nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

[ This sex party isn't for anyone who is outside the very, very small circle of the world's most elite and powerful men and women. It's very exclusive, very secretive, and unspeakably prestigious; a place where the rules don't matter and the most expensive champagnes, diamonds and all manner of sexual proclivities are out in full view, displayed by the most beautiful bodies and unhindered by nothing except imagination.

There is something for everyone here, from the most vanilla to the most kinky, shamelessly celebrating the blatant excesses of riches and overflowing with money, wealth and power. This is where the elite come to play, under masks and with soft words, and here Noctis is, entering with his lover and (for tonight, plaything). He comes in an impeccably tailored suit, and her, in nothing but a translucent, figure-hugging dress that leaves nothing to the imagination when her expensive fur coat is taken from her. She wears a diamond-studded collar that he's fastened on her neck, a vibrator tucked up inside her and cum glistening on her thighs.

He had, of course, sampled her in the limousine on the way here, and he's leading her into the party with a leash, fancy eyemasks obscuring their features and keeping their identities private. Here, they can play, they can do any damn thing they want -- and here, his beautiful, lovely girl can be shown off to everyone. He kisses her in full view of the others; there might be other nude men and women moving about, but his eyes are only on her.

Reaching behind, he's pulling the zipper of her dress down. ]

Out of your clothes, babe. You don't need that now. [ He's heading over to one of the booths, evidently meeting some of the other masked men and settling in, legs apart for Serah to take her cue. There are two other (one male, one female) between the legs of his new companions, clad in the tiniest glittering loincloths and dutifully sucking cock, obscene wet sounds underlining the soft, sensuous beat of the club. ]

( There's a lot about tonight that Serah would have never pegged herself doing. (Heck, there's a lot about many nights - and days - previous to tonight that she also wouldn't have seen herself doing, but Noctis has that effect on her.) For one thing, the dress she's in cuts higher than any she's worn before, riding up around her hips with the slightest movement, it leaves nothing to the imagination and that's one thing when it's just her and Noct.

In front of others, though... She wouldn't have imagined, when they first met, that she'd feel so excited to do this. That her heart would be hammering in her chest with the anticipation, the heat between her thighs building at just the idea.

Likewise, she would never have imagined herself thinking thank goodness my piercings are healed in time, the silver barbells glinting on each firm, perky nipple easily visible in the revealing dress, drawing more attention to her (to quote her boyfriend) perfect chest.

But here we are, and she's already been filled with his cum once, her hair tied back in a ponytail that obscures her more distinctive haircut (bobby pins holding up the short underside) and makes it all the easier for him to get a hold of her hair. Her head's held high despite the nerves that percolate in her stomach, the collar and the click clack of heels simultaneously foreign and entirely correct to her senses. She's new here, but she belongs. Belongs to him and to this mysterious cabal of people who approach sex as freely as they do.

He begins to pull off her dress and Serah wriggles free of it, stepping out of the fabric smoothly with a firm - ) Yes, sir.

( Sir. The word feels good on her tongue, curls a smile at the sides of her lips before she crouches down to pick up the dress and carry it away from the floor (some habits don't die even here, like being polite and tidy) as she follows him dressed in nothing but a tiny black thong, the evidence of earlier indiscretions obvious on her thighs with each step.

When Noctis settles in the booth, she kneels beside him, her head just by his lap, tilted up to watch him, the dress folded and placed neatly on a table. )

[ They've come so far, the both of them -- exploring boundaries, breaching new limits, discovering new things about each other and about themselves that they hadn't known before. Noctis smiles at her words, knowing that the men beside him are listening, their gazes drawn to her despite their pets' amorous attentions.

Yes, she's beautiful, isn't she? Youthful and nubile, lovely curves, full breasts and a tiny black thong, cum sticky on her pale upper thighs. It's freeing, to be here amongst an anonymous crowd, to be with her just like this where she's the only one that matters to him. Not too far away, a masked woman is hitched up on a table, legs around another man's shoulders as he plunges his cock into her, her cries silken soft in the languid beat of the music. Noctis turns to her, running his fingers through her hair, loosening it from its ponytail and bobby pins.

He doesn't want her tidy, he wants her undone and still mysterious, his precious, lovely nymph. Gently guiding her hand to his zipper, he murmurs a low command. ]

Suck.

[ And he turns away from her as part of the game, knowing how the other men's eyes are trained on her -- and one of them asks. 'Is she exclusive?' ]

Yes.

[ Another: 'What a gorgeous soft, pink mouth she has.' Noctis hums softly, gently tugging on her leash. ]

You should see her cunt.

