#straptember

“Would you like to try as well, Captain?” Sylus drawled as you entered your cabin, frozen on the spot as you watched his cock plunging in and out of Rafayel who was face down on your sheets, gripping them and whining as the ship rocked back and forth.

You had been tasked by your ruler to hunt down rogue Wanderers on the deep sea and sabotage any enemy vessels or steal their relics if need be and you had thought of no one better to join you than some of your closest friends and the two rogue Wanderers you had grown fond of aboard your ship The Unicorn. Rafayel had been trailing your ship for weeks underwater, a giant shadowy figure in the depths that had your entire crew nervous and prepared to attack. You nearly had, until he had emerged as a strange half human, half fish in a whirlpool and warned you and the crew of three enemy ships approaching before taking them down. He had injured himself in the process and you had taken him aboard when a dragon had landed on the bow of your ship, growling in warning about his mate. Sylus, as you learned his name was, had also been trailing your ship from above for whatever reason you had yet to learn, and had ingratiated himself as your relic keeper and appraiser on the ship while Rafayel painted your adventures. Caleb, your first mate and navigator, often found in the crow’s nest had fought against having them onboard while Zayne, the ship medic, did not seem to care. You had caught Xavier, who defected from the royal army to join you, and handled the ship’s weapons and cargo, trying to throw them both overboard several times.

But here you were, Captain of The Unicorn, with the Legendary Wanderers known as the Terrors of the Skies and Seas fornicating in your bed.

“This explains the storm. Any reason you two are in my quarters when I have given you your own and turned a blind eye to the treasures you have been hiding away in your little nest in there?” You drawled, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow as Sylus didn’t even have the decency to stop pounding into Rafayel who was whimpering and looking at you with teary eyes and a flushed face.

“Because I thought that you might like to punish him as well. Our little fish had swam off on his own and has become… rather ill.” Sylus said, his wings flaring out as his draconic tail swished under the black toga he wore in his more humanoid form, a gladiator’s golden pauldron on his left shoulder.

You rushed over in alarm, pushing back Rafayel’s long, sweaty tresses back as shimmering blue scales appeared on his cheeks. No member of your crew would suffer.

“I am alright, just… hot…” Rafayel mumbled with embarrassment, cheeks red as he turned slightly from you and let out a cry.

“Yes, tell our dear Captain how you foolishly coated yourself into aphrodisiac anemones to lure them to our bed but could not stand it and begged me to fill you.” Sylus said as heat grew in your abdomen.

“You two are mates, why would you want me in your bed? Out of obligation? To repay me? I don’t want that.” You spat, even if it hurt to deny the strange connection you felt with them.

“Perhaps you are our mate as well… have you not wondered why we followed you for so long? We were waiting for the right time, but someone was impatient. Yes, Darling, hold on.” Sylus grunted, pulling Rafayel up by his arms with one hand to deepen his thrusts and stroke Rafayel’s long slender cock that had a strange light blue hue at the leaking tapered tip. You found that you could not avert your eyes nor could you find words.

As Rafayel came, thunder cracked and his cries echoed with a haunting tune in your cabin. Sylus did not slow his thrusts and you watched as Rafayel’s cock twitched and hardened once more.

“Well, must I ask you again? Would you like to try? We found quite the fun looking toy in your chest, isn’t that right?” Sylus crooned, biting Rafayel’s neck as he nodded and you felt yourself throbbing.

You knew what they had found. You had won it in a card game at one of the secret pirate taverns you frequented, The Nest.

You pressed your lips together, biting them. This would be crossing a line. You couldn’t exactly abandon these two powerful Wanderers the next time you went ashore. There would be no coming back from this, but you were a Captain for a reason.

“Are you both sure?” You asked hesitantly and Rafayel panted and whined.

“Yes, please. Want you. Have for a long time after I was chained. Need you both.” Rafayel sobbed and you sucked in a shaky breath as you saw his toned stomach bulge from the force of Sylus’ thrusts.

“Oh, yes, Dear Captain. Now come here and let me taste you.” Sylus said, tail curling around you and bringing you to him as he kissed you. You moaned as his tail slid between your legs slithered against your core, each ridge sending a shock of pleasure through you. You pulled back and gave him a warning look as the curled barb threatened to hook into your coat and shred it to pieces. You had worked hard for it and it was your favorite.

Rafayel gave a desperate whine as you stepped back to avoid Sylus’ tail and you bent down to kiss softly, before disrobing, shivering under the heated, hungry gazes of both. You swayed over to your chest, naked as the ship rocked amongst the waves and pulled out what they had discovered. A golden phallus was nestled against buttery leather straps that would sit over your hips, another strap running under you and buckling in the back.

“Allow me.” Sylus said, suddenly appearing next to you in a swirl of red mist as Rafayel trembled on the bed.

