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Living Armor Boyfriend: Gus (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2020-11-06 21:00:02 +0000 UTCBack when I was young, I showed an aptitude for magic beyond my years. I was trained under some of the masters, my skills grew by leaps and bounds, I was considered a prodigy in the field. Unfortunately, because of the loins I was born with, my potential was severely snuffed. I was expected to give birth to a generation of powerful enchanters, not be one myself. Despite my progress and strength, both my parents agreed it would be best for me to ‘settle down’ and get married to an ‘eligible bachelor’ who could take care of me and our future offspring.
I had nothing but sisters, and all of them had married off, started their own families, and appeared to be nothing but happy with their choices. I thought perhaps, well, maybe if I do get married, I can teach, I can be a mentor, something along those lines. I was brow beaten into believing that this would be best for me, and for a while I fell for it.
I married a fancy little lord who was more pretty than substance. Back during my days of adventuring and using my magic to help the kingdom, I had rescued his family from certain demise. The neighboring kingdom, you see, is full of monsters and other beings, and it is protected by an army of knights unlike anything I have ever seen. My husband’s family had run afoul of these knights, who in their massive armor hid slimy, stretchy tendrils that were both solid and liquid at the same time. They were called Consumers, but I would not call them monsters right away. The way they moved and walked was all too human, but the ghastly form inside was something much more than monstrous, dare I say, it was almost cosmic.
Anyways, saved my husband and his family, they were grateful, I married their son, and like a glove it fit until the seams began to split. Our wedding, honeymoon, and months after were fine, I suppose. I thought it was a good thing, I was married, I had plans on teaching, but because of the newness to the marriage I was expected to entertain. I did, I was a proper hostess and my tall tales of all my quests were quite a hit. My husband, on the other hand, liked to be kept entertained, and apparently, I was not enough.
I was not made aware of Achilles’ dalliances and predilections until months into our marriage. Apparently, it was ‘common knowledge’ that he was a lothario, and that I should have been prepared. Unfortunately, this was all kept from me by his family who had hoped a proper marriage would make him behave. That would be a hard no. In fact, I think marriage made his behaviour worse.
Years have gone by, my best times are behind me, I have not so much as taught magic like I had wanted when I was bright eyed. I feel like I simply exist now as a wife who turns a blind eye, drinks, and partakes in the gossip mill. What little release I get is when he travels and I can pretend he doesn’t exist, or when we travel together to the homes of our friends and I can imagine I live a different life.
Recently, a dear friend of Achilles’ was throwing a ball to celebrate his birthday as well as his anniversary. It was to be quite the event, with everyone asked to wear masks and resplendent costumes. I was excited about it and the chance to hide and truly pretend I was someone else.
“This will be fun,” Achilles assured me. “We haven’t been to such a grand event since our youth.” The fine lines around his eyes reminded me more of my youth than anything else did these days. He shifts his gaze when our eyes meet. Bastard cannot even look me in the eyes when he speaks.
“I don’t want to be one of those couples who dress in the same costume. Please do not make us match, dear husband.” I wanted to be separate from him in every way. I wanted to move in the crowd and not have to belong to someone.
Achilles gave me a look and he smiled. “That is fine with me. Perhaps we could make a game of it come the night.”
I knew immediately where he was going. “What do you mean?”
He thought he was smart, so he looked giddy. “Let’s pretend we are strangers, and we can meet each other in the ball as if we have first met. It will be a riot!” He was going to bang the first woman he met and claim he thought it was me. I don’t give a shit, let him bang the boy who snuffs out the candles again, I care so little. Hell, I might do the very same thing.
“Fine, my love.”
Of course, at the ball, I was alone. I gaze from the window, watching the stars and moon twinkle so heavenly above. The gardens looked so romantic, lit by light that glowed so ethereally. There were couples in the garden, kissing, hugging, and warming themselves together.
Turning back to the ball my eyes focus on the staff that was hired to make this ball all the more exciting. Achilles’ friend went out and hired staff from the neighboring kingdom of Priryn, so there were Orcs, Goblins, hairy beasts, and many more who were serving, playing music, and dressed in fine white attire.
It had been a few years ago a peace treaty was signed with Priryn to assure trade deals, travel routes, and the like were upheld. Yet still, the otherfolk of Priryn weren’t looked upon kindly. This was a novelty and joke to everyone here.
I remember, years ago, I had spent some months in Priryn. I was asked to investigate Priryn armored hoard, which were the most formidable army our land had ever seen. Priryn had once been a human kingdom, but the king was not satisfied with his military and had asked a powerful enchantress to help him create one.
