yoru

"is it in your nature to be this annoying?"

"what? you're no fun," you pouted, retracting your hand holding the shot glass. "don't tell me... you can't handle hard liquor?"

blade grumbles, crossing his arms. "don't be ridiculous."

it was supposed to be a celebration for the end of you and blade's mission, but it seems like he wasn't too into these sort of things. you were quite the opposite of him. outgoing, extroverted. he's coldー exactly like ice. it's not the easiest trying to have a conversation with him, it's almost like he shuts you down in an instant with a one-liner every time you try. however, he has more or less opened up to you compared to the first time you joined the stellaron hunters.

blade finds it weird how he naturally gravitates towards you. everyone knows he likes to keep to himself, it's just how he is. but somehow, he was entertaining you and this silly celebration of yours which he has told you multiple times that it was unnecessary. you just make him feel so... welcomed, is the only way he could describe it. though you can be quite annoying at timesー or all the time, he doesn't find himself mad at you.

even now, when you're drunkenly babbling nonsense, he's still entertaining you. even you find it weird. that thought lasts no longer than a few seconds though, as you downed the shot that you had poured for blade prior.

you're handing him a shot glass again, and your face is so... red. you looked so vulnerable, a sight he's never seen before. were you drunk? it seemed so, with the way you were swaying, pushing that shot glass in his face. how annoying, he thinks. you couldn't even handle a few shots without being drunk? "just one? c'mon, blade."

fine, he will. only because he wants to drinkー not because he thinks you're too fucking cute with that pout on your face begging him to down one together with you. definitely not.

and so, he does. he takes the shot glass from your hand, and he feels the heat radiating off your skin; a pleasant kind of warmth. he downs it in one go, and your eyes light up immediately. "so you can take hard liquor," you chuckle, clapping your hands.

"i never said i couldn't," he sighs, setting the empty shot glass down.

you've been pouring him glass after glass, matching every shot he takes. at this point, you're already more or less at your limit from the way you're speaking with no filter. to be honest, he's not really interested in whatever stories you have to tell. he's more so worried from the way you're clumsily spilling the liquor everywhere.

"enough already. you're drunk," he says, but you don't think so, at least not yet. you can still think. "i'm not," you try, hands reaching towards the bottle yet again.

"don't bother trying to convince me," he says, taking the bottle away from you swiftly. "bladeー"

"don't 'blade' me," he stands up, glancing in your direction. "get up, we're going."

you shake your head. "please, just a little longer," you plead, pulling on his sleeve to prevent him from leaving. "i have something to tell you."

"save it for tomorrow. stand up," he says, unmoving. he sees you stumbling as you try to stabilize yourself, holding onto the table for support.

his attempt to support you proves futile, with you falling backwards onto the couch and dragging him down with you. he's on top of youー in such close proximity you feel his breath fan against your face. non-drunk you would've been blushing profusely and pushing him off, but partially-drunk you couldn't be bothered to be embarrassed about this position. before he has a chance to get off you, you blurt out the words, i want you.

"nonsense," is the first thing he tells you. noー you probably don't mean it. it's just you spilling out drunken nonsense again. what do you even mean by that anyway?

it's when you shake your head, repeating the same three words, even adding a 'really' before 'want', that for a split second, he thinks it might be genuine. it all happens too fast, he barely registers you grabbing onto his shirt, and before he can say anything, you're pulling him down for a kiss, slamming your lips onto his.

there’s no hesitation; he relaxes into the kiss immediately. you taste like pure alcohol from the drinking session just a while ago, but even so, there’s an underlying hint of sweetness on your lips. he finds it hard to pull away, you’re just so intoxicating. he wants more, more of youー more of everything from you. you can tell he does, just by the way he’s slipping his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss even further.

you feel so hot, so warm, almost as if someone turned off the air conditioner. you pop the first few buttons of your top open, revealing just a little bit more skin. subconsciously, your knee starts rubbing against his crotch, and he breaks away from the kiss immediately.

“and what do you think you’re doing?” he asks, making you freeze. “mm, nothing.”

“nothing?” he repeats, moving your knee away. “you’re drunk," he says for the umpteenth time tonight.

“then tell me to stop,” you boldly demand, moving your knee back to the same position, grinding against his crotch once more. you don’t miss the way he lets out a soft exhale, the bulge in his pants growing bigger each time you rub against it. “tell me you don’t want it.” your hands glide across his chest, finger hooking onto the neckline of his top. “tell me you don’t want to fuck meー tell me."

…he won’t. he won’t tell you to stop. to say he’s been waiting a long time for this was an understatement. he wants you, so, so bad. he’s not going to let an opportunity like this slip away, for it might not happen again. in fact, he might not even know if any of you would bring this up after; you might not remember. but for now, he’ll make this worth his timeー and especially worth yours.

large hands pry your knees apart, slotting himself in-between. “oh, i’ll fuck you alright,” he assures, pulling your shorts down, rubbing his thumb against your covered cunt. you’re absolutely soaked. he couldn’t wait to see your bare pussy in all its glory, and of course, his dick inside it. he grinds his clothed bulge against you, eliciting a gasp from you.

he doesn’t bother to take your panties off, it wasn’t necessary. after all, blade is an impatient man. he's not going to waste anymore time removing those pesky undergarmentsー he needs to feel you now.

he slides your panties to the side, slotting two fingers into your cunt. you take them so easily with how wet you are. it squelches embarrassingly each time he pumps his fingers in and out of you, but you're too focused on how his fingers are making you feel to be ashamed. "blade," you moan out, his fingers curling inside you.

too good. his fingers felt too good. his thumb rubs circles on your clit, your back arching into his touch. were you just super turned on, or was he just that skilled? not that it mattered, you felt like you were in heaven. you don't even want to imagine how skilled he would be with his cockー you're just drooling thinking about it.

"too loud," he complains, but he fucks a third finger into you anyway, as if you wouldn't moan louder. it's the middle of the night, door locked; no one's going to hear. he knows that very well, but he's not going to admit that he wants to hear more of your moansー it's more fun that way. your moans go straight to his cock, making it twitch and throb against his pants. he's so mean, you think. always says one thing but means the opposite.

his fingers pull out of your sopping wet cunt, translucent strings following as he pops his digits into his own mouth. he lets you watch him; his tongue slurping your juices off his fingers, making sure he gets to savor every taste of you. fuck, you taste so good, it has his head spinning. how? he could taste you for the rest of his life.

he would go straight for the source of your delicious taste, but he doesn't have the patience for that right nowー he's sure you feel the same. his fingers are eagerly undoing his pants, pulling them down slightly to pull his cock out.

"what? stop staring," he grumbles, but how could you not? the length and girth of his cock had your jaw dropping. it honestly intimidated you a bit; it'd be a challenge to fit it inside you. "i'm not staring! just..."

he spits in his hand, rubbing the liquid all over his cock. he catches the way your eyes flicker between his face and his cock in worry, and he can't help but give you some reassurance.

"i'll make it fit. you just lay here andー" he starts, rubbing his cockhead around your hole. he slowly pushes in, your hole opening up and swallowing him in immediately. "ーtake it. fuck."

"ahー blade, nnh," you whine in satisfaction as pushes more of himself inside you, your legs spreading open on its own to take more of him. he leans down, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. he pushes your legs further back, finally bottoming out inside you after what felt like ages. he lets you take a short breather, before he starts thrusting.

blade isn't the type to go slow and let you adjustー he fucks you as fast and hard as he can from the beginning. it's not like he doesn't have the stamina to back him up. he wants to hear you scream in pleasure, to fuck you dumb until you can't say anything but his name.

but he can't exactly do that when you're squeezing around his cock like that. it was clear from the start how tight of a fit it would be, but he didn't know it would feel this tight. he doesn't know if you're doing it intentionally, but you clamp around him every single time he thrusts, and it's driving him crazy.

"shitー stop clenching," blade says, licking a stripe up your neck. "or i'll really fuck you 'till you can't walk tomorrow."

"is that supposed to be a threat?" you chuckle, and he grunts. you wrap your legs around him, pushing him deeper into you. he shudders.

you make him so hard, he wants to blow his load in you, on you, everywhere. you're not hisー yetー but he wants everyone to know that you are. "annoying... even when i'm fucking you."

he pulls his cock out until only the tip is left, before slamming his entire length back into you. you cry his name out again and again, the room filled with nothing but moans and groans, skin-against-skin slapping. he's pounding the air straight out of your lungs, you find it hard to breathe. you find yourself kissing him again, this time, sloppily, as he continues thrusting into you.

blade flips you around so that you're on top of him. his fingers grip your waist tight, guiding you up and down his cock as you ride him. you grind against the base of his cock occasionally, letting his cock rub against your cervix. where did you learn this from? who taught you how to please a man this well? fuck, don't get jealous now.

"so close, blade, i can't," you're whining, hands on his chest for support. you're panting, and your legs feel like jelly every time you try to lift yourself up. you're so fucked out you can barely catch your breath, but you need to cum so bad. "i knowー shit, stop moving."

and you do. you sit prettily on his cock, letting him fuck his cock up into your sopping wet pussy. you take it, take it so well for him he can't help but pull you down into his arms. you're so good to him.

you're definitely drunkー drunk on his cock. you're drooling on his shirt from the way his arms are tight around you, his dick drilling deep into your insides. blade pants in your ear, one hand reaching down to slap your ass.

"make me cum, please, pleaseee," you whine into his chest, coming out muffled. but he hears you loud and clear, and he flips you around yet again. "yeah? you wanna cum?"

his fingers furiously rub against your clit, and you arch your back in response. maybe the alcohol in your system was intensifying every sensation, but for a moment all you see is a flash of white, and the knot near your stomach snaps. "blade!"

you cry out his name as you cum, your nails clawing into his biceps, body twisting around. your orgasm makes your pussy squeeze around his cock to the point that his cock starts pulsing inside you. he couldn't stop himself from cumming, you felt too good.

"oh fuck, cummingー" he's stuttering as he nestles his cock deep inside you, releasing his warm cum all inside you. you tighten around him again at the feeling, milking him for all that his worth. he pulls his spent cock out of your hole instantly, rubbing the dribbles of cum on his cockhead against your folds. you pout at the loss of his cock filling your insides. you're so tired, your eyes are closing.

it takes only a few seconds before thick white globs drip down your ass, ultimately staining the surface the both of you were on. "why did you pull out?" you asked lazily, relaxing your body.