Sylus took the device, helping you into it as he nipped and sucked at your inner thighs, before buckling it around you. He swiped two fingers under the strap that ran between your legs, rubbing the throbbing wetness there and teasing you as you moaned before withdrawing them and licking his fingers.

Rafayel keened, watching the two of you as he stroked his cock frantically and shoved two of his own fingers in his hole.

“So needy. One might not be enough.” Sylus said with a dark laugh as he guided you to the bed, tail snatching the vial of oil you kept in your bedside drawer on the way. He dripped the oil on the golden cock and rubbed it down as you watched, feeling yourself clench and throb.

Rafayel moaned as Sylus guided the cock into Rafayel’s slick hole and you let out a moan of your own as you watched the cock slowly disappear into Rafayel.

“Will you make him feel good? Yes, no, maybe so? This is supposed to be a punishment after all.” Sylus whispered in your ear, kissing your neck as he gripped your hips pulling them back and then thrusting them forward, causing you and Rafayel to cry out.

You whimpered as his tail slipped against you again, the hard ridges rolling against your core as you bucked into Rafayel who dragged you into a desperate kiss. Rafayel’s cock was trapped between you as you fell on him, thrusting deeper into him to hear more of his melodic moans, wanting to make him feel better.

Your hips stuttered as Sylus trailed hot kisses down your spine until his hot breath was at your dripping center. Two fingers plunged into you as he lapped at you while you ground into Rafayel, helpless to do anything else. Rafayel shook and sobbed as you wrapped a hand around his cock, rocking back and forth against Sylus’s face and into Rafayel’s greedy hole. He arched his back and came, his eyes a swirl of desperate colors as your thighs trembled and you shook, clenching on Sylus’ tongue. Sylus gave a pleased purr before retreating, pushing your hips forward once more.

“Stay. Our brave Captain can help me give him one more orgasm, can’t you?” Sylus murmured, kissing you as you nodded before he leaned down to kiss Rafayel, settling under him. Rafayel writhed as you held him steady while Sylus slipped his thick, ridged, and veiny cock in alongside your faux phallus. You pressed down on the bulge that appeared on Rafayel’s lower abdomen, Rafayel crying out as more scales appeared on him. Sylus gave you a hungry look over Rafayel’s shoulder before crossing his arms over Rafayel’s chest and bracing his feet on the bed, lifting Rafayel up as you scrambled to your knees, gripping his hips to anchor him. When one of you would pull out, the other would slam in, a brutal quickness growing between the three of you as the cabin creaked and groaned.

You gasped and whimpered as the curved barbed of Sylus’ tail, covered in oil from the smashed bottle on the floor, rubbed against you before slipping into your hole. You clenched around the intrusion stretching you, the dull ache from the straps and his earlier ministrations returning as you thrust deeper into Rafayel and rode Sylus’ tail. You leaned forward as best you could, Sylus’ tail helping to lift you slightly as you kissed Rafayel and then Sylus, grabbing at their nipples as you all became a writhing mess. Rafayel’s moans grew into a frenzied song until he was thrashing between the two of you and coming with a loud yell. You whimpered, burying your face in his chest as you stopped thrusting, hilted in him and rode against Sylus’ tail, the two of them whispering praises until you two were cumming. Sylus roared, his wings flaring out as he spilled into Rafayel, his cum dripping over and out of Rafayel’s hole onto your bedding.

Rafayel shuddered, stroking your back as Sylus kissed him and you struggled to catch your breath, sore but satiated.

“You two owe me new bedding.” You mumbled as Rafayel laughed and kissed your head.

“Just come to our nest, My Dear Bodyguard.” Rafayel said as you gave him a half hearted glare and flicked him.

“That’s Captain to you and I’m not done with you yet. There’s still that punishment.” You said as Sylus chuckled.

“Yo Ho then. Anchors away, Captain.”

“What is that?” His beautiful mate asked with curiosity and Rhys struggled to blink through his sex haze as his eyes followed hers beneath one of the couches and… oh… oh no.

Mor!

How many times has he informed his cousin to take her belongings with her when she left the cabin?

He let out a groan and Feyre let out a light laugh, warmth trickling through their mating bond as she smiled and kissed his chest.

“Should I not have asked?” She asked with a wry little smirk, eyes a bit hesitant. He kissed the hesitance away before letting his head fall back against the wooden floor with a dull thud.

“It’s one of Mor’s toys she left behind.” He admitted in a low voice as she hummed, reaching over him to pick it up and hold it to the firelight as he tried not to inwardly cringe.

“A toy? How exactly does she play with it?” Feyre asked, furrowing her brow and examining the solid gold phallus with the black leather harness.

At least his cousin has taste as Rhysand admired the star engravings in the phallus. Does she make terrible puns with her bed partners like ‘do you want to see the stars’?

