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Al’s cheeks burned.
The Elezen man was frustrated, and he held a fistful of sheets in each clenched hand. His lover Estrella had him in quite a situation, didn’t she? He would’ve felt embarrassed if he weren’t feeling so godsdamned full.
Al whimpered weakly into the pillow below him as Estrella continued to thrust into him from behind. He could feel her hands on his ass, spreading his cheeks apart to make more space for her to thrust her cock in and out of his well-lubed hole. The intrusion felt rough, pinned down as he was, but Al could still feel Estrella’s tenderness as she took him.
Strella made me beg, Al thought—or “complained,” he would rather claim. That thought drifted through his mind while quiet, pleasure-filled gasps escaped his lips. But what I want… This isn’t quite...
But as Al was becoming comfortable with the discomfort, the pillow beneath his head that muffled his sounds was yanked away. He scrambled, just managing to catch himself and prop himself up before he fell face-first onto the bed.
The feather pillow flew across the room, landing far away from Estrella’s bed.
Al grumbled, his breath catching in his throat—his lover had quickened her pace, and it felt exquisite. Putting on his typical grumpy front, he shot a sharp glance over his shoulder.
“E-Estrella...” Al panted. “Y-You...”
Estrella giggled quietly in response. The woman, his partner in life, was a Duskwight Elezen woman with long purple hair. Her dark locks swayed in the air as he continued to fuck him.
And her laugh... Her laugh! Al likened it to the chiming of bells. It was a beautiful sound that could make him forgive her for practically anything, and he had, countless times before. He’d do nearly anything for that sound, though getting him to admit it would be difficult.
But Estrella was a gorgeous creature, and he was smitten. While both Al and Estrella were middle-aged, and Al looked ten summers younger than his true age, she looked at least fifteen shy. She’d captivated him for nearly fortyfold summers now, and he would continue to be for as long as the Twelve allowed him.
And because of her beauty and the sway this amazing creature held over him, maybe Al could even overlook the delicious torture that she was subjecting him to right now. He might even thank her for it later. He probably would.
If he were to be honest, Al loved it when Estrella took advantage of that fact and would have her way with him. Craved it. Hells, he had nearly even begged her for it earlier today, and she had been tickled pink to do so.
How had he gotten here? Well, Estrella had been gone for a week—seven whole days!—and although the two didn’t live together, Al had missed her immensely. Once her errand outside of the Shroud had been completed and she’d returned, Al had practically dropped everything and headed to her home a few malms away from his just to see her again.
He’d helped her around the house for bells, though not without a few grumbles of his own, tidying up and helping her unpack. But all the while, he’d been thinking about how he’d love it if she were to just…bend him over and take him. Anywhere. The kitchen would’ve worked. Or the living room, or hells, even the walk-in closet would suffice... By the time he had gathered the gumption to ask her for it, his smalls had nearly been soaked through twice over.
“Strella... Enough,” he’d grumbled, color on his cheeks. “You’re certainly as...happy to be back as I am that you are, right?”
However, his inability to be direct had given Estrella an idea—she’d felt like teaching him an agonizing but pleasurable lesson. Thus, Al had to pay the consequences—she would give him all the attention he craved, yes, but she’d be giving him the type of attention she wanted to first, as a bit of punishment.
Would he learn? Of course not. But it would be fun for both of them.
Al continued to whimper and complain, leading Estrella to slow her hips. She gazed at the smaller man on his knees and elbows below her with a smirk on her face. Estrella licked one of her fingertips—adorned with a short, manicured nail—as she admired her handiwork. Al's ass was slick with lube, hole stretched and pink around her cock, hugging it tightly and welcoming her girth inside of him. After sliding her finger out of her mouth and giving it an extra lick, she lowered her hand to where her eyes were focused and traced the pink ring of skin where her cock met her lover’s hole.
A visible shiver went down Al’s spine. His whimpers grew even louder.
“Feeling good, my dear?” she asked sweetly.
Al grumbled in response—just like she’d expected.
She rolled her eyes at that and then adjusted herself on the bed. Planting both hands on the mattress, Estrella shifted her hips slightly, pressing another ilm of her cock into the man beneath her. Her natural gifts meant that she had another ilm or two to tease him with before she would be fully within him again.
