#settrigh

You’re perched on his lap, naked except for a baby blue-star pendant choker adorning your neck, the same one you wore during your groups set earlier that night.

His phone is out. Camera open. And recording.

Your hips roll in slow, purposeful circles, your soaked pussy drenches the length of his thick cock.

“C’mon,” he grunts, the grip he has on your thigh tightening, the other steadying the camera. “Don’t tease. This is for me, remember?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, your glossed lips curling into a knowing smirk. You loved teasing Sett. You looked directly into the lens — right into his soul through the screen.

“I know,” you coo. “But I want you to miss me while you watch this.”

With that, finally, you grab the base of his cock, aligning him against your slick covered folds and sinking down on him in one smooth motion.

The First Position? Classic cowgirl, mirror behind him, your hands braced on his abs.

He films from below as you bounce on him, the camera held tightly and he watches on the screen the way your pussy practically swallows him back when you move up and down, your moaning breathy, and your tits bouncing in in his face.

“Goddamn,” Sett groans, turning the camera to get the mirror view. “You look like a fuckin’ porn star, babe.”

“You’re gonna cum just from watching this next week, huh?” you whisper to the camera. “Gonna jerk off in some hotel bed while I’m on stage with cameras in my face — and you’ve got me like this on yours.”

He groans. You moan louder.

Second Position: You’re manhandled, your face down, and ass up. He’s hitting it from the back with purpose

The phone is propped on the side table, perfectly capturing the back arching angle he has you in. He’s got both hands on your hips, fucking into you deep, and precise, the camera capturing exactly how long his length is thrusting out before slamming back in.

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he mutters low, looking down as he watches his cock move in and out of your puffy cunt.

“You, Sett,” you pant. “It’s yours. Only yours.”

“Say it to the camera baby”

You look to he side — mouth open in an 'O' shape, and you can see how your makeup has slightly smudged.

“It’s Sett’s pussy,” you moan. “He owns it.”

He slaps your ass, and you let out a squeal. “Damn right I do.”

He leans more into the frame, hands no longer on your hips but bracing them on either side of your head as his pace quickens, the loud sound of his hips against your ass, the wet obscene plaps accompanied by your pornographic moans are heard throughout the room— and that’s the moment he’ll probably replay later. Over. And over. And over again.

Third Position: You’re on your back, one leg over his shoulder, the other wrapped around his waist. Camera in his hand now, inches from your face.

You’re shaking. Wrecked. Babbling.

“Look at you,” he mutters, zooming in slightly. “You came again, didn’t you?”

You nod through tears. “Y-Yeah.”

“And you’re still letting me fuck you like this? What kind of slut are you, baby?”

“Yours,” you whisper.

“Say it louder.”

“Yours, Sett. Your naughty slut—fuck—!”

Your orgasm hits again — harder this time, back arching off the mattress as you scream his name and claw at the sheets.

He groans, losing rhythm, thrusts getting sloppy.

“You gonna let me come in this tight little pussy?” he pants. “So I can see my cum leaking out of you every night on tour?”

“Please,” you sob. “Fill me up.”

Final Clip: Camera angle is over his shoulder, you’re seated in his lap again, cock still buried inside you.

You’re not riding him this time — just laying there, your back against his chest post-orgasm, cockwarming him while he strokes up and down your stomach, occasionally groping your breasts as you come down from your high.

“You hear that?” he whispers into the camera. “That’s her breathin’. That’s what she sounds like when she’s stuffed full of me.”

He pans down — recording your cum and slick covered thighs, the camera catching the slight bulge peaking through your stomach.

He kisses your sweaty temple.

“You better watch this every night you’re gone,” you murmur, dazed. “I want your cock in your hand when I’m on that stage.”

“Oh, baby,” he whispers with a grin. “I’ll be jerkin’ this cock to you on repeat. No fuckin’ doubt about that.”

You smile sweetly before turning your head to capture his lips in a kiss, his cock twitching inside of you.

He stops the recording and the video is put in his hidden folder.

Just for his eyes. Saved for later

Yone

With Yone, it’s soft, intimate, full of tension and burning desire. It would start out as sweet nothings whispered, his breath ticking the shell of your ear, so close that he could touch it. Saying, rambling really, on how much he misses, wants, needs you like the very air he breathes.

“My darling, all I could think about was you. I wanted to rip through the Azakana that kept me from you.”

His kisses are short and light like a butterfly traveling along the column of your neck steadily making his way downward as he gently pushes you to lay back. Strategically he undoes all the fabric that dares to keep you from him and gives a light, soft, kiss to the place that aches for his attention.

Deftly, he goes to kiss and lick and tease the inner parts of your thighs, not once breaking eye contact with you. His eyes are a deep color that’s so full of lust that you start to almost feel intimidated by it. By how his gaze never wavers, even if he just switched to the other thigh while giving the slightest brush to your clit. You whine.

He smirks. But only for a second while he gives attention to the other thigh.

For what feels like time has slowed, he finally, finally, gives attention to your aching clit. You can feel just how slick you are and you whine again about how much you need him.

