She stabbed a manicured nail into the center of Supergirl’s chest, right into her big S.

“So now you come storming into my office making accusations?”

Supergirl planted her fists on her hips and stood over Lena, glaring down at her.

“I’m on your side. I’m the only one keeping the DEO from arresting you. I want to believe that there’s a benign reason for this, Lena. But you have to give me one. People think you’re a threat.”

Lena stared back at her, studying her features, her expression.

“It won’t do any good to tell you. Your superiors won’t believe me. They’ve been trying to entrap me ever since I took over the company.”

“They’re not my superiors,” Kara snapped. “I work with them. They have resources and support I need.”

Lena crossed her arms and cocked her head. “They also have Kryptonite. You just admitted that.”

“Lena,” Supergirl snapped.

Quickly, she grabbed a random page from her notes and scribbled, are they listening?

Supergirl looked at it briefly, then at Lena, weighing her options.

Then she nodded.

Lena scrawled on the sheet.

I’m making a cure.

Supergirl started, flinching as she read the note. She blinked almost comically.

Can we talk without anyone listening in? Lena wrote.

Supergirl nodded, taking the paper. She slipped the pen out of Lena’s grasp and scrawled, give me five minutes.

“Fine,” said Lena. “Tell your people they can call a judge. I’m sure they’ll have all the proper papers and warrants and court orders and it will all be nice and legal.”

“I don’t want it to be this way,” said Supergirl. “I want to work together with you. I believe in you, Lena.”

“You have a hell of a way of showing it.”

Supergirl huffed, turned, and headed for the balcony, taking off with such force that Lena stumbled back a few steps.

Lena waited, finally moving towards the door to close it, when a folded paper airplane sailed through the opening and came to rest on her desk. She closed the balcony door and grabbed the paper, quickly unfolding it.

They can track my suit. Meet me at the Big Belly on 49th. Leave your phone. Walk. Don’t worry about your safety, I’ll be watching. I’ll be in civilian clothes.

Lena crumpled the note in her pocket. The place Suoergirl meant was a half an hour walk, and Lena was more than a little nervous about walking it at night. So, she grabbed her .357 from her desk drawer and stuffed it in the kangaroo pocket of her hoodie, and took her private elevator to the ground floor.

When she walked up on the Big Belly, it was of course closed, dark inside with the chairs up on the tables. Lena tensed when she saw a figure approaching in the dark, much like she was, in joggers and a hoodie.

She relaxed when she saw Kara Danvers hiding in that hood. When they crossed paths, Lena stopped and began walking beside her.

“Supergirl said she would meet me herself,” said Lena. “I’m kind of surprised she sent you, Kara.”

“Keep your voice down,” Kara said, softly. “Follow me.”

Kara led her on a trek through downtown, making Lena rather nervous. This part of the city emptied out after hours and it was close to three in the morning, and they were walking alone on empty streets, finally turning off down an alley between two seemingly random buildings.

There, Kara stopped, and sighed.

“Can you really do it? Can you cure Kryptonite poisoning?”

“Yes,” Lena said, excited. “I think I can. I’m very close. I needed the samples I procured so that I could perfect the process.”

Kara’s shoulders hitched a little. She faced away from Lena, and took a step towards the brick wall in front of her.

“They have a device that your brother created. It can disperse Kryptonite through the entire atmosphere in a few minutes.”

“I’m familiar with it.”

“It’s how they control me. I don’t know where they keep it, only that they have it. If I step out of line, they’ll poison the atmosphere and kill me.”

“Kill you? Kara what are you talking about? You’re not…”

“I told you I’d meet you in civilian clothes. When I wrote the note in your office.”

Lena stumbled back a step, trying to process what she just heard. Kara was talking as if…

She turned around, facing Lena, and stood to her full height, removing her glasses without sweeping back her hood, and met Lena’s gaze.

“But… you’re…”

“Hush,” Kara said, softly. “I’ll explain everything. Right now we need to move and move fast, before they figure out what I’m up to. How fast can you finish your cure?”

“I need a few days and some things from my lab.”

Kara brought her wrist up and spoke into a hidden radio. “Alex, get ready to move. We’ll need to get to Lena’s lab before the DEO does.”

Lena blinked a few times. What the hell was going on?

“I need to get you someplace safe, then I’ll get you up to speed,” said Kara. “Will you come with me?”

Lena’s heart pounded in her chest. “Where?”