"what, you're not satisfied?" he questions, playing with the mess at your entrance. "i'll stuff you full againー if that's what's you want."

...

"...y/n."

too bad you don't hear him; you're already fast asleep, tiredness overtaking your body. you looked somewhat peaceful.

"annoying," blade mumbles to himself.

but he thinks you’re cute.

I am unfamiliar with French unfortunately, but I came up with pingouindoré69 as a username :)

Lyney was the one to suggest tacking on the '69' at the end 😅

His niche is definitely oceanic themed sets/roleplays. Freminet has a small room reserved just for his cam shows, painted blue with minimal furniture so that he can easily set up props and backgrounds

I definitely think he'd want his shows to be incredibly immersive when he does roleplays and such

His roleplays are scenarios such as: A diver getting fucked by tentacle monsters. An unsuspecting adventurer being ravaged by all sorts of monsters and creatures; depending on which dildo Freminet or the viewers choose~

Freminet is also well known for using all sorts of strangely shaped dildos (dragon dicks, horse dicks, lawachurl dicks, toys with knots at the base, toys with varying textures such as bumps and ridges, all different sizes 'n colours)

Owns a whole collection of tentacle dildos (that both Freminet himself and his audience fucking adore~)

The thin pink tip slides up into the young boy's hole as he slowly lowers himself onto the toy. It's a perfect replica of a classic tentacle; reddish-pink and covered in suckers from top to bottom. If the slutty moans pouring from the boy's mouth mean anything, they must indicate that those suckers feel heavenly as each and every one drags against his walls while he inserts the length

He carefully bounces on the tentacle, working it deeper inside with every downward thrust. The inside of his helmet grew steamier as the show went on, bringing an uncomfortable film of moisture to his milky skin. After a few minutes, the thick base of the tentacle pressed against the boy's ass cheeks — the entire length of the toy filled him up and made a slight bulge in his little tummy. A sight that the viewers thoroughly enjoyed~

The boy's cock bobbed with each thrust, begging to be touched and release all of that sticky cum trapped inside. Alas, our camboy's generous viewers had donated enough mora to already meet tonight's special punishment goal — 50,000 mora for the little diver to ignore his dick, forbidden from touching it even once. And he was a very good boy, so he torturously obeys the goal, crying inside of his helmet throughout every anal-only orgasm

—

Private shows are few and far between. Mainly reserved for special occasions, and even then the cost is rather steep. Freminet is just too shy to do one-on-one sessions often...but when they do occur? Ooohh baby–

The lucky viewer can request just about anything from him. Freminet won't remove his helmet and he sticks to his hard no's, but as long as your request is within his boundaries and capabilities, it's all fair game

They can bring out this boy's inner slut easily; making him degrade himself for their amusement. They can request that he use any number of the toys from his vast collection too

Make him stuff two monster dildos deep within his hole? Ask him to creampie himself with a fake cum pump inside of a massive tentacle toy? Request that he pinch his cute nipples and call himself “Daddy's little slut”?

Yep, Freminet will do it all~ If the viewer is kind enough to spend their mora on this private time with him, then they deserve a real treat!!

The viewers also fawn over his voice often. The echo from his helmet amplifies the abundance of whines, moans, and pleas that fall from his lips. His loyal viewers eat that up every time 💙

Freminet streams himself humping a pillow a couple times. Those shows quickly skyrocket in views, becoming some of his most popular streams

“Oh- oh gods...wa-wanna cum—!! ” The eager boy moans, thrusting wildly against his fluffy pillow. His head hangs low as overstimulation begins to kick in. Every 5,000 mora adds five more minutes to his humping session; every individual 10,000 mora donation delays his orgasm for just as long

Larger incremental donations mean that Freminet might do something such as calling himself a filthy whore (or whatever the viewer wants if they donate enough to add their own message), playing with his chest, or placing a vibrator underneath the pillowcase

Freminet's muscles ache as he's stuck grinding against the pillow for hours, his dick leaks clear precum everywhere. The fluid sticks to his lovely thighs with every drag against the pillow, and Freminet is left whining like an adorable whore the entire time

***

As Wriothesley tugged his belt free from the loops in his trousers, slow and methodical, he cracked a smirk and huffed out a short breath of a laugh, his voice echoing faintly throughout the room when he said, “Hey, you like magic tricks, don’t you?”

He knows you do. You wouldn’t stop talking about Lyney and Lynette’s latest performance— the deadly precision, the dazzling display of showmanship, the subversion of expectation that left you wonderstruck each and every time. So, when you gave a cute little smile and an eager nod, perking up at the prospect of potential entertainment, well…

The Duke just couldn’t help himself.

He was standing at the bottom of the staircase, biding his time, having enjoyed the view of you immersed deep into some fantasy world between a bundle of dog-eared pages, not a care or concern in the world other than what would become of the fictional characters you’d quickly grown attached to. About an hour or so ago, he’d told you to entertain yourself while he went off to attend to some urgent business, “Shouldn’t take long,” he’d said, and had slipped back into his office without you even noticing. Now, as you stared at him with awaiting, curious eyes, he flexed the belt in his hands, gently testing its strength and give. 

With a playful, beckoning wave of a gloved hand, he said, “Come ‘ere. I wanna show you something…” and you obediently obliged, rising from your seat behind his big desk, leaving your latest literary adventure lying open-faced on the tabletop, to follow after him down the winding spiral staircase and into the bedroom that was hidden below. Wriothesley gripped the strap of burgundy leather tightly in his hands, his fists flexing over it as if trying to contain his eagerness once you were standing before him by the bed, hands lightly clasped behind your back, staring up at him with those big, innocent doe-eyes that made him go a little insane inside.

“Now, watch very closely…” the Duke instructed, though with an air of light mockery as he pretended to sound like the magicians you were so taken by as of late. You hummed out a little giggle at his imitation and watched as he slipped the end of the belt back through the buckle, tugging it through and threading it back around to repeat the first motion, creating a sort of figure 8 design before wrapping the remainder of the leather all the way around and securing it through the middle of the buckle one final time. “Now, hold out your hands.” 

You gave him an inquisitive yet distrusting look, but even before your brain could finish coming up with possible outcomes of where this trick might lead, you were obeying his command and presenting him with both of your wrists side by side out in front of you.

The moment he slipped the widened gaps of the contraption he’d created around your delicate wrists, quickly pulling the loose end he’d looped through the buckle last to cinch the leather flush against your skin, you realized you’d walked right into his trap.

You let out a startled gasp and made small sounds of struggle as you tried to tug your wrists free, but to no avail. Wriothesley let out another one of those silky, sonorous chuckles that sent the flock of butterflies in your tummy aflutter, despite the fact you felt a little betrayed by him weaponizing your naivety against you.

“Really walked into that one, didn’t ya?” he rhetorically asked, crossing his arms and allowing himself to watch your pitiful attempts at escape for a little longer.

“This isn’t magic, it’s just a trick!” you accused, brows pinched slightly in an irritated scowl, still helpless against the worn leather.

“Ah, but, if you’d been paying attention,” Wriothesley began, holding up a finger in accentuation as he strode a few smooth paces closer, “you’d recall I never said I was showing you a magic trick. I simply asked if you liked magic tricks, then said I wanted to show you something.” He looped his extended pointer finger into one of the gaps, lightly pulling your bound wrists and, along with them, yourself, closer toward him.

Lowing his voice to what sounded like nearly a growl, some kind of sinister satisfaction flashing behind his silver gaze, he said, “See what happens when you make baseless assumptions?”

Honestly, Wriothesley was impossible sometimes. Whether it was his mind games or technicalities, he always seemed to find new ways of getting you right where he wanted you while making you do most of the work.

“Ok, show’s over,” you droned, giving him a blatantly unamused look now. “Let me go.”

To this, the Duke merely scoffed.

“Let you go?” he repeated, as if the notion was the most preposterous thing he’d heard all week. He clicked his tongue, shook his head, giving the cuffs another teasing tug, lips splitting into a crookedly amused grin when you let out a quiet, helpless gasp. “Now where’s the fun in that? Besides, I think you know better than most…” He leaned in, lips right beside your ear, and whispered, low and husky, “My prisoners are treated rather well here…”

“I’m not your prisoner,” you reminded him. “At least… Not anymore.”

Because, yes, while you’d once lived under his rule and his reign for the crime you’d committed, those days were now behind you. You’d served your sentence and then chosen to return to the outside world. You’d rather missed your friends and family in Fontaine and, while you’d considered yourself lucky to have gotten into good company with the Duke, you also felt you couldn’t just leave your old life completely behind you.

Hence why you only made trips down into the depths of the Fortress of Meropide for these very special, though oftentimes short visits. You’d gotten a taste of something in this place that the outside world just didn’t have to offer. But, if anyone else had ever been in your position, you doubted they could blame you for indulging the addiction.

“Ok then,” Wriothesley bartered. “Why don’t we make a deal then? You have the next five minutes to get out of these, and if you do, I’ll give you a special prize…” He narrowed his gunmetal gaze at you, something playfully cruel shimmering amidst all that mischievous silver. “But if you can’t, well—” He gave a nonchalant shrug and finished with a rather confident, “then I guess you’ll have to give me something instead.”

“Alright,” you agreed, lifting one eyebrow and now wearing a smirk yourself. “Challenge accepted.” And when you’d entered willingly into his little game, you’d really thought you’d stood a chance. How hard could it be to get out of handcuffs made of leather anyway? It’s not like he’d clapped the metal ones you knew he always kept on his person around your wrists instead. Those, as you’d experienced first hand, were absolutely inescapable.

But as the minutes passed, you struggling more and more with each one that ticked by, Wriothesley keeping an eye on his watch as he leaned back against the wall opposite the bed, eyes flicking up to watch you writhe and grunt as you tried and failed to pull your wrists free, you were beginning to regret being so cocky.

Besides, Wriothesley had never been one to let someone beat him at his own game.

“And… Three… Two… One,” Wriothelsey announced, marking the end of the challenge and your loss of the bet. “Better luck next time, hon,” he said through a mocking pout, looking only half apologetic for a second before approaching you again. “Guess it’s time you give the winner his prize.”

His tall shadow swallowed your form, eyes staring up at him in that delectably pleading, helpless way he’d grown so addicted to back when you were one of his inmates. Your face said you were awaiting punishment but your body was anticipating pleasure, that warm, rolling feeling of arousal tightening in your lower belly.

