Bular Smut
Listen I’ll probably never finish this because wow I don’t know how to continue things. But for now??? have this???
It was dark and impossibly hot.
The room was not one that someone would call ‘cozy’, but it did have some things in it that made it slightly bearable. The fireplace was one of those things. Although it had no chimney to let out the immeasurable amount of smoke it gave off, you were reassured that with the help of troll magic, it was of no worry.
What was of worry, however, were the bars on the windows. The windows themselves were impossibly high to begin with, but it seemed that as an extra measure of security, bars were placed before the glass, separating you almost completely from the outside world.
The rest of the room, was completely bare, save for an absolutely luxurious bed that had been enchanted to withstand even the most strong endeavors. And such strong endeavors they were.
You lounged in front of the fireplace, finding the spot that was finally comfortable for you when you heard a door open. Heavy breaths announced his entrance, making who it was known easily. His breathing was not labored, nor was it calm. But you had a feeling that it would be coming out in breathless sighs and grunts soon enough.
He sat behind you, gripping your hips to pull you to his lap where you found the welcome relief of cold, a sharp difference to the flames that threatened to make you sweat out of your clothing.
Bular’s talons combed through your hair, eliciting a sigh from your lips. The other hand dragged down your arm, almost in awe of the warmth that radiated from your skin. You spread your fingers for him as he traveled down your wrist, watching with hooded eyes as he delicately used two of his own fingers to explore your palm.
He loved to explore you like this. To feel your soft skin beneath his talons shudder as he brushed over them. The bumps that erupted from it amused him to no end, and he especially loved to run his tongue where they appeared, relishing in the gasps he pulled from your lips.
You were hot. A few moments ago it seemed almost almost impossible to compete with the temperature that you were, but as the troll behind you traced parts of your skin you didn’t even know could feel aroused, you realized how tight and sweat-inducing your measly shorts and shirt could be.
And Bular knew it. With a dip of his head he caused your already shaking body to press into him further, making him chuckle.
“Are you hot, pet?” His horns scratched your shoulder through the cotton of your shirt, and you nodded into him. He nuzzled your neck, scraping his teeth against you, now avoiding touching any part of that was concealed by clothing.
You could feel his smirk against you.
“I never quite understood human’s need for clothing…” He gripped your thighs, holding them still as you squirmed to get him to actually touch you. “Especially since I’m the only one with the privilege,” he exhaled into your ear, causing you to jump, although restrained by talons gripping you, stopping all movement except for a minor twitch, “and right to see you like this.”
You swallowed, understanding his meaning immediately and giving him a nod to show your consent. He needed no other prompt.
Without wasting a moment, you were attacked. His fingers roamed your skin that was exposed, moving the cloth obscuring his path out of the way that told you that you would have to find a change of clothes after this.
You were hot before. But now, with goosebumps erupting across your skin as he scraped his teeth along your neck, you could only feel heat. Heat pooling in the bottom of your stomach, and you could feel it leaking out of you. You had no doubt that he could smell it.
You looked up into his face and pulled him in for short kiss, as your mouth was much smaller than his, but he still loved it when you licked his mouth and nibbled at his lips while you looked at him through your lashes.
It was absolutely irresistible.