“Safety. I promise, I’ll keep you safe. You’re too dangerous to the DEO, Lena. They’re going to move on you, and I had to beg to give you a chance. Tomorrow someone is going to come make you an offer you can’t refuse, and I’m not going to let that happen.”

Lena nodded.

“Alright then. I’m with you. Let’s go.”

Kara nodded.

“Good. Lena Luthor, welcome to the Justice League.”

I had a weird urge to play with the idea of a world where the DEO are a black ops unit that controls Supergirl with the threat of Kryptonite and Lena helps her take them down and save the world. Of course Kara has to be all dramatic about naming the resistance movement.

#supercorp #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #supergirl fanfic #ficlet #screen test ficlet

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sea-lanterns · 10 months

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OUR BELOVED EMPRESS

synopsis: empress! AU with the liyue women as your courtesans.

featuring: ningguang, beidou, keqing, ganyu, yelan, shenhe

rating: 18+ n.s.f.w (men and minors dni)

warnings: switch! gn! afab reader, reader is referred to as pretty, beautiful, etc. polyamory, mentions of harem, reader is referred to as the "empress." arranged relationships, established relationships, finger.ing, scissoring, semi-public s.ex, fucking in an alleyway, biting, pining, cunnilingus, dirty talk, mastur.bation, not entirely proof read.

art credits: moonlight garden

NINGGUANG

Courtesan Ningguang! Who was the first courtesan presented to you by your father. A woman of high class and influence; the Tianquan of Liyue herself. It was a no-brainer that she would be the first potential candidate as your wife, as not only was she an influential figurehead, but she was someone who was intelligent and cunning. Two wonderful traits for a queen consort to have…

Courtesan Ningguang! Who arrives at your palace in the fanciest of attires. Golden nails brushing up against your hand before pressing a sweet kiss to your knuckles. “It is an honor to be in your presence, my empress…” she whispers seductively, looking up at you with red ruby eyes. “…and an honor to be your first courtesan.”

Courtesan Ningguang! Who serves as a reliable shoulder for you to lean on whenever your family is in peril. Assassinations, business problems, drama within the harem. Ningguang serves as the voice of reason and someone who can soothe the stress in your body. She may be a busy woman, but she always finds time to free you of your worries, ending the day with massages or gentle kisses to your temple that leave you feeling red.

Courtesan Ningguang! Who gets along with pretty much all the other courtesans except Courtesan Beidou. She had some beef with her prior to joining the imperial harem and sometimes gets annoyed whenever the pirate woman gets too rough with you. “Beidou, I think our empress would enjoy it if you didn’t throw her over your shoulder…” She rolls her eyes when she sees Beidou running out of the palace with you in her arms. Not liking how her beloved empress’ body was always manhandled by that giant brute.

Courtesan Ningguang! Who always snatches you away from the pirate whenever her back is turned. Wanting some alone time with you after having to share you with her the whole day. “Worry not my dear empress, I’ll treat you much softer than that barbarian of a woman…” She gently places you on the bed and smirks suggestively. “Let me massage that sore skin of yours…”

Courtesan Ningguang! Who enjoys taking her time in thoroughly massaging your body. Your shoulders, your back, your breasts… She loves how her dear, beloved empress writhes under her touch and moans into the pillows. “Does that feel good, my empress? Shall I go lower…?” Her silky hands trail down your stomach like a pathway, “I knew it, my beloved is all so sore…”

Courtesan Ningguang! Who has you arching your back off the bed while she thrusts her fingers into your cunt, sopping wet smacks echoing throughout the room as her palm slaps your clit over and over. “My beautiful empress…all wet and squirming for me…” her eyes glazed over with lust before pressing dark lipstick stains against your body, spanning from your neck to your thighs. “Squirming only for me…”

Courtesan Ningguang! Who has you wrapped up in her embrace while kissing your neck and cleaning the release off your thighs. She adores taking care of you after sex, and will often stay close to you to keep you grounded after your high. “Feeling better?” She’d murmur against your ear, pressing another small kiss to the shell, “Don’t fret, my dear. I’ll warm up a bath for us soon…”

Courtesan Ningguang! Who keeps you warm in the bath with her body, humming a small tune in the spacious tub while washing the sweat off your body. “My beloved empress, I promise to always take care of you…” she whispers, using a small washcloth to wipe off your temple lovingly. “That is my promise to you as your first courtesan…”

BEIDOU

Courtesan Beidou! Who offered to be your second courtesan after spotting your beauty wandering at the docks. What’s a pretty face like you doing around such dangerous and smelly terrain? Don’t worry though, Captain Beidou will keep you safe. Both on the docks and in your palace because now she intends on marrying you…

Courtesan Beidou! Who shows off her impeccable strength and muscle, impressing your father as you needed someone strong who could pass that on to your heirs. Beidou loves spoiling you with her strength, and you oftentimes find her lifting you into her arms to carry you from place to place.

