Pike is the one to break the silence. One second he can hear nothing and the next he can hear her running to his side. Percy knows it’s Pike even out of her usual noisy armor because her footfalls are so light—and because the other light-footed party members (which is virtually all of them, save Grog) are more likely to be watching to see what will happen. Even Keyleth, he thinks, would do it; tonight is a night for trying new things, like seeing how long one’s friends can hold out against a very particular type of torment.
But Pike could never do it.
She scrambles up beside him and rests her head on his chest. “Percy, it’s all right, we’re still here,” she reassures him. “I promise, it was just a silence spell. Everyone else is here too.”
And then they’re all around him, hands on his body stroking and petting, voices murmuring comfort. Vex’s tone sounds not quite in control, as if this didn’t go the way that she had anticipated. Percy kisses her fingertips when they get close enough and she pinches his lower lip lightly.
“The nice thing about a silence spell,” says Scanlan, and his voice sounds like he’s a little shaken as well, “is that all kinds of noisy toys can be hidden behind it until needed.”
“Not tonight, Scanlan,” Pike says. “You do have an impressive collection, but not tonight.”
“I can handle it,” Percy says.
“No.” She shifts position a little. “You have better things to do.”
“Careful, Pickle,” Vax says, and then Pike’s the one balanced over his face, settling into place with Vax’s aid but then shooing him away. She seems to have decided that the only support she needs is fisting her hands into Percy’s hair, and he’s perfectly all right with that.
She’s beautifully rough with his hair, digging her nails into his scalp, and he can’t help but smile against her impossibly soft flesh as he slides his tongue inside her. She has a good deal more confidence about this than Keyleth did.
And she tastes of the sea. Not in a questionable way, but salt and sweet at once, as though she’s just come up dripping from the waves. The thought makes him laugh and Pike giggles in return before gasping as Percy begins stroking the flat of his tongue over her clit. She’s unafraid to grind down against his mouth, fearlessly seeking out exactly what she wants, and Percy loves her for that, just as he loves them all for the things they’ve done for him tonight.
“Get it, Pike!” Grog says delightedly. He’s down near Percy’s feet, one hand resting on Percy’s thigh, but not doing anything in particular with it. They’re all not just sharing Percy’s body as their collective toy, but engaging with each other a lot more than he’d expected. Not that he’d really known what to expect.
He certainly hadn’t expected how sure of herself Pike is. She’s warm as sunlight and wet as morning grass, her damp curls parting for him as he licks into her, draws her clit between his lips and sucks.
When she comes it’s with a low cry; her thighs shake but only a little, and he can feel the effort of her tense muscles keeping her upright. Percy wishes he could hold her, cup her ass, keep her pinned against his mouth and bring her off again. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy Keyleth—and, yes, Scanlan—using his mouth just as much, but it would be so easy to just keep Pike there all night.
She scoots backward off his face and comes to rest on his chest, breathing quick and light.
“Pike, have I served you well?” Percy asks when he gauges she’s got her breath back.
“No.”
Percy’s not the only one to make a sound of surprise; he hears two or three of the others gasp a little, and Vex gets as far as an indignant “Wha—” before Pike continues.
“Not yet.”
And she moves further down Percy’s body, until she’s straddling his hips, right up on her knees, that exquisite wet heat slick against the head of his cock, drawing an uncontrollable cry of need from his throat. His hips lift off the table and he has to work to hold back from attempting to push into her.
“Pike, I’ll hurt you.”
“No, you won’t.”
“Don’t be too overconfident, Pickle,” Vax says.
“I got you, little buddy,” Grog says unexpectedly, and Percy feels it as Grog’s hands settle on Pike’s waist for support. “Show him what a monstah you are.”
Percy tries to protest one more time, but Vex’s mouth stops his with a kiss, licking thoughtfully at Pike’s juices lingering on his lips.
When Pike lowers herself onto him, he can’t protest at all.
She’s hot and tight, as expected, but to his surprise their size difference doesn’t render the whole experience completely impossible. She does make a charming little groan of effort as the head of his cock pushes into her, but after that she’s just making pleased noises.
Percy suspects she’s pleased with herself.
“Damn,” Scanlan murmurs.
“Yes,” Vax agrees.
Pike doesn’t say anything, but Percy can feel her body shudder with the effort of taking him in. It’s not that he’s particularly above average—and in a party with Scanlan and Grog, who’s to say what is average?—but compared to her—
Compared to her, nothing. Nothing matters. Not their respective sizes or anything of the kind. Because she’s taking him in with grace and poise and, if he hears a stifled pain-sound when she finally has as much of him as she can take, it’s not enough to deter her.
