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Prompt, write, draw, comment, and most importantly have fun!
(You can also check out our Pinboard for Filled or Unfilled prompts)
UPDATE 3/2/2017: Per the Rules thread: Do not hijack prompts. If someone posts a prompt for one pairing, don't comment to say "I want to see this for [other kink]" - post your own prompt for the other kink). To that end, if you are unclear on a prompter's kinks/DNWs, please feel free to ask about them. If you ask about kinks/DNWs or to clarify a prompt, you are in no way obligated to fill it.
Additionally: Do not repost prompts from the previous round in their entirety. By this we mean copying and pasting prompts without any changes. If you see a similar prompt to a prior prompt, that is not a repost. Obviously prompts that are reposted per the above rule do not count either. (After all, they will be similar but not the same.)
ROUND TWO IS NOW CLOSED FOR PROMPTS!
Go ahead and keep on filling away, we will open up round three for prompts at 0000 EST, Saturday April 22, 2017.
Fill (2/3): Regis/Noctis Ascension into Power
Date: 2017-03-20 06:46 pm (UTC)....................
"Sit on the alter," Gladiolus instructed.
Noctis complied and sat on the edge where his father had been moments ago...
Where his father had been many years ago.
Gladios stood in front of Noctis. "I'll be the one to undress you."
"I think I can take my own cloths off, thanks," Noctis grumbled, averting his eyes.
"Not for this you can't."
Noctis clicked his tongue. "Right, right, submission. Yeah." He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything else but the subtle tug of his clothes as his Shield worked open the buttons of his overcoat and eased it over his shoulders. Noctis shrugged his arms to allow the garment to be removed completely. He began to tremble when he felt Gladiolus tug his tie off before unfastening the buttons on his dress shirt.
"Is it easier for you like that?"
"Hm?"
"With your eyes closed, I mean."
"Oh, Um. Yeah." Noctis swallowed hard. "Sorry, I don't really think I could look at you right now.
"No need to apologize.
Noctis was thankful for his Shield's understanding. He had expected a duty-bound servent of the Crown to tell him to suck it up or stone being a coward, but perhaps even Gladiolus understood that sometimes it just was not that easy.
Clarus and Regis shared a knowing look. Regis had had his eyes closed through this part of his own ritual; throughout most of his ritual, in fact.
"I know you're just as excited as Noctis right now," Clarus whispered, "but don't you think you ought to start getting yourself ready?"
The ragged breath that Regis took perfectly matched his son's from earlier. "I suppose I should. Help me?"
"Of course Your Majesty." Clarus helped Regis unbuckle and remove his armored shoulder piece and cape. At the same time a few yards away, Gladiolus lifted Noctis' undershirt over his head, rendering him fully topless. Regis willed himself to take in the sight of his son's smooth, pale skin and the quivering rises and fall of the sparsely muscled chest. The King sighed as he unclasped the buckle of his belted coat, allowing Clarus to take it from him. Noctis was beautiful, built like his mother with her eyes and cheekbones as well, and Regis knew with an unsettling fusion of relief and shame that he may not find it a difficult to perform as he had first thought. There was already a heat coiling at his core at the anticipation of the act to come.
"What of your knee, Your Majesty?" Clarus asked, bringing Regis' mind out of his lewd thoughts of his own son.
"Remove the brace. There should be cushion enough on the alter."
Simultaneously, both Ameticia Shields dropped to their knees; Claru to remove the intricate brace from the King's knee, and Gladiolus to remove the Prince's shoes and socks.
Noctis, eyes still closed, could feel his father's eyes on him. He dared to open his eyes and instantly regretted doing so. His eyes met those of his father, and while there was a still a distinctly paternal love and reassurances there, Noctis could see something...else; something primal that shook Noctis and caused a feeling akin to betrayal twist in his gut. With his eyes and only his eyes, because his voice was useless and he knew it, he pleaded with his father. For what he did not know, but when that something else only intensified, he could not contain the tears and the silent sob that forced their way out of him.
When Gladios stood quickly, Noctis tightly closed his eyes again. "This isn't happening," he muttered to himself.
Gladiolus rubbed Noctis' arms in a gesture that the was meant to be comforting but only served to instill more fear. "Shhh, hey, it's okay. You'll be alright, just breath, Noct."
"This isn't happening, this isn't happening," he repeated multiple times over, growing louder and more desperate. "This isn't happening!" Now in full panic, Noctis slapped his Shield's hands away and shoved at the larger mans chest, but Gladiolus was unmoving.
"NOCTIS!"
Hearing his name shouted so sternly snapped him out of his tirade. His erratic breathing, the only sound in the deafening silence, slowly leveled and when he no longer felt as though his heart would tear itself from his chest, he opened his eyes again to meet his father's.
"You must compose yourself, Son," Regus said, approaching. Gladiolus stepped aside to make way for him. The King tenderly took hold of his son's chin and tilted his head up. "This is how you will become the king that Lucis needs."
Noctis nodded. "Ye...yes, Father."
"Good." Regis stepped aside and nodded to Gladiolus. "Continue."
Even the young Shield was visibly shaken, but duty kept him composed. He took back his position in front of Noctis. "Stand."
His legs trembled and barely held him, but Noctis managed to comply. He kept his eyes open this time and watched as Gladiolus unfastened his belt and pants and then, finally, pulled his pants and underwear down at once. He stepped out of each pant leg one at a time. He was now completely naked.
His task complete, Gladiolus took his place at his father's side. Clarus leaned over to whisper in his son's ear. "You did well; you stayed focused. I'm proud of you, Son." Gladiolus only nodded in response. Clarus would have one small task later, but the Shields would largely be silent spectators for the remainder of the ritual.