“How do you think she does?” Rhys purred, curious if Feyre would fall for the bait, if she would suggest taking him. The mating bond was still humming strong between them and his beautiful and beloved mate, his eternal stars, would certainly be better than her.

Feyre gave him a look before fastening the harness around her hips, her lips forming a small ‘o’ when she realized, staring down at the golden phallus, what Mor used it for. She gave Rhys a wicked, excited grin as he gave her a slow indulgent smile.

Yes. I trust you, and I’m always eager to learn what sparks your interest, Feyre darling. Rhys whispered in her mind, arousal and excitement simmering in his gut as she stood, holding out a hand to him as he blinked back tears at his strong, brave, but so tender, so good mate holding out her hand to him.

Hush, love. I will not take you here. You deserve to be taken apart carefully and put back together again like you have me. I will not be like her.

Never! He spat vehemently, taking her hand and pulling her close, ignoring the curving protrusion against his abdomen as he kissed her deeply and let her lead him to the bedroom they had first made love in.

The candles flickered to life in the room and he could not be prouder as he took in his mate, shining with power, laying him down gently and crawling towards him. Her hair fell in a curtain around him, the golden brown of trees in sunlight, a comforting warmth unlike that wretched red color as she pressed her head to his and looked in his eyes, twining their fingers together.

“Hello.” She whispered softly and so full of love with a soft smile that Rhys’ eyes burned.

“Hello.” He said with a rough voice and slightly wobbly smile, caressing her cheek.

After so many years, he found her.

His mate. His High Lady. His friend. His lover.

She meant so much to him, words were not nearly enough.

And just what is my High Lord thinking about so intently? Are you nervous? I will be as gentle as you were with me.

I know you will, my High Lady. I am thinking of how much I love you.

Sap. My big Illyrian Baby. I half wish we were at the Moonstone Palace.

Is that so? Why?

So I could take you on every surface there, including the floor where I threw my shoe at you.

Rhys giggled, hiding his smile in her neck and marveling at just how far they have come.

Oh? And what of the townhouse?

There too of course, in our home. The place where I began to feel myself again. And the House of Wind perhaps too. With my own collection, of course.

Of course. I will buy you one in every color. You still owe me a visit to the shop with lacy unmentionables.

Feyre pulled him back gently for a kiss, lips curved in a smile against his as she stroked his hair and giddy excitement coursed through the bond.

So how do I… Feyre trailed off in his mind, curious as he grinned and sent her a series of images.

You have experience with things… there? No jealousy burned through the bond at some of the explicit images Rhys had sent of what occurred in his youth, only curiosity as he snorted to himself. He was loathed to mention another male in their bed, particularly with this, but Tamlin could never.

Yes, we dreamers won’t deprive ourselves of finding new methods of pleasure.

Feyre grinned and Rhys winnowed a vial of oil into her hand as she slid down and began kissing his chest. He let out a groan of pleasure as she stroked his fully hardened cock and suckled at the head looking up at him through her lashes as she moaned around him. She worked down his shaft and continued stroking him with one hand as he simply watched, drinking her in and letting her take control. She pried off the cork to the oil with her sharp teeth and clumsily poured it onto her free hand, coating her fingers.

Sorry!

I don’t care about the mess, Feyre darling.

He rather welcomed the mess she would make of him.

She gave him a fond huff and eyeroll at his little smirk, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to the bottom of his shaft as she pressed a slick finger into him. He hissed, thankful for her mercifully blunt nails as she watched him, hand on the bond between them. Amarantha had never offered him any care, only humiliation.

He sucked in a breath, getting used to his mate’s finger in him as she slowly pumped it in and out of him like she had seen in the visions he had sent her. She leaned up to take his cock in her mouth once more, adding a second finger and pressing down in just the right- he cried out, back bowing and wings snapping out as she looked up at him with wide eyes, probing the bond to see if she had hurt him. He sent reassurance down the bond, trying to relay some of what he had felt to her as she pulled off with a wet pop.

“Oh.” She said breathlessly before getting a feral little smirk and just this once Rhys did not mind being hunted and pushed to his limits as she hit the spot over and over again before he was gripping the base of his cock to not cum so soon and encouraging her to add a third finger. She did and his wings rustled impatiently against the bed.

Feyre, please, darling. Rhys groaned in her mind, desperately needing her closer as she panted and nodded, using what was left of the oil to smear it down the golden phallus in her hand, her thighs beautifully slick and shining in the candlelight already. He was pleased she was enjoying this as much as he was already as she bent over him and guided the cock into him, not dissimilar to their first, frantic cuddling. Rhys gasped and pulled her in for a kiss, wings wrapping around her as she fully hilted herself within him. She rolled her hips experimentally, letting out a low moan when Rhys let her feel the sensations through the bond. Together they moved as one, Rhys growling playfully when she began thrusting into him while stroking his cock and reaching up to caress his wings.

