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The Pigi And The God

by nicol3
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A pigi and the Archivist from TOH have sex. And then this ai does some random bullshit idfk I give up

#erotic

#lgbtq+

#romance

Alexx shivered. It wasn't the cold that bothered him. It was the fact that he was naked in front of a collector. He rubbed his goosebumps, trying to make them go away.It didn't help that the man in front of him was massive. The man had to be at least seven feet tall. "Why don't you go pick that stuff up and I'll give you a hand with your little problem." The Grand Huntsman said. Alexx looked down at the pile of heavy collections and wondered how he was going to lift them without his arms being broken in the process. He sighed and shuffled through the stuff, careful not to drop it, until he found a tunic that looked big enough to cover his shame.He wrapped it around himself, securing the strap over his shoulder, and hoped that would be enough to cover his private parts. The Grand Huntsman's fingers reached down and stroked Alexx's hair. "I see you managed to find something to wear. Good boy." His voice wasn't too deep and a little velvety, sending chills through every pore of Alexx's skin."Now," Said the Grand Huntsman. "If you could take it off for me when we get back to my room, it would be greatly appreciated." And then he winked.Alexx shivered again. The man was attractive in a rugged way. But what would happen if he saw me? What would he do? Run off and leave me to fend for myself? That would be bad. Really bad. I needed him to help me. So I did what I had to do.I pretended to fall and let the heavy items fall on top of me. I shivered as they pressed against my body, knowing that they were probably made of bone and sinew that would tear if I made a real effort to get them off. "Ouch," I said, grabbing handfuls of the items to make them light enough to lift. "My back hurts.My legs hurt. But I can handle it." As I said that, I felt a little tear in my heart. Why did I have to be so brave? So foolhardy? I was wearing clothes that belonged to someone else and pretending that I was someone else. How pathetic was that? Yet, I did it for the sake of fashion.

Chapter 2

When I got to the Grand Huntsman's room, I knocked softly. Come in,' the door said. I opened it and gasped. The room was dark except for the candle on the nightstand and the moonlight filtering in through the window.The curtains were drawn tight, blocking out the light of the day. The only light was from the candle and the moonlight. It was like stepping into a painting. A sensual painting. And I was the subject of that painting. My body was stretched out on a satin bed, covered in luscious greenery and garnished with flowers that matched the curtains.I was naked and bound, my legs wide apart, my buttocks pointed straight at the ceiling, my breasts hanging freely, my nipples erect under the softI looked down and saw that I was completely naked underneath the gown. I gasped again, my eyes wide open. I had no idea where my clothes were. They must have been stolen by the servant who brought me here. I felt exposed and vulnerable, which was strange because I was used to being the aggressor, not the victim.Yet, here I was, tied up and ready for anything. I was the prey, and I was the predator.
"Beautiful," the Grand Huntsman said as he stared at my bound body. "You are a work of art.I have never seen anything quite like you before." I shivered again. What did he mean by that? Was he being flirty? Was he trying to make me feel good? Or was he being pervy and looking at my body because it was convenient for him to do so? I had a feeling it was the latter."I need to see you in action. I need to see you work."

I groaned. "Not right now. I'm tired and it hurts."
"Oh, I am sure that pain is nothing compared to the pleasure I will get from watching you work my love." He pulled a dagger from a sheath on his thigh and held it out to me."I need you to hold this for me while I loosen your bonds." I took it, and as he said that, he pulled my hips even closer to his. The dagger was cool in my hand, and I traced my initials on my belly with it, feeling the warmth of his body as he pressed against me. "Do you trust me?" I asked breathlessly."With my life." He kissed my hand and then placed it on my breast. "Now, I need you to turn around and open your legs for me. I need you to show me your cunt." I did as he said, spreading my legs as wide as I could without hurting myself. I felt hot and wanted him so badly."Show me your cunt, my love. Open up for me." I felt my pussy open, and I gasped at the sudden intrusion. I felt something' enter me, and I closed my eyes in ecstasy as his fingers traced my folds and flicked over my clit. I heard him chuckle as my orgasm built and built until I couldn't hold it back.I felt his fingers on my mouth as he tried to stop my scream from coming out. "Beautiful," he said again as my body twitched and spasmed against his fingers and his hand. "Such a beautiful scream. My favorite sound in the world.Now, I need you to open up for me and let me see your pretty little cunt." I felt my pussy open even more, and I felt something inside me. I screamed again, this time unable to hold it back. The world faded to black as I felt myself cumming, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever experienced.I felt my pussy tighten around his fingers, and I felt my orgasm rip through me as my body twitched and spasmed. I felt my soul leave my body as I lost control and became one with the orgasm. "Oh, my love," he murmered as my body convulsed around him and he felt my soul leave me. "So beautiful. So fucking beautiful.My love, my love, my love." I felt him move away from me, and I heard his door open and shut loudly. I felt cold and alone. I felt used and dirty. I felt like I should be ashamed, but I wasn't. This was my life, and I lived it this way. It was fine. I was fine.Chapter 2

I awoke with a start, my body still warm from last night's passion. I gasped in air, my lungs he ping as I coughed into my fist. I sat up in bed, my back aching from sleeping on it wrong. I rubbed my bleary eyes, catching sight of my nightstand and wondering what the hell happened.Where did my clothes go? Did the maid steal them? Why did I feel so exposed? Why was it so dark in here? Why am II needed to know what just happened. I needed to know if last night was real or a dream. I needed to know if I was a freak or not.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized I didn’t have answers to any of my questions. So, I got up and made a cup of tea to calm my nerves.I sat back down in bed, my legs aching from being confined in this small space. I fell asleep again, only to wake up a few hours later with a start, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to recollect what just happened. What was I supposed to do? Pretend everything was okay? Go out and tell everyone I was a slut to the Grand Huntsman? That he's standing in front of me wanting to do it again? Naked?

THE END?

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