( Serah remembers that very first time, in the park, when her idea for sneaky sex among the grass turned into her splayed on her back on a table, crying out and all but begging for people to come watch as Noctis fucked her. (She also remembers the lectures they both got at the Citadel, for not acting like a prince or his girlfriend should). The strange knot of worry that soon turned into throbbing adrenaline and excitement, feeling free as he thrust into her again and again.

Her eyes wander as she kneels beside him, they catch the sight of the woman folded over, being fucked on a table in plain view of everyone, and Serah knows this is where they belong. In a place where each and every member wants the same things they do. Where they watch with hungry gazes and wet lips when a petite woman leads a burly man on hands and knees, a plain leather collar fixed firmly around his neck. Her fingers drift slowly to her own, caressing the smooth surface of each gemstone there. It's opulent, a symbol of wealth and status and the kind of thing Serah would never ask for herself but here and now it's perfect. A bold statement, a way of showing just how powerful the man she belongs to is.

But she stays still and lets him fix her appearance out of love, out of the way her heart still flutters girlishly when his fingers run through her hair and let it cascade down her back. Her fingers rest on his zipper and the hand at her collar shifts to follow the first, making quick work of layers of clothing with nimble fingers. This is different to the games they play when its just the two of them, when there's more words exchanged and Serah moves freely. Here, it's a game of patience. Of Serah staying still and obedient, following orders as they're given and wrapping those full, glossy lips - still flushed redder from their tryst in the car - around the head of his cock. Her tongue curls and wriggles against him, poking out from her lips just slightly as it worms its way across the underside of his cock, her hands wrapped around him to hold him still.

And the whispers of the men don't go unheard, but for now, Serah keeps those blue eyes trained on what she's doing, hair curtaining around her face as she ducks her head. The only indication that she's heard any of it is the way her position changes after Noctis tugs on her leash (an action that earns a soft, muffled gasp around the head of his thick cock), lifting her hips up so that her legs are no longer folded together but her ass is in the air, allowing anyone nearby to get a better look at her.

They can look, they can see all of her. He's still, and always will be, the only one who gets to have her. )

[ Oh, they totally got into trouble for that -- but Noctis is far from repentant, especially when it comes to exploring just about everything with Serah, pushing boundaries together with her, each learning what the other likes and doesn't. Serah is a great partner to try things out with, and he's never been luckier to have her as his own. She's sensuous, open-minded and adventurous, and he can't say that about many other couples, much to his pleasure.

He's watching her out of the corner of his eye, paying careful attention to what she does. The atmosphere is markedly sensual, and he's keeping up quiet conversation with the men when she parts her soft lips and lavishes attention on his cock like she was born for it. He knows, too, that she's gained the attention of the men and then some, when he tugs on the leash and she lifts her ass, the thong barely hiding how perky it is, how pert. She takes his cock like she was born for it, and he pushes into her mouth deliberately, watching one of the other men admiring her bottom.

'May I', one of the men asks when he circles around behind her, clearly wanting a better look. He's followed by a woman and another, and Noctis quietly commands her. ]

Untie your underwear, babe. Let them see how wet you already are.

( She can't, either. Her friends go out for drinking games at the university and play Never Have I Ever and it's sort of, maybe kind of, been renamed "How Quickly Can We Get Serah Drunk", because their Nevers are... well. Let's just say that Serah and Noct probably have.

A lot.

The movement of his hips is sudden enough to cause Serah to whimper in surprise around his cock, but she quickly adjusts, quickly resumes teasing his cock with gentle sucking and a wriggling tongue. It takes not a moment longer for her to obey Noctis' orders, untying her underwear blindly, letting it drop as she spreads her legs, blue eyes casting up towards the man she loves as if to ask "like that?"

Her clit throbs in the cool air of the club, lips glistening with the remnants of their earlier round and her growing arousal from being paraded in front of these strangers, servicing her boyfriend like she was meant to be his and no one else's. )

[ She's his, all his, and Noctis nods at her, smiling softly as he meets her gaze, silently reassuring despite the lurid setup of it all. Here, she is his sweet little fucktoy, pouty soft lips wrapped around his dick.

He reaches over, hitches her up so that her ass is pushed upwards, presenting like a cat in heat, eager to be fucked. Her pussy, so soft and pink, and Noctis murmurs. ]

See how beautiful and eager my pet is? How she loves your attention? Touch her. Feel her tight little cunt. No cock, no mouth.

[ He says firmly, and he feels so incredibly, intoxicatingly powerful. His girl is on display, desired and needed, and the man pushes a testing finger between those lips, right into her hole. He's thick, calloused, exploratory, and definitely not Noctis.