Well, two can play at that, darling, and he would never deprive his mate and High Lady of any pleasure.

He gathered his power using it to slide up her thighs, curling and flicking against her poor abused bundle of nerves at her apex, another branch rushing into her soaking wet cunt as she whined, high pitched and needy. He panted, concentrating on bringing her to completion first as he caressed her breasts and sucked at her neck, whispering filth between their minds on how good he felt and- Cauldron, he was not going to last any longer if she kept running her fingers on his wings and, he smirked, triumphant as she shuddered above him, bursting into starlight and blinding him with her love and beauty as nothing but pleasure coursed through the bond until he too was cumming hard, bucking in her hold and spraying on his chest.

They lay in each other’s embrace, his wings cocooning them and hiding them from the glow of the moon through the cabin windows, safe between these walls, and Rhys couldn’t wait for what his mate had in store for him next.

“He’s like a brooding chicken guarding his eggs.” You commented, arms crossed as you watched the draconic wanderer turned man full on hiss at Zayne who had knocked on his cabin door, offering a tray full of food.

Beside you, Rafayel snorted.

“No. That will be me soon, guarding our eggs. He is just in a rut. I recommend we make shore soon, Captain, as he is quite literally clawing the walls.” Rafayel said with a grin as your eyes widened when you heard Sylus’ talons indeed scraping against the wooden hull of your ship.

“Oi! Don’t sink us you brooding bastard!” You called, rolling your eyes at his answering growl.

“I wouldn’t let you drown, Captain Cutie.” Rafayel said, pulling you close and kissing the side of your head just under your hat.

“How gracious. I’m sure you would not extend the same courtesy to your other shipmates.” You drawled and Rafayel shrugged and went to go to the cabin.

“Join us soon, yeah?” He asked with a boyish grin as you let out a sigh.

A dragon in a rut, on your ship?

What was your life?

At least this explained all the missing blankets and pillows from your room, and why every single shining thing had made its way into Sylus’ room, aside from Caleb’s metallic arm (not for lack of trying though).

You made your way up to the bow of the ship to address the rest of your crew.

“When we dock at Port Linkon tomorrow, I need you all to stay ashore for a few days. Captain’s orders. I will be fine.” You said as Zayne, Xavier, and Caleb gave you unimpressed looks.

“Are you sure the ship will be far enough away, in case of any -” Zayne started to say before your crew froze as Sylus appeared behind you in a swirl of mist, looking half mad, wings flaring out behind him.

“I’ll be taking them, now. I will bring our dear captain back in one piece when we are finished.” Sylus said and before anyone could protest, shifted into a large black dragon, scooping you gently in his maw and flying off.

“Sylus! I was going to help you! I wanted to get you a few things at the port to add to your nest.” You protested, shoving against his maw as the wind whipped around you and you tried not to grow too hot and needy once you realized how large his tongue could be.

How would it feel inside of you?

And I appreciate that, my little mate, more than you know, but I am going mad with need. Sylus said into your mind and you shivered as he began to descend and swoop into a cave on the shore.

The cavern held a glittering grotto, strange purple crystals glowing and humming above you as Sylus landed on a pile of gold and deposited you gently. The water began churning in front of you and your eyes widened as a large blue and purple sea serpent reared its head from the water behind you. You had not seen Rafayel in this form in quite some time and you were finding yourself even more aroused.

Rafayel shimmered and shifted into his more humanoid form with beautiful, long flowing hair, the fluke of his large tail appearing behind him as he swam up to you with half lidded eyes.

“Oh Captain my Captain, our poor dragon is in a rut. You will help him won’t you?” Rafayel sang in a captivating voice, your nipples peaking as you nodded. He did not need a siren song for this, you would do it gladly, but you suspected he was somehow preparing the two of you.

Sylus let out a pleased purr, still in his draconic form and nudged a glittering object from his pile towards you. You took the golden phallus, looking up at him with wide eyes.

You were always up for a challenge, but you had no idea how you would be able to take him in his dragon form. You certainly were not tall enough. Perhaps if you stood on the gold pile or Rafayel created some sort of current.

You looked up at Sylus as he snorted before laughing.

After seeing you take my mate, I was curious.

Seeing the visible stress and wariness he let out another laugh before shifting to his more humanoid form and you let out a breath of relief. Rafayel came up behind you, kissing your neck as water dripped around you.

“It was unfair you got to taste them while I did not.” Rafayel said with darkened eyes and a low drawl as he settled you into the pile of gold as if it were a throne and began divesting you of your clothing.

“Had you not been so mischievous and impatient you would have been able to taste them. It was meant to be a punishment.” Sylus drawled, slinking around the pile as his tail swished and Rafayel rolled his eyes before nipping at your inner thighs.

