Moar smut time! Enjoy!

Warnings: Smut (duh!) this is more like erotica than balls to the wall sex, enjoy!

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Smut Shots

Chapter 35

Muse

Diesel's Muse inspires him in more way than one.

Diesel picked up painting several…decades ago, while on downtime from his main job. He needed something to fill the void that was boredom and painting filled it quite nicely. He painted anything and everything. Trees, animals, rocks, the sky, the stars, cars (when the started popping up) cities (When the industrial revolution began and these skyscrapers started dotting along the horizon,) and people.

He loved to draw people. Men, women, children, in motion, when they were resting, eating, anything. People were interesting creatures and deserved to be painted.

He was very good at his hobby, he even had people pay for his services, but he usually didn't paint for money, he painted for fun.

He could recall a conversation he had with a painter, Monet or something like that, that a painter had a muse. Something (mostly someone) that inspired them to paint. Diesel scoffed at that.

He didn't need a muse and he didn't want one. He painted for funsies, he wasn't serious! Monet or whoever just smiled at him, drink his liquor and told him that one day, he'd understand the importance of a muse.

Oh, such a foolish boy he had been back then, Mr. Monet had been right, a muse was a beautiful, wonderful thing.

Diesel looked up from his work at his muse, who lay on a pile of carefully placed silk sheets, posed as though they were about to fall asleep at any moment. If they did it meant the world to Diesel, it meant that his muse trusted him a great deal.

His muse, he found them, sitting in a fancy smacy café, drinking coffee. One look at them and it felt as though he could draw anything and everything about them. Those sensual lips, those sharp eyes of honey and the face of a goddess. He could move the world for them, if they asked.

He wasted no time going over to them and asking to paint them. They had been surprised, of course, and then flattered and had accepted his offer, with a slight flush to their cheeks.

One painting had to turn to three that had turned to 10 that had turned to 50 and so on. He was wild about his muse, if he was the day they were his night.

"How does it look?" His muse asked, lifting their head up sleepily from the sheets, "I think I'm falling asleep over here."

"Good, fall asleep, it means you trust me enough to sleep." Diesel looked at his muse, with a soft smile, "But if you want to know, it's going well…though it could be better," he looked at the pencil drawing he had for his muse, "You're so…fucking beautiful, has anyone told you that?"

"Several people have," Diesel's muse smiled at him, shifting, "But only one's asked me to be painted," His muse frowned and then sat up, "What's wrong? It could be better?"

"I don't know," Diesel sighed, resting his cheek in his hand, "The colors, maybe the shading…"

His muse got up from their perch and then walked over to them, dressed in the flimsy silk piece that clung to their shapely form, "Let me see," They whispered in his ear, leaning against him, letting their warmth melt into him, "It looks lovely, I look lovely."

Diesel leaned back against his muse, enjoying their warmth and the swell of their buxom chest, "I feel like I'm not appreciating your beauty as well as I could."

His muse kissed the top of his head and then turned his chair around and looked down at him with those lovely amber eyes. they gave him a smile and then pulled at the strings of the silk piece wore, tugging it free and opening it to expose their nude form to Diesel. Diesel's eyes widen for a second and he milked in their perfect shape from their rounded, plentiful breasts, to fleshy hips and thighs, to their middle. His muse had never been naked in front of him before, sure scantily cladded in silks and the like but naked, no, he had too much respect for them to be naked in front of him.

"If you're having problems appreciating my beauty on canvas, perhaps, you can appreciate it in real time, to help you."

Diesel swallowed, hard, and then lifted his hands up to touch his Muse's belly. It was velvet soft and the color of fine chocolates. He looked up at his muse and placed an open mouth kiss on their stomach, before standing up. He towered above his muse, him 6'7 of solid muscle and them barely 5'1. He knew painters that loved tall subjects but his muse, they were perfect, no matter how short they were.

Those pretty amber eyes gazed up at him and he leaned down to touch their face, closing his eyes as he did. their nose, their full lips, their ears, cheeks, neck. He didn't have to look to appreciate their beauty, their fine bone structure. His fingers did all the looking for him.

His hands slide down to her collar bone and then her arms, sliding down to play with their fingers. He lifted their hands up and kissed them softly, opening his eyes to look down at them. He cupped their cheek, let go of their hands and then slowly led them to his bed.