Here's another one for the Never list, darling. ]

( She knows her job, her place here. It's made explicit in the weight of the bejewelled collar around her neck, the bars through her nipples and her silence as Noctis speaks to their observers. She's made to please him, her clit throbbing with every bob of her head on his cock, the burning sensation of unfamiliar eyes leaving her lips slick with arousal. Serah moans as her hands find their place back on his thighs, as she's pulled into a position that displays even more of her slick, cum-filled pussy.

She never stops sucking him, hitched breath and gentle gasps of arousal the only hesitation in the movements of her tongue and lips. Never stops, even when the strange finger - too big, too rough to be the delicate ones which tease her to orgasm again and again - presses inside her slick, warm hole and she constricts around it instinctively, walls tight around that thick invading digit which draws a muffled, conflicted noise from her lips. It feels good, but it's not Noctis. His fingers play her like a violin, easily drawing out orgasm after orgasm from her.

Those darting eyes glance up once more, at how Noctis looks like the royalty he is, even behind the mask, how he basks in owning her like this, showing her off. It's enough to colour her cheeks pinker than her hair, and Serah lifts her head just enough to suck in a quick, sharp breath, tongue flicking against the head of his cock. The trust that sinks into the depths of her stomach has Serah moving her hands back, gripping at her cheeks to spread herself to the observers while her head sinks onto Noctis' cock until she feels him hit the back of her throat. )

[ Her place here is to serve him, to let him show her off -- she is his prized pet, his beloved, and she shines like the sun to anyone who's watching them. Noctis watches her with pride and no small amount of arousal, so hard in her mouth that he's practically leaking pre-cum, urging her to suck harder, to draw him in and clean him up. The stranger is fingering her tight little pussy, still wet from when he'd cum inside her earlier, and he smiles, gently thrusting up into her mouth.

But then someone else comes along, familiar dark hair behind the mask and a mouth and jawline Noctis would know anywhere. May I? the familiar stranger rumbles, and the prince feels a jolt go right up his spine in surprised pleasure. He's already spurting a little into her mouth, then another, a small orgasm at the idea of his shield present in this sex club, who seems to want his girl as well -- Noctis would share, if it's with him. The other stranger simply nods and moves away, drawing his finger from Serah.

Noctis cups Serah's cheek now, murmuring softly. ] I have a treat for you, pet. I think you'll like him.

[ Gladio's fingers -- one, and then a second, sliding into her with an unexpected gentleness, thumb stroking up and down her soft folds, ]

( He knows well that thrusting into her mouth only serves to make her writhe, to cause her to look up into his eyes as her fingers dig into her skin, knuckles white and tense as the stranger explores her with a rough finger. It's a strange, strange sensation as she swallows precum while unfamiliar hands paw at her, Noctis forever and always her anchor back to reality. She loves him, and these people can play with her as much as he will allow, but they'll never get to have what she gives him.

Total obedience. The kind that doesn't even question when someone else walks by and Noctis' eyes glint with recognition, the stranger pulling away from her and leaving her empty. She lets out a soft whimper without thinking, the head of Noctis' cock against her tongue as he spurts warm, thick seed inside her mouth until it drips from the corners of her lips.

Two fingers find their way inside her, soft and swift, thick and rough like the last man, but different somehow, and a shiver runs up her spine, a gasp falls from her mouth, pulling her back from Noctis' cock just enough that the last ropes of come coat her masked face, as they drip off her tongue back onto his cock and Serah - without hesitation or question - dips her head back onto him, cleaning up the mess she made.

She wasn't supposed to do that, but the shift in the fingers inside her - this one teasing her folds, her clit - was like a jolt of electricity through her torso, too sudden and electric to resist. )

Do you want this man in your cunt?

[ Noctis croons softly, still hard but the edge taken off, just barely. He's pushing her hair back from her beautiful face, admiring the come on her face, her tongue and lips. He can't help but be all the more turned on by warm amber eyes and just how hard Gladio already is, and he licks his lips.

Nobody knows who they are here, nobody cares, and Noctis gestures to him, obvious permission as he leans down to kiss his beloved girl softly, tasting her on his tongue. He catches sight of that large cock, thick and magnificent, and he nods, which urges his Shield to rub the head of his thick, slippery cock up and down her wet, soft pussy lips. ]

Wanna watch him split you open with his dick, baby -- take him inside for me.

( She wriggles slightly on the floor, a dull ache in her knees from being there so long as Noctis asks her that and a flash of confusion is seen in her blue eyes until she remembers one of the rules they made before their arrival.

