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It was a lazy afternoon, the kind of atmosphere for lounging, eating bakery treats and sipping upon iced tea. Outside of Abyss, the sun had reached the summit of its daily climb. A little of the warmth trickled below the surface, down to the subterranean world of vice and pleasure. Hidden from view, sensual and erotic desires were made an reality. The Abyss Sex Shop catered for all, no mattered how traditional or obscure the need.
Yuri's fingers danced over the keys of his laptop as he updated his blog with reviews of the latest erotic novels. He was seated behind a counter decorated with a range of edible body paints. Behind him was a display of magical items and concoctions, these enjoyment enhancers had been personally designed and tested by the wolves. Constance took a particular interest in creating new and inventive ways to reach orgasm. Her main area of expertise was insertion. Everything from flowers to fruit had been infused with magic to make them vibrate.
Footsteps, Yuri's acute hearing could always detect when someone approached his domain. He closed his laptop and sat up to observe the potential customer. The shadow of the stranger was long and slender, a mere slither of darkness in the gloom. There was tension in the movements, the steps did not flow but were tiptoed jolts. Whoever it was hung close to the wall, as though the interior could veil him from view. The hunch of the shoulders and the self embraces were signs Yuri recognised instantly. The shop was being approached by a first timer.
The door opened to reveal a person shrouded in monk robes. Any part of his body which would have made him identifiable was completely covered. Yuri did not watch him directly. He did not wish to make the customer uncomfortable. From out the corner of his eye he observed the customer drift to the lingerie and studied a few of the nipple tassels. There seemed to be particular interested in sequined heart and rose designs, especially in red and purple hues.
The figure embraced a pair of nipple tassels made from candy. He seemed to re-read the instructions on the box several times before he started to edge over to the counter, with his head hung low to maintain privacy.
"Excuse me, I wonder if you could assist me?" A plummy, rich voice escaped from beneath the robes.
"Of course I can, it is my job." Yuri purred as he leant in so he could hear the customer clearly.
"I am searching for something sexy and sensual to wear for my lover." There was an increase in tension, a tremble of uncertain words from a shifty voice.
"Why don't you come into the back room. You might feel more comfortable with a little privacy, yes?" Yuri rested his hand upon the customer's shoulder with a feathery touch that did not violate the sanctity of personal space .
"Yes, that would be preferable, thank you " The customer seemed to relax a little, a deep sigh of relief followed his gratitude.
Yuri escorted him into a room with a cosy, velvet sofa with opulent floral designs in gold, and a black table straight out of a gothic manor. There were various items arranged in grand displays around the room. The customer's eyes curiously surveyed his surroundings as they tiptoe within.
"Take a seat and I will bring you some lovely things." Yuri spoke softly to soothe the client. "No one can see you, nor can they hear you here. It is just you and me. My speciality is how discreet my service is. What happens here is our little secret." A little playful wink was exchanged to lift the mood. It was his duty to create a relaxed atmosphere, especially if a customer was new.
Yuri veiled his surprise under the mask of confidence as the customer delicately seated himself and lowered his hood. It was none other than Lorenz Hellman Gloucester, the prestigious noble. Now the secretive approach made sense. For a noble to be seen indulging in sexual deficiency would be scandalous.
"How about a robe? You could enter the room with a sultry stride and slowly untie the belt to reveal the flesh and nipple tassels beneath. There is something sensual about letting the robes slip off your shoulders, down your arms and puddle into a pool of fabric upon the floor. " Yuri had a talent for reading his customers. He knew Lorenz loved drama, flamboyance but at the same time was a romantic. Lorenz's eyes lit up as the image was painted in his mind.
"Yes! Yes! I love it! Oooh, I could be such a tease, wiggling and jiggling around, while giving little peaks at the unpeeled fruit of my body. " Lorenz hummed his words, joy was evident in his song.
Yuri ventured over to a clothing rack and removed a red, floral lace robe.
"What do you think of this raunchy little garment? It is perfect for luxurious seduction. It is made from sheer red lace which shows off whatever you are hiding beneath, be it bare skin or some mischievous lingerie. Gorgeous scalloped lace trim is scandalously low cut to elongate the neck and treat your lover to a glimpse of your pecs. Not to mention, that the length gives your lover a cheeky peak of your buttocks."