“Oh…” you rolled your eyes as Wriothesley pinned you to his bed, cuffed wrists clasped in one of his big, rough hands above your head. “And to think,” you teased, “that you’d be so predictable now.”

Wriothesley flashed you a dangerous look, one of a sharp-toothed smirk and half-lidded eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dim light, clicking his tongue as if disappointed in you, increasing his grip on the cuffs while he began to undo the button on his trousers with the other.

“So mouthy today,” he remarked, that familiar growl laced into his tone. The one that warned you you were on thin fucking ice. The one that you often ignored, kept on pushing just to see how far he’d let you go. More often than not, this earned you double the original punishment he’d had in store for you, but secretly, you liked that. Once Wriothesley had caught onto that fact, it hadn’t stopped him. He’d just learned how to twist things so he got to have a little fun too. “Guess I’ll have to remind you what happens when you talk back…”

Cock already hard and aching as he gripped it in his hand, you gasped when he roughly hiked up your skirt and grinded his erection against your dampening panties, your breath hitching in your chest every time his velvety tip brushed against your swollen, sensitive little clit, wanting more, needing more.

And Wriothesley knew he’d soon have you exactly where he wanted you. That defiant attitude of yours reduced to nothing more than a chorus of pathetic whines and pleading for him to “get inside me, please— Please, Wrio, I need it!”

And he’d give you what he wanted. No matter how much he tried to act cold and callous you knew he had a soft spot just for you. But before he did, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t use the opportunity to make you squirm just for the hell of it.

“Awww, what’s the matter, sweetheart?” the Duke cooed, words dripping with saccharine condensation. He used both hands to secure your hips as he grinded down against you harsher than before, nearly knocking the breath from his own lungs as he sighed out a strained, “Suddenly— fuck— at a loss for words?”

You were desperately trying to cant your hips upwards to gain more friction, but his firm grip on you made that impossible. You’d completely forgotten he’d let go of your wrists, though they were still securely bound, merely chasing the fleeting pleasure he was reluctantly granting you.

“Ok… Ok, Wrio, please—” you finally broke, sentence clipped off into a delicate, musical little mewl, soft as a feather floating on a breeze. “Please, I’ll be good, just— Please—”

Wriothesley couldn’t take much more of this either, so, per your unclarified request, he swiftly pushed your soaked panties aside and slipped two of his thick digits into your weeping cunt, sucking in a small hiss of a breath through clenched teeth when he curled his fingers inside and felt how tight your pussy was trying to squeeze him, craving something bigger to fill it up.

You shivered, already beginning to feel that tight coil in your core pulling taut, mouth hanging open in silent ecstasy, huffing out panting little breaths and eyes rolling beautifully as your back began to arch off the firm mattress. Wriothesley’s skilled fingers worked you over like it’s what they’d been designed to do, the calloused pad of his thumb rubbing rough circles over your pulsing little bud, gaze glued to your leaking little hole, mesmerized by how gorgeous you were like this, completely bent to his will.

“Archons, baby…” He said, soft and in awe like reciting a prayer, spreading your slick around like an artist creating his next masterpiece. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Fuck me, you wanted to answer. Fuck me until all I know is you, you, and nothing but you.

Wriothesley then seemed to come to some kind of conclusion, the contemplation shining in his eyes as fast and as bright as a shooting star. Then, he was gripping your hips again and flipping you over, instructing you to stay on your elbows and knees as he lined himself up with your fluttering entrance.

“Wrio…?” you asked, his name sounding fragile and broken and confused as it left your succulent little mouth.

He hushed you, gentle and reassuring, suddenly gone all sweet and soft for you like he usually tended to do, once he was done playing his games with you. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, leaning over you to press his warm, broad chest against your back. “Just trust me.”

Slowly, carefully, he began to nudge his way into your needy little hole, wrapping his arms around you and helping you to adjust until you found the position that felt the best for the both of you. Then, once he was fully inside and you were recovered from the sweet, stinging stretch of him, Wriothesley began to move, the motion of his hips smooth and intentional, nearly pulling all the way out before pushing back in, the rhythm gaining more speed every couple of thrusts.

By now, a thin sheen of sweat had broken out on both your brows, your legs beginning to tremble when he grazed over that sweet, spongy spot deep inside you, the one you could never quite reach on your own. Still holding you close, he used one hand to massage more skillful circles onto your already overstimulated little bundle of nerves, the pressure ebbing and flowing between soft and hard, trying to keep your orgasm at bay for just a little longer.

“Wrio—” you moaned, all pliable and angelic and all his, his, his.

“Almost there, baby—? God—!” The air was punched from Wriothesley’s lungs upon his next thrust, his normally sure and even voice cracked and fissured by a strangled whine, movements beginning to become erratic as he neared his own edge. He tightened his arms around your body, trying to hold you impossibly close, truly become one with you, as if your soul could melt right into his like two pieces of candy left out too long in the sun, gooey and combined and no longer distinguishable from one another, only known henceforth as their own unique, singular entity. 

“‘M gonna—!” You suddenly gasped, your silky walls clenching around his cock hard enough to lace his next breath with a beautiful whimper, both your bodies tensing under the shared release, soaking and filling each other to the brim with each other’s balmy pleasure.

You went slack in Wriothesley’s hold, which didn’t lessen an inch until he’d found his way back to reality, temporarily blinded by the all-encompassing sensation of bliss your body always gifted him. Once his vision could focus and his brain could think, he carefully pulled out of you, allowing you to lower all the way down to the mattress, completely spent and limbs like jelly.

The Duke unfastened the belt-cuffs from around your wrists, tossing the twisted mangle of leather aside and laying across from you, tenderly taking your sore, slightly chafed wrists in his grasp and placing tender kisses along the thin, delicate skin, murmuring little praises to you that you barely registered in your fucked-out state.

“So good for me… Always so good for me…” he hummed, his chaste, closed mouth kisses traveling further up your arms as if he intended to place his lips to every inch of you. “My perfect, perfect girl…”

You were pulled back to earth by the time his lips found yours, parting them for him as if on instinct, tethered by the way his tongue refamiliarized itself with the shape of your mouth.

It was languid, messy, threatening to stir up that honey-dipped lust for him that never seemed to abate inside of you again. But then Wriothesley pulled away, only far enough to gaze lovingly into your eyes, smiling— actually smiling— to himself at the sight of you, glowing with a post-sex haze.

“Wrio…?” you spoke, voice like a butterfly’s wing.

“Hmm…?” he hummed, gently brushing the back of his knuckles along your soft cheek.

“Do you…” You hesitated then, knowing the question was one you were afraid to ask. Had been afraid to ask for a while, only because you knew his answer could possibly change the path of your fate. You swallowed hard, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to bask in his gentle touches for a few strokes longer. Then you said, “Do you ever wish I would’ve stayed?”

Wriothesley’s ministrations paused, something unreadable now swimming in all that entrancing silver. He threaded his long fingers through your hair, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, taking in a long, deep breath just to share the same air as you.

“I only wish I could go with you,” he murmured, the confession barely a whisper, so quiet, as if he were afraid the very admittance would sink the Fortress to the very bottom of the sea. Then he opened his eyes, leaned back a few inches to meet yours again, and added on a solemn, “Sometimes…”

You wrapped your arms around him then, wanting to keep him close, wanting to lay here like this with him forever. But eventually, you drifted off to sleep. When you did, Wriothesley only allowed himself to stay beside you a few minutes longer before going to tend to cleaning both of you up, wiping away the mess between your legs you two had made as gently as possible so he wouldn’t wake you. He knew, when you rose, you’d have to say your goodbyes and return to the surface.

“Not goodbye,” you’d always remind him after your parting kiss, giving him one of those innocent little smiles that made him wonder how you’d ever survived this place at all, your eyes glittering with affection. “Only until next time.”

Until next time, Wriothesley thought. And then, how lucky I am to have earned a next time.

***

(Honestly, I just saw a video of someone making handcuffs with a belt and thought, “You know who would do that… Wriothesley,” lol

But anyway, I hope you enjoyed and are having as much fun with the new Fontaine characters as I am heehee :) 

This man has a SERIOUS praise kink. He needs to know when he’s doing well and the reassurance drives him crazy. He’s also quick to give praise to his partners- the intimacy makes him melt. Will lose his mind if someone calls him a good boy. 

He also has a very mild degradation kink- he loves to tease his partners or slightly embarrass them. He can’t help that he’s fucking them stupid! 

T I T T Y MAN!!! 

Pierced nips because he likes the look of them. 

He loves bondage, but more specifically, he loves shibari. He thinks it's beautiful, and the time spent tying his partners up in intricate positions feels incredibly intimate to him. 

He also has a bit of a sadistic streak- he loooooves predicament bondage too. 

Mild voyeur and exhibitionist kink, he’s a bit jealous at times though so he tends to lean more into exhibitionism. 

He LOVES edging. Giving and receiving- the delayed gratification of it all makes him feral. If he’s edging his partner, he wants to see tears and hear begging before he finally gives in and lets them come. If he’s on the receiving end, he tries to hold out as long as  humanly possible because he gets so lost in the pleasure. He’s usually crying out by the end, though. 

Wriothesley didn't want to wake you up, you looked way too peaceful. He got undressed slowly, mindful of the many rattling metal pieces and chains on his outfit. His hands, now ungloved caressed your cheek before he placed them against the pillows and pushed his hard cock in our mouth.

You formed a ring around his thick cock right away, your head angled back slightly so he could thrust in and out, "Look at that. Even in your sleep you know how I like it. Are you dreaming about it? Sucking me off? Yeah, that's what got you so wet."

Regardless if you could talk right now or not you moaned around him, the taste of him familiar enough to make you rub your thighs together in your sleep. Wriothesley wasn't holding back, he fucked you as if you were awake, his balls smacking against your chin, wet from your spit, the tip of his cock, hitting the back of your throat with no care of how you gaged around him.

"Lean back a little more, I wanna fuck that tight, slutty throat you've got." His hands leaned your head back even more, forcing you to breathe only through your nose, "Fuck. Can't creampie down your throat. That'd wake you up." A mix of spit and cum dripped down the side of your mouth when he pulled out harshly, your deep breaths interrupted by a loud moan when he plunged his cock into your cunt, coming right after.

