in my tired bitch era

He was in a particularly bad mood today, if you had to guess the voices in his head were arguing again. You felt bad for his subjects, some now had arms and legs in places they shouldnt be.

You had a plan to cheer him up, “My love? Where are you?” He, not surprisingly, ignored you. It took hours for you to find him, the corseted dress you had dragging you down.

You eventually found him in one of the halls, “Deiran!” The mad king whipped around, fury in his red eyes. Then you did it, you slid your dress off, just enough to flash him.

Before you had time to pull your dress back up or even run he was behind you. Pressing against you with a hand under your chin. His mouth right by your ear, “Stirring chaos are we? And when im in such a hateful mood.” His voice was sharp, a cold chill ran down your spine.

His free hand squeezing your freed breast. “Of course I am,” you groaned, “Whats wrong with trying to cheer my husband up?” His hands went down your body, lifting your dress in the back. His cool hand reached for the front of you, realizing you werent wearing any panties. “And what were you planning if this scheme of yours didnt work?”

He pressed against your clit. You took a sharp breath in, “Well . . . If my breasts didnt cheer you up.” You felt two fingers slide in you, pumping slowly. “I figured bending over and showing you everything else would.” His touch was slow, teasing as the sound of your slick filled the hallway.

You tried to get to his pants but when he tisked you you stopped.  You were panting, unable to move. Your knees buckled feeling his hard on against your ass.

“Please,” you said breathily, “I need you.” “Why dont we take this to your bedroom,” he was about to teleport you. “Take me here.” “What would my subject think,” you could tell he was smirking.

A moan escaped you, “Think of what? Us consummating our marriage? Let them think what they want." With that he slid in. The stretch felt wonderful! Deiran held your waist while he thrusted in you.

He grunted with each thrust, making you wetter then you thought possible. His tempo was gentle at first, almost at a maddening pace. Deiran had a way of doing that . . . Driving you mad with small touches like this one.

You tried your best to keep quiet but he was making it so hard. When he felt more greedy he thrusted harder. Abusing your g-spot as he went. You yelped, then moaned louder then you ment to. His fingers went in your mouth. You tasted yourself as you sucked and licked.

His other hand went down, roughly pressing against your clit. Your walls squeezed him, he was aware you were close.

The blonde found a deep spot, making your eyesight spot. You took in a deep breath, muscles clenching as your climax hit you.

The water felt wonderful today! You stood in the ocean, feeling the waved hit you. The smell of salt hitting your nostrils. There was one thing missing . . . You missed your husband. He had gone away for business about a week ago. Of course he was wrapped in his work so the messages and calls were scarce.

Something wrapped around your ankle, you took a deep breath, looking down. Joy filled you, a black and purple tentacle was there! A happy squeal came from you as you turned to him.

“my love your home!” Swiftly the octopus leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. You could taste the salt as you turned your head slightly. Azul broke the kiss before it could get any kind of heat behind it.

He looked over your shoulder, scanning the area. You felt a tenticles wrap around your hips, allowing his suckers to playfully stick to your skin. When it wrapped around twice it dipped down into your bikini. You leaned closer to him, small gasps escaping you. The tip circled your clit before he put a sucker on it.

You were pulled in to deeper waters. The lawyer supporting you as he pleases you. You felt azuls hands grope you. A small hiss escaped you, then you felt a different tendril slide into you. "Ah," you gasped.

His tendril attached and detached from inside you. Your head shot back as his others took action. A few crawled up your legs and back. Moving slowly to mark what was his.

“Azul,” you moaned softly. One had moved its way under your breasts. When your walls clenched he knew you were close. You took in a sharp breath, eyes rolling back. Vision blurred as you climaxed.

Before you could think you were by his side. Lilia tried to grab you before you were swallowed into a black thorned cacoon. Malleus had changed, a victim of magic. “Your going to leave me . . . Just like Lilia.” All you could see was the green flames from his horns and his eyes in the dark. You knew you were in danger, but you weren't scared.

Cautiously you reached for him. You knew you had to find that wand and break it, a distraction would do. "Let me prove to you I wont . . . lean down for me, please?” Malleus paused before his eyes were level with yours. You took a deep breath in before leaning in, brushing your lips against his. In surprise the overbot jolted back. “I guess I miss read you, I'm sorry,” your heart aked. You had a big fat crush on him. Ever since you saw him pouting because he wasn't invited, yet again, to an event.

