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A petite female was writhing in the hold of auraful molten bands, looping around her wrists and tethering her hands to the vine-wrapped trellis bars. There was a male on his knees on the ground holding a plump thigh on one broad shoulder and burying his ravaging… well, you assumed there was a male’s face under her skirts but it very well could be a starved beast who robbed a courtier's pants.

“Oh yes, oh good heavens, oh Lucien!” The pitchy female, possibly a banshee, moaned, rolling her hips forward as she used her calf to flush his tongue further against her; whether for oxygen, a better sight or access to more of her silky looking milky skin, presumably Lucien snaked one hand up, gathering and raising the layers of her pale yellow dress till her torso was exposed past her midriff.

He slithered his hand up further, his hidden finger’s titillations causing the female to grind against his working mouth. He groaned desperately, unhinging his jaw to kiss as much as he could—doubtlessly like a drunk Frenchman considering the cascading mix of his drool and Female-juice trickling down his neck, drenching the linen collar of his tunic.

“Mn’fuck, Elain, you taste perfhmnm–” He lost focus of his praise and resumed munching.

“Haahhh, so good,” she breathed, her back arching and hips rolling against his chin with unapologetic force, her calf keeping him close, but it was clear to you he would not have strayed.

Her unlifted leg was twitching along with each lapping stroke of Lucien’s tongue, and her sandalled toes curled as she howled, rivulets raining down as she weathered the storm this male’s mouth was causing.

“Fuuuck, oh shit, mmmmfmhn, good, so good,” Elain keened, nearly abusively grinding against her partner’s eager face as she was reaching her grand finale.

“Oh fuck baby, c’mere, need you.” Lucien leaned back, and his pants, her dress and the golden band cuffing Elain’s wrists vanished. You loop-di-loop to expend anxious energy as she yelped.

You were impressed by the accuracy of Lucien’s catch, one hand brandishing his flesh sword and the other supported Elain’s hip as she freefell cunt first.

With an oomphOHH YES!, Elain plopped, her leg sliding down with her, leaving only her ankle on his shoulder and his cock tickling her kidney.

You were remiss the shame this male didn’t seem frisky enough for bestiality as he thrust up like a pent up piston; Elain’s now-free hands grappled for Lucien’s shoulders, her left grabbing her own foot and the other wrapping around the male’s neck.

“WaahMMN,” she… you were not even sure how to describe the hyena-esque squeal she unleashed as Lucien began bobbing her up and down with ease and vigor, a nonchalant intense prowess that had your stinger tinglin’.

“Fuck yes, needed to feel you coming, so perfect, so mine, my pretty Lady,” he panted, the rhythm choppying as the male seemed to discombobble.

Your buzzer quivered along with Elain’s parted lips as Lucien gifted no mercy with his strokes, bouncing her violently up and down. The male seemed to have a relentless sort of desire for this female, the telltale salacious grin and endless rowdy praise and murmurs of desperation, litanies of oh baby, so tight, tasted so good, so sweet, so mine, he was clearly incredibly down bad.

“L-Lucien, I- oh, ahhh–” She broke off her stuttering words as her supple body writhed through another orgasm. You noticed, a tad delighted at the chivalry, that Lucien cupped the back of Elain’s head, providing a barrier between her hair and any thorns.

A husky, almost victorious chuckle trickled into Lucien’s rhythmic grunting and the messy plap slop squelches of Elain’s doubtlessly drenched cunt.

You pulled off an impressive aerial acrobatic routine you’ve had patted down for ages, especially to tame sexual frustration, but Lucien’s voice was so crisp and enamored that he proved your efforts were futile.

“That’s it, that’s it baby, s-so tight,” Lucien groaned.

Elain leaned forward to capture his lips and moan her gratitude straight (fr this time) into his mouth. Lucien growled into their locked lips, deepening and dominating the kiss.

The whirling visuals of their exhibitionism concluding reminded you to mentally take note of every sensual aspect of the genuinely pornographic scene and so you stopped twirling and damn the distracting dizziness.

“F’me, please, fill me,” she muffly pleaded.

“Ahhnmm,” Lucien moaned, rocking his hips up and keeping Elain in place. A few jerky thrusts and the male threw his head back and roared ELAIN!

The roar-referred shook along with her partner, their chests heaving complimentarily, caving and expanding in turns, her perky tits never leaving his glistening pecs.

Pleased sighs and ragged heaving soothed the steamy atmosphere. You felt some tension ease along with their coming down and after a minute of watching the pair hold each other’s lax forms, you decided your viewing experience had concluded and it was time to pack up the popcorn.

As you zipped off through the meticulously kept shrubbery mazing the garden, a precariously darkened area behind a hydrangea patch caught your five eyes.

Bzoooop, you veer towards the curious darkness and find… oh… oh wow… a large Illyrian rebuttoning his wetly spotted slacks. His eyes were glazed over (similar to the silky looking fabric cladding his dick) as he looked up to locate your buzzing, wings wincing as he saw you, as if surprised the buzzing wasn’t only in his head.

“Oh, not now,” the blushing pervert groaned and had the gall to swat at you, as if he was not a pest himself.

You do leave but only because you want to, not because this creep told you to.

Zoooop zeep bzap bzooop, off to suck some foreign pollen and maybe find the nearest orgy to watch—for scientific purposes, of course. Who better than to display efficiency than males trying to show up other males? zoop.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this nonsense, thank you thank you thank you @the-darkestminds for beta reading all of my words, you are the sweetest and I am so grateful for you 💗

Dividers by @saradika-graphics 💗