Techno smiled at how the voices mused at your expression. It was true that they also were in love with you. It didn't matter what you were doing, they somehow found it adorable.

   Techno decided to wander inside to see what you were doing. When he opened the door he was met with the sent of baked goods. Something he utterly loved.

   'Maybe she made muffins' 'smells like bread'

   You were cutting off a piece of bread to try it. You felt strong arms snake around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. Techno's head hovered above yours.

   "What did you make princess?" He asked casually. Interested with what your hands held. You smiled smearing butter and a bit of jam onto it for him.

   'Its bread' 'bread' 'she made more'

   You turned within his arms and offered it up to his mouth. When he took a bite he let out a longing hum of agreement. Finding the bread heavenly. His head you were relaxed, feeding techno the bits of bread in your hand.

   When the bread was gone he looked down at you lovingly. Your hand coming to rest on his cheek ever so gently. He placed a loving kiss to the palm of your hand.

   'She's so gentle' 'I love her' 'kiss her' 'Please kiss her'

   With the voices begging, he choose to obey. His hand relaxed on the side of your neck, loosely cupping it to have you face him. His lips pressed onto yours ever so lovingly. You leaned into his arm for support to ground you. His kisses always left you feeling floaty. You felt your back hit the counter, but Techno's hand held you gently in place.

Angry:

   When Quackity tried to use you as leverage, it went horrible. Well you were dragged to a good stopping point, you knew Techno was hot on your trail. Quackity thought he could get away with taking you well Techno was away. Completely forgetting your lover had the nose of a blood hound practically.

   Techno didn't run like Quackity did. He knew to save his strength. So he walked, sword in hand ready to kill. No one was allowed to touch you. No one.

   'Kill him' 'Find him' 'Drag his lifeless body back'

   Techno's blood was boiling. His vision was bordering red even. Seething with the idea of Quackity's hands on you. You were his, and only his.

   Whether Quackity planned to use you as bait or leverage to lure Techno you didn't know. The thought even crossed that maybe he planned keep you too himself. Ether way Techno would find him.

   'Spill his blood' 'Find him now' 'Blood for the Blood God'

   When Quackity had you and himself hidden, he took a breath. He looked for places to hide. He wanted to loose him. Techno was terrifying enough in general, but knowing that he was now on a letteral man hunt.

   It was beyond terrifying.

   'If she's hurt take his head' 'End him'

   Techno knew he would be getting you back, and Quackity's blood would paint the ground. He would guarantee that Quackity would never even think touch you ever again.

(NSFW Warning)

Sexually:

   Your hands griped to the sheets with a Iron grasp, Techno's hand ran over your back delicately. Your head was laying against the mattress, well Techno has your hips raised up to meet his.

   'So beautiful' 'dirty whore' 'pull her hair'

   With slow teasing thrusts, Techno had you muffling out a sob. He had brought you to so many orgasms already, and yet he just didn't stop. He leaned over your body, his hand coming up to grasp your neck.

   "Feeling good princess?" He was smug. His arm going around your waist securely, pulling you up and onto his lap. His cock still buried deep within you. The moan you released was half mixed with a sob.

   'Pound her harder' 'Make her scream' 'Lay her down a minute'

   He kissed around your neck, leaving loving marks to show who you belong to. "You have another one in you?" He inquired. Your head shook as a no. Far too gone in your pleasure to speak. He smirked and swiveled his hips, Grinding into you. "I think you do"

   'Make her cry harder' 'We should stop soon' 'Make her cum'

   With his hand around your neck and his hand on your stomach, he was determined to make you hit your high at least once more. You could only reach behind and try and grab at his hips for support.

   Philza was a wise man, a man beyond his years for wisdom. He didn't belittle her knowledge, or attempt to hold her back from what she sought to accomplish. Instead he moved at her fast pace. Keeping up like it was little to no trouble. Sometimes he would forget how young the Goddess was, or forget that she too was simply human. From a young age she had taken up arms- fighting along side her father who had groomed the perfect solider- a solider who would take his head for a throne of blood.

   Most of the palace staff assumed Philza, the royal advisor out of everyone would have the most issues with the swift change of rulers. But instead their blood ran cold with the smile he grew. Where others saw a dictator in the makings, Philza saw great promise within the young girl. but, then again... Maybe that was because he saw his eldest son within her.

Well she read within the palace court yard, her younger brother Tubbo happily played tag with his dearest friend Tommy. She would be lying if she said she didn't find tommy annoying, but she knew that Tubbo adored playing with him. She didn't want to tear that away from her brother. Philza was also thankful that she let her brother play with his youngest. Phil didn't have time to spend with his little family due to his job, so her actions left him happy to know his boys were not alone. Many times he would leave her a note on her desk with a simple ‘Thanks’’ to show his appreciation to her. When she saw this, it always graced her lips with a simple smile.

