Not Approved By The Vatican…

somebody pointed out that maekar wears baelor's pin over his heart during the funeral, and the detail really stayed with me...

Anon, can I give you head- I mean give you hea-...

Anyway.

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You knew what was coming when you booked in your leave, the cramps had started, and the random twinges of pain across your lower back and the base of your tail were becoming more than just annoying as you whine to yourself, already planning out when to get your hot water bottle ready and when to do a clean up between what are usually long sessions of 'self care'. What you weren't prepared for was the scene on your last day before you were off, with the minotaurs you work with sniffing around you, huffing and snorting at each other with this look in their eyes.

Why you were taking time off was discovered not an hour before you were meant to clock off.

Pinned is not a joking term for how you are treated after being wrangled and tracked down, brought to the break room and sat on one of the minotaurs' laps as the others look at you with big, sad eyes, huffing as they tell you that it's rude to think you'd sneak off, and waste a perfectly good breeding season on your own or god forbid with some runt of a bull! Why spend your time off locked up in your apartment when you could have them see to you, each one having a turn after their work and before the day starts!

They promise that they can share, that they can play nice, and they'll even let you pick who goes first, but to not leave them hanging and haunted by that delicious smell that was beginning to come from you.

You did think about it once, in that pre-season haze, taunting one or two of them into fucking you full and making good on their promises to have you calf'd and full, whimpering slightly as you look between the three minotaurs you work with and slowly nodding before laying down some rules. There will be no fighting, one day each, and you find out they have told anyone, and you mean anyone on your shared worksite, what has happened between the four of you, there will be hell to pay.

The three of them agree readily, turning to a game of rock, paper, scissors to see who goes first. The minotaur, whose lap you're sitting on, wins the best out of five they play, smirking and nuzzling into the crook of your neck before grumbling that he wants his turn now if he can. Waiting and watching as you look around the breakroom, noting the lack of cameras and how the door is firmly locked, you nod gingerly, despite being the day before your season actually starts, your body still reacts happily to the large bull that twirls your tail and waits for you to agree.

It's shocking how quickly you get stripped clothes handed off and folded up for safety, left sitting on the minotaurs' lap as he tucks his hands under your knees and huffs for one of the others to help him with his pants. Making sure you can watch as his jeans get tugged down enough to let his cock spring free, already hard and leaking against your inner thigh as he sighs and shifts the firm grip he has on your thighs.

Being held like this, hefted and positioned into a full nelson, as the minotaur hisses for you to watch as he lines himself up, the little laugh he let out when you whimper a soft moo at the sight of the tip of his cock is deep and you hardly notice that you've instictivly curled your tail around his waist as he sinks home inside you. Shushing the small noises you make and using his strength to make sure he goes slowly, working you down his cock and seating himself deep enough that when prompted to you can almost feel him through your stomach, or at least it feels like you could.

The other two watch as you're practically bounced on the other minotaurs cock, eyes lidded and soft, speckled ears bouncing with every upward thrust, tail coiled around his waist and hands scrabbing to hold onto something as you're fucked hard. More being used like a fleshlight than a partner as you happily moan and wail, the once wide-eyed look of surprise from how deep inside you he was gives way to blissful, fucked out drooling.

- Going to store? Yeah, that’s a no go. Konig will do the shopping for now on.

- Tending to your little garden in the front yard? “You put to much pressure on your stomach, leibeling. Let me do it.” Konig will say. You were two months pregnant, you could hardly even see your bump yet.

- Trying to put the crib together? You know just simply putting together light weight pieces of wood together with a screwdriver. Yeah, Konig is taking the screwdriver out of your hand and sliding a book into your hand before ushering you to the couch.

- The one time you stood on the stool to get a glass from the cupboard, you almost gave Konig a heart attack. “Nein! Nein! You will not be getting on there!” Konig loudly spoke as he grabbed your waist and gently placed you down on the floor, “your clumsy enough as it stands, libeling. Last thing I need, is you on a stool. You just come get me, yeah?” He said as he gave you kiss on your forehead.

- Making dinner as you usually did? No, Konig would take care of it. Per his word: “what if you get hurt? I’ll do it.”

Tits or ass? Ass all the way.

CW: SMUT, rimming, anal fingering, unprotected anal sex, mating press, nipple play, hyperspermia

Not proofread.

König is soooooooo into ass. He is an ass man.

He’ll lay your naked body all gentle on his behemoth of a California King sized bed, kissing down your jaw, your neck, and your navel. He’ll kiss and nip at your thighs before pushing your knees to a bend and spreading you open.

