Note: I don't remember what grammar is and I write with a weird cadence. Don't be too hard on my extraneous use of commas and repetition. No pronouns or names are given to the tarnished in this story. Only first person and vibes. Remember, for Varre, all sex is evil gay sex. ALSO, i wrote this on my phone and sometimes it used the accent over the e and sometimes it didnt. When I went to edit this on my laptop i was too lazy to fix it. Thanks. Enjoy the porn without plot. More shit like this to come. I intend for my Varre fics to be easily interchanged between the self insert's genitals. If you would like me to publish a slightly altered version of this with a pussy I will gladly do so! Just give me a holler!

You stared down at the man, his face bare before you, looking up with those bright amber eyes. His face was flush. You knew you could make him scream.

You'd had enough of his taunting, his cocky attitude and sly remarks, his poorly veiled attempts at flirting. He would always get just close enough, then retreat, acting as if you were the one who was desperate. But he always initiated, stroking your cheek, pulling you in by the waist. He was the one desperate for affection and touch and you knew it. You saw right through him. Beyond that coy mask. There had never been any love from Mohg. Just empty promises. Varre was desperate for something real, something intimate. And that desire was not as deep below the surface as he thought.

The red stone floors were cold, hard and smooth as you pinned Varré by the wrists. You kissed him hard, taking his lips between your teeth, pulling and biting at the soft skin, making him bleed. He moaned into your mouth, kissing you deeply, legs squirming beneath you. You straddled his waist, backing up to rub your ass against his twitching member, grinding against his grey, loose trousers. You felt it quiver beneath you, how it moved, stiffened at the slightest hint of attention. You smirked as you pulled from the kiss, blood and saliva clinging to your lips, dripping off your chin.

Varre tried to keep his composure as you pulled away, eyes making their best effort to appear cold, unfazed, "what are you trying to prove, lowborn? This shows me nothing but how desperate you are" he grinned up at you but his face was still flush.

"this isn't for me" slowly, you removed the layers of robes, casting aside his white shawl and tunics, unlacing a rather plain brown shirt. You spoke as you worked, "you think I can't tell what you've been doing? Toying with me? Never letting yourself get close enough? You get a pleasure out of it... You want me. But oh, you're not allowed are you? Or are you afraid?"

Varre's face contorted, still red in the cheeks. He opened his mouth to speak again but you cut him off. You knew it would be more lies as he tried to save face.

"but now I'm a servant of Mohg just like you. I can show you the love you wanted so badly" you leaned in, lips near his ear, "it's not sacrilege" you kissed his neck, working your way down, trailing your tongue over and around his nipple, flicking it, taking it in your teeth. You ran hands up his scarred chest, down his waist.

He sighed against you, hands searching your armored body, finding the clasps in desperate attempts to undo you. He managed your chest plate, casting it aside and gripping your shirt, pulling you close. He truly was a mess, falling apart at the seams at the smallest touch, at a simple call out. Had you known it was so easy. You chuckled to yourself as you looked him over, hand trailing down his waist, slipping beneath his loose pants. His breath caught in his throat as you gripped his erection, giving it a few brief strokes. His eyes were heavy with arousal, mouth open faintly, loose hair clinging to his cheeks, swept over his forehead. He breathed your name, touching your cheek with a still gloved hand.

"what do you want?" You hummed the words, soothing yet playful.

He looked almost pained to say anything, breath caught in his throat, "this"' he whispered, almost like a sigh. He gripped you by the back of the neck, pulling you down into a hard kiss.

You continued to work his shaft, drawing back to spit on your hand, sliding your wet fingers around his cock. He sighed in pleasure, arching his back into it. He truly was a pitiful sight, but lord did you love to see it. Varre was beautiful, shockingly so in your eyes. He was almost plain in appearance. If it weren't for the symbol of his loyalty carved into his brow and forehead, you would never take him for the masked surgeon. His eyes glimmered in hues of gold and yellow, full of longing, entranced by your motions. His lips quivered, smeared red from his now bleeding lips. He licked a trace of it from his chin. He had a strong jawline, unkempt stubble, and a tired, gaunt face. He looked sleepless, eyes piercing against dark circles and a pallid complexion.