Around Christmas time, Phil had noticed how alone Tubbo and his sister were. They had no warm family to spend the holiday with. Their parents long gone and disposed of. So, Phil did the only thing he could think of. He asked (y/n) if she would like to accompany his family for the holidays, spend the dinner with them and enjoy a warm evening of family time.

At first he expected her to shyly decline, He didn't expect her to want to spend time with a family expect her own. But she happily agreed, explaining how Tubbo was asking to spend time with tommy at his house anyway. At that news Phil couldn't help but laugh at how adorable it all was, so he warmly explained- come Christmas, the door would be open to the family.

   As much as you wanted to say you were not excited to attend dinner with Phil’s family. You were actually quite excited to spend the holiday with a normal family. So when the day came about, you helped your happy little brother into the carriage. Heading for the pleasant Home out within the country side.

    Tommy and Tubbo had taken up talking about what they wanted to do, running off to cause all sorts of chaos within the home. Wilbur the middle child, rested in the library, casually reading well waiting for dinner to finish. You knew Phil had three sons, but wherever the eldest remained was a mystery. Without anything to do, you casually wondered into the kitchen, curious of what you could help with. Although royalty, you still had enough sense to help your host if needed. To your pleasant surprise you were met with a rather tall young man. His hair was carefully swept back into a pony tail, Braids lacing through with elegance. His sleeves were rolled up as he stirred the pot of soup, his hands running with veins and simple muscles, showing the labor of his work. He didn't look out of the ordinarily special, but to you he looked very handsome.

His eyes flashed to you when you entered, curious of why you were in the room with him. It was almost like he expected you to be as far from the kitchen as possible. “your highness...” He muttered, his voice like soft, dark crimson velvet.

The man didn't look anything like Philza, or the other boys, but something told you he was the eldest son. From his mannerism’s down to the way he talked, screamed he was Phil’s. “You must be Phil’s?” you asked with genuine curiosity.

He hummed and didn't say much of a defined ‘Yes’ or ‘No’. So with the silence you moved to help him with the dinner, taking finished plates into the dinning room. Phil saw you and the young man moving the dinner, so he joined you both with help. when the three of you finished, you herd Phil thank the man, his name getting uttered. Sadly due to Tubbo and Tommy running by, you couldn't catch his name.

Slowly you all wondered into the dinning room to sit with the small family. When you wondered over to the table, to your surprise the mystery son had pulled the chair out for you. Helping you sit down, even pushing you into the table. Phil smiled kindly to the boy, well Wilbur held a smug smile, his eyes glancing at is brother.

Dinner was moving on nicely, throughout the dinner you had learned the eldest boy’s name was Technoblade. Although you have never met him, you found out that Techno was actually the Stable boy, and the black smith of your palace. He was quiet but Philza explained in detail that Techno worked very hard to keep his Smithing job and stable spot. Through explanation you learned that only Techno had the strength and stamina to work both. He also did them both very well.

However, throughout dinner you and Philza had taken notice that Techno was only poking at his food. “Techno, mate, aren't you hungry? you’ve barely touched your food”

Techno only glanced up at Philza, setting his fork down carefully. “I'm not very hungry...” Your eyes glanced to him, curious of why his appetite had been dropped. part of you hoped it wasn't from your presence. You knew your presence sometimes would cause others to grow sick or even cause them to leave.

“Mate you cant go without dinner, you have to eat something- we have smaller things in the kitchen.” Philza said to his son. You couldn't help a small smile form on your lips at his fathers kindness. “Name it what are you hungry for?”

Before Techno could start to speak, Tommy had cut him off. “(y/n)...” he said slyly. Techno flashed a warning glare before swiftly telling him to ‘shut up’ “Well you are.” Tommy said unbothered, putting another bite of food into his mouth.

Techno got a little louder this time. “I said shut up you little insect-”

“what! He is” Tommy said defending himself before Phil could get after him. 

“Do not shout at the table! we have guests over!” Phil yelled over his fighting boys

Tommy took his glass of juice and lifted it to his lips, taking a sly drink before speaking again- but softly so only techno could hear. “He’d eat if we were having (y/n)-”

“That's It!” Techno yelled, swiftly standing up from the table. Tommy quickly stood as well, running from the table with tech hot on his tail. Once they rounded the table you were left a faint pink well Philza shook his head disapprovingly. “(y/n) I'm so sorry for how my boys are acting- I promise they know better-”

“Phil... I promise it’s ok... Tubbo and I used to do that when we were younger...” you explained softly. “Besides... Its a nice change from what I'm used too... The palace is too stuck up sometimes... This feels more like a family dinner than I’ve ever experienced...” you explained with a soft small smile.

