Angel Food. Ambrosia. Caramel. Chopped Nuts. (Resurrected)
AUTHOR: Shrimp
CHALLENGE: Angel Food 13. heaven; Ambrosia 19. "As you from crimes would pardoned be,
Let your indulgence set me free."
; caramel; chopped nuts
WORD COUNT: 2,106
RATING: NC-17 (SMUT!) AU!
NOTES: Apparently this weekend is really good for me for writing. I've never written smut like this before, so, I hope it's not too terrible or awkward.
“Reynard?” She stuck her head out the door and called. He was supposed to be right outside making sure that no one broke in and disturbed them. He could have walked off for a moment to investigate a suspicious noise. Bliss didn’t blame him for wandering. The last place he probably wanted to be at this moment was standing guard outside the bedroom that his best friend and his ex-lover were about to consummate their marriage in. “Reynard?” She asked again to the empty hall, stepping out of the room and wrapping her arms around herself. She heard boots on stone and shortly after Reynard had rounded the corner and was standing at the end of the hall. The look of concern he had on was replaced by shock. It occurred to her that he probably hadn’t been expecting to see her standing there in her underclothes.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice tight as he forced himself to look at the ceiling.
“I need you.” She looked back at the door to the room she had left Addison in. “You’ve got to talk to him. He won’t even undress himself.” When she looked back in his direction she thought she saw disappointment flicker in the tense line of his jaw. She probably could have worded that better. “Please,” she pleaded when he looked like he was about to refuse. The knight frowned and sighed, shaking his head in a way that assured Bliss he was about to relent to her request. None of this was fair to him, she knew that, but he was the only one who might be able to convince Addison that he had to do what he had to do. He trudged towards her. Bliss turned and opened the door to the bedroom again. Before they entered she placed a hand on his arm. She felt his muscle twitch. “Thank you.” He grunted something that she supposed might have been acknowledgment of her gratitude before marching into the room.
Addison was sitting on the massive bed with his head in his heads. His clothes were disheveled from her attempts at removing them. He looked up when he heard the door close. When he saw Reynard standing there he whimpered and covered his face again. Bliss sighed and rolled her eyes. She felt like the one who had broken up a relationship rather than the one who had had her relationship broken. Of course, she had come out of the situation far better off than Reynard. She was married and a queen. He was alone, his lover and his partner gone. Pity rolled in her stomach and she looked at the tall man. She wished there had been another way. “Addison,” he said sternly though he looked awkward and unsure to her eyes,” you need to sleep with your wife.”
“I can’t,” the newly anointed king complained through his fingers.
“You have to.”
“I literally can’t,” he insisted. He dropped his hands from his face again and threw himself backwards on the bed to stare at the canopy. “I feel too guilty,” he explained. “I can’t get hard.” Bliss looked between them as they conversed. Nothing she had said to him had convinced him that Reynard wouldn’t hold it against him for doing this. She wondered if even Reynard would be able to convince him. The knight’s face was turning red. She couldn’t tell if it was anger or embarrassment. He had never liked to talk about sexual matters. Even when they had laid together getting him to talk about the things he fancied was like pulling teeth.
“Touch yourself,” he said on a huff of breath. Addison sat up and looked at him helplessly.
“I tried! She tried! It’s no use.” Reynard rubbed a hand over his face. Bliss tapped a finger against her hip bone impatiently. “All those times I broke my vows have caught up with me. I’m never going to be able to sleep with anyone again.”
“You’re being a dramatic fool.”
“And you’re being a selfless one. You sleep with her.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Well, neither do I!”