“Please, as if you are patient now and not driven mad by lust and instinct.” Rafayel said as Sylus growled in warning, wings spreading wide. You moaned as Sylus lifted Rafayel by his hips, burying his face between Rafayel’s plump cheeks, Rafayel crying out against you. The vibrations drove you mad with his licks and siren-esque cries as slick sounds echoed in the cavern. As Rafayel gripped your thighs and swirled his long, inhuman tongue around you, giving muffled cries of pleasure from Sylus’ own ministrations, you felt your climax begin to crest. The coins slid down around you and with a clever flick of Rafayel’s tongue, you were cumming with a cry.

Rafayel whimpering, sliding forward onto your stomach and looking up at you with teary eyes as Sylus hungrily growled, his eyes glowing red slits over Rafayel’s buttocks as he locked eyes with you. He set Rafayel down, stretching his wings as his two engorged, tapered cocks grew slicker in the strange cavelight.

“Enough. I need more.” He snarled, tail swishing behind him with a low thump as he pinned Rafayel on the pile of gold beside you. Rafayel keened as Sylus bit his neck, his tail returning, the fluke slapping the water with a loud splash before half sinking into the watery depths. You looked on hungrily, rubbing yourself, as you watched Rafayel’s twin cocks emerge from his slick slit.

Rafayel grabbed your hand with a wobbly smile as he guided it to his slit, forcing you to gather some thick jelly-like substance that slicked out of him and made your fingers tingle. You shivered with anticipation and understanding as you stood on wobbly legs to fetch the harness, barely managing to buckle it and situate it with one hand before Sylus’ tail pulled you in. You watched as he sank into Rafayel’s slit with his twin cocks almost becoming one, Rafayel’s rubbing against their abdomen as they writhed.

You whined, kneeling behind Sylus as he rested his tail on your shoulder and you slipped two slick fingers into his hole. Sylus growled in pleasure, head thrown back and talons scraping through the pile of gold to the floor of the cave as it echoed while he pounded into Rafayel and moved on your fingers. You slipped a third in as Sylus gave you a mental feel of what he was feeling and oh, was that some sort of aphrodisiac?

You moaned at the knowledge as Sylus hissed in impatientance, urging you to take him and claim him through your link until you were hastily rubbing what was left of the strange substance onto the faux phallus and sinking into him. The cave became of a cacophony of grunts, cries, and sighs of pleasure as the three of you moved together.

You stroked along Sylus’ wings as you pumped into him, pleased when Sylus let out a desperate keen and flutter, tail forcing you to be even closer to him as Rafayel thrashed, the water churning behind you. You kept stroking his wings in time with your thrusts as you felt tiny electric, pleasure zaps against your core. You panted, looking over at Rafayel who wink and kept flicking his fingers, towards you, electricity dancing around him as if he were a beautiful electric eel. Your core throbbed and tingled as you gave a harsh thrust into Sylus, pulling back on his wings slightly as dark mist permeated the cave now and Sylus came with a loud roar. You looked over to see one of his cocks expanding unnaturally thrice as Rafayel too came with a cry so beautiful tears sprang to your eyes as you reached your peak as well.

You gently pulled out of Sylus who in turn shifted back into his dragon form, staying locked within Rafayel who rubbed his slightly swollen abdomen.

“Three this time?” Rafayel asked in a quiet voice and your breath hitched.

Three eggs? What were you supposed to do with three Wanderer eggs on your ship? What if they hatch! You can’t have little ones running amuck on your ship and your crew was the perfect size as it is.

Sylus purred, finally pulling out of Rafayel and curling around him, his tail dragging you to cuddle against his warm underbelly.

Watch and do not fret, our dear captain.

You watched as Rafayel pressed down on his abdomen, moaning slightly as three rounded black eggs emerged. He shifted so that he was standing on wobbly legs, gathering the black eggs and putting them in a chest that floated up to them before dismissing it and going to cuddle against you.

They will not hatch and are merely a means to satisfy our urges. Mere decoration, so worry not. Now about the gifts you promised me…

You let out a sigh of relief and a laugh.

Life on the sea was never dull and you were curious what these two had planned for you next. Although maybe you should reassure your crew first. The duties of a captain were never ending it seems.

A/N: Shoutout to the lovely readers who requested more and gave me inspiration for the rut! I love interacting with readers in the comments and I promise I don’t bite so please let me if you enjoyed it in the comments/tags!!! Reblogs and likes greatly appreciated!

It was meant to be a friendly wager. One that did not have your dearest friend offering up his life, yet it had turned into something so much more.

You often accompanied him on work trips to dazzle guests with your voice. You were no Robin, nor did you desire to be anything like her, wanting to be free, but your performances were still captivating enough that Aventurine was able to seal quite a few deals during your shows and avoid potential danger, as you would point out who had weapons on them while dancing about the stage. When he asked you to come to Penacony with him, how could you refuse?