You didn't end up seeing Technoblade after the dinner, which did sadden you a bit. but you understood life moved on, What surprised you however, was the next day. When you sat working on papers you didn't expect Technoblade to knock on your door. With his casual work shirt and pants he offered you a deep apology for how his brother acted out. He felt he shouldn't have been taking about you like he was. Of course like you reassured Phil- you reassured Techno. 

After a few weeks you did catch yourself thinking about Technoblade quite a lot. Enough so you would often find yourself seeking out Wilbur to try and learn more about his older brother. Of course he didn't mind, secretly he found it more amusing then he let on. Mostly because Techno would also seek him out to ask about you. Both you and Techno worked very separate lives. Well you were occupied with the title of Queen and “Blood Goddess”, Techno worked hard everyday alone.

Luckily it seemed like you both were coming up with reasons to see each other. Which then turned into you staying within the stables to get to know him more. You also just liked to watch him work, His hair drawn back into buns, braids, no matter what he always looked good, even dripping with sweat. 

On one particular night you did surprise Techno quite a bit. Well he worked on changing out horse shoes you had lingered in to watch. With the hoof between his thighs he easily pulled the shoe off the horse. clipping and filing down the nail to accommodate the horse. When he saw you wonder in with a soft smile he couldn't help but give a cocky grin, his pink hair falling into his face.

“Can't look bad even changing a shoe eh?” you asked, sitting yourself into a pile of hay to relax.

“Darlin’ as long as your around to watch me...” he said trailing off, as he set the file down he asked for you to hand him the horse shoe that rested beside you. when you took it into your hands you curiously looked at it. With how it looked, you could tell he was the one that made it. when you saw his hand reaching out for it you knew to hand it over.

You watched him put the new shoe onto the horse, his movements swift and done with ease, showing he has been doing it for years. When he finished he let the horse’s leg go, letting it wonder back out to wherever it pleased. Leaving you two alone within the stables. He did step closer to you, offering his hand to you in a silent offer to help you up. But instead you took his hand and pulled him down to you.

Of course instead of falling into you, he did catch himself. His arms beside your head as his braid fell over his shoulder. hanging down by you. “Darlin’... You need to stop with your teasing... You know what will happen...” He said with that gravely voice you loved.

It wasn't the first time you where alone like this with him. Many times prior he would be like this over you, feverishly kissing and sucking on your neck like his life depended on it. Whether he would admit it, or not he secretly craved to take you, and make you his. Your title never scared him, just because he knew how helpless he could get you with his lips alone.

“Stop with my teasing?...” you asked quirking a brow in amusement. your smile grew as your hands pulled his shirt from his pants. He did nothing to stop you, almost curious with how far you would take this. He knew you felt deeply for him, but he was a stable boy- you were royalty. He wanted to make you his- but he also couldn't provide for you. He had no money to give, no land, nothing. All he could give was his love. 

To you, that's all you wanted.

Like nights previously, tonight was no different. With his shirt long discarded into the stray hay, you both held close to each other. His hands gripping to your plush thighs with great need. The skirt of your night gown was long shoved and bunched up at your hips. the bruises of his fingers surfacing from the previous nights he has kissed you.

When you felt him pull back from your neck you couldn't help but whine and grab for his hands. Begging for him to come back to you. “Please Tech- Please- please don't stop- I want this- I want you-” The words fell from your lips without cause. Words you had been holding back. Your eyes were pleading, practically begging for him.

“Princess... You know I wont be good for you-” He tried to reason with you. His hand reaching up to cup your face. This argument came about many times between you two.

Technoblade please- I want you- I want us- I want your love.” You said, tears threatening to spill over. 

“I know you want me Princess... But you are a Queen... You need a strong leader... a King... Not me...” He said softly. his thumb rubbing over your cheek to wipe away your tears.

“Techno... To hell with my crown... I want you- I’ll run away and abandon it all for you...” you said strongly. His eyes shown how taken back he was with your words.

“Princess... You cant be sayin’ nonsense like that...” He said, his lips brushing over your forehead. 

“Damnit Tech- cant you see?... I don't want another man touching me, I don't want to kiss someone else... I want you touching me, I want to kiss you only... I just want you.”

You watched as techno’s Adams apple moved. He wet his lips a moment well he collected his thoughts. “Darlin’... When you say stuff like that...” He began.

“Say what... Say that I want you to touch me? That I want to feel your fingers on more than just my thighs? Or maybe when I say stuff like I want you to be the only one to see me-” You couldn't finish due to Techno's lips crashing onto yours. He didn't stay there long, his mouth quickly moving down to your neck. Teeth dragging and grazing over your skin, just looking for the right spot to bite down.

