♥ Pairing: Comte x Fem! Reader

♥ Event: Kinktober

♥ Day 22: Breeding

♥ Warnings: smut; breeding; overstim

♥ wc: 1k

The night air brought in a cool breeze through the city of Paris. Candles adorned the table on the private balcony the two of you shared, dripping down beads of wax as the time passed. Only a half-filled glass of wine sat on the cloth in front of you, absently being sipped on while the conversation lulled into a comfortable silence.

"It is such a lovely night, isn't it?" Your gaze up at the large, round moon in the clear night sky. It had been a while since you'd gotten Comte alone, fully alone. There were crises at the mansion constantly, which was to be expected with so many living within.

"Almost as lovely as you, ma Cherie," Comte replied, his own gaze focused on you. He made the cheesiest lines sound like sultry romanticism, making your heart leap in your chest. He, too, was enlivened to spend a night away from the mansion.

You laughed softly, lifting the glass once more to taste the marvelous wine. You hadn't drunk enough to be intoxicated, but it had made you warm and fuzzy on the inside. "Is it strange that we're staying in a hotel in our own city?" A grand hotel, but nothing as magnificent as the mansion they lived their daily lives in.

"I don't believe so. It's only proper that a man and his wife have a night utterly to themselves." He did so love his residents, but the noise was unavoidable. It was past time for him to whisk you away, albeit only into the heart of Paris. "I wanted to revisit our discussion that was cut short the other night."

It took mere seconds for the conversation to return to you.

"Ah, yes, I remember," You replied, heat warming your cheeks. The interruption had been a bit of a blessing, as it had given you time to think over the subject. Of course, it was something that you wanted with him. "Are you sure we can handle a newborn child when we already have... so many..."

Fandom: ikevam

(also, happy bday Comte)

Comte + Formal wearing

The night of the ball was coming and the mansion was in turmoil. Usually le Comte didn't celebrate his birthday, but this year his fiancèe pressured him to throw a party and he couldn't refuse anything she asked him. So that October they decided to organize a party at the mansion. Comte told her that the guests were a few, but she knew that what he knew by "little" in truth were at least fifty.

The party had already started and from the dressing room she could hear Mozart playing the piano. She was almost ready, she only had to put on the earrings and she nostalgically smiled when she noticed they were the same pair that let them meet . Her fiancèe had embellished it with smeralds.  

Someone knocked at the door, but she already knew who he was. "Ma chérie, are you ready?" the man asked and she answered, stretching the hand on the back:"Almost. I have some problem with the buttons". He walked towards her and the moquette muffled the slight noise.

"You are so attractive with this dress on, chèrie" he complimented, "The top emphasizes your bodice and the cloth leaves bare your beautiful neck". And it tempts  me so much, he wanted to add. 

His strong hands went on her waist and his lips caressed the neck with soft kisses. For a second, their eyes met in the mirror and her guts twiched seeing the restrained desire in them. Le Comte could behave as a well behaved and well mannered gentleman as much as he wanted, but that façade vanished in front of her.    

A floreal, gentle scent came to her nose. Lilies and roses, accompaniated by an acid note of lemon. It was one of her favourite fragrances. She hummed satisfiyed of his choice. "Something of my action has gained your approval" he wondered and she confirmed:"Your perfurme, I really love it". "I know. I chose this for this reason. It’s one of the ways I have to please and spoil you" he commented. It wasn't right: he always made her feel like a spoiled princess, a treasure that he had to cherish.        

  "It doesn't feel right: you always spoil me, even when it's your birthday and I should have the task of pleasing you" she protested, but he answered:"Spoiling you constantly is one of my duties as your lover. How could I call myself your lover if I fail in this basic task". He ignored her annoyed moan to continue:"Plus this dress is more for me than for you. The pleasure I get when you wear a dress, bought by me, is an exclusively male thing", "But I know the pleasure of when you take them off" she commented. 

