𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀིHonyedJade (⁎⁍̴̛ ₃ ⁍̴̛⁎)

Another deafening sob is torn from your lips when Rafayel experimentally rolls his hips, his thickened tip pressed into your drooling and tight cunt. He’s laying behind you while you both are on your sides, chest flushed against your back. One of his hands holds onto your thigh tenderly, keeping one of your legs bent forward to uncover your glistening pussy.

“Mmhp. . h- haaah?” Rafayel stutters out, voice shaking and trembling as he pants and moans out your name so sweetly— it takes everything in him to compose himself and not try to satisfy that ache in his lower stomach. 

He leans down to press tender, sweet, and warm bundles of kisses on your flushed skin— starting from your shoulder, neck, ending at your chin. At this, your body relaxes slightly, giving Rafayel the chance to plunge some of his length into your creamy hole with a wet squelch. You gasp out in ecstasy,  fat tears prickling in the corner of your eyes from the sweet and addictive sensation of being stretched out— that bubbling in your lower belly intensifies.   

“M- my pearl. . f- fuck, just l- let me—“ he murmurs out, one of his hands going over your body— fingers expertly drawing perfect circles on your swollen clit, dragging out more arousal from your cunt.

Your temporary worries melt away instantly, instead, replaced with the need to gain more of this addictive pleasure— moaning out, squirming lightly when Rafayel’s fingers pressed on your clit firmer.

“Rafayel. .” You mewl out in a breathless voice, throwing your head back, bumping into him.

Your fingers dig into the sheets harder, resisting the urge to squirm and writhe from his fingers toying with your puffy clit. Rafayel is precise and observant, finding the perfect amount of pressure to apply and what motion to utilize to have you wailing in pleasure instead of pain.

“Yesyes, fe- feel good for me. . my bride” Rafayel encourages, bucking his hips, his cock slipping into your cunt easier than before until his skin was flushed with yours— cock fully buried in your gooey walls. 

More tears sprout in your eyes, breathing coming out chopping and small; it’s hard to breathe when Rafayel is filling you up soo well. . It's overwhelmingly good. He pulls his hips back; cock re-emerging, completely drenched in your sticky arousal, from your velvety walls before pressing back in slowly.

“Haaah. . nngh! F- feels good, my pearl?” Rafayel asks softly, setting a slow and tender pace, each thrust has arousal gushing from your sloppy hole. 

You nod your head, moaning out Rafayel’s name. With his free hand, he guides you to glance over your shoulder by your chin— kissing your lips so gently but passionately. Tongues dragging against each other while his pace speeds up just ever so slightly, that has hot pleasure coursing through your veins.

CALEB

“Haaah hck—! ‘Leb. . yo- you’re too bigg, it won’t fit!” You whine out sadly, voice muffled slightly by the sheets, hips wiggling impatiently. 

Your ass is hanging in the air while your face is pressed into the pillow, thighs parted wide to allow him to settle between them comfortably. Caleb’s cock is too fat and thick, only the bulbous tip is buried snugly in your shopping hole, leaking tons and tons of precum in your walls. It’s frustrating, you keep squirming and wriggling your hips— letting your unnecessary worries get into your head. 

After all, this isn’t the first time you’ve had Caleb inside you, you doubt it would be the last too.

“Mmhp. . will it hurt?” Caleb teases softly, finger smoothing against the warm skin of your plush hips.

He slowly pulls his tip from your stuffed hole with a wet pop, slowly dragging his length through your puffy lips. . coating his length with your juices. Caleb’s heavy cock drags and grinds against your syrupy slit, tip bumping into your clit with each heavy drag. You melt from the pleasure, hole sopping and drooling new arousal. 

Caleb’s fingers glide underneath your body, finding your clit easily— rolling tight circles on the puffy bud to have you gasping and drooling from his touch. His fat tip lines up with your pussy, this time, his thickness easily splits your walls apart— stretching wide until his hips are flushed with yours. 

“Nngh’ ‘leb!” You squeal out, tears clouding your eyes, that heavy weight in your belly is addictive. 

The lewd sight of you; face down, ass up, sweat coating and causing your skin to glisten, moaning out his name so sweetly as his grip tightening on your hips to hold you still as he thrusts his fat length into your velvety walls. Caleb’s balls slap against your puffy clit with each mean thrust, knocking out the oxygen in your lungs. 

“Nngh— ohfuck. . t- there we go, baby! L- let me make ya’ feel good” he moans out, a shiver coursing through his body when your gooey walls spams and quiver around his length. 

You nod your head into the pillow, melting from the overwhelming pleasure Caleb brings. 

ZAYNE

“Ohmygod. . fuckk—! Shit, you’re t- too big. .” You mewl out loudly in a whiney tone, panting and exhaling out in a shaky and ragged manner due to the weight in your lower belly making it harder to breathe. 

Your legs are draped along the outside of his thighs, that pretty cock of his impaling your drooling hole so perfectly— buried to the hilt of your cunt. It just felt too good, too addictive; the pleasurable ache that followed when his thickness stretched your gooey walls apart to accommodate him, the feeling of his veins drag along your velvety walls, and each jolt and twitch of his cock elicits whines. You press your hands onto Zayne’s chest, shakily rocking and rolling your hips to feel him press in deeper. 

“Nghh—. . yo- you’re soo deep” you drool out, wailing and whining when he bucks his hips, letting him press in even deeper. 

“but my beloved. . you managed to take me in so well” Zayne groans out, hands holding your waist gently, thumb smoothing against the slick skin in a comforting fashion.

At Zayne’s words, you whine softly, thighs trembling when his cock bobs and throbs deep inside your pussy. . deliciously brushing against your sweet spot. 

“Mmh. . s- shall I aid my beloved?” He teases softly, those hooded eyes of his scans your body— taking in the sight of you perched on his lap, bodies connected in ten most lewdest way. 

You nod eagerly, grip tightening on his chest as a sort of leverage. With your passionate consent; Zayne’s grip on your hips tighten ever so slightly, rolling your hips in a slow manner. . the wet slosh and squelch of your pussy fills the room as his cock stirs your walls open. With each grind, his cock brushes perfectly against your g-spot— a wave of heat washing through your body as arousal pools to your cunt.

“Hckk—! Fuckk. . god, th- this feels soo good” you slur out, eyes fluttering shit as you enjoy the sensation of pleasure coursing through your body.

You barely recognized when Zayne was slowly lifting you from his lap and pressing you back down— starting off with gentle thrusts. That painful stretch didn’t feel overly suffocating anymore, not when he’s working you open slowly— guiding you up and down while giving you sweet praises. It isn’t too long until you’re happily bouncing on his lap, moaning in delight when he presses so deep into your creamy cunt. . the wet sound of skin slapping against each other fills the room quickly.

Plap plap plapp—

“Mybeloved—. . doing soo well for me, mmhp fuckk—“ Zayne groans breathlessly between moans of your name, letting you use his body in search of your own pleasure.

