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Fills Post #2

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This is amazing! A great start - makes you wonder what are Andy's previous experiences with volcanos. I love that she had to pretend to be injured.
I love your OCs, I'm glad they got out I really hope they make it to Britain)

> It had been a long time since Andromache had considered anywhere to be her true home, but she knew Quintus was right. A home, a place that you loved and lived for years and where you had friends and family—that would surely be difficult to leave. The thought of leaving Quynh and Lykon, the people closest to her and who she considered family, and never seeing them again was enough to make her heart hurt, and she thought it must be the same thing.

Oww, my heart. This was beutiful.

> Somehow, it gave Andromache a small amount of peace to know she could never have brought all of Pompeii away from the danger. She had brought some of them out of the city, at least.

I honestly can't pick a favorite between this sentence and the previous one. It's so nice to see her more accepting of her limits.

Great work! Can't wait to see the other parts! Thank you so much for filling it!

YES THERE'S MORE, wonderful addition!

Amazing smut! Why do I have the feeling Nicolo ends up wrapped up, muzzled and back in that box when it's time for them to return to the King's home? Nice work.

🔥🔥🍌🍑😊

Yay thank you so much! Glad you liked it! I feel like as old as Andy is, she's definitely seen at least one volcano like Pompeii.

Oh yes they definitely make it to Britain I think — I love them quite a bit too :')

Ahhh I loved writing those quotes! It kinda hurt to write about how sad she'd be to lose Quynh and Lykon tho omg :'(

Hopefully the other parts will be out soon!!! And you're very welcome!

Prompt:

"Porn with feelings is one of my favorite things, so: Five Times Joe and Nicky invited Booker into their bed and the one time they told him to stay.

You do not need to be explicit with the smut if you do not want to, although that would be lovely and much appreciated.

Just give me Joe&Nicky and Booker catching feelings throughout decades worth of hookups while thinking that the other party is only interested in friendship and sex.

Angst With A Happy Ending, please.

Bonus for Bottom!Booker, but it is not a must.

Double Bonus for Exasperated!Andy dropping hints that they are too oblivious to understand."

Fill: Bedfellows

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28894740

Aaaaahhhhh.... The foreshadowing of wall sex... 🔥🔥🔥🔥

The soldiers—a large group of them, from both sides of the conflict—had seen Quynh’s arm grow back after it was cut off, and Lykon come back to life after a fatal wound to his stomach. They had run away in horror, shouting to each other, likely to tell their friends and their officers, and Quynh sighed knowing that she, Andromache, and Lykon would need to flee.

Read the rest on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28694625/chapters/71103249#workskin

For this kink meme prompt
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/2998.html?thread=753590

Fill on AO3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28983210

Yusuf discovers quickly how much more pliant Nicolo is when he has been satiated. Which leads him to wonder, hungrily, just how much more he can wring out from the priest.

He ends up helping Nicolo up, unsteady as he is, walks them over to wall, leading him by his wrists, still tightly bound together; Yusuf has no prospects of untying them anytime soon.

Instead he turns Nicolo around so that he hisses as his front is forced against cold marble, his bound hands trapped between the wall and his stomach. Yusuf guides them up above his head, presses firmly down once, and Nicolo interlocks his fingers in appeasement.

“Oh, sweet thing…” Yusuf begins to ramble. He slips his fingers to circle Nicolo’s taint, still wet and loose, cannot wait to make it even more so. And Nicolo…he actually pushes his plush ass backwards, almost like he is presenting himself.

Yusuf brings his hand down against a cheek, roughly, chuckles darkly when Nicolo moans in response, and then starts kneading the flesh. “You are not a cockwhore,” he says against Nicolo’s neck, “though you certainly seem to act like one.”

Nicolo pants in response, does not expect Yusuf at all to go in for another smack. And another, and another as he alternates between painting the priest’s ass red and palming himself, bringing his neglected cock out of his pants, watching the way it twitches at the sight of Nicolo’s entrance.

“Look at you,” Yusuf continues, “why, I’d bring my hand against your lovely ass for the rest of the night until Genoa can hear your screams. Until the wall is dripping of you and your spend, and only because of my palm.”

“Please,” Nicolo says, “please, your highness…”

“But I promised I would fill you up,” Yusuf says, and he unceremoniously turns Nicolo around so that they are now face to face, Yusuf now entirely aware of the inches in their height difference as Nicolo stares up at him with those big, sea-colored eyes. And oh - he is leaking with precome, and he looks somewhat embarrassed, that Yusuf could bring him to this again, in mere minutes, without so little as touching his cock.

