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“Doombringer?” You called out, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, “Is that you?” You checked the time, it was earlier than usual, enough to make you worry if something had gone wrong. “Is everything okay?”

He didn’t respond, just sighed as he took the steps towards the bed. He didn’t need many, the bed dipping with his weight before you could even get up. “I’m fine. Just a long day.” 

His voice was laced with a tiredness you hadn’t heard from him in a while. Despite that, you knew exactly what he meant. Your smile softened as you slid the blanket off of you and to the side, opening it up for him. 

“I understand,” his eyes slowly rolled over your now exposed body as you spoke, “Do you want to sleep with me?” 

Normally, he’d clean himself up first, wash off the dirt and grime of working. But as is, he didn’t think he could pry himself off the bed. And with you tempting him, he wouldn’t dare deny you. 

Unfortunately, his body and mind had long grown used to staying up, and even with the bone-deep ache of exhaustion, he could feel how restless his mind was. “I don’t think I could sleep even if I tried,” he admitted. 

You kept that same smile, as if expecting the answer. “That’s alright, my love. We can just rest instead.” 

Doombringer seemed to appreciate your understanding, practically flopping down onto the bed and curling around you, his head positioned under yours and pressed against your chest. 

He listened for your heartbeat, a small habit he picked up a while back. There was something comforting about being in your grasp and being able to smell you. You could hear his inhales as he breathed you in, letting out a deep sigh as he took in your scent. 

His body melted into the bed, arms tightening around you as he took you in, his thick tail thumping against the bed before he forced it to settle down. His breathing got heavier, and you could tell from the way his body went still that he was excited about something, he just didn’t want to show it. 

He muttered something into your skin, muffled by the proximity. The sound reverberated through your body, almost ticklish. You were about to ask what he was saying, but you were interrupted with a slight shift of his body, the movement allowing you to feel something hard pressed against your thigh. 

Oh, you thought, eyes glancing down at your husband. You rutted your leg upward, slotting it between his legs and pressing against his hardening cock, feeling more than hearing him groan against you. 

He pulled back, the slightest flush visible on his dark skin. “I’m sorry. You can just ignore it if you’re tired.” 

While you were tired, you could feel your sleep leaving you as you smiled down at him, jerking your leg upward as you did. “And leave you like this? Do you take me for cruel?” 

“No, I would never think that,” he said as he pressed his lips to your cheek, peppering your jaw with kisses, “I just don’t want to bother you if you’re already exhausted.”

You locked your arms around his neck, core tightening as you lifted yourself to meet his lips, pulling away from the kiss with a smile. “You’re never a bother, my love.” 

You could hear his sharp inhale, his breath hitching as the dim light hit your face, hair framing your cheeks making you look ethereal. He really was lucky to have you.

He was tempted to voice his gratefulness, before being interrupted with a groan, the sound low and rumbly as you rubbed against his bulge. You pressed your thigh against his hardness, feeling it jump and pulse against your skin. 

How long has it been since you two last did it? Your hands slipped lower, dragging your nails along his body as you reached for his cock. You could practically feel it radiating heat, the bulge barely fitting inside your palm. 

You could hear him exhale, the warm breath tickling against your forehead. You didn’t need more to reach inside the waistband of his pants, fishing out his cock. 

Suddenly, a genius idea came to your mind, the covers rustling as you turned, your back facing him. You lifted your leg slightly, threading your arm through to direct his length between your thighs, clamping your legs shut around it. 

You could hear him groan from behind you, his arms moving to wrap around your waist, settling underneath your arms as he nuzzled his face into the junction of your neck, inhaling your scent and sighing. 

But it was far from enough. He didn’t want to seem greedy, but the thin fabric that separated him from your body did nothing but irritate him, making him yearn for more. 

His hands clumsily tugged at your clothes, and you had to suppress a laugh at his uncharacteristic neediness. Though you’d be cruel to deny him, letting him strip you with gentle haste. Part of you was sure that were it any cheaper, he would’ve torn the fabric away and promised to repurchase it later. 

Doombringer reassumed his position, this time his skin flush against yours — just as it should be. 

You felt so warm and soft against him, practically melting into his body. You relaxed your muscles, going pliant in his hold and just letting him take you in. 

