Capítulo 15: CH 14: {S} Thighjob {2nd S}
(A/N: I finally found my meme!! Here, you can wheeze like me or feel sorry for poor Radahn. Or both lol.)
Alistair :"I'm a pro."
Miquella :"What pro?"
Alistair :"A pro-blem."
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Warnings: dom Alistair, sub Miquella, sub Melina, blowjob (A receiving), masturbation (Melina performing), thighjob (A receiving), feels
Alistair was in heaven. While he was seated, two gorgeous demigods were on their knees and all over his raging erection. Miquella had even forgotten all about his and Melina's heated argument as they both opted to serve him.
Their tongues and lips, one thick and the other deliciously soft, felt absolutely amazing. His head gently fell back with a groan as Miquella sucked on the underside of the back of his crown, right where it felt the best, while Melina worshipped the base. Her fingers gently caressing the balls filled and ready to impregnate.
"Fuck~, just like that." While one hand supported him, his other hand moved into Miquella's golden locks as he took in his crown. Widening his mouth so much was a difficult task, but the ache was replaced by a moan when the delicious taste of his member all but intoxicated him. He could get drunk on the rich taste of his precum.
So his tongue lapped again and again on the slit of the veiny member's crown, causing Alistair to shiver in delight. The hand that caressed his hair gently gave him determination. Bravery to pleasure his future consort even further.
And so, despite his mouth already being as open as it could get, he tried to take him even deeper. Not caring if it would be painful for himself or not. He needed to prove not just to Melina or even Alistair, but to himself, that he could love and hold like anybody else.
But before he could push in a dangerous amount, Alistair's hands stopped his head. Gentle in their touch as they held him in place and softly pulled him off entirely. Miquella frowned, eyes filled with worry. Worried that he had disappointed, just as he had feared.
But Alistair's soft thumbs against his cheeks soothed his beating heart :"Calm down, love. Your mouth already feels incredible, believe me. You should already know that I don't sugarcoat or lie. I just don't want you to hurt yourself. If you really want me to feel good, don't make me worry. Just take the tip in your mouth and rub the rest with your fingers, okay?"
Relief took over him, more than what should have been necessary. He nodded softly :"Okay." He whispered, before doing as Alistair instructed. But frowned with jealousy when Melina went lower and kissed and sucked on his balls, causing Alistair's head to fall back with a groan :"Goddamn, you two are amazing for two virgins."
Melina's eyebrow rose in interest, pulling off of him to look curiously :"And why would you assume I'm a virgin?"
Alistair returned with a smirk, trying to speak right and not slur from the way Miquella worked up his dick :"When seeing my dick in full length, there are only three reactions. The scared ones from the normal girls, the hungry ones from loo... let's not be rude, experienced ones, and as for the last one, virgins who have no idea what they're in for and are only excited about having a huge one for their first time. So, which one are you?"
"I know not know if I should be impressed or weirded out by your observation." She smirked :"But thou art speaking the truth. Relationships, no matter what kind, have not been of no importance or interest to me, who has a clear goal in mind. So, yes, I am a virgin without experience."
Miquella frowned. Surely the fact of her being a virgin would arouse him even further. It would be for most men of the Lands Between. After all, an untainted flower would always be even a greater claim. But to both of their surprise, Alistair smiled, a gentle one, and cupped her marked cheek just as gently :"And sorry to say this, but you are going to stay a virgin. Because I'm not planning on taking you."
Both Miquella and Melina were stunned. What else could come out of the current situation other than sex? But he refused the offer instead. Miquella, filled with curiosity, pulled off of Alistair to listen attentively.
Melina didn't look mad nor offended. It wasn't because she was lacking womanly charms, that was for sure. Not only was she confident in her looks, she could also see it in his eyes. It wasn't because he didn't find her attractive, but because he simply refused to take her.
