Prompt Post Round Six
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Fill: Lunoct + Ignoct, 'Devotion', 2/?
Date: 2018-01-28 06:10 am (UTC)It was a larger truck of sorts, but the inside was built like a home, the upstairs a lush bedroom and the downstairs hosting a full kitchen (much to Ignis’s joy and relief), dining area, living space, bathroom, and a smaller bedroom for Ignis. The most fascinating part of it all, however, was the revelation that it could drive itself, completely independent of Ignis’s input save for typing coordinates or giving vocal commands.
“And it is…entirely safe.” Ignis asked for about the 30th time if the exasperated sigh from the mechanic was any indication.
“Why yas, it is.” She handed over the keys to Ignis, scooting out of the way as some of the staff began to load up the vehicle with cases of the king and queen’s garments. Ignis had already stowed his own modest case away into his designated bedroom. “Wouldn’t have his highness and Lady Lunafreya in anything but the safest pahssible vehicle. Been tested again and again. Worse comes tuh worse, it can be manually driven.”
Ignis nodded in understanding, of course she would take every precautionary measure, wanting only the best and safest method of transportation. He was impeccably grateful for her efforts, thanking her once more before she left, undoubtedly headed back to Hammerhead.
He spent the remainder of his time tracing along the cervices and lines of his new surroundings, categorizing it all as he mapped it out in his mind. He was just running his pointer finger over the heavily ornamented dashboard for the fifth time before he heard commotion outside. The slightly lopsided steps of his king accompanied by the familiar steps of Lunafreya, Prompto, and Gladio.
“Take care, Iggy!” Prompto had reached up, ruffling a bit of his finely styled hair, which Ignis simply shook his head and gave him an amused smile.
“And actually try to relax a bit.” He could hear the shield’s smirk. “You might be babysitting his highness and the blushing bride, but it is a vacation.”
“Yeah, you gotta try and vacate! Uh, I mean…” Prompto stammered before giving up the joke with a confused chuckle.
With a few more preparations and goodbyes, they were off on their journey. Ignis was pleased and a bit touched at the attention to detail Cidney had taken for the controls of the vehicle, the lettering and the various insignia all raised for ease of use.
Their first stop would be Galdin Quay to partake in a special dish made in celebration of their union from a rather ambitious young chef. If memory served correctly, said chef had helped prepare some fish for one of Noctis’s stray cat friends years ago on their journey. However, they had a long ways to go and Ignis settled into the couch of the living space, keeping himself busy with text-to-speech articles on the latest political news.
“C’mon, Iggy.” That familiar voice of his liege instantly caused a smile to blossom over his features, the articles long forgotten. Noctis seemed to always have had that effect on him. “Take Prompto’s advice and vacate your work for once.” He chuckled, sitting down on the couch and patting the center of Ignis’s chest twice with the back of his hand.
“I suppose I could…” He placed the reading device back into it’s designated bag and placing it onto the coffee table, trading it for a cup of Ebony. “…it is nice to put work aside…although I do wonder what his highness is doing down here as opposed to attending to his queen.” It was a bit cheeky, Ignis knew that, but he couldn’t help but indulge in a bit of banter despite Noctis’s status. It was just how their relationship was, but he truly did wonder why Noctis wasn’t with Lady Lunafreya.
“About that, Specs…she, uh, sent me down here to invite you to our bedroom.” The king managed to speak out, barely above a whisper at the forced casualness.
If he hadn’t just swallowed down his Ebony, he’s pretty sure he would have choked on it at Noctis’s words. “I beg your pardon, Noct?” All formality dropped as he gawked a tad.
Noctis rubbed the back of his own neck in a nervous fashion, repetitive enough where Ignis could pick up on the very motion based on the sound of it. “We just…wanted you to come up.” Perhaps Ignis was simply on edge given that knowing tone from the queen the previous night.
“I…of course, your grace. Give me a moment for preparation of lunch and I will join you both.” He cleared his throat, head hung over as he tried to imagine what color the carpet of the living space was in an attempt to remain calm.
“Works for me, Specs.” He patted his adviser on the thigh before uneven steps indicated his ascent.
Why would they have a need to invite Ignis to their room? He pawed the question and reasoning around his mind as he moved seamlessly around the kitchen, preparing potatoes and fish for a simple but delicious stew he knew both would enjoy. As he sniffed at each seasoning to ensure it was the proper one before adding it to the stew, he mulled over the possibilities further.
