Blood & Marriage🩸Feyd Rautha x f! Reader

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He lifted you to feet by your waist.

"Look how well you fit against me," he purred, taking one of your hands to lace his fingers with yours, mouth on yours.

bold, hot creature, licking the tip of his tongue experimentally, exhaling between his teeth, the na baron thought—

he did it back, slowly, instinctivley angling to get it deeper, wet loud popping when he pulled away.

pulses of pleasure began, you could feel the sticky wet dampening the pitiful excuse for a shirt.

oddly hot fingers skated up the slippy material, followed by a thumb rubbing circles right over that little place that made you bite a lip, and for a second you let it happen, more than tolerant, lids turning heavy at the sight of a hand stuffed up the shirt and moving shamelessly underneath bunched fabric.

"Oh God—," you gasped, gripping his wrist.

"Hush hush," it was bad, "there we are."

and plain wrong, to let him have you in such a temper, "give in to it. Give me this," but felt so good.

"give into me." he whispered, sighing at your full body shiver, "my beautiful little doe, I felt that," and he skated a tongue over your bottom lip. "Let me have you entirely."

Feyd Rauthas black mouth filled with saliva, heat of your cunt making his cock stir, made it push against your covered belly uncomfortably—

maybe you didn't know you were rolling your hips, meeting each hurried stroke of your soaked pussy as he kissed your neck, encouraging you to expose it to his bared teeth. "Good girl," he breathed, feeling your pussy flutter. "My only, my forever."

"F—Feyd," your balled fist gripped his back, his chest solid beneath them, both your breaths torchy as he hiked your clothes up.

When Rautha found your pussy drenched, he did some lulling 'shhh', "so wet for me already, do you need me?"

"Yes"

After letting spit drool onto his fingers he massaged your aching clit by rubbing it between each of your puffy pussy lips, his spit running down your thighs, the crack of your ass, pooling underneath.

"Tell me you need me." toying with the fat pearl with teasing taps of his finger pad, he tilted his head, "well?"

and he found that ticklish spot on your throat, kissing it with his full, full, perfect lips, your feet kicking out with a vulgar little squeal.

"Say you want me." and he gripped your hair to make you look into his blown black eyes, "tell me."

"I want, fffuchhk, yes yes yes, I need, want—," your tongues lapped together, "I want you."

and he was experimental as he dipped a pinkie around the drooling hole, biting your ear, "need to come, no? Right between my thighs, fuck—," he held you tighter as he slipped a finger in, his mouth wide open while he pressed his forehead to the side of your cheek, "almost to tight for even that," groaning in your hair, "pretty, warm cunts trying so hard to push me out—,"

a rough thumb rubbed your thumping clit, little finger curling, his swollen cock bulging, "want me to bend you over and fuck your right now? Say yes," he hissed, lapping the corner of your screwed shut eye where a tear formed, "I'll fuck you asleep, let you lie on my naked chest, wake you up with these—,"

You yelped at bare hands on a tit, curled toes as he pinched a nipple, slipping a breast from your dress to contort like the snake he was to flicker a tongue over a sensitive nipple, "suckled in my mouth."