"Wrio?" You mumbled, voice thick with sleep and throat raw. You tasted his cock and cum on your tongue, felt his cum inside you, his cock still semi-hard, "You're home."

you hesitate briefly, then think about his words and begin to truly ride his face and crying out loud. your clit bumps deliciously on his nose and his tongue slithers it’s way into your hole.

your hands soon leave the wooden headboard and makes their way down to wriothesley’s inky locks, pulling at the hair. “ah! so good! mmph!”

he groans into your pussy. your slick and his saliva was everywhere. on his nose, his lips, and it was dripping down his chin. god how he loved you, loves your pussy, your tits, and he loved the way you were riding his face so desperately.

“that’s it… that’s my fucking girl…”

୨୧ NEUVILLETTE

❥₊ ⊹ “you’re a messy little thing, aren’t you?” neuvillette chuckled. you were currently sitting half-naked on the edge of his oak desk in the palais mermonia. just wearing your white blouse, your panties and skirt discarded were discarded and thrown somewhere in the room, your bare pussy was dripping on the wood of the desktop.

"you usually don't tease..." you pout, looking down at your husband though his eyes didn't quite meet yours. instead they were trained on your cunt.

"sorry, love." though it doesn't truly sound like he is. neuvillette lowers to face your bare bottom, his lithe fingers come forward and pull apart the lips of your pussy.

"so beautiful..." he mumbles before his tongue meets your clit then travels down to your hole. his tongue thrusts into you and he tastes your slick on it. "so good..." he groans.

neuvillette then starts to eat you out like he's starved. his movements which are usually precise and calculated are now messy, and erratic. you've never quite felt heaven like this and neuvillette hadn't tasted heaven until the first time he ate you out.

your hands thread themselves in his hair as you moan out loud and they pull his head impossibly closer to your core. "oh! mmf!" and you feel tears begin to cloud your vision.

he didn't care that you were making a mess out of him, and he didn't care about how your arousal was all over his desk or all over his face.

though there is a sudden tightness in his pants, and it becomes more and more obvious to him, neuvillette continues to let you use his mouth. to let you reach that orgasm you oh so deserved because he wanted to be the cause of it.

୨୧ AL HAITHAM

❥₊ ⊹ “tsk… you’re such a distraction…” al haitham feigns annoyance. he brings his hands up to your thighs and pries them apart. "can't even read a book in peace around you, can i?"

"ah! 'm sorry... i just really needed you, al haitham." you mumble looking down your body and the view breathtaking.

al haitham had his head leaning against your left thigh, pressing open mouth kisses that were getting closer and closer to where you needed him most. while his left hand was rubbing lazy circles against your puffy clit.

"i can tell... you're dripping on the couch." he sighs. al haitham likes to act like he's bothered, when in reality he had already read that book more then ten times over for a research paper. he was secretly more than happy to please you, though he won't admit that outright.

al haitham leans down and presses a kiss to your pussy, then his lips wrap around your clit and begins to suck on it. he liked to take his time eating you out, to savour it. to savour you. and that meant not making your cunt a sopping mess until you beg him for it. but he won’t tease you all that much today seeing how badly you needed him.

you moan out, one hand of yours coming up and grabbing your own breast. "t-thank you. love you, love you so much al haitham!" you babble.

"love you too, baby..." he murmurs into your pussy. soon, his long fingers meet where his mouth is pleasuring you and they make their way into your little hole, thrusting in and out.

you swallow back a loud sob, remembering you're not entirely alone in your boyfriend's house, as if the sounds of al haitham eating up all your sloppy pussy has to offer isn't loud enough.

al haitham's fingers were making your head spin along with the way his tongue was moving over your clit. his digits were grazing that sweet spot inside of you and the sound of your hiccups only spur him on more.

"please, please! al haitham 'm gonna cum!" you sob.

"do it." he pulls back for a moment, "cum on my face..." then he dives back into your cunt, his tongue and fingers now working overtime to make you orgasm.

your hips begin to grind against his mouth and your chest heaves. "i-i'm cumming! oh my god!" you cry out as you orgasm, hot flashes of white makes it way across your abdomen and you make a mess everywhere. your arousal covered al haitham's face, his hands and your quivering thighs.

"you're so messy..." al haitham says as he moves up to your face.

"sorry..." you apologize.

"don't." he says sharply, not wanting you to feel bad. his lips then meet yours, and you taste yourself on his tongue. "we're going to do that again and this time, you're going to be louder."

Like the two ladies said, both Wriothesley and Neuvillette have gotten an increasingly more packed schedule ever since the departure, or rather passing, of the Hydro Archon. Wriothesley had to deal with finding inmates that had managed to escape during the flooding, and Neuvillette had to deal with now having become the ruler of Fontaine now that Furina has decided to keep living on as a normal human. Safe to say, neither of the men had time to sit down and relax, which led to them voicing their frustrations to their assistants all day every day. 

With desperate pleas, they asked me what else they could do to make the men get a grip of themselves. Why me you ask? I was their physical as well as psychological therapist. Having earned numerous accolades from all regions of Teyvat, I ended up becoming the two gentlemen’s therapist, Neuvillette being my first client and Wriothesley becoming the second after the former introduced me to him. 

Being aware of the two men basically having a non-existent romantic life due to both of them being so occupied with their work and other personal matters and issues, it was no surprise that neither of them had sexual experiences with a partner. To be completely honest, I found that a surprising fact as, just like the other women and even men of Fontaine, I also considered the two of them very handsome men with good personalities. In short, I thought that they had all the factors needed for anyone wishing to be in a relationship with them. 

However, after my many therapy sessions with them, I figured out that Neuvillette simply could not because he had an identity crisis for over 500 years and only now has he started to truly understand himself. Wriothesley on the other hand, still had severe trust issues due to his past that was unfortunately filled with many heartbreaking memories. All their personal issues led to them not giving anyone an opportunity to become their romantic partner. 

Often, I had suggested they try and find such a person, however, both of them would always come with the excuse of having no time and that they found it a waste of time to comb through many people trying to find the worthy one. While it does sound quite ego-inflated, it was valid in the case of theset wo men due to the positions that they were responsible for when it came to the governance of Fontaine.

Now, back to the assistants in front of me. The two of them had suggested that I personally help the two men with their sexual needs as I had told them that sexually relieving themselves will be a very efficient method for relieving themselves of their stress. However, as I had just explained, neither of them put in the time nor effort to find a romantic partner with whom they could do that with. As a result, that led the two assistants to me as I was the only person that the two men trusted greatly. 

“Listen, I’m trying to stay as a professional therapist here, I do not want to ruin my relationship with my clients,” I explained, trying to make them understand that I could not help them with their insane request. Of course, I was curious as to how they would treat their partner behind closed doors, however, I did know that it was important to separate myself from my clients and that I should never let things get complicated like that. Besides, they were my only two clients as I did have a rather hefty price attached to me and I did not want to lose them as my clients as I did enjoy my time in Fontaine.

“We understand y/n, but we really have no other choice, you know we cannot help them like that, were both married with children, and you… don’t have either,” Wriothesley’s assistant continues begging, making me look at her with a difficult expression, my eyebrows drawn together. “Y/n, I’m sure you’re sexually frustrated as well! After all, in the years that you’ve spent here in Fontaine, I have never seen you around with anyone, if anything, I’m convinced you need a moment of relaxation… and pleasure just as much as those two men,” she adds, making me roll my eyes at her.

Wriothesley’s assistant was not wrong about that. Ever since I came to Fontaine, I had never romantically or sexually involved myself with anyone. My last partner being in Sumeru, I was quite attached to him. However, due to conflicting schedules and different goals in life, we had to go our separate ways. Me becoming a wandering global therapist while he became the Acting Grand Sage. Although it was an unfortunate break up, we did end things positively and no hard feelings were harboured. 

“That’s not a valid enough reason for me to become their designated person for sexual relief,” I sternly replied making Wriothesley’s assistant pout, this being the cue for Neuvillette’s assistant to step in. 

“Look y/n, we understand you do not want to lose your clientele who are essentially also your livelihood, however… I think it’s important that you know that our bosses are romantically interested in you,” Neuvillette’s assistant reveals, my eyes widening while I glanced at Wriothesley’s assistant who only looked away in embarrassment. 

“What? Where did that come from? Why would they be interested in me like that?” I asked in genuine confusion as I started recounting all the meetings I had with the two men in the past, trying to find the catalysts that made them become romantically interested in me. I was convinced that every meeting I had with them was strictly professional as I did not want to give off a bad impression to the two incredibly influential men in Fontaine. 

Neuvillette’s assistant glanced at the other lady, “Like my colleague said, both of them put a lot of trust in you, they have never opened up to anyone the way they did with you, I guess it is safe to say that their trust in you grew into the desire to have someone like you by their side as a romantic partner even.”

Ah. That explains it.

Heaving a deep sigh, knowing that the two assistants would not give up until I agreed with them, I saw hope spark in their eyes. “Fine, however, you two must find a method for me to conceal my identity… I will not ruin my professional relationship with them, so please ensure that there is a way for them to not become aware of the person that will help them sexually,” the two assistants exchanged glances with each other, Wriothesley’s assistant now standing right next to Neuvillette’s. 

“Miss L/N, have you ever heard of a gloryhole?”

—

The entire night, I was unable to get proper rest. After the two women fished out of me that I also had some degree of interest in the two men, and then explaining that a gloryhole would be the most anonymous method for me to help them, they told me that they would organise the entire set up and that I would simply have to show up. 

The idea of a gloryhole wasn’t unfamiliar. However, my knowledge about it never went any further than having seen a video or two about it. During the night I did some research about how the two women would possibly organise this, and by doing that the gears in my brain never stopped turning as they thought of all the possible moves the men would enact upon me as I would lay still, not being able to do anything but accept. 

Arriving at the Fortress of Meropide, Wriothesley’s assistant led me to some obscure room below his office that was used for confidential meetings which I obviously never attended. 

In front of me they set up a wall with a hole in the centre which was just wide enough for my upper body to fit through, and a metal table turned into a bed of some sorts fitting through that hole. “Lords, I have never even done this with my own husband, I can’t imagine what this will be like,” Wriothesley’s assistant comments, not directing that to anyone in particular.