"Right" he agreed and she proposed:"Do you want to take it off now?". His smooches arrived close to the hem of the dress and le Comte, instead of buttoning it, loosened the laces, revealing her corset. "Since when ma chèrie is so naughty and tempting?" he asked rhetorically, but he indulged:"If this is what ma belle desires, who am I to deny her needs". 

He quickly took off the corset and the nipples grew rigid at the contact with the cold air. From the lower back, his fingers left a hot trace up the spine as he turned her head in a demanding kiss. She arched the back, whispering and to his touch. 

“You are perfect, so perfect. The stars in the sky become ugly in front of you” he praised her. Blushing for those words, she wondered what she had done to deserve a man so madly in love with her. He cupped her breast, caressing them, and she threw the head back, closing eyes and enjoying how he played with her body. Two, three digits disappeared between the legs and she cried out in pleasure, screaming his name as he let his fingers move in and out her cunt. 

Their eyes met in the mirror and she felt the need of diverting the gaze, but he forced her with a sweet voice:“Don’t look away, ma belle. I want you to realize what a breath-taking creature you are, you are like a beautiful, rare flower that blooms only with my touch. Can you see it?". 

She watched her reflection and the mirror gave back an imagine extremely erotic: her cheeks were flushed, the eyes, burning with pleasure, were half lidden, her back leaned on his chest and her nipple were perkier than usual. She could understand what Comte meant. Behind her Abel was in a similar disheveled state: his clothes were wrinkled, the hair messy and the breath was ectic. His eyes shone of the playful glint of a commander as he admired his newest conquest. 

Fingers clawed into his slacks as his hand disappeared underneath her lace panty and she parted the legs wider, giving him easy access to her womanhood. Her moans came loud as soon as he touched her and Comte emitted a throaty chuckle.

She felt a pressure against her ass and she moved the hand to caress the clothed erection.  Abel released a deep and rich moan in her mouth and an animal voice inside his mind told him that she was ready. Enough with the foreplay, he needed her right at the moment. Le Comte plasmed her body, placing her palm on the vanity , bending her back a bit down and his knee forced her legs apart. Comte completely gave in to his animalistic instinct, his primal needs. 

With a violent move he tore her slip apart, the sweet scent of your essence making him dizzy. Comte had loved in the past, but what he felt for you was beyond love. No words could describe what he was feeling for you. No words could describe how deeply he desired you. And no words could describe how much he needed you. 

Her legs began to shake and stars exploded in front of her eyes. She was so close, but he withdrew the hand. “No!” she whined and Comte chuckled amused, giving a smack on her buttocks:“Don’t worry. I will give my naughty little girl what she wants and needs”.

By the time she felt the tip of his cock teasing her entrance and a scream spilled from her mouth as he pressed inside. She tensed, moving her hips to the rhythm of his thrusts. She felt so good! One hand got lost in her hair, the other placed on the hip.  She watched her breasts bouncing in the mirror, watching the lascivious expression of your lover. “So beautiful, don’t you think so? You are so beautiful… So unbelievably beautiful… And you are mine… Mine...” Comte cooed throatily. His breath grew more erratic, as did his thrusts. They were panting and moaning messes by now, lust and desire controlling every part of the brain. 

Comte squeezed her ass, pulling her hair. Drops of sweat were running down his temples, eyes dark with raw desire and she gazed to the side, looked into his eyes with so much love and passion. The pureblood glared at the mirror, seeing the stunning and lovely sight of her body. 

He hit the bundle of nerves, deep and hard, and she came undone, her whole body was shaking in sheer ecstasy. He grabbed her chin, kissing her deeply, hoping that it could never end. Le Comte moaned loudly, following her into a world where nothing but love and desire existed.

After some minutes passed in the utter silence, broken by the noise of playful smooches, he spoke gazing at her:"Your makeup is still up". From his tone of voice, she couldn't understand if he was disappointed or not. "Yes, luckily you didn’t mess up too much. At least this time we don't have any torn clothes, that would have been a problem for the party" she agreed, adding mentally: and I still walk and I still have coherent thoughts. Last time I wasn't so lucky.