"May I ask why?" She answered curiously, and Alistair sighed with a smile :"Come on, what do you think? Even if we're not married or in an official relationship, I've already promised myself to Miquella. I'm not going to have sex with someone other than him when we're already pseudo fiances! Especially not in front of him! And besides, a threesome for our first time? Now that's one hell of a way to break feelings between us."
They were stunned once again. His words would have been normal, if in any other situation. But they were already halfway there, and he refused the offer. Miquella was even more surprised. But it was a welcome surprise. His answer and consideration warmed up his heart.
He couldn't lie, he was dissatisfied with the current situation. Even if it was to prove a point birthed from his insecurities, he didn't want to share his partner one bit. No man would. But they were already too far gone for him to go back. He didn't want to admit defeat, to surrender, and to prove Melina's words.
But when Alistair admitted he didn't want their first time, a sacred moment between lovers, to be involved with another person, he had to be thankful for how large Alistair's member was, because he could duck behind it and hide his smile.
"I see." Melina muttered, before chuckling softly :"Hahahaha, I see. Even though you act like a brute sometimes, you surely are a caring partner. Alright then, I'll respect your choice. And I have to admit, your words of how a virgin reacts is true.
I acted excited upon seeing your raw length, since I thought the words of other women, "bigger is always better", was true. But I only understood how absolutely painful it would feel to be split in half, and probably get actually wounded, when it was too late to back out. Now, I am relieved to not worry about my vagina being torn apart. Then I shall pray for your bottom, Miquella. I hope you won't be in that much of a bad condition."
Miquella shivered. She spoke of the truth, he just didn't want to admit it. Alistair's member might have as well been a whole ass arm. He was genuinely scared of what would happen if that entered him. Or tried to enter. Or could enter at all.
Melina's gaze returned to Alistair before smiling. A smile that made him shiver, for he, as a rather perverted guy in mind, could see what was behind that kind smile :"I can just take care of my own lust while watching you two. That's the least you could offer after getting me aroused, no?"
"Wha- no!" Miquella quickly refused, face red :"Y-you cannot watch, yet you're asking to t-take care of yourself while watching us?! No way! Over my dead body!"
"Well, aren't you a shameless one? You two get me so excited, yet do not even take this little of a responsibility? Some god and Lord you are."
"This was your idea to begin with! You have no right-"
Before they could argue again, Alistair intervened :"Alright, alright, that's enough! Sorry to break it to you, Melina, but one, not only do I also feel uncomfortable having our first time while you watch, two, I can't force Miquella to agree, and three, we're not going to have sex today anyway."
"Huh? We're/you're not?" Miquella's heart sank as his insecurities came back. What if he didn't find him attractive after all? What if he finally realized he wasn't one that could be held? What if-
But Alistair, seeing his worry in his eyes, interrupted his thoughts with a flick to Miquella's forehead :"Seriously, you can be such an idiot." The golden femboy frowned, rubbing his aching forehead :"You're supposed to be a manipulating mastermind, but give in to your own insecurities so easily."
He frowned, averting his gaze. He didn't want to admit to his words being true. Alistair sighed at his stubbornness at such an unnecessary time :"Listen, Miquella, one, I think you fail to realize that you'd probably DIE if I put even half of my dick in you. Two,"
His gaze turned from scolding into a gentle one as his hand found his cheek, guiding his gaze back to him as he smiled fondly :"I'm not going to take advantage of your perfectly reasonable insecurities to have sex with you."
Miquella gulped thickly. That loving look was too much for his heart. He could only let his head lean into his warm palm, letting him draw soft circles on his cheek :"I know you feel insecure about romance and basically anything that comes with it.
But that doesn't mean that should let it rile you up. Believe me, it's not because I don't find you attractive. And believe me when I say that I want to pin you down, pin your legs next to your pretty face and absolutely breed that pretty asshole of yours till your stomach is bloated with my cum."
His face twitched, and he could feel how hot his face grew. There he went again, turning all vulgar and putting such shameful images in his mind. But Alistair brought his attention back with a chuckle :"But again, believe me, this isn't the right time yet.