“Look at you,” Yusuf says, his eyes traveling from his cock to the gems that still adorn his nipples, to his parted lips, exhaling halted breaths in clear anticipation.

Yusuf’s hand brushes Nicolo’s cock once, twice, until it is coated with the priest’s precome. And then he slicks his own cock with it, generously, watches Nicolo hungrily as he does so. “Keep your hands up,” Yusuf orders, hands coming round to grip at either side of Nicolo’s hips, then his cheeks, then under his thighs; he hosts him up, and slowly begins to lower the priest on his cock.

“Ah- ah!” Nicolo starts, adjusting to the intrusion. Yusuf is not of modest size, any of his lovers would never lie; yet still, he slides into Nicolo with surprising ease, like they were built for each other.

“Your highness,” Nicolo says, and his hands scramble for purchase on nothing; he brings one strong thigh around the Yusuf’s own ass, the other scrambling to repeat the motion as Yusuf begins to thrust into him.

“Oh, your highness,” Nicolo continues on, face grotesque with absolute ecstasy, eyes screwed shut, mouth wide open. “Yes - yes, like that!” he cries despite himself, and Yusuf thinks he’s found his sweet spot.

Yusuf repeats the motion again mercilessly, not waiting for Nicolo to adjust at all. “Like that?” he teases, and begins to mouth at Nicolo’s clavicle.

“Yes,” Nicolo pants, “yes…”

It is not the most coordinated, but it doesn’t matter; Yusuf’s cannot afford rhythm when it comes to Nicolo, who meets him halfway with his thrusts.

“Fuck me,” Nicolo pants, and Yusuf blinks back, cannot believe at all that this man was a priest mere weeks ago. “Fuck me,” Nicolo continues, “fuck me, your highness, fuck me —“

It’s certainly not as if Yusuf had intended to stop. He continues his chase for his own release, but cannot peel his eyes away from Nicolo’s cock, red and hard as it had been the beginning of the evening.

“Cockwhore,” Yusuf spills before he can stop himself, watches the way Nicolo nods in certain agreement. “You are my cockwhore.”

“Yes -“ Nicolo pants, “yes-“

“Say it,” Yusuf says, though he cannot even seem to think of a consequence if he does not oblige; the priest will come anyway. “Say what you are.”

“Your cockwhore,” Nicolo pants, “your cockwhore.”

And he begins to spill, again. His stomach is glistening with his own release, cock spitting come like he already hadn’t moments ago.

It is enough to drive Yusuf now to the edge.

Yusuf thrusts once, twice, and is gone, dissolved into this man, this priest. He cannot imagine coming down from this rapture. Nicolo’s hands have fallen from where the were pinned, but they obediently go around Yusuf’s neck, like he knows in his bones not to touch his own cock unless Yusuf says otherwise.

Yusuf presses his forehead against Nicolo’s neck, briefly, ignoring the strain of his hands trembling with Nicolo’s weight. Then he begins to set Nicolo down, giving him the chance to regain his balance.

“Come,” Yusuf says after a moment, after he had unbound Nicolo’s wrists and glimmered in pride at the molted red and purple coloring around them. “Now we take our rest. And tomorrow…I know not of what it brings, only that I am content to spend it with you.”

Yusuf is not used to his days being filled with the promise of such ecstasies. It is weeks past since he had first had the priest and they still cannot manage to keep themselves from one another. And in the days following, they had learned more about each other, and Yusuf could no longer deny that there were more things that made him yearn for Nicolo’s company.

Which is all well and good as far as Yusuf is concerned; to the rest of his council, Nicolo was filling his duties. But with each growing the day, particularly this morning when Yusuf had ordered breakfast delivered to his quarters after yet another night of very thorough lovemaking, he found himself unable to care what others would think.

Yusuf watches the way Nicolo eats like a starving man, distantly remembering the strange ways of the priests and how they denied themselves many pleasure in life, food trailing right behind lovemaking.

“Forgive me,” Yusuf starts, “but I cannot seem to understand something.”

“And what is that?” Nicolo asks without looking up.

“How were you ever a priest, sweet thing? I cannot seem to picture it. What with the way you begged for my cock last night, said you needed me in you like one needs to breathe.”

Nicolo’s cheeks go red. “I…always had urges.”

Yusuf’s eyebrows go up. “And you never acted on them?”