“You didn't,” his lips crashed into yours. His kiss was intense and hungry as his hands found your head. He tilted his head making the kiss deepen. A short time went by before you started searching. There were no hidden pockets on the cloak . . . Maybe a pocket? When your hand dipped down you felt it! You tried finding the pocket when malleus stopped the kiss. Why'd he stop?

That's when you realized it wasn't the wand! “How bold . . . Seducing a prince, how shameless.” You were pushed face against the wall. Well . . . Your doomed, here lies y/n, she tried and failed, you thought. The sound of your legging and undies being torn filled the room. You assumed he had two by the way it felt when he lined up with you.

“Please be gentle with me,” you whimpered. You felt one being lined up, the other rubbed against the bottom of your bundle of nerves. The air was punched out of you as he bullied his way in you. He thrusted until he was fully unsheathed in you. One of his hands pressed his second against your clit. When he thrusted again you were seeing stars. The pleasure and pain you got from him was overwhelming.

You had forgotten about the wand at the point. Taken over by the pleasure of both your cunt and clit being touched. He was hitting deep. All you could do was scream in pure bliss. It didn't take him long to start thrusting hard in you.

Without warning he sank his teeth into your neck. You went quiet, the sound of him hitting your slick filled the small cacoon. Your whimpered, something forming in your core. You felt him suck the area, feeding off of you while he fucked you. He unlatched from your neck, picking up speed.

That's when you felt it, a hard object near his chest. You couldn't reach it without looking suspicious. “Malleus, my love, “ you groaned inbetween his thrusts. “I want to look you in the eyes when you cum, please.” How could he say no to that? when he pulled out you felt empty.

As soon as you were turned around your leg was lifted to his shoulder. He slid in, deeper then before. Your head shot back. His rhythm was maddening. Your hands touched his neck, down his chest slowly where you took his want, shoving it in your sleeve.

When Jestyn laid eyes on you the atmosphere changed. His usual teasing manor was gone, replaced by horror then anger. Your uniform was torn, bruising on your body. Hair in knots, shaking.

Jestyn immediately called wizzy and the maids. “Your majesty . . . who did this to you?” Your voice was horse from screaming when you gave him the names. The jester was gone in an instant, wizzy giving you a healing potion as the maids washed you.

They put you in a nightgown, it was beautiful, a cream color that went down to your ankles. It was low cut, showing off your clavicle bone and chest. The dress had long bell like sleeves and showed off your back, the cut off being your lower back. It was also somewhat see through.

You were walked to the stage were there was a huge fluffy looking bed waiting for you. The maids tucked you in and you staid there, unable to sleep but comfortable. Soon the red jester appeared, sitting in a chair next to the bed. “The manner has been delt with your majesty.” You scooted over, patting the bed.

Jestyn sat, “My liege, is there something else going on?” “What do you mean,” you avoided eye contact. “One minute your smiling, laughing even reactive, the next your frowning, quiet. Have i done something to affend you?” “Its nothing you did, its me,” Your heart was beating a mile a minute, he deserved an answer.

“I dont know whats going on, its like when I look at you the world feels brighter. When im not here your in my thoughts . . . your smile, your voice, your touch. Then i get scared, I’ve been hurt in the past and i dont think i can handle that again.”

Gently you were boxed in, the marranette above you had a full blush on his face. “I implore you your majesty, tell me more about when your think of me.” You wanted to shrink into the bed, your voice was a whisper. “On a regular basis? I wonder what it feels like to have your arms around me, what your lips feel like. I think about your laugh."

Jestyn kept silent, egging you on, "when the ake feels like to much I wonder how deep your tongue can go, how you spread me out. Or even how you would seduce me.” He took in a sharp breath, taking in everything you said.

The room was silent except your racing heart, “Please say something.”  “Oh . . . my your majesty . . . You dont have to imagine what those things feel like anymore.” With that he leaned down, you thought his lips would be hard but they were soft. Your hands touched his shoulders and chest.

Gently you tilted your head, opening your mouth slightly. Jestyn took the bait, sliding his tongue into your mouth. A small moan escaped you as you tasted him. His hand went down, gently squeezing your breasts.

That's all you needed, slowly you took his hood down, removing his hat and crown. Without breaking the kiss he removed his clothes. Only when you leaned away did he stop. He sat up so you could see him. You looked over him, seeing all of the cracks in his marionette shell, the way his chest and abs were separated. And when you looked down . . . Oh my. . .

"your majesty, I hope the view pleases you," he cued. His hair was so silky smooth looking! You didn't know how you missed it before. "It does," your face was bright red.

