#feh x reader

Nifl produces a very particular wine. An aphrodisiac, and a powerful one, which is only used in quite particular circumstances. On the night of the King's marriage ceremony, he and his bride are to be taken to the royal suite. With witnesses posted just outside the door, both the King and newly wed Queen take this wine, each sharing one half of the same cup. With this act, they submit themselves to the irresistible intoxication of its affects, and spend the night entangled in passion. This way, consummation of the royal union is assured, and an heir is nearly certain to be conceived.

Hrid had asked you countless times in the days leading up to your wedding night whether you were certain you wished to uphold this particular tradition. Each time, you had sincerely reassured him. In truth, the prospect made you burn with anticipation.

You'd been gifted a lavishly ornate set of bridal lingerie for the occasion. The delicate lace and sewn-in gems shimmer like fresh snow, the sheer stockings hugging your legs up to your thighs in a way that clearly draws Hrid's eye. Hrid- your husband, your king -approaches you where you recline on the bed in only his trousers, and a silver chalice in hand. He silently runs his free hand up your thigh, watching the way your soft flesh yields at his touch, and you admire him in return. It's rare that you get to see his body bare, given his country's climate. He's a vision of rigorous, well-trained muscle and a collection of scars, each one a reminder of his commitment to put his own body on the line for his people.

You push yourself up towards him, and he cradles your chin in his hand and brings the chalice to your lips. As the sweet but earthy flavor of the drink passes your lips and fills your mouth, you ready yourself for what may come.

"Only half, love, remember," he says gently as he takes the cup from you.

"I remember," you say with a smile, "Your turn."

He gives you a heavy look that nearly causes you to shiver, before tipping the chalice at his lips and finishing every drop. The moment he sets the cup on the bedside table, you run your hands up his chest, weaving your fingers together behind his neck and pulling him into a slow, deep kiss. He inhales through his nose, brows furrowed, as he returns the kiss and lets you guide him down onto the bed with you. He lies at your side, but turned so he's partly on top of you, kissing you deeply against the plush pillows as a strong hand slowly travels from your hip, up along the side of your body towards your chest.

"You look... radiant," he whispers against your lips, and you smile, then return to him and kiss him more hungrily than before. Gods, it feels like tasting him for the first time, feeling him in a completely new way. Already, you can feel an unusual warmth inside of you, a restless need that's only growing. Hrid's breath begins to come a little harder, and now, his hand caresses along the swell of your breast as he says in a low and graveled tone,

"Swear to me... that if I push you too far, you'll tell me," his lips brush yours as he shakily inhales, "Do that, and no matter how I burn for you, or how this drink affects me, I will stop myself."

There's a note of desperation in his voice, like he's trying to convince both you and himself. You cradle his face in your hands, brushing back his fair hair as you say,

"Hrid, I want this. I want everything you can give me. I want to be your Queen."

The way he kisses you is all the response you need. He leans into you, pressing you against the pillow as his tongue thrusts past your lips. At some point in the entangled frenzy, he pulls away from you just long enough to tug the last of his clothes off, then return to your lips like he can't bear to be apart from them. Your body arches up toward him, and he eases an arm under your waist to pull you against him. You feel his free hand trailing down your body, his touch strong but tender, until his fingers slide between your thighs. Even above the silken lingerie, you know he can feel how wet you are. The wine and his passion are rapidly sweeping you into a frenzy, your skin warm, your lower muscles clenching as they long for him to fulfill you. Hrid is clearly in a similar state; his cock is massive and rock hard, rutting against your thigh, hot and already dewed with precum. All the while, he firmly strokes his two middle fingers between your lower lips, the gesture pressing against your soaked panties and applying a tantalizing pressure to your clit. Gods, this wine is dangerously potent.

You part from his lips for a moment, panting already, and look at him with utter desperation. In the brief moment of tension, you notice his breath as heavy as yours, his pulse pounding like yours, and you seem to realize in the same instant that neither of you have the patience to draw this out. You don't have to say a word, Hrid can see the way your eyes beg for him.

Hrid kneels over you, his eyes like pale blue flame and his touch urgent. His strong hands pull down your panties until they're bunched at your knees, but rather than bother to remove them entirely, he lifts your legs until they rest on his sturdy shoulder. He leans forward, bending your legs back a bit, and moves a hand to spread your lower lips open for him. The moment you feel the flared crown of his cock hot against your lower lips, you whimper, biting your lip and squirming restlessly on the bed beneath him.