It had been so long since you two were able to have any skinship, usually disrupted by work or exhaustion. It made you just want to savor it even more, far from in a rush to get off. 

Even as he cock dripped onto your thighs, neither of you made a move to do anything, too busy basking in the rare presence of each other to care. Seriously, after this, you were going to force him to take breaks more often. Those damned coworkers of his clearly weren’t pulling enough weight if he had to kept pulling so much overtime.

Although maybe it wasn’t entirely the other admins fault. You knew your husband had a tendency to get lost in his job. A soft smile spread across your face, unable to find yourself truly mad at the tender little giant you had gotten married to. 

Still, your stalemate only lasted for so long, the admin following his body’s instincts as he started to rut against your skin, letting out a soft groan at the feeling of slick thighs clenching around his sensitive cock. 

As is, he doubted he would last long, so pent up from abstinence he could probably cum just from your thighs. Though that hardly seemed like an issue, not when it had been so long he’d rather die than leave you unsatisfied. 

His arms tightened just slightly around your plush body, his breath shuddering. He kneaded softly at your skin, massaging the tense muscles and feeling you relax in his hold. 

His touch lingered around your chest, playing with the soft tissue like a stress ball. You squirmed in his hold, his touch leaving tingling warmth in its wake. 

“So soft,” he murmured into your neck, placing a small kiss into your skin. He couldn’t help but nip at it, making you gasp in surprise. He almost felt bad, his tongue slipping out to soothe the bite.

You couldn’t help but squirm at the odd sensation, the action creating friction between your thighs. A shaky laugh left your lips as he bit down again, digging his teeth into your skin to muffle his noises, sucking the skin between them and letting go with a ‘pop’.

You couldn’t see it, but you had no doubt he had left a bright red hickey there, one he was quick to add more to. 

Heat and arousal pulsed through your body, your back arching slightly as you pressed your body into his. Your thighs clenched together, rubbing against his cock at the same time. 

It seemed both of you were reaching your breaking points, breaths hot and heavy in the shared space. 

You started to grind downward, allowing his cock to slip between your soaked folds and press against your clit. With how turned-on he was, his length curved upward, the tip smearing precum against your stomach. 

It pulsed against your sex, the warmth mingling with yours as you grinded yourself against the hard shaft. Your hole clenched around nothing, doubt starting to fill your mind as you took in just how massive it was compared to you. 

How long had it been so you last took it? Sure, you usually fingered yourself at night just to satisfy yourself, but just looking at his size was enough to make your stomach churn. 

Still, you needed to feel him inside of you, and as reckless as it was, you were far from in the mood for proper preparation. Against proper logic and care for your body afterwards, you ghosted your hands over his length, pumping your hand around it as you tried to guide it to your hole. 

Slightly more clear-minded, though hardly, Doombringer stopped you, his hand catching your arm right as you pressed the tip to your entrance. “Don’t you need to be stretched out first? You don’t need to rush this.” His other hand resumed kneading your skin, trying to get you to rethink.

As kind as it was, you felt like you were going to die if you had to wait any longer. Besides, what was a little soreness the morning after compared to finally taking your husband’s cock after so long?

“I’ll be fine I just-,” you paused, sucking in a breath as you willed yourself to relax, “I need you right now.” 

He knew you better than to argue, besides, he was starting to get impatient too. “Alright just - tell me if it hurts, please.” 

You nodded, pushing yourself downward and practically spearing yourself on his length. Heavens, he was huge, though now that you could see it, you had regained some of your confidence, biting into your bottom lip as you braced yourself, slowly taking him inch-by-inch. 

Even then it seemed to be too fast for the pent-up man, his hands digging into the skin of your hips to stop you and slow you down. “Careful,” he huffed, his restraint clear in his voice. 

He started to lower you downward, this time barely going in a centimetre before stopping to breathe. You couldn’t help but laugh, “Sensitive are we?” You teased, bucking your hips forward edging him deeper. 

Doombringer bared his teeth, groaning before pressing his face into your back. You could feel his lapse of control, his hips thrusting upward just enough to knock the breath out of you, your pussy clamping down around him before you reminded yourself to relax. 

You were only about halfway down, but you were already so full, you felt like you were going to break. Your breathing got heavier, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to not think about just how much you had left. 