The bedding was pushed aside, the man before you looking at your night gown. A small smile appeared on your face when you realized he wasn't soft anymore. What you didn't expect was that he was a grower. His eyes were on your sex. You could tell he didn't know how to ask to continue so you spread your legs.

Your night gown was moved to the side, legs over his shoulders. Jestyn slowly laid at the end of the bed, mouth inches away from your heat. He watched as his tongue entered you. At first it was what you imagined, slick, warm and just sitting about an inch in you.

Then when it inched more . . . you inhaled shakily. Feeling the muscle slide in deeper then you thought possible. Your entrance being stretched by the thicker part of his tongue. You were quiet for several minutes, processing what was happening. Then you reacted, you grabbed the sheets as you screamed in bliss.

The Marinette grabbed your hips to keep you in place gliding his tongue against your walls. He was eating up your reaction. Eyes wild, voice screaming his name, he never knew you could scream without a pause for breath.

Your hands found his hair, yanking slightly. As soon as he made ved you felt the vibration. Your breath gone at the feeling. When his tongue slid back into his mouth you felt his head move up, latching onto your clit.

“Such a good boy,” you cued messing up his hair. The irritated look on his face said it all. The way his eyes glared at you, eyebrows scrunched and his mouth shut tight. You loved seeing this exact expression on his face. The "your pushing it," look before things got interesting.

“Keep it up and ill-.” “Its adorable that you think your in charge,” you rolled your eyes. You had been at this all morning. Talking back and being more disrespectful then normal.

That was it, he took your arms and brought you to the bedroom. The raven haired man sat, forced you into all fours staring at his crotch. You of course tried to get up. He forced you to stay by grabbing your hair. “Oooh so strooong,” you mocked.

He pulled his uniform down, revealing his hard member. “Do I need to force you?” “Me, me me me me," you mocked.

With that he gently pressed your nose shut. When you opened your mouth to breathe he pulling his dick into your mouth. You were forced to stay still as he pumped down your throat.

“Maybe you need something to preoccupy that pretty mouth of yours.” The samurai knew you wouldn't bite down, teasing or otherwise. However, there were other things you could do. You could claw his thighs, fight him a little more, or do nothing. Smirking you went limp, knowing this option would frustrate him the most.

When he realized what you were doing he simply stopped, dick fully unsheathed down your throat. Shugen waited, counting the seconds. Panic set in after about thirty. You tried pulling him out, he allowed you to but kept you looking at his hard on.

Tears fell from your face as you caught your breath. "Are you done," his voice was cold. Oh you over did it, you realized to late. You knodded your head yes before dipping down, taking him down your throat.

With every bob he grunted. You were so wet for him. . . You reached down, when you were about to touch your clit he was already moving. He pulled your hand out, “Absolutely not, a brat doesn't deserve to cum.” You whimpered, the vibration just about sending him over the edge.

“A-are you sure,” the incubus asked, face blushed. He was sitting behind you. You leaned back kissing his chin, “only if your comfortable with it.” His tail wrapped around your thigh, squeezing gently before flipping through his phone.

He pressed play allowing the hentia to go. You didn't really care about the story, but when the girl started moaning as the male character fucked her. Heat hit your core, you wanted to be stretched. You watched for a few minutes

You were already wet and despite him trying to avoid it he was pressing against your back. Knowing how nervous viktor was you made the first move. Snaking your hand into his sweats. You pumped slowly, gently. Hearing him whimper drove you crazy, hearing the slapping sounds and the moaning from the hentia was making your heat crave relief.

“Viktor,” you put his hand in between your thighs, “please.” He realized you weren't wearing panties. Gently he glided a finger against your lips. Collecting some of your wetness. Your hips bucked, slowly he dipped into your heat.

Both of you had been intimate before so he had a general idea of what to do. A single finger slipped in, you sighed. You thumbed his head, “would you like it if I made the same noises and facial expression as the girls you watch?” The purple man paused, face blushing harder then before. You pressed, “Sempie.”

He twitched, you smirked. He turned off the hentia forcing you onto your back. This was the first time he tried to be dominate. He lined up to your entrance, “I do. I know it's kind of cringe.” Gently you pulled him in and kissed him.

With a shy smile he pushed in, “Sempie!” Viktors rhythm was gentle, careful. “oni-chan your making me feel so good,” you exaggerated your moans. After a few good thrusts viktor adjusted different, hitting your g-spot. “Noo not there!”

