Namjin Smut

Pretty Little Faun!

Written by :bvmblefawns

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Namjoon huffed in indignance.

From his fluffed hair, goat ears pressed against his head, eyes narrowed in annoyance and distrust. The way his hooves clipped sharply against prized marble flooring. Before him sat the Demon King, a being at least twenty feet tall, he was sure, with ebony horns curled around his ears that put Namjoon's own horns to shame. The demon licked his lips in interest as he lounged on his throne, magnificent maroon wings stretched while his spade-tipped tail swept through the air. "Approach me," he'd commanded the faun with a grin.

Why did he feel so compelled to obey? That damned gaze, glistening red eyes with the pupils of a serpent trained on his small form. Canines sharp and ready to mark, and bite. All of his teeth were sharp, it looked like.. still, his hooves carried him forward. He'd yet to take notice of the sounds of dripping behind him, nor the feeling of his drenched fur plastered to his thighs.

"And what business do you have with the Demon King, young traveller?" the king cooed, tilting his head. Namjoon, obviously taken thoroughly by his beauty, found it hard to answer. The wiggling tail behind him drew giggles and snickers from the guards lining the walls.

Well. What did he come here for? It was hard to remember, as he kept his gaze trained on the other. His memories were becoming hazier. "I.. I want to.." Think, Namjoon. What were you here for? It was.. "I came looking for you," he rasped. Where was his voice going? But he wasn't shocked. The king lifted his chin, seeming to understand.

The tail stilled from its perpetual motion, and pointed to the floor just at his feet. The faun obeyed wordlessly, walking onto the woven rug that led to the throne. Once he reached where the tail had indicated, his gaze once again focused on those impossibly alluring eyes..

Silken robes adorned his immaculate body in just the right way; enough skin showing to tease and rile, while covering the good parts of it all. A shaky bleat escaped Joon's chest before he could stop himself. He couldn't stop himself. His legs were trembling. Just as he had come to believe that it couldn't get any better.. the robes shifted and fell to his elbows while the fabric over his lap was moved away by his tail. It was at this moment, he found himself unable to stand, or to take his eyes away from the newly revealed phallus before him; he could have sworn that it was just as big as he himself was. By now, slick had soaked through his calves and now began pooling on the floor, undoubtedly soiling what had to be precious.

His own member was curled painfully against his stomach, fully unsheathed but more useless than he could ever imagine. The king had shrunken down to the faun's relative size, and further investigated why he sought out his court. Namjoon, unable to control himself, blurted out what he feared the most. "I want to fuck, your Majesty," he croaked. "I want to fuck your Majesty."

"You want to fuck me?" the king echoed, incredulous. Namjoon shamelessly nodded to agree. "Well then." A moment passed and the king lounged on the steps in front of the throne, pointing to the open space between his legs. The faun had no choice but to crawl, doing so with such a pitiful look in his wide, round eyes. His ears, which were flattened before, now pointed forward to strain over any words spoken. The ruler's cock, though a more tolerable size, still looked as if it would impale him if he sat down too quickly. "Dominate me," he was commanded.

His Majesty was met with a look of disbelief. It filled him with intrigue as he pulled Namjoon up by the chin. "You speak commonly, do you not?"

A tentative nod.

"Then show me that you deserve my magic. That I won't be wasting it on just a nobody faun."

Oh. Was that all? Wide-blown hazel eyes locked on the king, his full lips parting again. Not a bleat this time, but a tentative lick to the throbbing member presented to his face. When the king grinned in approval, he repeated his actions; thick stripes up the shaft, balls to tip. May as well do it right, right? It became second nature, losing more of his consciousness as he was watched under more intense scrutiny. He was becoming a toy.

The lapping turned desperate, especially when the guiding hand withdrew in favor of the demon leaning back for support. That tail looked a little.. closer now. He couldn't tell, really, his mind was hazed over completely. Namjoon wrapped his lips around the tip, readjusting his body to better suck His Majesty off. Soft groans from both parties could be heard across the court, one being more of a growl and the other a bleat. "Good, little one," came the soft praise, and the king's claw-tipped hand roughly shoved itself into his hair and gripped tightly. He bleated loudly in alarm, but was silenced by that hand forcing him further down on his cock.

Obediently he began to swallow, bobbing shallowly when he could. The little bleats spilled from his chest with his whines, tail behind him now speckling the floor with slick. He'd previously tried to use it to hide himself (as he was bent over and exposed), but every beat of his heart added to the puddle around his hooves.

A moment passed. The king pulled Namjoon away, earning a pitiful whimper and a drooly faun's pleading eyes, then just as easily turned him around and entered without warning or preparation. The result was Namjoon's hands and hooves scrabbling madly at the floor, panting until his vision began clouding just as well. Meanwhile the king was on about omegas or whatnot, being so pleasurable from their self-lubrication and the euphoria it brings. No answer from the faun, while his scrabbling soon stopped in favor of savoring the slow, delicious stretch that the cock inside of him brought about. Slick, now plugged inside of him, continued to pour and create the most pleasurable pressure he could have ever imagined.. the heat of his walls sent the king into a hissing fit, before he simply bit down on Namjoon's shoulder.

Right. Incubi were.. very particular. He wasted no time in moving his hips, the faun moaning hoarsely in a matching rhythm, demon's tail wrapped around his member and toying with the screaming tip. It should have been a shame that he was leaking precum so early on.

"Look at yourself!" the king laughed, pulling Namjoon's head up to gaze at the mirror created before him. Tears and snot running down his face, bloodshot eyes, cum across his belly and up his chest just to drip onto the floor. More cum mixed with his own lube puddled on the marble beneath them both. His body jolted and squirmed with every slap of skin against skin, thighs quivering in effort to remain upright. The mirror then disappeared, revealing again the court's loyal guards.

"Open the doors, guards! Let the townspeople inside! Let them witness the pathetic faun who dared come into my sight, daring to challenge my throne.. and failing just so miserably! Go! Open them, quickly!" No more words were exchanged as they hastily carried out their task, revealing pesky eavesdroppers who had listened to the entire grueling ordeal.. and more came behind them. Entering the court and kneeling in reverence to their ruler, bowing their heads to the throne before stepping back and clearing way for others. An audience was growing, just to watch Namjoon-

"P-lease!! Please, your Ma-Majesty, please.. let me cum again, I need it, I need it so bad it hurts me, it hurts me it- it hurts me.." he cried out suddenly, knees finally giving way and sending his lower half to the steps. The king simply cackled, dragging his claws across previous marks as he gave a final hard thrust, watching as Namjoon's hooves began to scrape against the floor again, back arching and fists balling as he pumped the hybrid with his seed. "Thank you-.." Remaining still was just as agonizing as being pounded through his nth orgasm anyway. "Thank you.. your Majesty, thank you, please.. thank you for filling me and for everything-"

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