“You want me to touch you?” he asked “Or do you want me to fuck you”. His words struck right you wanted him. 

“Tech-” You began, only being swiftly cut off by the hybrid. 

“Be honest... If I start... I wont stop.” he warned.

“I want you to fuck me...” you said shamefully. Your head dropping to the side to avoid his gaze. But that was all he needed to hear. With your ok, his hands quickly dropped to his pants. Undoing them to get them fully out of they way. Mindful of his surroundings, led him to kicking the stall door shut giving you both a little privacy. 

When his pants were pushed down to reveal himself, he pulled your underwear down. Moving between your legs so he could have all the access he wanted. When he saw how wet you were he couldn't help put hold his hand out, running his fingers through your folds to feel what he did to you. all well your face burned with embarrassment for how vulnerable you were. When you risked a glance to him, you could see his eyes dilate with need. You thought he was going to move his hand away at first, but then you felt him slide a finger into you. testing to see if you were ready. 

When you let a breathy moan out, he almost thought he herd a angel in his ear. “So wet... All for me?” He asked, fully knowing the answer. Well he worked his one finger with a fluid motion, he decided to add another. Moving them in and out with a smooth rhythm, wanting to see how worked up he could make you. When you started to buck your hips into his hand he couldn't help but feel pride surge through his veins. Pride at the fact the “Blood Goddess” was under his hold, with two of his fingers pushed into her pussy. 

That didn't last long however, Before you got to ahead of yourself, he did remove his fingers. Moving your legs further apart to accommodated for his wide hips. With one hand on your hip, he used the other to guide his cock to your entrance. Teasingly rubbing it around your entrance and up to your clit, before pushing into you. you almost missed it when he faltered a bit, his arm wrapping around your waist as his head leaned into your neck to hide the groan he let out. Your lips parted shamefully as you let a strangled moan out.

He kept his thrusts deep but slow, his hips rolling and meeting yours with a satisfying stutter. He truly was thankful for his moment, the moment to show you how much he loved you. With how your hands grabbed at his arms, he knew this sight would be forever burned into his mind. Your blissed out face, contorted into pleasure when he risked a harsher snap of his hips. With your lips dripping whispers of his name, he couldn't help but kiss you. taking and devouring the whines and whimpers you let out.

Tech knew you would have been mortified if someone walked in, but he couldn't help but pray someone did. He would thrive off knowing someone saw him claim you. The way his hands held your hips, your body looking small in comparison to his. Your legs gripped to his waist, but even with the tight grip you held, your feet still couldn't touch due to how large Techno was. But you didn't mind. He was a gentle giant, a gentle giant with the hips of a god.

With every sharp snap of his hips, he could feel you getting closer and closer. Your walls tightened around his cock, and the more you clenched the faster he knew he would loose it. As much as he wanted to finish above you, something itched at his brain to make you ride him. He wanted to watch you come undone, and let his hands work your hips through your climax.

So without a second thought, he hooked his leg around yours, and maneuvered your bodies so you sat straight above him. Although your body curved and withered into his, unable to keep yourself together with how your body ached for more. Techno held your waist firmly, moving your hips to meet his, and to his pleasant surprise. You were much louder when riding him.

With how he worked your body prior, it didn't take you long for the coil to grow tight. Techno felt this as well, but he didn't slow. Instead he gripped at your hips tighter, forcing you up before quickly snapping you back down to him. Cries of his name filled the empty stables, lewd noises fallowing along. When you did cum, techno didn't hesitate to push you down onto him. His own release shuddering through his body, filling you up as much as he could. As much as your face captivated him, he couldn't help but watch as his cum ran out of your spent body and down his own. All he could think of was pushing it back into you. making you keep as much of it inside your body as possible. 

Well Tech ran with his fantasies, your body couldn't help but fall onto him. Your chest heaving with the rapid heart beat of your Climax. His heart was racing just as fast as yours, if not maybe even faster. His attention was drawn away from the dripping cum, to your beautiful face. your spent eyes captivated him, in his mind you practically glowed.

   It was late, all the guards were changing shifts and preparing for bed, wanting to be ready for their early morning. You would be too if Techno didn't request you in the throne room. You thought it was kind of useless to even go down there. You knew as soon as you got there you would be turning around and heading up for bed. But the only thing you could do was shrug your shoulders and wonder down.

   When you got to the throne room you pushed the heavy doors open. Your husband sitting comfortably on his Golden throne. His legs were crossed as his head rested on his hand. He looked bored.

