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“That’s, uh, quite girthy,” Cassian said.
“What, you scared?” Nesta quipped.
“No! Just making an observation,” he replied.
The thick, neon pink, seven-inch dildo Nesta had attached to her harness was hard to miss. It practically screamed for attention. She’d intentionally gotten it in the most obnoxious color possible (plus, pink for female power, or some such gendered bullshit) just to annoy Cassian. The way his eyes had bugged out when she first showed it to him had been hilarious.
To his credit, he hadn’t started coming up with excuses to get out of Nesta using it on him. She’d felt a sense of pride that her mate was so accepting of different forms of sexuality and sex. When she’d told him she wanted to try pegging him, Cassian had merely asked (albeit red-faced and stuttering) when and if she had the appropriate equipment yet. Nesta knew he’d bottomed before, but it had been a long time ago with another male whose name Cassian said he couldn’t remember anymore. And ever since she’d had him wear a vibrating butt plug after losing a bet, they’d been playing around with different forms of anal stimulation for Cassian to enjoy.
Nowadays, it wasn’t uncommon for him to go about his daily activities wearing a butt plug. He’d graduated to a bigger one after a few weeks, in search for that satisfying stretched-full feeling he’d started to crave. Cassian had also begun to wear an anal vibrator while fucking Nesta, stating it heightened his pleasure. Nesta didn’t mind one bit. She took immense satisfaction in opening the door to Cassian exploring new ways to feel good. And when he was feeling good, Nesta reaped the benefits as well.
She hadn’t brought up pegging since asking Cassian about it the first time about a month ago, but it had remained in the back of Nesta’s mind. When she and Cassian had made a trip to the sex shop where she’d purchased Cassian’s vibrator (the one they’d used on that infamous night after the lost bet) to pick out his first butt plug, she’d eyed the dildo section when she was sure he wasn’t looking. On the second trip they made to pick out his second plug and to stock up on lube, she’d noted the harness section adjacent to the dildos. After she’d asked Cassian about pegging and gotten a positive response from him, she’d made a trip by herself while he was away in the Illyrian steppes for a routine check.
Nesta chose the harness recommended by the shop assistant – who was very enthusiastic after she explained what she was looking for and for what purpose. With the harness secured, she turned her attention to the dildos. With such a large and diverse selection, she’d been overwhelmed with the options. But after a few minutes of perusing, her attention narrowed in on the vibrant pink one. It was a good size for what she and Cassian needed; thick, but not too much, just enough to give Cassian the stretch he liked. And at seven inches, it was not too much for him to handle, considering his own cock was bigger. Cassian had explained his size was average for an Illyrian – coming in at a solid eight inches in length. Considering one of his male partners he’d bottomed for had been an Illyrian (who Cassian said was exploring his own sexuality and had secretly approached Cassian about it), Nesta assumed it was safe to bet he would be able to handle seven inches with no problem. And it was pleasantly thick, about two inches in circumference – easily about the same thickness of Cassian’s newest plug he’d taken to wearing more frequently.
But it wasn’t the length and thickness of the dildo that made Nesta choose it. It was its obnoxious bright pink that sold her. Cassian was very open-minded about gender equality, but Nesta understood he (in addition to Rhysand and Azriel) was an exception. Illyrian culture was extremely patriarchal, and she remembered the cold treatment she’d received when Cassian first took her to the Illyrian steppes. It gave Nesta no small amount of vindictive pleasure to imagine the Illyrians’ own fierce general taking a vibrant pink dildo up the ass as his female mate fucked him to tears, an act too effeminizing for their delicate masculine sensibilities. Cassian himself would just laugh it off, his concern mainly focused on its utility and function rather than its aesthetics.
With the goods secured in the (discreet) bag, Nesta made her way home and put it away to return to when the time was right.
With a cozy evening in as Velaris prepared for several days of festivities leading up to the Winter Solstice, Nesta and Cassian had been enjoying a simple dinner together at the House of Wind when she decided it was the right time to revisit the pegging situation. With dishes cleared away, and their bellies warm and full, she’d asked Cassian again if he was still open. He’d blushed a bright red, but assured he was still willing to try.
Now, he sat at the foot of the bed watching her with wide eyes as she made a show of stroking the pink dildo. He had taken his shirt and pants off while she’d collected her equipment. He was only in his underwear, which did a poor job of hiding his erection. Nesta noted the wet patch already visible where the head of his cock was located.
“Scootch up,” Nesta commanded.
Cassian scrambled back onto the bed as she followed after him, crawling with the grace of a predator cornering her prey. She felt a little awkward moving with the dildo bobbing between her legs, but the sight of Cassian’s chest visibly rising and falling as his breaths grew heavier quickly distracted Nesta from overthinking how ridiculous she might look. Cassian stopped at the middle of their large bed and spread his legs to make room for Nesta to crawl between them. She drew closer, pausing to look deep into his hazel eyes. The air was thick with anticipation, both of them unsure how to proceed.
