The Cuckening
I actually wrote this fic a while ago, for the Midsummer Masquerade! I was a little embarrassed to share it because it’s a very self indulgent, gross fic about my own oc, but like, fuck it you know?
For context: my oc Delphi had a relationship with Lucio before the events of the game, but it fell apart. This is an au set in this time.
{wc: ~3500} {dom!top!reader / bottom!sub!Delphi / bottom!sub!Lucio / reader x oc x canon / reader x Delphi x Lucio / cucking / anal / Delphi being a whore / bdsm / exhibitionism / there’s a lot going on in here ok / enjoy!}
You didn’t expect to make it into the Midsummer Masquerade. Unlike the January event, this one was not open to the public, but there were still many ways of getting in even if you didn’t make the vip list. You could write a letter asking for an invite, and hope to persuade the count. You could search the black market for a bootleg invitation. You could even show up uninvited and hope someone sees you and decides to make you their +1.
The hoops you had to jump through to get in mattered no longer. You were here now, and you were going to find something- or someone, fun to do.
You wandered through the ballroom, sticking towards the wall. You didn’t want to seem shy, but it was hard to penetrate through the crowds on the dance floor. Best to find a dance partner first.
But to your surprise, one found you first.
A hand grasped yours, and you turned to see an ornately dressed stranger. Their mask was that of a garden of flowers, in the approximate shape of a butterfly. It was made of porcelain, jewels, and even embedded gold. Their navy blue hair was pulled into a low ponytail, decorated with ribbons. They had a golden collar around their neck. Below that, their outfit was far less detailed, a silky red outfit that was draped over their body, dangerously loose, only connected by golden chains.
“You’re far too stunning to have come here alone. Tell me I’m dreaming.”
You snort, and you see a mortified look cross their scarlet eyes.
“That’s your best line?”
“I-I have more, that one was bad, let me think of-“
“I’ve heard actions speak louder than words.”
They grin, and pull you onto the dance floor. They reach for your hip, but before they can make it, you’ve placed your hands firmly on their exposed hips, through the slits in their cloth that leave their thighs exposed.
You hear their breath hitch.
You take the lead, keeping a firm grip on them as you dance. They put their arms on your shoulders, staring at you. It looks…
“You seem familiar, have we met before?”
They grin.
“These masks work wonders, don’t they? I’m sure you’ve seen me. I am the one and only Delphi Knox Gemütlich, I’m the best magician in Vesuvia. Perhaps you’ve heard of my potions? My prophecies? My family?”
“Oh, you’re the court magician.”
They simmer at that, rolling their eyes. “It’s just an, erm, just a gig. Really just doing it for my resume. Pay’s pretty great too, and I get to attend classy parties like this.”
“You’re the personal magician for the count, aren’t you? Isn’t it interesting, being so close to the count?”
“The count’s boring,” they yawn. You laugh.
“Really?”
“I’d rather hear what you think of him.”
You hum, considering your thoughts. To any other member of Vesuvian government, you’d sugarcoat your true feelings. But you felt you could be honest with Delphi.
“The count is… very handsome. I can see why so many attend this masquerade. But I don’t think he has much sense, I’m honestly… surprised he’s in charge.”
Delphi snorted with laughter, throwing their head back. “Oh man, you’re spot on. Are you sure you haven’t met him?”
“No. But I’d like to. At least, I thought I would. But now…”
You trace a hand absently over their lean stomach, and it seems to short circuit their brain. They shiver, biting their lip.
“Maybe I’ll pick you instead.”
They look excited, but also nervous.
“…what if you could have both?”
“You and the count?”
“I-I came down here to look for someone. Someone I found… exceedingly attractive, who could… satisfy me.”
“Is that so, little magician?”
The “little” in that name sends a shiver through their body, and it makes them clench their teeth. It’s an insult, they aren’t little. So why are they firming up between their thighs?
“It’s a bit out there, you’re welcome to deny, but… I want you to fuck me in front of the count.”
~~~
You didn’t expect to make it into the count’s bedroom so soon after entering the masquerade, or at all really, but here you were. Standing, as he looked you up and down as if evaluating you. He lingers on your hair, your chest, even shamelessly drifting his gaze to your crotch.
Then, when he glances at his own reflection in the mirror, you realize why. He’s jealous.
Why does the thought excite you? Is it because he’s the leader of this land, holding neigh infinite power… and yet you sexually intimidated him?
“So you’re the one Fifi picked out?”
“I mean, obviously.”
“…they made a good choice.”
“Fifi” was humming from the hallway, preparing a contraceptive spell while you and Lucio “got comfortable with each other.”
You relaxed on his bed. He shifted from side to side.