The night had been like any other and as you retired to his hotel room that he had booked for the two of you, you noticed tension in his shoulders and his smile more of a brittle imitation than usual. You knew he was meeting with Dr. Ratio tomorrow and Mr. Sunday for some very important business, so what better way to get his mind off of things than testing out your new toy and a game?

“How about a card game?” You suggested, getting out a deck he had gifted you with a beautiful inlay and gold lamination, spreading it on the small table in front of you in the hotel room. He chuckled and leaned in.

“Sure. What are you betting?” He asked with a slow drawl as he got more comfortable in his chair.

“If I win, you submit to me and let me test out my new toy. I promise I will be gentle. If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me for a day of your choosing.” You sang as his neon eyes sharpened with curiosity.

“I wondered what you got in the Golden Hour you were so giddy about and where you had disappeared to in that back alley. Never would have thought The Family would have such merchandise floating around. Jade will be interested in the implications.” He said and you shrugged.

It might not have been completely legal, but it definitely called to you with its beautiful golden splendor and sleek design.

“So, are you in? Don’t tell me you are afraid of a friendly wager now, Golden Boy.” You said and he grinned, leaning back in his chair.

“And what if I win and make you sing for me all day, hmmm?” He teased and you laughed.

“I would do that anyway, silly, for my best and favorite patron.” You said, giddy and elated as he took the deck from you, shuffling it and dealing out the cards. The two of you played an old, complicated game Aventurine had once taught you when you first became friends and when all was said and done, you finally won.

You narrowed your eyes slightly at him as he shrugged and showed his losing hand, wondering if he had thrown the game and what exactly that could mean for the two of you and how the night would go. You watched as he stood and took off his prized jacket, carefully folding it and laying it atop the dresser before he sat on the edge of the shell and crossed his legs, giving you an indulgent smirk.

“Well? I’m waiting.” He drawled and although you were a little suspicious, you were also very, very excited.

Not only would you get to try your new toy and have some fun, hopefully while spoiling and pampering Aventurine in a way he hardly ever allowed, you could also give him a distraction and peace of mind for what was to come tomorrow. It was a rare occasion when he let down his guard even slightly, no matter how close the two of you were, and you intended to make the most of every moment.

You practically skipped over to your bag, pulling out the object you had spent far too many credits on in both acquiring and bringing out of the Dreamscape. You wondered if you could convince Aventurine to get a memory record of this night as you presented it to him with a ‘ta-da!’ and he gave it an appreciative hum. Doubt began to creep in as he showed no hint of his true desire behind his alluring neon eyes.

Was this simply holding up his end of the wager? Were you another deal he would have to detach himself from? He never mentioned his past, but you do not become a Stoneheart without great achievements and ambitions.

He huffed a bit with a fond smile as he stood and tapped your nose before drawing you into a kiss, causing you to squeak. You had of course kissed each other a few times when you were both drunk and safe in a room, but now?

You melted a bit, looking at him in a daze as he gave a pleased smile.

“I promise I am quite eager to test your new toy as well, so stop thinking so much. I wouldn’t have thrown the game otherwise.” He said and you gave him a look, holding up a finger.

“I knew it!” You crowed as he laughed and kissed your neck, slowly removing your clothes.

“I found this to be a far better prize.” He said simply, holding you close as he walked backwards and took his place on the shell once more, regarding you with a fond expression. You wish this stupid hotel room had a better bed to lay him on rather than this dream contraption, but you certainly weren’t going to take him on the floor. You knelt, removing his clothes and smattering him with kisses and soft touches as you did until he was bare before you. He reminded you of an old oil painting you once saw on a far away planet of a goddess and a sea shell, although he was far more beautiful.

And he was yours for the night.

You knelt between his legs, sucking his cock into your mouth as you looked up at him through your lashes, dipping your fingers into the strange thick not quite waters of the Dream Pool. His legs rested on your shoulders as he moaned and lifted his hips up so that you could slip a finger into his hole, stretching him and looking for any signs of discomfort, he squirmed and groaned loudly with what you hoped was sincere approval and you added a second, crooking your fingers. He gasped as you pressed against a bundle of nerves deep within him and his cock twitched in your mouth as you pumped them in an out, pressing against that spot each time. You added a third and his thighs quivered around your head.

“I… thought you wanted to test your new toy.” He panted and you pulled off his cock with a wet pop, taking in his nearly glowing eyes and heaving chest. Really, the cutout on his shirt was such a tease and even if you could not get a recording of this night, you would burn it into your memory forever, the image of Aventurine flustered and needy all because of you.

“You’re usually so patient, waiting for the pay off, I take it you are enjoying yourself?” You asked as you stroked his cock with your free hand, cheek to his thigh as he gave a raspy laugh.