He kept going, knowing well that you didn't want him to stop. You crossed your eyes, sticking your tongue out as you moaned. “Fuck,” he groaned. He was really into this huh, you thought. “Something's happening Sempie,” you kept going,” somethings building inside of me. It feels so good.”

FUCK, you screamed in your head. He was really in a mood tonight. “Both of you up.” Your walls twitched angrily as you took in a deep breath. Both of you stood, without looking you could tell rook was at attention.

“Rook you can take off the tie off and sit down, wipe your mouth, I can y/n all over you.” You went bright red, eyes looking down. “My dear theres nothing to be embarrassed about . . . Now i want you to sit on him, I want your eyes on me as you do.”

You made sure Rook was lined with you. Slowly your cunt engulfed him. You could hear Rook bunching up the bed sheets. “Open your legs as wide as you can dear.” You did, not moving before being told. “Go on.” As soon as you got the green light you grinded your hips. Rooks eyes rolled back. This was still punishing him . . . he must have really pissed Vil off today.

The french man perfered pleasing over anything else. When you heard rook grunt you squeezed. “Why so quiet rook? Tell me how does she feel?” “Roi De poison, she feels wonderful. Her walls squeeze me so wonderfully. I can feel her passion for me for us.”

Tears welted in your eyes, you were close again. The hunter could feel you squeezing him as you tried to calm yourself. “Please Vil, allow her to feel the passion of our love. Have mercy on her. She is trying so hard to be good for you."

Vil roled his eyes, “Fine, do what you have to.” You felt his hands on your hips as he rutted deep into you. You were barely holding it together. Vil could tell you needed his permission, he nodded giving you the green light.

You already knew what was up when you were called to rooks room. Vil was sitting in a computer desk, rook on the bed. Both your boyfriends looked at you before Rook spoke. “AH mon amore! You are looking radiant as always.” You smiled, walking up, first to vil, “Can i kiss you?” Vil leaned up, his lips near yours, “No.” you inched away instantly, knowing what mood he was in.

“You can give rook a kiss, a small one,” he shooed you off. Oh this was going to be interesting . . . You pecked Rook, smiling at him. “ Take off Rooks outer coat,” Vil sighed. You looked Rook in his green eyes, lovingly as you took it off gently folding it neatly.

“Rook, put a gloved finger in her mouth, Y/n you know what to do.” You loved this part . . . as soon as you could taste the leather you bit down. Knowing he could feel it a little. “Ah trickstar, that hurts a bit.” You slid his glove off, winking at him as you did. “I dont believe I asked you to speak,” Vil looked a bit bored. “Strip, both of you.”

Rook was naked in seconds, while you were about to take off your panties. “Leave them, in fact use your tie to blind fold him.” You didnt want to smash his beautiful bob so you tied it so it wouldnt completely ruin it. “Lead him to the bed, lay down, legs open.”

Gently you lead the hunter to the side of the bed, you plopping down near him. Vil waved his hand to tell you to lay down. You got comfortable, letting your hair pool above you. “Do not remove her underwear, but you may eat.”

Rook found you in seconds, getting on his knees You felt his tongue press against your clothed clit. The feeling of his hot breath on you made you want to scream. You tried desperately to keep your sounds to yourself. After all vil didnt give you permission. “Pull his hair.” You wanked roughly, Rook moaning loudly into you. Your mouth opened, then closed.

Vil tisked, it was at Rook, not you but in this situation that didnt help you at all. This was Rooks punishment, allowed to please you but not allowed to taste you. Both from your heat and his saliva your panties were soaked. The rubbing was starting to hurt, you gave Vil a pleading look. You could tell he was hard.

“Why dont you get on the bed, on all fours, I want to see that back arched. Rook, you may take her underwear off and continue.” You inched onto the bed, flipping yourself onto all fours. You put your arms behind your back, spreading yours legs and arching your back as deep as you could. Rook was on you in seconds, the sound of your underwear being ripped filled the room.

Oh sevens that was . . .hot. . . Feeling his muscular hand rip it off of you. As soon as you felt his slick muscle touch your heat you put your head down in the bed. You wanted to scream, moan . . . something but instead bit your lip. There was a pressure on your ass, you knew it was his nose. You felt humiliated, being posed like that.