Lorenz caressed the robes and was impressed by the softness of the fabric and the attractiveness of the lace design.
"How could I resist such a lovely floral lace?" His fingers traced one of the roses as he continued to admire the piece.
"Please feel free to try the garment on. Our dressing has a full-length mirror if you feel too shy to show me your alluring self." Yuri purred as he gestured towards a room with a thick velvet curtain.
"I would like you to describe more garments. The way you speak of your wares is enchanting. You narrate with such flair, such sensuality and such passion. One is moved by your words."
Yuri dipped into a bow, one akin to a thespian accepting the adoration of the audience.
"Then let me tempt you. Let me turn you into the king of your boudoir is this sheet robe. With a long drape you will sashay to your lover with unrivalled grace. The faux fur trim adds a touch of opulence to your seduction with a soft touch that is irresistible. Flared sleeves add drama to your arm movements, a swish no matter where your hands may wander. The sheer fabric teases at what hides underneath. Your lover will salivate at the sight of you." Yuti draped the robe over Lorenz's lap so that he could inspect the garment. Lorenz found himself holding hands with the faux fur trimming.
Yuri plucked another item from the rails with a showmans' twirl.
"Imagine slipping into your lover's shirt, inhaling his sweat, feeling his heat. This oversized shirt has a sultry hang and is made from a scandalous sheer chiffon material. To give the piece a tailored appearance the shirt features, lovely mother of buttons on the cuffs and a notched lapel. It is these little details that demonstrate the quality of the garment. Give your lover a cheeky show of leg with the thigh slimming length. Your lover will worship your legs."
Lorenz loudly cleared his voice.
"You have certainly given me inspiration. The visions have me rather flustered."
Yuri chuckled softly as he rested the garment by Lorenz's side.
"Your cherry cheeks are adorable. Here, you are safe to express yourself without judgement or risk. Blush, be aroused, be shy; there is no correct way to be." He generously poured a glass of water for Lorenz.
"You are definitely captivating. I admit to feeling rather hot." Lorenz accepted the water and gulped it down with thirsty haste.
"I am flattered by your reaction. My heart is fluttering. " Yuri retrieved a cold face towel and dabbed Lorenz's cherry cheeks to cool him.
"You make people feel special. Is it charisma? It must be." Lorenz gushed, he couldn't help himself. Yuri had made what could have been a nervy experience into something magical and surreal, in a good way. He felt as though he had been pulled onto the stage owned by a charismatic actor.
"All the pieces are lovely but I am drawn to the floral lace robe. I can never say no to a rose. Red feels sexy, dangerous…" Lorenz hugged the garment to his chest and strolled towards the dressing room. Yuri opened the curtains with a courteous bow.
"Sexy and dangerous; I am certain that you will be both, and so much more…" Yuri closed the curtain and waited for feedback.
"Oh my! Oh my, my! This is lovely" Lorenz stripped the curtain back and shimmied out in the risque red lace robe. "Mmmmm, the fabric feels good, oh so good, I just want to stroke myself." He ran his slender fingers up and back the length of his skin arms. The drawn trail continued over his shoulders, proud from years of horse riding and good posture, then down the tempting v neckline. "How does it look when I bend over?"
Yuri liked playful Lorenz, a noble who had thrown away his stuffiness in favour of leisurely sensuality. "You are a treat, a delicious treat. How are the tassels? Do they make you want to jiggle?"
Lorenz cleared his throat, a hidden concern had tipped to the surface. "I am not sure about that, to be honest. I am rather confident about my physical appearance, well normally I am." Lorenz found himself stumbling over words, the eloquence of his oration had abandoned him when doubt rose. "I am quite aware that my…" Lorenz whispered one word, a seemingly inoffensive term, "tiddies." His voice returned to normal volume. "They are miniscule."
Yuri tried not to chuckle. Lorenz's concern about his 'miniscule tiddies' was adorable.
"I am sure that your lover is crazy for your mini tiddies. Even the smallest chest makes a sensual cushion." Yuri boldly approached and unfastened the tie belt for a closer inspection. "You have cute tiddies. If you were my lover, my tongue would be licking every inch. Now bend forward a little and give me a little wiggle."