During his off times, he spent his time in one of his secluded properties. When Diesel was with his Muse, however, he stayed in a large studio set up for him to live and paint in. He sits his Muse on the bed and kneels in front of them, in this position, he's face to face with his Muse, his inspiration, his all. He leans close and kisses the side of their mouth, their cheeks, inhaling the soft scent of honeysuckles and sugar the seems to follow his Muse. His hands aren't idle, they trace what he doesn't kisses, his Muse's thighs, their shoulders, the swell of their breasts, gods, his Muse is so beautiful, so lovely, so perfect in his eyes, they can do no wrong.

He looks up at his Muse and finds them staring down at him with a soft look, a look that hides something. What it is, he wants to find. He cupped their cheek and turned their head to the side, exposing their neck to them and they let him move their head with no resistance. He kissed their neck and then latched his lips on it, sucking slowly, savioring the soft noises that escape his Muse's lips. Diesel looks up at the mirror that dominates the wall by his bed and sees himself and his Muse, locked in a grip that is as old as time between two lovers.

Lovers….Diesel closes his eyes and ponders that word, they're not lovers, His Muse is his sun and moon, they give him the spark needed to paint, to bring life to a canvas, he feels nothing admiration for them, he respects them, he's in awe of them, he would do anything for them he-

Diesel stops what he's doing and looks at his Muse, who looks back at him, with that same look. That same soft look of hidden meanings…hidden feelings.

"Beautiful, perfect," he whispers to them, "You're all that to me, but-I think I've forgotten something and now I see it."

"What is it that you see?" His Muse asked, the silk piece sliding down their waist, pooling at their waist and hands.

"Everything," Diesel whispers and leans up to kiss his Muse, deeply, "I see everything in you, you are my everything."

He kisses his Muse again and lays them on the bed. They're trembling, are they shy? No, that can't be, no, his Muse is nervous, but…for what reason? He lifts one of their legs up plants a kiss on their thigh, slowly, kissing his way up to where juncture of their thigh meets the rest of their body. He can smell their sex and gods, they smell amazing and ready for them.

Diesel kisses their mons venus and then spreads their thighs to accommodate his frame as he lavishes kisses on their thighs. He slides down the bed a bit and then with steady, painter hands, frames their sex with them. Perhaps, he would paint this later on, his Muse's sex is lovely, symmetrical and closed, like a flower, waiting for sunlight.

He is their sunlight.

He gently places his thumbs on those puffy outer lips and pries them open, slowly, earning a soft noise from his Muse.

Gods, they are amazing. their pearl peeks up at him, almost in a teasing manner, almost covered up. Their inner lips are not large, no, they're almost non existence they start at the top but don't make it to the bottom, letting Diesel see their entrance which is wet from need. He looks down at his Muse's sex and runs a thumb over the hood of their pearl, earning a breathless sigh from them as he teases the bud to hardness. The noises his Muse makes goes to his cock.

He stops his ministrations and move his fingers to their entrance to open it and lap at the bounty that dripped from it. He felt his Muse stiffen a little as he moved his hands under their bottom so that his thumbs could spread them open. As Diesel prepared to dive in, he noticed something about their entrance. It looked small, tightly closed with a layer of thin skin surrounding it.

Oh…Diesel looked up at his Muse and raised an eyebrow, "Never?"

His Muse shook their head, cheeks flushed, "I-'ve been waiting for the right person to have sex with."

"And that's me?" Diesel looked at his Muse, earning a head nod, "Well, I'm honored…"

And he truly was, he thought his Muse would have a line of suitors and lovers, instead they're this pure creature, and they're handing this to Diesel on a bed of silks. Diesel would make sure to make this as enjoyable for her as it would be for him.

Diesel spreads his muse's legs open wider and then lowers his mouth to their sex, his tongue snaking out to lick at blood flushed folds and their opening. The noises coming from his Muse's mouth went right through him. He licked and sucked, groaning into their folds, enjoying the way they became slicker and the way they squirmed on the bed.

He continued eating his Muse out for a while, before he released her swollen lips with a groan and sat up, his erection straining in his pants. Diesel undid the buttons to his pants and pushed them down enough so that his erection was freed. He leaned over his dazed Muse and reached into his nightstand to grab the bottle of massaging oil he kept close by for when he wanted to slick his Muse up to paint her.

He rubbed the slick liquid on his erection and then settled back in between his Muse's thighs, his erection pressed against her sex. He rubbed his cock up and down those slick folds and then stopped as the head of his cock caught the ring of their entrance. His Muse trembled and bit their lip but slowly thrust their hips though at the same time, Diesel pushed forward, entering his muse almost halfway.