You leaned close, kissing the corner of his mouth, "then I'll give you everything, until you're begging, writhing, until you know what you deserve"

He sighed against your mouth as you moved in to kiss him. With a tug, his pants were around his thighs, cock dragging against the coarse fabric as you freed it, twitching in the cold air.

You pulled from the kiss as his tongue desperately searched your mouth, covering his chin in spit. Sitting up, you retrieved a dagger from your pouch, wincing faintly as you drew the tip down your finger. You poised the finger over his mouth, "don't bite too hard, now" your voice was a warm coo as just the sight of his eyes eagerly following your finger made you blush. Pressing your finger to his lips you let him take it in his mouth as you lowered your body. You kissed his waist, his thighs, taking his balls in your hand as you massaged them. You rolled your tongue over the rippled skin before sliding your tongue up his shaft.

He whined against the fingers in his mouth, hands tangling into your hair. You took his tip in your mouth, circling it with your tongue, drawing it in and out of your mouth teasingly, as if kissing the top with each pull back. You heard the pleasure in his breath and saw it in the way he arched his back into you. Taking his length in your mouth you let it press into your cheek, making sure to get it extra wet as you drew your mouth back. You worked the bottom of his shaft with your hand as you took the top, rocking back and forth around it, rubbing your tongue against the veins and around the tip. Varre's finger's greedily pulled at your hair as you quickly worked his erection. He whimpered as you stuck your fingers deeper into his mouth. His eyes were closed as he took in the pleasure, sighing contently into the feeling. You removed your hand from his shaft, making sure it dripped with your spit. Slowly you positioned two fingers below his asshole, massaging the skin, slickening it with saliva, teasing the entrance.

He gripped your shoulders, fingers digging into your skin as you pressed into him. He let out a whimper that he tried desperately to stifle.

You drew your mouth back, "too much for you?" Your tone was cocky. You played your tongue around his tip that glistened in the red light of the mausoleum.

He looked down at you.

You smeared your bloody fingers across his face.

"shut up" he was trying to sneer. It just sounded pathetic. His face was hot, flustered.

"if you insist" you smiled, filling your mouth once more with his member, sloppy now as you let your tongue loll over it, mouth dripping. The noise of it mixing with his sighs. You pressed your fingers into him.

His hips jerked and he grit his teeth, "oh, nngh, my lambkin," he let out a strained breath, "keep going" his hands pulled at the fabric of your tunic, greedily, exposing the skin of your back. He dug his nails in, immediately drawing blood. You paid it no mind.

You worked your fingers, stuffing his tight asshole that still tensed around you as you pressed deeper. He whimpered, noises urging you on. Varre was vocal, far more than you'd expected. You wondered how long it had been for him, what time had made him so shameless, so salacious. He was practically throwing himself to you, a whore at your disposal. You ached to touch yourself, grinding your body against your feet as you knelt over him. He was driving you mad. You'd ignored it as best you could, taking pleasure in him alone, but now you burned. You felt the faint dampness against your linens. You knew deep down you were no better than he was.

You worked him fast, mouth slurping as it spanned his length, fingers curling into him as they rammed his tight, warm hole. He moaned, touching his chest, head thrown back as his body rocked against your mouth. His cheek against the cold, dark floor. You drew your mouth back, causing him to whimper faintly, turning to look at you. Grabbing his face you kissed him hard.

"mmm, oh, lambkin, oh, my lord" his voice was a soft mutter against your open mouth between kisses. His hand fell to work his own member now as your fingers still ruthlessly stuffed him. You gripped his neck, digging your nails into his skin, grinding your body against him in a pathetic attempt at satisfying the ache. You entered a third finger, growing sloppy as your tongue rolled over his lips, across his bloodstained mouth. He grit his teeth, body shaking against you as he worked himself hard and fast, breath staggered. You grabbed his wrist, pinning it above him, leaving his cock twitching, dripping, begging for the release that was so close.