“Your awfully quiet y/n,” Vil cued, “Tell rook how good hes making you feel.” He was looking for sentences . . . not noises . . . damn him, you thought. In that instant rook grabbed your thighs, forcing more of his tongue into you. "Rooks ability to eat so precisely and so sloppily at the same time, it's maddening. You grunted, struggling to speak. “He knows exactly whaaat tempo to use and hiiiis timing is always,” you were drooling. “Perfect. And with his nose just slightly prodding my other hole.” You could feel the build up, a knot forming in your belly.

The nib swatted your chest, “you constantly smell of peanut butter and chocolate . . . What was the name of that dessert you like?” The nib slowly circled your breasts. You knew instantly what he was talking about . . . “V-vukeeees,” you struggled to speak with the harness in your mouth. The nib swatted your nipple harshly. Your grabbed at the end of the table.

“Bad . . . Poneys don't speak.” he swatted the other he side this time. You could feel your slick pooling slightly on the table. “I believe they are called buckeyes.” You knodded yes. A sharp pain hit your clit. You grunted, hips shaking slightly. Flap flap flap! It was gentle but the contact had you spiraling. Then he did something you didn't expect. The nib slid against your lips, back up to your clit and back down.

You became a little shy trying to close your legs. When he hit you with it again it was coated in your juices. A whimper escaped your lips, eyes begging him for more.

“Turn around.” You sat up, turning your body so your stomach was on the table. You saw him pick up the butt plug and lube. Soon you felt the cool head against your ass. It slid in, the pressure felt weird, you tensed. Slap! That one was his hand and you knew it would bruise. “You need to relax buckeye, it'll hurt of you don't.”

Slowly you took a deep breath before the air was punched out of your lungs. Ticket taker bullied his way into your heat. The butt plug moving slightly with his thrust. Your hips bucked as you screamed. The rains were pulled, “woa! Easy!”

You took another deep breath before laying completely down on the table. Showing him your full submission. “What a good girl buckeye,” he cued.

You weren't used to his length as he pumped in and out of you. He still held the raines. You groaned. He didn't feel any different from a human, girthier definitely but there weren't any ridges or knots as far as you could feel. When he found a good spot you wailed, walls squeezing him.

Ticket taker was hard to shop for . . . You searched for months . . . Nothing seemed right so you went with something practical . . . A custome fountain pen. The nib of the pen was half black and half silver. The cap was dark blue with a gold outline of his ticket. The pen itself had small cold outlines of his mirrors. The case was also custom, it matched the pens color scheme but on the inside it had an inscription. “Happy birthday bil.”

You wrapped it before meeting up with him. He wasn't a fan of big gesters so when he was doing paperwork you sat at the other side of his desk, sliding it over to him. “Happy birthday.” You heard the click of his pen before he put it down. You didn't watch, you just did some of the paperwork in front of you. The sound of the wrapper being torn filled the room. There was a pause as he looked over your gift.

“How thoughtful . . . How did you think of this?” “Well,” you stopped finally looking at him, “everything you have is custom, even down to your gloves. Everything, that is except the pens you use.” “did jester tell you that.” “no, i just an observation.” He looked down at the pen, circling it in his hand. “i misjudged you.” You shrugged not really knowing what to say.

Your words seemed to confirm something for him. “Excuse me for a moment.” You went back to your paperwork not really thinking much of it. A fool came, taking all of the paperwork away. You didn't bother arguing, there was no point. It had been a few minutes before ticket taker showed back up, “your present is exquisite . . . But there's something Ive been missing.”

There was a butt plug with what looked like braided hair attached to it, some lube, a crop, bits and rein. You knew it was for you, and honestly you were kind of for it. The creature watched as your face went from curious, to shock but settled on calm.

“I'm not familiar with this particular pet play,” you stated planely. “You've been a pet before,” ticket taker seemed surprised. “A simple pet with a collar.” “it sounds like your going to need a lot of retraining.” you smiled, “mind teaching me?” He waved you closer, you walked slowly towards him.

Taking the harness, he commanded, “Open." You opened your mouth as he strapped the harness and mouth piece to your face. You bit down on the mouth piece taking a deep breath in. It was clear he had done something like this before. He had your head strapped in in seconds.

“I'll have to get your measurements later, for now you can take your clothes off. You had on a simple sundress, so it was easy to slip it off along with your underwear. You folded it nearly putting it on the table. This part was all the same, you thought as you got on your knees, not bothering to hide yourself.

Your new master swatted your leg with the bit. You froze and flinched. That didn't feel good. “No . . . Your not a house pet, your a poney . . . Stand up.” You whimpered feeling the sting of the nib. Gracefully you rose from squatting. he tugged the rains, you grunted not liking the feeling.