"Ah!" Diesel heard the sharp cry and looked down, shit, he hadn't meant to enter them so roughly, he was sure that his Muse most likely be sore in the morning, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"I-It's okay, the hard part is over with," His Muse smiled up at him, "It's only a little pain, I expected it."

He had expected his Muse to be tight, but not this tight, gods, he was terrified he would waste no time and start to pound into them. He let out a groan as he felt them tighten around him and gave a short thrust into them, causing his Muse to squeak, their feet coming up to latch on his thighs. Diesel looked down at his Muse for any signs of discomfort, but apart from a small wince, they motioned for him to continue, and continue he did.

Diesel began to pick up his pace, as the tight walls (impossibly tight walls,) around him begin to slacken and instead of pushing him out, were trying to pull him in. The noises that were coming from his Muse's mouth had him getting harder. They were noises of bliss, shock and surprise. Their golden eyes were wide with shock and when Diesel wormed a hand in between their bodies to play with their clitoris, his Muse let out a wail, wrapping their legs tighter around him as he pumped in and out of her.

"Yes-yes- it-it feels so good!" His Muse cried out, wrapping their arms around Diesel's neck, "Keep making it feel so good!"

Diesel looked down at their Muse and then leaned forward and kissed them deeply, their tongues finding one another as they moved in time with one another. They tasted so sweet, and the sweet little noises gods, he was not going to last long at this rate.

Diesel lifted one of his Muse's thigh up and let out a ragged moan as from this angle he could slide in deeper into them. From this angle he was free to play with his Muse's clitoris and he did, watching her face as she cried out from pleasure. When he felt her muscles dilute and tighten around him Diesel knew he was in trouble, he continued to play with their bundle of nerves before he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into his Muse, watching as their eyes rolled back, their hands grabbing his bed sheets and their back arching, a loud moan escaping their lips.

"You liked that?" Diesel was breathless as he did it again, earning the same groan, "Fuck, you're so tight, it feels so good."

His mused looked up at him with a flush face and he smiled down at them, before doing the same action again, and again and again, his fingers never leaving their clitoris as he fucked them. He could feel them, tightening around him, Diesel could hear them, crying, sobbing out in pleasure, screaming that they were going to cum soon. Fuck, so was he, he could feel his balls tightening, the pleasure peaking and then he was letting out a shout of pleasure, cumming deep inside of his muse, each contraction pumping another jet inside of them.

"Oh!" His Muse let out a squeak as Diesel landed beside them, with a content smile on his face, "You're still inside me…"

"Yes I am, and I'm going to stay inside of you too," He looked at his Muse and kissed their forehead, "Give me a minute, and I'll show you how good it is, the 2nd time around."

"I would like that, very much…Diesel," his Muse whispered, their cheeks hot.

"Good to hear it, Heidi."

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Now, when Diesel had been a boy, on his way to becoming a man, his parents had caught him, in the barn, with Natalia, the cute milking girl. Natalia had been showing Diesel a new trick with her mouth when his Deda had walked in on them, in the hay pile. Natalia had scurried off, while Diesel had been tanned and then sat down.

"Boy, women are nice, they have curves and soft bodies," His Deda had told him over supper that night, "But what you and that girl were doing is reserved for the wedding bed, plus, it only takes one time for you to become a family man, got it?"

Diesel had remembered that night vividly. So much so that he used condoms with all his partners, scared that his Deda would come round the bend with a birch stick to beat him.

But with his Muse, all bets were off…

"There we go, and done," Diesel stood up and took a step back, to look at the work before him, "God damn, Heidi, I think I've tapped into your perfection, come and look."

Heidi, his Muse, walked over to him and rested her hands on his waist and looked around his broad frame to see, "Oh….! Perfect, I look like I'm glowing, is this one going to the gallery?"

"No, this one stays here, with us," Diesel turned to Heidi and then rested his hand on her middle, which was rounded with his child, his Deda was right, it only took one time to become a family man, "We'll put it in the nursery."

Heidi smiled at him and then whispered, "I'd like that, are you hungry? Dinner's ready."

Diesel wrapped an arm around his Muse and led her away. That Monet character was right, Muses were a beautiful thing.

End

Phew, that's it...I meant to post this weeks ago but got busy with work and school! Here it is now! Smell ya later. I can write tamed smut too.