“I’m standing right here,” Bliss grumbled. Both men cast her an apologetic look. She crossed the length of the room. She sat down on the bed next to Addison and gestured for Reynard to come over as well. Likely only because she had asked he did as he was bid. He stood in front of them and crossed his arms over his chest, looking pointedly at the painting on the wall. She frowned as she looked at Addison’s grief drawn face. It was endearing how he cared for Reynard. She had never seen two people with such a deep and unfaltering friendship. It was one of her favorite things about the two of them. “I have an idea,” she said suddenly. Addison blinked at her with hopeful eyes. Reynard cast a dubious look at the pair of them, clearly wanting to be anywhere else in the world than where he was. Bliss pulled her legs under herself on the bed and then propped herself up on them. She beckoned Reynard to come closer and with a hesitant and suspicious expression he did. Before he could pull away she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his. Her tongue slipped in when he tried to make a noise of protest and danced along his. Deep in his chest she felt a rumble of desperate satisfaction, his hands unconsciously winding around her hips and drawing their bodies closer.
“Wait,” he interjected and turned his mouth away from hers to look at Addison. She paid no attention and merely proceeded to trail kisses down his neck. He succumbed to the sensation for a moment before shaking his head. “This isn’t going to help.”
“Actually, it might.” Addison’s voice was breathy and when she glanced down she saw that he had one of his hands tentatively down his pants. “Keep going.” Reynard shook his head, his cheeks burning from want and embarrassment.
“Listen to you king,” Bliss said deviously as she ran a finger down his chest. She stopped when it hit the buckle of his belt and deftly she began to make work of that. Reynard seemed torn. She knew he wanted to do more than just kiss her. Even as she yanked his belt free of his pants she could see the stirrings of his loins. She knew he also felt compelled by duty to do as his monarch commanded. The only thing stopping Reynard from pushing her down on the bed and taking her while Addison watched was his own trepidation when it came to sex.
“This can’t be happening,” he muttered as Bliss pulled his pants down to his knees. She ran her hands along his thighs, tickling the sensitive skin there. He fidgeted beneath her fingers and tried to turn himself at an angle where his quickly forming erection wouldn’t be in plain view of his friend. Bliss pressed a hand to the stiffness that protruded from his underclothes. He hissed a breath and then at her side she heard a subtle groan from Addison. She glanced over and saw that he had himself out and was steadily stroking himself hard. “This can’t be happening,” Reynard repeated. Bliss lifted herself onto her knees again and shoved her tongue into his mouth. He brought a hand to the back of her neck and kissed her deeper, his tongue nearly choking her as want and need and desire all mixed together into a desperate hunger. She wrapped her hand around his cock and fondled it, her thumb working the dampness of the tip across the head. He threw his head back and moaned.
“Fuck,” Addison exclaimed. Bliss felt the bed bounce as he moved to stand behind her, pressing his erection into her back. His hands roamed over her shoulders and hips, quickly removing the scraps of fabric that had remained. She could feel the soft skin of his member throbbing at the base of her back. His hands were on her breasts, her nipples stiff between his thumbs and forefingers. His mouth left hot trails of teeth roughened skin along her neck. She hummed in satisfaction and then gasped as she felt Reynard’s fingers ghost across her clit. His palm rested on it tantalizingly as her thrust two fingers deep into her.
“You’re wet,” he said it was almost an accusation. She kissed him again, panting into his mouth as Addison tongued her ear and pressed his erection between her butt cheeks. Reynard’s hips rocked in motion with her hand as she continued to pull on him. He brought a knee up to rest on the bed and then the other, pushing so that the tip of him hit her stomach and the tangled lot toppled over.
Addison righted himself first. He tore off his shirt and threw his pants to the side with his underclothes still inside them. Seeing what he was doing Reynard followed suit. He pulled off his boots, finished the work of removing his pants that Bliss had started, and pulled his shirt off over his head. The two men kneeled on the bed naked now and looked at each other. A wave of hesitation passed over Reynard, the heavy breathing of his chest calming slightly as the reality of it all settled in. Addison, always more confident in situations like this, merely grinned at his friend and took up the act of jerking himself off again. Bliss turned and wrapped her hand around Reynard’s dick once again, distracting him from whatever second thoughts he might have had about the scenario he found himself in. Following her hand was her mouth. He closed his eyes, moaning his approval loudly, and rested a hand in her hair.