VALKO

“Valkooo—! Hck! Fuckk. . t- too biggg!” You squeal out loudly into his pillow, body quivering from the pleasure. . helpless beneath him.

The sight of you is lewd; face buried into his pillow, skin slick and glistening from sweat and sticky cum, flesh flushed from the intense heat, pressed into prone bone— the scent of Valko lingers on your skin, it’s too enticing. Only the fat tip of his thick cock is buried into your drooling hole, the stretch of his tip was enough to have you squirming and shaking.

“Shh. . I’ll t- take —mmhp shit. . take c- care of you, baby” Valko pants out, his tail wagging crazily as he presses one of his hands under your body— fingers quickly finding your puffy clit.

His fingers, precise and quick, draw sweet and firm circles onto your engorged clit— drawing out a gasp of his name, cunt becoming slicker and slicker everytime he rolls your clit perfectly. Your hips jolt and twitch in ecstasy, moaning and mewling into the pillows. That stretch that once felt painful and overwhelming felt amazing, inch after inch of Valko’s fat cock plunging into your pussy slowly.

A wet, obscure squelch and slosh of your sopping cunt fills the room when only half of Valko’s length is snug in your velvety walls. That heavy weight in your stomach, this time, is welcomed.

“Haaah. . ohfuckk, d- doing great f’me” he groans out, one arm pressed to your left to keep himself hovering over your body while his other hand still rolls and pressed onto the bundle of nerves above your stretched out hole.

“Valkoo. .” You sob out, a shiver coursing through your body when he leans down to kiss your sweaty back.

“Ju- just a bit more. . —nngh fuck!” Valko grunts out, hips flushed with yours within seconds as his length is plunged deep in your gooey walls.

“Y- yes—!” You gasp out breathlessly, rolling your hips shakily.

Overwhelmed would be an understatement of the way you feel, walls forced to accommodate the thickness of his dick. Valko’s eyes dilated at the erotic sight of you, he had no choice but to pound into your quivering body— slamming his body weight on top of you to allow his length to press deeper and harder into your walls.

“Mmhp—! F- fuck. .” You squeal out loudly, moaning in delight.

“Haaah. . you’ll let me have you, right, baby? —mmhp! L- let me fill you up with my pups” he drools out, slamming his body onto yours with a wet plap, teeth finding your shoulder and back until his mark blooms on your skin.

For those few years, it has been you who has become the strict ruler of your father’s kingdom; a woman who stands above the rest, represents herself. . not a pathetic royal man speaking for her. You have proven yourself well enough, more independent than your dear, poor mother. . more powerful than your blind, ignorant father. You swore to yourself that you would never let a royal man enter your castle with the intent of wedding you and if you had allowed such boldness, he shall never speak above your voice— less he wished for his head to be separated from his body. 

Despite that silent promise you had made to yourself all those years ago, the chatter from those pitiful royal women and men has you completely reconsidering your approach to marriage. Why, you would do absolutely anything to finally silence those annoying pests. . and that is exactly what you plan on doing.

RAFAYEL

Master Rafayel; his family has served under your bloodline for ages, years after years they were recognized as more than excellent painters and were favored for their skills. Your bloodline has entrusted them as personal painters, each one of them were able to perfectly capture the pure beauty of your family— your purple haired painter was no exception to this. Although, compared to his family that kept a professional composure, he was quite comfortable and unapologetically bold when near your presence.

He was quite the gentleman compared to the other possible suitors on your list; happily dragging you away from stuffy conference rooms, sneakily adding a sweet dessert on your lacking meal plate, and even making you feel relaxing during one of his painting sessions. . with you as his personal and favorite muse. And even during the aftermath of the assasination of your parents, he became a shoulder for your tears and sorrows— truly it is no suprise that there are quite some chatter about you and Rafayel’s more intimate relationship, and even less that your considering him to be a name in your list. Although, the royal men and lady may sputter rumors about how unbecoming it is for you, the queen of the kingdom, to take a mere, poor painter as her consort.

Not that you could care about their mindless gossip, after all, it is you who is the queen. . not them. 

“Hmm. .” You hum to yourself, heels clanking softly against the cool marble floor, puffy dress dragging agaisnt the surface with every step you take— eyes darting to glance at each portrait of you hanging on the wall.

You were taking a relaxing and alone walk, it was well deserved after spending hours after hours discussing critical problems in the kingdom. Alongside your steps, there is another. . steps that are much quieter and softer than yours as shoes click agaisnt the marbled floor.

“M’lady. . your presence is utmost important in the discussion room. The utter chaos can only be cooled by your order, it’s recommended you come back sooner rather than later” a voice says in a polite and respectful voice, tone lacking any sort of emotion— it has you scoffing in frustration as you reluctantly turn to face the person.

Catching your sharp gaze as you glance over is Master Rafayel rather than your personal chamberlin, you exhale in relief of being able to avoid that god forsaken room. 

“Mmh. . you’ve been spacing out more than often naught, your majesty” Rafayel muses out in a velvety and gentle voice, fingers tenderly catching a stray strand of your hair to slowly tuck it behind your ear in a smooth motion. 

He smiles teasingly when you briefly look at those gorgeous eyes of his, calloused hands readjusting your crooked necklace as if it was something natural that happens between you two. And it was, Rafayel has done this so many times it was uncountable.

“I’ve just been spending more time thinking. . that’s all” you lie through your teeth, tone dismissive of all his worries.

Instead of Rafayel acting wounded, offended, and overdramatic after hearing your harsh tones. . he just chuckles while wrapping his arms around your mid section, resting his chin onto your shoulder. You click your tongue, melting into his sweet touch. Oh how it would be troublesome if someone was to stumble across the queen and her trusted painter embracing each each other so. . intimate and far too close to be professional. 

It’s perfect. 

“Ooh please, my sweet beloved. That expression on that beautiful face of yours I far from ‘just thinking’” he teases in a light tone, mocking your voice perfectly for extra emphasis to his point.

He leans close, closer than you anticipated, fingers gently peeling the fabric from your neck. Hot breath ghosts agaisnt your flesh, warm and glossed lips press agaisnt the faded away bite mark on your neck— eliciting a breathless gasp from you, a shiver coursing through your body. It isn’t the first time you’ve embraced Rafayel in a intimate manner, forbidden romance was a concept you never truly cared about, you doubt it would be the last time you and him sneaked off to satiate each other’s desire.

“Bold as ever, aren’t we? Who gave you permission to kiss upon my flesh?” You laugh out, sighing when he presses more light kisses to the skin of your neck, collarbone, and shoulder with such passion. 

“Ahh. . apologies, m’ladly. I can’t help but become eager and bold around you. .” Rafayel murmurs again your neck, arms wrapping tighter around your stomach, lips suckling at your skin until bruises blooms on your flesh.

“Is that so. . ? Well, you are not permitted to touch my until I’ve have given you my permission” you breath out between shivers and jolts of your body, biting at your lips to muffle that moan that tries to escape when he licks a broad strip along your neck. 

