velkhana.

“Here.”

You smiled, grasping the book. Your fingers brushed across his own much larger hand in the process. You paid no mind to it other than the warmth of his skin and brush of his fur— warmth flooded your cheeks. Inappropriate imagery drifted across your mind. You wished he would stay.

“Thank you. I'll read it tonight.”

His fingers now danced along your inner thighs as you panted, bathed in a delightful afterglow. His fingers shined with your own release, inner thighs slick with arousal as he pulled them from your core.

It felt wonderful, but you wanted more. Your blood was still hot and your clit still throbbed, you wanted to get rid of that distinctive empty aching.

“Please don't tell me you're finished, My Lord.”

He had been looking away from you, golden eyes glancing to meet yours for a moment. They pin you to the bed, though hesitancy is clear behind the strength.

You reach up and tangle fingers through the fur along his face, brushing along his horns. His voice rumbles in your chest.

“Thou is always so greedy.”

You smile at him, heart still knocking against your chest. Still do you want him, you don't think you'll ever be satisfied until you feel the weight of him pinning you down as he makes you his; The feeling of his fur on your skin.

“It is greed to desire you? If so then I suppose I’m guilty, cast me down and throw me to the-”

Morgott groans, one of his hands moving to your hip. It is delightful to feel how much it covers, how his thumb pushes into the soft flesh inside your hip bone while still wrapping around to your back.

“Quiet,”

He lifts your hips, pulling your lower back off the bed. You've learned to navigate such extreme differences in size quite quickly. He finds his own size clumsy and in the way— you find it delightful. How his hands can fully encircle your body, the burn of your thighs trying to part for him. Perhaps his massive tail and rough fur surprised you in that dark library at first, but now it’s simply Morgott.

You've spared no expense in detailing how much you enjoy when he cages you like this, or how you feel so safe and warm when he stands behind you with a hand on your shoulder.

Each time he'll scoff at you, attempting not to take any of it to heart. You'll puff out your cheeks and sigh and getting your affections swatted away once again. He doesn’t allow himself to simply accept them.

The only thing that gets a different reaction is when you are ruthlessly overt; You look at him and tell him how much you miss him. That it's so cold, you need his warmth. Those will get you wide, golden eyes that stare at you shocked, before he shushes your harlotry that you had the gall to display. His insults held like old paper however, and you could always hear the slight waiver. He still would think even then you were simply teasing him.

This time however he hadn’t just scolded you, he shooed you off and told you to wait; That he would deal with you later. You make him feel like a beast in heat, and he hates it.

“A voracious little thing. Does nothing but my torment satisfy thee?”

Being overt is not your forte, however Morgott simply makes it so easy.

“I can think of a few other things, if you need them listed, my lord.”

He gives a displeased grumble from deep within his chest in response. Shortly thereafter you hear the huffs of him adjusting to move himself closer to you, then notching the head of his cock against your entrance. His hand pushes to the bed near your head, fingers spread wide; You briefly admire the sheer size of his hand before you’re abruptly pulled back to present. Slowly but surely you feel him push into you, the head of his cock popping past your entrance, and your body pliantly gives way as your thighs also spread and yield to him.

His much larger body makes yours always struggle to accommodate, and even now you still feel your hips ache as he sinks himself as deep as he can. A sharp squeak bursts from your throat as he buries himself, unyielding and almost too large. His cock drags along every sensitive bit as he pulls away before snapping back into your heat, sending what feels like lightening up your spine.

The moans you let out spur Morgott on, and the sound of skin on furred skin fills the room along with the heady smell of sweat and sex. The sight of you bare underneath him is still one that he finds almost impossible; Not much time ago did he consider all of this just filthy, perverted machinations of his mind. Him yearning for something he was so stupid and selfish for desiring.

But yet somehow it happened, and he feels your hands attempt to hold onto his arms for stability as you bite your lip— breathy moans still slip through and make the blood in his ears thump harder. His tail knocks against the end of the bed, draping over the side and hitting his horns against the wooden frame as his hips slap against yours. A few times his mind perks as if someone was knocking, but he would be too deep in you to consider anything else even if it had been real.

Why would he ever when the one being in this world that doesn’t treat him like a disgusting beast is splayed out before him, hair a mess and skin flushed. Your cunt feels so hot and tight, now that he’s had a taste he doesn’t think he ever would be able to stop. You’ve absolutely drenched his cock, so slick that there isn’t even the slightest bit of resistance. His muscles ripple underneath his fur as he fucks you with restraint. He doesn’t want to risk hurting you, but you test him by continuously singing his name like a mantra and begging for more. Greedy, always greedy, why for him he’ll never know.

