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Distraction

Morgott/female tarnished

Smut dabble

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, handjob, cumshots, knot, fingering, dry humping

Summary: The Lady Tarnished is quite needy but Morgott is very busy…

Feedback appreciated, 18+. Was inspired, but this was written very quickly so excuse any mistakes

The Tarnished was ever the insatiable little creature, cuddly and determined to a fault as well. Unfortunately the object of her affections was deep in paperwork. Morgott worked diligently, the day bleeding into night a while prior.

“My love.” She purred, nuzzling into the hard muscle of his back.

“Mm…” was his only response, spectacles sat on the end of his nose. His hand never ceased, scratching away at the parchment.

She stood on her tiptoes, pressing kisses into his shoulder blades, hands massaging tight muscles as she went.

“Didst thy finish the West contracts?” He asked.

“Yes.” The tarnished answered quickly.

“Any thy new policy?”

“The perfumers one?”

“Aye.”

“…yes.”

“A hesitation?” He hummed, not looking up, searching.

“I finished it.” She pressed, kneading at his back like a wanton cat. When her antics didn’t affect him she doubled down, hands wandering around his sides. Even though Morgott wore better coverings since their marriage, he still chose to go mostly nude under the heavier over-robes. The Lady never complained, finding the easy access titillating. She opened up the front of his robes, the writing not pausing. Hands drifted down his abdomen, feeling over the thick robes of muscle and thankful more recent padding of healthy fat. The writing quickened, muscles trembling under her fingers.

She pressed more into him, hands drifting lower. The fur thickened past his lower stomach, feeling good beneath her fingers. Further still, hidden in a mess of silvery curls was his sheath.

Her hand traced the slit of his sheath, the fur there soft. The scratch of the quill became more audible, threatening to rip the parchment. As she ran up its length, her fingers dipped into its heat. Velvety walls greeted her, quivering at her exploration.

A shudder was felt, rattling through his great chest. The Lady flashed a sharp smile, pulling away her exploring hand; she brought her fingers to her lips, sucking and licking them to wet them down. The musky taste of him danced over her tongue.

For a brief moment, Morgott thought himself free of her antics. Those hopes were short lived, her wet fingers coming back to his slit with a vengeance.

Now lubricated, she easily squished into him, the new sensation sending sparks of pleasure straight to his hidden cock. Within seconds she felt a blunt hardness kissing at her exploring fingers.

The writing stopped.

Victory, she smiled devilishly.

She stroked the fat cockhead from within, it quickly rising to her affections. Pulling back a bit, she spread this slit wide open, allowing his cock to slip easily free. Cool air licked at his length, a low groan leaving his lips.

The quill left abandoned, Morgott curled over his desk a bit, hiding his face behind a calloused hand. The Lady Tarnished felt his tail twitch between her legs; she pressed her soft thighs around the appendage, fur tickling her skin. She felt along his length, taking extra time on the prominent vein that ran along its underside. Her free hand snaked around his other side, dipping down to toy with his heavy sack. She gently rolled his balls along her palm, releasing some tensions gathered there.

Spectacles carefully tossed to the side, trembling a bit as he swallowed thick saliva.

“I needith to complete mine w-work.” He almost begged, panting a bit.

“Then work.” She kissed him arm, movements never ceasing.

A tight whine escaped his throat, cock rising to full standing.

Her hands pumped his length, pre oozing from his tip and causing an obscene squelching to echo around the office. Her hips moved in time with her hands, rubbing along his tail. He could feel the heat of her cunt through his fur, a wetness already seeping through to his skin.

Breath came in labored huffs, hearing the little mewls from his tarnished wife.

Morgott could focus on nothing except the hot rapture of her soft hands working his cock and the breathy moans filling the room.

“B-Beloved.” He managed, voice tight as a bow string.

“Yes.” She breathed, so close now herself. Every drag of her hips sending jolts of pleasure straight to her clit. Both hands went to his knot, squeezing down on that pound of flesh.

Teeth clenched, stifling a groan as his balls drew up. The tarnished felt his cock pulse and throb as he painted the underside of his desk in a white coating of cum. Squeezing the knot earned another gush to dribble out and coat his length in liquid heat.

The Lady’s hips cantered, thighs tightening like a vice around his tail. She shivered, her own orgasm rippling through her.

They both panted, sweat beading brows and muscles feeling weak in their afterglow. Morgott rubbed his face, suddenly feeling something drip onto his lap. He shifted, bringing another mewl of overstimulation from his wife as his tail stroked her sensitive cunt, glancing under his desk.

He grimaced at the mess, the white splatter behind to cool and make a larger mess of everything, face feeling hot.

“By the Erdtree…” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Did you finish your work?” The tarnished asked cheekily, earning an annoyed growl.

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I've been messing around with ideas for my kcd ocs until the new tablet arrives,still haven't finished filling this one out yet

If anyone else has some kcd ocs I'd love to learn more about them!

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It's story time!

Ishka: in my minds eye is probably acesexual but considering the time period he'd be very confused about why he's not attracted to anyone sexualy, he does experience strong esthetic attraction towards some people, mostly istvan but Erik eventually grows on them as well.

Ishka grew up with anemia and ligament issues, mainly the ligaments in his knees so his kneecaps sometimes pop out of place on accident, "he definitely doesn't do it on purpose to freak out istvan sometimes"

But how do istvan and Erik meet ishka?

Well I'm still working on that part but I do have a lot of ideas about how that might have accidentally happened

Currently waiting for my new art tablet to arrive so I can start drawing so much istvan×Erik fanart, until then I'm gonna work on some of my kcd ocs..there's atleast four of them so far.

The main one being ishka, who I'm thinking is going to be a herbalist/ex surgeon

Then there's Finlay, who works for markvart. But I need to flesh there character out a bit more