I frowned at her which made her flinch, quickly turning her back to me as she rushed off to do something in preparation for whatever insane event was about to occur. Looking at the contraption in front of me once more, I saw two cuffs hammered into the wall above the hall making me tilt my head in confusion. “How are you two expecting me to get into this contraption?” I asked with genuine confusion as my head could not wrap around what they had in mind for me even though I did look at all kinds of footage yesterday evening. 

“Well… we thought it’d be most comfortable for you and our bosses that you lay down on your back and have your feet tied to these cuffs… so that, uhm, ahem, your legs are spread wide for… ahem, easy access,” Wriothesley’s assistant explained awkwardly as Neuvillette’s assistant chose to remain quiet.

Wriothesley’s assistant walked up to me with a stack of towels in her arms, giving me an apologetic look. 

“Stop looking at me like that, we’ve already come this far, there’s no point in being regretful about it now,” I said, making her nod in agreement.

“Well, if you’d allow us, we’d like to help you get ready and make sure you’re all comfortable before we go,” Neuvillette’s assistant suggested as she pointed towards the gloryhole contraption with her hands, making me audibly gulp.

—

As I was finally set up in the gloryhole the reality of what was about to happen finally set in. Coming to the realisation of how big of a thing this would be if this were to be exposed to the public woult set me up for complete exile from Fontaine; not even the Fortress of Meropide would accept me. In addition, if the two men were to figure out that I was the one they were having intercourse with, I would lose my two biggest clients that I have possibly ever had. Sighing at my thoughts I looked at the hole which I fit through, not being able to see my legs at all which were up in the air as my ankles were cuffed to a higher part of the wall. All I could see was less than an inch on the other side of the wall, and I prayed that the two men would not think of taking a glance through that small gap. 

Suddenly I heard footsteps approaching the room I was laying down in, not being able to move anything at all besides my upper body. As I was only in my panties, I started to become nervours, a shiver running up my spine as I now knew that there was no going back. Grabbing the blanket above me that the two assistants gave me, I covered my upper body while ensuring that the two men would not be able to glance through the hole, preparing myself for whatever was about to happen. 

The door creaked open, the familiar voices of the two men immediately booming throughout the silent room as I even tried to breathe as quietly as possible. “Sir Neuvillette and Sir Wriothesley, please remember the rules we told you and make sure that everything that happens within here stays here,” Wriothesley’s assistant instructed, making me look around in nervousness. 

“Wow, this is quite the unique contraption you two set up,” Wriothesley spoke as he sounded obviously amused at what he saw in front of him. “Wriothesley,” Neuvillette said sternly at which Wriothesley only scoffed, making the two assistants sigh. “Alright, as we said, this will take an hour and the lady who volunteered, wished for her identity to be kept secret, and as a result neither of you two will know who this person is, even after this occasion has concluded,” Neuvillete’s assistant explained once more at which Neuvillette hummed, not hearing anything from Wriothesley’s side.

“Alright Sir Neuvillette and Sir Wriothesley, we will now take our leave, and if either of you, or even the lady require anything, you will be able to find us upstairs in your office,” Neuvillette’s assistant concluded as the two assistants officially bid their temporary goodbyes to the two men before the door of the room slammed shut. 

There was officially no going back now. Archons.

—

“Hmm, I have to be honest with you Neuvillette… I have in fact never had sexual intercourse with anyone,” Wriothesley spoke, making me frown, being genuinely surprised that he never had sexual intercourse. I’ve been to multiple cafes, overhearing conversations of young women wanting to have atleast one chance with the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide. These young women always voiced their imaginations about how good he might be in bed, and how he’s probably had multiple one night stands despite being known to have never been in a relationship. It was genuinely never my intention to listen in on their conversation, but could you blame me when they were talking about my client? 

“Ah really? Hmm, I can’t say I am not in the same situation as you are, despite me having experienced many years in this current life of mine, having a partner with whom I could do such activities with has never crossed my mind,” Neuvillette responded at which Wriothesley laughed. 

“No wonder you’re still learning human emotions,” Wriothesley commented, making Neuvillette hum at him. 

Neuvillette being a blank slate is something that did not really surprise me on the other hand. The only thing that surprised me is that in all the 500 years that he has lived, he has never given anyone an opportunity to become his romantical partner. Yes, he was still learning human emotions, however, I considered part of that lesson to be in a relationship atleast once. 

“Well, do you have a preference for going first?” Wriothesley asked, snapping me out of my inner thoughts, realising that this whole thing was now about to officially begin. “No, I am fine with going after you Wriothesley,” Neuvillette replied.

“Alright, suit yourself Iudex.”

Suddenly I felt Wriothesley’s roughed up hands on the back of my thighs, making me flinch which made Wriothesley chuckle. “I understand you want to remain anonymous, so if there’s anything you don’t like please say ‘exile’, understood?” Hearing him tell me to make use of a safe word I couldn’t help but feel a little touched at his consideration for me despite the weird situation the three of us found ourselves in. 

I loudly hummed letting him know I understood.

Not being able to see what the two men on the other side of the wall were doing, I nervously fumbled with the blanket as I waited and anticipated every move they would make. 

Wriothesley’s rough hands started stroking my inner thigh, thumb ghosting over my panties every so often, making me shiver. Hearing the men on the other side of the thin wall not say anything, I tried breathing even quieter as I was scared that they would recognise my breathing. Suddenly I felt Wriothesley’s hands on my buttocks before his fingers hooked onto the waistband of my panties, ripping them off with a swift motion, immediately exposing my private region to the two most desired men of Fontaine. 

Instinctually, I tried to close my legs, but due to my ankles being cuffed to a higher part of the wall, my knees couldn’t even touch each other, resulting in my attempt only making a loud rattling noise of the cuffs. Wriothesley laughed amusedly, making me bite my lip nervously. 

Even after my embarrassing movement, the two men still did not speak a word, making me feel a strong urge to speak myself as I was desparate to hear some form of communication. However, my thoughts soon got interrupted as I suddenly felt Wriothesley blow on my pussy, making me flinch harshly, bumping my knees against the wall. “Wriothesley, do not go to harsh on her,” Neuvillette suddenly spoke

“Yeah yeah, I’m sorry, I did tell her to use a safe word if there was anything not to her liking though, and also, you can’t blame me for being curious, no?” Wriothesley spoke back. Neuvillette did not reply back and instead I heard him walk around before he possibly sat down on one of the chairs that the assistants set up.

“Alright Miss Volunteer, I will be using my mouth to pleasure you now, remember the safe word, understood?” At his order I immediately hummed loud enough for both of them to hear, hearing a chuckle from Wriothesley and shuffling from Neuvillette. 

Without being given a second to prepare myself, Wriothesley’s tongue was pressed flat against my folds, making me flinch. I felt Wriothesley’s lips curve into a smile as he dragged his tongue upwards, flicking his tongue against my clit, my legs thrashing around at his surprisingly professional-like movements against my clit. Suddenly, Wriothesley pushed in two rough thick fingers, curving them upwards, on a search to find my sensitive spot. 

This man was most definitely not unfamiliar with sexual activities based on his tongue against my clit and fingers inside my hole.

Wriothesley suddenly started sucking on my clit, making me wildly move my hips around, making him wrap his arms around my thighs, keeping me in place as he now dragged his tongue downwards to plunge his tongue into my hole, his nose nudging against my clit every now and then. Keeping his left arm tightly wrapped around my thigh his other arm let go off my right leg to instead start rubbing his thumb against my clit. 

I severely underestimated how this would be easy peasy for me. It has been a few years since I last had sexual acitvities with another person, and having someone as skilled as Wriothesley perform cunnilingus on me was something I was not prepared for after so long. 

Feeling my orgasm approaching faster and faster, my legs started thrashing around, making my knees continuously bump against the wall, while Wriothesley’s hold on my left leg tightened even more and his right thumb sped up the circles he rubbed against my clit. The thread inside my core holding onto my release snapped, making me cum right into Wriothesley’s mouth.

As I rode out my orgasm on his tongue, I harshly bit down on my lower lip trying to keep my moans at bay as much as possible, some whines managing to slip out. As my hips started to calm down, now resting on the bed only twitching every so often, Wriothesley let go of my leg and retracted his hands from me, giving my cunt one last lick from my hole to my clit, making me loudly gasp. I quickly slapped my hand over my mouth, hoping that he did not recognise the way I gasped. 

“Hah, I’m glad I managed to make you gasp out loud, seems I haven’t lost my skills when it comes to giving oral,” Wriothesley commented, making me shake my head from side to side at his cockiness. Taking a deep breath, I blinked harshly, trying to recover from the intense orgasm as fast as possible so I wouldn’t absolutely lose my mind at what was to come next. 

“Do you want to give this a try Neuvillette?” Wriothesley asked, making me push myself up with my elbows, getting nervous at the fact that the Hydro Sovereign would maybe also perform cunnilingus on me. 

Neuvillette was not exempted from the many imaginations of the young women of Fontaine. Just like Wriothesley, many women wondered whether Neuvillette has ever had a partner and whether he has ever done it. Many knew that the Iudex was solitary and even stayed inside his home whenever it was sunny when possible. Neuvillette completely eliminated any chances of anyone trying to get closer to him. However, despite his personality being determined to keep people away from him, many still remained curious about him. 

Most regular Fontanians did not know that Neuvillette was the Hydro Sovereign, however, it would be a lie to say that I never thought about whether this man had any draconic features despite having a human body in this lifetime of his. I have once imagined that he might have a private part that was not like a regular human’s. I have also once imagined that maybe he might have a different tongue as many dragons did appear to have snake-like tongues.  

“I have never done this, but I will give it an attempt, I just hope that I will be able to pleasure the lady sufficiently enough,” Neuvillette responded as I heard him stand up, the heels of his boots resonating against the metal floor as he made his way over to me. 

“Miss, just as Wriothesley has done, I would like you to use the safe word if anything is not to your liking, hopefully I will satisfy you sufficiently,” the moment he finished his sentence, I felt his bare fingers slide between my folds, my arousal gathering on his fingers as he did so. His fingers retracted making me wonder what he did, but the moment I heard sucking noises I realised that he tasted my arousal. 

“You taste delightful Miss,” after his compliment Neuvillette immediately plunged his tongue into my cunt, his tongue definitely being an inch or two longer than Wriothesley’s. Feeling the tip of his tongue lick against my inner walls, my hands slammed against the wall at the foreign feeling of someone’s tongue reaching that far inside me. Neuvillette stopped his movements at my hands slamming against the wall, but not wanting to speak, I raised my hips, grinding myself agains this mouth, hoping that he’d understand that I want him to keep going. 