“Of course, you majesty. .” His lips curl against your skin in a cheeky smile, completely unbothered or unfazed by the assertion in your tone.

“Good. Now, quickly. . follow me to my chambers” you mumble out, swatting him away when he continues to press kisses against your shoulder.

Rafayel interlaces your hands together sweetly, happily letting you guide him further down the hall to your chambers— the quiet sounds of shoes hitting the floor slowly dies down as the door of your bedroom locks behind you.

Oooh, it would be quite terrible if someone happened to stumble by the queen’s chamber. They would be able to hear the breathless moans and gasp shares between you and Rafayel, the rumors would become quite bothersome if so. 

“Haaah. .” Rafayel pants out against your kiss-swollen lips, battered breath fanning on your flesh, that tongue of his gently tracing along your glossy lips. 

“Mmhp. . nngh, R- Raf’” you moan our against his lips, arms wrapping around your shoulder to tug him closer and closer to your body until your chest was flushed against his.

“Mmhp. . you beauty is to be admired, my beloved” he mumbles out softly, agile fingers unclasping your necklace and pulling the jewerly from around your neck, placing it on the bedside to be forgotten.

“You say this every time, my dear. .” You whispers out breathlessly, nibbling on his bottom lip to elicit a delighted groan from the painter. 

“And yet, I still speak the truth” Rafayel teases, fingers tickling agaisnt your ribs

In a quick motion, Rafayel grips at your plush hips tightly— lips trailing down from your lips to your neck, suckling noisily at the flesh until you let out a moan of approval. Your fingers cards through the purple strands of his hair, taking one step at a time as you guide him to your bed. You gently push him to lay onto your bed, climbing into his lap, straddling him while your hands rest on his chest. 

“O-oh my gods. . your highness, you look absolutely radiant from down here. .” He pants out, hands tightening their grip on your hips.

His fingers, flexible, skilled, and fast quickly pull each bothersome piece of clothing off your body— layer after layer until you lay with only garments on. And you do the same for Rafayel until his bare chest is rising and falling agaisnt the palm of your hand and a noticeable bulge agaisnt the swell of your ass.

“Eager. . mmh?” You moan softly, letting him slowly slidee his hand from your waist to your back, gently pushing until his face was buried between your clothed chest.

With a quick flick of his index fingers, Rafayel tugs away your chest restraints and tossing them aside to the floor to be forgotten. One of the hands on your back drifts to your exposed chest to press the mounds together— lips suckling at both of your nipples hungrily, tongue smearing and slowly dragging agaisnt the sensitive bud in a worshipping fashion. You shiver in delight, dragging your fingers through his hair again to earn muffled moans from the painter.

“Oh heavens. .” You gasp out, unconsciously rolling your hips to grind your clothed pussy agaisnt his crotch. 

The wet slurping sound of his mouth, shamelessly lapping at your puffy nipples fills the room now— along with your breathless meals each time your clit bumps against his clothed cock. You can feel the wet spot of Rafayel’s precum, cock leaking and bobbing against the sensitive folds of your pussy. 

“Nnghh. . mmh! Haah. . en- enough, let me have you, my love” you sigh out, rolling your hips one last time to feel him groaning into your chest, the vibration coursing through your body. 

You lift your hips up, one of your hands reaching down to tug down his garments until it reached to his knee— peeling your soaked panties to the side. Your cunt is still overly sensitive, puffy and swollen from the overload of attention he gave you not too long. While in your chamber waiting for the rest of the royal men and women to fill the conference room, Rafayel’s slender fingers found themself dipping and thrusting deep into your creamy pussy— leaving you feeling warm and needy during the meeting.

You’ve had quite enough of Rafayel’s teasing, pent up and annoyed. He’s still fondling, sucking, and pinching at your breasts, moaning when you slap his pretty cock agaisnt your slick folds with a wet plapp. In an agonizingly slow pace, you drag his long cock through your syrupy folds— pressing the bulbous tip of his cock agaisnt your slick cunt, rolling your hips to feel the pressure on the hood of the sensible bud even better.

Through hooded eyes, you attempt to peak between your thighs. . only being graced a small peak; his cock rutting through your fat pussy lips, over and over in a dizzying manner. Even though the lack of penetration is slightly frustrating, this was just far more arousing and passionate; Rafayel moaning and groaning into your chests as you use his body to make you both feel wonderful. 

“Nngh—. . he- heavens, this feels too good —mmhp” you moan out, letting him grip your hips for support.

The heavy dragg of Rafayel’s cock; through your sopping folds, against puffy and twitching clit, and against your drooling hole. You’re lathering his pretty cock in that creamy, syrupy slick, your arousal mixing up with the beads of precum he leaks. He’s dizzy, eyes rolled back as he nuzzles deeper into your chest— desperate to keep his mouth busy as he lewdly alpacas your nipples, even teasing you by tracing his teeth agaisnt the bud.

“Mmhp. . nghh” Rafayel moans out, breath fanning on your chest, nibbling on your flesh like it’s a toy.

There’s a familiar tingle in your lower abdomen, brewing up fast and quick. Perhaps it’s the perfect weight of your chest pressed onto his face, air doesn’t come easily, or was it the way you grip his dick while dragging him through your cunt it a addictive motion— he doesn’t know but it has him shivering under you, cock throbbing in your hand as he shoots his cum into your sopping folds while letting out a shaky groan.

“M’ladly. . nghh” he whines, bucking his hips up to have his tip slipping into your cunt— stretching you perfect.

You gasp out, whining out his name in a sweet voice, creaming around his cock while one of your hands dart to tug at his hair. 

“Mmhp. . oh heavenss, I’m n- not quite finished with you yet” you pant out breathlessly, letting those long inches of his cock slip into your pussy with a wet squeallch.

. . . .

Your chambers are mostly shrouded in darkness, only the small candle lit by your bedroom brings light. In your hands rests a grey bird feather, the tip coated in black ink. The soft snoring coming from beside you is what tears you attention from important matters; Rafayel’s gorgeous face is smushed against your pillow, one of his hands holding yours gently but firmly saying “please don’t let go, stay with me. . just for a little longer”.

Your hands move faster than you expected; with the feather in hand, you quickly cross away five names of noble men. You blow out the candle, snuggling back into Rafayel’s side, just this time you will indulge in your own desires. In the paper, the name, Rafayel, is circled in thick black. . a simple reminder to consider the painter as your future husband. 

ZAYNE

Doctor Zayne; he was truly the best doctor in your whole kingdom, spending years after years meticulously studying and thoroughly examining the human bodie’s structure, functions, immune system, along with identifying each job of tissues and organs. He was well recognized and respected for his great skills, often taught by the higher class for his talen fo miraculously heal even the incurable. It was your parents who were the ones who entrusted the dark colored hair boy the importance role as your personal doctor, your father personally ensured you had a weekly checkup by the doctor— frightened that his only daughter might suffer from an undiagnosed disease and would forced to hire an unskilled doctor to pathetically attempt to cure her.