“Yes, I am. I promise. Now about the jackpot…” He said with a wicked smile before mewling as you crooked your fingers in him and held them against that spongy spot.

“Good boy.” You said, pleased when he shuddered at your praise.

You found you could not wait any longer, already throbbing, your core burning. You stood, pressing the base of the golden cock to your center and whimpering in pleasure when it attached itself to you with hundreds of tiny mechanical receptors. It pulsed and hummed, jutting forward as the ridges flared out slightly and gave a mechanical hiss, revealing the glowing aventurine light beneath that had drawn you to it in the first place. The tip leaked an iridescent slickness that you rubbed down the rest of the shaft, gasping when it felt like you were stroking a real cock.

Okay, this was definitely more than worth the obscene amount of credits you spent on it and if anyone tried to take it from you, you were going to fight them, The Family be damned. Aventurine’s gaze sharpened and he spread his legs wider, inviting you in as he leaned back on his elbows in the water. You strode forward, putting his legs around your hips as you guided the cockhead in, breath hitching as the head of the dildo breach his rim and he tightened.

Fuck. Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.

You pressed forward as his mouth opened, his eyes widening until you were hilted. You leaned down, sharing a ragged breath with him before kissing him wildly as he fluttered around the faux cock. You pulled back, both of you whimpering at the dragging sensation before pushing back in, trying to find that bundle of nerves again. It took you a few tries as you stroked his cock and angled your hips this way and that but you gave a triumphant grin when you found it and he arched his back, throwing his head back with a cry. You kissed his neck, whispering praises against his skin as you continued pumping into him, beginning to lose yourself to the pleasure and beautiful sight of him unraveling in your arms. You flicked your wrist on the upstroke of his cock as you pressed deep within him, swiveling your hips and he trembled, cumming all around you and on his chest. Your hips became erratic as his fluttering heat and whispered encouragement in your ears became too much and you came, jerking forward as you knocked him into the water with a splash, cradling his head and kissing him.

You pulled out slowly but he refused to let go of your neck, kissing you tenderly again before grinning.

“Come on now. Another round. On the house.” He said with a wink and you let out an incredulous laugh.

What did the two of you need sleep for tonight anyway?

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You blinked, dildo in one hand and paintbrush in the other as you took in the being before you ringed in hellfire. 

Shit. You must be more drunk than you thought. This could not be any mere incubus. Certainly not any you had summoned before from the ring of Lust to trade tips with, nor was he an imp you sometimes helped out. No, this being was far more regal. 

He gave you a long look, hands curled over his cane until he brightened with excitement when he saw what you were working on. 

“Are those ducks?!?” he said, making a move to exit the summoning circle, only to snarl when he was held back. You hastily bent down to scrape at the edges of the circle, praying the demon did not kill you when he was released. But with the reaction to the ducks, maybe there was hope. 

He stepped out of the circle, making a face as he grabbed the object in your hand to examine it more closely. 

“How did you get them into the silicone?” He asked and you grinned, these were some of your favorite types of pours. 

“It’s an inclusion pour, I get these little teeny tiny ones and add them in while I’m pouring. Completely body safe! This is just a test for myself. I was thinking of making either a bath time or circus themed collection.” You explained and his strange eyes flashed with delight as he smirked. 

“Go with a circus themed. I am curious what you would come up with for the ringleader.” He drawled and you tilted your head, the alcohol leaving you as you realized who was before you. 

The imps had whispered of a ringleader in Hell… And the being before you had a tophat with a golden snake and apple. That could only mean one thing. 

“Lucifer.” You breathed as he bowed. 

“In the flesh. Now tell me how you managed to summon me, and where I am.” He said imperiously and you swallowed. 

“I… I’m not sure how I summoned you. I meant to summon someone from the Lust Ring. I have dealings with them and I wanted to show my newest creation off. As for where you are, you are in my workshop. I own a store or rather, a boutique, you see, called Sinful Delights.” You stuttered as he looked around, picking up some of your recently poured molds and examining harnesses. 

He gave a weary sigh. 

“I wondered when Ozzy had invited me for drinks out of the blue…” He muttered. 

“Send me back.” He said and you grew even more nervous. 

“I don’t know how? Everyone else just leaves when they are summoned, My Lord.” You said and he growled. 

“I am going to kill him when I return. He and Bee meddle too much.” Lucifer said before prowling up to you. 

“Fuck me, then.” He said with a smirk and you choked on your spit. 

You were so down and ready but was this truly the king of Hell?!? Was he always like this? The others in your coven were never going to believe this. 

“Unless you are too afraid. Here I thought you were a well prepared expert.” He drawled, gesturing around your workshop with your gadgets and gizmos a plenty. And by that you mean your lovingly handcrafted dildos, grinders, strokers and just about anything else you could make out of silicone and leather. 

Well… he was asking for it. 

Who knew the devil could be a little brat? 