   "Close the doors behind you" he said shortly. You gave him a confused look before glancing back at the doors. You closed them like he asked, but that didn't stop his lingering silent gaze. He was acting weird, but you didn't want to push it. Well you wondered down the hall to the throne, his eyes never left your figure. You could feel him summing up your body.

   "You ready to go to bed?" You inquired, motioning to the doors behind you. After your day, you were ready to undress and sleep. The day had been long, and tiring, after Techno and you had married, there was a lot of meetings with the court. Mostly just doing odd's and ends meet ups, But still, they meant sitting for long hours and listening to old men ramble on about whatever had there pants in a twist.

   "Not quite yet..." Techno didn't look happy, his face was hard and his eyes slightly narrowed. Whatever was on his mind was currently eating away at his brain. He moved his legs so they were no longer crossed, instead he parted them. His pants drawing tight against his clothed erection.

   Oh, That's what was on his mind. Your eyes flickered from his pants and back to his eyes, trying to not stare. You watched him pat at his thigh, motioning for you to come sit. You didn't say no, instead you did as told, taking your spot atop his lap. Without a second thought you let his hand rest on your waist, feeling up your sides.

   With your legs straddling his lap it wasn't surprising that his erection was right beneath your heat. You briefly thought of moving, striking a reaction from him, seeing what he might do to you. You glanced to his eyes. They were hard as steel. He wasn't just sexually frustrated, something happened that pissed him off before hand. You watched him closely. "Did you enjoy the meeting we had today, princess?" His tone wasn't warm. You felt his free hand move to the pendants around your neck. His fingers loosely playing with the gems.

   "It was fine" you glanced down to his hand. "Did you?" You asked shortly. Glancing up to his eyes. His eyes met with yours. His fingers loosely twisted and pulled you closer by the necklaces.

   "It had its aggravating moments..." he said slowly. His eyes glanced down to your lips. You were slightly leaning into him. Waiting for him to kiss you. "I didn't like that man starring at you." He kept his fingers around your necklaces. Having full control over were your head and neck were moved too.

   "You didn't?" You asked. You knew exactly what man he meant. There was one man that attended every meeting, he would always just stare at you. When dinners were about he would try and spark conversations with you. He never really bothered you, you knew as long as you were married to Techno nothing would happen anyway.

   Techno lifted one of his brows and let your necklaces go, instead taking hold of your neck. Pulling you close to him, keeping your lips lingering his. "You know I didn't. He always watches you. I'm surprised you haven't went and draped yourself over him, after all, you always bat those pretty eyes at him." You tried to shift closer to him. Resting your hands on his chest. The hand on your hip kept you in place. Guaranteeing you wouldn't be moving without his say. "I think you need to be reminded of who you belong to." You whined, wanting a kiss from him. He couldn't help the smirk that graced his lips. "You want a kiss?" You nodded slowly. "Then your going to work for it. Get on your knees."

   When you felt his hand lift off your hip you didn't fool around. You quickly removed yourself from his lap and kneeled down before him. Right between his legs were he always liked you. His eyes were still narrowed. His mood still lingering within them. If he couldn't smell your arousal yet, you would have been shocked. "You know what to do" your eyes glanced from him, to his pants. You leaned forward and started undoing his pants. Pushing aside the belt and his underwear, having no use for them. Once you freed his cock you only briefly wetted your lips before glancing to him, wanting to make sure this was ok. It wasn't your first time taking him. But it was your first time in the throne room, where anyone could walk in. "Take it." He said sternly. You thought about the idea of someone walking in, but pushed the thought aside.

   Techno was large, but he was also a tall and bulky man so it was to be expected. When you took him into your mouth it was no surprise his cock wouldn't fit all the way. You set a decent pace. Trying to please him, but also not have him half way down your throat. Anything you couldn't reach, you let your hands take care of. You sent a glance up to him. He was leaned back into his throne. His head was starting to roll back, but he kept his eyes on you. His jaw was locked in place. "That's the best you got?" He hissed out. You felt his hand come down to your head. His fingers weaving into your hair for a firm grip. "Remove your hands." You moved your hands off the base of his cock, moving your head up to give him a look, however with his hand in your hair he just shoved your head down on his dick all the way.

   You couldn't help but choke, your eyes slightly watering. For some form of support your hands fell to his knees. Techno couldn't help and let out a groan at the sight of you taking him all in. No matter what mood he was in, a blowjob always made him feel better.

   Techno didn't waist time once he had control over your head. Now that he could control the pace he wasn't going to go easy. "Since you obviously forgot how to suck dick correctly. I think you should have another lesson." His smirk grew wide. With his hand in your hair he started to bob your head at a rough pace. His hips coming up to meet your mouth with a small slap. The drool from your lips and the slight tears waisted no time at running down your face. Even though you had set your hands on his knee's for support, your hands were slipping from his movement and your own. He was ruthless in his thrusts, and his hand didn't falter his pace. It continued on like this for a little before he abruptly pulled you off his dick. You assumed he was pushing his orgasm off.