Talking about the trip could easily wait for lunch time and didn’t require him to be an occupant of their bedroom. Perhaps there was an issue with the furniture or accommodations? But Cidney had attended to every single detail and his highness and Lady Lunafreya would hardly be caught up on something trivial or overly vain.
He ceased wracking is brain for any level of justification for the request as he placed the pot on the stove, allowing it to cook on a low temperature. Satisfied with his work, but nerves still somewhat bubbling in the pit of his stomach, he ascended the stairs with careful steps.
“Iggy-” Noctis began, voice coming from the direction of the bed as Ignis took a step forward. Something was…off. He sounded breathless, not quite distressed, but strained nonetheless…
“Hush, love.” Lady Lunafreya sounded from behind Ignis, where he knew there to be a plush love seat of sorts from his rounds earlier that day, adored with fluffy pillows and a soft blanket.
“Is everything alright?” Ignis wasn’t sure what he walked into. He didn’t quite feel like there was any true danger, but that simple command from the queen jarred him, her voice almost predatory in nature. He tilted his head back and forth between the newlyweds slowly, awaiting a response.
“It’s quite alright.” She began, shifting a bit where she sat. “You see…our beloved Noctis is laid bare on our bed, lubricated and shivering…erect and hastily losing his senses…”
Ignis swallowed, the air suddenly feeling heavy and his mind swimming. Did she speak the truth? What in the world had he stumbled onto? This had to be some feverish dream manifested from exhaustion in the deep crevices of his mind and hidden fantasies, creeping up as Ignis suffered his own form of loneliness is silence. “What…”
“Come now, dear Ignis…” Playful, almost innocent. “…any being of Eos from Insomnia to Altissa can sense how you slaver over Noctis.” Despite the lack of the maliciousness in her tone, the adviser’s blood ran cold, sweat manifesting itself at the base of his collar.
“No, I-” The denial fell short in the heavy air before it began, a shaky breath the only sound as Ignis felt tears pinprick his sightless eyes. He had kept it hidden for so long, but now…now it had all been undone. Where did this leave him? Surely dismissed, perhaps excommunicated, oh…the thought of being away from his king, unable to serve the man he existed to live for…
“Calm yourself, dear Ignis…” When had the queen gotten so close? The hand placed gently on his shoulder, tilting his head to face the direction of the bed. She leaned in close to his ear, warm breath tickling so. “…imagine your king…wanton and open…mere feet from you and in desperate need of consort…of pleasure only you can give him.”
“Your highness.” He choked, tongue suddenly feeling too thick, clothes too warm.
“Iggy, please-!” Noctis keened then, a suddenly noise of wet squelching that can only be described as downright indecent filling Ignis’s ears.
“Why don’t you see to that pleasure, hmm?” The queen cooed, before taking light steps back to her seat, eyes heavily gazing at Ignis’s broad, shivering shoulders.
“I…don’t…I have never…” The confession added more flush to Ignis’s reddened face.
“Do not fear…for I’ll guide you in achieving euphoria.” Confident and gentle as Ignis took one step forward, hand reaching out to the bed and caressing the king’s ankle. “Adore the length of his leg with those beautiful, scarred lips of yours…do not stop until I tell you to do so.”
Ignis’s head swam as he knelt on the bed, spine shivering at the soft noise of desire from Noctis’s throat, laying a soft kiss to the juncture of his ankle and foot.
Re: Fill: Lunoct + Ignoct, 'Devotion', 2/?
Date: 2018-01-28 06:48 am (UTC)Fill: Lunoct + Ignoct, 'Devotion', 3/?
Date: 2018-01-28 10:15 pm (UTC)“Your majesty, I...” He stammered, he could hear his own heartbeat thundering in his ears.
“Please do not stop.” The queen breathed out in his peripheral, voice husky and bothered.
Ignis had no choice but to obey, kissing up to the crux of his thigh, feeling the heat there and the way Noctis shivered, spine arching and shifting. He kissed the sensitive skin there, growing bold and stealing a small lick.
“O-Oh, Astrals, Iggy...” He breathed out, feeling a hand slip through his carefully styled hair, mushing it up and undoubtedly retracting coated in his hair gel.