With a practiced motion, he gives a lick to the underside of your clit, making you spas a little. With a knowing smile, he happily starts drawing shapes with his tongue around your clit, licking the underside to tug it upwards to really get you whining and reaching for his hair. He then dips his tongue inside, not deep inside, not yet. Just at the entrance is where he likes to tease you, just barely dipping in and only playing with it. Even with the tugging and pushing his head further in does he remain steadfast in keeping his warm tongue in the entrance. He licks back up to your clit to start sucking.

All of a sudden your back is arching up, your hips are angled more down, and your legs have enclosed around his head. He thinks about how the face-framing sections of his mask are no doubt digging into you but you don’t seem to even notice. Especially with how his tongue is playing with you like he does his own instrument. He knows exactly what strings to pull to get the sweetest music out of you.

He brings his fingers from holding your hip to your slick entrance. His long, slender, calloused fingertips feel rough at first. In all honesty, it’s the only thing rough about him. Yone has clearly put a lot of work in his swordsmanship for years upon years as well as playing that stringed instrument of his for who knows how long. Two of the tips of his fingers are rough but only for a moment, the wetness of you quickly coats his fingers as they slowly go deep inside of you. Whines of his name are practically sung out of your throat.

“That’s it.” He whispers, his gaze not once leaving yours, no matter how much your eyes squint in pleasure. It’s almost like he has committed every part of you to memory that if he was blind that he would have no issues pleasing you like this.

His fingers slowly come in and out of you, making sure to press on that spot you like. Just one pass is enough to completely coat his fingers, so much so that it’s practically dripping off of him. His fingers come in and out of you like waves on the shore. Time seems to go by rapidly and slowly at the same time.

“Yone… please. I need more of you.” Your hands are locked on to his hair, your knuckles are almost white. He lifts his head of your aching clit, fingers still working at you. He smiles.

“Alright, my love.” He gently takes his fingers out of you and gently frees your hands from his hair. He gives them each a soft kiss across the knuckles before softly laying them down on your chest.

“Anything for you.” He says while he sits up and starts taking off the thick red rope that keeps the masks around his hips.

Sett

With Sett, it’s fast, rough, and full of passion. It would start out the next instant he gets you alone after someone challenged him for the throne of the fighting ring and he won by a landslide. He’d come to you a little battered and bruised, maybe even a split lip, with a huge, proud grin across his face.

“Hey Doll. I need ya real bad sweetheart.”

He’s grabbing you by the waist and sitting you down on the closest surface he can get to and immediately starts tugging away all the fabric that is between him and his prize. While he’s doing that, he’s kissing you, albeit a bit sloppy but he’s so full of energy that its rubbing off on you. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth is making you feel hazy and tingly all over.

Tongues are clashing, teeth are knocking into one another. He’s biting your bottom lip to really start getting you worked up. He’s is rushing a bit but you understand. This is how it goes when someone challenges him and ultimately loses against him. Sett gets an adrenaline rush off the fight that he just has to release it with you. But you know that he just secretly wants the praise from you for defending his throne and title as ‘The Boss.’

As soon as he possibly can he is rubbing circles of your clit, helping you get wet for him. He parts from you so the both of you can breathe, and as he’s making eye contact with you he brings his fingers up to his mouth to get a taste of you. You notice his pupils get larger.

“You taste as good as you look, how ‘bout I just drink you up?”

He kneels on the floor and immediately takes your clit into his mouth sucking on it that it gets you to yelp in surprise. Your hands finds purchase in his hair behind his ears as they stand tall and towards you. The expression on Sett’s face is one of concentration, the bridge of his nose is scrunched up, his eyebrows are knitted together, and his eyes are closed. It’s like he’s putting in all of his effort into pleasing you. Like he would die on the spot if he didn’t.

All of a sudden he opens his eyes and locks them in a gaze with yours. He takes his tongue from you but gives it right back as he takes the flat of it and licks one big and long stripe from your entrance to your clit.

It is erotic to say the least.

In the next moment he’s shuffling off his jacket with the big clunky gold embellishments that decorate the fur on it so he can lift and spread your legs around his broad shoulders. The next moment he takes a finger and thrusts it inside you and you nearly fold on top of him from the sudden feeling of being full.

“Just gotta prepare you for what’s coming next Doll. Just gotta hang in there a little longer, i’ll get ya ready to take me.” He grins.

You nod along as you see him go back to sucking on your clit, his tongue poking out to lick it up and play with it. Time seems to fly by as Sett manages to fit a second finger in you. This time though, this devious man flashes his k9s at you and he gently nibbles and bites at your clit. It’s so much sensation that it nearly has you howling in pleasure.

“It’s too much Sett!! To much.” You say grasping tightly at his hair, your eyes scrunched closed.

“Hang in there sweetheart, you can take it like a good girl.” He says with your clit between his teeth. He gives another long, broad lick to you and you shiver. He speeds up his fingers and even curls them a little. You tighten up as all of a sudden you feel a knot in the pit of your stomach. You’re so close.

“Sett, I-I’m gonna-”

“Let me see you cum sweetheart.”

You tighten and spas on his fingers as you moan for him. All too quickly he takes his fingers out and shoves his tongue in, licking and drinking all that he can of you. Once he has had his fill he lets your legs down off his shoulders as he stands up before you.

“I told ya Doll, we were just gettin’ started.”