He could tell you didn't know how to react, “You need to get aclamated to your gear, sit on the table.” As soon as you did you were pushed back. The rains were in one hand pulling gently, the other the nib. He pulled the rains, not hard, but enough to move your head. The nib hit you on the hip.

You quickly set a bottle next to vil before running off. He was working on a new makeup line but something was missing. Nothing he tried did the reaction he wanted. Whatever you handed him it worked! You hid in your dorm room for day . . . to much interaction for you.

A few days later Vil took notice of you, at first he watched, then he interacted with you. the way you blushed when his eyes met your for to long, or how annoyed you got when someone you didnt know talked to you. Your nose was always in a book, sometimes studying, sometimes romance, horror, suspense, it really depended on the day. You had confert books, he knew the covers well.

Without realizing it he started flirting with you, a hand on your shoulder as he walked by, brushing your hair off to the side. Every time hed touch you your face burned red. He once made the mistake of dropping his eyes to your mouth, that one had you sputtering nonsense. “What happened? Are you ok,” Vil knew what he did. 

Later you were in your room, the strawberry blonde having a spa day with you. “Honestly y/n, your skins looking so much better, what are you doing differently?” “I mean having this nice looking man come to my rescue every once in a while helps.” “I’m just nice looking,” there was a slight curl to his smile. “Everyone knows your the most beautiful person in any room vil, its no competition.”

“I did have competition you know, he alway got the h-.” “Ya, ya i know, my rival always got the better part,” you mocked. “The villains always hotter anyways.” “what makes you say that?” You paused, “Well mr. Villian If you want you want your ego stroked you can ask just about anyone.”

Vil raised an eyebrow, a smirk curled in his lips. He was aware this was your version of flirting. At first some of the things you would say in private shocked him. He knew how to get you back, it was no secret you had a thing for hands. He'd catch you staring every once and a while.

Gently he ran his fingers through your hair, “You have a thing for hands dont you.” Your face went several shades of red. He tilted your head so his lips were by your ear. “I can show you what these hands can do.” Your heart was in your throat. Words came out, none of them coherent.

Vil took it a step further, tightening his grip, not enough to hurt but to get your attention. A whimper escaped you, his beautiful purple eyes looking into yours, his lips just about touching yours. It felt like hours before he felt yours on his.

The actors hands went and stroked your neck. Soon you were in his lap, back on his chest. Your legs were slightly open. His hands under your nightgown, you did have a bra on. It was loose so it was easy for him to pull it up. As soon as he squeezed your breast you whimper.

His lips were kissing your neck. “Theres a mirror in front of us, I want you to see what im doing to you.” When you looked you couldnt look away. Vils muscular hands rubbing and prodding your nipples. If he moved just the right way you could see his hands poke out of your gown. Your hips bucked against him, you could feel his hard on.

One hand went down, slipping past your rib cage, down your hips. If you were embarrassed or had shame it went out the door, you spread your legs. Vils fingers glided against your lips. Seeing his hand work in unison was driving you crazy. You moaned softly at first but with a little more pressure you were desperately trying not to scream.

The house warden was soaking up every reaction. The way your feet curled, mouth clenched shut. The small grunts as your head flew back.

You were nervious to ask him, even though you knew hed say yes. When he made eye contact with you you blushed looking away. “Mon cheri, is everything ok?” “Yes,” you cleared your throat, “I have a request.” “I am all ears.”

There were to many people around, you leaned in whispering, “The next time we make love i want you to talk to me in your native tongue.”He stumbled back placing his hand on his heart . . . ah the dramatics with him . . . you loved it. “Ah trickstar how bold of you, oui! I shall come by later.” 

The day was long, you slowly undressed thinking of taking a shower. Your loving boyfriend somehow had made it past you, already sitting on your bed. “Mon amour Are you ready for a night of passion?” “I wanted to take a shower first,” you pecked his lips. “non, j'aime te goûter tel que tu es,” Rook guided you to the bed.

He spread your legs, diving in. You didnt have time to register what had happened. He did that with such ease. You felt his mouth wrap around your clit as he sucked gently. When your mind caught up you whimpered.

The french man dipped down, slirping and sliding his tongue against your wet heat. Always hungry, always so messy with his meal. Sadly, today he only allowed himself a few minutes, just to taste you.

“pardonne-moi, je n'ai pas pu résister,” the hunter licked his lips, getting the last of your essence off of him. “tu as juste un goût tellement délicieux.” You had no idea what he was saying, the way he was saying it? Absolutely maddening, you could tell he really loved you.

