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"Tell me, my Usurper, what would La Cathédrale think if they saw you right now, underneath me." Roathe could barely get the words out through the huge grin on his face.
Finally, he's gotten his oh, so beloved Usurper wrapped around his clawed finger.
You opened your mouth to protest, "Don't bring them into this, Roathe, what we do is none of their business." Your reply was straightforward and firm. You couldn't afford to show any kind of weakness where he could sink his claws in; you knew he was searching for such an opportunity.
But the weight of his body right on your thighs made you pause. When did you both even get to his bedroom? God damnit, why is his tail wrapped around your leg like that?! Damned bastard, making you drunk first during dinner and now...
"Roathe, I swear on Lua-"
"Swear all you want, Drifter, but we both know you don't believe in Gods, so please, conserve your energy."
His left hand moved down from your shoulder and ended up at the hem of your shirt. Still... he met your eyes, as if silently asking for permission - there's no way this man is suddenly this considerate, right? But as you didn't say a word, didn't give him a sign, he just sat on your thighs like a cat and didn't move a muscle.
"... F-fine," you muttered out and looked away for a moment. Why does he suddenly care about consent? You're already underneath him, so why not take the chance? Although... he has mentioned that his love life wasn't exactly pleasant. Maybe he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable and lead you to rejecting him? But a man like him wouldn't care, would he? A war general should rule with an iron fist, even in bed; that would be more in character for him.
You weren't given much time to think; his hand had already ridden the shirt up to your neck. Your head snapped to look back at him, almost forgetting what you agreed to, yet he had already moved his hand to unclasp the bra next. His right hand cupped one of your breasts, making you shudder at the coolness of his skin, and here you thought the Devil of Tau would be warm.
"Are you planning to just stare?"
"Am I not allowed? I believe it is quite charming to see you already squirming underneath me. I haven't even done anything yet!" Roathe cocked his head to the side and grinned again, before his expression went soft. He lowered his head to one of your nipples and took it into his mouth.
Immediately, you could feel his tongue and teeth working on it. Gods above, you never imagined that this could feel so good. He sucked and licked as if your nipple was doused in honey or hot wine. His hand squished your other boob tighter, drawing a low groan out of your throat.
Tangling your hand in his hair, you urged him closer, and he indulged in your request for a second before pulling away, though, not before biting your nipple and tugging it along, letting go with a sweet pop.
"What are you-"
"Hush now, dear."
He slowly moved down your body until he got to be between your legs. Then, he tugged your pants and panties downwards, until he got to throw them away onto the floor. Finally, arching down, Roathe's grinning mouth was face to face with your embarrassingly already wet slit. His breath ghosted over it, hot and making you squirm even more; he seemed to be quite enjoying this. Next, the Devil slithered his arms around your thighs, lifting slightly and bringing you closer to his agape mouth.
"Roathe-
You weren't allowed to finish your sentence yet again.
Rude!
He dragged his tongue up your folds and found your clit, thus making air catch in your throat. Fuck, the way he started circling his tongue there and pressing sloppy kisses made you see stars.
Your insides were already clenching and unclenching as he worked on you. You found yourself digging your fingers into his hair, urging him closer. You've never felt like this: you never imagined someone's mouth could feel this good. And here was Roathe, making your walls crumble with each flick of his tongue. It all looked so simple now.
Lowering his head, his tongue found your untouched entrance. Giving one final lick over your folds, he delved his tongue inside. "Mhnn, who knew my lover could taste so sweet?" He practically purred out and pressed his mouth closer, making his nose rub against your clit and giving you the much-needed friction. "Yes, squirm more for me, pet. Let me take care of you."
He ate you out like a starved beast, desperate to quench its thirst - his tongue thrusting in and out of you, lapping up the juices that had started flowing out of you. His nose rubbed against your clit with each little movement of his head. Sometimes, he'd move even closer and press his face against you even tighter. Sometimes, he'd pull away, only to give your quivering hole a hot puff of air from his mouth and dig back in.
"More, Roathe, I need m-more," you whined out and found yourself practically grinding against his face. It was embarrassing how easily he could get you to crumble just with his tongue.
Soon, you felt pressure building up between your legs, making you let out a tiny moan and press your thighs tighter against the sides of his head. Roathe mumbled something, but the pleasure was too much for you to hear his words well. Maybe it was a compliment, or a pouty mutter that he couldn’t breathe; the latter was unlikely - he’d be enjoying it.
You pressed the back of your hand against your mouth – a pathetic attempt of silencing those sweet moans and mewls spilling out of your mouth.
After a bit more of his relentless simulation, your back started arching off the bed; you started grinding against him with renewed vigor.
"R-Roathe- this- ah! I think I'm... I'm... fuck-"
He hummed against you in satisfaction, sending another wave of pleasure crashing over you. Roathe held you in place until your body went completely limp within his grasp, and only then did he allow you to collapse on the plush bed.