   The remints of your saliva could be seen dripping down the sides, showing his angry veins threading through his dick. Although he called you princess, in this moment you looked nothing like one. With his hand holding your head back he couldn't help but love how needy you looked. Your eyes were lazily and half lidded, your mouth hung open, lightly aching from being used. He couldn't help but spit into your open mouth and muse at your expression. "Look at you. If you end up a shitty Queen. At least you'll make a good whore" you watched him. Waiting for what he would want you to do next. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Being used? Being used by me." You slowly nodded to him. He gave a amused hum. "I thought so."

   His hand let go of your hair, the slight sting remaining from were he tugged you about. "Get on my lap." You didn't hesitate to clime up. Taking that quick moment to grind down on his now exposed cock. The moan that escaped his lips was utter music to you. His hands grabbed your hips harshly. Holding them in place. "Don't move." You slowly nodded to him. Knowing that his punishments were fierce. His hands removed themselves from your hips, instead hiking the fabric from your dress up.

   He leaned in and kissed you, deciding he would want to keep you on the quiet side. His hands grabbed at your thighs, hidden by how your skirt pooled around him. If anyone walked in they would have just assumed you and him were just having a easy moment of kissing. His hands were busy kneading the flesh of your thighs, in love with the plush they offered. However, It didn't take long for his fingers to linger to your underwear. Feeling his way to your heat. When he cupped it he could feel how wet you had become. He pushed your underwear aside. Choosing to play about and test how quiet you could be. He pushed his finger through your lips, brushing by your clit.

   When you whimpered he pulled away. "Your going to be quiet. Don't want anyone to walk in right?" He lifted his brow looking at you smug. You shook your head slowly. "S'what I thought." He pushed his finger into you. You let out a sharp gasp at the feeling. Your eyes fluttering shut slowly. He was going to tease you of course before he did anything major. Finding a single finger boring he offered two. Starting to find a pace he knew would have you wrecked within minutes. He didn't shy away from curling his fingers while he pumped. Finding amusement in how you tried to stay still and quiet. Your face contorted between bliss and concentration.

   Soon he pressed his thumb to your clit, his fingers still rocking into you with a drive to unravel you. Your hands grabbed at the fabric of his cloak. Gripping to try and ground yourself. You so badly wanted to grind your hips down on his hands. Send them deeper than he was allowing. He could feel how close you were becoming to climaxing. Without remorse he pulled away. Letting you let out a harsh whine mixed with a cry. You discarded the order to keep your hips still. Instead choosing to buck and grind to try and find release.

   "Were you expecting something?" He mused. Still smug from the way he could ruin you. You nodded your head fast. Whispering out 'pleases' like it was a prayer. "I'll make it up to you princess. Don't worry" you gripped his shoulders as he lifted you up, guiding his raging cock to your entrance, easily sliding in with how wet you had become.

   You couldn't help but lean your head into his neck. Hiding your face well letting out a lingering moan. You felt completely full from his cock alone. Techno took pride in knowing he was the only one who could see you like this. He also felt pride at the idea that you would be coming undone on his lap, well riding him, on his throne.

   He didn't hesitate to take your hips and start rutting himself into you. Bringing your body down onto his cock. Even if you were on his lap, he held full control over this moment. With the pace he was going you knew there was no way you could last.

   After a short while he dropped you onto his dick completely. His thumb falling back to your clit. Rubbing harsh circles to force you over the edge. You could feel the coil's in your stomach, they didn't last long due to him however. You quickly hit your high, throwing your head back crying out his name. You were Cumming on him well he slowly rocked his hips into you. Working you through your orgasm. "You did so well princess..." he said softly. His lips finding his way to your neck, peppering kisses to help you come down slowly.

He worked himself to his own climax. Moaning through one of the kisses he placed. The two of you sat for a while, leaning into each others arms. Not wanting to move much after the work you two just did. You felt techno's hand come out from under tour skirt. Rubbing your back gently.

"Come on princess. Lets go clean up and lay down..."

   Techno never saw your curves as embarrassing however. He loved them. He loved the plush, soft skin of your tummy or your thighs. Your hips? don't even ask what he thought on hips, as long as they were yours. They were perfect.

   With that said, when he saw you saddened about your form he was slightly hurt. You thought he was beautiful, a hybrid of a monster. But yet you couldn't find the beauty within your rolls? Your plump little form? The very thing that made up you? If he ever found out who planted these seeds of lies in your mind, he would have words.