Lorenz should have been offended by the flirtation. Yuri stepped over boundaries but he did not mind, in fact he was flattered. With a joyful giggle he bounced and shook to get his nipple tassels spinning.
"You are irresistible. I am telling myself to behave around you." Yuri was surprised by the enthusiasm . Such a reserved and poised Lorenz letting loose was fun to see.
"Yes! Yes! I will take them. Oooh I just cannot wait for tonight." Lorenz realised that he was acting like a giddy child in a sweet shop. After a dramatic clearing of his throat, he composed himself again.
"Let me get changed and then we can complete the purchase."
…...
The hood had been pulled over his head to conceal his identity and his purchase had been discreetly hidden inside a bag from a luxury brand. Everything had gone perfectly: the sexy purchase had been made, he had been inspired by the dashing shopkeeper and no one saw him. He hastened his step as he aimed to put as much distance between himself and the sex shop. His reputation was not safe until he had reached his home.
No one was around, Lorenz deeply inhaled the crisp air. Relief, it had massaged his hunched limbs and returned an even flow to his stride. He left his hood fall off his head. It was lovely to feel the icy fingertips of the breeze caress his cheek and play with his hair. Until he reached the familiar filigree gates of his home he revelled in it, flicking his hair and swallowing the chill as he skipped. A doorman opened the gate and Lorenz dipped into a grateful bow. There was a brief exchange of pleasantries before Lorenz continued up the path.
The path was lined with topiary in dramatic spiral cones, in between were rose patches which featured rare varieties. Lorenz would never become bored of the sight of roses. They were enduring, timeless and classic. In a world which could be isolating and cold, their beauty brought hope. All this beauty led up to a grand fountain with a stag centrepiece. Lorenz navigated around the fountain before he slid into a dramatic, frosted glass double door.
"Could you please send my special Almyran guest to my sleeping quarters when he arrives. Thank you." Lorenz's voice was a song of his excitement. The first step of his sexy plans had been a success; all that was needed for a red hot date had been purchased discreetly. No one, except the charming shopkeeper, knew where he had been. Going incognito had been exhilarating, a cocktail of fear and thrill. Now it was time for the second step of his sexy plan; preparation.
Lorenz threw himself, along with the purchased items, onto the bed. For a moment he let his body relax into the cloud soft mattress. As the mattress swallowed him, he gazed up at a twinkling crystal chandelier. Beams of light danced from crystal to crystal, a dazzling display. There was little thing for trivial reveries, Khalid's plane must have touched terra firma by now. It wouldn't be long before he arrived.
Lorenz pulled himself off the bed and began to remove his clothing. Hidden beneath layers of frill and pomp was a slender, athletic silhouette. Horse riding was great exercise for a healthy posture, strong, toned thighs and a skinny butt. Once the layers of clothing had been folded and placed upon a chair, Lorenz replaced fabric with oil, and copious amounts of it. It smelt gorgeous! Delicate roses, ripe summer fruits ready to be plucked from the vine with just a touch of fine tea; all these created the luxurious oil. Was it wrong to enjoy the process of application? The smell and the feel invited moments of self pleasure. He let his hands massage over his chest, with particular emphasis on his flat belly. He let out a happy sigh as the oil sank in and made his skin feel silky soft.
Next he put on the nipple tassels. A mirror was used to position them evenly and try out a few jiggle techniques. Firstly he tried a belly dancer's sensual sequence of indulations. The result was a slight rustling of the tassels. Secondly he decided to try something more physical. In his mind he imagined that he was a rabbit and started to bounce in the spot. The technique did produce a lot of tassel movement but he felt ridiculous doing it. Next he imagined he had large pecs and gyrated his upper torso and rolled his shoulders. He still wasn't sure that was quite the right technique to maximum sex appeal. Time was ticking and he started to feel out of his element.
Suddenly he froze on the spot as he heard the distant opening of his gate. Time had ticked by and rehearsal was over. There was no set routine in place so you would just have to improvise and hope for the best. He grabbed the five from the bag and slid it over his shoulders. In a dash, he threw out the packaging and hid the oil in a random drawer. Finally he hid himself in the room opposite and awaited his guest.