Because then she starts moving, and if he thought he was going to explode before it’s nothing to how he feels now. He’s vaguely aware that he’s moaning and trying to thrust up into her, but Pike is in control and every time he tries to push up she pulls back, only permitting him in when she wills it. Percy knows full well how needy the noises he’s making are, but he can’t stop, and when Pike lifts right up and starts moving her hips in short sharp motions, just barely keeping the tip of him inside her, that’s when he starts pleading with her.
“Pike, please, I’m so close.”
He really is. His fingers dig into the padding of the table, his hips rising up off it only to be shoved back down by one of Grog’s hands. The ring around his base is holding him back, but he doesn’t think it will hold him forever.
“Pike, fuck—”
“Hush,” Pike murmurs, and then she moans, and Percy realizes that she’s got him on just the right angle to hit the sweet spot inside herself. He holds himself shivering-still and lets her use him, wishing desperately that he could see her taking her pleasure. The blindfold was meant to be a nod to the mystery of the whole thing, but now it’s just frustrating.
“I wish I could see you,” he says aloud.
Vex laughs and lifts the blindfold for a second. Percy catches a glimpse of Pike astride him, beautiful with her cheeks pinkened by exertion and pleasure. Grog’s hands are at her waist. He can’t see any of the others and imagines they’re positioned to watch. Then Vex kisses the top of his nose and settles the blindfold back in place.
“Sorry, darling,” Vex says with a laugh, sitting down near Percy’s head and putting one hand on his chest to pinch at his nipple as Pike resumes her disrupted rhythm. She’s taking him deeper again now and he can hear her quickened breathing.
“Sweet gods, Percy—” Her thighs are flexing and she’s making the most incredible noises. “Oh—oh!”
“Come on, Pike,” Percy says. “Let me feel you. You feel so amazing, you know that? But I want to feel you coming. That’s what I’m here for. Let go, monstah.”
Pike’s body freezes and then Percy feels the tight clench of her around him as she does indeed let go, a true monster howl torn from her lungs. She shudders atop him and he’s sure that she would lose her balance if not for Grog’s steadying hands.
The ring grips the base of his shaft cruelly tight and he can’t form the right words, makes do with snapping his fingers three times, and feels Vex’s hand stop on his chest.
See Me At My Worst, 8/? (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)
But Pike could never do it.
She scrambles up beside him and rests her head on his chest. “Percy, it’s all right, we’re still here,” she reassures him. “I promise, it was just a silence spell. Everyone else is here too.”
And then they’re all around him, hands on his body stroking and petting, voices murmuring comfort. Vex’s tone sounds not quite in control, as if this didn’t go the way that she had anticipated. Percy kisses her fingertips when they get close enough and she pinches his lower lip lightly.
“The nice thing about a silence spell,” says Scanlan, and his voice sounds like he’s a little shaken as well, “is that all kinds of noisy toys can be hidden behind it until needed.”
“Not tonight, Scanlan,” Pike says. “You do have an impressive collection, but not tonight.”
“I can handle it,” Percy says.
“No.” She shifts position a little. “You have better things to do.”
“Careful, Pickle,” Vax says, and then Pike’s the one balanced over his face, settling into place with Vax’s aid but then shooing him away. She seems to have decided that the only support she needs is fisting her hands into Percy’s hair, and he’s perfectly all right with that.
She’s beautifully rough with his hair, digging her nails into his scalp, and he can’t help but smile against her impossibly soft flesh as he slides his tongue inside her. She has a good deal more confidence about this than Keyleth did.
And she tastes of the sea. Not in a questionable way, but salt and sweet at once, as though she’s just come up dripping from the waves. The thought makes him laugh and Pike giggles in return before gasping as Percy begins stroking the flat of his tongue over her clit. She’s unafraid to grind down against his mouth, fearlessly seeking out exactly what she wants, and Percy loves her for that, just as he loves them all for the things they’ve done for him tonight.
“Get it, Pike!” Grog says delightedly. He’s down near Percy’s feet, one hand resting on Percy’s thigh, but not doing anything in particular with it. They’re all not just sharing Percy’s body as their collective toy, but engaging with each other a lot more than he’d expected. Not that he’d really known what to expect.
He certainly hadn’t expected how sure of herself Pike is. She’s warm as sunlight and wet as morning grass, her damp curls parting for him as he licks into her, draws her clit between his lips and sucks.
When she comes it’s with a low cry; her thighs shake but only a little, and he can feel the effort of her tense muscles keeping her upright. Percy wishes he could hold her, cup her ass, keep her pinned against his mouth and bring her off again. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy Keyleth—and, yes, Scanlan—using his mouth just as much, but it would be so easy to just keep Pike there all night.
