Kinktober | Loki Laufeyson
Day 5: Oral Fixation. He is a talented man and that means having his skilled tongue swirling your dripping cock until your legs give up. NSFW ONLY!Salivating. That was how Loki found himself at that very moment, watching his husband as he dried himself with the towel, the droplets of water rolling down his soft, immaculate skin after his shower. The scent of his naked body permeated the room as he passed him and entered the couple's closet, the towel forgotten, the intimacy allowing them certain liberties.
But that wasn't the kind of attitude you should have when your husband is Loki, not when absolutely everything could become an excuse for him to get between your legs. And that was exactly what he did when he got out of bed and with hurried steps followed his husband into the closet, closing the door behind him and locking it, just in case any servant entered the couple's room. "Darling..." he purred, eyeing him up and down as he struggled to choose a suit.
He approached him, stopping behind his body, his hand unpretentiously finding the curve of his waist as he lowered his nose to inhale the damp locks. His figure towering over him. "Why don't you put the green one? I could help you choose the tie to match with me." He suggested with a soft tone, his other hand pushing his neck aside so his mouth had better access to his exposed skin. "I love when we match... but there is something I love more,"
With a quick movement he turned his husband to face him, his emerald eyes shining as he pushed him against the nearby wall gently. "Come on darling, pretend to be surprised at least," he let out a deep laugh, a sound full of lust. Without delay, his warm, wet mouth found the sensitive skin of his husband's neck, slowly moving down to his already hard nipples, his mucous tongue swirling around the wrinkled skin. But he was not satisfied and gradually acquired a kneeling posture, his kisses following a vulgar path to get where he wanted, the wetness was already running down his husband's thighs. "Oh my, darling..."
He grabbed one of his husband's legs and put it over his shoulder, his mouth finding the pulsating shaft immediately, delighting in the taste of his husband's precum, his tongue circling the needy tip like his life depended on it before digging in like a feast, taking it deep into his throat. The bulge forming on his throat, squeezing his husband's cock almost painfully.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
Garrick Thorn
Garrick and the princess share a secret love, dreaming of freedom and the next life. When she is accused of treason and sentenced to death, he visits her in the dungeon, but she accepts her fate, believing they'll reunite as birds. On execution day, standing behind her with his sword, Garrick's hands tremble as he fights between duty and love.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
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