“Ah! You can, H-”

The feeling of your body clenching around him, of your pleased whimpers and mewls, he couldn't last much longer with the way your muscles flutter around him.

He moves to pull back and leave you, quickly— but your heels dig into him and hips instinctively follow to try and keep him close, and that’s enough to break him entirely. He grits his teeth and groans as he cums, filling you entirely. His cock throbs, it feels like it never ends. Each time he feels like he’s done, another jolt runs right up his spine as his cock twitches and he cums more. But once he finally does stop, he hisses through his teeth and pulls out while listening to your gasps at the sudden empty feeling and the way cum dribbles down your folds. It feels like his heart is in his stomach for a moment, when he sees it.

“I, apologize— I did not-”

He hadn't meant to, he found it distasteful and selfish to sully your body with it. He would usually pull away from you and finish himself, ignoring your discontent pleas at the sudden emptiness. But you were so blissful and sensitive, delighted by the warmth and softness of his body. Breathless words tumbled from your mouth without filter.

“More,”

He hesitates, listening as you mewl like a feline. His brow almost hurts from how hard it’s furrowed.

“Again… Please Morgott…”

He wants to. He yearns for it, but he keeps fighting it. Only a few times have you both been together like this, it’s still unfamiliar to him.

You are so soft and kind, you deserve more than him. More than an Omen with malformed proportions and tainted blood. His horns are overgrown, hideous spurs; Your damned tongue convinced him to stop sawing them all but the few nearest his eyes. It was pointless anyways, they always grew back so quick.

“Stop hesitating, I won't suddenly change my mind.”

Out of breath, he can hear your heart racing in your chest as you mutter up to him.

“I want all of you.”

Morgott shatters like stained glass, his chest forcing out all the air as he pulls you closer again. His still hard cock presses against your messy folds, and it doesn't take much for him to notch against your entrance again. He pushes inward more roughly, cockhead popping past your entrance and making you gasp. You were already prepared for him, by him, and so your body welcomes him back with ease. Doing so forces some of his own cum out and around his cock, making an even larger mess against well worn blankets. You seem to not mind at all, and if anything, seem well eager for him to turn you into a sloppy, well fucked heap in his royal bed.

His hips hit yours hard enough that you swore they might bruise, but the feeling of his weight on you was everything you could ever want. The way you can hear him pant above your head, the slap of his balls against your bottom, how your cunt stretches so wide around his cock. Your moans were loud enough to echo throughout the massive room, while Morgott’s mind swirled between mindless lust and the endless guilt of a man cursed.

“You would let an Omen sully something so-”

A particularly sharp thrust of his hips sends moans flowing from your mouth, the sharp smack of skin on skin fails to drown out your voice.

“Yes! Yes!”

Pressed between the blankets and furs and his own wide chest, the heat is enough that the cold evening couldn't touch you. His breath is hot against your skin as he looms over you. Now leaned on his forearms his full weight cages your boy— your world is just him.

Sometimes, he wonders if it's all an illusion. If some foul magic or creature has manipulated him with his one weakness. It was the option easier for his mind to accept, rather than a woman such as you, so beautiful and kind, desiring him so. Not just chastely, but carnally. Welcoming him into your deepest places, ruining them all— it seems to delight you so. If you wanted to be sullied by an Omen, then he could oblige.

He could feel how tight you are, how your entrance stretches and struggles to fit him. You'll only desire for him, body molded for him, by him. The thought is one makes him guilty, but it never fails to send a jolt right down to his groin.

To make every night like this one, to fill you until there's no more room and it sticks to your thighs in a mess. Afterwards he’d always be able to smell himself on you, marked as his and desiring for no other.

As of late you always did smell faintly of him; From sleeping in the same bed, from holding his hand. But to smell it mixed with that distinctive heady scent…

His hips snap forward and smack against your thighs, earning a sharp moan from you as he drives as deep into you as he can possibly venture. Any higher function that allowed him to speak was quickly deteriorating, melting into a far more feral state he would surely come to regret. The way your cunt flutters around him could almost make him go mad, balls smacking against your bottom as he drives himself into you as deep as he possibly could.

He keeps you at just the right height and from sliding away from the force of his own hips, hand gripping your waist to hold you there. Your difference in size could be cumbersome, but now he only cares about the soft mewls you let out as your cunt wraps around his cock like a vice. It feels like you're trying to pull him into you and keep him there, each time he pulls away your walls are so eager to pull him back in.