Courtesan Beidou! Who has some beef with your first courtesan: Ningguang. She doesn’t like how prissy and strict Ningguang can be, so she often sneaks you out whenever you’re spending time with her. Practically kidnapping you in your own home, as she throws you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and laughs while carrying you to her secret spot. “Don’t worry my empress, we won’t get caught. I’ll make sure of it…”

Courtesan Beidou! Who is the rebel of the imperial harem. She’s the one who sneaks you out the most and helps you do risqué things like sneaking out to see the Lantern Rite without guard supervision. “We don’t need those pesky guards, you have me…” she’d always say, pressing a kiss to your worried little brows. “I’ll keep you safe, my sweet empress…”

Courtesan Beidou! Who chuckles and covers your mouth as you both hide in the bushes of the royal gardens, making out under the moonlight in order to have a little midnight rendezvous with just the two of you. “Naughty little empress…” Beidou purrs, groaning in your ear as she sits you on her lap, “Playing hooky with the pirate, eh? Pretty thing like you was just craving for some fun…”

Courtesan Beidou! Who rubs her large, calloused hands over your folds and sinks two massive fingers inside. “Shhh…there are guards nearby…” she’d whisper into your ear, chuckling quietly at the way you rode her fingers so desperately behind the bushes. “Hah…such a desperate one…”

Courtesan Beidou! Who holds you close to her and smirks when she overhears guards trying to find their missing empress. The other courtesans worried sick for your whereabouts, when you were just sitting behind the bushes getting your brains fucked out by the second courtesan. Whimpering and shaking under the captain’s touch, as no one has ever treated you this roughly before…

Courtesan Beidou! Who chuckles as you climax all over her thighs, stroking a hand down your spine before kissing you tenderly. “You did so well, my empress…” she murmurs out huskily, making sure you are kept warm as she drapes her cape over your shoulders. “Rest now, you precious thing. Your captain’s got you from here…”

Courtesan Beidou! Who sneaks you back into your room with your nude body clinging onto hers. She makes sure her muscular body covers you entirely, as she tucks you into bed and pets your cheek endearingly. “Sleep now, my dearest ocean pearl, I will ensure everything is settled with the others.” And with a gentle kiss from the huge, burly pirate, she leaves to go settle your whereabouts with the other courtesans, making sure her dearest empress was safe and sound…

KEQING

Courtesan Keqing! Who was the third courtesan recommended to you by the first courtesan: Ningguang. She is a member of the Liyue Qixing and due to her high status as the Yuheng, it made her a very strong candidate for Queen consort and your potential wife.

Courtesan Keqing! Who is the most uptight out of all the courtesans in your harem. She’s the one who keeps you in line whenever you act up, and is the one who scolds you most of the time whenever you sneak out with the other courtesans. (Cough. Beidou and Yelan. Cough) She doesn’t mean to be so hard on you, but you are the empress of Liyue! You needed to be prim and proper!

Courtesan Keqing! Who takes up the responsibility of helping you manage your extracurriculars. Whether it’s dance practice, embroidery or managing certain affairs, Keqing is always the one helping you and making sure you understand what to do. “Like this, my empress,” she says for the sixteenth time, cupping your waist as she guides you to the music of the zither. “Eyes on me, a royal must never look at their feet…”

Courtesan Keqing! Who is prickly on the outside but sweet on the inside whenever she’s alone with you. Keqing hates to admit it, but her empress is someone she cares very deeply about, and she wants to see you flourish into a beautiful and powerful leader for Liyue. “My empress, please, allow me…” she murmurs softly as she helps tie the sash to your robe. “Honestly, next time you should let me dress you in the mornings…”

Courtesan Keqing! Who can’t help but think dirty thoughts about her empress all day long in that little head of hers. Her mind runs vivid with wonders of your naked body and she can’t help but touch herself late into the night while thinking of you. “My empress…” Keqing moans out softly, fingers rubbing at her folds while she spreads herself out on her bed, masturbating to today’s image of you practicing calligraphy with her in your office.