Once he sees you all open for him, he’ll lean down and devour you. He’s licking, sucking, and tonguing your rim like there’s no tomorrow. Even if you can’t cum from anal stimulation alone, he’s sure as hell gonna try.

When he gets you open enough around his tongue he’ll grab a bottle of lube from his nightstand and start working you on his fingers.

He’s absolutely obsessed with watching you stretch around his fingers, even more so than his cock. He loves the progression of a knuckle, then a finger, to two, then three, and sometimes four when you let him.

If he could finger you all day, every day, he 100% would.

Once he gets you open around three of this long, thick fingers he’ll start to tease and coo at you if you beg.

“Shhh, mein süßer. I’ve got you. No need to whine.”

“Oh, yes. You’re so good for me. Mhm, so good.”

“Liebling, you’re so tight now. I thought you’d be used to it after all the fingers I’ve got you on.”

After a bit of begging he’ll relent and sit up to pour lube on his cock.

“Are you all ready for me? Hmm, liebling?” He’ll murmur against your throat before pressing his tip to your rim.

Before he presses in he’ll smooth his hands from the bottom of your ass to the crease of your knees and press them against your chest. As he pushes his thick dick into you he’ll kiss up your neck to your lips, moaning into your mouth once he bottoms out.

He thrusts into you like a jackhammer jut to feel your body rocking against his and suck on your nipples to keep you tight around him.

When he’s close he’ll bottom out and grind until he orgasms. He has to be as close as humanly possible to you in order to come.

And when he does come it’s a lot. It just keeps pulsing out of him and into you as he grinds himself through it.

Once he settles down he’ll pull out oh so gently before sliding down the bed, big hands cushioning your legs as they fall to the mattress. He’ll admire the mess he made of you before going back in with his tongue.

“Gotta clean you up, mein süßer. It’s only polite.”

And so the cycle begins, because eating your ass will only make him hard again.

Süße - sweet/sweet one

asoiaf & got characters // pt. L - Rhaenyra Targaryen (ver. I, ver. II, ver. III, ver. IV, ver. V,ver. VI, ver. VII, ver. VIII)

“Rhaenyra was born in 97 AC, and as a child her father doted upon her, and took her everywhere with him—even to the council chamber, where he encouraged her to watch and listen intently. For these reasons, the court doted on her as well, and many paid homage to her. The singers dubbed her the Realm's Delight, for she was bright and precocious—a beautiful child who was already a dragonrider at the age of seven as she flew on the back of her she-dragon Syrax, named for one of the old gods of Valyria.”.

you turn on the lamp next to your bed, wake yourself up a bit, and then head out into the hallway to find where your husband has ended up, and that's when you see him.

he's taken a chair from your dining room table and set it up outside of your daughter's door. he's sitting with his arms crossed over his chest, his posture straight, and once he notices you in the hallway he moves his gaze up to you.

"andrew?" you question, "what are you doing?"

"she's been having trouble sleeping," is all he says to explain what he's doing. he's not wrong, the past couple of nights your daughter has inevitably ended up in your bed. you've woken up in the middle of the night due to her cold feet pressing into your legs as she shuffles in between you and pope.

when you ask her in the morning she'll tell you that she had a bad dream, and you don't think the way the light from her window casts a shadow on her closet door helps either.

"so you're going to sit here all night?" you ask.

"i wasn't going to sleep anyway," he says, "i'm here if she needs me." you walk closer to him and run your hands through his hair, taking a second to admire your husband and his heart full of so much love.

"do you need anything?" you ask, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead. "i can get you a blanket? a snack?"

"i'm fine," he says, but you disappear down the hallway and towards your living room anyway. when you return, you have a blanket in your hand.

"i could've gotten that myself."

"i know," you put the blanket in his lap. you know he's too stubborn to let you do things for him, but that doesn't stop you from doing them.

It's been years since you've seen proper gold like that, your inner instincts recognizing it instantly. Sure, you're far from the age of a proper hoarding dragon, but with the way niks chain glints in the sunlight he just might start you early.

Of course nik notices your little obsession, how your pupils blow wide and you lose focus if he so much as adjusts the chain. It's an adorable expression.

Just like nik thought, you look just as cute sprawled out on your back with nik thrusting between your legs. Rumbling pliantly for him, too focused on his chain swinging above you with every thrust. When he brings out the gold-plated cuffs and restrains? You don't even think to panic around the delighted mate is helping my hoard!