We're not in the stage for it to be right. We want to make this work, remember? For us to be genuine partners, instead of being like Queen Marika and her consorts, who could only either take advantage of or get taken advantage of. So if we want this to work, we need to be patient with our steps."
Miquella could cry. Hearing the confirmation at the moment of his vulnerability, when the insecurities he had carried ever since he became aware of them were finally going to bear fruit, caused them all to be burnt away. He was worried he found him lacking. But it was the opposite. Alistair found so much worth in him as a person that he wanted to work it correctly.
But he didn't cry. Held it in instead. He would let the tears of relief fall when their relationship bore fruit instead. But now, he opted to bury his face in his big hand and kiss it as he eyed the surprised Tarnished :"Thank you, mine dear consort. I shall surely remember thine words."
Alistair chuckled :"You're welcome, love. Anything for you." The pet name raised his heartbeat, but he found it welcoming. Beside them, Melina frowned :"So I did all of that for nothing? Seriously? Haaah, that's the last time I'm playing the wingman for you."
Miquella frowned in confusion, making Alistair laugh softly :"Didn't you notice? Seriously, we need to work on insecurities. They make you way too rash. Melina didn't even want to do it with me. She said it herself. She just wanted us to forcibly progress by making you face your insecurities. Because for people like you, it would take a very long time to get over it normally. And women like her... welp, they're not the patient bunch when it comes to their fantasies."
"You goddamn right." She answered confidently, unbothered entirely even when Miquella looked at her in shock :"But it was all for nothing, I guess. Not only did you refuse instead, I'm all worked as well. Haaah, how annoying."
"Well, I wouldn't say THAT. Sure, we didn't go all the way, but we went far enough for Miquella to welcome intimate moments from now on. And also," His smile turned into a wolfish grin, making Miquella shiver nervously :"My dear future husband, you didn't actually believe that I'll just endure getting blue balled, right? Sure, we're not gonna fuck, but you sure as hell are gonna make me feel good too. You know, some payback for the heaven I let your dick experience before."
"Ooh, so it wasn't for nothing indeed." Melina looked interested. Meanwhile, Miquella gulped. Averting his gaze as he spoke quietly :"V-very well then. What would you have me do? Should I... continue what I was doing?"
"Nope. I've got something spicier in mind." He snickered mischievously, making Miquella heat up from the lecherous look in his eyes :"Come on, stand up on your knees."
Miquella obeyed without a word. Standing on his knees and covering his yet again erect member. Not only was he still shy in front of Alistair, Melina was right there as well. The noiret didn't seem bothered though as he licked his lips :"Alright, now turn around."
He obeyed again, but was more fidgety. Showing his naked backside made him even more nervous :"J-just w-what do you have in mind?" He looked back shyly, gulping when Alistair got behind him. Close enough to feel his member poking his thighs.
"This." He grinned hungrily before pushing forward, causing his member to enter the gap between his thighs and right under his pelvis. Causing Miquella to yelp when its heavy weight pushed up against his own delicate parts.
"Good, now close your thighs." He obeyed again, albeit more nervous. His breath had gotten uneven yet again, and figured he seemed even more worked up when Alistair hugged his waist and began to gently thrust in and out of the gap between his closed thighs.
"Mmm, ohh, this is it." He growled next to Miquella's red ear. He was hunched over him, covering the smaller male like a hunter about to feast on his prey. But he barely put any weight on Miquella as he fucked his thighs.
"And I thought I'm perverted." Melina muttered, genuinely intrigued. But her words disappeared into a moan as her fingers found her cunt. She was ignored by the boys, who opted for their own gay pleasure instead. (A/N: Based🗿.)
Miquella's toes curled at the sensations. His thighs were on fire. The heat of the giant member rubbing against his smooth and soft thighs made him feel like they were about to be burned.