While, yes, your father could be alright overdramatic when it came to your health, it gave you the perfect opportunity to speak to the quiet doctor. You quickly recognized that Zayne kept up a professional appearance when in the same room as your parents and the attendees your father hired, but when it was just the two of your the atmosphere switched from rehearsed to something much more than comfortable. He was the complete opposite of how you initially imagined; he was tender and sweet, gentle at your worst moments, and suprisingly teasing at certain moments. 

The only word that would describe Zayne the best would be gentleman, compared to the other possible consorts on your list. . the doctor was far too intimate around you— easily excusing you from the stressful conference room, carful to not overwhelm you during one of his checkups, accompanying you on your walk through the castel’s garden, changing your meals to become more nutritious and flavorful, and even pulling you from your work room when you refuse to get sleep. And even the day after finding out your parents were assasinated, he became sturdy and dependable for you— while he could be strict, he was constantly encouraging you not to neglect your mental and physical health due to depression lingering ominously over your head like a guillotine. It truly was no surprise that there were some curious, nosy, and envious eyes watching your, downright, romantic interactions with the infamous doctor, and even more less that he had become on of the options to be your consort.

And while, yes, it was quite. . unprofitable for the queen to take her personal doctor as her dearest— it would become the biggest talk of the kingdom, surely those royal men and lady would finally utter a true rumor about you. Although you knew it was unbecoming of you to even consider Zayne as an option, the thought of marrying a snobby, egotistical, and bratty rich man just for the sake of your reputation. . why, you’d rather drink an oversized cup of poison.

“Mmh. .” You softly hum to yourself a tune that has been stuck in your head for what felt like ages, resting agaisnt the railing of the balcony— peering down at the different flowers and roses planted in your outside garden that seemed to strech of forever, drinking up the sight of the array of soft colors.

There is a sweet and gentle breeze that blows along through the fields, certain strands of your hair flows with the tender breeze. It’s been a few hours since you arrived at the balcony, though it felt only a few minutes of you standing and admiring in silence— the quietness was taken as a reward for surviving yet another long conference in your throne room about worries for impending problems with the kingdom’s lack of resources. In a slow motion, you slowly reach your fingers to gently drag under the ribbon around your neck to feel the abused, fender flesh of your neck, collarbone, and shoulder— you can almost still feel the feather-like lips gliding and pressing against your flushed skin, sharp teeth of Zayne teasing your poor skin until he finally decided to suckle on your skin until there was a pretty mark left behind.  

As if your intimate relationship with Zayne wasn’t alreadly the most popular gossip throughout your kingdom; if they knew that you and doctor had embraced each other, locked in your chambers under the moonlight, more than a few times to finally satiate that burning sexual tension between you both. . why, you doubt you’d ever hear the end of it. Whilst you were in deep thought while gazing at the garden, you failed to hear the quiet steps. . shoes tapping against the marble floor softly until the sound goes silent, stopped directly behind you.

“M’ladly. . have you been here all this time? It has become quite late now, I must advise you to try to get as much sleep to prepare for yet another conference tomorrow morning” a soothing and gentle voice sighs out, mixed with exhaustion and perhaps something else— the familiar voice and tone has you quickly spinning on your heel to face the person, Zayne. 

At the sight of the man, your body relaxes and melts against the railing unconsciously— your gaze turns back to stare at the lovly sight of the royal garden below again. Zayne joins you in resting agaisnt the railing, standing beside you. . much closer than you anticipated, though it wasn’t like you were going to push him away. Especially when he’s tender, roughed-up hands dragging through your hair in a gentle rhythm to scratch at your scalp; his other hand moves to capture the stray hair by your face to pull it closer to him, leaning in to kiss it sweetly while maintaining eye contact. . pushing the strand back behind your ear.

Your cheeks flushed in a pretty shade in the cool air, lips parted as you opt to silently stare at Zayne who’s treating you so tenderly unlike your other consort options. Catching your gaze, he sends you a tired but, netherless, pretty smile— his fingers drag against the soft skin of your cheek before retracting away. This feeling that bubbles intensely in your stomach, this felt far too natural, intimate, and regular. . and that’s because it was, you couldn’t possibly remeber the amount of times he’s gently touched you as if you were made of glass.

“Dearest? Are you feeling well. . shall I escort you to your chamber?” Zayne offers in a tone full of concern, those beautiful eyes of his peering down at you with such adoration. 

“Mmh?” You hum out in a sleepy tone in response, he can practically see exhaustion bleeding from your relaxed form. 

It takes you a few, silent moments to finally utter something else than a quiet hum in acknowledgment.

“Ahh. . yes. It has become quite late. . hmm” you hum, taking a quick glance to the moon high in the sky while casting a pretty glow on you both. 

“I shall be fine here to linger, you must rest too” you remind gently, side eyeing the man when he moves closer until your shoulders brush. 

You tear your gaze from him to look towards the fields of flowers, humming when he gently carries your shoulder to encourage you to look back into his eyes. . in which you do. Oh my, while you doubt any of your servants would be awake at such late hours since they have quite the strict schedule; the thought of someone catching the queen and her dead doctor lingering far too close to each other, and in such a non-professional manner too, has you smiling softly. It truly was a smart choice to have his name on your list, perhaps you’ll find a consort much sooner than expected. You smile mischievously, you really can’t help the feeling to tease poor Zayne, eager to gain a reaction from the reserved doctor.

“I must ask, my love, does sleep deprivation make you become more bolder?” You tease, darting your eyes to the closeness until he understood what you were referring to. 

Instead of just brushing away your teasing remark like you originally expected from him, Zayne smiles softly and chuckles at your poor attempt to elicit a reaction from him— calloused hands tenderly pull you by your shoulders, embracing you in a sweet, close hug. Well, close was an understatement. . you could feel his heart pounding agaisnt your chest, his heartbeat is slow and rhythmic. 

“No, I’ve always been like this around you, my beloved” he teases back, fingers carding through your hair.

“However. . my queen” Zayne interrupts the comfortable silence between you both, guiding you by your chin to stare into your eyes.

“The nobles will notice the lack of energy in your behavior, you must sleep” he urges, earning a scoff from you.

“If you must know, I feel no tiredness. In fact, I doubt they’d worry so much about me, they are far too busy pestering me about finding a consort!” You grumble out in frustration at the mere thought of being annoyed by those nobles, humming softly when he drags his hand down the expanse of your back in a soothing motion.  

He leans in smoothly, with precise hands, he quickly unties the ribbon around your neck to let it slide down to your shoulders. Zayne’s warm breath pools agaisnt the sensitive skin of your neck, his lips ghosting your warm skin. . your breath hitches lightly. A shiver coursing through your body when warm lips softly press agaisnt the almost completely faded away bite mark on your neck— his lips dragging agaisnt your skin until he was just practically kissing and worshipping each inch of your neck.

“It’s almost gone. . hmm” he murmurs out, hooded eyes peering non-discreetly at your lips, there’s a hint of hidden desire buried in his eyes.