“Of course not,” Nicolo says, “I wouldn’t be here if I had, your highness.”

“Well then I am eternally grateful you waited,” Yusuf smirks.

They eat in silence more a moment more, but Nicolo senses Yusuf’s eyes on him.

“What?” Nicolo says, suddenly conscious of the way he is trying to consume his meal.

“Nothing,” Yusuf says, eyes glimmering in amusement. He watches Nicolo for a moment more, then, “actually, there is something.”

“If you’re going to suggest once more that you would rather have my cock for breakfast —“

“I think we should wed,” Yusuf says, and he cannot seem to read the expression on Nicolo’s face.

“That is not a very funny joke,” the priest ends up saying.

Yusuf makes a show of mock rage. “I would never joke of such a thing!”

“Yusuf - your highness - I will never return to Genoa. You can have tonight and tomorrow and as many times as we’d both like, you need not worry of what others think —“

“I certainly do not,” Yusuf affirms. “I worry what you think, sweet thing. Am I not desirable to you?”

“Of course,” Nicolo says, “but it does not matter what I want -“

“Of course it does,” Yusuf interrupts. “And if you desire me, and I you, then we belong to one another, do we not?”

“Why me?” Nicolo contends out of nowhere. “You’ve had many lovers - many unions that would bring you much more joy —“

“No one has brought me joy the way you have,” Yusuf explains. “If you are just my cockwhore, then why have I not taken another? I enjoy your company. You offer enlightening counsel. I have you in my bed every night, like I would a husband.”

“We cannot do it,” Nicolo says after a while, but he does not seem to want to argue. “Your council will not approve of such a union. Nor will your people.”

“My country has seen things more perplexing than a king marrying his concubine,” Yusuf explains. “It is how I and my father before me came into this world. We are not bound by archaic law.”

“Yes, but a Genoan? And a Genoan priest at that?” Nicolo balks.

It would not matter. If anything, it would serve Nicolo’s homeland, bring an insurmountable amount of trust to Nicolo’s people. Yusuf’s conquest was an unmountable success, Val now a measly lord and subject only to what Yusuf deemed best for both of their kingdoms.

“It is like I said,” Yusuf says, and a wicked smile forms on his lips. He lifts himself from his end up the table to where Nicolo stays seated, tilts the other man’s head up with a hand under his chin like he had months ago. “We are not bound by archaic law.”

Nicolo smiles and it reaches the sea of his eyes. “Then I-“ he starts, licking his lips, “I cannot seem to find any more reasons to disagree with you, your highness.”

At that, Yusuf swoops down and kisses him. Oh, how he cannot wait for the coming days. Perhaps he will extend an invitation to Val. It would be endlessly amusing for him to discover what has become of his gift.

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sorry for the slight delay in wrapping this up but hope you all enjoyed this! I kinda wanted to end on a sappy note. Thank you for your kind comments! Expect me to put this up on ao3 fairly soon.

I love that ending, so sweet! The sex was amazing, too

Perfect ending!

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/8523.html?thread=3146315#cmt3146315

Nile has gone undercover to help the team take down some kinda human trafficking/sex slavery/ forced prostitution ring or another and she knew it would be hard and might require her to get her hands dirty so to speak but she did not expect what's happened to her.

The team is freeing all the captive people, when Booker finds Nile bound, maybe drugged up, face down, ass up blindfolded and clearly having been used. He decides to take a turn for himself while he's got the chance.

Writers choice if there's established Booker/Nile before this interaction but either way Nile is definitely incapable of consenting to this, Also writers choice if she somehow recognizes him

+1000 bonus if he decides to get her off as a treat for a job well done, because she did give the team the info they needed to get in after all...

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It takes them three sweeps of the building before he finds Nile in the basement. He can’t see her face from where he’s standing in the doorway, but he knows it’s her just from one glance. He’d recognized her anywhere, even in the state she’s in. He radios the team immediately to let them know, and gets a terse confirmation. The others are busy tending to the rest of the women up on the surface. Dozens upon dozens had been locked up in this building.

And here is Nile, all the way at the bottom.

Is she down here because she was prized in some way? Or because she wasn’t?

Booker steps into the room carefully, gun held aloft as he clears it corner by corner. There’s no one here. Nothing here.

Just Nile, naked and strapped to what might generously be called a bed. As he holsters his gun, Booker looks closely at her for the first time. Her wrists are chained together and lashed the headboard. Her legs are tied to either side of the frame. Her head is pressed against the mattress, some kind of dark rag wrapped around it to serve as a makeshift blindfold, and her ass is up high in the air.