“Are you alright?” Your husband asked, ever-so-kind, “We can stop if you need to-” 

The stretch burned your walls, hindering your ability to respond. You tried to force out a little, ‘I’m fine’, but you could barely hear yourself. Before you could continue, his thick tail wrapped around your leg, stopping you in your tracks.

Realizing you had reached your limit, he started to pull out, his cock dragging against your walls. Before you could even whine about it, he thrust himself back in, making your mouth fall open in a moan. 

He started to shallowly thrust inside of you, barely pulling out an inch before pushing himself back in. Even though it wasn’t much, his sheer size and power was enough to send waves of pleasure through you. 

He seemed determined to keep as much of himself inside of you as he could, as if even just pulling out of you was too much distance. It was so tender, so soft. 

The tail coiled around your calf kept your legs spread, giving him complete access to your pussy as he rocked his cock in and out of you, building a mind-melting pace.

You could feel sweat drip down your forehead as the heat started to get to you, the air charged with heavy breaths and the scent of lust. “M-more,” you whimpered, trying to back yourself up against him. 

His chest was flush against your back, so close you could feel the rise and fall of it as he breathed. With your permission, he started to get a little more comfortable, pulling out just a little more before thrusting back in. 

Your hole had adjusted to his width, allowing him to fuck you with a little less resistance. Maybe it was how long it had been, but you were so much more sensitive than usual, and it seemed he shared the sentiment. 

“You feel so good,” he murmured, his breath warming against the skin of your neck. It was almost ticklish, especially when he started to press feather-light kisses on the area, occasionally throwing in a gentle bite. 

His teeth just barely pressed into your flesh, so delicate it made you quiver. You didn’t know how much longer you would last, head pressing into the pillow as you bared your neck, giving him more space to mark up. 

His hand trailed downward, letting go of your chest to snake its way to your sex, finding your clit with ease. You let out a gasp, though it quickly fell to a moan as he started rubbing the sensitive nub in a circle. 

You could feel your core tighten, his breath hitching in tandem. You were so close, practically clinging to the edge as you tried your best to not cum so soon. Who knew when the next time you two would have the time to do this?  

As if sensing your worry he whispered sweet nothings into your skin, trying to sooth your nerves. He almost felt bad for making you wait so long, resolving to make sure to take better care of you after this.

But right now, all he wanted was to feel you cum around him, his thrusts speeding up and getting sloppier as he started to lose control, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he groaned. He lapped at the sweat pricking your neck, leaving a patch of saliva in his wake. 

“C-lose,” you stutter out, rolling your hips into the hand playing with your clit. 

Doombringer managed to rein himself in just enough to utter out a single command, “Cum for me - cum on me baby.” 

Like a string snapping, your walls clenched around him as your orgasm washed over you, muscles tightening as you came. It spilled around his cock, dripping down the remaining length that he couldn’t fit inside of you and pooling at his tightening balls. 

His tail tightened around your thigh, almost hard enough to sting as he thrust himself as far as he could into your fluttering pussy, still not all the way. 

He came as you did, waves of hot cum spurting inside of you and filling you beyond what you thought possible. It seemed the time has increased the amount as well, filling you with so much cum it spilled from your hole, leaving creamy white rings of seed along his cock as he shallowly thrust into you, having to pull out just to make space for the rest of it. 

Your stomach bulged with it, a small bump at your abdomen. Doombringer was the one to point it out, drawing your attention to it as he pressed down onto it, amused with how you squirmed and shook as he did. 

Your body twitched with the aftershocks of your orgasm, hole winking at him as he pulled out, cum spilling from your hole as he did. In a small trance, he lifted his finger from your slick-wet clit and moved to scoop out the dripping seed. 

Your nerves were slightly thankful for the break, though it didn’t last long as he started to press the cum back into you, not letting a single drop go to waste. He’d make sure to properly clean you up later. 

Maybe it was his instincts speaking to him, or the slight sleepiness and exhaustion — but part of him couldn’t help but imagine you, round and full of something other than his cum. 

It’d be a good excuse to get away from work, he thought. As cruel as the admins were, they weren’t going to deny a husband of his family. 

Besides, even if they did, he was sure you’d be a lot happier with them. They’d be able to keep you company while he was gone. 

Plus, what type of man would he be if he wasn’t willing to give his beloved wife a family?