Courtesan Keqing! Who’s always been unable to hide her lust for you. The way your hands move so delicately over the paper, writing in quick, languid strokes that have her going crazy. “Ah…!” Keqing gasps as a deep, burning ache in her core begs to be satisfied. “Forgive me, my empress…” she mumbles to herself, heart racing like crazy as she realizes she’s touching herself to her beloved empress.

Courtesan Keqing! Who jumps when she sees you standing at the door, smiling softly at her lewd display. You wanted to help her? Touch her? Her empress!? Keqing blushes at the thought and tries not to get too excited. “O-Only if you insist, my empress…” she murmurs softly, feeling your body dip into the bed and roam your hands all over her. “Oh…”

Courtesan Keqing! Who’s not the same, strict person she is when she’s in bed with you. Her body reacts ever so sensitively to your touch, as she lets you explore her body quietly under the moonlight. “Hah…now don’t be a tease…” Keqing chuckles nervously, “You know I hate it when you test my patience.”

Courtesan Keqing! Who is more than eager to help guide you on how to touch a woman. Her voice alike to that of her tutor persona, except this time she was teaching you how to fuck her. “Just like that, my empress…” she pants out breathlessly, shivering as you insert a finger into her folds, “You've always been such a quick learner…”

GANYU

Courtesan Ganyu! Who was the fourth courtesan recommended to you by both Ningguang and Keqing. The secretary of the Qixing and a half adepti that possessed impressive capabilities, she impressed your father as well as he knew that a Qilin would protect you and bring good fortune to the family. (And produce strong Qilin heirs…)

Courtesan Ganyu! Who is the gentlest and sweetest out of all your courtesans. She’s the one who tries to sneak into your bed in the middle of the night to snuggle with you, which often leads to you waking up to a sleepy Qilin woman resting on your chest. Sometimes you can catch her snoring in her sleep, but you don’t mind it because she’s just so damn cute…

Courtesan Ganyu! Who despite being so clingy, knows to maintain a certain degree of professionalism as she’s the one who takes care of the dreaded paperwork. As a secretary of the Qixing, she has her fair share of experience when it comes to tinier affairs, so she’ll always offer to help you, even when you insist you have it under control. “Please don’t overwork yourself, my dear. I’ll take care of it as soon as possible…”

Courtesan Ganyu! Who despite being so soft and gentle, has a strong, protective side whenever you are threatened. “Get behind me, my empress. I’ll take care of him!” She exclaims rather protectively, making sure you stay behind her while she charges a cryo arrow at the intruder. “Ah, he’s gone now, my dear. Are you okay? Were you frightened?”

Courtesan Ganyu! Who is the best at calming you down whenever you get into a dangerous situation. While the other courtesans are busy dealing with whoever threatened or harmed you, Ganyu is by your side and holding you tightly against her body. Soothing you with her touch as she makes sure her darling empress isn’t harmed in the slightest. “Do not fret, my love. Beidou, Yelan and Shenhe have gone after the assassin. They won’t threaten you again…” she presses a small kiss to your cheek and makes sure you’re calmed down before heading back into the safety of your room, holding your hand every step of the way.

Courtesan Ganyu! Who sees you’re clearly frightened for your life and tries to calm you down by distracting you with intimate touches. Her fluffy blue hair tickles your skin as she cups your cheek to make you face her. “Why don’t we do something to distract ourselves,” she whispers shyly, a blush overcoming her features. “I'll help you forget all the anxiety you felt today…”

Courtesan Ganyu! Who is lying on her back with her cunt squished against yours. Gasping and moaning as you rut into her thighs and try to scissor your way to an orgasm. “Ah…mnngh…you’re doing so well, my empress…” Ganyu pants, her soft skin sending you into another plane of ecstasy. “So good…so good…keep moving— nngh…hah…~”

Courtesan Ganyu! Who wants only the best for her beloved empress so she pulls you down halfway to meet for a kiss. Hips melding together in sticky, wet squelches as she pants and lolls her tongue out into yours. “Is it good…? Do I feel good…?” She so desperately wants to please you, it makes your heart melt and you can’t help but groan. “I take that as a yes…hah…I love you, my empress…”