You kissed him gently feeling him line himself up with you, pushing in. “tu fais de moi un homme si désespéré, mon amour.” A moan came from you as he started a deep tempo. “Tu te sens tellement incroyable,” he scraped against your g-spot, forcing your eyes to roll back. “Ressens-tu ma passion pour toi ? mon amour pour toi ? Je pense que oui.” Your eyes were on him, he could tell my the curve in your smile you were close, “Rook.”

“ah, ta voix est comme une mélodie, seulement destinée à mes oreilles,” he grunted inbetween thrusts. Your walls squeezed him so deliciously. “la façon dont tu me serres avec tant de passion... cela rendrait fou n'importe quel homme.” Your breath was caught in you throat. “éjacule pour moi ma chérie, permets-moi de savoir que ma passion pour toi suffit à te faire te libérer,” his rhythm was getting sloppy as he chased his high.

It was cold . . . But you felt warm . . . You woke up on the snowing ground. The sun was down . . . You were late! Everything felt stiff when you walked,. You knew the area as you moved but when you got to his house the door was locked. Your keys were somewhere . . . It hurt to move your hands. Your bag was soaked. When you finally got the keys and unlocked the door you stumbled into qifreys room.

You fell at his door, he was talking but you couldn't hear him. The white fox took your clothes off in seconds, a light formed around the two of you. It felt so warm . . . Qifrey was holding you, he was still talking but it sounded like you were in bubble. His voice was urgent, he wasn't yelling, but you knew he was trying to get your attention.

His blue orb was filled with concern as he touched your face. “I'm sorry,” it was a whisper but he heard you. “What happened y/n! Your skin is blue,” he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around you. It took you a few moments to processed what he asked.

“I was in the carriage in the air. Something happened . . . I don't know but I know I flew out of the carriage door. Everything went black and when I woke up it wasn't sunny anymore.” It took you several minutes to say what happened.

Qifrey took a deep breath, he was combing through your hair, moving your head to get a better look at you. “Are you hurt?” “no,” you sighed, “I'm sorry.” “y/n,” he coressed your face, “this wasn't your fault.” You pouted, you felt awful, today was your anniversary.

He picked you up, bringing you over to the bed. When he got into bed with you he crawled under the blankets. Pressing himself against you. His touch was hot against your skin. You were still ice cold, you knew from the way his arm hair stood on end.

Gently his lips pressed against yours. You knew he was trying to heat you up faster. Your hands found his chest, rubbing small circles. When you groaned his slid his tongue into your mouth, it felt scorching against yours. You could feel his hands moving lower and lower.

He tasted so good, of course you wanted more. Slowly he pressed on your clit, he didn't need to see it to know where it was. Heat surrounded you but didn't quite get under your skin. The small circles he was doing was driving you crazy.

He dipped down, sliding two fingers in you with ease. Finally you felt warm, hot actually. The heat engulfed you as the white mage finger fucked you. Your breathing was ragged and before long you were a moaning mess.

Your lips and skin were no longer blue. Your face was bright red, eyes bulging. “Qi . . . Please,” you wined. You always begged so pretty for him. As soon as his fingers left you you felt empty. A wine escaping you, even though you asked him for this.

The knock at the door sounded different . . . it was the calm beat he usually heard. When his parents answered the door a man was there. He mumbles something, then an apology then leaves. You were supposed to come today . . . you were never late! Where were you!? Later that night Divus was sat down. His parents explaining that you had taken an eternal sleep. You wouldnt be back, he was devastated. He had planned on marrying you.

Twenty two years later you walked into his office, his food delivery in your hand. He wanted to shoot up in his chair, but thought better of it. “Phoenix? Is that truely you.” You placed his food down, looking him in his eyes, your head tilting. It took you a few seconds to recognize him, “Little divus!? Youve grown.” “I thought you were dead?” “Your parents didnt tell you did they,” You sighed.

He shook his head. “Can i sit?” Divus made a gester as if to say go ahead. “When a phoenix fae is alive its kept as a secret . . . there are a few exceptions to this rule, the three biggest ones being . . . well usually if someone from a past life shows up. Someone is told after they pass and if the person is betrothed. You should have been told.” You heard your alarm go off, “Ah, i have to get going, can i come back later?” “Im here until 7.” You crinkled your nose, closing the door behind you.

