Gift Details ♥
Reader Style: cisfem
Character: Donquixote Rosinante
Vibe: NSFW dubious consent
AU: Monster AU
Prompt: Writer's Choice (Pliant when horny) 

Summary: Winged Naga Rosinante and the unfortunate runaway sacrifice who ran into him (vs being fed to his brother, but I didn't really get into the specifics of that in the story).

Content Notes: dubious consent, horny went pliant, double penetration, monster Rosi got two dicks, mind fuck

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The cave had not been empty.

You ran through the woods, twigs and underbrush snapping and rustling at your every move. You weren't trying to be quiet, you were trying to be fast. You needed to get back to the village before what had been sleeping in that cave caught up with you.

The human face had caught you off guard, but when the clouds had cleared you realized just how inhuman it actually was. The eyes held you, almost dragging you in, but you'd bolted before he could grab you. The human hands were attached to arms that were covered in scales. Dragon, snake - you didn't know, but only because you hadn't stuck around to find out.

The lights of the village came into view before a blur of motion whipped in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. The beast coiled around you, a long snake-like body glinting in the moonlight. The blonde hair on his head was wavy, and golden even in the silver light of the moon. Intense eyes watched you, color and clarity pinning you in place.

You tried to scream, but wide, white, feathery wings snapped open, blotting the village from view and making everything silent.

You couldn't hear your heart, or your breathing.

There were no more sounds in the forest, and the soft din of the village was gone.

The world had never before been so completely silent.

You could feel the impact of the ground as you fell back and landed on your ass, but not even the sound of a grunt, or the clatter of your teeth, or the soft rumple of leaves and dust could be heard. The beast shifted, coming down to you and tightening his coils.

Relax.

The word comes into your mind, even though you hadn't heard it. You can feel your heart begin to calm and you're able to focus on your surroundings better.

Calm.

You relax more, as the strange emotion washes over you. Now that you're not gripped by fear you realize that this creature, some sort of winged naga, is very handsome. His face is gentle, if not focused intently on you, and his actions are careful.

As the long coils of his tail nudge and move you lovingly, you become aware that he could've snapped you up like lightning if he'd meant to do so. He only stopped you because-

- right. You'd been out at the cave to get away from the village. You were supposed to be sacrificed, but your guard had fallen asleep and you'd made a break for it. If you went back now.

Mine.

His? Was this who you were supposed to be sacrificed to? That didn't seem right.

The tail coils around your arms, but you barely notice. It's warm. The night had been cold, but the warmth from this creature was comforting. Once, twice, you hadn't given it much thought until the tail slipped between your legs, parting them as it lifted you up. The tail was thick like his torso. It was almost like being on the back of a horse as he lifted you easily and brought you closer to his face.

The bumps of the smooth scales are an interesting sensation against your skin, and it pulls you out of your calm enough to take note. There's a warmth that throbs in your body and you struggle against the scales.

The handsome faced creature leans in closer, wings folding around you both. He reaches out and very lightly brushes his fingers up your neck, tilting your head up with a single finger under your chin. This act pulls your gaze to his and you can feel your mind go fuzzy even as your body throbs harder.

Your lips move, but you're not sure what words you would say if you could say anything.

Kiss.

You part your lips and nod. There's no reason to over think anything. You couldn't escape now even if you had the clarity to do so.

His lips are soft, the kiss is gentle. It's warm, and a little dry, and it takes a moment for you to realize that his tongue is forked, but he's already exploring your mouth, a hand at the back of your head holding you close. A soft moan flutters against your ribs and you can feel the tail coiled around you tense in response.

Touch.

Of course, you think. You're already touching me. I'm surrounded by scales, the ridges are sending shivering pleasure through my skin. Why even ask at this point?

The kiss breaks and he leans back enough to look into your hazy eyes.

Please.

You nod, and the coils fall away from you, only the one between your thighs staying, keeping you at an even level with him. Without prompting you pull the thin whisper of clothing you'd been left with off, tossing it aside before leaning back and placing your hands behind your hips, leaning against his tail, effectively offering yourself up.

Large hands grip your body and with the heavier touch you can feel the rough callouses and scars marred along his skin. In the moonlight you hadn't noticed them, but now that you can feel them, you notice the criss-crossed lines everywhere. The struggle this creature has stood against must've been tremendous.

Rough thumbs roll over your breasts, teasing the sensitive flesh. There's no sound as you gasp at the touch, no sweet song as your body trembles from the building warmth. When his hand moves down to your thighs you grabb onto the wrist still at your chest, holding on as you look down and watch his hand.

You want him to touch you. Every part of your body is on edge for it, coiled and tense and desperate. You've never needed someone to touch you more.

His fingers press against your clit as his lips devour yours again. If not for his power your surprised screech would've echoed through the entire village. Your fingers claw at his wrist as his fingers work jolts through your body, fingers slipping further down you slit and pushing into your pussy as his thumb worked against your clit.

More.

More, please, more! You nod your head, whimpering soundlessly. Wet slick against his scales is making you feel them more acutely, and his tail wraps around your body again. This time the scales seem to pet your body, bringing you closer to the edge as he moves you closer to his torso. Wet fingers push into your ass, and your body jolts. The strange sensation is so slicked, so careful, that there's no pain you can sense.

It feels good, it all feels so good, you don't care what he does, you just want more. Want him to give you more. You want to sob and cry for him, you want to scream his name for the moon to hear.

"Rosinante." He says in a soft tenor voice.

The sound barely registers as the wet sounds of his fingers leaving your ass is followed by the heated, tapered tip of his cocks lining up with both your cunt and ass. You'd never lain with anyone before now, and this creature was going to claim you entirely.

The sweet stretch was terrifying and relaxing at the same time. More than you knew how to deal with, overwhelming and seemingly without end. Just before you were certain you couldn't take anymore, thick knots nested against your body.

His name would reach the moon, either as your final euphoric cry of death, or as the first hot gasping breath heralding many more sweet crescendos afterward.

Either way, you were happy, because you were his.