"Hrid... please..." you breathe out, and you see the way he pauses to steady himself at your words.

"I know, my love," he says, his voice a low and husky whisper. He turns to place a kiss on your stocking-clad leg, before beginning to drive the length of his cock into your tight cunt.

"Oh-!!" your body tenses. Your breathing and his both pick up, bodies hyper-sensitive to the sensation of your warmth clinging around him. He feels bigger than usual, thicker, harder. It's a mercy that you're so exceedingly wet for him, or he'd struggle to fit inside of you at all. With your slick welcoming him in, he's buried in you to the root before long, and you can feel his full, heavy balls pressed to your ass.

You gaze up at him with hazy eyes. His muscles are all tensed, his skin flushed, and through the daze, you see something almost manic in his eyes.

"By all the gods..." he gasps out, already beginning to grind in and out of you, his eyes falling half-lidded as the stimulation around his cock overwhelms him, "Y/N, I... forgive me, I can't..."

His words trail off as his pace begins to intensify. You whimper his name helplessly as he bucks into you, his movement hard, deep, and decisive. With each powerful thrust, you feel every inch of his manhood, his shaft pulsing against your tender inner walls, the head stroking you until it hits your deepest point. You've never seen Hrid like this; your gentle, tender lover is fucking you mindlessly, savagely, like he can't think of anything but the intoxicating feeling of your gushing wet pussy taking him in. Your lips hang parted as you gasp and moan aloud for him, not caring a bit for the witnesses stationed outside of the suite. It's their duty to confirm that the King has taken his wife, after all, and they will certainly have no doubts tonight.

Hrid can't form the words to tell you he's about to cum, but you can tell. You can tell by the stuttering pace of his thrusts, the way his cock swells and twitches inside of you, the way those ice blue eyes grow distant and unfocused. Fuck, you're very nearly there yourself. Your body is so impossibly sensitive, you hardly need all of the usual foreplay. The pleasure of him inside of you, the friction and pressure of him filling you, seems to radiate through your nerves until you're trembling on the bed. His arm tightens around your legs, holding them to his scarred and muscled frame, as he groans your name in a deep rumble you've hardly ever heard from him, and pushes his cock into you to the base.

As his cock lurches with each potent wave of cum he pours into you, your own climax bursts from your center in a tingling rush. Your cunt spasms and squeezes around the girth of his shaft, and Hrid groans and nuzzles his face against your legs as he rides out his climax. A few mindless thrusts of his hips coax out the last of your mutual orgasm. Once satisfied, he pulls his length from you with a groan. As his muscles relax and he gently leads your legs back down onto the bed, you begin to feel the usual lull of post-coital exhaustion. It doesn't last. When you blink your eyes clearer and look up at your husband, your eyes meet in the moment you each realize your bodies are still burning. You bite at your lower lip, moaning out his name.

"Hrid... more..." you whine, as need begins to build within you all over. His cum is already dripping from your well-fucked pussy, yet all you can think of is taking him once again.

Without a word, Hrid turns you over onto your stomach, his touch strong, yet just restrained enough not to hurt you. He mounts you from behind, and you can feel the heat of his body surrounding you. This time, when he aligns his cock at your entrance, your body welcomes him in. Your cum and his allow him to drive back into you with his hands gripping at your hips, until your ass is flush to his body. With the aphrodisiac roaring in your veins, the sensation is an unspeakable relief. You need to be filled. You need Hrid.

He groans, and takes a moment to grope a hand-full of your ass, before releasing it and leaning down over you. Immediately, he begins to fuck into you with all of his strength, his powerful body pressed to your back and his cock driving into you from behind. Your hands clench around the sheets until your knuckles go white, and your eyes roll back a bit as the pleasure once more winds tight in your belly.

As Hrid supports himself with one elbow resting on the mattress beside you, his other hand slides around your stomach to cradle you to him. You wonder, with an odd thrill in your core, whether he's envisioning you carrying his heir. His breath hot at the crook of your neck, he speaks between desperate groans,

"My dearest..." his voice is so earnest it twists your heart in your chest. How is it possible he can still speak to you with so much adoration, even while fucking you so deep you can't formulate a single thought? You can only reply in encouraging moans, and he kisses the side of your neck.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Clingy, uncharacteristically so. It feels like if he lets go of you, you'll disappear forever. So he'll bury his face into your neck, inhaling your scent, holding you close to his still-naked body, taking in the afterglow. His hands roam all his favorite spots on her body. If you ever try to leave his arms for whatever reason, Byleth will give a disapproving sigh before getting up to follow you like a lost puppy.