“Suckle on the head of his cock.” Commanding, there was no room for argument. “But do be gentle, sweet king, for our dear Iggy is virginal.”
Ignis felt heat blossom across his chest, knowing he must be positively red as he moved in closer. He reached a hand out, a finger grazing the heated flesh and he could feel Noctis’s shiver. “Oh...” Head positively swamped. This had to be some painfully erotic, strange dream conjured by his sexually repressed mind Ignis thought to himself for the umpteenth time. If it was...Ignis truly didn’t feel like waking up just yet. He managed a hand around the king’s length, poking his tongue out as drool followed. Slavering, indeed, but found it easy to lick over his liege’s length.
Oh, the noises that followed. They were downright sinful as Ignis wrapped his marred lips around the tip of his king, salty but pleasant once he began suckling. “Fuck...please!” He bucked once, gagging Ignis. But he wouldn’t fail, swallowing around the intrusion as his throat burned, bobbing his head. He was aware of Noctis removing his visor and only in the back of his mind registered her highness tutting.
“It would appear dear Noctis simply lacks patience.” She sounded about as breathless and wrecked as Ignis felt. Perhaps...she had begun to pleasure herself. A slight hitch as she exhaled and rustling confirmed Ignis’s suspicions. “But it has become clear to me that I underestimated your prowess...clearly you were born to pleasure his highness.”
Ignis shivered at the bizarre streaming of praise. But it was true, he was made for his king, lived and would die for him, of course. The fact he was receiving approval from them both, it felt...euphoric. And he was suddenly painfully aware of his own arousal.
Noctis tangled both hands into his hair, fucking his face roughly at Lunafreya’s command for several moments, before she demanded that he stop. “Come now, dear consort....I believe it best for you to disrobe.”
His throat ached and lips tingled, wet as he wiped the spit on the back of his glove. He slowly rose from the bed, beginning with said gloves and not stopping until he stood there, bare. Subconsciously he was aware that his hair was completely ruined, hung heavily over his face.
The queen had taken note of this, chuckling softly. “You are quite a sight, isn’t he? Ruby lips from pleasuring his king...hair loose and free, quite a sight indeed.”
“Fucking gorgeous...” Noctis hummed out and Ignis flinched a little, heart hammering in his chest. He was marred in scars, painfully aware of it as he felt two sets of eyes observing every inch of his flesh. He had never exposed himself to another like this, but he would bury his insecurities if it meant pleasing Noctis.
“I do believe your consort needs a dose of affirmation, my sweet king.” She hummed. Ignis felt a hand lead him back to the bed, sliding onto his knees as Noctis pulled him into a sudden and deep kiss, licking the taste of himself from Ignis’s wet and willing mouth.
He couldn’t help how his body had reacted, arching as his king rubbed over a nipple, gasping when he felt a mark sucked into his neck which would surely be visible for all to see once it had healed. “Your highness...” He trembled, voice sounding foreign to his ears. “...please, I...”
“Iggy...” Sweet, but heavy and riddled with lace. “...I need you, inside...please, won’t you?” Noctis cradled his face, pushing their foreheads together before giving a soft, more delicate kiss.
He settled atop of Noctis, hovering between his highness’s thighs, leaning in and kissing along his throat. Reinvigorated by the encouraging touches and words of his liege, Ignis smiles sweetly. “Anything your grace desires, I will give...”
Re: Fill: Lunoct + Ignoct, 'Devotion', 3/?
Date: 2018-01-29 08:30 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Lunoct + Ignoct, 'Devotion', 3/?
Date: 2018-01-29 10:29 am (UTC)Fill: Lunoct + Ignoct, 'Devotion', 4/5
Date: 2018-01-30 02:20 am (UTC)Oh, he made so many sweet noises. They painted a vivid picture of just how his king must look. Debauched, shaken, and so clearly wanting. He ran his hands up Noctis’s midsection, fingers ghosted over his nipples before he kissed there, settling over him. “How is this, your highness?”
“Beautiful…” The queen sighed, shifting her legs wider as she stroked over her clit, gasping out. Ignis’s body was slender, long and taunt and muscular and looked absolutely breathtaking against her groom’s.”…Ignis…he’s positively dripping, hole agape and needy…why don’t you suckle his neck…mark him…”
He could picture his liege, spread and shivering, pawing at him. He followed her order, licking hungrily where his fingers had stroked that muscular column. He followed up with his own suckling mark, hoping that it matched the blessed red blooming on his own throat. Noctis continued to cry out and pant, pleasure vibrating down his adviser’s spine.