She does not move as he steps towards her, and when he calls out her name, there’s no response. For a wild second, he thinks she’s dead—really dead this time—but then he sees her body rising and falling and he knows she’s alive.

Used, but alive.

Now that he’s closer, he can see more of her. The sight of men’s cum, dried white against her dark skin, sets off something inside him. Something dark and angry and hungry. He stares at her, takes in the sight of her so thoroughly debauched, and he thinks, I wanted that.

He can feel his cock hardening in his pants. As horrific as this place is, some part of him is able to separate reality from what he sees before him.

And what he sees is Nile laid bare, completely on offer for him.

His cock thickens in his pants as he stares at her bound, cum-stained body, and a wild thought occurs to him.

Who would know?

If he fucked her right here, right now, like this—who would ever know?

The others were busy aboveground, shepherding the stolen and broken and battered women. It would take them a while before they would have a chance to radio for him, let alone look for him. And Nile… Well, she was out of it. And after all she’d willingly given up for the mission, surely she won’t mind one more sacrifice…

His cock is getting painfully hard now. All of the blood seems to be leaving his extremities and flooding to his center. He calls her name again, but she doesn’t respond. Doesn’t move.

He slips a hand into his pants, squeezing his cock as he moves to the foot of the bed. God, he wants her. He’s wanted her for ages.

His eyes bore into the pert roundness of her ass, stuck up there like a beacon. He wants to smack it and watch it bounce.

The thought alone makes him grunt, and he jerks his hips forward, unable to control himself. He can just barely see her cunt, those pink little lips dangling, teasing, drawing him in.

“Fuck,” he mutters, decision made.

He yanks his hand out of his pants and strips himself of his weapons before reaching for his zipper. He walks around to the side of the bed, climbing on the stained mattress behind her. Once he’s on his knees, he reaches out with both hands and, shaking, places them on her ass. Her skin is warm and smooth. He squeezes the supple flesh, first lightly and then harder and harder, seeking a response. She makes a small noise, but doesn’t turn to look at him. Her cheek is still resting against the mattress, turned to the side.

He takes his cock out with one hand and slides the other between her thighs. His hand touches wetness, and where before he was disgusted by the spent cum on her, now it excites him. He can feel her wetness too, and the difference in viscosity is thrilling. And telling.

He grins. “You eager little whore.”

“Hmm…” She mumbles something incoherent, rolling her head a little against the mattress, but she doesn’t say or do anything else.

“You are, aren’t you?” He squeezes his cock and smirks. “Cunt wet and ass up. You’re here waiting for it like it's your job.” He slips two fingers between her folds and feeling her loose, he adds two more just for the hell of it. “Is that why you volunteered, Nile? You wanted to be fucked like this?”

She says nothing, but he doesn’t need her to say anything. He withdraws his fingers, spreading her cunt wide, and then with one hard stroke, he shoves his cock inside. She isn’t as tight as he imagined—dreamed of, fantasized of—but it hardly matters. She’s here, his for the taking, and he isn’t going to waste a moment thinking on what could have been.

He grips her thighs and, knowing he doesn’t need to worry about hurting her, digs his nails in deep. He slams his cock into her cunt, again and again and again, letting the sound of their smacking flesh reverberate inside the concrete basement. The air is filling with his own hot, loud breaths, and he knows he isn’t going to last long. He never does after successful missions; the excitement is too much.

His thrusts are growing shallower and rougher, quick, quick, quick, and he knows he’s only seconds away from release, when suddenly he hears her speak.

“Book?” she mumbles, half into the mattress, sounding utterly disoriented.

His hips stutter to a stop, and he sucks in breath after breath, head spinning as he hangs onto her hips for dear life.

“Please,” she whispers, sighing. “Please… let it be you.”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe. He kneels there, still inside her, nails dug so deep into her skin he’s drawing blood, but he doesn’t speak. Neither does she. He waits as long as he can for another flash of recognition, but he can’t wait very long. His orgasm is bearing down on the door, and he knows if he doesn’t let it in, it’ll break through anyway.

He tilts his hips to draw his cock out, then shoves it back in. Once, twice, three times… He makes it to five before he comes, painting her cunt with his come, and nearly collapsing forward onto her bound body. He places a hand on her back to steady himself, effectively pushing her face deeper into the mattress, but she doesn’t complain. He takes a few minutes to gather himself as his cock softens and his breathing quiets.