He doesn't want to share her with strangers, only the three men he's closest to, and the implications dawn on her as he kisses her and the bare head of the stranger's cock slides across her slit. She gasps into Noctis' mouth, gripping at his thighs as a shudder of pleasure passes over her, goosebumps all the way down her legs. )

Okay... ( A breath. She agreed with a tingle between her thighs, one that's there once again, but it's still different. And whoever it is - she has her suspicions, but Serah's eyes are still only for Noctis, only ever for Noctis - seems so big, almost impossibly so. ) Fuck me.

[ He keeps to his word, Noctis will only share her with his three retainers, no one else -- his gaze flickers upwards, then down at her, thumb rubbing gently over her lips. ]

You know who he is.

[ He murmurs, even if he can never reveal who he is, not in a club like this. He gently coaxes her up, higher, making it easier for Gladio to reach, and for Noctis to kiss Serah, slow and languid and tasting himself. He's palming her breast, kneading at it as his knight spreads her cunt open, strokes her before sliding in, thick and massive and and hot. Noctis continues to kiss her, intending on swallowing her moan. ]

Mmm -- tell me how it feels.

( Of course she knows. There are only three people Noctis would allow to touch her like this, and only one who could possibly feel like this. Whose fingers are this thick, whose cock could feel so impossibly large just from the press of his head to her lips.

She swallows back a gasp and follows Noctis' urging, pulling herself up and clinging to Noctis' neck as the other man - as Gladiolus - presses into her and the noise, somewhere between a cry and a moan, sinks into Noctis' mouth. Noctis is thick, he stretches her each time his cock presses into her wet cunt, but this is different, almost uncomfortably large, beads of cold sweat forming across her pale skin as she adjusts. )

A-ah... c-careful...

( Give her a minute, just the act of taking a few inches is enough to make her skin prickle with goosebumps and make her muscles tremble. Serah breathes deep against Noctis' lips, staring at his eyes through their masks, relaxing herself as Gladio slowly takes her in front of the entire club, in front of his prince - the man to whom Serah belongs. )

Nnn, gods-- it's so big.

( Even with her cunt soaked with her arousal, with Noctis' seed from before, it's not easy for Gladio to simply thrust into her, but she gradually stretches around him, her hips edging towards his. )

Ah... What about you, sir?

( Gladio gets to feel her pussy clench around him, but what can she do for her man? How can she make him feel good? )

[ Gladio takes care with her, gentle despite appearances, and Noctis simply reaches up to kiss her mouth in a bid to distract her, to get her to relax. His Serah is a feisty, sweetly accommodating one, but even she, with all her adventurous sensuality, will need preparation to take in his Shield's cock. ]

It's all right, it's all right.

[ Noctis soothes, grasping her hand to urge it down to his own dick, his lips trailing down her neck as he lets her go only to hitch her hips up higher, to make sure everyone gets to see it, how she presents herself like a mare to be fucked, that this man right behind her is the luckiest man in the club, given leave to push his cock into someone so precious.

Gladio takes it slow with a low groan, large hand coming to curl gently over her hip. Noctis is smiling, watching, and he's pretty damn sure her wet little pussy's closing down around his full, thick cock, pulsing around him in open invitation.

Take me inside, he growls softly, leaning over her to splay his hand over her lower belly, as if he could feel his cock inside just like that. Show me how much you enjoy this, miss. ]

( She's also patient, most of the time. It's harder when Noctis works her up, when she's soaked with desire and in need of release, but right now, Serah channels all the patience that makes her such a good teacher and breathes deeply, relaxing even as Gladiolus slowly sinks his cock into her tight, wet cunt. She keeps herself calm even as Noctis moves her about into a better position for display, her fingers stroking Noctis' cock slowly.

Hands slide around her, and gods, the sensation of being filled by someone, having their hands all over her while Noctis is in front of her, looking every bit as regal as she's ever known him, is a strange one. She throbs around Gladio's cock and in all honesty, he probably can feel himself in her belly as he pushes in, slender as she is, her body stretching to accommodate him in ways Serah didn't even know were possible before now.

It's strange, and nerve-wracking, and gods, she's so turned on with all these eyes on her as she serves her man and his shield, her body stretched between them, and Serah takes in slow, loud gulps of air while her hips twitch against this new sensation, slowly feeling more prepared to take him.

And slowly getting an idea. )

What if... nnn-- ( She can't quite believe she's here right now, doing this. ) What if he lifts me up, so you can watch, sir?

( She's confident Gladio, of all people, would easily be able to bounce her up and down in the air. )

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