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(Momon/Evileye) In the not so far future...
If there was one thing Evileye could always count on, it was her husband's willingness to follow her every whim.
Like a famished goat, he'd begun nibbling at her neck, furiously stripping away her gear without any regard for their value, while they'd hardly stepped into the threshold of their bedroom. His hands worked themselves feverishly over her cold skin, now warming by the transfer of skin.
"Dear," she said, in-between smacking, slobbery kisses. "Aniya's not asleep yet... Mmph... She could hear..."
Momon, Dark Hero, didn't seem to hear the mention of their daughter's name, as he completed the despoiling of her petite body. Fully naked, a flush on her cheeks, she was flung bouncing on top of their pristine bed, as he then worked to remove his own gear. The dark armor, the icon of so many years of heroism, whose noble form had captured her heart all those years ago, was just tossed to the floor, unneeded, useless for the upcoming purpose. Bit by bit, her husband revealed himself-in one of the rare instances that he revealed the man inside the armor.
Momon was a tall, sturdy-bodied man, with hair more gray than black. His features were exotic, a handsome quality equal, no exceeding, the exotic beauty of the Beautiful Princess (at least to her eyes). He was a man of few words, almost business-like in his dealings with day to day affairs. What verbosity and warmth he exuded was reserved alone for her and their daughter, though even in this upcoming act of coupling he was stoic, and let her do the loud work.
He got on the bed-he never jumped on it, like some child-and yanked her to him by the shoulder, resuming the aborted kiss. Rough, calloused hands travelled over her smooth body, making her shiver and squeal as they bumped against her sensitive spots. His hands never missed a spot, and with how big his hands were compared to her small body, he could cover whole miles of it with a single pass.
This was always the ritual when they made love. To warm her cold body up with his broad hands, rubbing and stroking and fondling-kindling not just his desires, but hers as well. A lot had been lost in her life as an undead, and though she'd had enchantments to enable her to live normally, enabled her to get wet, to climax, bear a child, there was no escaping the fact that she was who she was, and could never be constantly warm as a living woman.
Of course, the main sources of heat came from two things. The first was his mouth, as they kissed, the heat gradually began to spread from her mouth, to her head, then down her neck and beyond. The second was his penis, which lay alert but idle on her sex. It exuded a power as intense as a low level fireball used on her, awakening her organs, if not outright causing them to secret fluids, as a hand slowly glided down her smooth belly to cup her smooth, hairless opening.
They stopped kissing just enough to take a breath, and also adjust their bodies. Due to the great differences in their respective sizes, the couple took great care as to positioning, and pleasure. Most times she was on top, or straddling him while he sat. It made them slightly equal in her eyes, which was as it should be, no matter what her perverted ex-teammate Lakyus said.
He broke this kiss, then grabbed her by her hips as he went into a kneeling position, with legs spread apart. Knowing what was to come, she allowed herself to be flipped about, her crotch now pushed against his face as she hung upside-down, her head dangling just enough to reach the tip of his erect dick. She locked her thighs around his head, not too tight, just enough to hold her puckered clit against his waiting lips. She felt no discomfort being upside down-with no blood flowing to anywhere she would never get dizzy.
In this position, the heat transfer was maintained, from their bodies pressed together, lip to another lip; dick to a different lip. Hot breath wafted against her sex, the sensation making her curl her toes and purr.
She reached for his meat rod, delighting in its hardness, its heat, its size. Any other would have been put off by its thick, unwashed stench-to her it was the sweet musk of a hero, who'd taken her as wife. She crooned as she kissed the tip, then pooled her spit to pour down its length.
Though Tia boasted of pushing her lover to climax with just an armpit, Tina her feet and Lakyus her throat, Evileye relied on her swift, though sloppy combination of her mouth and hands. Her lover was too big for just one of her hands to work with, and her mouth was too small too take him all the way, so she had to make do with special techniques taught to her by a wise vampire teacher long ago. Not that he'd ever complained, of course; he rather loved it, even with nothing to compare it with.
After a few tentative smacks and kisses on the tip of his cock, as she tugged at its base, she let a single fang on her mouth slip out. Then she leaned in again, taking up to a quarter of his length in her mouth, then slowly, deliberately dragged it out-while now teasing the sensation of her fang just slightly out of reach, a slight, stinging sensation that immediately made his body rock, him gasping; but she was a master now, and although his cock jerked, surprised, the fang never touched skin.
She smirked, pleased that it still worked, as his cock almost seemed to lengthen even more, and his own service on her pussy became much more intense, as he now extended the tongue she loved so much to begin a steady, repeated "patrol" around her cunt. A teasing nibble on her erect clit, then quick, repeated licks up one side of her slit to her second hole, then back down the other side to her clit. Soon, the amount of heat in her body, added to her pleasure, triggered the enchantments which made her gush artificial liquid from her pussy, which now bathed her husband's lips. He continued to suck and lick through the sudden fountain, each stroke on her sensitive parts sending a jolt to her head. She moaned into his cock, while she alternated between fanged and fangless, causing him to grunt with every smack of her lip.