In order for Zayne to distract himself, he buries his face back into the warmth of your neck, dark strands of hair scattered along your skin. . lightly tickling you. You giggle softly, quickly catching onto what was bothering him— humming in delight when his presses kiss after kiss to your skin, dragging his tongue along your neck to your exposed shoulder, earning himself a gasp. 

“Mmh? Is there something in your mind, my dear doctor” you tease between shivers and twitches of, moaning in ecstasy when he drags his tongue along your shoulder before suckling on the skin shamelessly.

“Ahh. . your highness” Zayne moans into your neck, greedy hands dragging along your back and hips, squeezing your flesh tenderly. 

“— I fear I have become too comfortable in your presence. .” He groans into your skin, unable to tear himself away from the delightful taste of your skin.

“My oh my. . are you blaming me for your eagerness and lack of restraint? Perhaps all the rumors in kingdom about how stoic my doctor can be. . is wrong” you giggle, dragging your finger through his hair. 

“Please. . do not tease me, beloved” Zayne groans against yours skin, sighing in relief when you gentle take his hands in yours as you walk off the balcony— shutting the glass door behind you. 

With interlaced hands, you drag him by the hand through the long hallways of your palace— only the ring candles on the wall and the moonlight peeking through the curtains provided a spruce of light in the dark halls. The soft and gentle sounds of your heel smacking against the halls echos throughout, until it suddenly goes quiet as the lock of your chambers let out a soft click.

“Oh heavens. .” A soft gasp is muffled slightly by the thick door of your bedroom. 

It’s quite late now, the night seemingly less dark as it was when you were standing on the balcony. You doubt anyone would be awake at this time, and perhaps it was a good thing that no one would be awake. If anyone was awake and walking around at such late hours they’d be able to hear the loud but muffled moans, whimpers of Zayne, and the barely hearable groans coming from inside your chambers.

Skilled hands tug and pry away the thin fabric of your clothes, discarding the silky fabric to the floor, forgotten until the morning. Your pressed against the bed, thighs parted to accommodate Zayne between them, his hands sprawled against the soft skin of the inside of your thighs to keep you open. You neck and shoulder is marked by his mouth, a slight shine on each hickey on your skin.

Your chest, mounds toyed, sucked, and lapped at until it was overly sensitive. There’s a loud gasp tugged from your lips, thighs twitching when he shamelessly slurps and moans into your cunt, practically worshipping you with his tongue that drags through your syrupy folds. Zayne’s glasses are fogged from the heat between you both, your juices coating the lower half of his face messily— and yet he can’t pull away form the addictive flavor of you. 

“Nngh! Z- zayne!” You cry out loudly, nibbling at your bottom lip as you tug at the darkend strands of his hair.

Zayne’s tongue drags back and forth and an agonizingly slow pace, focused off parting your folds apart to lap at your swollen clit. The wet slurping sound of his mouth, shamelessly lapping at your pussy until your back is arching off the bed. 

“Nghh! Haah. . enough, I need more” you whine out, eyes rolling back is ecstasy.

Reluctantly, he pulls away from your sopping cunt, a thin sticky string of spit and arousal connects from his swollen lips to your warmth.

Zayne pants out your name, dragging two thick fingers through your fat folds— pulling arousal from your drooling hole all the way to your throbbing clit. A gasp is torn from you when two slender fingers easily press deep into your cunt, slipping in and out with such ease— a loud squelch echoing throughout your bedroom. 

“Haah. . heavens, you look delightful like this, m’ladly” he moans out, his fingers pistoning Ina nd out of your drooling hole— and he’s even curling them perfectly to where they reach nice and deep.

While Zayne is precise and skilled when it comes to using his fingers, he knows you body intimately to where he knows how to make you feel drunk of pleasure. Your gasp and whines is delight of loud, his name leaving your lips after each moan. 

“Ngh! Mmhp! N- need you, now” you breathe out between moans and gasps, pressing him against your bedsheets while you straddle him. 

His cock bobs and twitches against your exposed pussy, coaxing you to roll your hips— moaning when the rough texture of his pants grinds against your puffy bud. As quick as you can, you pull off the bothersome layers of Zayne that stays between you both, pressing his cock again your slicked folds, dragging back and forth.

With an obscure squealchh, Zayne’s thickened head presses into your drooling hole and dips in— fat inches sinking into your velvety walls until he was buried to the hilt of your pussy.

“Ooh. . nghh, my beloved, y- you feel wonderful” Zayne groans out, head tousled agaisnt your pillow, dark hair scattered like a halo.

Shakily, you raise yourself off his lap, slamming yourself back down on his cock with a wet plap.

Your thighs tremble as you set the perfect pace— not too fast, ensuring his cock reaches deep into your velvety walls. Zayne’s grip on your hips tighten, holding onto you as you ride him. 

“Haah. . beloved” you moan, letting him drag you back down to his mouth. . lips lapping at your puffy, stiff nipples. 

Zayne is messy, spit dripping from his lips, catching onto your skin. You can feel him bobbing and throbbing in your cunt, precum beading into your gooey walls. 

“Nghh. . Haah” you whimper out, walls tightening around his slender length. 

“Mmhp-! M- my beloved, please, cum around me, let me make you feel good” he moans out softly, chanting yes over and over again when you tremble in his hold. . walls milking him as you cream around his length. 

He groans into your breasts, cock shooting thin ropes of cum into your walls, his grip tightening on your hips.

“Haah. . n- not done” you murmur, hips slamming into his as you fuck yourslef on his length again. 

. . . .

Sunlight beams through your pushed back curtains, casting a pretty glow on the man naked in your bed, nuzzling into your pillow. You’re sitting at your desk, blinking tiredly as you dip the tip of your quill into the small container of black ink. The soft murmur of your name makes you curiously turn your head, smiling softly when you see Zayne; cheek smushed against your pillow, hair sprawled along your bed, a peaceful expression on his face, and a hand reaching out to find your warmth only for it to be gone.

Your write on the thin paper in front of you faster than before, the barley worth knowing names of noble men are scratched off by black ink, leaving only two names. You cover up the black ink with the cap, the chair making a soft screech sound as it glides against the floor when you get up. You shift under the covers of your sheets, snuggling close to Zayne which he grabs onto you instantly.

One of the two names on the paper included Zayne, just a sweet reminded to consider him as one of your top consort options.

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“Ohgod—! Valko —mmhp. . I- I need a break!” You hiccup out through loud wails and breathless moans, shivering and trembling widely from the overwhelming pleasure Valko has bringing for hours after hours. 

Your voice is completely battered and high pitched from how much you’ve been screaming in ecstasy every time Valko forces his thick cock into your drooling hole, pushing you over the edge over and over until he’s reduced you into a babbling mess. Godd. . how long has it been since your boyfriend trapped you on the bed?

Keeping you immobilized in the meanest mating press, rough hands splayed on the underside of your soft thighs— forcing your thighs to stay glued to your plump chest.  

“G- god. . you feel sooo good ‘round me—! This pussy is just so —nghh, t- tight ‘n. . hckk— wet” Valko stutters out, shameless with his words. 