Courtesan Ganyu! Who lies beside you after cumming all over your thighs, pulling you close so she could lay by your side like the loyal courtesan she was. “I’m glad you felt good, my dear…” Ganyu whispers sweetly, before brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. “I will always keep you relaxed, that is my duty as your beloved courtesan…”

YELAN

Courtesan Yelan! Who becomes your fifth courtesan after saving you from a bunch of bounty hunters holding you hostage. After making sure you were safe and sound in her arms, she feels something stir within her chest when she gets a closer look at your face. To the public, your face was often hidden behind a thin, lacy veil in order to conceal your identity. However, as your veil is pulled back, Yelan now had a full view of the beautiful empress underneath. A sight that left her speechless and with a desire to become yours…

Courtesan Yelan! Who isn’t seen around the palace as often as the other girls due to her missions, but always makes sure to greet you in your room whenever she gets back. “Hey, darling. Missed me?” She’s perched lazily on your balcony with a Glaze Lily in her hand. “I got you a lil’ something on my mission. No need to thank me…”

Courtesan Yelan! Who, like Beidou, will often sneak you out into the city to experience things you’ve never felt before. She takes you around to see all that Liyue has to offer, and encourages you to try ordinary things that you may or may not have tried. “Here, try this. It’s called a kebab.” Yelan chuckles as you look at her with confusion, wondering how on Teyvat you eat this without utensils. “Pfft, you just bite the food off the skewer, empress. Here, let me show you…”

Courtesan Yelan! Who enjoys showing you and teaching you the simpler things in life. You may be a sheltered empress, but Yelan can show you just how fun an ordinary life can be. “Who knew the empress could be so messy when they eat…” she chuckles as you struggle to eat the kebab stick off the skewer, wiping the sauce off your lips with a napkin. “You’re just so cute…”

Courtesan Yelan! Who takes you by the hand to pull you into a dark alleyway. She just saw a few guards patrolling the area and had to act fast, pushing you up against the wall and shielding you with your body. “Apologies for the tight space, my empress…” Yelan chuckles, cupping your cheek to look at her, “We just have to stay here a little while longer…”

Courtesan Yelan! Who sees her sweet little empress getting shy for being in such an intimate position. She can’t help but tease you more as she leans in closer to tilt your chin forward. “You know, since it’s so dark, no one will be able to see their beloved empress getting naughty with her courtesan…” she trails a hand down to your ass and cups it, giving it a teasing squeeze. “Some ordinary people fuck in alleyways when they have the chance. Would you like to try, my dear empress…?”

Courtesan Yelan! Who has her empress pinned up against the wall with their robe pulled up and exposing their privates. Yelan kneeling down to your glistening hole and spreading it open with her thumbs. “Oh, how precious…” she purrs to herself, giving it a sensual lick. “It even puckers when I breathe…”

Courtesan Yelan! Who cannot believe she’s giving head to the empress in such a dirty and dimly lit alleyway. She had to admit, seeing her empress whimpering and begging for more in a place this low class was really turning her on. “Yeah? You like that…?” Yelan laughs into your cunt, pushing her nose deeper against your clit, “You like getting eaten out in a dirty alleyway? My, my…you surprise me everyday your majesty…”

Courtesan Yelan! Who is so proud of you when you climax all over her face and paint her tongue white with your cum. She wipes the residue off her face and stands up to kiss you, letting you taste what you accomplished in that dirty, dark alleyway with her. “You did so well, my dear…” Yelan whispers, quickly fastening your robes back on so the two of you could leave. “Come on, it’s about time we head back to the palace…”

SHENHE

Courtesan Shenhe! Who was the sixth courtesan presented to you by Cloud Retainer herself, an adepti that your father greatly respected and admired. Cloud Retainer promised your father that her disciple: Shenhe would bring great strength and protection to your family, as well as ward off any evil spirits that dare threaten your bloodline. Though heavily antisocial and a bit…intimidating to your father, he accepted her into the family and made her the sixth courtesan in your harem.

Courtesan Shenhe! Who is very quiet and doesn’t interact much with anyone but you and her fellow courtesan: Ganyu. She’s quiet, awkward, and doesn’t know what to do, so she just follows you around like a curious little puppy and hopes for the best. While others may find this annoying, you yourself didn’t mind and allowed Shenhe to follow you around as she pleased. Acting like a bodyguard of sorts among your courtesans as she is the only one who is stuck by your side at all times.