“You still want to do this?” Nesta asked.
Cassian’s throat bobbed as he gulped before nodding.
“Yeah, I’m good if you’re good,” he responded.
Nesta leaned up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. And just like that, the tension was cut and they both relaxed. However the evening played out, they were both here to have fun and make each other feel good. Nesta kept that image of Cassian moaning on her pink dildo in her mind and grew more excited to get things moving along.
“How do you want to do this? Face or back to me?”
Cassian shrugged.
“I think I want to do this lying on my stomach.”
Nesta nodded, then gestured for Cassian to take off his underwear and get into position. She dodged as he flipped over, narrowly missing a wing as he tossed the underwear somewhere in the room where neither of them were looking and situated himself. She could feel her pussy start getting wet when she saw the faint scar of when she bit his ass cheek that one morning several weeks back. Every time she saw it, it never failed to turn her on. She loved that Cassian’s ass was literally marked as hers. The scar simply enhanced his plump derriere, an already delicious sight in and of itself. This, compounded with the red-jeweled butt plug still winking from between his cheeks, set her pussy a-throbbing.
Once Cassian was settled on his stomach, Nesta reached up to grab a pillow and patted his flank.
“Lift up your hips for me, baby,” she coaxed.
He followed her instructions, and once he was comfortable Nesta watched his skin pebble with goosebumps as she caressed her hands from his calves up to the back of his thighs and then rested on his ass. She indulged in squeezing each cheek in her hands, briefly contemplating giving Cassian a matching bite mark on the other cheek, before crawling forward to grab the bottle of lube in the nightstand. Nesta’s sharp Fae ears caught an almost imperceptible gasp when her loose hair brushed against the warm leather of a wing. She also didn’t miss the way he twitched at the dildo dragging across his lower back as she leaned over him. Big, sensitive Illyrian baby!
With the bottle of lube retrieved, Nesta settled back behind Cassian’s ass and squirted the viscous liquid onto her fingers, rubbing it over them for a minute to warm it up. While she warmed up the lube, she swept her fingers toward his hole to tug the butt plug out. She was greeted with a glistening pink rim that slightly gaped after being stretched for several hours. Cassian let out a long sigh as the plug popped out, his back muscles tensing before relaxing again.
“How are you feeling? Are you sore?” Nesta asked.
Cassian grunted, “No, I’m fine.”
Satisfied that he was still comfortable, Nesta simply nodded to herself and lowered the lubed-up hand to Cassian’s ass, and pressed her middle finger in. The slide in was smooth like butter, she barely met any resistance. After thrusting her finger in once, Nesta added her index finger. She wormed both fingers around inside Cassian, looking for that spot –
“Oh…” Cassian sighed.
There it was. Nesta kept pressing down on that spot, knowing Cassian really liked having his prostate played with. It never took him long to start moaning and clenching down on whatever was inside him, be it plugs or fingers. Sure enough, Cassian began clenching down as Nesta continued fingering him, his panting breath audibly heavier now as his skin started to glisten with perspiration.
“Fuck, Nesta! Feels so good!” he groaned.
Nesta smirked to herself. It never ceased to turn her on when Cassian got vocal about how good he was feeling. It was refreshing after all the partners she bedded during the year following the battle against the king of Hybern. Many of them were more focused on attaining their own pleasure and then leaving; a transactional exchange between both parties that felt businesslike. There typically was not much effort given to voicing what felt good beyond the occasional “harder” and “there.” At most, Nesta would usually only get an occasional constipated grunt as the faceless male shot his load – not much of a turn-on at all.
Not like Cassian, who more than made up for all Nesta’s previous partners combined with his loud enthusiasm. If there were a competition between herself and Cassian, Nesta would hazard to bet that he was the more vocal of the two. And it always warmed her heart to hear her mate enjoying himself unabashedly.
The sight before her alone was enough to get her hot and bothered. Cassian’s wings trembled as the muscles along his back, ass, and thighs clenched rhythmically with each stroke her finger made against his prostate. After another minute, Nesta deemed him loose enough for a third finger, which, while meeting some resistance, still went in rather easily.
“Ungh…” Cassian whined, now humping against the pillow beneath his hips. “Nesta – fuck! If you keep doing that I’m gonna come before you even start actually fucking me!”
Nesta just chuckled. She ignored Cassian’s pleas to ease up, pushing him close to the edge before she finally stopped and withdrew her fingers from his hole to start lubing up her dildo. He grumbled something unintelligible, though it sounded suspiciously close to “cock-teasing bitch.”
The room was quiet except for the slick sounds of Nesta’s hand sliding up and down the dildo, Cassian’s heavy panting, and the crinkling rustle of fabric as he continued rutting against the pillow.
With her dildo sufficiently lubed, there was nothing left to do but for Nesta to stick it in. Cassian jumped when the head of it poked against his rim.
“Alright, here goes,” she alerted him.