   If you felt confident enough to take the world by the horns, he let you. He would build you up with sweet words of encouragement. 'Well don't you look amazing...' 'you are looking beautiful as ever'. They were small phrases but they meant a lot to you.

   Techno isn't verbal with his love, or compliments really. He chooses to show it, words are just that. Words. Actions are done, are shown. They are physically put into motion. That's why he prefers it. But he also understands sometimes words are needed. They are needed to ease your nerves and doubtful mind.

   when he catches you glaring at your plump form in the mirror, he cant help but quickly move to your side. Kneeling and kissing up your body. Your arms, your thighs, everything. In the beginning he would let you look away. The idea of someone liking your body type left you uncertain, many times you would ponder if his endless kisses were done as a joke. But each and every time he would reassure you that it was real. That him loving you, loving your body. It wasn't in pity, it was in genuine love.

   Tonight was one of those bad nights. With Techno in the bath, you were left to change for bed. Wait for him to come out, and then cuddle the night away until the sun kissed the horizon.

   But well you changed your eyes fell to the mirror. Your eyes casually roamed your body. You were used to looking at it so nothing stood out of course. But as you shifted, you caught a few stretch marks within the candle light. They looked like streaks of lightning that were dragged across your skin. With a quick glance away, you pulled something over your form. Wanting to cover your body and deal with that mental baggage later.

   Of course the Hybrid that stood tall within the door frame held other ideas about that moment. The one thing that always put you at ease was Techno's size. Before you were in a relationship with him, you feared you wouldn't be able to wear your lovers clothing. Being a bit plumper meant "one size fit all" did not fit all. But luckily, with your roughly 6ish/7ish foot Piglin Hybrid of a lover, all of his clothing was a bit baggy on you. Technoblade was a very Built man, this came from his never ending training and his natural born strength of course. But even with him being built and big, the first time he asked you to sit on his lap had you hesitant. What if he found you too heavy? The idea of him asking you to move off would leave you completely mentally ruined. Of course when you finally sat he didn't utter any words besides praises. His hands running gently over your thighs, with a tight grasp he kept you close. When Techno saw you ease into his lap more often, he took pride in knowing you were comfortable enough to do it on a daily basis. That was when he upped the bar again. The day he asked you to sit on his face was the day you had a heart attack. You were so paranoid you would crush him. Of course he was all bemused smirks well you tried to think of excuses. Yet this man was able to ease your nerves and reassure you until you were comfortable once again. You would never forget how giddy he was to be between your thighs. That was the day he found his favorite spot.

   Before you could ease some bottoms over your underwear, this man had his arms around you. Pushing against your hands. His nose was nuzzled into your neck muttering gently "Please, leave them off for now..." with a brow raised you complied. You let the shorts drop to the floor, assuming you would be coming for them in a brief moment. You could smell the lingering sent from his shampoo. The fresh smell giving you great comfort.

   Techno moved you back to face the mirror, his head moving briefly so he could see you face yourself. With a light stubble scratching against your neck you felt the goosebumps rise. Your eyes met his ruby ones within the mirror. "Do you know, how beautiful you are?..." he asked rhetorically. Dragging out the words that he felt were important. You wanted to say no, but knew he wouldn't want that answer.

   "I think I'm alright..." you said softly. He hummed and pressed a loving kiss to your neck. His hands slowly fell down to the buttons of the shirt you were wearing. Skillfully he undid them without thought. When you had pulled a shirt on you didn't think much, but now saw that it was his you wore. Of course he didn't mind, he never minded.

   With the buttons undone he opened the shirt to expose your naked form. Every curve and roll on sweet display for him "You are beyond 'alright'... alright is basic. You know my goddess is beyond mortal definitions..." you gave a gentle smile at his charm, glancing away from his eyes. He didn't allow this tonight however. Instead he took your jaw and gently redirected it to the mirror. Meeting his gaze again.

   "My love... My goddess, you know your body rivals the gods, yes?..." you slightly shrugged, unsure if this was true. With another loving kiss he continued. "Persephone had rolls... She was just as plump as you my love..." you fallowed his eyes gently. Him comparing you to the beautiful goddess left you feeling better. If someone so divine could have rolls why couldn't you?

   He didn't stop there however. "If you cant see your beauty. Let me show you how beautiful you are..." his tone was pleading. Like a animal begging for spare scraps. You watched his eyes, his finger and thumb having control over your chin. You thought on his words and gave a brief nod to him. Trusting him and whatever he had planned.

   Instead of immediately kissing you all over, he pulled away. Firmly telling you to keep your eyes on the mirror. You felt a bit awkward standing there, your legs shifting closer underneath you. He soon came back however, his crown in hand. You could also see he had a simple gray towel around his waist, showing he was fresh from the bath.