Courtesan Shenhe! Who seems so dangerous and intimidating to others, yet soft and gentle around you. She loves how you cup her face and treat her so kindly, her heart thumping whenever her dearest empress kisses her, and palms getting sweaty because she just adores you so much. “…Is my face that fun to hold?” She asks when you do this for the umpteenth time. She doesn’t mind it, in fact she seems to enjoy it. “If that is what my empress likes to do, then so be it…” You are the only one in the world who could touch her like this…

Courtesan Shenhe! Who is like a tall guard dog whenever she accompanies you outside the palace. She stands protectively by your side, keeping watch of any activity or accidents that could harm her beloved empress. “…The road is slippery. Should I carry you? I don’t want you to fall.” Before you could even respond, she picks you up anyway, “…I’m carrying you.”

Courtesan Shenhe! Who is so strong and agile that she manages to take you across Liyue with just her arm strength alone. Taking you to a private spot in the mountains so the two of you could have a private picnic date together away from the other courtesans. “Is the ground soft enough for you, my empress?” Shenhe tilts her head and makes sure you’re seated on a comfortable patch of grass. If sitting on the ground isn’t to your liking, then perhaps it’d be best to sit on her lap instead. Which you do.

Courtesan Shenhe! Who quivers under your touch as you caress her face lovingly, her muscles easing under your hold as she allows herself to indulge with you for once. “Your majesty…” she can feel herself grow hot as you press a kiss to her temple, groans rumbling from her throat as she yearned for more. “I want…more.”

Courtesan Shenhe! Who can’t stop herself from pushing her beloved empress down to the ground, the red ropes trying to suppress her carnal desire for you as she kisses and bites your neck with want. “Ganyu taught me how to properly please you…” she mumbles against your skin, her hands moving down to unfasten your sash. “I will do my best. You can count on me, my empress.”

Courtesan Shenhe! Who uses the skills she learned from other courtesans to pleasure you as best as she could. Slender hands lifting your thighs up as she slots her cunt against yours rather harshly. “Mnngh…Courtesan Ganyu taught me that this was called scissoring…” While groaning out her words, Shenhe begins rutting her hips into yours to try and replicate what Ganyu described. “Is this right? It feels right…nngh…” She tries her best to hold in her moans but it just feels so good. Though her moves are sloppy and you barely feel any good rhythm, you could tell Shenhe was enjoying herself and that was all that mattered to you.

Courtesan Shenhe! Who tries her hardest to get you off but it just isn’t enough. She’s not that experienced in pleasing a person compared to the other girls but that’s okay, you’ll teach her… “My empress…? What— oh!” Shenhe’s eyes widen as you gently flip her over, deciding she’s done enough to please you for one day. “…I see. You wish to teach me how to scissor properly? …Very well.”

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Yule

Summary:

While snuggling by the Yule fire, you forget just how sensitive elf ears can be.

Pairing: Astarion/f!Reader Rating: E Word Count: 2.2k Tags/Warnings: post-game spoilers, cunnilingus, blood drinking, p in v sex, spawn!Astarion, soft!Astarion, fluff and smut, Astarion deserves to be bitten too

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Enough people said they'd still be interested in reading holiday-related fics even after the holidays, so here you go! Huge shout-outs to Idylla for their incredible art used in the banner. Their modern!Astarion absolutely ruins me.

Midwinter Nights: Yule | Christmas | New Year's Eve

Astarion curled against you as the Yule fire burned low in the hearth. You knew he wouldn’t be able to stay awake all night, despite his insistence to the contrary. It amused you even more because, as an elf, he didn’t really need to sleep. But he had grown so accustomed to it at this point, snuggling up with you each night as you got your mandatory eight hours, it was a harder habit to break.

You had only just put the most recent batch of cookies in the oven, but you were a little concerned for what would happen when you needed to take them out. Astarion was much like a cat in that way; if he climbed on top of you, it was a crime to disturb him. You could lay there forever, pinned beneath his weight, and you’d thank the gods for it.

You peered down at him, sleeping so peacefully. He almost looked like a cat, pointy ears occasionally flicking at the warm air that emanated from the fire. You could practically see his tail swishing contentedly. Ever since killing Cazador and reclaiming his freedom, he’d been so drawn to creature comforts, looking for softness and indulgence in all he could find.

You ran your fingers through his white curls, scratching his scalp absentmindedly. He shifted in his sleep, subconscious nudging him into your touch. You would sit here all night if you could, nails dancing over his pale skin while he slept soundly. You knew that eventually your timer would go off and you would need to take this latest batch of cookies out. But for now, at least, you could just enjoy having him pressed up against your side.