“Hah, guess your dragon-like features do come in handy in sexual contexts huh?” Wriothesley commented, making Neuvillette grunt against my cunt. Neuvillette started languidly rubbing his thumb against my clit while his long tongue continued to lick up against my walls. My hips continued to grind against his mouth, desperately chasing my second orgasm of the evening. Neuvillette removed himself from my cunt making me whine. “Patience, Miss, we are far from done this evening,” Neuvillette spoke as he caught my whine. 

Being desparate for him to continue pleasuring me with his tongue, he instead inserted two fingers inside me, curving his fingers in just the right way, making the tips of his fingers massage against the sensitive spot within me. Loud moans slipped from between my lips, not being able to keep my moans at bay anymore as Neuvillette only added more pleasure to the orgasm which Wriothesley brought me to. After two thrusts, Neuvillette suddenly added another finger making me wince at the stretch of my cunt. “We must properly prepare you for the main event,” Neuvillette explained as he caught wind of my slight discomfort as he noticed me slightly pull away from his fingers. 

As he slowly thrusted his three fingers in and out, his free hand started rubbing slow circles against my clit, distracting me from the slight discomfort of the wide stretch. Feeling my orgasm approach once more, my nails started scratching against the wall, signalling Neuvillette that I was close to releasing. After a few more thrusts of his fingers, and his fingers rolling my clit inbetween his fingers, arousal flooded out of my hole, onto the bed below me. 

Having let go of my lower lip which I had been biting on for quite a while now, loud gasps were freely slipping past my lips, as I tried to regain my breathing from the intense orgasm that the Hydro Sovereign brought me to. 

“The Miss seems properly prepared now, would you like to go first Wriothesley?” Neuvillette asked the other man as I was still trying to regain my breathing as well as calm down from the intense orgasm I just experienced. 

Shit. 

I had no idea how big the two men were, but based on their large stature, I always assumed that they would be quite hung down there. And after having Neuvillette use three fingers on me, I felt that my hypothesis would be quite on the mark. 

“I do not mind, however, sexual intercourse is not something I have done,” Wriothesley responded as I heard him stand up and make his way over to me, his heavy boots making the sounds it made against the floor bounce against the walls. “Ah I see, you only have experience with oral sex I assume then,” Neuvillette commented. Hearing nothing from Wriothesley I assumed he nodded at Neuvillette’s question.

“Well, what I am trying to say is that I think it would be better for her to do it with an actual human first… rather than something… inhuman,” Neuvillette explained, making me widen my eyes and Wriothesley laugh. 

“Wow, okay then, are you saying I am much smaller than you?” Wriothesley joked at which Neuvillette gave him a stern look (which I did not see). “No, however, like you said yourself, I do possess some draconic features which would possibly make sexual intercourse a bit more intense,” Neuvillette explained, making Wriothesley scoff.

“Alright Hydro Dragon, I get it now, you’re just trying to make our dear volunteer understand that you will be way better than I am, you will give her an experience so out of this world as you are a dragon, no?” Wriothesley teased, making me nervously bite my innerlip for him as he might have been getting on Neuvillette’s nerves. 

The two of them did have a relatively good relationship with one another. While their past with each other was quite complicated due to Neuvillette being the one having sentenced Wriothesley, but him also having helped Wriothesley getting into the position he is now, they still remained close to each other. 

“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette spoke with a stern tone, making Wriothesley roll his eyes at him, “I am not saying that, I am simply saying that my appendage is not like the one of a normal human and I am afraid that it might hurt her if she does not experience someone who is of similar size but does have a normal human appendage.”

“Ah… okay, uhm, I am not sure why you think we have similar sizes, but-” Wriothesley got cut off by Neuvillette. “If you look downwards, they do seem to be quite similar, now please, you may go first,” Neuvillette walked back to the chair, his legs spread as he observed how Wriothesley would have sexual intercourse with me. 

“Alright Miss Volunteer, last reminder that you have a safe word you can use if things are not nice,” Wriothesley reminded once again, making me hum in response. 

Tightly gripping onto the sides of the bed I was laying on, I prepared myself for Wriothesley’s cock that was about to enter me. I had not calmed down from my orgasm yet, my walls still pulsing and clit still feeling sensitive to the cold air hitting it. 

Hearing a belt being unbuckled before falling onto the ground, I squeezed my eyes shut, not knowing when Wriothesley would push his cock in. Wriothesley’s hands rubbed against the back of my thighs, before he placed one hand on my left hip while his right hand was splayed on my lower stomach, his thumb massaging my clit. His right hand retracted from my stomach and the next second I felt his large bulbuous tip being massaged against my folds, nudging it against my clit a few times before he finally pushed his tip in.

Only having his tip inside me, I already could not hold back my moans, nervousness as well as extreme pleasure washing over my body as I was anxious that the two men might recognise my noises for some reason. “Ah shit, you sure are tight even after all the prep we did,” Wriothesley commented as his grip on my left hip tightened, making me think that it might leave a light bruise. 

His right hand now also gripped my other hip, and before I could process what was happening, he pushed his full length into me in one swift movement. The tip of his cock pushed right against my sensitive spot making me uncontrollably tremble within his hold, my fingernails digging into the bottom of the bed as short but loud gasps slipped past my parted lips. 

“Shit, she’s a real tight fit, she’s gonna make me come real quick, that’s quite embarrassing,” Wriothesley spoke with a breathy laugh, obviously also speaking to Neuvillette, as his eyes focused in on how we were connected, my pussy lips stretched to make his thick long cock fit. 

“Ensure she feels good as well Wriothesley, while this was set up for us, it is only fair that she feels good as well,” Neuvillette commented making Wriothesley scoff at him. “What do you take me for Iudex? Of course I’ll make sure she feels good.”    

As the two had a small banter, I was desperately trying to adjust to Wriothesley’s large size and girth as fast as I could, but before I could, Wriothesley readjusted his grip on my hips and started pulling his cock out until only his tip remained inside before ramming his cock right back in. 

“Shit!” A loud curse left my lips as his thrusting made me shift up the bed, but Wriothesley quickly regained his grip on my hips, almost using me like a ragdoll as everytime he thrusted his large thick cock in, he tugged my body towards his, making his tip ram against my sensitive spot repeatedly. 

“Damn, her voice sounds kind of familiar, ahh, don’t you think?” Wriothesley asked Neuvillette as his unrelenting thrusts continued, loud wet noises being bounced around the room. Neuvillette didn’t respond, but instead his focus on the noises that I let out, got way more focused. 

“Archons, look at all that cum around my cock,” Wriothesley commented, making me clench down on him at the filthy words that he used. “Hah, you like dirty talk don’t you?” Not being able to verbally answer his question, I instead nodded my head fervently even though he could not see it. 

“Ngh, I wouldn’t mind being able to have this pussy on my cock everyday, you really feel good after all.”

As he continued his dirty talk, my hands now gripped onto the bed from above my head as I tried to meet his thrust everytime he thrusted in. Unlike the previous orgasms, I now felt a familiar but also unusual feeling build up within my core. This was a feeling I hadn’t felt since my last relationship, and realising what was about to happen I was desperate to warn Wriothesley, however, his unrelenting deep and harsh thrusts made all the words in my throat become clogged up. 

“Fuck, you’re squeezing on me real tight, are you a virgin as well?” Wriothesley asked as his thrusts started to become more messy, making his tip bump against my sensitive spot from all kinds of angles.

“Ngh, shit, I’m coming!” I moaned out loud, completely throwing out the personal promise of keeping my identity hidden as I did not even attempt to fake my voice. 

Before Wriothesley or Neuvillette could say anything though, the unusual familiar feeling inside my core burst loose, as arousal started squirting all over Wriothesley’s chest while tears flowed from my eyes at the intense state of pleasure I was brought to by Wriothesley’s cock. 

“Oh wow, look at that, didn’t think I’d make someone squirt like that for my first time,” Wriothesley commented with an amused tone as his thumb started rubbing against my clit, making my arousal splatter around even more messily, while he continued to thrust his large thick cock into me, still chasing after his own orgasm. 

After a few more thrusts, Wriothesley pushed down on my hips as his cock was pushed inside of me to the hilt, his cum spurting into the deepest parts of my hole. “Ngh, shit, that felt really good,” He commented as I noticed him bump his forehead against the wall, his cock pulsing inside my walls, still spurting out thick cum until it slowly started seeping out due to my hole being filled to the brim with just his cock. 

“Ahh, wow, that was unlike anything I ever felt y/n, I hope Neuvillette will be able to do you just as good as I did.”

Hearing Wriothesley speak my name, I wanted to break myself loose from this gloryhole contraption. However, still experiencing an orgasm, and Wriothesley’s cock still inside me and pulsing, I couldn’t even reply due to overstimulation. 

After a few more deep thrusts, his pubic bone pressing against my clit, he slipped himself out resulting in our mixed arousal flowing out before dripping onto the metal floor. 

“Seems I made her unable to speak, you’re free to go ahead Iudex.”

Neuvillette’s familiar footsteps approached me once again, and not even having recovered from the orgasm brought upon me by Wriothesley, I felt Neuvillette rub his ridged cock against my folds, making me gasp. 

Shocked at the unique texture of Neuvillette’s cock, I pushed my hands through the hole, gripping onto its edge, preparing myself for Neuvillette. “Well, that ring on her index finger sure does belong to y/n, why don’t you make her feel good now Iudex?” Wriothesley spoke from up close, making me realise that he was standing next to Neuvillette, observing our sexual intercourse from up close. 

“Wriothesley, do not interrupt me,” Neuvillette spoke with a voice filled with authority. “Oh geez, don’t worry Neuvillette I’m not stealing your spot now,” Wriothesley began trying to make Neuvillette regain his senses as he obviously seemed a bit more feral now, “Since her hands are out in the open now, I thought I could make use of them, no?”.

Neuvillette hummed at him, and before I could process what was happening, Neuvillette started pushing his long and thick ridged cock in which also happened to have a different texture. Instead of the smooth texture such as that of Wriothesley’s cock which had a few veins decorating it, Neuvillette’s cock was slightly more rough. Instead of Neuvillette finding my sensitive spot like Wriothesley, his cock instead forced me to feel intense pleasure through the entirety of my innerwalls due to his ridged cock perfectly rubbing against my walls. 