“Needa’ f- fill you up —fuckk! wanna’ -haaah ohfuck, wa- wanna fill you up till your dripping m- my cum out, baby” he pants out between groans of your name and breathless whimpers, his terry digging into his bottom lip till scarlet trickles from the small punctures. 

With a broken, whiney voice, you loudly squeal out his name— tears trickling down your flushed cheek as fresh tears waters in your glossy eyes. When he leans down to be closer to your exhausted body, the angle only has his thick cock sinking even deeper into your creamy pussy. . eliciting a sweet wail, your body uselessly writhing. That hungry mouth of Valko’s finds itself suckling on the exposed and sensitive skin of your neck, tongue dragging along your sweaty skin. 

With each push of his hips, thick cock plunging deep into your raw and swollen velvety walls, his thick cum pours down the delightful curve of your ass. . staining the messy fabric below. Needily, Valko suckles the skin of your neck aggressively, a wet pop filling the room when he pulls away to admire the pretty mark he left. Your flavor; sweet, inviting, and addictive lingers on his tongue, cock bobbing in your gooey, white- covered walls.

“N- noo — mmhp! ne- need more of this sweet, baby!” Valko whines out pathetically, his grip tightening on your poor thighs— surely there will be a bruise on your tender flesh. 

The thickened knot at the base of his cock pulses widely, kissing at your swollen pussy lips with every mean thrust. 

“Valko—!” You gasp out, shivering violently when his lips find your sweet spot on your neck, submitting to his own instincts. . those sharp canines of his drag along your poor skin until you conceive his mark.

Your velvet walls convulse and squeeze so tightly around his cock, a lewd squeal torn from you when your pussy erotically sprays your juices on Valko’s abdomen. He tears a whiney shriek from you when one of his hands slides from your thighs to rub firmly and roughly at your swollen clit— groaning in pure delight when more jets of your juices sprays from your over sensitive cunt.

“Nnngh—. . ohfuckk! H- haah, ca- can’t take it! Too much—!” You moan out, throwing your head against the pillow, hair sprawled out. 

“C’monn, le- lef me —nghh fuckfuckfuck. . fill you with my pups, baby” He groans out in a primal tone, cock twitching and drooling thick beads of precum in your walls.

He’s soo close, knot throbbing painfully as it begs to be buried deep in your creamy pussy. You barely manage to arch your back, shouting out his and when your cunt is stretched out by the thick swell of his knot. Valko whines, drool seeping from his lips to drip on your neck as his knot slowly and slowly spreads your hole wider to accommodate the extra stretch. 

It slips in with an obscure and loud squealchh, eliciting loud moans from both of you as it just presses deeper and deeper into your poor pussy. Valko opens his mouth wide, groaning as he bites at your neck, sharp teeth piercing into your until blood seeps from the small punctures. . his tongue smoothing the aching area— you let out an ear piercing scream, sobbing as you feel his wet tongue smearing against your sensitive skin.

“Haaah—! Ohfuckfuckfuck! V- Valko. . hckk” You wail out, a new batch of fat tears pouring from your glossy eye as your hole lewdly slurps his knot until it is seated deep in your cunt.

“Ju- just like thatt. . nnghh— y- you take me soo well—!” Valko whines out, closing his eyes tightly, shoving his nose into your hair to sniff up your delicious scent while his tail wags fastly. 

Valko’s balls twitch and tighten as thick ropes of his cum shoot deep into your spasming hole— your belly bloated from how much he’s been filling you up. Your pussy throbs and aches, a small ring of cum forming around his base, his balls throbbing against your ass as his cock throbs. . shooting more and more cum into your sloppy hole. And with his knot stuck and plunging your cunt, your trembling and whining from the fullness— not knowing what to do with yourself.  

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“Nngh—! F- feels sooo good!” You squeal out, pressing harder onto your clit, bouncing yourself faster on the dildo until the sweet heat in your lower belly is intensifying.

Your sopping cunt easily swallows the thick and fat size of the toy, the ring of white circles around the thickened base— evidence of how turned on you were. The hand pressed against the bed reaches up to you with your bouncing breasts, fondling the soft mounds. There’s a delightful tingle in your thighs, parted so wide but the pain melts into pure pleasure.

“C- Caleb! Mmp— ohfuck!” You gasp out in ecstasy, your fingers slick, making it easier for you to roll your engorged clit faster until you’re helplessly squeezing around the dildo. . so close to cumming until—

The door to your shared bedroom snaps open with a loud bang; he grips the door handle tightly, panting feverishly with his cheeks flushed bright pink, his eyes darkens as he spots you within a seconds. You squeal out, half mortified that you didn’t even hear him walking through the hallways, but also half aroused when you see that thick bulge in his pants. Caleb walks over quickly, pressing in your plush, lower belly to have sobbing in pleasure and falling in your back. 

Caleb grabs the thick base of the dildo, one hand splayed on the underside of your fat thighs to press them onto the squishy rolls of your stomach— he pulls the toy from your gooey pussy, slamming it in deep and fast while your walls struggle accommodate such thickness of the toy. You squeal, tears springing in the corner of your eyes as you wrap your arms around your chest. 

“Mmhh. . does it feel good, baby? Had such a fun time teasing me with those sweet moans, hmm?” Caleb groans out, eyes darkening even more when your dripping pussy lets out a wet squealchh of sloshh every time he buries the dildo to the hilt of your cunt.

You babble incoherently, toes curling up when the palm of his hand accidentally bumps into your swollen clit— eliciting gasps of his name. Fat tears blurs in your vision from the addictive sensation of the dildo streching you wiide, filled perfectly, with every thrust, walls spasming when Caleb pulls the toy from your pussy with a heavy dragg of the dildo against your aching walls— a cycle that has your back arching weakly from the bed, legs shivering and twitching from the delightful pleasure.

“Oh fuck, pips. . you’re shivering and trembling. Sensitive?” He coos out, his hands smacking against your flesh with a wet plap with every thrust.

You are already overly sensitive, crying out Caleb’s name loudly. A part of you regrets teasing him, but when he makes you feel soo good. . you wouldn’t mind doing this again.

“It’s t- too big! Haah—! fuck, too mu- much!” You squeal out, squirming lightly when you feel his breath suddenly pools over your exposed clit.

“Mmh. .” Caleb hums into your clit, lips engulfing the bud as he slurps and sucks noisily at the swollen bundle of nerves. 

Your eyes roll back so far, goody walls quivering around the dildo tightly as white hot heat blinds your vision— your sticky juices squirting from your cunt with an obscure wet sound. Caleb stills lazily lapped at your clit even when you buck and roll your hips away, trading nibbling at the bud.

“Nghh! N- no more” you squeal out, trembling from your intense orgasm.

You sob out when the messy dildo slips from your cunt with a wet pop, Caleb drags the thick tip through your fat pussy lips— only dipping the tip into your needy hole occasionally. You cry out, wailing when he continues to only let the tip slip in, stretching you out, only to deprave you by slipping it out again. . repeating the process. 