After a moment of soft kisses exchanged, her highness commanded more. “He’ll reach euphoria without your own pleasure, dear Ignis…while it is true that you would endeavor anything for your king…we are not cruel, it’s time you penetrated him. Noctis, guide his hand and his cock.”
Ignis felt his own flush spreading down to his collarbone, Noctis’s careful hands pulling him down to settle over him completely, legs wrapped bracketing his thighs. “I’m so glad…that I’ll be your first, Iggy…” He stammered out.
“The honor is all mine, o-oh!” He shivered, those careful hands wrapped around his length, stroking him thoroughly for a few moments. “N-Noct!”
Then, he felt Noctis’s ankles on the lower of his spine, pushing and urging him forward. Forward and inside his liege. It was too much, so tight and hot and wet and Noctis keened breathlessly.
“Fuck, fuck!” Ignis truly couldn’t fault Noctis for the words ripped from his lungs, but it was shocking…so loud and breathless, yet so Noct. “C’mon, Iggy…m-muh…move…please…”
“Do it.” The queen commanded.
Ignis took in a deep, steadying breath before he rocked his hips, gasping out. “Astrals, Noct…!” His head swam, his heart pounded, his length throbbed. Not even in his wildest dreams or ideals did he ever imagine he would be here, draped over his secretive, crying out love with each buck of his hips. It was too much, so much, and the tears began to fall without his consent.
“Oh, Iggy…so good…” Noctis grinned and Ignis could hear it in his voice as he felt his cheeks caressed, tears brushed aside with soft thumbs. “…fuck, so good…harder, please, Specs…I need…”
He heard her majesty gasp out, the wet sounds of fingers sliding inside of herself registering just barely under Noctis’s loud mewls and cries for more.
“Luna…oh, look at you…” Noctis groaned, the sight of his wife coming causing his own eyes to roll back in his head, Ignis hitting just the right spot inside, another cry as he began digging into his adviser’s back. “…I’m gettin’ close, so close…”
“As am I…o-oh, your majesty, I…”
“Caress his l-length…you may only reach completion after Noctis does…!” Breathless, her second orgasm following shortly after the first, fingers deep inside her quivering cunt.
Ignis fumbled only just slightly, Noctis dislodging one hand from his back to guide his fist down. “O-oh, gah!” He snapped his hips forward as her finally found a rhythm to jack his king’s weeping length, feeling the sticky pre-release dripping through his fingers.
He angled Noctis at a higher angle and wretched a scream from his lips, his liege coming over him tirelessly as he continued to pump at Lady Lunafreya’s command.
It was so tight, too tight, and wet, so good…he was so close…
“Please, ah! Please, p-puh…” Ignis could feel drool dropping down his lips, rocking in tight circles and short jabs as pleasure drove up his spine, fiery and burning.
“C’mon, Iggy…come for me. Come in me.” His voice fucked raw, sore and almost broken.
And he did, with a cry his own and litany of praises from the king and queen. In that very moment, Ignis felt like he almost could see. Oh, his highness sweaty and full of his come, bright white light behind his sightless eyes before he collapsed with a cry.
It seemed like ages before he was roused, Noctis’s trembling the first thing he registered as he came to. He heard soft kissing over his head before a gentle, small hand pet through his hair.
“You did so very well, dear, obedient Ignis…” Lady Lunafreya petted through his wrecked hair, her voice a gentle coo. “…but you must withdraw yourself from your king now…steady, for he is fragile at this moment…”
Ignis knew what this meant. Now that the deep itch inside them had been satisfied, their desires fulfilled, he must leave. His duty was completed, after all, but he couldn’t help the small whine of need he had to swallow when Noctis left a gentle kiss on his cheek.
His legs felt like flan as he pulled back, hearing the sigh of his beloved and the bed rustled as her grace moved in close, humming over her love and seemingly cleaning him.
