#ruhnweek

Your lush thighs cage in his head, trapping him in a place he calls paradise.

Your cunt, dripping with arousal and his saliva is the only thing he can focus on, and with every roll of your hips, his tongue drives deeper into you. A guttural groan leaves him, sensing vibrations right onto your core.

His lips close around the tight bud, amd he sucks gently. “Fuck, Ruhn!” Your wail, not one of pain but one of almost unbearable pleasure, reverberates through him, and he digs his fingertips into the soft flesh of your ass. 

When your eyes open, your gaze heavy-lidded,  you notice that the knuckles from the hand you are using for support have turned white from how tight you are fisting the knuckles. 

Your other hand is wrapped around his length, moving your palm up and down, deliciously slowly. 

You blow out a soft breath of warm air before leaning in even closer. The starborn prince‘s hips buck in response to the flick your tongue executes to the piercing at the crown of his cock. It’s so sensitive, but the best damn thing when he is pounding into you. It adds an extra kind of pleasure you can’t even put into words. His piercing, let it be the lip ring or his cock piercing, just feel so damn good; mostly because Ruhn just always knows exactly how to put them to good use.

Your body bends almost on its own accord when your lips fasten around his length, giving him one gentle, soft suck that makes his growl in approval.

“Baby,” you whisper around him, the sound muffled, and then take him deep, relaxing your throat.

A smack lands on your backside, his tongue flicking against your sensitive flesh. For a moment he removes his mouth from you, only so he can say, “Always so distracted by my cock huh?” and you know there is a proud smirk on his lips. “But don’t forget to ride my face baby.”

You moan an answer around him, thighs clenching, squeezing his head. 

The second round of your late night love making ends with you coming hard and with a loud cry of pleasure, and Ruhn following you just a split moment after. You release his cock with a plop and swallow, then roll off him, landing on the soft mattress.

“This was amazing,” you whisper, bending your knees and bracing your feet on the bed next to Ruhn‘s chest. “So good.” You wipe a hand over your sweat-glazed forehead.

Ruhn‘s hand slides between your legs, down your thighs, and he lifts his head a little to glimpse at you. “You don’t think we are done, do you?” A smirk appears on his lips.

It doesn’t even take five minutes for the starborn prince to get hard again and to hoist you onto his lap, grinning when he sees your surprised expression.

He helps you shift and lift yourself up, groaning when the crown of his cock touches your wetness.

You sink down on his hard length, gasping at the stretch it causes you and the damn good feeling of his piercing scratching along your walls, adding just the slightest touch of pain. “Fuck, Ruhn,” you moan when he slides into the hilt, broad hands grabbing your ass to lift you up and let you sink down again.

Once having fully adjusted, he starts to thrust into you at a relentless pace. You ride him, your bodies colliding in a delicious connection, lips bruising from how much you devour the other’s mouth, still tasting each other from your previous actions.

Your nails dig into his tattooed shoulders, your head falling back, mouth open with moans and gasps and Ruhn is once again reminded that you are most definitely the most beautiful female he has ever seen in his life. And you are all his. His mate. The love of his life. And—

“My perfect, little slut,” he rasps and smacks your backside, loving the sound of the sensual mewl escaping you.

Each of his thrusts is met by the roll of your hips and slowly both of you are getting closer to the edge, feeling release gather in your lower abdomen. You want to let go, and there is no holding back when he lets his teeth sink into your lower lip, and his finger pinch your nipple.

You scream his name, nails scratching down his tattooed back, and he follows. His hot release fills your, trickling out onto his thighs, the hoarse shout escaping his throat reverberating through you.

The boys’ faces light up when they both simultaneously turn to their mother, the flicking light of the TV making their eyes glow even brighter. “Mum,” they say in unison. They jump up and run to her mother, hugging her tightly.

Lidia kisses both their heads, holding them tightly. Over their heads she meets Ruhn‘s gaze and blinks her eyes rapidly.

“What are you doing here? I thought no one could drive you—?”

“Ruhn picked us up!” Brann grins. “And now we can finally eat.”

“We are starving, mum.”

Lidia‘s huff is full of emotion, her eyes lining with silver. She glances at her boys and then at Ruhn, lounging on the couch, arms spread wide, his grin reaching from one ear to the other.

She smiles at him, her eyes conveying everything she can’t say right now, too overwhelmed with happiness.

“Why haven’t you eaten already? You shouldn’t have waited for me if you were so hungry?” Lidia places her hands on her hips, after placing her bag on the ground.

“Ruhn told us to wait,” Actaean says matter-of-factly.

“He said we could make pizza together,” Brann adds, pointing his thumb at the kitchen behind him. 

So, only five minutes after the four of them find themselves in the kitchen, dough is already being kneaded in a bowl by Lidia, while her two sons pick out the ingredients – everything they can think of and want on top of their pizza. 

Ruhn lovingly curls his arms around her from behind, resting his chin atop her shoulder. He exhales a contented sigh, and Lidia smiles. “I can’t believe you picked them up, I thought you were busy.”

“I am never too busy to spend time with you and your boys,” Ruhn hums in answer, arms curling tighter around his mate. “You always come first, no matter what.”

“I love you,” she says and her voice is hoarse, tears once again bubbling up in her eyes, but vanish the second a handful of dough hits her. 

“You are so cheesy, it is gross!” Brann huffs and Actaeon makes gagging noises next to his brother. “Can we please focus on the pizza?!”

Ruhn laughs as he turns to the two boys. “Did you prepare the tomatoes?” He grins at them when they raise to handfuls of tomatoes, presenting them to him. “And the pepperoni, ham, sweet corn, and–what the hell is that?”

"Pickles!" Actaeon says matter-of-factly. Brann next to him, his hands braced on his hips, nods eagerly. 

“Why pickles?” Ruhn asks, quite in disbelief. “Who would put pickles on a pizza?!” His hands lift in despair and Lidia’s laugh sounds behind him, to this day still the most beautiful sound in the entire world. 

“We do!” the twins say in unison and Lidia’s laughter only grows.

“These are my boys,” she hums and rests her hands on Ruhn’s shoulder when stepping in line with him. “Pickles on pizza sound brilliant, please add them to my piece as well.”

Ruhn can only shake his head, but the boys are eager and happy, opening the jar already, the dough not even on the tray yet. “Well, Ruhn, it seems like you are outnumbered and the pickle lovers win this round,” Actaeon says, his voice tinged with amusement. 

“It really seems like it,” he laughs and reaches for the ham. “I’ll rather stick with the normal things–”

“The boring things,” Brann cuts in and flashes Ruhn a bright, and slightly mischievous grin.