“I mean, you’re into this too, right?” You asked. Regardless of your opinion on the count, you weren’t about to fuck his partner on his own bed unless he was into that.
“You’d ask your count such a silly question?” He growled, as if trying to intimidate you. To see if your resolve could be easily shaken.
“Of COURSE I’m into it. I just… I don't really want just anybody railing my Fifi. I only want someone *almost* as good as me doin’ it.”
Maybe it’s the lightheaded and surreal atmosphere of the festival. Maybe it’s the fact you have an opportunity to emberass him. Maybe it’s the blood rushing to your dick and abandoning your brain.
“And what if I’m better than you?”
…oh shit.
…you’ve just insulted the count in his own bedroom.
He scowls at you, running through his hair with his deadly sharp claws.
“Has it crossed your mind that I am the count of this palace, that if I so wanted I could have you executed for disrespecting the throne?”
You had to think of something quick.
“I don’t think you’ll do that.”
“And why wouldn’t I?”
“Because…” you looked up and down his body, and found your answer.
“Because you have an erection.”
He frantically turned his cape to cover it.
“That is- that has nothing to do with anything! N-now you listen here you little-“
“Lucio! Are you playing nice?” Delphi hissed, closing the door behind them. Lucio jumped, “I-I am! I’m being very patient!”
“He threatened to have me executed.”
“I-I didn’t! I was just stating the fact that I could-“
Delphi wound their hand back and smacked his ass, causing him to make the most vulgar, offended expression.
“Behave, like you promised you would.”
Lucio crosses the room, flopping into the ornate and plush chair below his self portrait. Without asking for permission, he undoes his buckle, allowing his cock to bob out. You smugly point at it, and he looks like he might leap out at you before thinking better of it.
Delphi lies on the bed, spreading out for you in a seductive pose.
“Y’know, you’re welcome to do anything you like to me. I can take it.”
They emphasize the point by lifting their skirt and spreading their legs. Their holes are currently occupied by a plug in each, golden and with a red gem embedded in the base. Their t-dick is throbbing and wet, pushed up against the plug and practically begging for attention.
“Anything I’d like?”
They nod, looking at you with a desperate sort of impatience.
You glance at Lucio, who is seething.
“…do you have a preference where I fuck them?”
Delphi looks at you curiously, wondering where you’re going with this. Lucio opens his mouth to speak, but…
“I don’t really care what you think, actually.”
You grasp the plug in their pussy, firmly pulling it out. They let out a moan, but disappointingly they cover their mouth to suppress it. You’ll have to fix that.
You don’t really need foreplay. Delphi is dripping wet, and has lubed up on top of that. They’re already open from the wide toy. But it’s essential you do foreplay anyway, because it will tease them.
You start at their nipples, teasing them and pinching them. They squirm a bit, at one point trying to grind against your knee before you move it to tease them.
Without slowing, you glance back at Lucio, to see he’s squeezing his own nipples through his unbuttoned top, one at a time. He suspiciously stops just as you glance over. Looking at Delphi instead of meeting your gaze.
Delphi puts their hands on yours, trying to guide you towards their cock. You pull back entirely.
“Patience. You said I can do anything I want. I want to tease you first.”
They whine, “I’ve been waiting all night…”
“You can wait longer. Be good for me or I’ll smack you.”
That catches their attention, and they bite their lip.
“You wouldn’t smack the court magician in front of the-“
You cut them off with a smack to their arse. You hold back since it’s just the beginning, but not so much they don’t feel a sting.
“A-ah!l they jump.
“Too much?”
“I can take much more than that.”
You smile, returning to their red nipples. “He doesn’t train you, does he?“
They shake their head, watching your fingers at work.
“I can tell, you’re sorely in need of discipline.”
You glance back at the count, who this time doesn’t shy away. His gaze is stuck on you, and the red mark on their cheek. Fury, anger, and intrigue. He enjoyed seeing that, didn’t he?
“Is there anywhere you wouldn’t like to be punished?” You ask in a softer tone. “Don’t be shy, I don’t wanna hurt you too badly.”
They think about it a moment, but shake their head. “I like it,” they say confidently. “So do anywhere you like. Mark me up.”
Lucio says something under his breath, but you think you catch the word “harlot,” and Delphi shoots him a sleazy grin. “Make ‘em nice and visible, too.”
You push their head down so they’re on the bed, and order them to stay there. You trace a finger down their chest, their stomach, and to their pubic hair.
…then you finally start to stroke at their cock.
“Fuck, finally…” they mumble, closing their eyes.
“Eyes on me.”
They obey, licking their lips.
“…like what you see?”
“Hmm?” You play dumb.
“Y-you know… my… you know.”
