I loved this section so much it was difficult to pick out specific lines to quote and not just, quote the entire thing back at you, dear author
cock springing to live amid a nest of red-brown curls, his linen shirt just barely long enough to drag against his shaft, those leather straps still wrapped around and under his shoulders. Caleb looks completely wrecked, eyes heavy-lidded but intently focused, cheeks flushed a darker red than Essek’s ever seen on him, his chest moving in heaving breaths, heavy gasps as he whines and writhes, lips swollen and shining with spit while he whimpers.
This image is SO HOT I am fanning myself.
His hand slaps down on Caleb’s bare ass, the sound resounding in the small chamber, and before Essek can second guess or feel any regret, Caleb cries out “yes” and ruts against him once more.
I am SCREAMING, yes, I need like a hundred fics of Essek spanking Caleb, my crops are watered my skin is clear
“Beg for it, pet, and you shall have it.” When Caleb still struggles to speak, mouth opening and closing silently, Essek lets a dark chuckle escape and slaps the human’s ass again. “What do you have to fear, my Caleb? Nothing. You have already shown me what a slut you are, desperate for my fingers and my cock, desperate for anything I can give you, even in punishment.”
“Yes…”
Essek laughs outright this time and part of him is frightened at how cruel he sounds. “Is that what you want then? You want me to punish you for being such a filthy little slut?”
“Yes, Essek, please…”
Incoherent keymashing, just YES, ALL OF THIS -- calling Caleb a slut, Caleb being so deep in subspace, the begging, AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
“Bend over,” he whispers, and Caleb practically flings himself into the position on the cold stone floor, turned around on his knees, facing away from Essek.
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
The heat in Essek’s gut intensifies, a pulsing, rhythmic heat, and he brings his hand down on Caleb’s ass again, leaning forward over the other man as he cries out. Essek grabs his hair, not hard enough to truly hurt, just enough to make him feel it, and leans over Caleb’s whole body, feeling the warmth of him through so few layers, bottom halves entirely bare. And Essek slaps his ass again and snarls:
“I said ‘bend over.’ Did I tell you to ride your fingers, xi’hum?”
God, all of this, the hairpulling, the ordering around, more spanking, pet names, AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Re: FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 7/?
cock springing to live amid a nest of red-brown curls, his linen shirt just barely long enough to drag against his shaft, those leather straps still wrapped around and under his shoulders. Caleb looks completely wrecked, eyes heavy-lidded but intently focused, cheeks flushed a darker red than Essek’s ever seen on him, his chest moving in heaving breaths, heavy gasps as he whines and writhes, lips swollen and shining with spit while he whimpers.
This image is SO HOT I am fanning myself.
His hand slaps down on Caleb’s bare ass, the sound resounding in the small chamber, and before Essek can second guess or feel any regret, Caleb cries out “yes” and ruts against him once more.
I am SCREAMING, yes, I need like a hundred fics of Essek spanking Caleb, my crops are watered my skin is clear
“Beg for it, pet, and you shall have it.” When Caleb still struggles to speak, mouth opening and closing silently, Essek lets a dark chuckle escape and slaps the human’s ass again. “What do you have to fear, my Caleb? Nothing. You have already shown me what a slut you are, desperate for my fingers and my cock, desperate for anything I can give you, even in punishment.”
“Yes…”
Essek laughs outright this time and part of him is frightened at how cruel he sounds. “Is that what you want then? You want me to punish you for being such a filthy little slut?”
“Yes, Essek, please…”
Incoherent keymashing, just YES, ALL OF THIS -- calling Caleb a slut, Caleb being so deep in subspace, the begging, AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
“Bend over,” he whispers, and Caleb practically flings himself into the position on the cold stone floor, turned around on his knees, facing away from Essek.
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
The heat in Essek’s gut intensifies, a pulsing, rhythmic heat, and he brings his hand down on Caleb’s ass again, leaning forward over the other man as he cries out. Essek grabs his hair, not hard enough to truly hurt, just enough to make him feel it, and leans over Caleb’s whole body, feeling the warmth of him through so few layers, bottom halves entirely bare. And Essek slaps his ass again and snarls:
“I said ‘bend over.’ Did I tell you to ride your fingers, xi’hum?”
God, all of this, the hairpulling, the ordering around, more spanking, pet names, AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*screams, rolls around on the floor*