His breath grew further uneven, occasional quiet moans escaping him from the strange sensation. But his gasps turned into a surprised moan when Alistair's dick moved higher, to right under his own member, and began to rub against its underside.
His hands found Alistair's on his waist, grabbing them desperately as the amazing yet strange toe curling sensation racked through him. He threw his head back, letting it rest on the larger male's shoulder, while his thighs were locked in place by Alistair's legs keeping them in place.
"A... Alistair, wait..." He gasped :"T-this... this is t-too vulgar!" He moaned. Then moaned again when Alistair ignored him and instead grabbed both of their dicks in one hand :"Yeah, that's why it feels so good."
He grinned into Miquella's neck, the ticklish sensation turning into a moan as Alistair kissed and gently bit it :"Just look." He obeyed. Looking down to immediately gulp at the way the Tarnished fucked his thighs.
The pace of which his large member, appearing humongous compared to his own, continued to slowly accelerate, until Miquella was left as a mess. His dick, coated in precum, would get even shinier when Alistair would coat it with his own cum. The higher quantity resulted in his member being completely covered in a vulgar layer of precum.
The noiret's hands moved higher, finding his hardened nipples and giving them a good squeeze. Making Miquella moan loudly in surprise as his hands grabbed onto Alistair's. Unsure if he wanted to pull him off or encourage him for further pleasure. Alistair chose the second.
Relentless as he pinched and pulled on the small buds, making Miquella squirm and moan from the pleasure. It was unfamiliar, even more than the one between his thighs, but they were all welcome.
"C-consort, I-I'm close..." Miquella moaned, his body beginning to shake as Alistair, excited by the pet name, accelerated even more :"Then don't hold back. Come on, just cum for me."
He didn't need much more encouragement. The permission alone was enough to let him spill his essence once more silently, even though he thought himself empty after the bath. However, just like before, Alistair didn't stop. Miquella had already climaxed, but the goal was Alistair's own climax.
He, however, did slow down to give him breathing space. Kissing his ear and cheek lovingly as he did so :"You with me, love? Can I continue?"
Miquella wheezed, his body too excited to answer calmly. But he tried with a gulp and a nod :"Y-yes. I-I am okay, so do continue, m-mine consort." He could feel the smile poking his ear, causing him to smile breathlessly as well :"Thanks, hun."
So he bared with the overstimulation and helped his consort. Even after cumming a few more times, all his answers to Alistair were moans, not complaints. In the end, the frantic breathing and the powerful thrusts that made his ass cheeks sting revealed how close he was :"Fuck~... I-I'm cumming, Miquella. Gonna paint your thighs white with my seed, babe."
His whispers turned into growls, making him shiver :"Gonna cover you in my cum. Mmm, how much I want to paint your insides instead. To fill you to the brim with my cum and leave you a gaping mess."
The thought alone excited him further. Making his toes curl as he accelerated even more, before the knot finally snapped. Causing his cum to shoot out from between Miquella's thighs in thick ropes and paint the ground, just as Miquella's own load joined his.
His pace slowed down, letting them both catch their breath before he stopped :"Alright, that's enough for now."
Miquella looked back, confused, since he was still rock hard between his thighs :"But... you are still erect."
Alistair smiled and kissed his cheek fondly :"Yeah, but I don't want to overstimulate you. I'm good with just one load."
But as his hands were about to retreat from Miquella's body, the femboy demigod grabbed onto them to keep them in place :"N-no, I c-can't accept that." He looked over his shoulder. Shy, but determined :"Y-you helped satisfy me fully, s-so it's o-only fair that I do the same."
To Alistair's blessed surprise, Miquella moved back his ass, rubbing his dick between his thighs by himself as he moaned :"So p-please, let me do my role as your partner as well."
And Alistair lost the little determination he had. Instead, grabbing Miquella's hips and starting a punishing pace from the get go. But this time, instead of holding him in place, he had him move with him. Miquella didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it.
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