“I don’t know.”
“My… cock and my…”
“This?” You start to finger them in tandem.
“Shit, fuck, yes. M-my whole body. A-am I hot enough?”
“Hmm…” you wager that they like being embarrassed, judging by this… entire situation, as well as their request to be marked, and reaction to being essentially called provacotive.
“Not sure yet. I’ll have to fuck you to get a good taste for you.”
“What!?” They sit up with a blush… but reward you with a twitch.
And you punish them with a hard smack to their cock.
“AH!” They quickly lie back down, but the feeling replays in their mind, the sting of your hand still on their pussy.
Now how can I get them to do that to me again?
“They liked that,” the count interrupts, almost in a surprised tone. “Didn’t know that…”
You nearly laugh. “You don’t know their kinks? No wonder you called me.”
“N-no, they didn’t know either, right Fi?”
They respond with a casual shrug.
“…do that again,” the count requests.
“Why? They’ve been good.” You continue to reward them by adding a third finger.
“Then, erm, Fi! Sit up again!”
“You’re not in charge right now, Louie.”
…
“I’ll do it again if you take off that top,” you offer.
“Wh-… why you… n-nobody talks to me that way,” he growls, while taking off his shirt.
You smack their crotch even harder, causing them to yelp and grab the sheets.
“Still like it?”
You nod.
“Good little… harlot,” you try your best not to laugh and to sound sexy while calling them that.
“Mmmnghhh…” they whimper. Guess it worked. You disrobe, their hungry eyes never leaving your body.
In fact, all eyes are on you as you pull out your cock, stroking it slowly as you crawl over Delphi.
“Can I kiss you?”
“I said anything, didn’t I?”
“Hey, wait I said you could fuck them, I didn’t say anything about kissing!!”
You ignore the count’s continued whining and wailing, kissing Delphi deeply as you slip your cock into them. They moan through your lips, wrapping their arms and legs around you. They were surprisingly intimate, clinging onto you like you were their air.
They were so warm, and so inviting. Every time you thrusted into them, they held you a little closer. Every time you moved your cock, you could feel the plug in their ass bulging against you, rubbing your cock tenderly.
You started to pick up the pace of your-
“A-ahh, fuck! Fuuck!”
They clenched around you, cumming already, grinding against your body. You leaned back to watch their cock twitch, seed spilling out and making a mess of their own pussy.
“Already?” You and Lucio both ask at the same time.
“Fifi, you gotta be kidding me,” Lucio teases.
They blush bright red, “I-It’s not my fault! It’s, it’s *yours!*” they say, turning to you, “I was all ready to go and you teased me a-anyway!”
This time, you decide to be a little meaner, and smack them on their face.
“Don’t complain so much.”
Their eyes are wide, they touch their cheek where you slapped them…
And they’re throbbing around your cock.
“Y-yes… m’bad.”
You start moving again, rewarding them by affectionately stroking their face.
“Now then, why’d you cum early?”
They bite their lip. “Cause you’re so hot.”
“Yeah, I bet he doesn’t fuck you enough, does he.”
They shake their head. “No, not nearly.”
“Mmm, poor little baby.”
They moan as you call them that, then have the audacity to claim, “I-I’m not… nnngh…”
“Poor little magician, doesn’t get played with enough… don’t worry, I’ll fix that. You’ll cum until you lose count tonight.”
“Mmmngh, yes please… m-make me…”
The room is filled with the sounds of you fucking into the court magician, the wet and rythmic percussion serving as background for their helpless little moans… punctuated by the Count’s jewelry clattering as he furiously pumps his own cock, watching you with the most hateful glare he could possibly manage.
You move to lie on top of them, pinning them to the bed. “Mmm… you certainly are hot. Nice and tight, such a good little pet.”
They shiver, enjoying your warmth. You move to their neck, harshly sucking at the skin of their throat, their collarbones, anywhere where you can leave evidence of your presence.
“Y-your cock,” they mewl.
You slow down a bit. “Speak up, baby.”
“Your cock is… s-so much bigger,” they whimper.
“Than his?”
Lucio mutters at you under his breath, and picks up the pace of his hand.
“U-uh-huh, so d-deep, hitting all the right spo- Ah! Right there! But even deeper! G-go harder!”
“Oh, poor little magician… he doesn’t fuck you this deep, does he?”
They shake their head, tears at the edges of their eyes, a deep and satisfied grin on their face. “N-no, ohh gods, y-you’re so good…”
You glance back at the count.
In the portrait behind him, he’s cool and reserved, calm and imposing. He’s dominating an entire battlefield, and yet frozen in etetheral beauty, face unblemished.
