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kinktober 2024: deepthroat (karlach x wyll)

day four is deepthroat and karlach is the throat goat

!! deepthroating, blowjobs, inexperienced character (in the way that wyll is not used to his devil form)

"It's really not as bad as you think, Wyll," Karlach said, her voice low in the peaceful quiet of the evening, yet full of familiar warmth. She glanced over at the Blade of Frontiers who sat fitfully at her side and tried not to stare at the new set of horns that jutted out from his forehead, or the hellish-features that had mingled with his still-handsome face. Mizora had certainly cursed him with devilish traits and an infernal visage, but the brave man she had grown to cherish the company of was still very much there beneath it all. The devil hadn't stripped him of anything truly important – except, perhaps his pride, and even that Karlach hoped was temporary. She hated seeing him so weighed down by shame and self-doubt. It only made her hatred for Mizora burn impossibly hotter within her chest as the pair of them stared out over the water of a shallow creekbed.

"I don't even recognize myself anymore," he muttered, his hand brushing against the base of one of the curling horns atop his head. "How could anyone–"

"Stop that," Karlach interrupted and turned to face him fully, grasping his wrist. She looked directly into his dark, devilish eye, her own gaze filled with determination. "You're still Wyll. You haven't changed inside. Just a new pair of horns and a couple more ridges here and there, but it's not all bad, you know? Some good things come from the hells," she wriggled her brows playfully, referring to herself, of course. "And I'll prove it to you, if you'll allow me."

Before he could respond, the tiefling was already sinking to her knees in front of him, her hands gently pushing his thighs apart. Slowly, she gave him ample time to object. He didn't turn her away, though his breath hitched slightly and a deep flush shadowed his cheeks as he realized what she'd meant.

"You're still worth it. So much more than you realize," she murmured as she began to inch for his belt. Her pretty lips curled upwards into a grin as she unfastened his trousers.

Wyll's breath hitched when she wrapped a warm hand around his cock, already fat in her hand with anticipation and their former proximity. He looked down at the beautiful tiefling between his thighs as she scooted forward, her breath ghosting over the sensitive tip of his dick as she eyed what was clearly new. His fingers gripped the edges of the old bench below him and he averted his eyes from hers, still unsteady in his new form and unable to hold such a confident gaze, even more so in such a vulnerable position.

Karlach didn't give him another second to doubt himself. "Let me show you how good this new body of yours can feel," she whispered, then waited for his approval before she descended onto him with her mouth.

Her grip on the tops of his muscular thighs tightened as she sucked the ruddy head into her mouth, her tongue flattening against the underside to get a taste. He was girthier than she remembered him being, and mildly stiffer in the way that tieflings and devil-kin tended to be around their more angled body parts. She barely allowed him a chance to adjust to her tongue before she wrapped a hand around his thick base and slid him in further into her mouth. When he tapped the back of her throat, she still had her entire fist – and more – left to go.

Wyll gasped – the sensation of a warm mouth around him was so much more intense than he remembered. His newly heightened senses cause every flick and slide of her fiery tongue to make his toes curl – his fingers to dig into the muscle of his thigh. Every sudden shift of pressure as she bobs her head, taking him deeper and deeper into her tight throat was making his head spin in circles. He couldn't believe how good it felt – he thought it was good before. His vision blurs as his body responds to a groping hand under the weight of his balls, each little squeeze and gentle knead sending a sudden jolt of pleasure zinging up his spine.

Each time Karlach ascends off of him to take a breather, Wyll is convinced that she won't attempt to take him any further. He's bigger than he used to be – thicker and decently longer – and the strange, uneven ridges that line the sides simply cannot be pleasant against the delicate flesh of her lips (though Karlach would beg to differ). So when Karlach gives him a cheeky wink and gives him a good stroke from root to tip with her hand – "You doing alright, Soldier?" – Wyll is already way out of his mind.

She takes his leaking tip back between her lips and closes tight around his shaft, pressing deeper down to her previous record then impossibly more, swallowing him inch by inch until her nose buries itself deep into soft curls of dark pubic hair. He throbs and drools uncontrollably.

Nestled snug in her throat, the poor warlock has forgotten how to breathe, the mass of sensations nearly too much to bear. Her throat tightens around him and the vibrations of her pleased hum against his cock send his mind blinking somewhere far away, his foreign, devilish body reeling with pure, glorious pleasure. Without thinking, his hips instinctively buck forward in a desperate search for more, and Wyll forgets how strong the tiefling is until she's forcing him back against the bench with a force that knocks his breath from his lungs. Absolutely overwhelmed by the feelings coursing through his nerves, he can do nothing but cling to her as she claims him with her mouth, one hand gripping her horn while his other presses firmly against his mouth to hinder his heaving breaths and moans.

One more tight constriction of her throat, and Wyll becomes entirely overwhelmed by a euphoria unlike anything he had ever felt before.