You couldn't take it anymore, you pulled away. You grabbed your knife, cutting into the lap of your trousers, ripping them open between the legs.

Your cock shined at the tip, the faintest glisten of precum smeared across it still.

Varre's eyes were locked on to you, heavy with arousal. His lip quivered as he watched you. You gripped your cock, massaging it gently for a moment, body shivering at the sudden touch. Sighing softly you slipped between his legs. For a moment you took his erection in your hand, pressing it to yours, working both at the same time. You shuddered at the feeling, twitching as you bit your lip.

Varre sighed softly as you stroked him, still watching you, a hand to his lips, touching them, tasting his own blood.

Drawing back your hands you raised his legs, spreading him for your member. You pressed the tip against him, hearing his breath catch in his throat. Faintly you pressed into him, only breaching him partly.

He moaned into it loudly, gripping your shoulders.

"for heaven's sake, clench your teeth or something" you mocked, pressing in deeper. He shuddered, actually clenching his teeth this time, "ah, oh, my sweet" he took a deep breath out.

Gripping his length you worked him again, slow, easing your body into him as you went, moaning softly as your cock filled his tight hole. You leaned over him, staring him in the eyes. You wanted to make him feel small, at your disposal. He reached up to touch you. You smirked, taking his hands in yours and pinning them over his head again. He arched his back, sighing sweetly. The opposite of protest as you dominated him. You rocked into him, already feeling so close. You had been desperate for him before. The faintest of gratification had you on the brink already. Quicker you worked his member, stuffing him harder. His body rode against yours, taking your length, stifled moans matching the rhythm of your tip jamming against his prostate. His hips moved so beautifully. You wanted to touch him, caress his body but you held him where he was, lowering your head to leave marks on his neck. Huffing against his neck you picked up speed.

Varre whined against your shoulder, breathy, "oh, my lambkin. Oh, yes. Yes"

You fucked him harder, his words more of a plea now,

"Ah, please. Show me how it feels" his hands wriggled beneath your grip, body tensing, trying to rock harder against yours, "I want to feel it, ah, i- I want to feel loved"

You couldn't hold back any longer. You thrust into him, breathing hard, slapping against his thighs until you lose count, the sound echoing against the cold mausoleum walls. You took a hard breath out, groaning, sighing loudly as you came, legs shaking as you rocked into him, immediately hot and slick. You kept fucking him, trying to ride through the shaking in your legs as the slapping grew louder.

Varre's legs shook beneath you as he moaned against your ear, feeling the heat run through his body, feeling your muscles tense and then weaken for him, "oh heavens," he bucked his hips into you, your cum dripping onto the dark stone. He was gritting his teeth, face flush as he shook.

You knew it wouldn't take long. You nipped at his ear and neck, "let me show you love" you hissed. Gripping your knife you slid it down your abdomen, making a thin slice. It dripped onto his stomach, down his twitching cock. You coated his erection, playfully, generously, as he did most of the work riding your spent member.

He held back his sounds of pleasure, pressing his face hard against your shoulder, mouth breathing heavy against it as his teeth grazed you ever so slightly. You worked him, blood flecking both of your chests as you sped up. He leaned harder into your hand, breaths now all moans of pleasure, "hah, ah, my lambkin, oh my lord. Please" he bucked into you, "oh heavens!"

You rammed into him, tugging on his hard length, faster as he shook, practically yelling now, voice bouncing off the empty walls. You were merciless, gripping his wrists hard.

"oh, lambkin!" His voice caught in his throat as he tried to stifle it. His moan turned into a scream of pleasure, yelling against your shoulder, biting down on it as he came hard against your sliced abdomen, dripping back down onto his stomach. You let go of his wrists and he immediately grabbed for your shoulders, huffing, catching his breath against your body.