You brandished the glow in the dark ducky dildo at him with a grin. 

“And where would you like me to fuck you, My Lord?” You purred and his grin widened, showing sharp teeth and half lidded eyes. 

“I suppose your bed will do.” He said and you led him to your bedroom, pushing him down gently as he cocked his head and gave you an odd, long look. 

“What? Did I do something wrong? If there is something you don’t like, please tell me.” You stressed, sitting back on your heels and not touching him. Did you accidentally step on his invisible tail or something? 

You shook his head and gave you a lazy smile that did not meet his half lidded eyes. 

“It’s nothing.” He said and you crossed your arms. 

“It’s not nothing to me, I want my partners to be happy. I know it’s not the most orthodox of methods having you in my bed like this, but I still want it to be pleasurable and fun for you.” You said and he softened, squirming a bit. 

“I just… I have not been treated with respect and kindness from humans in a very long while. Most in your position would already be abusing their power and lording it over me.” He finally admitted and you exhaled, cupping his cheek. 

“It might not mean much, but I promise not to hurt you. I will even bind my magic to this promise so that if I violate it, you may take my magic.” You said, wrist briefly glowing with the power of your words and the runes tattooed there. 

He looked at you with wide eyes and you yelped as you felt something coil around your waist, bringing you closer to him as he smirked and kissed you. You moaned around his sinful, clever tongue, rolling against his erection as he burned both of your clothes away, his wings spread out on your bed and devilish horns upon his head. 

You felt even more heat and excitement pooling in your gut as you took him in with wide eyes as he stared at you curiously. 

“Like what you see?” He teased and you nodded, dumbfounded to have the devil in your bed like this. 

“Good, I expect you to take good care of me then and send me off with a bang.” He said, seeming to marvel at the fact you did not seem scared of him in the slightest. You weren’t sure what to say in reply, so you kissed him again, stroking his cock and thumbing the slick, tapered head. He rumbled impatiently and you pulled back, breathless. 

“You’re so beautiful.” You said watching as a flurry of emotions passed through his eyes making you want to push things further. “You’re going to be such a good boy. So perfect.” 

The praise seemed to have the intended effect as he shuddered and whined, his wings flapping against the bed a bit as his tail wrapping around your thigh. You leaned over to your nightstand to grab some lubricant, only to feel a tingling sensation against your pelvis. You looked down to see a brilliant red harness settled around your hips, the dildo shining and in place against you. You pouted. You wanted to take your time opening him up as he smirked at you with a snap of his fingers, golden sparkles emerging from the tips in a shower. 

“No need.” He said, wrapping his legs around your hips and pulling you down as you huffed. 

“Neat trick but patience is a virtue.” You cooed and he snorted. 

“Good thing I have none of those. You should go back to praising me instead of saying silly things.” Lucifer said and you hummed as you pushed the dildo into him carefully, watching for any signs of discomfort and finding none on the embodiment of Pride. 

He took you to the hilt and you rubbed his hips. 

“Look at you, taking me so well  and so powerful even though you are not in your domain.” You said as he lit up and settled more against the mountain of pillows you had on your bed as if it were a throne. 

Perhaps it was because you were a witch with dealings from Hell and your place was steeped in Hell Magic or perhaps it was because he was simply that powerful, but you found you didn’t really care as you tilted your hips and made him cry out, arching beautifully. 

“Fuck, Gorgeous! Won’t you sing for me? Pretty please?” You mumbled, kissing where you could on him as he writhed and moaned, bucking against you. You stroked his cock, determined to give your very best to him, only to cry out yourself as his strange tail lapped against you in long, broad strokes that had you squirming. His talons gently thumbed your nipples as the base of the dildo thrummed against you and you growled, determined to make him cum first which made his eyes glow with delight. You hosted him onto your hips, stroking his cock more and cupping his face. 

“Can I touch your wings? I promise I will be gentle.” You panted as you squirmed against his tail and pounded into him. He gave a slow nod and ever so gently, you rubbed along the bone of one of the wings as you stroked and pounded into him and he was gasping, giving you a slightly panicked look as he came violently, warm in your hands and nearly blinding in his brilliance. He shook as you held him and kissed his head while his tail worked you to completion as you trembled and gave a wordless cry. 

Exhausted and head swimming from the earlier alcohol you laid down as he sat up, shifting to how you first saw him and giving you a warm smile. You watched through fluttering eyes, wondering what kind of magic he had worked on you as he covered you with your blankets before pocketing the dildo and disappearing in a flash. 

You nearly let sleep claim you, chalking it up to a weird dream, until a piece of paper fluttered down on your face. You held up the paper, written on the back of a carnival ticket and smiled. 

Next time, call me and forget Oz’s underlings. 

I look forward to your Ringmaster piece. 

-Lucifer Morningstar 

Well now, you can’t just refuse the King of Hell.