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When Venti told you he has an adventure for you to accompany him on, it never crossed your mind that it would be behind the Church of Favonius, your knees scrapping against the hard and rough cement and the corners of your lips drooling as his cock thrust in and out of your throat.
You choke and moan against his intruding length, and Venti takes delight in the noises you make. “Hush, my dear muse, you’re being a little too loud for someone who claims they don’t want to get caught.” He coos, and the triumphant smirk painted upon his brims broadens at the feeling of his erection reaching the back of your throat. A hand of his comes to stroke your tresses, soothing the tension knotting your body. “Or perhaps you intend to rouse the sisters from their quarters and have them witness your whorish display, and on holy grounds too.”
Your pupils dilate at such possibility. Your heart hammers against your chest as you envision the sisters look at you in horror as they catch you allowing a man make use of your mouth for his pleasure. Despite the redness overtaking your face as humiliation strikes you, heat and wetness pools between your legs. You never thought you’ll grow aroused from simply thinking of something like that. Your reaction, of course, did not evade Venti’s sights.
“You seem to like that idea.” Chuckles Venti. He snaps his pelvis forward, and your throat instinctively contracts around his hard cock, and you nearly take him out of your mouth when he grabs the back of your head and forces you back to choke on him. A groan tumbles out of his lips, and he throws his head back, marveling at your discomfort and struggle. You splutter and gasp around him, globs of saliva trickling down from your mouth and dropping on the pavement. With great struggle, your nails dug against his waist as you pry yourself away from his member.
It’s much harder than you originally thought. The very moment his thickness leaves your throat, a feeling of hollowness graces in your canal. You slowly move to take him out of your craving mouth, but your tongue refuse to leave his cock. It doesn’t cease pleasuring him, the pink muscle gliding across every angry vein popping along his manhood. You already miss the taste of his precum when you haven’t even taken him out.
Venti tilts his head to the side. Despite the color of pink tinting his cheeks and the tip of his nose, a look of satisfaction and mockery is palpable over his face. “Oh? What’s this? I was sure you were going to reprimand me for my words. Or could it be … ” He trails off as a speckle of mischief glimmers in his teal hues. “ … that you don’t want to do anything else but suck my cock?”
The corners of your eyes turn to slits as you aim a scorching glower. Your hands fall to his lower garment, scrunching the material in your vice hold as you abandon any thoughts of removing his cock from your mouth.
You lean forward, diving in to take all of him until your nose hits his pelvis, his balls grazing your chin, and he’s back to filling your throat. You move your head back and forth, choking yourself with his cock. A string of profanities breezes past his huffing lips, and he refrains from gripping your hair and taking control of your movement.
Most of the time, Venti would lose all self-restraint and fuck your mouth without so much of a thought about you, too drunken with the pleasure your wet cavern was providing. Despite the absence of his erratic pounding, you still struggle on accommodating him. For someone with a short stature, his size never fails to surprise you or make things difficult for you whenever he enters your eager cunt or guides his length to your salivating mouth.
Your muffled moans threaten to reverberate through the Church. The taste and scent of his precum sends you in a daze. You drool all over his length like a dog would as your mind clouds with lust. Your hand slides your clothed folds earnestly rubs against your palm, trying to ease the arousal with the little friction you can give it. You can feel your slickness had oozed out of your
“Ah – ah – aah, you know that’s not allowed, my muse.” Venti takes a handful of your hair and pulls his cock out of your mouth. A string of saliva connects your tongue from the tip of his cock. A glob of your slobber and a thick pearl of his precum drops to the ground, and you couldn’t help but whine at the loss of his length in your mouth.
He snickers shamelessly at your cock hungry expression. “My, my, that’s the expression I adore. And I haven’t even have my cock inside you yet.” Chuckles Venti. He raises your chin with his forefinger, tilting his head to the side. His braids sway with his motion, the teal tips seemingly shining under the moonlight. “Do you want me to?”
You earnestly nod your head, your cunt clamping clenches around nothing. “Yes,” You whimper.
“Beg, then.” Venti sneers. He takes his shaft and presses the head of his cock, smearing his juice against your lips. Your tongue darts out to lick him but he retracts, opting to slap his hardness against your face. “No cheating, my muse.” He warns, one eye closing to irk you. “Beg for me to fuck you – ” He brings his cock down to the side of your face, leaving precum in its wake. “ – behind the church, my church.”
Hearing his words had your cunt pulsating. You didn’t know why you find it exciting Venti wants to screw you silly behind the very church the Favonius constructed to worship him. Would the sisters look at you differently if they see you whoring yourself out to a Bard? No doubt about it. They’ll be repulsed at the very sight of you and whisper ill things behind your back (“I bet she lets him takes her anywhere, that filthy woman,” “I don’t doubt they’ll try to sneak inside the church and defile the altar”).
Who cares about what they think? You think as you gaze hazily at Venti’s member. Its head throbs before you, ready to take you at after conceding to his request. I’m worshiping the Lord Barbatos in a way they can’t.
You swallow the saliva that collected in your mouth and raise your head to lock eyes with him, thick tears accumulating at the corner of your eyes and a small amount of his cum leaking down your lower lip. “Fuck me, Venti.” You plead, desperate for him to mount you. Your hands come to grip his shorts, tugging at it. “I want your cock inside me, I want you to fuck me behind the church. Fill me with your cum, Lord Barbatos. I need you so bad, please, please, please.”
That seems to strike a nerve within Venti. You gasp as Venti pins you to the pavement, pulling your skirt down and pushing aside your sloshed underwear. You feel your juices stick between your thighs. Venti hums in delight at the sight.
“The Lord Barbatos is most pleased with you, [ Your Name ].” Venti lines his cock up your hole, easing in slowly. His smirk widens when your whimpering spikes in resonance as he enters you. “And for that, he bestows upon you his blessing. Take it all, and take it well.”