She scoots backward off his face and comes to rest on his chest, breathing quick and light.
“Pike, have I served you well?” Percy asks when he gauges she’s got her breath back.
“No.”
Percy’s not the only one to make a sound of surprise; he hears two or three of the others gasp a little, and Vex gets as far as an indignant “Wha—” before Pike continues.
“Not yet.”
And she moves further down Percy’s body, until she’s straddling his hips, right up on her knees, that exquisite wet heat slick against the head of his cock, drawing an uncontrollable cry of need from his throat. His hips lift off the table and he has to work to hold back from attempting to push into her.
“Pike, I’ll hurt you.”
“No, you won’t.”
“Don’t be too overconfident, Pickle,” Vax says.
“I got you, little buddy,” Grog says unexpectedly, and Percy feels it as Grog’s hands settle on Pike’s waist for support. “Show him what a monstah you are.”
Percy tries to protest one more time, but Vex’s mouth stops his with a kiss, licking thoughtfully at Pike’s juices lingering on his lips.
When Pike lowers herself onto him, he can’t protest at all.
She’s hot and tight, as expected, but to his surprise their size difference doesn’t render the whole experience completely impossible. She does make a charming little groan of effort as the head of his cock pushes into her, but after that she’s just making pleased noises.
Percy suspects she’s pleased with herself.
“Damn,” Scanlan murmurs.
“Yes,” Vax agrees.
Pike doesn’t say anything, but Percy can feel her body shudder with the effort of taking him in. It’s not that he’s particularly above average—and in a party with Scanlan and Grog, who’s to say what is average?—but compared to her—
Compared to her, nothing. Nothing matters. Not their respective sizes or anything of the kind. Because she’s taking him in with grace and poise and, if he hears a stifled pain-sound when she finally has as much of him as she can take, it’s not enough to deter her.
Because then she starts moving, and if he thought he was going to explode before it’s nothing to how he feels now. He’s vaguely aware that he’s moaning and trying to thrust up into her, but Pike is in control and every time he tries to push up she pulls back, only permitting him in when she wills it. Percy knows full well how needy the noises he’s making are, but he can’t stop, and when Pike lifts right up and starts moving her hips in short sharp motions, just barely keeping the tip of him inside her, that’s when he starts pleading with her.
“Pike, please, I’m so close.”
He really is. His fingers dig into the padding of the table, his hips rising up off it only to be shoved back down by one of Grog’s hands. The ring around his base is holding him back, but he doesn’t think it will hold him forever.
“Pike, fuck—”
“Hush,” Pike murmurs, and then she moans, and Percy realizes that she’s got him on just the right angle to hit the sweet spot inside herself. He holds himself shivering-still and lets her use him, wishing desperately that he could see her taking her pleasure. The blindfold was meant to be a nod to the mystery of the whole thing, but now it’s just frustrating.
“I wish I could see you,” he says aloud.
Vex laughs and lifts the blindfold for a second. Percy catches a glimpse of Pike astride him, beautiful with her cheeks pinkened by exertion and pleasure. Grog’s hands are at her waist. He can’t see any of the others and imagines they’re positioned to watch. Then Vex kisses the top of his nose and settles the blindfold back in place.
“We can’t give you too much of a good thing.”
“This is all a good thing,” Percy says honestly.
“Even when you cried?”
“Was I crying?” He doesn’t remember.
“When we used the silence spell.”
“Oh.”
“Ve-ex.” Pike sounds exasperated. “Stop distracting him.”
“Sorry, darling,” Vex says with a laugh, sitting down near Percy’s head and putting one hand on his chest to pinch at his nipple as Pike resumes her disrupted rhythm. She’s taking him deeper again now and he can hear her quickened breathing.
“Sweet gods, Percy—” Her thighs are flexing and she’s making the most incredible noises. “Oh—oh!”
“Come on, Pike,” Percy says. “Let me feel you. You feel so amazing, you know that? But I want to feel you coming. That’s what I’m here for. Let go, monstah.”
Pike’s body freezes and then Percy feels the tight clench of her around him as she does indeed let go, a true monster howl torn from her lungs. She shudders atop him and he’s sure that she would lose her balance if not for Grog’s steadying hands.
The ring grips the base of his shaft cruelly tight and he can’t form the right words, makes do with snapping his fingers three times, and feels Vex’s hand stop on his chest.
“What?” she asks, voice sharp with concern.
“The ring,” Percy whispers. “It’s too much.”