The telltale twitch his cock made her redouble her efforts. Her heat was now equal to his own, her body flush and well-permeated through their service. Drool now rained freely on his cock, even as her own sex was flooded by his own. She could sense her own climax coming, and she knew he could sense it too, as her back arched, the groans in her throat had become a muffled, cute howl, and her tiny legs shivered in the air like wind-blown branches. Through the haze of pure pleasure growing in her mind she focused on his member, her hands slick with pre and saliva as they rubbed from base to head with reckless, almost manic rhythm.
When she sensed his legs start to buck, she knew it was time. In that exact moment, his tongue hit a particular part of her sex, which sent her over the edge. A low, keening moan rumbled deep in her throat. She abandoned all restraint, and trusted him to receive her climax just as she would his own.
When Momon hissed loudly, she took him in as deep as she could, loosening her jaw as much as she was able, then cupped her hands on either side of her mouth. The first wave of his essence shot deep into her throat, his cock beginning to rock and jerk like a fish caught at a line. Spurt followed spurt, and though she was able to swallow the first couple of wads, the sheer volume expelled from his cocktip filled up her mouth to overflowing in no time. The excess she caught in her enclosed palms, even as she began to make loud, sucking sounds, in an attempt to vacuum his cum up her throat.
The smell was overpowering, and the smell of cum combined with the general unwashedness of Momon's body, would even go so far as stink. But to her, it was an overpowering musk, belonging to someone, the only one in the world, who was permitted to ravish this Evileye. That was not to say that she didn't enjoy the cum; in fact, it was one of her alternate, and abundant, sources of blood, which would in turn keep the enchantments on her body running. She had long gotten hooked on its taste, and now she savored each sticky serving her tongue shoved back up her throat.
Eventually, the thick shots became less frequent, then ceased, the cock resting against her bulging cheek like a piece of hot, inert steel. She rolled his cock in her mouth, even as she worked to finish gulping down all of his heat.
When she withdrew, a thick line of cum connected her lips to his urethra. She then squeaked, surprised, when it jerked one more time, shooting a small amount of cum to land on her blonde hair. She tightened her thighs around his neck, though she wasn't mad, just surprised that he'd been able to hold that thing in for a time to tease her. She turned her head and shot him a rueful look over her shoulder. She dragged her cum-stained fingers over her hair to extract his fluid, and ate it with a satisfied smack. Staring at the pristine, slick, and still-erect cock, she puckered her lips to give it one last kiss.
"How?" he asked next. Momon was a man of few words, and Evileye prided herself on knowing what he truly meant. This was the wife's privilege. She was flipped upright, then turned to face him. She rubbed her hands over his graying hair as he leaned in to run his tongue over her chest.
He was asking about the position. Top, bottom, spooning, standing-whichever she was in the mood in, he was ready and willing. If she wanted to leave it to him, then he'd pick sex against the nearby window. The window was large enough to accomodate her whole body, and so she'd be pressed against the glass, her fluids staining the surface. And while there'd been a certain thrill in the times they'd tried that, she somehow felt it rude to show the city her shameful self today, particularly since she'd be meeting its ruler, Queen Renner and her husband Grand-Prince Suzuki Satoru, on the morrow.
"Take a seat, darling," she whispered in his ear. His breath quickened-it was a mutually favorite position. Her back would be to his, and his would be to the wall, they would be in a seated position, Momon could engulf her tiny body, pampering her with his hands and his mouth, while she controlled the pace, going as fast as she wanted, or grinding in a slow, purposeful manner.
There was also another reason, but she kept that thought away-or else he'd see it on her face and suggest another position entirely.
He leaned against the headrest, their hands never idle as he fondled her sex and she ran her hands over his thick, graying hair. Sitting this way, she could scarcely touch the top of his head, but it did allow them to see eye to eye. He put his mouth against her breast, his warm, wet breath sending shivers down her spine.
She was ready to just bend her legs and guide his cock to her entrance in this way; but she turned around, spreading her legs while he caressed the sides of her slim, child-like torso. Slowly, she bent her knees, almost squatting, until she felt his tip against her sex. Her slick wetness sent sticky drops down onto his dick, which was still moist from her saliva.
"I love you, dear," she said breathlessly. He grunted, biting her ear. She squirmed, and took a deep breath. Then, she sank on his cock, her pussy engulfing it like a hungry mouth.
"Ooooh," she mouthed, riding the brief burst of pain that rushed through her body. One of the downsides to an undead body was her lack of a certain elasticity. Though, she was glad for the pain-but for the enchantments, she wouldn't have felt anything at all. That pain was proof she was alive, in a way.