Ignis grasped for his clothing, very aware of his nudity and aware of what he had done. He needed to leave, needed to remove himself. This was a moment between lovers, the king and his queen, he had no place here. No matter what he felt for his king…
“Ignis…” More eloquent words robbed of Ignis in that panicked moment, as he could only describe Noctis as sounding purely fucked out. “…wait…please…”
Absolutely robbed of his capabilities and normal graces, Ignis blurted out quickly. “I must attend to lunch.” Before he stumbled down the stairs, legs like a freshly prepared flan.
“N-No…oh…” Noctis breathed out, shifting slightly in an attempt to get up, but his body too spread and still coming down for it’s high.
“Later, sweet king…” She ran a damp cloth between his thighs, warm and cooing. “…he is precious, but needs moments to process these thoughts…the pleasure you have shared. Worry not.”
Her gentle hands brought Noctis back to life and grounded him.
Several minutes passed as he dressed himself in clean clothes becoming of his status of a trusted adviser. Ignis’s hands trembled as he served up nearly burnt fish soup, his mind so past turmoil to a sort of empty confusion and his heart lost.
A knot began to form in his stomach as he heard the uneven steps of his king more dramatized than prior, accompanied by those feather light feet.
Re: Fill: Lunoct + Ignoct, 'Devotion', 4/5
Date: 2018-01-31 12:45 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Lunoct + Ignoct, 'Devotion', 4/5
Date: 2018-01-31 05:38 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Lunoct + Ignoct, 'Devotion', 5/5
Date: 2018-02-03 03:04 am (UTC)It tasted bitter on his tongue, his stomach coiling violently as questions and fear muddled his brain. Where did he stand now that he had satisfied that itch, the craving of the royal couple? Lady Lunafreya clearly seemed to understand Ignis’s emotions more than he did, knowing of his buried secret that he swore to never reveal.
There was no way he could possibly remain as Noct’s adviser after this and the thought of being without him absolutely terrified Ignis. But he was good at masking his terror, his fear, and continued to eat in silence.
He couldn’t help the sigh of relief as the queen gave her thanks for the meal, Noctis suspiciously silent, as the both seemed to make their way into the living space. He busied himself, beginning to clean the leftover dishes.
The thoughts wouldn’t stop, just wouldn’t stop, no matter how many times he washed the bowls in circles, over and over and tears began to fall. They would drop him off at Galdin Quay, wouldn’t they? Dismiss him of his duties? Or…potentially worse, would they ignore what happened? Giving him this…his darkest desire only for it to be whisked away and forgotten?
He was so lost, absorbed in the revelation of a new horror or potential result of playing along and following her highness’s commands, that he was unaware of the uneven gait of his liege until there were arms wrapped around him and lips against his jaw.
“N-Noct!” The bowl in his hands shattered into pieces in the metal sink. “…I’m sorry, I-I-I…the bowl!”
“Forget the stupid bowl, Iggy…” His voice was a soft coo, laced with concern as he squeezed Ignis’s midsection again, tugging the shoulder of his shirt back and kissing the exposed skin right on one dusky mole. “…join me back in bed, please?”
Noctis rarely did pleases, but that thought was quickly cast aside as the insinuation of his words truly impacted Ignis. Of all the frightful scenarios that riddled his clouded minds following his descent from their bedroom, this was certainly not one of them.
“But…”
“Unless you don’t want this.” Noctis whispered, turning Ignis around and stepping into his space, warm breath ghosting over decade old scars. He was expectant, the air tense and still in those few moments.
“I would desire nothing more than…that, but…it would be…her highness…and…” Ignis never found himself at a loss for words, something that would appear baffling to anyone who had known him.
Another gentle touch on his bare shoulder, Noctis clutching there with his thumb swiping in circles gently. “Stop thinking about it too much, Specs…” Amused, loving. “…trusted adviser, chamberlain, informant…don’t think adding the title of consort would be too much, huh?”
The still air turned vibrant, arousal coiling in the pit of Ignis’s stomach as Noctis’s hand trailed up his shoulder, thumb running along his bottom lip. “No…” He hummed, noting the light footsteps of the queen as she crept down the stairs. “…I suppose it wouldn’t be too much.”
Re: Fill: Lunoct + Ignoct, 'Devotion', 5/5
Date: 2018-02-03 03:47 am (UTC)Thank you so much for filling my prompt. I was so excited when I saw someone had started something, and I'm no less excited now. I can't believe you managed to include everything, and the underlying plot addition was perfect and improved what my original idea was!