“Hmm…” she began softly. “I just can't help but feel like there’s something you want, darling. But I won’t know unless you tell me~”
Al bit his lip and looked over his shoulder again. His long, sharp ears burned red, right to the very tips. “You know what I want,” he said, trying not to pout. He knew that if he pouted, that would be a sign of weakness. A sign that he was giving in.
“Do I? It’s hard to say if you don’t say it...” Estrella made a show of looking innocent. She brought a finger to her chin and tilted her head like she was thinking about the weather, or dessert, or anything other than how she wanted to fuck the man she’d been in love with for years into the mattress and make him moan her name. That expression then melted away, and an impish smile came over her lips. “My love, earlier you told me how you were so wet and so horny, and how you wanted me to take advantage of that. Remember? Is that not what I’m doing?”
Estrella began to roll her hips against him again, fucking him slowly and deeply. Al’s grumbles of protest slowly devolved into groans of pleasure...but the wetness from his achingly empty pussy slid down his thighs. No matter how good this felt, it was a constant reminder that this beautiful woman was neglecting the hole he truly wanted her to fill and stretch and use.
This feels good, but lower, Strella. Please!
Estrella chuckled again. “My, those are some lovely sounds, darling... I bet I can pull even more of them from you.”
Without warning, Estrella adjusted her position again. Her hands grasped Al’s hips, and she roughly yanked him up to a better angle for her purposes. In the next moment, she began driving into him in earnest, fucking his ass. She pressed the full length of her cock into him each time, letting her balls slap into Al’s dripping-wet pussy, knowing full well that it would tease him even more.
The sheets below Al were soaked. Lube and his own slick ran down his thighs, practically creating a puddle under him.
Estrella knew he was enjoying himself, but she also knew that right now, he really just wanted her to fuck his other hole. It was painfully obvious—it was essentially drooling for her, after all.
She just needed him to do one little thing, however. He had to actually say it.
Estrella decided to push him a little harder to get what she wanted.
She brought herself to a halt. Then, grasping Al’s hips, she sat back on the bed, bringing the man with her. Estrella leaned back as she pulled Al down, filling him with every ilm of her length.
Bewildered, Al flailed slightly, squirming in her lap. His legs were parted wide, draped over her thighs. Al’s eyes fluttered closed, reveling in the feeling of being so full and being handled like this…though the sensation of Estrella’s balls against his other opening again served as a reminder of what he needed to do.
Al turned his head to the side a bit. “S... Strella...” he whimpered weakly.
Estrella smiled. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close, feeling his warmth against her breasts and torso. Content, Al’s head lolled to the side, and she took that opportunity to gently kiss up and down the opposite side of his neck. Not letting him relax completely, Estrella made small, controlled movements with her hips that continued to pull delightful little sounds from the lips of the man she loved.
After a few moments, Estrella rested her chin on his shoulder and smiled against his neck. The fingers of her right hand ghosted over his torso, trailing from the flat, smooth muscles covering Al’s chest down to the soft skin near his belly button.
Al shivered, but kept silent.
“You want something. Tell me, Al,” she whispered, trying to gently coax it out of him one more time.
The smaller Elezean man grumbled a bit and squirmed in her arms, saying nothing clearly.
His body, however, was more honest. To her surprise, Al was even more aroused now. Estrella could feel the slick from his pussy drip down onto the base of her cock.
Estrella rolled her eyes slightly. Estrella lowered her voice. “Al...” she warned. “You want me in a different part of you. I know you do.”
Beginning to admit defeat, Al sighed and hung his head slightly. “Y-Yes. I do.”
“Now we're getting somewhere,” she said, the grin evident in her voice. “And where might that be, dear?”
The man turned his head slightly, but he didn’t quite look at her. Estrella could see that Al’s cheeks were bright red, flushed from being fucked so well, but also because he was being forced to voice his desires.
Another grumble from him. “Nngh... You know, my love.”
Estrella’s hand moved again, tracing lines down his lower torso. Her fingertips neared his stiff, swollen clit—when she was only ilms away, Al let out a long, low moan just from the sheer anticipation that she would finally touch him there.
But just as quickly as that had happened, Estrella’s hand veered away and went to his hip instead. Indignant, Al squirmed again, trying to chase that friction he needed, but there in Estrella’s lap, with his legs parted wide and her cock inside him, he couldn’t move much at all.