By her estimate, he wasn't that deep yet, only a little over half of his cock had entered her. She sensed him hesitate, running his lips over her shoulder to make her shudder, asking the question that needed no words.
"Hold on," she breathed. "Leave it to me...!" It was something she'd repeated many times before, to assure Momon's kind, caring heart that she wasn't hurt.
But she was the frigging Landfall. She'd lived a long time, with only this shitty body as her constant companion. Two hundred years, though most of the time spent as a virgin-but one thing that didn't describe her was fragile. Nor less hesitant.
"Ah!" She couldn't resist the grunt from escaping her lips as she sank in deep, her outer lips now barely grazing his dark, hairy balls and the mattress. His cock was all the way up her tiny hole, which began to drool and excrete as a small wave of exhilaration rushed through her chest. Her whole body felt as if a molten rod had been impaled onto it, and indeed, the big, throbbing cock seemed like some invading monster when compared to her petite self. In this position, it felt like her feet was trapped, unable to move or do anything without damaging herself on his hardness.
Drops of sweat fell on her back, causing small, needle-like sensations of cold on her steaming skin. Perhaps sensing she'd hesitated for a bit too long, he began to kiss lightly up and down her nape. Shivering from the sensations, she held out a hand for him to hold and squeeze, even as she clenched her muscles and ordered her crotch to rise.
She groaned, as his slick member slid out, exposing it partially, before she sank down again, sending another brief jolt through her. She continued in this way, quickening with every squat, her artificial nectar thickening and pouring in a steady stream. Shlick, shlock, the sounds of their mating echoed, through the room, joined by their pants and groans.
Soon she fell into a steady rhythm, her twat bouncing up and down, each descent catching his balls with a loud smack. He timed his thrusts upward, the small impact making her bounce back up, making her seem to fly in the air for but a brief second. The mattress creaked and groaned beneath them, while her fluids continued to leak, uncontrollable, her haywire system a natural occurence when the conditions were met. And the conditions were being met-she was hot, stomach filled with her husband's burning rod, his heat permeating her body, his cock ravaging her humble hole like an invading worm, relentless, vicious, stealing her breath and making her squeak like a little mouse with every thrust.
In this position, she could do little but guide herself on him-he on the other hand was free to play with her small body as much as he wanted. Her body, devoid of anything plump and curved, all harsh angles and flat planes, was a playground for his appetite. He nibbled, he licked, he teased, his coarse palms teasing exquisite pleasure from her very core. His fingers went down-tweaking her erect clit-and there her consciousness exploded, as if a sun had been lit inside her mind. She whined like a beleaguered pig, but it wasn't yet over.
She felt her husband's muscles tense, could feel the imminent climax coming like a cloud over the horizon. His cock, so deep inside her, paused for a fraction of a second, twitching; and then she felt it, strong jets of white-hot seed pushing deeper into her tiny womb, coating it to overflowing. His hands had tightened around her body, and she felt pinned there, like a piece of wet rag impaled on his raging member, each spurt seeming to stain every corner of her insides in his virile spunk. Her whines became breathless gasps as she laid against his hard frame, and when she tilted her head his stubbled chin grazed past her cheek as his mouth greedily sucked on hers, his large tongue utterly dominating hers, sending a steady stream of saliva from him to her.
Her body was not primed to carry another baby just yet; Aniya was still young, and the Dark Hero had many enemies, like that evil sorcerer Ainz Ooal Gown. And yet she still felt satisfied as if he had thoroughly fertilized her, as she rubbed her hands over her white, smooth belly to map out the baby batter he'd deposited beneath the surface of her skin. Maybe one day, when peace had been achieved, when the Dragon Queen and her new consort would unite all free peoples against the tyranny of the Sorcerous Kingdom. Until that day, she was content with her small family, and these short bursts of passion between her and Momon.
...Well, "short" was one way of putting it. As she thought that, her husband had begun to move, his still-hard cock already primed for another round. Oh well, the night was still young.
Hello guys, this is Jon, apologizing to you folks anxiously waiting on this story! The short version is that a number of fellas wanted to commission me to write something for them, and I quite enthusiastically complied! Unfortunately some things fell through, which left a pretty bad taste in my mouth. But a couple of folks came through, good on them, and I can finally show their commissioned works here for all to see!
A big thanks to the anonymous fella who commissioned this story. This is actually a "future" story for this particular fanfiction, and as I said, it's supposed to jump a lot in the timeline.
If you'd like more from this series, or a commission on another kind of work entirely, good news! I've got my commission system all set up and I'm anxious to hear from anyone wanting their own piece of personalized smut. Please PM me here, on this account or on "RHoldhous" over at archiveofourown for more details.