Once he finds the reason why you gotten up he'll just silently step in front of you and do it for you. Saying something like "You could have asked me I would have done it for you."

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He has no particular favorite, He likes all of you, However if He had to choose. Byleth would say your smile. When you express such happiness for anyone for anything He couldn't help but feel your happiness as well. He also likes that your eyes seem to smile back at him when you look at him.

He also likes that you look at him when he's over you He likes having your attention. It seems a little selfish but he's quite possessive of it. Which he tries not to impose on.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He'll never admit what seeing your face covered in his cum does to him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When you're not here, and he misses you, he takes a shirt or a piece of clothing he stole from your room and puts his face in it, inhaling your scent. Sometimes, actually often, his hand will slip under his pants while he thinks about you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Yes, He basically grew up a part of a mercenary company. He's probably had a few sexual encounters.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where you're holding him or looking at him. He likes your undivided attention and if he sees your attention drifting elsewhere he can kiss your lips.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's naturally more serious but if you're joking around then he can't help it but smile or chuckle.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sometimes. Honestly it's because he forgets not that he doesn't want to or doesn't have time. Byleth isn't really naturally hairy unless it's on his head despite his father being a relatively hairy man... Guess he inherited that from his mother...

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He knows how to have sex but romance he has no clue about. He only kisses you because he likes doing it and your lips feel good on his. Romance does not come naturally to him. If he is doing things like lighting candles or giving gifts he's probably picking it up from somewhere else. And Byleth likes to please to see that cute smile he loves so much.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Byleth is still deciding whether or not he should or would want to jerk off when, if he could, he could just wait for you and (silently) ask for your attention. The tightness in his pants feels very uncomfortable, but the times he had it weren't nearly enough to satisfy him compared to what you do

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

If you ask him he would probably just tell you that he doesn't know.

But I feel like he would have a weird obsession with listening to your heart or trying to. Maybe it's because he doesn't have one himself. He likes that. He's the reason why it moves fast. He likes that if he fucks you hard enough or makes you ride him, you'll be out of breath, your heart beating out of your rib cage. He wants to hold you close until he hears it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Byleth honestly would do it anywhere where it's just the two of you, he'd rather just fuck you in his bedroom though.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Byleth would never admit it, but when he feels that jealousy when someone else has your attention for a little too long that's when his hands find your hips and you feel his nose and lips press against the back of your neck.

Sometimes, when he hasn't seen you all day or all week, he will actively seek you out for some alone time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

You would not hurt or, Gods forbid, put a blade anywhere near you. No, He doesn't even want to imagine a blade cutting your skin. When he saw you cut your hands with a knife, He practically rushed to snatch anything that he could rap the wound up.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Byleth is a little rusty, but he is a very quick learner because he not only likes your taste and likes to please but also your reaction. The way he will mutter out an apology if he uses a little too much strength to pry your legs open, his pupils blown wide, his breaths heavy as he salivates in his mouth for your taste.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Byleth pace always fluctuates in bed, However, it always tends to drift on the rougher side which he tries not to do.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes and no. He likes the idea of finishing inside you when he doesn't have a lot of time to spend with you. The problem is he always wants more after.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Byleth will try anything you're willing to try and then afterward he'll just say "I liked it, It felt good."

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Byleth absolutely has the stamina to go for a while. The reason why he doesn't keep you in bed until he's finally done is because he has duties to attend to or because you can't go on anymore.

Honestly it's just that He doesn't have the heart to tell you that he's not satisfied with just one round, So until that happens, he is done when you're done.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Byleth wouldn't like toys at first, probably because they would be new to him, and he's not used to them, but he starts warming up to them and maybe even starts using them. Personally, he prefers to try to make you feel good on his own.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Despite sometimes teasing you; Byleth doesn't do well with teasing. Personally, I don't advise it. If he could Byleth What instantly flip you back over. Before you get a little too cocky for his liking.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The most you're getting is a quiet moan or two heavy breaths and shaky grunts. You though? He'll try to make you make noises.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Byleth has a lot more dirty thoughts than you'll ever know. Byleth's inner pervert is so closeted it's locked in a vault.