Months ago he remembers being thrown off by your sudden kiss under a weeping willow tree; He thought your hair looked perfect under the moon and the Erdtree glow. It was his first and it felt like it lingered on his lips afterward, and in his mind. Now what seemed like moments later, he grimaces and huffs as your nails dig trenches into his skin and you cry out.

He swears he can hear your heart beat— he can see the soft sheen of sweat on your skin. Your cunt clenches around him and attempts to hold him within you as you cum, toes curling and muscles tensed and aching. That unfettering heat was intoxicating; He had no plans to leave you. Lyendell could collapse around him and he wouldn't care.

That building tightness in his body snaps and he grits his teeth, harsh breaths through his nose as he finishes again into you. This time however he seats himself in you to the base, pushing your thighs forward almost against your stomach and painting parts of you untouched by anything else.

He lingers for a bit, laying over you panting as his cock rests inside of you. Only after a few minutes and when he’s caught his breath does he slowly pull from you and hear your whimpers as your cunt aches with emptiness. Instantly cum leaks out from you, and Morgott leans away to see the mess he’s made of you.

He truly is unfathomably selfish— to take something as beautiful as you and keep it all to himself, rendering it a mess.

Your legs fell from around his hips and dropped to the bed, your body limp. When you move to slip yourself beneath the blankets you’d somewhat made a mess of, moving your legs made you whimper.

“Ah, I can already feel how sore I will be tomorrow.”

Morgott looks down on you with tired, golden eyes and tentatively brushes a bit of hair away from your forehead. He doesn’t follow you beneath those blankets at first, he doesn’t need them, but he does when you pull them back and try to push him in. He speaks plainly to you in response.

“Then rest.”

A queen can spend a day in bed if she wishes. And I will make you a queen, if I could be so selfish.

He gets so lost in his own thoughts of you bathed in your favorite color embossed with gold filigree that he barely realizes you're moving to settle in and sleep until you attempt to push him to lie back. Your hands spread across his furred chest, putting your weight into it and attempting to move him despite being twice your size.

He always stiffens when you touch him like this. You nudge yourself between his side and arm, now securely held against him. He watched the entire time, eyes examining as if he still finds this confusing, even if it's not the first time. Perhaps it wasn't routine, but it shouldn't be surprising.

You hum contently as you feel the softness of his fur warm your body; Never have you felt this safe and comfortable as his body cradles you. It only takes moments for you to fall asleep, however Morgott lingers awake for far longer and simply watches.

In the morn, you lay on his chest and hum content, feeling his soft fur on your skin. His fingers drift along the notches of your spine, and you suddenly see his normally furrowed face become more displeased. You hum and raise your eyebrows, curiously egging him on to speak up. He stares displeased for a moment longer before actually saying something. His hand moves upward to brush along your shoulder.

“Thou is in pain.”

You sleepily hum at him again. Movement does make you wince, but you do a good job at hiding it from him.

“Only sore.”

Morgott huffs. You attempt to shrug it off but he sees through it, not that you mind either way. Perhaps he couldn’t see your teasing or you innuendos, but he could quite easily catch you in a lie.

“It will keep you on my mind all day, I know that.”

You smile a bit coy and bite your lip, and he huffs. His drooping eyes resist the urge to roll at your crassness.

“Filth. Thy brain is festered with nothing but filth.”

His disappointment in you makes you laugh, and there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes you warm.

Curse or not, you love him. Every moment only makes it grow. No one has cared about you so diligently, and so kindly. And despite his lamentations, you wouldn’t deny that his physical appearance while technically a curse, does appeal to you greatly. Morgott has given everything and asked for nothing in return.

No normal man could keep you so warm and safe. Make you feel so small and delicate, and push your senses to the absolute limit. This is new to him, all of this— so you dampen your feelings a bit. Morgott tends to take your teasing as lying or manipulation, and so you try to be calmer about it.

“Thou should cease with this. Tis cruel to taunt one with what they cannot have.”

He'd said it to you when you were fawning over a book, of it's romance. You'd been looking at him trying to make a point, but instead he’d taken it as teasing. If only he knew how much your heart had been racing, trying to see if he would catch that you wanted to go on a moonlit stroll with him.

There had been other things in that book that had enthralled you, but you neglected to tell those. Of an evening walk, a flower field, a balcony. Perhaps one day.

Your hands grasp at him, trying to pull yourself closer. You attempt to push into him, wiggling to get comfortable in the crook of his side and arm. Morgott looks towards the door for a moment, feeling you press your cheek against him.

He should get up; Men need orders, things need doing.

But he's given everything for this kingdom, and they've given him nothing in return. He never asked for a thing, and they couldn't even bestow upon him kindness. Only you could.