Gabenath Oneshots [Discontinued And Completed]

New Ideas

It wasn’t long after he kissed her that Hawkmoth and Mayura seemingly disappeared. The question still loomed in the air, ‘where are Hawkmoth and Mayura now?’ It wasn’t as if they were completely out of commission, no, Gabriel and Nathalie still held their respective miraculous, except now the miraculous were only used for one thing. 

“Mayura,” Hawkmoth’s voice was husky, so full of lust, “I wanted to try something different tonight.”

Using the miraculous would enhance one's abilities; this included, endurance, stamina, agility, strength, even pain tolerance, but perhaps the biggest benefit for the couple, especially as they both aged, was the limited to almost no refractory period. 

Mayura hums, “and what did you have in mind?”

Hawkmoth takes his cane, the one that always appears as he transforms, and twirls it through his fingers, “just wanted to put something in that beautiful ass of yours.”

She wears a small smile as she agrees to this idea of his.

“Tell me if it becomes too much for you. You know the word to stop if this is too painful for you,” Hawkmoth reminds her.

Mayura hums once more acknowledgment but is rather preoccupied with the thought of what he was going to be doing to her. She starts to ache with the thought. Aroused and wet without him even touching her yet.

Mayura does know though, it was a part of their agreement, most of which was agreed to be flexible, free to experiment, and try new things. Though a safe word was something they both agreed was to strictly be followed, no matter the circumstance. Soon, of course, followed a safety signal in case either was gagged and needed to be free of their restraints one way or another. 

Another impressive thing about the miraculous was the creative design aspect. A costume was said to be the wearer's desire. When the miraculous had stopped being used to steal other miraculous, and only became a part of their sexual play, their outfits changed as well. Well, Mayura’s doesn’t appear to change until removing the dress revealing dark blue lingerie with a corset that was snug on her figure. Hawkmoth no longer had a bald cap, and wore a dark purple button-up shirt (several of the buttons were already undone), and tight black pants.

Hawkmoth begins to discard his lover’s clothing, or what little she has left covering her body. The delicate blue skin was soft and sensitive to each touch he provided her. He leaves a delicate trail of kisses down her chest, the calm before the storm in a way of sorts. Mayura, even if still unsure what this is leading up to, has always loved the buildup, everything that led to their intense play, the intense pleasure that came with it.

Then Mayura feels a finger prodding at her ass. It wasn’t as if the feeling was unfamiliar, although she would call it unexpected as anal sex was something that the couple didn’t typically participate in. Though she didn’t mind the change as she felt another finger slide into the tight rim of muscles. Slow work is done to stretch her though it doesn’t last long as she figures out why the cane hadn’t been discarded at the beginning of their time together. 

Picking it up from beside him, he teases the entrance he didn’t prepare first. When she’s sticking with arousal, practically dripping, it isn’t hard, or painful for the cane to slide into her heat. She moans as the pleasures build in her, unable to describe the bliss. It gets her feeling high, and then there is a sudden stop as he pulls it fully out of her. 

Mayura whines at the loss of feeling but a very new feeling comes to her as he changes his method and pushes the cane in her ass. 

“Good God!” she cries out.