   Your curiosity with the crown lingered, but you watched as he put it on your head. "You are a queen... My Queen... You will always be reminded of your everlasting beauty for as long as you are with me..." for not complementing a lot, tonight he was on a roll. Your eyes ran over the crown. The delicate and bright stones contrasting the shimmering gold well against your skin.

   He walked around to the front of you, leaning down to meet your lips in a loving kiss. His hand found a firm places on your hip, and on the plush skin of your ass cheek. With a gentle, but firm grasp he moved and rolled the skin beneath his hand. Loving how soft you were. With his hands working soft whimpers and moans out of you, his mouth devoured them. Eating every noise you made, cherishing them deep within his heart.

   Leaving your lips swollen he moved down. Kissing your jaw and neck. Planning to leave you a work of art. A show of how much he loves you.

   After your neck it was your chest. Soft plump breasts fitting ever so sweetly within his hands. With firm grasps he had you flushed red whimpering. Your eyes half lidded with the sweet lingering pleasure. Yet you still watched yourself and him, knowing to not disobey him.

   With soft kisses placed to the tops of your breasts and nipples he moved to your stomach. This is where you craved to look away. Wishing to hide yourself in his neck.

   "T..T-Techno..." he hummed acknowledging your words. But he still pressed light kisses down to the hem of your underwear.

  “Keep your eyes on the mirror." He said, pulling them down. Helping you step out of the discarded clothing. You couldn't see his face. Only his backside was facing the mirror, and even then his long wet hair hid most of his toned back.

   His fingers ran through your slit briefly. His rings offered a major temperature difference between your heat and the cold metal. With a little squirm his hands moved and held you in place. Desiring to keep you in place before he moved his head in and started to devour you. Eating you out like it was his last meal on earth.

   With a ever so sinful cry, you gripped at his hair. Begging for your knee's to not give out. With one hand on his head, the other one flew to the crown on your head. Trying to keep it on well you easily hunched over from the overwhelming pleasure. Techno never failed to leave you speechless- or should we say, he never left you quiet. Even if you could see yourself, you didn't think you would be able to focus much. Your eyes were tightly shut well your mouth ran between being in a 'O' and being locked shut.

   He did pull back from your folds to speak. Earning a cry from you. You were getting close and him pulling away was painful. "You can cum. But you have to keep your eyes open" you nodded profusely. Agreeing to anything if it meant feeling his lips back on you. He lingering a moment. Making sure your eyes opened before he leaned back. Taking his time to show your clit attention before going back to his main course.

   With your eyes looking back at you. You were unsure if you were ashamed with how blissed out you looked or happy. The whole scene in itself was erotic. You were incredibly small compared to the giant between your legs. His only drive to please you completely. Your eyes never left the mirror as he ate you out to your climax. Your hips stuttering and bucking, but proving no use to his iron grip. When you came he waisted no time at cleaning it up. He had no shame, that your cum was running down his chin. He was happy when you were pleased. And he knows you are definitely pleased after that climax.

   But he wasn't finished. With your legs weakening he helped you down onto his lap. He let you collect yourself against his chest for a few moments his hand ran over your back.

   "Doin' ok there Princess?..." you nodded slowly. Your chest rising and falling fast well you try and calm yourself. "Think you can do one more?" You nodded again well he pressed a kiss to your forehead, acknowledging your response. Adjusting his crown on your head, he moved so the mirror was beside you two. Showing both of your bodies, with the towel acting as a thin barrier.

   When you both were situated he did remove the towel. With a strong arm he lifted you up and positioned his hardened cock at your entrance, wasting no spare moment to fill you up. Well you did try to hide within his neck, it proved no use. He made sure to turn your head to the mirror.

   With your eyes hitting the mirror you saw how his head was beside yours. Your cheek was pressed to his chest well his was pressed to your forehead. His eyes lingeried your body. Drowning in your blissed out form. He found you utterly perfect.

   Well your bodies were connected, it almost looked like art. With techno's sharp gaze and your blissed out reddened cheeks, the contrast was there but yet they went together in perfect harmony. With the roll of his hips he made sure to keep your eyes on the mirror. Wanting to drag out every cry and moan you could utter. He set his pace at a rhythmic thrust, wanting to not only pleasure you, but himself as well. Well you griped to his sides, he kept his hand on he back of your head gently. Wanting to keep your head facing the mirror. With sweet sinful praises he coached you to a second orgasm, his fallowing close behind. He kissed your head gently, keeping you close to him well he felt himself soften. when his eyes met yours in the mirror he smiled softly.