#mxad

It's easy to forget how fragile mortals can be, how easy it is to make them break, make them shudder and cry under him, he had forgotten how easy it was to have you dumb, pliant, drooling and barely more than twitching with every thrust of his hips or forced bounce of yours via his hand swallowing your waist in its grip. 

To think not thirty minutes ago you had been begging him to move to give you something more than just the heat of his cock pressing against you through his robes, hard and heavy as he flicked through the floating displays of the realm proper. You had been so keen for more than just the bare minimum of his attention, so needy for your god even as he ideally stroked your back, thumb brushing back and forth as he hums acknowledging your need but ignoring it in favour of his duties as a god. 

"Just a few moments longer little one, I have one last domain to look over and you shall have my undivided attention..." It's simple work to him but for you, looking up as he speaks watching that blank cracked mask, no movement bar a few flicks and nods, it's surreal, a definite confirmation of how inhuman he was. 

When the views of the server dissipate and that inhuman face of his tilts down to look at you, eyes peaking through the cracks as the wide palm that encased your waist moved from the easy path and began to strip away the few layers that kept him from fully enjoying the press of your skin against his own. 

"Look at you little mortal, if I was to try and take you as you are now-" The press of two of his fingers are harsh against your lower rib cage, "- It would feel as if I was here in you, deep and truly making you nothing but a thing for my pleasure..." if you had not been with the strange deity for as long as you had those words would have been something to make you fear him and the lack of true understanding he had for the inner workings of your body. 

And yet, when he made to work you open, stretching and easing the path for his cock, the care for how deep he would be in you is ignored much like the way your fingers dig into his wrists is brushed off, the way you shiver and whine as his fingers press deeper, crookng just so that you are unravelling on his fingers, staining his skin with your release, easing the next flicks of his fingers, the quick short thrusts making your cry for him tears gathering and spilling over your waterline. 

"Shhh, shh little one, you know one is not enough for you to take me-" You knew this but still you knew that even when you were ready he would keep going, wanting to see your vision glazed over and mouth limp as he wrings everything from you that he could possibly take, "-So behave and I'll be sure you get everything you need, or perhaps you will rebel? It would be such a sight to rend you down to nothing more than the cock hungry slut I know you are." 

Try as you might there is no stopping him as he pulls you through another orgasm, laughing softly as he tilts your head up, looking down as your cheeks stained with tears and your lips slick with spit as you bite them, trying so badly to keep the whines of 'please' and 'no more' from meeting his ears and yet he knows, he knows how you want to whine them, how you want to have a rest from his fingers and yet he can also feel how you writhe and buck into his fingers, chasing each thrust and meeting each flick with ease. 

"There you go, one more for me sweet thing, just one more and I'll give you what you want, let you sink on my cock and ride at your own pace, or maybe it shall be two more and I'll fuck you into a third..." 

He forgets how fragile you can be, how you go slack as he sinks you down onto his cock, hands under your knees holding you open so he can seat you fully on him. Laughing softly as you make a short move to grab his forearms, bracing against what you know will be a long ride. And oh how you look guided into another and another orgasm, wringing everything and more from you, leaving you limp in his hold and eyes barely open as he leans forward to kiss you. 

Long tongue parting your lips and smearing your face in the mix of your spit. It's easy to forget how fragile mortals can be, how easy it is to make them break, make them shudder and cry under him, he had forgotten how easy it was to have you dumb and oh so easy for him to wring every pleasure from you and pull that one long back arching, voice cracking orgasm from you. 

He wasn't jealous, he wasn't but there was something about the way you hovered around his father, how those bastardly hands held your waist as you stood in the way of something he needed, it wasn't jealousy. No, no, it was just confusion mixing with his distaste and unpleasant feelings for his father souring the sweet and soft affection he held for you, he wasn't jealous of his father, no it couldn't be like that. 

And yet, all it took was one moment, one passing glance as his fucking asshole of a father lifted your hand to his mouth and kissed the back of your hand smiling as you turned your head from him, embarrassed at the sight of the older man showing you the kind of affection only his son usually did. Stuttering and shuffling away as you caught sight of your precious fox hybrid, grabbing for his hand and dragging him away, ignorant of how he was glaring at his father, eyes locked as you pull him away. 

He wasn't jealous, and yet, you smelt like his father, that cloying smell of smoke and death tainting your usual sweet smell, but he wasn't jealous, not even as he buried his teeth in the join of your neck and shoulder, fingers holding your hips still as he fucked you against a shaded wall of a Las Nevadas alleyway, ears flat against his head and tail twitching with every thrust. 

Sure you could be coy and sweet around his father, bolster a good relation with that piece of shit but here and now, you were shaking under his grasp, whining his name, and begging for his cock to fuck you better for him to hilt himself in you and paint your insides with his cum, not his father, not any other man but him. There would be no denying that you belonged to him, not if he had marked you, scented you for every hybrid to know, left you limping and dripping with his cum as he carried you home, not a single person could ever take you from him but he wasn't jealous...