Pulling out is a slick and sloppy affair, and watching his own cock fall out of her cunt makes him wish he could come again, right now. Instead, he drops down onto the small sliver of mattress she hasn’t taken up. When he turns his head to the side, her eyes are there, hazy and half-open. She blinks at him a few times, as if she’s trying to peer through fog to make out his shape. Their faces are only inches apart, but she doesn’t seem to recognize him.

Just as he’s thinking it’s time to get up, she speaks.

“Did I do a good job?”

He nearly laughs. He would, if he had the strength for it.

“You did,” he answers. He nudges his chin forward, and covers her mouth with his. “You did such a good job, sweet girl. You were perfect.”

“Hm.” It seems to take her a moment to process this, and even then she still sounds lost. “So I… I helped?”

“You helped.” He pinches her chin between his fingers, and kisses her again, opening her mouth and filling it with his tongue. “You helped very much, Nile.”

She sighs once he pulls away, and he watches as her eyes fall closed. He wonders what they drugged her with. Must be something very powerful, to have this sustained of an effect.

Booker tucks his soft cock back into his pants, and is about to get up when he feels a hand grappling at his shirt front.

“Wa… Wait,” she mumbles, still half-delirious, clinging to him with weak fingers. “You said I did good.”

He nods once, momentarily confused by the repetition. But then he realizes what it is she wants, and he does laugh aloud this time.

“You want a reward for a job well done, is that it?”

She makes a little mewling sound of affirmation, and he swears, hating how she can act the kitten even after taking his cock the way she did.

“Suppose it’s only fair,” he says to himself.

He turns her onto her side, and spreads her legs as much as the chains will allow. Then he slides down the mattress and buries his head between her legs. He eats himself and the others out of her cunt until it is just her, all her, that sweet and tangy and delicious taste he’s spent countless nights dreaming about. It fills his mouth, smears over his nose, drips down his chin. She’s whining and whimpering and making these high-pitched little Ung! Oh! Mmh! sounds that make him wish he could shove his tongue all the way inside her womb. With her legs and arms still shacked, so she can’t touch him, but knowing that she's straining against her bonds is enough of a thank-you.

When she comes, it’s with a sob, her body shaking so uncontrollably that he feels compelled to hold her until she comes down. He murmurs softly to her, kissing away the tears, before finally freeing her.

Once she can stand, he tosses her the extra set of clothes in his pack, and then they head back up to the surface to rejoin the others.

the way nile asks if it's him! she asks if she did good!! he eats her out! her little sounds! fjaajfd;l yes, thank you author. i would totally read more if you ever decide to!

(also love the use of blockquote)

That was so good! Thank you!

Op here!!!
This is soo good! like i figured the prompt was a long shot but not only did you deliver its better than anything that was in my head!!! the way nile is pliant and just barely becoming cognizant and desirous and the way booker knows he shouldnt but cant resist anyways and just!!! 1000 Chefs Kisses for you.
And yes if you wanted to expand this to what Nile's thinking/feeling or what happens after I would be there with bells on!!!

Thanks a million Author Anon!!

Ohhhhhhh damn Nile is so deliciously vulnerable in this. She wants to know she did well! She wants a reward for doing well and she gets it! Booker reassures her when she comes! Aaa!

Warnings for Nicolo/others (non-con), prostitution, violence. Yusuf/Nicolo (consensual). Slavery - forced servitude.
Prompt https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/9603.html?thread=3407747#cmt3407747
What if Nicolo and Yusuf hadn't travelled together in a truce. What if in the first village they passed Yusuf sold the beautiful stranger for a bag full of silver and went on his way. Years later he returns to the village having been drawn back by the memory of those green eyes and finds himself broken hearted by the sight of the stubborn crusader broken down and debased and resolves to save him/falls in love with him.

**I tweaked it a bit as I just couldn't see Yusuf permanently selling anyone for money.

Fill 1/? https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/9603.html?thread=3416451#cmt3416451

:D :D Thank you!!

Thank you!! Not sure what else I would write for this, but glad there's interest. ;D

Hi, OP!! So relieved you liked it! This was one of those prompts where the first time I saw it I was like "Nope, not for me" .... and then I kept thinking about it. I'm relieved you liked the references to Nile knowing it was him/wanting it to be him. Turns out I'm not too good at writing hardcore non-con, lol.