You slowly worked his cock as it dripped, finishing the job as you pulled back, suddenly feeling the cold stick of cum against your body, the freezing stone below you, the damp air of mohgwyn palace. You knelt there for a moment, still catching your breath as he still grasped at your rolled up tunic, breathing against your neck, the only heat besides your sweating brow.

Heavens, you didn't quite know what to do now. You'd potentially just deflowered this man on the floor of his god's palace. You had always kind of imagined Varre as a 'jerks off and cries' sort of fellow, it's partially what made him so irritatingly endearing, but now you almost felt certain. You placed a hand behind his back, sitting up as he withdrew from your shoulder, taking a final deep breath and drawing back. He looked you in the eyes, almost coldly as if his body wasn't covered in your spit, cum, and blood. He was a mess, hair disheveled, practically falling out of its low ponytail. He wiped his mouth.

"We can talk, you know. You needn't let your pride get in the way. Especially not anymore" you pulled a rag from the pouch on your discarded belt and handed it to him, finding another scrap to wipe your own body down before tying your pants back up as best you could.

He took it, keeping quiet until he was almost fully dressed, sans his mask which still remained discarded by the pillars.

You'd watched him dress, almost smiling as he meticulously fixed his appearance. He'd said things to you in his pleasure you couldn't discern. People had called you their lord far too frequently and hearing Varré breathe that, more than once, as you fucked him, brought pause. Was he in that moment speaking of you? Or was it just a plea to his lord, to Mohg, for release? If it was the former, that indeed felt like some sort of sacrilege. Varre was... Complicated. You knew he'd been by Mohgs side for a long time, presumably since he was much younger, and was now, based on his words, Mohg's loyal servant, desperate for his love. It rubbed you the wrong way. It felt sexual, romantic, coming from Varre's lips, not like the accepting and warm love most people expect from their gods. Varre knew nothing else... He was giving all he had, chasing something he would never receive. You knew Mohg would give him nothing. Mohg only cared for Miquella and his legacy. He would discard Varre the second he was of no use. Varre was a replaceable tool. You felt for him. You wanted to help him. You knew he would never let you, never see it anyone's way but Mohg's. Believing in a goal... That was fine, giving everything, being blind, that was another.

Varre retrieved his mask, returning to sit before you on the cold floor. He didn't put it back on yet. "I may have misjudged you, my lambkin. You truly are a devoted servant of our lord" he touched your cheek, "your generosity, I'm sure, will be recognized"

His words almost made you grimace. You grit your teeth. You wanted to slap him. Was he in that much denial?

"Varré..." You swallowed. If only he knew what you'd come here to do. The rune you sought. You stood, shaking your head, a faint frown on your lips, "that was all for you" you looked down at him, at those gold eyes. You saw the faint flicker of realization in them as you turned away. You thought for a moment. He would kill you, or at least try if he knew what you had planned for Mohg. Or if he were too late then revenge would surely be his next step. You didn't want it to come to that. You couldn't end this man's life. When you turned to look back at him he'd put his mask back on. You didn't linger. You stepped out of the mausoleum and mounted Torrent. You had a long and dangerous journey through the palace if you were to find Mohg.

### Hey so I haven't written fanfic in years. I revived this account from the depths of 2009. Anyways, if you are horny for Varre and will consider listening to Depeche Mode I promise you they have a ton of songs that have the absolute perfect vibe for him. I do have a spotify playlist for this because I have absolute Varre brainrot. But my main song recs are Sacred, Higher Love, Dangerous, Rush, Should Be Higher, Angel, One Caress, Halo, Broken, (And Macro not because it specifically fits but just because its painfully horny) There are probably more but if you're vibing with any of these you probably just like Depeche Mode and can find more on your own. I also kinda just want to talk to someone who agrees with me and is like "woah, this is absolutely Varre music" I hope this benefits all you other weird people who want Varre to spit in your open mouth. Have a nice night.

-also yeah im trash and this fic is named after a DM song. Woops