When she felt Addison’s tongue begin lapping between her legs from behind Bliss almost fell away from Reynard in distracted pleasure. He must have felt her movement because he rocked his hips into her mouth and pressed insistently at her head. She made noises around him as Addison’s mercilessly brought her to the edge of orgasm. He pulled away and she felt cold and tormented. It lasted only a second though and she felt his hands on her hips, pulling and adjusting, and then she felt the fullness as he entered her.
It took a moment for them all to adjust their pace. Addison set the rhythm with a steady in and out that caused waves of mounting pleasure to course through Bliss’ body. She adjusted her sucking and bobbing in time with Addison’s thrusts so that when he had pushed deep inside her she had taken Reynard deep as well. The king cursed as he pounded her closer and closer to climax. “Fuck, oh fuck, oh oh oh, fucking fuck.” His voice wavered and rose and fell. The knight was reduced to grunts and loud, panting breaths and growls. Bliss could only issue moans stifled by the length of Reynard. Her body pushed and slid against Addison, begging and pleading in its silent way for more. Just a little more. Just a little. Just.
Reynard yelped, his body moving jerkily against his will as the hot load exploded into her mouth. Bliss’ movement stuttered as she sucked him dry. She was coming as well and her body trembled and wound have collapsed if Addison’s hands hadn’t help her in place. One of those hands moved to her shoulder when he heard Reynard’s yell of climax and spun her around to face him. He shoved his mouth to hers, his tongue prying her lips open forcefully so that Reynard’s seed mingled in their mouths. She could feel the sticky warmth of his own spending dribbling down her legs as his erection began to subside. They continued to kiss sloppily, tongues and lips frantically lapping at the cum that spilled out until there was no more and they had swallowed it all down.
“Fuck,” Reynard wheezed as he laid on the bed in a crooked angle. Addison flopped himself down beside his friend, breathing greedily.
“That’s my line,” he corrected. Bliss sat and leaned back on her shaking arms. She smiled at them happily. Both men looked with silly, sated looks on their faces. “But really. That was so damned hot.” Reynard rubbed his eyes and shook his head.
“You’re a pervert.”
“I know you are but am I?” Addison laughed and Bliss couldn’t help but laughing also. After a moment Reynard joined in as well. This could work, she thought. This could definitely work.
CHALLENGE: Angel Food 13. heaven; Ambrosia 19. "As you from crimes would pardoned be,
Let your indulgence set me free."
; caramel; chopped nuts
WORD COUNT: 2,106
RATING: NC-17 (SMUT!) AU!
NOTES: Apparently this weekend is really good for me for writing. I've never written smut like this before, so, I hope it's not too terrible or awkward.
“Reynard?” She stuck her head out the door and called. He was supposed to be right outside making sure that no one broke in and disturbed them. He could have walked off for a moment to investigate a suspicious noise. Bliss didn’t blame him for wandering. The last place he probably wanted to be at this moment was standing guard outside the bedroom that his best friend and his ex-lover were about to consummate their marriage in. “Reynard?” She asked again to the empty hall, stepping out of the room and wrapping her arms around herself. She heard boots on stone and shortly after Reynard had rounded the corner and was standing at the end of the hall. The look of concern he had on was replaced by shock. It occurred to her that he probably hadn’t been expecting to see her standing there in her underclothes.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice tight as he forced himself to look at the ceiling.
“I need you.” She looked back at the door to the room she had left Addison in. “You’ve got to talk to him. He won’t even undress himself.” When she looked back in his direction she thought she saw disappointment flicker in the tense line of his jaw. She probably could have worded that better. “Please,” she pleaded when he looked like he was about to refuse. The knight frowned and sighed, shaking his head in a way that assured Bliss he was about to relent to her request. None of this was fair to him, she knew that, but he was the only one who might be able to convince Addison that he had to do what he had to do. He trudged towards her. Bliss turned and opened the door to the bedroom again. Before they entered she placed a hand on his arm. She felt his muscle twitch. “Thank you.” He grunted something that she supposed might have been acknowledgment of her gratitude before marching into the room.