Now it was Regis, dressed only in his silver undershirt and black pinstriped pants, who stood before the nude Noctis. "Lay down on the alter, son. Legs apart and knees bent."
"Yes, Father." His response was barely a whisper, and Noctis did as he was told. Once again, he closed his eyes.
Once Noctis lay upon the alter, the light from the Crystal brightened and a hum that could be felt rather than heard radiated from it.
"The Crystal is pleased," the King declared.
Regis unfastened his belt and pants and pulled them down just enough to revile himself. Already semi-erect, he took himself in hand and stroked. He gave into the wicked part of his mind that told him how gorgeous Noctis looked and drank in the sight of his son's slender form. He was disappointed though not the least bit surprised that Noctis was completely flaccid. He held out his free hand, and Clarus took his cue. He produced as small vile of viscous blue-tinted liquid and gave it to the King. Regis poured a small amount onto his hand and continued stroking himself to full erection, the warm slickness adding to the pleasurable touch. He allowed himself a quiet moan and failed to notice how the sound made Noctis cringe.
Once Regis was fully erect, he poured more of the lubricant on his hand.
"Noctis," he spoke softly, "I'm going to prepare you. It's best that you try and relax."
Noctis nodded and tried to will the tension away, but it was easier said than done. He heard his father climb onto the alter an hover over him, he felt his clothes legs brush against his bare ones. He smelled his father's earthy cologne and the sickly sweetness of the lube provided by Clarus.
"I'm going to touch you now," Regis warned. "Please try not to flinch away. This lubricant is infused with magic and specially formulated to numb pain and intensify pleasure. As long as you relax, this shouldn't hurt much." Noctis gave no response but Regis did not wait. He lowered his lubed hand between his son's legs and pressed his middle finger to the tight entrance, gently messaging in a circle.
Noctis hissed through his teeth at the foreign sensation. He surprised himself that he did not flinch away. He tensed even more, however, and once again willed himself to relax. He tried to focus only on his own breathing.
Inhale. Count to ten. Exhale. Count to ten. With no idea where he should put his hands he left them at his sides and gripped the soft sheets. Inhale. Count to ten. Exhale. Count to ten.
Eventually Noctis relaxed enough that Regis deemed is safe to slowly push his finger inside. Noctis grunted at the intrusion, but did not fight the digit that slowly worked it's way inside him. It was very uncomfortable, but not particularly painful and not at all pleasurable.
That is, until it was. Once his finger was as deep as it could go, Regis curled his finger upward and instantly found the bundle of nerves deep inside of Noctis that caused the young Prince to cry out suddenly and arch his back off the alter.
A small smile curled onto the King's lips. Knowing that Noctis was no longer in any discomfort thanks in large part to the magic infusion in the lube, he poured a few more drops onto a second finger and added it in, working both apart slowly and diligently, noticing that as he did so Noctis was beginning to harden.
Noctis suppressed humiliating moans brought on by the enexpected spike of pleasure. He hated that it felt so good. By all rights it should NOT feel so good to have his father's fingers buried inside the most personal part of him but he could not fight it. When a third finger being added brought on an indescribably amazing stretched feeling, he stopped caring about fighting it and let his voice go, moaning freely.
Regis leaned down, careful to put most of his weight on his left leg, and whispered, "Are you ready, Noctis?"
Noctis nodded. "Yes."
Regis withdrew his hand and poured the last of the lubricant onto it, coating himself liberally. He ignored how his knee protested despite the cushion underneath it and hooked his arms under his son's knees, lining himself up. He held nothing back, and with one hard thrust, the King was buried to the hold inside the Prince.
The Crystal crackled and its magic pulsed in the air and settled onto the father and son joined on the alter. The power surged through them, intensifying the bliss of the tight heat surrounding Regis and the throbbing fullness inside of Noctis. Fueled by the Crystal's power, Regis thrust hard into Noctis. He moaned and Noctis cried out in the pleasure they were both lost in, the audience of their Shields and the shame of their incest long forgotten. The Crystal pulsated in time with the King's powerful thrusts.
Regis gripped Noctis by his hip with one hand and took his now hard and throbbing member in the other, pumping in time with the surges of magic in the air. Noctis moved his hands from their place tangled in the sheets by his side in favor of gripping his father's forearms.
"Please...Dad..." Noctis panted, "The Crystal...magic...so good...so close...."
"Yes, Noctis! Yes...Notciiisss...!"
Regis called out his son's name as one last thrust brought both of their release at once. The Crystal let out a CRACK so loud it was physically painful and a flash of light that momentarily blinded the rooms occupants. Or rather, the two who were not already blinded by the explosion of mutual orgasm.
Then, just as suddenly as it had reacted, the Crystal returned to its normal, dormant state, leaving Regis and Noctis a panting sweaty tangle upon the alter to bask in their afterglow.
....................
Well, that's a thing that just happened... Part three soon to come; aftermath, a little aftercare courtesy of Ignis and a glimpse into the convoluted mind of Regis.
Re: Fill (2/3): Regis/Noctis Ascension into Power
Date: 2017-03-20 06:58 pm (UTC)Poor Noctis. And also, poor past!Regis. I wonder how that ritual got started.
Re: Fill (2/3): Regis/Noctis Ascension into Power
Date: 2017-03-20 10:34 pm (UTC)Re: Fill (2/3): Regis/Noctis Ascension into Power
Date: 2017-03-21 12:03 am (UTC)Re: Fill (2/3): Regis/Noctis Ascension into Power
Date: 2017-03-21 03:01 am (UTC)