You stared into the fire as your hand wandered, gently stroking his back, his shoulders, his neck. You marveled at how much had changed in these past few months. Karlach and Wyll ventured to Avernus to fight on the front lines of the Blood War, and while you missed them, you knew you were only a ritual away from seeing them at the House of Hope. Gale had gone back to continue his studies in Waterdeep, and Lae’zel found herself living a surprising life of domestic bliss with Shadowheart, newly reunited with her parents. You haven’t heard much from Halsin, Jaheira, or Minsc, but you were certain that they were finding respite wherever they were.

As you’re getting lost in your thoughts, you stopped paying attention to where your hand flitted across Astarion’s skin; that is, until you heard a breathy moan escape his lips. You looked down and realized that you were running the tip of your pointer around the shell of his ear. You pulled away suddenly, embarrassed as you realized you were basically doing the elf equivalent of teasing his nipples. He whined at the sudden loss of contact, and you sat frozen, unsure if he was awake or not.

He stirred, legs squirming against a definitive bulge growing in his loose pants. He sat up and blinked sleepily, gears turning as he put together where he was. He turned to you and suddenly his eyes focused, pupils wide like a cat focused on its prey.

“If you wanted something, you could’ve just asked, you know,” he said in a low purr, and you could feel yourself clench in response to the fire his words stoked deep in your core.

“Sorry love, it was an accident,” you whispered, trying to sound cool but the crack in your voice gave you away.

“Accident or no, you’ve made your bed, so I hope you’re ready to lie in it,” he said with a grin, fangs glinting in the firelight. He launched himself onto you, kissing you roughly as he tangled his hands in your hair. You tried to regain your breath as you kissed him back, your hands scrambling for purchase on his clean linen shirt. Your body bent back with the weight of his as he shifted on top of you, prying your legs open with his knee. An unseemly moan escaped your lips as he pressed his hardness right up to the apex of your thighs. You ran your fingers through his hair, though whether it was to regain control or just hang on for dear life, you couldn’t tell.

Between the heat radiating from the fire, the slight delirium from staying up all night, and the way that your arousal for this man made your head swim, you could barely think straight. He continued to roll his hips into you obscenely, and you could feel the telltale dampness seeping into your small clothes. You spread your legs a little wider, trying to feel that delicious friction through the several layers of fabric that separated you.

You broke the kiss to take in a gulp of air, beginning to feel a bit lightheaded. His lips migrated to your neck, flicking the tip of his tongue along the puncture wound that had only recently closed up. A shudder surged through your body at the sensation and you squirmed involuntarily, your body urging you closer to his. You rolled your head away from him, presenting your neck as a silent offering as you had so many times before. He needed no further invitation and sunk his teeth into the sensitive flesh, your simultaneous groans of pleasure mingling together in your ears. You knew you were courting danger by letting him bite when you were already woozy, but it was worth the risk for the good it did you both. He always became a little more powerful, a little more dominant right after drinking your blood; for you, the feeling of him siphoning just a little of your life force away gave you an unmatched feeling of ecstasy.

He detached himself from your neck and looked down at you, panting. The sight of him post-feeding always sent you into a frenzy. His cheeks and ears uncharacteristically flushed, his bloody lips in a sedate half-smile, hair a tousled mess, and a wild look in his eyes like he was ready to devour you. You could only imagine what he saw in return; your hair splayed out beneath you, eyes glassy, mouth open in a suspended moan as blood trickled down your neck.

He ran a hand down the front of your blouse and you arched your back to meet his touch. He was still pressed between your legs, your knees hooked around his waist. He ran a finger along the waistband of your pants, causing you to whine needily.

“Tell me what it is you want, pet,” he purred, the predatory cat out in full force. Your hips bucked up against him as you grasped at the rug beneath you. He looked so gorgeous in the orangey firelight, his skin soft and glowy. You pawed wantonly at the hem of his shirt, any semblance of speech leaving your body. He grabbed your flailing wrists and pinned them above your head, bringing his lips within an inch of yours.

“Your words, love. Tell me what you want,” he growled, a little more forcefully than before, eliciting another desperate mewl.

“Ah- I.. Astarion,” you pled with him and he grinned, fangs pressing into your lips.

“Yes?” The word was a breathless whisper. He looked down the length of his nose at you, crimson eyes piercing into you.

