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Tears streaming down his flushed face, his body trembling, trying to resist succumbing to your touch, his mouth agape as cries of pleasure filled the empty janitor's closet.
“Mmmh? What is it, Waterboy?”
“P-ple-pleee!”
You squeezed his cock, its head angry and leaking. Herman's hips jerk forward slightly; his grip on the metal shelving tightens.
“Please, what?”
Herman bites his lip, trying to focus on what to say, his mind drowning in ecstasy.
“I…I wa-want…C…ca-an I….”
You give his cock head a kiss before picking up the pace.
“You wanna cum?” you mumble against his cock, your tongue darting out to lick up his leaking mess.
He nods desperately, moaning at your hot tongue. “Y-Yes! P-pl-please m-may I please please please!?” he begs.
You slow your hand and let his cock free from your mouth; he whimpers at the loss. He tries thrusting into your hand to chase the high that he was ever so close to, until you push his hip back against the shelves. Knocking some off some cleaning supplies, but keeping him in place and you in control.
“Mhm, I don’t know Hermie, only good boys deserve to cum.”
His cock twitched in your hand. You picked up the pace again, squeezing his cock a little tighter as you did.
“Do you deserve it?”
“Y-yes!”
A slow jerk made him shake; his body was on the edge, the coil in his stomach ready to snap and allow this wave of pleasure to finally wash over him.
“I need you to say it, Hermie.”
“S-say wh-?”
“I'm a good boy.”
God, you were trying to kill him; his heart was beating out of his chest. He didn't know how much longer he could go on, or if he even wanted it to stop.
He swallowed,
“I-i'm aah… go-goood b-b-boy”
You inched closer; he could feel your hot breath on his cock.
“Again.”
He whined, watching you.
“I-im a go-goood b-boy.”
You let him move his hips, thrusting into your hand desperately as he wants to needs to cum.
“Mhm, who's my good boy?”
“I-I am! M-me!”
“Cum for me, my good boy.” You command, before taking the tip into your mouth, caressing it with your tongue.
He cries out, throwing his head back, his vision going white as you continue milking the poor man's cock. Stroking his shaft while sucking on the tip. The room fills with broken moans and gasps for breath.
He felt as though he had just run a marathon. He's never felt so good before; he wasn't sure he'd be able to finish his shift today.
You freed his sensitive cock from your grasp, craddling his watery cum on your tongue, before swallowing as you watched him collapse before you.
You hummed, taking in the sight of a dishevelled Herman.
Messy wet hair, cheeks wet with water and tears, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, cock on full display for you.
Herman Hermie Waterboy had never seen a more beautiful sight
Eyes blown, messy hair, your body covered in a mix of water and sweat, shaking with anticipation as you lie bent over and bare for the man, for the hero before you.
Maybe it was your kindness, your adorable smile, the time you punched Flambae in defence of the poor wet man.
No matter the rhyme or reason, Waterboy was wrapped around your finger.
“H-hermie,” you whined, lifting your hips slightly, giving the man a better view of your pussy. “Please.
His cock was like the rest of his body, lacking in girth but more than making up for it in length; a small mix of precum and water leaked from its tip.
”O-o-of cou-course.” He muttered, breaking the trance your body had cast upon him. He took a small step towards you, one hand slowly stroking his length as he placed a wet gentle hand on your hip, aligning his cock against your warm cunt.
“Ar…ar…y-you..c-c..can I..ple-!.”
The broken words died in his throat as you pushed your hips back, taking Waterboys' hard cock in one go.
“Just fuck me.” You ordered
“Yes, ma’am”, he whimpered, digging his nails into your hips as he thrust into you, trying to find a good pace.
He was inexperienced, but needy. Thrusts sloppy but deep in the best way, wet hands ran along your body, savouring each touch of you. Herman didn’t know if he’d ever get this chance again, to fuck you, to be this close to you; he wanted to remember every part of you for the rest of his life.
A symphony of ecstasy filled the room, your combined moans and cries of pleasure bounced off the walls as Waterboy continued to lose himself in you. His body now draped over yours, cock hitting the deepest parts of you, while Herman, whether lost in pleasure or filled with confidence, began kissing and sucking your neck, sure to leave marks behind in his path.
“T-th-thaaa-thaaaank y-yooo-yyyyou.” He whimpered in your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppier.
He was close.
So close.
“I..I..m’gonna..”
“AGHK.”
Herman shot up in bed, his stomach (that had been used as a launchpad for one of the many cats) aching. He groaned, falling to his side on the bed.
As he slowly shook off the weariness of sleep, the foggy memories of his dream became clear.
Waterboy felt his face turn red, burying himself under his plastic-wrapped pillows, wondering how he was supposed to face the sweet receptionist at work after a dream like that.
His eyes bulged at your question, he had never been asked, never been offered such a thing before, let alone from someone he believed himself to have an unrequited crush on.
His heart beat faster with nervous excitement as he tried to formulate a response.
"I.. would.. I mean .. if you want..I..please yes." He mumbled
Having been granted permission you pull out his cock and dont waste time before taking him into your mouth.
