#sev.responses

“still want to run that mouth of yours, darling?”

arlecchino’s voice is a haughty sneer from behind you as she keeps you face down in the pillows with a firm hand on your neck, while the other holds your hips up and in place for her to ruthlessly ram her cock in and out of your sopping cunt. you can only manage choked whimpers and moans as each vicious drive of her hips fills you up to the brim, her thick cock forcing your tight walls to open around her.

she’s wrung so many orgasms from you at this point, your thighs slick and glossy with your own cum. there’s a wet spot on the bed from where it’s trickled down your legs and from when she made you squirt. you don’t even remember how long ago that was. your body feels like a raw nerve—each touch she gives you burns like fire but you just can’t get enough.

“arle, m-more, please—“ you beg, and she scoffs, drawing back until only the tip remains inside before slamming forward, filling you brutally. it forces a howl of pleasure from your throat, and she tightens her grip on your neck.

“tch, such a greedy slut, aren’t you?” she growls, leaning down to whisper the words in your ear. her teeth scrape the shell of your ear and you shiver at the sensation. “always so desperate for a cock to fill you up, hm? was that why you felt the need to throw yourself at those men?”

you whine, doing your best to shake your head, though it’s difficult with the way she’s forcing you down against the sheets. she loosens her grip a little and stills her hips, giving you some respite for a moment.

“no?” she asks, with faux curiousity, and you don’t have to look at her to know that her lip is curled up into a look of disapproval. “are you sure?”

“don’t want theirs,” you manage to gasp out meekly, turning your head to look into her eyes. they’re dark, dangerous, but you find yourself drawn into them all the same. “jus’ want yours.”

arlecchino stills, but then the hand on your nape tightens and she’s shoving you even deeper into the sheets, and rutting into you like never before. her cock bullies your g-spot with each thrust of her hips. she grunts as your cunt tightens even more around her length, and the hand on your hip travels lower to your belly, feeling the way her dick makes your stomach swell ever so slightly before going down to your clit to rub harsh circles on the stiff nub.

“fuck, baby— wanted this cock so bad, hm?” she growls into your ear, “my pretty little whore.”

“y-yours!” you cry, fat tears starting to well in your eyes as your brain turns to mush in your skull with each drive of arlecchino’s hips. her front slaps against your ass, the sound of skin against skin ringing out around the room. anyone unfortunate enough to be walking by would surely know what was happening.

arlecchino grins at the sight of your glossy eyes, and in a brief moment of affection presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “shh, baby, just take it, yeah? such a good whore for me.”

you sink your teeth into the sheets below you, feeling the coil in your core wind tighter and tighter. arlecchino grunts above you, her relentless rhythm faltering, and you know she’s close. broken pleas for more and of her name slip from your lips, and it makes her shudder, jaw clenching.

“you’re mine, sweet thing,” she snarls, ghosting her teeth along the slope of your shoulder. “mine, only mine. ‘m gonna mark you from the inside with my cum, breed you full of my baby, hm?”

the thought flashes across your mind like a lightning bolt—a vision of yourself round and swollen with her child—and the coil in your core snaps. you cum with a scream, cunt clenching so tightly you nearly force arlecchino out as you squirt for a second time. arlecchino hisses, hips stuttering before she plants herself as deep as she can go and spills into you. you feel her release fill up ever corner of your cunt and even press against your womb.

you must have blacked out because when you come to again, you’re lying on your side with arlecchino next to you, panting, still buried balls-deep inside you. she presses soft kisses against the back of your neck, while her hand strokes your belly, over the bulge she forms in your stomach.

anon i held off on answering this because i wanted to try and wait for more of her leaks to drop but i’m so down horrendous and in heat for this fox woman it’s so crazy i simply can’t stfu anymore. anyway feixiao in rut is a menace, all teeth and a firm grip on whichever part of your body makes it easier for her to pull you back onto her cock.

as a general she’s evidently incredibly strong, also helped by the fact she frequently hits the gym. all that means is that it’s truly no problem for her to lift or manhandle you in any way she likes, be it fucking you midair or against a wall, where she’s the only thing keeping you upright, or on the bed where she’s moving you up and down her cock like you’re her own personal fucktoy. her voice turns lower and all growly in her rut, and her scent grows stronger, sandalwood and spice and earth. she scents you obsessively, always taking your wrists and lightly nipping at them or pressing her own against the column of your neck so your scents can mingle and settle. god, she gets so greedy for you, so needy, her words slurring together as she fucks you with languid, deep strokes that have you pushing up against the bed with each thrust, the corners of the bedsheet coming free. she’s obsessed with the way you squeeze around her so perfectly, so warm and tight and welcoming to the point that some part of her delirious rut-brain doesn’t ever want to leave.