"Satisfied? My little minx, you were oh so delicious." Roathe chuckled and moved to loom above you, pressing his lips against yours and making you taste yourself on his tongue. "You were so good for me, squeezing my head with your thighs and pulling me closer. Heaven, I'll treasure this memory of you." Again, he was back at your chest and suckling on your nipple, gently tugging at it with his teeth. He didn't stop there, he started positioning his body better, so his crotch was right between your lightly parted legs.
That made you pause, does he even have a... You know? How does the protoframe serum work? Did it harden his lower body into metal as well?
"Your mind is wandering already, pet."
"m' sorry, I just... uhm."
Roathe silenced you with a low hum that sounded more like a growl. Perhaps he already knew what you were thinking.
"... I do have it." He began. "It has changed, but it's still mine." He whispered after pulling away from your wet and sweetly sucked nipple. "I'll be completely fine if you choose not to engage with it." You watched him as he sat back up on his haunches. Moving his loincloth aside, he revealed himself to you.
Your eyes widened for a moment, and you looked up to meet his eyes. The poor man looked so defeated; you had an assumption about why. Clearly, the protoframe serum has changed it, but not for the worse. It was of dark black shade, matching his warframe skin, with ridges along the length. The tip appeared to be more pointy than that of a humans.
"I've never been intimate, but..."
Hesitantly, you moved your hand to wrap around his hard length. You could feel it pulse with his heartbeat, you gripped it tighter, earning a soft groan from him.
"I think I can take it."
The way his eyes lit up made your heart ache with sorrow, had he really expected you to be repulsed by it? How many times has he been played with?
His cock was hot to the touch, the tip leaking a small bead of precum from arousal. You moved your thumb to the slit and spread the liquid over the tip. The ridges might hurt, though - you were willing to try, for him.
Slowly, you laid back down onto the bed and spread your thighs apart, just slightly. It was still somewhat embarrassing to show yourself so intimately to him - even if he had just eaten you out with much care.
Taking the cue, Roathe took your legs by the back of the knee and placed them over his shoulders. He moved forward until his face was above yours, and his hips were positioned to sweetly grind against your own.
"Now, my dear, it'd be best if you relaxed, I've found to learn the fact that women instinctively try and tense their bo-"
"Roathe." Your lips drew into a thin line and met his eyes. You weren't angry, of course not. "I'll be fine. I had a blade spear my hand, I'll handle this."
With a tentative nod and a faked pout, he lowered his head until both of your lips met with a soft and gentle kiss. The gentleness of it made your stomach flood with butterflies. His tongue darted out, slithering in past your lips and trying to pick a fight with your tongue.
You tangled your hand in his hair as if it were possible to pull him even closer. You needed more of him, and he did read your thoughts and body like a book. You felt a certain pulsating hot hardness pressing up against your folds.
Roathe thrusted his hips once, causing his cock to glide upwards against the folds, the tip rubbing your clit that he had previously made sensitive from the countless kisses. "You're doing splendidly." He murmured as he pulled away from your lips, diving his head lower to give some attention to your neck.
As he was searching for that sweet spot to sink his teeth into, his hips moved in the same monotonous manner. It was arousing. Truly. But the need to be filled was loud.
"Roathe... Damn it. I need you, s-stop with the teasing..."
Your wishes were granted.
You gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck as you finally felt him thrust forward, the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance until it gave in. Next came the ridges, which you could feel sliding with a slight cutting sensation inside, but it didn't hurt too much.
"My, my. Squeezing me like this? You're not making this easy for me." Roathe placed his hands at the sides of your head and began shifting his hips. Slowly, he withdrew until only the tip remained and thrusted back forward, making your body slide upwards across the blanket. His thrusts fell into a comfortable, not too fast rhythm.
It didn't hurt as much as you had expected, no, it was rather pleasurable.
His lips were also just as busy as his bottom half: kissing and biting that sweet spot of your neck, breathing hot puffs of air against the sweaty skin. With each thrust, you could feel the knot within your insides growing larger and tighter, threatening to break.
Before you knew it, his tempo started shifting from a rather lazy pace to something swifter. His thrusts grew deeper, and he made sure to dig his clawed fingers into the pillow, almost tearing it.
"Mghn..." Roathe grunted and squeezed his eyes shut against your neck. His hips were firmly against your body, too needy to pull away; he just kept trying to stuff his length deeper.
With one final, deep thrust, Roathe slammed deeply against you and snaked his arms around your back, threatening of collapsing against you.
At the same time, you felt a warm, familiar, yet still overwhelming wave of pleasure crash over you, making you dig your nails into his back and tense your body. The knot was untied and so you felt yourself coming along with him, walls clamping down against his cock, trying to milk every drop of his essence.
"Heavens, Drifter-" Roathe choked out against your neck as he felt himself spilling deep within you. He thrusted his hips forward one last time, grinding impossibly closer and went completely limp on top of you. His weight enveloped you like a warm, weighted blanket, soothing your tensed muscles and allowing you to breathe a sigh of content.
"That was... Good." You whispered against his pointed ear and moved your arms to hug him.
"Thank you."
"I should be the one that's thanking you for-"
"No."
"Stop cutting me off, seriously."
"Mnhn, I shall think about it later. Now, I believe I ought to clean you up."