What he lacks in girth he makes up for in length. His cock easily hitting the back of your throat. Your tongue running along its length as you Bob your head.
Herman was trying his best to be quiet, he hadn't felt something so good before in his life!
Your throat was so warm, you were taking him all, so deep and good he felt like he was melting.
You barely open your eyes, taking him in. His red cheeks and blown out eyes, he is loving this. You hum around his cock, before gently taking his hand and placing it on the back on your head before swallowing his cock once more.
He tentatively raised his hand just above your head, "C...C...Can H-hand.. Head..."
"OooHhh....mhmmm...ah."
For a moment his hand sat there, following the movement of your head, before in a small moment of new found courage he gentle gripped your hair and pushed you down on his cock.
He held you against him for a moment before he started thrusting into your mouth.
They started out small and gentle but quickly turned into fast and desperate.
"I..I. Need too. S-s...sorry.. sorry sorry!
He gripped your hair with both hands and gave a final thrust before cumming down your throat.
He held you in place, his grunt and moans were music to your ears as you swallowed everything he gave you.
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That may be how he found himself in a place most divine.
Between your thighs.
Your body perched upon your father's bloody altar, where Gale himself had been bound not hours ago. Your nails dig into the blood-soaked stone as a melody of moans escapes your lips, spurring the wizard on as he puts his practiced tongue to good use.
Even if he wouldn’t care to admit it, there was something about your violent nature that enraptured Gale. He remembers the days early in your adventure when he witnessed you lay carnage to the goblin camp, sparing none to dare enter your line of sight. Soaked in the warm blood of the fanatic cultists.
If he had been asked what he thought of you that night, he would have called you a visage of beauty.
Your overly violent tendencies didn’t stop in the battle, though; they also extended to your more nightly activities.
(Whether this is a blessing or a curse, Gale is still unsure)
He still remembers the night he confessed his love for you, his desire to spend the remainder of his days with you, and how you enamored him so much he forgot his goddess.
The scars from your passionate coupling still rest upon him.
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So I just watched Wicked Yesterday and I just gotta ask..
Did the library scene stress anyone else out?! Like I kept seeing them step and sit on the books and I was just mouth agape wanting to scream at them to stop! Like why! Why the books!
(The rest of the movie was amazing, cried much more than I thought I would)
(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)
My teifling Tav Veltari apologizing to Gale for dealing with his sass.
Gale had awoken to a small stringed bag with a carefully folded letter resting outside his tent.
He stared down at the gift for a moment before casting mage hand to retrieved the parcel for him. (To save his aching knees)
The folded letter has one word visible atop of it.
A name.
Veltari
He raised a brow before shifting his gaze towards Veltari's tent, where he saw the purple teifling tuning her lute strings. Her eyes shifting between the strings and Gale, watching him in an attempt to gauge his reaction.
Gale's focus returned to the bag and letter, the latter of the two he opened first
Dear Gale
Wyll suggested that I give you an apology for punching you. But I'm honestly not sorry about that.
I am however sorry about breaking your nose, I hadn't meant to do that and I am sorry, but not for the punch that was deserved.
Anyways I hope the gift is an acceptable apology.
Sincerely Veltari
Gale raised a brow again and looked directly at Veltari, who's entire attention had shifted to reading Gale's expression.
He sighed, looking back down at the bag and gently pulled at the string, allowing Gale to peak inside.
Gloves?
Gale gently pulled out the gloves, running his fingers over the old leather, thinking they were just an old part of gloves.
But then, he feels it.
A soft call, beckoning Gale to the gloves, he pulled the gloves closer to his chest, and he felt, in a way, calmed.
He smiled before looking back up at Veltari,
"Enchanted Gloves?" He asked
Veltari's ears tinted pink as she resumed tuning her lute,
"Yea... To help with your.. problem."
Gale nodded, looking back down at he gloves.
"Well, I'm not one to refuse an apology, even less than eloquent one, when given, your forgiven."
Veltari refused to look Gale in the eye, the tip of her ears turning a darker shade of purple.
"And despite your lack of an apology overall I shall forgive you as well."
My Tiefling Bard Tav(Veltari) dealing with Gale's sass
"You're not versed in magic are you?" Gale asked.
The question sprung a raised brow on the Tiefling face. Staring at the wizard as though he had sprouted horns like her own.
"Well... I'd say I'm more familiar with the tales spun about magical misadventures but as you have seen yourself I am quite familiar with casting a healing touch or misty step." She replied, believing the worm had eaten away at Gale's memories.
"Oh, I do apologize. I meant to ask if you're studied in magic. Mainly are you a wizard, which you are not."
She blinked, staring at the wizard and wondering exactly how much of his brain was eaten away by the parasite.
Gale opened his mouth to speak, but the only sound that filled the air was the sickening crunch of Veltari's fist meeting his face.
He groaned, stumbling back and holding the bridge of his nose, droplets of blood spilling forth. The tiefling held her own hand, a small bruise forming on her knuckles.
"If you're so studied I'm sure healing a broken nose is child's play for you." She smirked, walking away from the bloodied and bruised wizard.
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