"with bells on" -- I love that phrase! x) Tbh, writing something from Nile's perspective is something I hadn't considered before. Part of me really wants to write more, now that you (and the other commenter) mention it, but then the rest of me feels like I will fail to take the emotional ramifications of this seriously. Like... The selfish part of me just wants them to keep fucking each other like animals, no bad vibes or broken trust at all, but I know that is NOT realistic given what Nile's been through lol.

Anyway, enough of my rambles! Thank you for that great prompt and the nice comment!! <3

Prompt is here:
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/4011.html?thread=1221035&posted=1#cmt1996715

Fully clothed Nile playing with her nipples. And only her nipples. Give me some soft moans, wet panties, a nipple piercing and one (or two?) very satisfying orgasm.

Fill is here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29132640

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/9603.html?thread=3348355#cmt3348355

Nicky was glad that he had spent some time cleaning up their suite, setting out scented candles and pulling out their favourite massage oil, because King Yusuf certainly looked tired when he came back after a long day of meetings and hearing commoners’ petitions.

Nicky knew he always tried so hard to listen to all of them and find fair solutions—that, after all, was how they had met. Nicolò had been nothing but an omega farm boy who had come to beg the young king for help. Nicky‘s father had recently died and Nicky and his omega mother were about to be thrown off of their own property because of antiquated inheritance laws requiring there to be an alpha or beta heir to inherit certain kinds of land. Nicky’s pleading and his eloquent arguments had not only caused Yusuf to immediately reform the laws in question, but had sparked a more particular interest, and before he had known it, a royal carriage was arriving at the di Genova farmhouse asking if “master Nicolò” would accept to join the king for a private dinner. Five months of courting, an enthusiastic blessing given by Nicolò’s mother, and yet another legal reform to allow the king to marry a commoner later, they were married in a ceremony that brought tears to most of the court’s eyes. Everyone, from the lords and ladies to the palace staff to which he was always so kind had immediately fallen in love with Nicky, and the whole kingdom rejoiced when the young royal couple announced their first pregnancy.

“How was your day?” Nicky asked, lifting himself out of the chair with difficulty to try and help Joe get undressed out of his heavy court clothes and into a simple dressing gown. Joe greeted him with a tender kiss, his hands going to cup the immense swell of Nicky’s belly. “Better now that I am with you, my love, my heart. How are you feeling? Is the child giving you any trouble?”

“No trouble at all,” Nicky answered. It had been a remarkably easy pregnancy, other than the fact that he felt like he was constantly burning with desire for Yusuf. Just that afternoon, while the king was holding court, Nicky had brought himself off three times, kneeling on their bed with his heavy belly beneath him and one of his favourite toys as deep as it would go, desperately wishing that it was his husband. He had hoped for the real thing that night, but he could see he would need to relax his husband first, to ease the cares of his day.

“I thought I could give you a massage, husband,” he suggested, pulling out the little bottle of oil, and Joe smiled tenderly. “You won’t strain yourself too much?” Nicky laughed, bright and cheerful. “It will be no strain at all, my heart, I will just sit by your side and work the knots out of your shoulders.”

Nicky had always given excellent massages, and he had honed his skills over his year of marriage, so that it wasn’t long before Yusuf was moaning softly as the tension released from his shoulders, and Nicky wasn’t surprised at all that when he turned his husband over, he found him already half-hard. He eyed it hungrily—even half-hard, Joe was an impressive girth—and he wrapped an oil slick hand around the length, pumping a few times.

“Ah!” Joe gasped, his hips rocking up into Nicky’s touch. “Nicky, my love, you don’t have to—“ Nicky laughed, pressing kisses to Joe’s face. “As if it’s such a chore,” he teased, then he pulled out his secret weapon, sucking lightly at the spot just beneath Joe’s ear that never failed to drive him mad with lust. “Will you take me, my love? I had to use our toys three times this afternoon already, I needed you so badly.”

The king groaned and flushed, but he gave Nicky’s belly a regretful look. “I don’t know if we should, my moon. You are so very pregnant, I am too afraid I might hurt you or our child.” Nicky frowned, peppering Joe’s face with kisses again. “Please, my heart. You know the healer told us it would be alright, and besides, Yasmin from the kitchens told me that your seed might quicken the babe’s arrival, and you know I was supposed to be delivered already last week.” Joe bit his lip, clearly considering, and Nicky threaded their fingers together. “I need you so badly, husband,” he pleaded. “We will be careful. I know you could never hurt me or the baby.”