The real count’s face is contorted by strong emotions, lust and envy bringing a red stain to his face. His hair is disheveled and sweat sticks it to his forehead, his teeth are bared and he pants like the animal he is.
He’s close.
Delphi is close.
You’re close.
“Both of you,” you order, “I want you to cum with me.”
“I don’t take orders from you,” Lucio hisses.
“I know. But you’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you?”
“…” Lucio starts to pump his cock faster.
“Good boy.“
He shivers, covering his red cheeks.
You pick up the pace too, Delphi mumbling in a language you don’t recognize. Until that becomes too much for them too, and they devolve into vulgarly demanding you “pump their cunt full of cum,” among other extremely dirty demands.
You sit back, pulling them into your lap.
“Ah, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming, fuck!! Oh gods!! Yes!!!”
They seize up, their thighs trembling as they cum hard onto you, *squirting* onto your lap. They completely coat the sheets, mumbling to you as they come undone.
You glanced at the count, a line of semen dribbling from the tip of his cock, down each finger, and dripping on his expensive rug. Perfect, now it’ll match his sheets.
As Delphi is coming down from their own orgasm, you reach yourself. They gasp a bit gently as you fill them with your own seed, the warmth flooding their insides. You pull back… and they spread so it can dribble out of them.
They grin.
“Make him lick it up.”
Lucio looks at you… and it takes you a moment to realize. He’s waiting for *your* permission to eat out his Delphi.
“What are you waiting for?”
He kneels at the foot of the bed, and Delphi wiggles to him.
“You clean up, too,” you tell Delphi, pulling their hair. They immediately take you in their mouth, humming. They can be so good- when they want to be.
The three of you spend some time like this, moving at a slow pace so you and Delphi can recover. Finally, you pull them off, and they make a disappointed whimper.
Lucio stands, stroking his cock and reaching for his magician.
“What are you doing?” You ask with a sadistic little purr.
“I-I thought it was my turn next.”
“Turn? Who said you get a turn?” You laugh.
“Besides,“ Delphi shrugs, “bit of a let down after getting railed like that, isn’t it? I mean… what if you can’t satisfy me anymore, Louie?”
“I-I can! Fi, you said I was good!!”
“C’mon, we’re just teasing you.”
“O-oh…”
“Chin up, your highness.”
You grab Delphi’s plug, offering it to him. “If you can fit this, maybe I’ll fuck you next.”
His eyes widen, face turning red. He snatches it with his claw.
“You… you better not go back on this. And you better be as good as Fifi claims.”
He lies by the pillows, getting a more up-close view. You roll Delphi over (they pretend to wrestle you before giving in), and grab the plug in their ass.
Even before you pull, their eyes go big. They bite their lower lip.
“You look nervous. Have you done anal before?”
“I… I have. I’ve used lots of toys.”
“But not a real cock, huh?”
They shake their head. “You’ll be my first. I’m yours.”
“Mine? You say that like I’ll *own* you.”
They nod a bit, egging on more dirty talk as you start to remove the plug.
“Your ass is gonna be mine. I’ll be the first one to fuck you there. I’m gonna *claim* you, is that ok?”
“Y-yeah, I want, I want you to be my first!”
Lucio grits his teeth, digging his claws into a pillow so harshly it rips.
“Too late, milord. S’not my fault your partner’s still a virgin.”
“You… you’re lucky you make me so horny, or I’d have you hung at the gallows.”
“Oh Lucio… I make you horny?”
You gently push into Delphi, not wanting to hurt them their first time. And yet, the moan they practically yell out is *delicious.* Maybe it’s how overstimulated they are, maybe it’s how much warmer your cock is than the toys they use, or maybe it’s *you.*
They’re tight, so tight you’re not sure you could fit all the way in at first. But with time and perseverance, you manage to open them up to relax a bit more at a time, until-
“FUCK!!!”
They jump as you hit their prostate. At the same time, the count *whimpers* as he managed to fully insert the plug.
Looks like you’ve a long night planned.
…
Your two very satisfied subs are snuggled up to you, both leaving kisses wherever they can.
The count is unusually affectionate for someone who was threatening you earlier, but you suppose being fucked until one cried from overstimulation does that to a person.
And sweet Delphi, whose practically numb below the waist, is leaning into your hand as you massage their scalp. Honestly, you can’t believe how many rounds they lasted.
“H-hey, we uh…” the count clears his throat, the taste of you still coating his tongue. “We were wondering, you’re here for the whole masquerade right?”
“Can you come back tomorrow? And after that?” Delphi blurts out.
“You don’t even gotta stop after the masquerade… you can come anytime…”
“Hmm,” you ponder. The two of them give you the most longing puppy dog eyes.
“I don’t see why not.”