“Nooo. . need more! please d-don’t stop! S- stop teasing” You gasp out, rolling your hips widely. 

“Oh? You don’t like it when I tease you, pips? You’ve gotten all shy on me” he grins, leaning to his your flushed cheek, letting the fat tip slip back inside. 

This time, instead of teasing, he pressed the toy until it’s buried deep in your cunt. You breathe out harshly at the sweet stretch, shivering when it lightly presses into your sweet spots. Caleb quickly unbuckles his belt, thick cock slapping against his abdomen, beads of precum leaking from the tip.   

“Mmhp— fuckkk, look at you” he groans out, cupping his throbbing cock in the palm of his hand, jerking himself off while you watch.

Instead of removing the toy from your pussy, he presses the tip of his cock against your puffy clit— still jerking himself off slowly while he fucks you with the dildo. Caleb groans out your name, dragging the thick tip of his cock against your clit in a slow manner. 

“Nghh—! N- no! Gonna’ cum again!” You wail out, walls tightening around the filling toy.

“That’s right, cum for me again” Caleb encourages, slapping his tip against your clit. 

You jolt and twitch, lips parted as melody of moans leaves them. You shut your eyes tightly, creaming around the dildo for the nth time. Caleb chuckles darkly, replacing the dildo with his throbbing cock— inch by inch dipping into your overstimulated pussy. 

Caleb forced you into mating press, fat thighs pressed against your chest as you lets his weight collapse on you with every thrust. Drool seeps from your lips, you are a mess. 

“More—! Harder—! Deeper—! Fuck me harder ‘leb!” You encourage, babbling out yes when does just that. 

He moans at your words, eyes shut tightly while he lifts himself only to drop his weight on your body— letting his cock press deepp in your creamy pussy. The way you moan out his name so sweetly has his heavy balls twitching against the fat of your ass, promising to fill you full with his cum until it spills from your stuffed cunt.

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There are two thick fingers sliding through your sopping, fat folds— dragging up and down, fingers smearing your syrupy juices all over your messy pussy. One finger gently teases your quivering entrance, barely dipping in before dragging your arousal back to your aching clit. . rolling the bud in circles until you gasp in delight.  You tangle your hands in Zayne’s hair, holding and tugging onto the strands in ecstasy. 

“Nghhh—! Haaah, a- stop teasing meee, Zaynie’. . I-i need moree!” You drool out from your stupor, whimpering when he suckles harder onto your nipple. . moaning softly to send vibrations through your body. 

Your body reacts wonderfully to Zayne’s touch, it’s becoming increasingly harder to deny you that sweet pleasure you desire when you beg so unapologetically to your husband. Two slender fingers pressed against your hole, plunging to hilt of your pussy with a welt squealchh— stretching your walls sooo perfectly it has you choking on a moan. You gasp on his name, toes curling up, shivering helplessly from that burning pleasure. 

He groans against your chest, finally releasing your nipples— teasing the bud by gently nibbling until you squeal. Instead, he roughly drags his tongue against your nipple, to the valley between your mounds, then to your other breast— giving it that same sweet treatment. Zayne’s fingers reaches soo deep, curling and slamming into your velvety walls with an obscure sloshh of your wet cunt.

The inside of Zayne’s hand slaps meanly into your puffy clit with every thrust of his fingers back into your greedy warmth, sending delightful shocks of pleasure through your already exhausted body. You can barely keep up, melting into the sheets as he explores your cunt— fingers somehow pressing deeper into your gooey walls, your arousal coating the base of his digits. 

“Mmh. . doing soo perfectly for me, sweetheart” Zayne murmurs against your chest, foggy glasses pressing into your skin as he tilts his head for a better angle to lap and drag his tongue against your nipple. 

You whine in response, gasping loudly when the temperature of his skin seems to drop too quickly. Synchronized, goosebumps erupts all over your body, shivering from his cool touch. One of Zayne’s hands presses hard onto your belly, fingers still positioning deep into your drooling hole.

Through scrunched up eyes, you can barely see Zayne peering up at you with lust and hungry filled eyes. He gazes at your body, drinking up every single once of your reactions to his touch; twitching, jumping, shaky breaths, he’s remembering every single one. He perfectly curls his fingers until he presses against your g-spot, the hand off your plush belly pressing harder as he thrusts his fingers into your spasming hole. 

“Haah—! O-oh fuck! Nngh. . fe- feels toooo good!” You wail out, eyes rolling back as your back arches once again. 

That subtle heat in your lower belly is now bold and loud, you’re sooo close to cumming. It’s just that, this feels more intense and hotter than you expected. Your skin feels more heated and stimulated.

“Mmhp—! Z- Zayne!” You squeal out, hands tugging at his hair as he groans from the tiny pain.

Your velvety walls quiver and tighten around his fingers, sucking him deeper as he miraculously keeps his same pace— a medium pace but he presses deeper into your pussy with every thrust. You can barely string words together, squealing in ecstasy when that boiling, white hot pleasure explodes in your belly. Your juices squirt from your sopping pussy, the liquid spraying onto Zayne’s arm and hands. 

It’s messy, your whimpering and tears are dripping from your eyes, hips jolting and shaking from how intense your orgasm was. Zayne didn’t seem to mind, eyes shut as he enjoys the way your nipples jolt against his tongue— fingers still steady fucking into your sloppy hole. 

By time you ride your orgasm, Zayne is dragging his tongue against your heated skin until he reaches your dripping and glistening pussy. 

“Mmh? N- no! P- please, I can’t handle it —nghh!” You mumble out barely coherent words, intensely trembling when he drags his tongue through your syrupy folds.

“Just let me clean you up, my beloved” he murmurs against your fat pussy lips, tongue dragging from your hole to your twitching clit— suckling onto the nerve until you squirm.

CALEB

Your breathing is completely erotic and ragged, it’s becoming awfully hard to breathe when the pleasure is overwhelming. You’re twitching and shivering in ecstasy; your body is burning hot, slick and glistening from sweat, lower belly stained by your own juices. It’s not just the pleasure that’s making it hard to breathe, it’s from Caleb— pistoning a thick dildo, molded after his cock, to ram deep into your raw cunt with an obscure squealchh.

“Hnng—! I. . fu- fuckk!” You gasp out between breathless moans, back arching off the bed every time the dildo kisses at your g-spot. 

The toy can easily press into your most sensitive spots, just like Caleb can, it’s delicious the way it stretches out your velvety walls. Your thighs tremble violently, walls spasming and quivering around the toy— sobbing out your boyfriend’s name when he engulfs your clit in his hungry mouth, suckling onto the puffy bud. He drags his tongue against the engorged hood, smearing his tongue against your clit in a slow manner. . up and down.

The dildo was fucking deeper into you now, relentless, each push of the toy was aimed directly at that spot inside you that made your toes curl and your vision blur— eliciting breathless sobs from your swollen lips. Caleb’s lips wrap around your poor clit, sucking hard. You let out a broken yelp of his name, Caleb, eyes rolling back so far as his tongue flicks at the hood of the engorged bud. 