He inhaled deeply, then exhaled to relax as she popped the head past his rim and continued slowly pushing forward. She remained vigilant for any sign of discomfort from Cassian, but none came. He just sighed as her hips came to rest against his ass – he’d taken the whole thing!
“Good boy,” Nesta praised.
Cassian shivered at the words, wiggling his hips a little to adjust to the sensation of the whole dildo in his ass. Nesta stayed still, waiting for him to indicate she could start moving.
She didn’t have to wait long.
“I’m good. Hit me with your best shot,” Cassian challenged.
Nesta smirked. Challenge accepted.
She pulled back until just the head of the dildo was still inside, paused, then thrust at full speed all the way back in.
“FUCK!” Cassian screamed.
It took a minute for Nesta to get the hang of thrusting the toy in and out of his ass, but she quickly fell into a steady rhythm. The air carried a constant stream of cries and moans from Cassian, who was quickly dissolving into a blubbering mess.
“Ooohhh! Sh-shit! Yes! Nesta!” Cassian cried.
“Yeah? That feel good?” Nesta asked. He just whimpered back.
She watched as the dildo speared deep into Cassian’s wet hole, which was quickly turning even pinker from the friction and bigger stretch, a loud schlick sounding with each pass of the dildo rubbing against his inner walls. The wrinkly rim was already beginning to swell – he might even end up with some puffy lips by the time she was done wrecking him. Nesta was starting to better understand why Cassian liked to fuck her from behind so much, if the view she currently had was anything like what he got to enjoy. She marveled at how well he was taking her; it seemed even after a few centuries, Cassian took to bottoming like a fish to water.
“Look at you, taking my dick so well,” Nesta cooed. “You gonna be a good bitch for me and come on my cock?”
“F-fffuuck! Yes, please! Fuck me so good,” Cassian moaned. “Yes, right there! Harder!”
Cassian’s voice was like music to Nesta’s ears. Even though she couldn’t feel the sensations of fucking Cassian (a crying shame, really), she still felt she might just manage to come from watching and hearing him alone. Did she have a voice kink? If she did, it was for Cassian only, he sounded so beautiful when he was in the thick of intense pleasure. Since she’d started fucking him, he’d been a constant stream of mewls, whines, and cries that accompanied the clapping sound of Nesta’s hips and upper thighs slapping against his ass each time she thrust in.
Clap clap clap
“Aa-aahh, Nesta! Shit, I’m about to come!” he warned.
“That’s right, come for me, baby. Be a good boy and come on my dick! Wanna see you come, squeezing around my cock,” Nesta moaned encouragingly. Shit! She might be about to come in a few seconds, too!
Another minute passed before Cassian started seizing up, muscles tensing and wings pulling in close.
“Ohhh, f-fuck! I’m coming! Nesta, fuck! I’m coming!”
“Good boy,” Nesta encouraged. “Come for me!”
She watched as Cassian’s hole tightened, his rim dragging in and out slightly with each pass of the dildo. She wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t close up for a little bit once the dildo came out. Nesta had the brief thought of looking into anal stretching with Cassian, but she quickly pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She wanted to enjoy the moment with her mate. She felt herself climax as well, coming to the music of his voice.
She leaned forward to gently lie down across Cassian’s back, moaning into his ear and pushing him further into the bed. She could feel him rutting his hips manically against the pillow and back against her, enjoying the dual sensations. He was still moaning loudly, increasing in volume even more when Nesta started kissing and sucking along the back of his neck and the tops of his ears.
Finally, Cassian began to come down from his intense orgasm. His hips slowed until they came to a complete stop. Nesta stopped her thrusting, and rested her full weight on him, the dildo remaining deep inside his ass. They both just laid there, trying to regulate their breathing, and basking in the afterglow of the experience.
After a few minutes passed, Nesta wiggled her hips again – giggling at Cassian’s soft whine – before lifting herself up to lean back and pull out the dildo, a wet pop echoing in the room when the head tugged past his rim. Sure enough, his hole remained gaping open, residual lube drooling out and trickling down his taint and sliding down his balls onto the sheets below. Nesta felt her own slick trickling down her thighs, her pussy still throbbing at the sight before her.
She’d fucked him good, leaving Cassian absolutely wrecked.
Nesta let the intrusive thoughts win and landed a hand down hard on an ass cheek with a resounding SMACK!
Cassian yelped, whole body jumping – which inevitably caused his hole to clench. More viscous lube splurted out and dribbled down to his balls. Fuck, he was so wet! Nesta made a mental note to check if there was any white-colored lube at the sex shop the next time she visited. They would definitely be doing this again.
She rubbed soothingly at the ass cheek she’d spanked (which now sported a faint red handprint) as Cassian’s breaths became more regular again. She felt a vague sense of pride at how well Cassian had done this evening. She was encouraged by how enthusiastically he’d responded to her ministrations. Something told Nesta he’d also be in favor of adding pegging to their list of regular bedtime activities.
“Good boy,” she praised, patting his ass.
Cassian just pushed his face further into the sheets to muffle a moan, his wings shivering deliciously.