Addison was sitting on the massive bed with his head in his heads. His clothes were disheveled from her attempts at removing them. He looked up when he heard the door close. When he saw Reynard standing there he whimpered and covered his face again. Bliss sighed and rolled her eyes. She felt like the one who had broken up a relationship rather than the one who had had her relationship broken. Of course, she had come out of the situation far better off than Reynard. She was married and a queen. He was alone, his lover and his partner gone. Pity rolled in her stomach and she looked at the tall man. She wished there had been another way. “Addison,” he said sternly though he looked awkward and unsure to her eyes,” you need to sleep with your wife.”
“I can’t,” the newly anointed king complained through his fingers.
“You have to.”
“I literally can’t,” he insisted. He dropped his hands from his face again and threw himself backwards on the bed to stare at the canopy. “I feel too guilty,” he explained. “I can’t get hard.” Bliss looked between them as they conversed. Nothing she had said to him had convinced him that Reynard wouldn’t hold it against him for doing this. She wondered if even Reynard would be able to convince him. The knight’s face was turning red. She couldn’t tell if it was anger or embarrassment. He had never liked to talk about sexual matters. Even when they had laid together getting him to talk about the things he fancied was like pulling teeth.
“Touch yourself,” he said on a huff of breath. Addison sat up and looked at him helplessly.
“I tried! She tried! It’s no use.” Reynard rubbed a hand over his face. Bliss tapped a finger against her hip bone impatiently. “All those times I broke my vows have caught up with me. I’m never going to be able to sleep with anyone again.”
“You’re being a dramatic fool.”
“And you’re being a selfless one. You sleep with her.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Well, neither do I!”
“I’m standing right here,” Bliss grumbled. Both men cast her an apologetic look. She crossed the length of the room. She sat down on the bed next to Addison and gestured for Reynard to come over as well. Likely only because she had asked he did as he was bid. He stood in front of them and crossed his arms over his chest, looking pointedly at the painting on the wall. She frowned as she looked at Addison’s grief drawn face. It was endearing how he cared for Reynard. She had never seen two people with such a deep and unfaltering friendship. It was one of her favorite things about the two of them. “I have an idea,” she said suddenly. Addison blinked at her with hopeful eyes. Reynard cast a dubious look at the pair of them, clearly wanting to be anywhere else in the world than where he was. Bliss pulled her legs under herself on the bed and then propped herself up on them. She beckoned Reynard to come closer and with a hesitant and suspicious expression he did. Before he could pull away she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his. Her tongue slipped in when he tried to make a noise of protest and danced along his. Deep in his chest she felt a rumble of desperate satisfaction, his hands unconsciously winding around her hips and drawing their bodies closer.
“Wait,” he interjected and turned his mouth away from hers to look at Addison. She paid no attention and merely proceeded to trail kisses down his neck. He succumbed to the sensation for a moment before shaking his head. “This isn’t going to help.”
“Actually, it might.” Addison’s voice was breathy and when she glanced down she saw that he had one of his hands tentatively down his pants. “Keep going.” Reynard shook his head, his cheeks burning from want and embarrassment.
“Listen to you king,” Bliss said deviously as she ran a finger down his chest. She stopped when it hit the buckle of his belt and deftly she began to make work of that. Reynard seemed torn. She knew he wanted to do more than just kiss her. Even as she yanked his belt free of his pants she could see the stirrings of his loins. She knew he also felt compelled by duty to do as his monarch commanded. The only thing stopping Reynard from pushing her down on the bed and taking her while Addison watched was his own trepidation when it came to sex.
“This can’t be happening,” he muttered as Bliss pulled his pants down to his knees. She ran her hands along his thighs, tickling the sensitive skin there. He fidgeted beneath her fingers and tried to turn himself at an angle where his quickly forming erection wouldn’t be in plain view of his friend. Bliss pressed a hand to the stiffness that protruded from his underclothes. He hissed a breath and then at her side she heard a subtle groan from Addison. She glanced over and saw that he had himself out and was steadily stroking himself hard. “This can’t be happening,” Reynard repeated. Bliss lifted herself onto her knees again and shoved her tongue into his mouth. He brought a hand to the back of her neck and kissed her deeper, his tongue nearly choking her as want and need and desire all mixed together into a desperate hunger. She wrapped her hand around his cock and fondled it, her thumb working the dampness of the tip across the head. He threw his head back and moaned.