Byleth likes going out in the forest with you, especially when there is a lake with running water or a river if you ask to swim with him He will react to the idea of being naked with you but he will not oppose.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Byleth is big and he is a shower, The kind of likes that he is, It's addicting feeling the tight squeeze as he tries to spear and bully his big cock deeper inside. He likes me more muscular than you. He likes that he could pick you up easily.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before, it was pretty low, but after he met you, it kind of skyrocketed to above average. It's like he's addicted to you, because in a way he is.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

You seek him out. He is alone, which you expect. Misery lingering on his features. He asks you why you've come without even turning to look at you, his expression instead focused on the sky. He is underneath the shadow of a tree and you wonder how long he has stood in that spot, but musing that you'll never find the answer.

A sigh escapes him. And you take that as him acknowledging your presence.

"It can't be good for you to be alone with your thoughts all the time." You try, meaning your words. He shoots you a glare over his shoulder.

"It also can't be good for me to be around someone I have threatened to kill." And while his point is fair, you still continue even as he glare remains pointed at you.

"There's a line of people who want me dead. That doesn't make you special." You joke. To your surprise his eyes close, the grimace on his lips threatens to twitch into a smile. With a huff he turns on his heel starting to make his way past you to go elsewhere.

"Stop being an idiot and go find someone who wants to be around you."

"Alear." You call his name, and without meaning to reach out to stop him. Aiming for his wrist, you instead end up grabbing him by the hand.

He freezes in place. Eyes darting to where your hand has encased his own. His face twists and contorts to several different expressions, until eventually his glare returns. He yanks his hand out of your grasp.

"Do not touch me." You're surprised at the lack of harshness in his tone. How quiet his voice seems as it falls out of his mouth. It's not a command more of a plea.

"I'm sorry." His glare fades from his eyes as he stares at your form.

"Just stay away from me. Please." His words are soft, and you are speechless to witness such sudden vulnerability from him. You don't know what to say, and he takes this opportunity to leave. Slipping off in between the foilage out of your view.

You ponder the moment over the next coming days. You have him travel with you along with other heroes to help aid a town over with a bandit problem. Alear keeps his distance as far as he can, taking up the rear so you don't have the opportunity to speak to him. Darting away from camp when you stop for the night. The only time he speaks is after locating the bandits, he walks up to you, blood coating him and his weapon.

"This is the only thing I am good for. Remember this well." His attempt to unsettle you doesn't have as much success as he intended.

You seek him out again. You're not sure what compells you to him, but what confuses you further is how easy he is to find. You don't have to search the castle, nightfall arriving quickly, you wander in shadows and in the end are lead to him.

"Did my words mean nothing to you last time?" He questions. His expression devoid of any idea of what he might be feeling.

"Alear..."

"Don't say my name like that." His tone sounds so close to holding anger within it. A heated glare fired towards you. "It makes me feel weak. Only defects experience such things."

"You're not a defect..." that seems to set him off.

"Is there something you want from me? Is that why you continue to pester me?" He hisses out the question, inching closer towards you with each word flying out of his mouth. "Or perhaps you're doing this to torture me? Or are you a test that I must conquer to prove my worth?" He stands directly in front of you, you can feel his frustration burning from him.

"No that's not it. I'm just trying to help." Your defence is flimsy, you know this. If he were to question you why, you wouldn't have an answer. You have been naturally drawn to him the second you dragged him into this world.

"You have hindered me at every turn. Your presence bothers me. As does your constant insistence to linger by my side."

"I know it's probably strange given your circumstances but I care about you." He scoffs.

"I don't need your pity let alone care." He places a hand on his chest, "I am incapable of feeling, I have one purpose in this life and nothing else."

"You can be more than that. You don't have to just-"

"Enough. I have no interest in hearing your words." He steps back drawing his blade. "Nothing will come of your pursuit. I have warned you what will-"

"That you'll kill me? No offense Alear, but there doesn't seem to be any weight behind your threat." He grits his teeth, and once again you note the lack of intent in the grip of his blade. There is emotion behind his eyes this time around. "In fact I'm confident you don't want to kill me at all." To prove your point to simply step aside from the end of his blade. It doesn't follow nor does he attempt to cut you.

Instead he drops his sword. You don't get a chance to hear it cling against the ground. Your back ends up against the wall and his hand around your throat holding you there. Not tight enough to choke but you were certainly aware that he could.

"There are other ways for me to claim your power than simply killing you. You'd do well to remember that." He lets you go. You gasp and lean back into the wall. "This is the last warning. Do not approach me again." He turns again to leave.

"I will and you know that already." You call out to his fleeting form. He doesn't turn back but stops in his tracks.