and oh, when she finally knots you… it takes some effort, namely her teeth in the junction of your shoulder and neck, right above the mating bite she gave you. she renews it every rut, fangs sinking into your soft skin, breaking it ever so slightly until she tastes the hint of copper on her tongue. the way you howl in pleasure as she bites, your foggy omega brain delighted at the claim, has her hips stuttering and jumping, a strangled groan rumbling deep in her throat. you slacken reflexively beneath her, and feixiao doesn’t have to look at your face to know your eyes have rolled so far back into your skull that only the whites are visible. with a final roll of her hips she slips her thick knot into you, your lower lips sealing around her base and holding her tight inside your cunt, inner walls squeezing and clamping around her dick until she cums with a low whine, vision going white as she breeds you full. her knot doesn’t go down for hours afterward, keeping both of you joined together.

also yesssss she’s such a fake idgafer but among fake idgafers she’s the best at fake idgafing. her poker face is INSANE but alas… other parts of her body aren’t as good at concealing her feelings. when she’s in her “waiting mode” (wow wonder where lynette picked that up from) she does definitely let her thoughts wander, esp if her beloved is in sight 🙂‍↕️ it’ll start off innocent enough, thinking how pretty they are or how lovely they look and then— and then they start turning a little more heated. you look lovely but oh, how much lovelier you’d look sat bare on her lap, her hands on the plush of your waist, guiding the shift and sway of your hips—

by the time she snaps out of it she’s painfully hard under her crossed legs. definitely lets out a choked off noise when you innocently do take your seat in her lap—as is your, frankly, divine right to do so—but she won’t push if you’re in public or you’re clearly focused on something else and not quite in the mood for anything more. but if you are, well. she’ll take the initiative to get you to lean back against her, then with a gentle yet firm touch, slowly part your legs until your knees bracket the outside of hers, all while she kisses at the nape of your neck and the shell of your ear. she coaxes you open like the most precious bloom in her hands until the press of her bulge rests against your core. you’re still clothed, both of you, but archons, fuck—

you can feel her. all of her. and she knows you can, because she lets out the softest, most breathless little laugh in your ear because of it. but it’s tinged with just the slightest hint of need, because really, she’s just as affected as you are.

SEE OKAY here’s my thesis of it all. alpha!feixiao very much dom tops omega!reader and omega!lingsha, INDIVIDUALLY. however if she’s dealing with TWO omegas at the same time she becomes a complete sub, either top or bottom. i know that sounds insane BUT two demanding, needy omegas is a lot for a girlie to handle and if one’s riding her face and the other is sucking her off or riding her dick stupid then she’s gonna lose a few braincells yk?

at that point feifei just becomes an alpha you and lingsha share and boss around and it turns her on more than she ever thought possible. she barely has enough time to breathe after slipping out of lingsha having knotted her for the past half hour before you push her flat on her back and start riding her. she’s trembling, hips stuttering unevenly unsure if she wants to chase the stimulation or run from it. whines and strangled groans fall freely from her lips until lingsha shifts over to swallow them all in a greedy, needy kiss, taking one of feixiao’s hands on your hips to slide between her legs. the poor general can only make a strained noise when she feels her own cum drip out of the healer onto her fingers, and lingsha mewls in satisfaction as those same fingers push it all back in. feixiao cums pretty much immediately when her knot slips inside you, whimpering, and the sound makes both you and lingsha shudder. the two of you press kisses to her neck, then bite, and you keen, pleased, at the extra spurt of cum that feixiao shoots into you at the sensation. she’d also noticeably twitch inside you if you and lingsha start making out. as a bonus if you and lingsha suck her off together… lingsha bobbing her head on the tip while you kiss and lick at her base she literally turns into the subbiest bottom to ever bottom no i don’t take criticism

oh good heavens… the moment feixiao steps into the house and is bombarded with your heat-scent, thick and cloying as molasses, she’s instantly fishing her phone out of her pocket to fire off a quick text to her retainers, saying she’ll be indisposed for the next two or three days. after that, she’s beelining to your bedroom, nearly panting as the scent of your pure need coats the inside of her throat and lungs with each breath. aeons, she isn’t even in the room yet and her cock is already straining against her shorts.

she’d be a little embarassed, if you weren’t the exact same when she nearly kicks down the bedroom door. feixiao’s fangs ache when she sees you, curled up in bed, bare as the day you were born with only a spare coat of hers clutched tightly in your hand. the other is buried between your legs where your thighs are painted with your own slick, glossy against your skin as it drips onto the sheets. a ruddy flush has settled almost permanently on your body, from your neck down to your chest. you whine as she steps closer, no doubt smelling her own scent now hot and heavy with her own need. you release her spare coat in favor of grabbing directly at her, fingers winding in the fabric of her qipao as you tug her down, desperate babbles spilling from your lips nearly bitten raw.