The pleasure is becoming too much for your poor, overwhelmed body to handle. Being so thoroughly filled by a thick dildo while your clit was being suckled and lapped at by a rough tongue; your kind counselor focused on anything beside Caleb and how he’s making you feel sooo good.

“Haaah—! F- feels too good, ngh!” You squeal out loudly, hips bucking widely at the pleasure.

“Mmhp—! Ca- Caleb!” You whine out, tears clinging to the corner of your eyes.

Caleb drags his tongue firmly against the swollen flesh of your bud, sneaking his spit all over your messy pussy. He’s loud, groaning, moaning, and whining into your pussy— the vibrations coursing through your body, eliciting a sob from you. 

“Haah. . mmh? Yes?” Caleb hums out in response to you whimpering out his name, his warm breath fanning onto your exposed clit— there’s a pleasurable wave of heat that pools down to your cunt, arousal gushing around the toy.

He suckles back onto your clit, the non-stop attention he gives you is enough to have you squirming and writhing from the pleasure. Your clit, swollen, buzzing, and glistening from arousal, is throbbing in pleasure when Caleb drags his tongue against the bud over and over. It’s like he can’t keep his mouth unoccupied for too long, he needs to keep his mouth against your pussy. 

“Nngh—! O- oh fuckkk. .” You wail out loudly, velvety walls tightening around the didlo— juices pooling at the base of the toy. 

It’s messy. The wet squealch of your sopping pussy, the obscure slurping sound of Caleb lapping at your clit like his life depended on it. That heat in your lower belly is warm, it has you violently shivering in ecstasy.   

And Caleb, he’s just as messy; unapologetically loud when slurping at your puffy clit. That slurping sounds, squelching, and muffled moans, groans, and grunts against your mound is loud. Once again, he 

hums against your pussy, suckling and lapping at your cunt like his life depends on it, shamelessly moaning your poor, buzzing clit. 

“I ne- need more of you. . give me mo-more. .—“ he murmurs against your clit, one of his hands digging greedily into the fat of your thighs to push you open wider— simultaneously forcing your fat folds to part. 

“Haah. . nngh, w- wanna cumm” you drool out, rolling your head back to lay against the pillow. 

Your hips are relentless, bucking and squirming from him. Yet, Caleb pays no mind to it, he’s too big lewdly and erotically lapping at whatever sensitive skin of yours he can. Perhaps he’s gone completely drunk at how sweet you are— sweet, you taste just like how he imagined you would.

That thick toy, pressing deep and roughly into your g-spot, has you choking on air. And with a loud cry of Caleb’s name, your gooey walls clamp down tightly around the dildo, your juices spraying from your stuffy hole. 

“Oooh-! Fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. .” You babble over words, incoherent as white, hot heat was all you could see. 

The bed is completely soaked in your sticky juices, some of your juices managed to land onto your lower stomach. And yet, he still gently presses the toy back into your drooling hole, slowly plunging in  and out.

“Wahh—! O- oh fuck. . Caleb. shit. . can’t—“ is all that you can say, words dying at the tip of your tongue when he suckles roughly onto your clit.

“C’mon, baby. . one more time! Wanna see you squirt like that again. .” Caleb gulps, eyes completely blown out in pleasure.

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Deep red ropes tightly wrap around the thick circumference of Sylus’s biceps and arms, effectively binding them together to keep his arm stilled. The stains of red lipstick are smeared all over his skin; his lips, cheek, neck, chest, abdomen, and even his. . Rough groans and grunts of your name are pulled from his swollen, kissed- up lips. 

Your lips engulf his bulbous, angry red tip— hollowed out cheeks, tongue slowly dragging against the underside of his cock. 

“Mmhp. .” You moan softly around his dick, feeling his thighs twitch lightly from the vibrations coursing through his body.

You press your tits harder onto the thicker base of his shaft, leisurely stroking his cock. . up and down with your soft boobs. With eyes squeezed tightly shut, you force yourself to take more and more of Sylus’s wonderfully thick and long cock— hands quickly reaching out to tightly hold at his red lipstick stained thighs for leverage. With a muffled moan, you pull off away from his length with a shaky exhale. . a thin string of a mixture of spit and arousal connected between you. 

Instead, you decide to lick a broad strip against the underside of Sylus’s length again, feeling him twitch and bob against your lips. Surprisingly, you swallow an impressive amount of his cock into your hungry mouth. . earning yourself a breathless moan from your dear boyfriend. The soft and muffled sounds of gagging and slurping sounds from you are loud and nasty.

“Haah. . s- sweetie” Sylus groans out, fingers threading through your hair gently. 

With a lewd pop, his cock slaps at your swollen lips, mixture of beaded precum and spit smears onto your lips. It’s messy. You lean in to press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock.

That slick wetness between your thighs is more notable as cool air blows onto your exposed pussy, that subtle throbbing of your core has you whimpering quietly. You crawl into his lap, thighs planted beside his legs, the thick tip of his cock catching at your puffy clit. You snatch at the wraps binding his arms together, quickly and fastly tugging them off— giving Sylus the chance to take purchase on your hips, holding the flesh firmly.

“Mmhp. .” You moan softly when his thickens too barley pushes into your drooling hole, stretching your walls soo wiide.

The sweet burn is subtle, the pleasure of being stretched and filled completely drowns out the pain. You both share groans and moans, Sylus’s thick cock sinking deeper and deeper into your velvety walls. You tremble lightly, flushing in embarrassment at the wet squelchh and sloshh of your wet cunt when Sylus’s length is finally buried to the hilt of your pussy. 

“Nghh. . so warm” he groans quietly, grip tightening on your plush hips. 

You whimper, rolling your hips slowly— gasping when he brushes right against your sweet spot. You manage to pull yourself off Sylus’s length, only to slam yourself back onto his lap with a loud plap. With each bounce, your boobs bounce from the rough thrust. 

“Nngh—!” You moan out, shivering when his thumb finds your clit that repeatedly smacks at his abdomen. 

The one hand on your hips moves to your back, pushing you close until he could wrap his lips around your nipple— lewdly lapping at sucking at the bud until it’s stiff from the stimulation. Sylus’s moans are muffled, completely focused on suckling at your chest, leaving pretty marks behind on your flesh. The way your gooey walls wrap around his length, spamming and squeezing. . his head is feeling dizzy. 

“Haah. . s-sy! Fe- feels soo good. .” You gasp out, feeling him bob and twitch deep inside your walls. 

The only warning you get is that muffled groan from him, face still buried between the mounds in your chest; there’s a small peak of Sylus furrowed brows and closed eyes. . concentrated on marking your chest. Ropes of warm cum shoots into your walls, thick cock nodding every time he pumps cum into your pussy. Instead of slowly down, you continue to slam yourself back onto his twitchy length, drawing out his orgasm. . 

“Mmhp! Haah. . A- again. . wanna make you cum again, Sy. .” You murmur out, an unmistakable tone of lust and need in your voice.

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