“For such an opinionated man, you’re awfully shy in the bedroom at times.” Estrella nipped Al’s ear with her teeth—he let out a quiet, high-pitched noise in response. “Tell me that you want my cock in your pussy,” she whispered into his ear. “That’s all you need to do. Let me hear that one, pretty little line from your lips.”
Al shivered in her lap. “Please, Strella...”
Estrella’s fingers were wet with Al’s desire, much like his legs and much else around them. Lifting her hand from his thigh, she brought it between his legs. Her fingers hovered an ilm from his clit, which was hard and standing as tall as it could. Despite the distance, she could practically feel it throbbing with need.
“Please what,” she said. Her voice was soft but stern, making it clear that this was a command.
As she waited, she could feel Al lean back against her chest. His shoulders rose as he slowly took in a deep breath—he was psyching himself up, just as she’d hoped. It looked like they were going to get somewhere after all.
Al reached for her hovering hand and began to guide it downward. He pressed two of her fingers into his slick, neglected cunt before adding one of his own into his hole. He began to fuck himself with his finger eagerly as an example, making sweet little noises as he did. Estrella smiled against the skin of his neck—she couldn't help but start pumping her own fingers into him as well.
“H-Here...” Al whimpered shakily. “Please fuck me here, my Strella...”
“With my fingers?” she teased, pressing them deeper into him. “Like this?”
Al forced himself to turn to the side as much as he could, looking directly at her at last. His lips were turned downward into a pout, and his eyes were hazy with desire. Estrella felt her cock jolt deep inside him just from the sight—this vulnerability was sexy, and just what she wanted. Even if he was too stubborn to put things into words, she’d happily give this man she loved whatever he wanted just for trying.
It seemed like he still had a surprise up his sleeve, however.
“Your cock, Estrella…!” Al said, and the words left him louder than he’d intended.
His finger started to drive into himself faster. Her eyes widened as she felt him part his legs more—he was starting to press another digit into his hole, trying to stretch and fill himself even more. Al was so wet that it didn’t take much more effort—once it was in, she could feel him clench tightly around the four fingers in his cunt.
“Gods, your cock,” he groaned, adjusting his hips. “I-I’ve been thinking about it, about you, all...all fucking day, Strella...”
Al closed his eyes and leaned back, melting against his lover’s body. He moaned as he thrust against the fingers inside of him. His free hand came over to his clit, stroking and tugging and sliding it around in his fingertips for some relief.
Estrella was transfixed, watching him become a mess in her arms. Her cock twitched deep in his ass as she watched, unable to look away.
“Please… Please, please please...” Whether he knew it or not, Al was putting on a show, riding the four fingers in his pussy. His panting, the creak of the bed, and the wet sounds his moving fingers made came together like music to Estrella’s ears. “I need it, need you, Strella, so godsdamnit, please...!”
That was what she’d been waiting for. Estrella quickly freed her fingers from inside of Al and grabbed both of his hands so he had to stop touching himself. He whined in protest and whipped his head to the side, only to see Estrella smirking at him with lustful purple eyes.
She released his hands. “Get up. Off. Quickly now, dear.”
Not missing a beat, Al scrambled to move as ordered. He couldn’t hold back a small whine as he lifted himself off of his lover’s cock. Al bit his lower lip, countering the urge to pout now that his ass was empty, save for the lube that was trying to drip out of him.
Estrella nodded and stood up. She smiled warmly at him. “Now, I need to get ready to give you what you want, Al. In the meantime, you’re going to lie down here and wait, but I want you to hold your thighs open with your hands. Can you do that for me, dear?”
Al nodded wordlessly and rolled over to follow her orders. And when Estrella returned, ready, she found him just as she'd asked—the tall, Elezen man was on his back, hands holding his thighs as wide as he could. And between his legs sat her prize—wet and spread and waiting for her to enter.
From between his legs, Al gazed up at her with bleary eyes. He dragged his tongue over his lips. “Strella…”
Smiling, Estrella kneeled on the bed and positioned herself. The head of her cock nudged at the entrance of Al’s cunt, ready to spread him open and fill him up as he wished. All it would take would be the slightest move of her hips.
Keeping her hips still, she leaned over Al and reached her hand out toward him. Her fingertips softly caressed Al’s face.
“That wasn't so hard, was it?” she asked. “After all, good boys get what they want.”
Al would’ve usually had a snappy response to that, but when she moved slightly and her thick cock began to fill his cunt the way he’d been dreaming about all day, all thoughts left him; he could only moan instead.