He could Khalid's approach, the reassured boot upon concrete. In his chest his heart ran a marathon in a few seconds. Doubts lingered, was his stride inappropriate? Should he abandon seduction and wear something normal? The sound of the front doors opening snapped him out of his negative thoughts. There was no time for a change of plan. Under his breath he muttered the mantra. "I am a sex god. I am a sex god."
Khalid's voice could be heard as he greeted the staff. Friendly and relaxed, it was a time to please the crowds. Soon he heard the thud of boots as Khalid hurried up the stairs.
"Lorenz, are you alright?" Concern was evident in his voice. Khalid had come to the conclusion that Lorenz was in his sleeping quarters due to unwellness. Khalid entered the room and was heard rushing to the bed. Lorenz took a deep, steadying breath before he promenaded behind him and shut the door.
"Khalid… I have been expecting you. " Was his sexy voice too cheesy? Lorenz half expected Khalid to burst out laughing.
"Lorenz, what is going on?" Khalid spun around and was left stunned by the sight. " Lorenz, is that you?" With his mouth agasp he stared, long and hard at his lover.
"Well, of course it is! Who do you think I am? The Death Knight?" Lorenz draped the robe over his slender shoulders to give a cheeky peek at his nipple tassels. Lorenz grinned, a playful feeling had defeated any self deprecation as he gave a little twitch of his pecs to make the tassels swish slightly.
There was no response, only staring, rude, open mouthed, drool dripping ogling.
"Am I a gorgon who has turned you to stone? " Lorenz pushed the robe back upon his shoulders and sashayed forward until his knee brushed against Khalid's groin. The feel of the hard, slimy cock was an injection of confidence. Being an object of desire exhilarated him, and increased the sensation of sexiness. "Well, you are hard, so maybe I am a gorgon." Khalid was willingly pushed back into a chair and straddled. Lorenz placed his hands on either side of his head and smothered his face with his chest.
Khalid nuzzled his face into his personal paradise. If Lorenz had chosen to suffocate him at this moment, then he would have died happy. Offerings came in the shape of kisses and Khalid had a bountiful supply of them for any piece of flesh he came into contact with. He could feel Lorenz perform a dance of gyrations upon his lap, self gratification through rubbing. Khalid moaned due to a horniness so intense that it hurt.
When Lorenz pulled away, Khalid reached for him, his eyes begged for him to stay. Lorenz did not go far. He stayed around Khalid's feet, relieving him of footwear and the lower half garments. A sultry wink with a wicked smile warned Khalid that Lorenz had more saucy inspiration. Khalid's were parted into a V and Lorenz sunk between the sea of wyvern rider's thigh. The playful tongue teased between fine lips as Lorenz tasted the abundance of the inner thigh. It felt good, damn good, the kind of sensation that made an Almyran wear a huge smile with a drunk gaze.
Lorenz grabbed his cock with gentle firmness and let his thumbs draw circles in the precum soaked head while he hungrily sunked on a mouthful of balls.
Noisy sleeps and mms of delight were not the normal dining etiquette for a noble. Khalid loved the look of abandonment as Lorenz feasted with gusto. Those pretty lilac eyes weren't wholesome now! They wore looks reserved for Khalid's eyes only.
Breathing normally was impossible when Lorenz increased the intensity of his gobbling. The thumb applied more pressure to the head as he rubbed faster and faster as though he was rubbing two sticks together to create a fire. His tongue teased Khalid's balls, rolling them like marbles. Khalid's breathing was ragged, his legs twitched with the electric shocks of pleasure and his stomach tightened. Lorenz was the operator of his budding orgasm.
"Fuuuccck!" For a moment everything seemed to centre on Khalid cock. All the energy in his body travelled to the head of his cock before he covered Lorenz's polished, flawless, porcelain face in his cum. Nothing was more erotic than seeing his cream run down his finely chiselled facial features.
"Lorenz, I never got the chance to compliment your little outfit. You are so hot that you shatter thermometers. Global warming; it is you melting those ice caps." Khalid panted as he attempted to compose himself.
Lorenz softly crawled up him, the tassels draped down and tickled his groin, then his stomach before they rested on his tiddies.