please, you whisper, hoarse and needy, please, fei, need you, please it hurts, hurts so bad—

she shushes you with a soft coo then catches your lips in a gentle kiss. she draws the hand buried between your thighs that had been hopelessly drawing circles on your stiff clit, and laces her fingers with it. your slick is warm on her already heated skin. it webs between her fingers like threads of glossy silk, smearing over her palm until it’s shiny. aeons, she needs to be inside you, feel it coating her cock instead—

—but she restrains herself, swallows thickly, and uses her other hand to replace your own. you throw your head back, exposing the damp column of your neck as a breathy moan escapes you. your lashes flutter, wetting your already tear-streaked cheeks with fresh tears. you’re tight around her fingers, just the two she has up to the knuckle inside you. her fingertips massage your inner walls, their movement creating obscenely wet noises that echo around the room and reverberate in her ears. feixiao kisses the corner of your mouth as you arch your back and cum with a sob of pure relief, your free hand clawing into her broad back. she makes you cum once more, then again, before switching out her fingers for her mouth.

she eats you—or rather, drinks you like she needs you to survive. her tongue laps at your soaked labia, shivering as the taste of you blooms on her tastebuds. she sucks on the soft flesh, lips smacking before using her tongue to part them. she kitten licks at the tender, blush-pink skin, soft under her ministrations. her chin is smeared with gossamer slick. her fingers dig into the plush of your thighs, marking them with delicate crescents. she groans right into your cunt as your fingers tangle in her long, platinum hair, blunt nails scratching at her scalp by the base of her ears. and she moans when she plunges her tongue into your willing and wanting entrance, more of your taste spilling into her willing and wanting mouth. she noses against your pussy, inhaling the scent of you as you cream so prettily. the cloying sweetness coats her throat and lines the walls of her lungs as she breathes in, diffusing into her bloodstream and setting her veins on fire with need. she tongue-fucks you almost ruthlessly until you’re squirting all over her face, utterly brain-dead and messy with your orgasm, and even then—even then she isn’t done. her hands trail down the softness of your thighs to the curve of your ass, then she’s lifting; up and up and into her greedy mouth. she throws your knees over her shoulders, vaguely aware of the way your legs kick out. her cock—still clothed—presses against the small of your back in this position. she doubles her efforts this time around, alternating between sucking on the painfully hard nub of your clit and fucking her tongue deep into your slick hole. she bobs her head almost as if she’s blowing you, making a complete and utter mess but neither of you are in any real headspace to care. you cum again, predictably, with a howl of her name, heels digging into her back and pulling her impossibly closer still.

it’s only then, once she’s satiated her hunger for your taste, does she finally give you her cock. she slips in with no resistance at all, your entrance needily sucking her in. her body molds against yours as she takes you flat on your back, your legs rising to lock your ankles around her lower back. it’s a little basic, but feixiao prefers to take you this way for the first few hours after your heat begins, when the haze in your brain is the thickest. like this, she can kiss you whenever she wants, and watch the way your expressions blossom in ones of pure pleasure and relief—pleasure and relief that she gives you. she is less harsh with her cock, fucking you slowly but deeply, ensuring you feel every ridge and vein against your fluttering walls. her teeth worry the mating bite on your shoulder, tongue lapping at the skin there as if trying to taste the scent that bleeds from it. her hips meet yours with a wet smack with each languid drive.

you whimper and whine into her ear—feels good, ‘s good, don’t stop, don’t stop—and she rumbles low in her throat in response. you feel like velvet around her, so warm and tight that feixiao might never want to leave. the way you squeeze her has her groaning into your sweat-slicked shoulder, her breathing turning into ragged pants. she can feel the base of her cock swell; her knot forming rapidly as her balls tighten. and you must feel it too, the way she twitches inside you, because you lift your arms to wrap around her back, tugging her down into your chest, close enough as if you want to feel her heartbeat against yours. your hands cradle the back of her head as you kiss her, sweet as honey, breathing your need into her mouth. she swallows greedily, desperately, letting it settle low in her gut and making her buck her hips a little harsher.

knot me, please— please, feixiao, alpha, please—

and for all her strength as arbiter-general, chosen of lan, hunter of hunters, and merlin’s claw, she is nowhere strong enough to ever deny anything you ask of her. she bites down on your shoulder, fangs breaking skin, and pushes her knot into you with a slick pop. there’s no stopping it, then. she swells inside you, locking wholly and truly within you, and cums until she feels dizzy. her hips stutter and jerk, as best as they can with how her knot keeps her in place, and she fucks her seed deeper into you. you keen in response, clenching down around her, milking her dry as she fills you up with each stroke. a frothy ring of white forms around her base, and she feels another spurt of cum shoot from her tip at the sight. your heat starts to soothe as her cum paints your walls, the raging, angry fire dimming down into a gentle warmth emanating from your abdomen.