This is a silly fill. Hope you don't mind! Some of you from a03 might know who I am because of this one...
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"Oh, Reginald," the Countess said, the massive baubles of her bosom heaving boobily in the busty darkness. "Please, let me lay my maiden's hands upon your quivering member and bring us both to the realms of divine pleasure."
Reginald's abs flexed with the tight squeeze of true devotion, and his engorged manhood sprung free from his loins like a great whale emerging from the deeps of the sea.
"My Countess," he growled, snatching her up in his massive, behemoth-sized arms. "Never have I wanted anything more."
"I want to die," Noct said, trudging down the dark halls of Gralea's Imperial fortress. It was bad enough, being forced to wear the ring of the Lucii, to be sent on wild goose-chases for the best friend who might not even be there, and to kick away the shuddering, screeching half-animated corpses of MT soldiers... But this? This was torture.
Ardyn's low, musical voice sounded over the loudspeakers of the fortress.
"But Your Majesty!" he said. "You'll miss my favorite part!"
"I don't want to hear your favorite part," Noct said, using his ring to suck the life energy out of a passing axeman. He sank to his knees, exhausted, and grabbed onto a railing to haul himself up. "I want to get Prompto, and then I want to shove that book down your throat."
Ardyn's chuckle echoed along the rows and rows of MT containment units along the wall.
The Countess spread her beautiful long legs like a flower opening to the beak of a hummingbird, except in this case, it was more like a flower opening to a giant eagle, because Reginald's love muscle was truly a sight to behold. It gleamed in her mind's eye, and the Countess Andromeda opened her ruby red lips and cried out with agonizing pleasure at the very sight of it--
"Okay," Noct said, kicking an MT over the side of the railing. "No. No, you have to stop there. Is she having an orgasm because she looked at a cock?"
"You're getting invested!" Ardyn crowed. "I knew this was right up your alley, dear Noctis."
Noct let out a groan of frustration, and only barely managed not to rip at his clothes just to find something to plug up his ears. It wouldn't do any good. The volume of the loudspeakers was turned all the way up--The metal walkways vibrated with the sound of Ardyn's voice.
The King of Lucis stormed on into the dark, the adventures of the Countess Andromeda and the sultry Highlander Reginald ringing in his ears.
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A few hours later, Noct pressed a pillow to his head and stared at the wall of an empty MT dorm room, no emotion showing in his bright blue eyes.
Lymont rode Reginald's manhood like one possessed by the spirit of lust in the chariot of desire careening into the sun of affection. His tight, well-toned ass bounced merrily, and Reginald groaned in low, manful tones as his pecs danced with the rhythm of his dearest love's ministrations. Oh, tho he did love his Countess, Lymont was the man after his own heart. If only the Countess could see Lymont as he saw him, covered in sweat and the glistening ropes of Reginald's seed! And the beautiful state of his soul, of course.
Fill 1/??? Re: Ardyn/Noctis Ardyn reads porn
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"Oh, Reginald," the Countess said, the massive baubles of her bosom heaving boobily in the busty darkness. "Please, let me lay my maiden's hands upon your quivering member and bring us both to the realms of divine pleasure."
Reginald's abs flexed with the tight squeeze of true devotion, and his engorged manhood sprung free from his loins like a great whale emerging from the deeps of the sea.
"My Countess," he growled, snatching her up in his massive, behemoth-sized arms. "Never have I wanted anything more."
"I want to die," Noct said, trudging down the dark halls of Gralea's Imperial fortress. It was bad enough, being forced to wear the ring of the Lucii, to be sent on wild goose-chases for the best friend who might not even be there, and to kick away the shuddering, screeching half-animated corpses of MT soldiers... But this? This was torture.
Ardyn's low, musical voice sounded over the loudspeakers of the fortress.
"But Your Majesty!" he said. "You'll miss my favorite part!"
"I don't want to hear your favorite part," Noct said, using his ring to suck the life energy out of a passing axeman. He sank to his knees, exhausted, and grabbed onto a railing to haul himself up. "I want to get Prompto, and then I want to shove that book down your throat."
Ardyn's chuckle echoed along the rows and rows of MT containment units along the wall.
The Countess spread her beautiful long legs like a flower opening to the beak of a hummingbird, except in this case, it was more like a flower opening to a giant eagle, because Reginald's love muscle was truly a sight to behold. It gleamed in her mind's eye, and the Countess Andromeda opened her ruby red lips and cried out with agonizing pleasure at the very sight of it--
"Okay," Noct said, kicking an MT over the side of the railing. "No. No, you have to stop there. Is she having an orgasm because she looked at a cock?"
"You're getting invested!" Ardyn crowed. "I knew this was right up your alley, dear Noctis."
Noct let out a groan of frustration, and only barely managed not to rip at his clothes just to find something to plug up his ears. It wouldn't do any good. The volume of the loudspeakers was turned all the way up--The metal walkways vibrated with the sound of Ardyn's voice.
The King of Lucis stormed on into the dark, the adventures of the Countess Andromeda and the sultry Highlander Reginald ringing in his ears.
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A few hours later, Noct pressed a pillow to his head and stared at the wall of an empty MT dorm room, no emotion showing in his bright blue eyes.
Lymont rode Reginald's manhood like one possessed by the spirit of lust in the chariot of desire careening into the sun of affection. His tight, well-toned ass bounced merrily, and Reginald groaned in low, manful tones as his pecs danced with the rhythm of his dearest love's ministrations. Oh, tho he did love his Countess, Lymont was the man after his own heart. If only the Countess could see Lymont as he saw him, covered in sweat and the glistening ropes of Reginald's seed! And the beautiful state of his soul, of course.
"Oh, Reginald!" Lymont shouted. "Reginald, Reginald!"
"Lymont!" Reginald growled. "Lymont, Lymont!"
Noct squeezed the pillow tighter around his head and ground his teeth so hard that his jaw popped.
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(should I keep going, do you think???)