"Do you choose not to listen or is your head just that empty?" You hear him sigh to himself. Not wanting to linger any further he leaves you behind in the dark. You eventually retire to your chambers but find yourself plagued by him in your thoughts.

You swear it's an accident when you run into him again. You were planning on giving Alear space and going back to the drawing board. You were just walking to clear your head when your eyes landed on him. You had hoped that maybe he hadn't noticed you, but a pair of narrowed red eyes look back at you.

"Your head must be empty."

"I'm just out for a walk."

"You expect me to believe that? After all the other times you've chosen to pester me?"

"I guess it wouldn't be believable, ahaha..." "...Alear? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You will align with my purpose. I will make it so." His fingers hook under your chin, he forces you to meet his gaze. "This is the only way now." You're perplexed but not afraid. He leans in and crashes his lips into yours. It's slightly clumsy, maybe a bit too much teeth from him, but there's heat behind it nonetheless. He pulls back and tries again, with greater success.

Everything is such a blur in the moments that follow the second kiss. One second you're both staring at each other, you trying to catch your breath and him swallowing you whole from how hungry the look in his eyes was. The next your robes have been taken from your body, hastily moved to the side, his armour also disposed of.

Your back against the wall, his arms underneath your knees as he propped you up. His face buried into the nape of your neck, teeth have dug into the skin just enough to draw blood and leave a mark. Thighs pried apart, him in between, your fingers are digging into his back pitifully as he managed to slide his thick cock into your entrance. He was kind enough not to move just yet, although you don't think he could've straight away even he wanted to. It was a tight fit and you whimpered as he rock forward to have you take the final inches.

Although now you don't find it kind. The anticipation building in your stomach to have him move getting the best of you.

"Alear..." you whine his name. He releases you from his fangs, lapping at wound before pulling away. "Please," you try to roll your hips to goad him into moving, he hisses from behind clenched teeth.

"I would warn you about doing that but we both know you wouldn't listen." You expect him to continue chiding you, but instead he gives into your request. Finally generating the motion you so desired, his motions are uneven to begin with but eventually he finds a rhythm he desired. One, that had you clawing into his back, losing yourself to the pleasure of it all.

"I waited for you to come here. I chose this spot purposefully. I knew you'd come here." You can't speak, he's pressing himself further inside you, his hips moving at a pace that was making you dizzy. "You are a fool who doesn't seem to learn. But you were right I have no intent to kill you." You're more likely to die now speared on his cock, going mad from the way it fills and empties you with his every motion. "I decided after our last talk that this is best solution." There are so many things you wish you could voice in the moment.

"Alear," but instead all you can do is choke out his name pitifully.

"Say my name like that again, once more." When his cock presses against the perfect spot inside you with his next thrust, you can't help but fufill his wish. His name falling from your mouth again, as if it was the only word you knew. A knot was building in your stomach and from how he seemed to shudder with every other thrust you guessed he was close too.

His pace turns into wild bucking but even his dick manages to press against everything you need it to. It is inevitable when your orgasm rushes over your body, leaving you shaking against him as he chases his own. The eventual rush of his cum flooding your core comes to pass and his hips stutter as he rides out the last spurts leaving his cock.

He softens and slides out of you, cum following sliding down your thighs. He doesn't say a word as he glides you down to the ground, releasing your legs from his hold. Then turns to gather his things.

He has the decency to throw your clothes at you and tell you to get dressed, as he fixes his armour. But in your sex filled daze you don't work as quickly to recompose yourself. "Find me again if you feel the need to submit yourself to me." You're left with his cum dripping out of you and the lingering of anticipation of taking him up on his offer again.

“Wow...It’s as if your cunt was made to take my cocks...your womb fated to carry my seed and grow my brood…”

Wonder and awe shone across the dragon prince’s face as his crimson orbs locked themselves upon the sight of your tight little cunny clamping on his twin cocks, seemingly unable to take both in at the same time and yet somehow managing to do so.

The both of you had of course done your best to prepare you, from toying with your pussy until your lewd fluids dripped from it like a faucet and your walls more accustomed to foreign intrusions, to using some lubricating oils upon Corrin’s members.

However, that still didn’t prevent you both from the amazement of feeling him slipping both, stretching your gummy walls that pulsed and tightened as they embraced your prince’s draconic cocks. His majestic tail swished behind him almost happily, croons and purrs rumbling from his chest as he began pistoning his hips into your welcoming depths.

Your fingers clutched at the luxurious silken sheets, mouth parted and eyes practically rolling to the back of your head as the prince molded your womb to the shape of his twin cocks.