"Hush now! You need to reserve your energy. I am not finished with you yet." A sweet butterfly kiss landed on Khalid's lips.
"Hold on! You look incredible and you are not letting me have a turn to play? How unfair!" Khalid attempted to stand up but a passionate smash of lips kept him in his seat. Khalid tasted tea, berries and the saltiness of his cum
"I am going to dance on your cock and you get to enjoy the show. If that is unfair then I do not know what fairness is." Lorenz let out a rich vein of laughter. He was the god of desire and Khalid was his devotee. "You have covered me in cum, now you will fill me up."
"What have you done with the real Lorenz?" Khalid had to kiss him to show him his appreciation. He never knew that hidden beneath the polish was a deliciously seductive creature. The first made out it was an awkward experience. Lorenz made a fuss about the mess and the odors. On his lap, frolicking like a wild snake, was Lorenz wearing his cum with pride, considering the bashfulness of their first time, this was an unimaginable sight.
"Enough questions! Hold my hips and guide me down your cock." Lorenz was bossy but Khalid loved it. He obliged by lifting Lorenz up by placing careful hands either side of his waist and slowly slid him down his cock between his buttocks. Was there a better sensation than Lorenz's cute little buttocks twitching and squeezing his cock? He did not think so.
"Excuse me! I did not ask you to tease me." Lorenz grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled Khalid's head back. " I asked you to fuck me." The sternness was similar to an actor who over-performed and exaggerated, an actor bad at his craft.
"But your butt feels fucking fantastic! Mmmm, the perfect little bread roll." Khalid maneuvered Lorenz faster in a seesaw motion.
"I know that my butt is fantastic. That is besides the point! Part my cheeks with your fat cock this instant! I am going to ride your cock like it is a pole." Lorenz gave him a little slap. Khalid growled, enjoying the feistiness on offer.
"I love your filthy mouth." Khalid grinned as he only inserted a little bit of his head before removing it again, a mischievous tease. "How deep do you want me? How rough? How reckless?"
"Pound me!" Lorenz demanded as he swivelled his hips in an eager dance. He wanted to feel everything, to imprint every vein, every wrinkle and crinkle into his internal walls. The nipple tassels swished with his motions.
"Pound you, you want me to give you a good seeing to?" Khalid laughed , "Prepare yourself, I am going to fuck your brains out."
Khalid slammed Lorenz down the length of his cock with powerful hands and an upward thrust. Lorenz reacted with a high pitched squeal as the pleasure heated to a fever. They worked together for maximum friction. Lorenz worked his n ps like a fairground ride, squeezing whilst sucking Khalid within. Khalid gyrated in powerful groinal punches.
The tassel jiggled as Lorenz was given the hardest fuck of his life. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out moans loud enough to make his staff feel awkward. Khalid panted and huffed as arousal filled his lungs. Being inside Lorenz, drilling into him as deep and as hard as possible, was a better sensation than hot dogging. Honestly, Lorenz was an elegant glass cabinet with plenty of places to display his cock.
It came to the point where the phoenix was ready to rise from the flames. Lorenz's fidgety, twitching body felt ready to take off as the tassels dusted Khalid's face. The need to grab something, anything, grew stronger, the closer to his climate he came, and Khalid's shirt had to suffice. It was nearly ripped off Khalid's chest by his out of control hands.
Khalid was getting close, that unscratchable itch would finally have relief. It was like a fever, gripping him, burning him until he was nothing but a sweaty, grunting mass.
They burnt together, the ugly but beautiful synchronisation of pleasure. They pulled faces which would fill the public with disgust. All their aromas combined; saliva, sweat and pre cum to create a stench only appealing in the moment. Together they sounded like animals in a riot. For the moment they did not care about anything else but satisfying each other's lusty appetites.
Khalid threw his head back as he poured cum deep inside Lorenz. The pounding did not stop until Lorenz had oozed cum upon his chest and was slowly panting to restore his breath. Khalid hugged Lorenz tightly, needy but loving, as though Lorenz would fly away if he let go. Lorenz breathed kisses into his forehead.
"Welcome back to Fodlan, King Khalid."
"What a welcome! What a welcome!"