My left hand was now wrapped around Wriothesley’s fat long cock making me feel the differences between the two cocks even more vividly. Adjusting his hands on my hips, Neuvillette pushed his cock into me to the hilt, making me moan out his name unashamedly. 

“Hah… keep calling out my name like that y/n,” Neuvillette spoke as he languidly thrusted his cock into me, making my entire body shiver as his ridged cock made me feel a different type of pleasure I had never felt before. 

“Hey hey, don’t forget about me now,” Wriothesley commented, making me resume my movements on his cock, massasing his tip within my fist as I heard him grunt. 

Neuvillette’s cock and movements, made the same familiar unsual feeling approach rapidly making me sob out loud. “Do you want me to, ngh, stop, y/n?” Neuvillette asked as his grip on my hips slightly loosened. 

“No! Please no, please keep going!” I begged as I desperately thrusted myself on Neuvillette’s cock while I sped up the circular movements of my hand on Wriothesley hearing his moaning and grunts increase in loudness. 

One of Neuvillette’s hands rested against my lower stomach, before he pressed down, making me feel his slightly more pointier tip prod against his hand that was pressing down. Neuvillette’s thrusts increased in strength and depth, a mixture of Neuvillette’s and Wriothesley’s name slipping from my parted lips as the orgasm came even closer.

Suddenly I felt Wriothesley’s cock twitch within my hand, a few spurts of cum landing on my hand, but before I could retract my hand, Wriothesley grabbed that hand and I suddenly felt warm liquid being released onto my stomach. 

“Ah fuck, look at how filthy she looks with all that cum soaking her lower body,” Wriothesley commented, making me clench down on Neuvillette. 

Neuvillette’s rough and deep thrusts stuttered as I clenched down on him, making Wriothesley chuckle. “She feels good doesn’t she? Almost like she was made for us,” Wriothesley continued, making me thrash my legs around, my knees starting to bruise due to the continuous bumping against the wall. 

“I am going to cum inside you y/n,” Neuvillette warned as he suddenly grabbed my hands, his thrusts having an even stronger impact due to him forcing me down on him, his pointy tip now also bumping against my sensitive spot while his ridges continued abusing my walls. 

“Ngh! Neuvi-, agh, -llette, I’m gonna come!” I screamed out as I once again felt arousal squirt out of me and onto Neuvillette and Wriothesley. As I was squirting my juices all over them, Neuvillette’s thrusts did not cease their deep and rough movement, making my arousal splatter all over them even more messily. 

“Ahh…” moaning out loud, Neuvillette finally came inside me, his cum noticably more warm than Neuvillette, making me wince and try to pull away as the amount of arousal that accumulated within me almost made it feel like it would all explode out of me. Noticing me try to pull away from him, Neuvillette’s grip on my hands tightened, making me unable to move.

His pulsing cock continued to spurt his hot cum inside me, the mixed arousal of Wriothesley, Neuvillette and me, flowing out because of inadequate space within my walls. 

“Ah, there’s so much, I feel so full, please pull out,” I begged as I wriggled my hips, making Neuvillette’s cock only stimulate me even more. “You know you have a safe word y/n,” Wriothesley reminded, making me groan.

Yes. I had a safe word. Everything felt like too much. However, at the same time, everything I felt was unlike anything I ever felt and I wanted to indulge in it as long as I could despite the intensity of it all. 

Hearing no response from me, Neuvillette thrusted into me a few more times, as if he was trying to push all the mixed arousal as deep as possible, hoping that at least some of it would remain within, as if to mark me. 

Feeling myself still squirting, although less intense than a few moments ago, tears streamed down my face as I was drunk on pleasure coursing throughout my whole body, not even noticing that Neuvillette had now slipped himself out. The mixed arousal of us three flowed out of me and onto the floor making the two men give each other amused looks.

“I could even say she’s more beautiful than the Fountain of Lucine,” Wriothesley commented, making me try and squeeze my legs shut at his inappropriate comment. 

Neuvillette uncharacteristically rolled his eyes at Wriothesley and instead decided to help me get out of the gloryhole contraption as I felt his hands touch the cuffs around my ankles. 

—

After the two men had helped me get out of the gloryhole and even helped me get cleaned up in the bathroom next to the room we had intercourse in, we made our way up to Wriothesley’s office after the assistants took their leave. 

“You know, I did not think that the one behind suggesting we sexually satisfy ourselves would also be the one on the receiving end of that sexual satisfaction,” Wriothesley began as he handed me a cup of his finest tea. 

I pinched the bridge of my nose with my free hand, “Listen, this wasn’t even my intention, but you guys’ assistants were incredibly determined to have me be that person, I didn’t realise they just did not want to go through all the trouble of having an absolute stranger be in on this.”

“If I may support their reasoning, we would not have agreed to this unique setup had they not said that the volunteer was someone we knew and could trust for remaining anonymous,” Neuvillette spoke up, sipping on the tea that Wriothesley also gave him. 

“Oh wow, well who did you guys even think that it might be if they said it was someone you both know?” I asked curiously, thinking that they might not have minded anyone else as long as it was someone they trusted. 

“Well, had we not known it wasn’t you and it actually wasn’t you we would have left and let the assistants deal with the aftermath,” Wriothesley explained as he had now finished his own tea, and took a seat next to me, placing a pillow behind me so I could lean back comfortably. I softly thanked him. 

“Hmm… so you’re saying that this conversation would have never happened if it wasn’t me,” I asked, making Neuvillette and Wriothesley nod. 

“Well, since the cat’s out of the bag now, what would you guys hope happens now? It will obviously be difficult for me to not feel some degree of uncomfortable-ness during our therapy sessions now,” I immediately went to a serious topic, seeing no point in continuing to talk about what happened a while ago. 

Neuvillette, who was seated in the chair behind the desk, sighs deeply, “Would you be willing to continue these kinds of sessions with the two of us? We both believe that there’s a lot of trust built between the three of us so we find it suitable that you help us while we of course also help you.”

Flabbergasted at this suggestion, many thoughts started running through my mind. 

Yes, the two men were absolute gentlemen despite the odd situation we found ourselves in. 

However, now they suggest friends with benefits, no… colleagues with benefits? The two most desired men of Fontaine asked this type of relationship from a simple therapist?

Noticing me deep in thought and hesitation swirling in my mind, Wriothesley then adds on, “Of course if you dont want that, that is fine too and we’ll keep whatever happened today just between the three of us, but I believe it is important you know that this suggestion of ours is also because we have a genuine romantical interest in you and we’d be very honoured if you’re willing to have an exclusive relationship with us.”

Romantic interest in them was not non-existent for me. These thoughts have always swirled around in my mind every now and then after they were a bit more gentleman-like rather than client-like during our therapy sessions. However, I never thought they’d both desire me and that they’d even suggest a polyamourous relationship. This suggestion of course made me concerned about many things. 

Wriothesley was the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide and Neuvillette was the Hydro Sovereign who has now essentially taken over the duties of the now deceased Hydro Archon. What would happen not only to me, but also them once people discover that the two highly desired men are in a polyamourous relationship with a mere therapist?

“I am assuming that you have worries about being a relationship with the two of us due to our occupation, however, it is essential that you know we highly value privacy and do not intend to ever expose our private relationships to the Fontainians,” Neuvillette reassured, making me think he read my mind as he gave an answer to all the worries I had. 

As I was still keeping quiet despite his reasonable explanation and reassurance, Neuvillette awkwardly coughed, “Ah, I see it is an absurd suggestion after all, I am deeply sorry we suggested something like this, it must be disrespectful as well, my apolo-”. 

“I don’t mind, however,” I began, interrupting Neuvillette and making Wriothesley put all of his attention on me as he put down his tea cup on the low table in front of us, “there is a lot that needs to be discussed seeing as we’re both entering a type of relationships we’ve all never had experience with.”

The two men nod. “We understand y/n, and were not in a rush to settle things immediately, if time is what you need, then we will give you time, we are just very honoured and glad that you reciprocate our feelings,” Wriothesley speaks as he holds my hands, giving them a tight reassuring squeeze. 

Looking at the two men, Wriothesley holding onto my hands, a soft smile on his face, and Neuvillette sitting behind the desk, finishing up his cup of tea with a satisfied smile, I couldn’t help but think that I could probably stop my job as a therapist for a short while.

Had to give a link to what I was visualising neuvi’s cock to look like lmao

Positioned between his legs, you knelt down, skillfully taking his rock-hard dick into your mouth with deliberate and measured intent, striving to provide an experience of unparalleled pleasure. You were drawing him into the depths of your mouth at a leisurely pace. Your dedication was evident as you explored the limits, the tip of your nose delicately brushing against his groin in tandem with the deepthroating.

As one of the guardians laboring within the esteemed Fortress, your daily existence revolved around subservience to none other than the formidable Duke Wriothesley himself. Life in this capacity was far from easy, marked by numerous challenges inherent to your responsibilities. Yet, amidst the intricacies of your duties, the most unforeseen development transpired – you found yourself captivated by an unexpected love, directed towards the Duke. In a twist of fate, your sentiments were reciprocated by the very figure of authority you served. In the grand tapestry of your experiences, this revelation of mutual affection unfolded as a stroke of fortune.

A guttural mixture of grunts and hisses escaped him, a visceral response to the teasing graze of your teeth against his sensitive member. Amidst the intensity, a low, warning growl emerged from him, "Watch your teeth, babygirl," a cautionary note laced with a blend of desire and insistence.

With an audible pop, you withdrew his cock from your mouth, casting an upward glance at the Duke. "Sorry, your grace," you offered in apology, the tip of his dick resting against your extended, flexed tongue.

Wriothesley deftly slipped his hand into your hair, his fingers tracing gentle patterns against your scalp. "That's my girl. Keep on sucking."

A warm smile graced your lips as you obediently took his member back into your mouth, a silent acknowledgment of your commitment to fulfilling his desires.

With a deliberate pace, you resumed the act of deep-throating him, emitting a soft moan that reverberated around his shaft.

The Duke, momentarily abandoning his pen, leaned back against the chair, a series of breathy curses escaping his lips. "Oh God, you're sucking me so fucking well," he lauded, his words a testament to the pleasure he was experiencing. "Just like that. Work your tongue for me, babygirl," he encouraged, his voice a seductive melody guiding your actions.