He did research, there wasnt much on your species, just mating rituals and what to look for if you suspecting. Apparently your kind was poached for their feathers. It was a couple hours later when you returned, knocking like you did all those years ago.

Divus looked at you closely. You looked younger then the age you were when he was younger. Your eyes gleamed when you came in.

“When you died?” “Do you remember what color my hair was?” He thought back, “Before you . . . died it was blue.” “When my kind start to come to their . . . end cycle . . . our hair goes from red to whatever color bird we are a part of. I’ve met a crow, parrot, toucan and flamingo. My hair turned blue because im a peacock.”

The scholars eye twitched, “Female peacocks-.” “Its different with phynox fae, we are all born female so we need an edge to attract a mate,” you stated firmly. “Anyways, im getting away from your question, the last time i saw you I knew it was our last day, I tried making it a day you would charish. That night i slipped into the woods and passed peacefully.”

That night was one hed never forget, you had brought him to a fashion show, it was eye opening for him. “Do you have any pups running around,” he figured you did. “No, not even a boyfriend,” you sighed. A smile crept across his face, “That's too bad . . . Youd be a great mother.” You blushed looking away, “Im sure you have a lovely wife and children?” He shook his head no.

This time you really looked at him, he was handsome. You had assumed he was married because of how smart he was, his fashion sense. He saw the puzzled look on your face. “I’ve only ever fallen for one person,” You smiled, knowing it was you but you wouldnt let him sway you that easy.

It had been months of him flirting, sending flowers. He was familiar with how to seduce, but what confused him was you never acknowledged his advances.

One day you entered his house, you had on one of his favorit dresses on. It was a simple red long sleeve dress that matched your hair. You sat on his couch, “Divus,” you smiled shyly, “I think im in love with you.” The world stopped. Divus looked at you as you watched him. It took him seconds to crash his lips against yours. Your lips were softer then he imagined. Slowly you leaned away, “I want you, but my kind mate for life.” He was aware, the articles he read stated as much.

He kissed you, lips like pillows against yours. Of course he would be your mate, hed wanted this since he was a child. Playfully he nibbled your bottom lip, you shivered when he leaned away again. "

“Im a virgin," your face was bright red. “Ill take care of you pup, spread your legs. You were already wet by the time his fingers pressed against your panties. You hissed when he rubbed against your clothed sex. The fire was slowly creeping up you.

The dress you had on was used to extinguish your fire. All you had to do was worry about your head. Waves of ecstasy hit you, Your eyes rolled back, walls clenched against nothing. The flames puffed by your head before devis put it out.

After a few times your fire was controlled. He knew the minute he slid into you the flames would be back. He moved your panties to the side, the tip of his finger slowly teasing your entrance. The teacher could feel your walls trying to suck him in. He gently slid his digits in one by one until it was fully inside. Your gummy walls squeezing as he searched and messaged your core.

You had his Face in your hands, kissing him roughly to keep yourself from screaming. How did he make you feel so good? When he found your g-spot you froze, electricity hitting your core. He hit it harder sending shock waves through you. You grinded against him as your vision went white, body shaking, your release crashed harder then before.

As soon as you came down from your high you decided you had enough. You unbuttoned his tux, nibbling his neck. Normally the scholar wouldnt allow this, but with your fire he would for now. As soon as you had his top off your dress flew off. He was really making you desperate. You had all of your and his clothes off in minutes.

You stroked his shaft, gentle but firm. “Please,” You panted. He grabbed your hips, lifting you so you could line him up with you. There was still a significant amount of pain as you slid down. Tears welted in your eyes as fire shot up your back. It didnt feel like he was going to rip you in half but it certainly was a different kind of pain.

When he fully unsheethed in you you whimpered. You leaned and took a breath against the crook of his neck. As soon as you were comfortable you grinded down, making a rhythm as you moand. He leaned in, sucking on your hardened nipple, the other pinching and messaging. You were close again when a thought crept.

“Did you ever think about me when you touch yourself?” If he wasnt already buried in you . . . “Of course i did pup, careful with your next words.” You squeezed him, “Did you imagine me being this tight?”

You were flipped, Divus was a patient man, but even he had his limits. “You feel better then i ever imagined.” He hit you deep and hard, his shaft scraping against your g-spot. Your moans went from somewhat loud to schrill screams.

Something felt different. The pressure more intense then before. “Divus,” before you could warn him your vision went white, voice stopped in your throat, water gushed from in you. When he felt water at his tip it was over. He pulled out, spraying your stomach in the process.