“If we are careful,” Joe agreed, and trailed his fingers back to where Nicky wanted them. He looked up in shock as his fingers brushed against something smooth, and he pulled out one of the carved ivory toys with which Nicky amused himself when Joe was busy. “I wanted to be ready for you,” Nicky said coyly, and between that and the rush of slick that Joe had felt—and heard—when he pulled the toy out, his husband was going to be the death of him.

“Lay on your side, my darling,” Joe encouraged him. That was fast becoming the easiest position given Nicky’s enormous belly, and it allowed Joe to cuddle up close to his husband, wrapping an arm around what passed for Nicky’s waist these days and sliding in easily. Nicky groaned as he finally got what he had been craving all day, bringing Joe’s hand up to his nipples, which had become ever more sensitive in the weeks leading up to the birth. Joe’s hips were still as he tried to give Nicky time to adjust, but his husband was already squirming on his cock. “Come on, Yusuf, I need you,” he begged, and Joe could never say no to his beloved consort.

He valiantly tried to start off slow, but it had been a few days since they had made love—his own fault, as he had been too worried about it hurting Nicky somehow—and Nicky just felt so good clenching around him and bathing Yusuf’s cock in slick, and the whimpers and cries he let slip with every thrust were driving the king to distraction, not to mention the constant reminder, every time Joe’s fingers passed over Nicky’s puffy chest or the huge swell of his belly, that his husband was round and full with his child, the baby that their love had created.

He lost track of time, lost track of anything except how earth-shatteringly good it was, and he snapped his hips faster and faster until he realised with alarm that his cock was fattening at the base. Yusuf normally had better control over his knot than this and he hadn’t knotted Nicky for months even though the medic had promised him it would be fine. “Nicolo—“ Yusuf gasped out in a strangled voice. “I’m going to—do you want me to pull out—“ Nicky shook his head vehemently, rocking back on Joe’s length. “Please, Yusuf, I need it, missed this so much, please, but I just need to see you, my heart,” and Joe could hardly deny his love, not when he had missed it just as badly. Carefully he managed to turn them, to help Nicky up on top of him, his hands on Nicky’s hips to help steady him, and rocked his hips up one last time. He howled as his knot popped inside, his eyes rolling back in his head as the first wave of his orgasm washed over him, groaning as Nicky came as well, clenching tightly around him and milking Joe’s knot.

He had forgotten how good this felt, how overwhelming it was to ride wave after wave of his climax. He held Nicky close, savouring the feeling of being tied so closely together, until Nicky started to try and pull away. “What are you doing, my love?” Joe asked, a bit alarmed at how Nicky’s movements were tugging painfully at the place that they were locked together. “Nicky, darling, you’ll hurt yourself, we have to wait, it’ll take at least another twenty minutes for my knot to go down,” he reminded him, and as if to prove his point, his length twitched, spurting out another thick glob of his release as the pleasure washed over him yet again.

“Yusuf,” Nicky whined, cheeks flushed and squirming a bit in a way that might have felt good to Joe if it wasn’t alarming him. “What is it, my heart? Are you hurting somehow?” Joe asked, his heart sinking at the thought that maybe somehow they had hurt Nicky after all. Nicky shook his head quickly, a small reassurance, and then he blurted out “I need to pee,” and Joe’s eyes widened. “Right now,” Nicky insisted, his hand rubbing at a spot right above his hip with a groan. “The baby is—fuck, Yusuf—right in the wrong spot and your knot, I forgot how much pressure it is, and, well. I need the toilet urgently,” he insisted.

As relieved as he was that nothing was seriously wrong with the baby or with Nicky, Joe wasn’t quite sure what to do under the circumstances. Helplessly, he entangled his fingers with Nicky’s, squeezing in comfort. “It won’t be long until my knot goes down,” he promised Nicky. “You can make it, I’m sure, I’ll keep you occupied so you don’t think about it.” Nicky made a wounded noise, hand reaching down to physically grab at his groin so hard that it looked painful, and shook his head. “No, Joe, I can’t wait that long, sometimes we’ve been tied together for nearly an hour and it’s been a while since you knotted me. I need to go right now,” he insisted, rocking on Joe’s knot in a way that made it very difficult for him to think about solutions to his husband’s predicament.