“Fuck,” Addison exclaimed. Bliss felt the bed bounce as he moved to stand behind her, pressing his erection into her back. His hands roamed over her shoulders and hips, quickly removing the scraps of fabric that had remained. She could feel the soft skin of his member throbbing at the base of her back. His hands were on her breasts, her nipples stiff between his thumbs and forefingers. His mouth left hot trails of teeth roughened skin along her neck. She hummed in satisfaction and then gasped as she felt Reynard’s fingers ghost across her clit. His palm rested on it tantalizingly as her thrust two fingers deep into her.
“You’re wet,” he said it was almost an accusation. She kissed him again, panting into his mouth as Addison tongued her ear and pressed his erection between her butt cheeks. Reynard’s hips rocked in motion with her hand as she continued to pull on him. He brought a knee up to rest on the bed and then the other, pushing so that the tip of him hit her stomach and the tangled lot toppled over.
Addison righted himself first. He tore off his shirt and threw his pants to the side with his underclothes still inside them. Seeing what he was doing Reynard followed suit. He pulled off his boots, finished the work of removing his pants that Bliss had started, and pulled his shirt off over his head. The two men kneeled on the bed naked now and looked at each other. A wave of hesitation passed over Reynard, the heavy breathing of his chest calming slightly as the reality of it all settled in. Addison, always more confident in situations like this, merely grinned at his friend and took up the act of jerking himself off again. Bliss turned and wrapped her hand around Reynard’s dick once again, distracting him from whatever second thoughts he might have had about the scenario he found himself in. Following her hand was her mouth. He closed his eyes, moaning his approval loudly, and rested a hand in her hair.
When she felt Addison’s tongue begin lapping between her legs from behind Bliss almost fell away from Reynard in distracted pleasure. He must have felt her movement because he rocked his hips into her mouth and pressed insistently at her head. She made noises around him as Addison’s mercilessly brought her to the edge of orgasm. He pulled away and she felt cold and tormented. It lasted only a second though and she felt his hands on her hips, pulling and adjusting, and then she felt the fullness as he entered her.
It took a moment for them all to adjust their pace. Addison set the rhythm with a steady in and out that caused waves of mounting pleasure to course through Bliss’ body. She adjusted her sucking and bobbing in time with Addison’s thrusts so that when he had pushed deep inside her she had taken Reynard deep as well. The king cursed as he pounded her closer and closer to climax. “Fuck, oh fuck, oh oh oh, fucking fuck.” His voice wavered and rose and fell. The knight was reduced to grunts and loud, panting breaths and growls. Bliss could only issue moans stifled by the length of Reynard. Her body pushed and slid against Addison, begging and pleading in its silent way for more. Just a little more. Just a little. Just.
Reynard yelped, his body moving jerkily against his will as the hot load exploded into her mouth. Bliss’ movement stuttered as she sucked him dry. She was coming as well and her body trembled and wound have collapsed if Addison’s hands hadn’t help her in place. One of those hands moved to her shoulder when he heard Reynard’s yell of climax and spun her around to face him. He shoved his mouth to hers, his tongue prying her lips open forcefully so that Reynard’s seed mingled in their mouths. She could feel the sticky warmth of his own spending dribbling down her legs as his erection began to subside. They continued to kiss sloppily, tongues and lips frantically lapping at the cum that spilled out until there was no more and they had swallowed it all down.
“Fuck,” Reynard wheezed as he laid on the bed in a crooked angle. Addison flopped himself down beside his friend, breathing greedily.
“That’s my line,” he corrected. Bliss sat and leaned back on her shaking arms. She smiled at them happily. Both men looked with silly, sated looks on their faces. “But really. That was so damned hot.” Reynard rubbed his eyes and shook his head.
“You’re a pervert.”
“I know you are but am I?” Addison laughed and Bliss couldn’t help but laughing also. After a moment Reynard joined in as well. This could work, she thought. This could definitely work.