Tag: Mads

Written by Irritated Penguin

Others, 56

Dream Fox woke up with his dad’s cock in his ass, and he smiled as he pressed back against him. He had a sleep boner, which he didn’t touch, just laying there, letting the sleep leave his brain while his dad made him feel nice.

He did wonder how long Dad had been going before Dream Fox had woken up. It felt pretty early, but Dad normally left pretty pretty early, and he was taking his time. He usually went pretty fast but this morning he was fucking Dream Fox slowly, like he was breakable.

It was a bit boring, actually, but Dad had never really understood what Dream Fox needed.

Written by Irritated Penguin

Team, 103

The dark underneath the solitary cells was only total for a second after Cal dropped down, but that second was long enough to cloy at him. It seemed to stick at him, like the dark was a tangible thing, something that wanted to cover him and remove him from it so it could live in peace.

The magic light that started hovering around him a few seconds after he hit the ground dispelled it, but not enough. The brightness of the light didn’t seem to push the dark back as much as it should, like it was meeting active resistance.

The others steadily joined Cal, coming down through the trapdoor one at a time. More lights filled the room once Mick, Lillian and Sully realized how fucking dark it was. Bob put on a light on his forehead too, shining in a beam around the room wherever he turned.

“What the hell’s the point of this room?” Beatrice demanded, looking around the large, circular room. It had nothing in it, not even forgotten crates. She took a breath. “Oh. Nevermind.”

Written by Irritated Penguin

Team, 100

Helena’s agent in Narwhal Junction was a little boy named Nuka who talked really fast and was hard to understand partly because of that but mostly because his accent had turned out to be a lisp. That said, he’d been in way tougher spots with way worse guides, so Cal was managing.

“The inn you’re thtaying at is one that foreigners thtay at when they don’t want to th-seem like foreigners,” he was saying. “You should move to the Whale Hole on Rethlin’s Walk, it’s nicer and won’t make everyone who knowth anything roll their eyeth at you.”

“Okay,” Cal said. “And where are you taking us again?”

“To thomeone who knowth where the-the-the Map of Amker ith,” Nuka stuttered, walking fast. He’d been taking them steadily northwest since he’d shown up in their inn this morning.

Written by Irritated Penguin

Best Boy

Mads’s cock was comfortingly hard in Nuka’s ass when he woke up on Christmas morning, so it was pretty much guaranteed to be a good day as far as Nuka was concerned.

Mads himself was way less awake than his cock was, one hand on Nuka’s back and the other splayed somewhere useless. Nuka rose up a little, not enough that either of them would lose too much warmth, but enough that he could move.

Back and forth Nuka went, Mads’s cock sliding farther into him, then pulling out. Nuka never let him all the way out. Mads groaned in his sleep, sliding his hand up Nuka’s back, that other hand coming back to rest on Nuka’s ass where it belonged, squeezing him lethargically. Nuka kissed Mads’s chest and shoulders gently, slowly fucking himself on Mads’s cock.