“Okay,” Joe soothed, squeezing Nicky’s hand again. “If you need to go now, then we’ll figure it out, my love. Just—it’s going to be a little tricky since we’re still tied together.” He bit his lip, thinking of how to work it, and slowly started inching over towards the edge of the bed, Nicky still straddling him. When he got close to the edge of the mattress, he tapped Nicky’s thighs gently. “Hold these tight around my waist,” he told him, taking Nicky’s hands and wrapping them around his neck, and then carefully, very carefully, managed to stand up with Nicky wrapped around him.

“Oh, fuck,” Joe cursed as he stood, the new position letting him slide infinitesimally deeper into Nicky. He had to pause standing by the bed, trembling faintly, as he rode through another aftershock of his climax, and Nicky whined at the pressure from Joe’s knot. “Joe, please,” he begged, holding onto his husband for dear life. “I need to go really badly, I don’t know how long I can hold it,” and Joe sighed, kissing his cheek. “I’ll try and get you there as soon as I can,” he told Nicky, already thinking that there was no way he could carry Nicky all the way across their suite, through the living room and to the small water closet. He did think there was a chamber pot in the living room that he might be able to carry him to, and he started heading there.

It was extremely slow going. Not only was it unwieldy to carry a heavily pregnant Nicky wrapped around his waist like a koala, but Joe wasn’t used to trying to do anything in the middle of knotting his husband except cuddling him close and savouring the waves of pleasure. Not to mention, Joe’s brain—very concerned about his husband, very sorry that he was having such a tough time—and his dick weren’t exactly on the same page. Joe’s dick, in fact, was in seventh heaven to feel Nicky squirming and to hear his soft whimpers, and when Joe stopped to press Nicky against their bedroom wall, shuddering as he released again inside his husband, Nicky sighed, kissing the corner of Joe’s mouth. “Never seen you come this much, even when we’re knotted,” he told Joe, sounding equal parts exasperated and turned on, and then squeezed his legs tighter around his husband. “Joe, please, I really need to go,” he begged, and Joe redoubled his efforts after that, waddling awkwardly into the living room, constantly having to adjust his grip on Nicky to make sure that his husband and their precious baby were securely wrapped around his waist and that he didn’t pull too much at the knot when he walked. “Almost there,” he tried to encourage Nicky, but he only heard a muffled wail in response, and then he felt a brief splash of something warm against his chest.

He looked down, a bit puzzled, and saw Nicky’s hands gripping his own cock in desperation, as if he was trying to strangle it, and Joe’s heart melted. “You can let it go if you need to, my love,” he told Nicky gently, and Nicky looked up at him in utter panic before he started to piss a steady stream against Joe’s chest. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Nicky muttered, but Joe just pressed kisses to Nicky’s cheeks, holding him close. “It’s alright, darling, just let go, that’s good,” he encouraged, rubbing Nicky’s back in slow circles. “That probably feels good, doesn’t it? I’m sorry you had to hold it like that, I’m sure it wasn’t comfortable.”

Nicky gave a muffled sob, burying his face in Joe’s neck and holding on for dear life, and finally, finally, the wetness against Joe’s belly and trickling down his thighs started to taper off. “I am so, so sorry,” he started to apologise, and Joe immediately shushed him. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, my heart. I’m just glad that you let it go so you don’t have to feel uncomfortable any more.” Nicky sighed, slumping against Joe’s chest, and Joe pressed kisses to his hair. “I peed on you,” Nicky muttered in a small voice, and Joe nuzzled his cheek. “Nothing that a nice bath won’t fix, hmm?” He maneuvered them over to a wooden chair, thinking it would be easier to clean, and settled Nicky carefully in his lap. “Everything’s fine, my darling,” he assured his husband.

Nicky groaned as they sat down, the movement causing Joe’s knot to shift against his rim, and Joe smiled as he saw Nicky’s length starting to fatten again beneath the huge swell of his belly. “My insatiable love,” he remarked fondly, carding his fingers through Nicky’s hair. “I bet that felt good to let all that out after you were holding it, didn’t you?” He asked, starting to move his hips in tight circles, letting his slowly deflating knot stimulate Nicky’s rim. Nicky nodded, muffling a moan into Joe’s neck and grinding down on Joe in return. “Please, Yusuf,” he begged. “I need you again,” and he brought one of Joe’s hands up to cup his chest, fingers tweaking the reddened nipple that was all ready to nourish their child, while the other rested on the immense bump of Nicky’s belly. “Whatever you need, my heart,” Joe promised, leaning in to kiss Nicky sweetly. “Anything for my beloved husband and the father of our little one.”

Super hot, I loved this!

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