Being the dutiful subordinate you were, one of your hands delicately manipulated the skin on his cock, mirroring the rhythmic motion of your head's bobbing. Upon withdrawing his member from your mouth, a glistening trail of precum had already emerged from the slit at its tip. Reverently, you planted a series of kisses along his length, descending to the base where you enveloped his weighty, seed-laden testicles into your mouth, all the while emitting sultry moans that bespoke a certain carnal abandon.

In response, he tilted his head backward, and his other hand seamlessly found its place in your hair, securing a hold on the back of your head. "Yeah, just like that," he echoed, his praise punctuated by repetition. "You're so good for me, Y/N, so obedient, and your mouth's so skilled."

Suddenly, a brief knock resonated through the massive wooden door, interrupting any potential acknowledgment before Wriothesley could utter a polite "come in." In a swift response, Neuvillette, the Iudex of Fontaine, entered the room.

In the nick of time, Wriothesley managed to adjust, shifting slightly and leaning forward, creating the illusion of engrossment in the scattered documents on his desk. With head bowed, he endeavored to compose himself, suppressing any telltale signs of the lingering arousal that had adorned his cheeks with a delicate shade of pink.

The creak of the opening door initially startled you, but upon recognizing Neuvillette's voice, a mischievous grin played on your lips - it presented the ideal opportunity to playfully taunt your beloved Wriothesley.

"Wriothesley, I believe you overlooked the report I requested," Neuvillette exclaimed, closing the distance to the desk.

Wriothesley subtly shifted, ensuring that the Iudex remained oblivious to your discreet presence, kneeling between his legs with his fly undone. "I… Uh… Ah, the report! Yes, yes, I'll bring it to you promptly," the dark-haired man nodded hastily.

"Ah, so you've prepared it?" Neuvillette inquired, halting right in front of the expansive desk.

Wriothesley affirmed, "Yes."

"Excellent. In that case, you can present it to me now. I'd rather not risk you forgetting it later," Neuvillette teased lightly, a genial smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Meanwhile, you once again took Wriothesley's member into your mouth, creating a firm suction as you sensually bobbed your head, skillfully massaging his arousal with your tongue. The dichotomy between the professional exchange and the clandestine pleasure beneath the desk added a layer of tension to the scene.

Wriothesley regarded Neuvillette with a certain bluntness, as though grappling with the comprehension of the words directed at him. After a moment, he shook his head, scanning the surroundings and shuffling some papers in a futile attempt to locate the elusive report. The throbbing ache of his dick in your warm, wet mouth posed a distracting challenge, threatening to unleash his essence right then and there — a far-from-helpful circumstance.

"Uhm, can I bring it to you later, Neuvillette? As you can see, I'm a little… busy," he stammered, a hint of discomfort in his tone.

Neuvillette raised an eyebrow in a deliberate, slow manner. "All I can see is that you can't keep your desk tidy. Maybe if you clean it up, you'll not have any issues with delivering stuff I'm asking for without a delay. Do you need a hand with those papers?"

"NO!" Wriothesley exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock at his own unexpected outburst. "I mean, no need…"

You deftly withdrew his manhood from your mouth, beginning to jerk him, the tip of your tongue dancing over the sensitive mushroom head.

Wriothesley licked his lips briefly, a soft pant escaping him as he covered his mouth with a curled palm, his vulnerability momentarily exposed.

Observing the Duke's flushed countenance, Neuvillette frowned. "Are you sure you're okay? Your cheeks are flushed, and your eyes are glistening. You appear as though you might have a fever. Perhaps I should send someone to check upon you?"

Wriothesley shook his head, struggling to maintain composure. "No need, Neuvillette, I'm just a tad fatigued, that's all."

The Iudex acknowledged with a sigh. "As you say, my friend. But do remember, it's a crucial document, and I need it, right?"

"You have it," Wriothesley affirmed eagerly.

Neuvillette surveyed the expansive room, nodding to himself, and then turned around to depart.

Simultaneously, your actions took a more intimate turn. You intensified your movements on Wriothesley's dick and deftly squeezed his testicles, eliciting a climax that painted your face with three swift spurts of his cum. The seed adorned your nose, lips, and cheek, while a trickle descended down your chin, gracing your exposed décolletage as your dark shirt remained provocatively unbuttoned.

The sudden release prompted a loud moan from Wriothesley, a sound he managed to stifle only after it had echoed through the room.

Certainly, Neuvillette overheard the unexpected noise, prompting him to swiftly pivot around, fixing the Duke with a quizzical raised eyebrow.

Wriothesley endeavored to conjure a quick falsehood, his eyes meeting Neuvillette's with feigned innocence.

Meanwhile, your tongue skillfully traced the sensitive part beneath the Duke's dick which turned out to get even harder than before, focusing on the most prominent vein.

Wriothesley, attempting to maintain composure, offered a sly grin and replied, "Ah, just reminiscing about a particularly amusing anecdote from the Court of Fontaine, my dear Neuvillette. Nothing more."

Neuvillette sighed audibly, his concern evident. "You're spending an excessive amount of time in your office. Maintaining work-life balance is crucial, remember," he gently reminded before departing from the room.

In response, Wriothesley shifted in his chair, leveling you with a stern gaze, his brow quirked, and lips pressed into a thin line. "What the hell, babygirl? Did you genuinely aim to get me caught red-handed with my cock stuffing your mouth, huh?" he inquired, a tad of frustration in his tone. One hand found its place in your hair, while the thumb of the other was used to wipe away his seed from your cheek.

Undeterred, you turned your head and sensually took his thumb into your mouth, sucking on it provocatively, your gaze never leaving his. When you released his thumb, a playful smile adorned your lips as you expressed, "I just wanted to savor the taste of your semen, your grace."

A rosy hue graced Wriothesley's cheeks, his grin taking on a mischievous tilt. "Get on the desk," he commanded.

As an obedient girl, you rose, deftly undoing your belt and shedding your pants along with your panties. His gaze lingered, his tongue moistening his lips in anticipation, as you gracefully hopped onto the desk, perching on the edge and sensually parting your legs, a display crafted exclusively for him.

"So perfect," he murmured, this time relinquishing control as he knelt before you. His fingers delicately parted your folds, and his tongue traced a deliberate path up and down your moist slit, paying particular attention to your throbbing clit.

A symphony of moans escaped your lips, your hand finding solace in his dark locks, fingers entwining in a silent plea. "Oh, fuck, Wrio, more," you urged, surrendering to the escalating waves of pleasure he orchestrated.

Wriothesley moistened two of his fingers with a deliberate lick before expertly guiding them into the warmth of your pussy.

The consequence was your supine form sprawled across his desk, your back gracefully arched, and your legs enveloping his head, seeking intensified friction. In the midst of burgeoning pleasure, a fervent moan escaped your lips, carrying his name in a breathy melody.

Wriothesley's skilled tongue danced over your engorged clit, synchronized with the rhythmic exploration of his fingers within your velvety, slippery walls. "You're delicious, Y/N," he murmured, savoring the moment before bestowing a tender kiss upon your aroused clitoris.

Once you were thoroughly drenched, and your runny juices cascaded onto the marble floor, he rose from his position. With a deliberate motion, he unbuckled his belt and unfastened his fly fully, allowing his uniform pants to slink down his legs, forming a pool at his ankles.

Seated, you took a moment to unbutton his uniform, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he joined in the effort. Soon, his greyish waistcoat and shirt beneath were opened, unveiling a canvas of a muscular torso and abs, each etched with scars that whispered tales of battles endured.

"You're goddamn handsome," you whispered, your lips barely moving.

A gracious smile adorned his face as he expressed his gratitude. His hand then found its place on your chest, exerting a firm pressure that guided you to recline once again on his desk. With practiced ease, he parted your legs with one hand, while the other indulged in jerking his cock.

Wriothesley, driven by an unbridled desire, pressed the tip of his dick against your entrance. With a single, commanding thrust, he fully immersed himself in the warmth of your pussy, bottoming out, leaving you breathless, lips parted, emitting a seductive whine. "God, you're so wet and tight, holy shit," he groaned, fingers gripping your hips as he embarked on a deliberate, slow, and profound rhythm.

Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, an urging plea for him to fuck you deeper. "Fuck me hard, my Duke," you implored, locking eyes with him, fingers clasping his forearm. "I know you've yearned for the taste of my pussy, and now it's yours, all yours," you playfully teased. "I've missed you so much, my grace."

"I missed you too," he whispered, punctuating his words with a potent thrust. Leaning forward, he captured your lips in a slow, passionate kiss, tongues dancing as his dick skillfully explored every gummy spot within you, igniting a symphony of pleasure that resonated through the intimate encounter.

Wriothesley gradually increased his rhythm until the only sounds reverberating within the confines of the room were the amalgamation of your labored panting, impassioned moans, and the rhythmic slapping of skin meeting skin.

His dick pulsated within you, responding to the tightening pressure of your inner walls. "Oh, Y/N, you're so eager to milk my cock, aren't you?" he grunted, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation evident as the tension coiled within his abdomen threatened to unravel. "I'm cumming, holy shit, I'm cumming!"

In an explosive release, he reached the climax for the second time, dispensing the entirety of his thick, heated seed within your pussy, the involuntary contractions of your pussy still clenching his member.

A whimpered cry escaped your lips as you called out his name, your hand slipping between your thighs to tenderly stimulate your swollen clit. "Fuck, oh God," you panted, the intensity of the experience etched across your features. "It was so good, oh God." The room lingered in the aftermath, a symphony of shared pleasure and sated desire.

Wriothesley withdrew from you, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips as he admired the mingled releases oozing from your cunny. Opening a drawer, he retrieved a box of tissues. First, he tended to himself, methodically cleaning and readjusting his attire — zipping his tie and buttoning the shirt, securing his belt, and settling his pants around his hips. Then, with a meticulous touch, he ensured the same care for you. "I needed this," he confessed, picking up your discarded panties and gently guiding them up your legs, assisting you in dressing, "It's been a while, and the tension was oh so painful."

A playful grin adorned your features as you deftly maneuvered into your pants and buttoned your shirt. "I know, my Duke, but you're well aware I've been dispatched on a clandestine mission, leaving me with little control over the situation," you responded, a trace of understanding in your voice.

Wriothesley nodded solemnly. "I know," he affirmed, drawing you into a close and reassuring embrace. His lips pressed gently against the crown of your head. "Thank you."