He wasn't Jealous, not as his father stood at the end of the alleyway watching with that fucking cigarette hissing in a puddle as he pressed you into the wall pushing his knot into you and listening as you howled his name, his not Wilburs, not anyone else's, only his. 

It was something you knew could happen, after all your dear sweet partner had something of an obsession with your chest, always mouthing and latching to one of your nipples the moment you had your shirt off, regardless of if it was sexual or not they were their lips wrapped around your nipple stiff or not, and now... 

Now here you are, awkwardly cupping your chest and watching as your ever-unhinged partner pushed that damned smile mask away from his face and narrowed his eyes at you. Between your fingers dripped the evidence of what his little obsession had made your body do, milky off white dripping from between the cracks of your fingers and leaking down your fingers, he had suckled his way into having you lactate, it was awkward and left your chest tight as pressure built till you were as you are now. 

Leaking. 

Sure dream hadn't wanted this initially, but now that he was looming over you pulling your hands away tongue tracing along the path your milk had taken, swirling his tongue around each finger, there was nothing about this he wouldn't love. Now when he pressed his lips to your chest he could have more of you, taste something that was wholly his doing, something that was all him and all for him. 

"Honey, is there something you want to tell me? Or maybe you'd prefer I drink it from you-" bending at his knees slightly, lets him press his cheek to your collarbones, staring up at you between flicking his gaze to where you were still leaking,"-cause I'm damn sure this isn't how I left you this morning..." 

This morning... This morning was one that you would never forget, you had woken up to dream latched to your chest, as usual, one hand rolling and playing with the nipple he wasn't suckling the skin around where he was playing felt tight but you had thought nothing of it, brushing it away as he had been prone to suckle and tug at your chest in your sleep, having told you it was great for him to watch your sleepy face twist as he played with you. 

Even as you had whined and tried to push him away, there was no way you would have been able to move him, the weight of his body pressed against you and the feeling of his cock hard in his sleep pants as he rutted against your thigh, grunting as he feels your weak attempt at pushing him away. 

The morning had ended with your chest littered with hickies and imprints of his teeth, his cum splattered across the expanse of your torso as he panted and smiled down at you, sweeping away from you to head out with nothing more than a smile and a peck on the cheek. It was when you tried to bathe, hands gently trying to clean away the mess he had left that you had started leaking, the barest brush of your fingers had been the trigger. 

Hours later and you had still been leaking, shirts dragging against your nipples awkwardly, wet patches blooming as you soaked through the material. 

There was no feasible way for you to actually take all of your lover's cock, he was just too much, sure you had tried, spent nights stretching and working yourself open for him to try and seat himself fully in you and yet halfway was all you were able to take. Looking down to see how his length was visibly straining as he fucked between your thighs, using the mess of lube from his attempts to work you open to get himself off, sharp teeth digging into his bite-swollen lips.

"One of these days, I-we will have you take all of me. I'll finally get to have you cum on my cock not on my fingers or-or my tongue!" Every time either of you gets needy or desperate the same things came spilling from either of you, promises and swears that you would take him soon, that you would get to feel him fill you and fuck you as you craved.

And yet, it had been months since the last time you even tried to take his cock, each time you tried to get him to step away from his summer home or the giant statue he was building for the ever-looming god, he would turn away from you cheeks flushing a dark gold as he stumbles through and excuses.

But tonight would be the end of that, tonight you would get to watch those emerald eyes as you showed him that you would be able to take him whole, that you had finally managed to work yourself open enough that it would only take him laying back and letting you sink down onto his cock.

All it had taken was a few wine-filled nights of complaining to Eret, huffing and chattering with yours and Foolish's mutual friend finding the monarch one of the more comfortable people to discuss such personal issues with. Hell, the brown-haired rascal was the one who gave you the items to get to the point you were now, sure the day they passed you the box of toys was beyond embarrassing, you dropped the box after opening it and even tried to give them back.

But persistent in seeing their friends happy said box ended up at your home days later.

The weeks that followed were pain and pleasure-filled nights of working your way from the smaller toys, the smallest being around seven inches long and as thick as your wrist, onto the larger ones, saving the largest and strangely closest to the actual shape and size of Foolish. All of them followed your dear demi-gods theme, shades of blue, green and gold and each of them moved up in size as the shades changed.

And now here you are, waiting for your dear partner to come home, to have the door to your shared room open and watch as he sees just why you had been so persistent to try again. Oh, how you savoured the soft pain that was building in your thighs, sitting on your bed straddling the largest toy, the one you had been working towards, the one you had yet to take, to sink down on and take to the hilt but the moment your eyes caught the wide green ones of your sweet totem god you knew it was time.

One hand held the base of the toy, and the other held out towards Foolish beckoning him forward as you finally sunk onto the toy.