“I want you to taste me,” you squeaked out, writhing beneath the hard length of his body. He pressed his lips to your ear just as he pressed his erection into your mound.

“Good girl,” he hissed, and pushed off your chest to slink downward to your hips. He grabbed your waistband and slid your pants down over your ass, dragging his cool hands across your heated skin. He pressed his lips into your hip and you arched into him, yearning to feel him on every inch of you. Your skin prickled from the heat of the fire, his contrasting touch making you shiver.

He traveled downward, each kiss pulling a new and more debaucherous sound from your throat. His lips hovered above yours and he relished in making you twitch with need. After a second of teasing that felt like an eternity, he swiped his tongue along your slit and you groaned in relief. He dug his fingers into your thighs as he gently lapped at your folds, making you feel more heated with each pass. He spread your lips apart with his dexterous fingers, tracing lazy shapes with the tip of his tongue.

Your fingers curled into his hair once more, hoping to regain control of your cantering hips. He pushed his tongue deeper into you and your breath grew ragged, your hips begging to fully fuck his face. He relented to your control, letting you grind on his lips and tongue to chase your own satisfaction. Your cries grew in tandem with the pressure that mounted in your core, and this time when your hands wandered to stroke his ears, it was intentional. He moaned into your cunt, a deep, primal sound that sent vibrations directly to your clit, sending you over the edge. He buried his face into you as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, thighs squeezing around his head.

He pulled away once the pulses had subsided and you delighted to see his disheveled face, your juices reflecting in the firelight. He roughly pulled you up onto his lap, pulling your still sensitive swell down hard onto his erection. You moaned into his lips, sharing the taste of you with him.

“You saucy little minx,” he growled even as you could feel his smile through the kiss. Your fingers fumbled at his waistband, desperate to free him and feel him inside you. He peeled your blouse over the top of his head just as you released his cock from his trousers, tip already glistening with precum. Your breath hitched at the sight of it, your pussy already aching to be filled.

The length of his cock teased your folds, and he cupped one of your breasts in his hand, the pad of his thumb skating over the pert nipple. You threw your head back, raising your tits up with a heaving breath just so he could latch on with his mouth, suckling gently. Your arms around his neck, you danced your fingers close to his ear, teasing him as much as you were asking him for more. He pulled off your nipple with a pop and stared red hot daggers into you.

“Careful love. Mess with the cat and get the claws,” he warned in a low and dangerous whisper. He raised your hips up and pulled you down in one fell stroke onto his stiffened cock. The cry he tore out of you was your most obscene yet, but you were already so wet and hungry for him that you slid down to his base without resistance.

You began to ride his dick, your knees pressing against the floor as he stretched you out with every thrust. Now it was his turn to toss his head back, leaving his pale throat open and vulnerable. You sunk your teeth into the cold flesh, your dull human incisors not actually piercing skin, but eliciting a delicious groan from him nonetheless. He kept his hands squarely on your hips as you bounced up and down, relishing the slide of him along your inner walls.

You wanted to see him lose himself in you. You wanted him to come undone like you were. You needed more of those breathy moans in your ear as he unleashed the predator within.

You nipped at his earlobe.

Almost as though an external force possessed his body, he slammed you down onto your back without pulling out of you. He pushed your knees up to your ears and pounded into you forcefully, the edge of your second orgasm rapidly approaching. Your tits bounced with the force of his thrusts, and it took everything in your power to keep your eyes open so you could watch him unravel above you. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his red eyes looked down on you, positively feral. You could see his fangs through the soft o-shape his mouth formed as he came, his orgasm sending you crashing into yours. You could still feel his cock throbbing inside you with each burst of his seed even as your vision slowly faded into black.

You awoke a few moments later curled up on some pillows and a cool washcloth laid across your forehead. Next to you was a glass of water which you gulped down eagerly.

Astarion came back into the room, face still looking deliciously flushed and bitten, with a small plate of cookies. He kneeled down next to you and held one up to your lips, and you accepted the snack without hesitation. He pulled the washcloth from your forehead and kissed your cool damp skin, his lips almost warm in comparison.

“Love, you can't scare me like that. I thought I fucked you into a coma. If you're feeling unwell, say something,” he said, red eyes full of concern. You wave it off with a shrug.

“What can I say? Maybe I like messing with the cat,” you respond with a giggle as you bite down on your cookie, teeth bared playfully.

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