Many legends splinter off after this about what happened. Some say the enchantress began turning people in the dungeons into immortal, all powerful creatures. Others say the enchantress would lay with the king and his own seed was used to create his military. Personally, as an enchantress, I just assumed the enchantress had these creatures at the ready and used the king to make them come to full power.
After that, bit by bit, the kingdom came under the control of the other folk, monsters and magic took over Priryn and when the king died the enchantress took over, becoming queen and ruling the land with her armored hoard. This is where I came in.
For months I hid in the kingdom, traveling between the small human communities that existed there. I had gathered a great deal of information, but one night I discovered something that changed me. I was traveling one night in order to get to a supposed camp of the armored hoard.
I came upon the camp, but I found the armor was all laying in piles around the perimeter. Inside there was nothing except a thin translucent film that felt sticky between my fingers and smelled surprisingly like honeysuckle. As I wandered further into the camp, I came upon something that to this day is burned into my memory. I still have lingering dreams about it, and on certain nights it illicites a deep response within me.
Humans and monsters were copulating in a massive orgy. The armored hoard was there as well, great masses with tendrils that held human and monster alike as they were ravaged. My breathe as stolen from me as I watched man and woman alike be taken and genuinely enjoy it. Their bodies writhed together, begging for more as if it were their last moments on earth. I was so enraptured I didn’t realize I had been spotted. I was invited into the thrall by a beautiful armor that glowed blue from within.
That night, I experienced a pleasure deeper than I ever have before. I was melted and formed into a whole new being, one who understood her body better and more intimately. I suppose that night is why I became so disappointed with my marriage bed. Achilles never liked having a dry dick, but his methods on a whole were as plain as toast. He simply moved his hips, squirted, and was on his way.
That night though taught me there was more to sex than my back against the bed. My body was a world that needed to be explored, mountain peaks, low valleys, soft, lush plains, and deep warm oceans. Ever since that night, I doubt my husband could ever pleasure me. Except when he does that thing with his tongue, but that’s about it.
My research mission into Pryrin and their armored hoard had only scratched the surface. It was during that orgy that I learned more than I ever possibly could. Within the armor there was a strange creature, one that had no shape but could take any it desired. It would look like nothing more than a pile of slime if it weren’t moving, but in the armor it was formidable and powerful. Inside me it aroused and satisfied me in a way I never have been before. I was taken from all sides, filled in every orifice, and I was not left wanting.
The Consumers smelled like honeysuckle and their taste was just as sweet. I remember the feeling of one pressing against my tongue as it forced its way down my throat. My eyes watered but I didn’t care, it felt good, and just as I was wanting more, the creature gave it to me. I was held into the air, taken by the armored hoard, three at once. Some wore their armor, others discarded it. For some reason, I liked looking up at the huge armors towing over me, presenting their tendrils for me to suck, stroke, slurp to my heart’s content.
When they released, they coated me in a juicy and viscous fluid. It was sheer with a slight shimmer and it clung to my skin, becoming slick and shiny. They filled me with it, and come morning, I watched as it dripped from between my legs. I was enthralled, but I knew I had to return home, I couldn’t stay and indulge with them. It was also the last mission I would ever take, as I was returning home to get married. I was putting away my wand, my magic, and my new found desire with it.
I was gathering up my courage to go into the crowd and pick my ‘husband’ out from the faceless masks. I was ready to be taken, pushed down, and used until my knees no longer worked. Unfortunately, my actual husband found me.
He took hold of my arm and yanks me aside. “Adeline,” he says urgently. “Come now.”
“Wait!” I look across the room, hopeful and yearning. My thoughts had been focused and now I was eager to partake. “I thought you said-”
He pulls me closer to him, putting his arm around my waist. “Let us go, we can have fun in the carriage on the way home.”
I glare up at him and feel a heat within my chest. “What did you do?”
He laughs suspiciously. “Nothing! I swear! I have been with you all night.”
I push him away from me. “What the fuck did you do Achellies?”
He grabs me again and forces me to follow beside him. “Just do as I say, as my wife, I need you to stand beside me right now.”
“Who was it this time Achellies?” I slap his arm. I will not give him a moments peace until we get home. “Lady Mora? Lady Constantine? Or how about Lord Merrick and Lord Fallow?”
He turns and slaps me, knocking off my mask and dislodging some of my hair. “Be my wife!”
I scoff, rubbing my jaw and glaring after him. “How dare you, you miserable-” I hear shouting from behind us, and looking back down the hallway I saw a man being wrestled by members of the party. He looked angry, dishevled, and ready to beat the absolute shit out of Achilles.
“That’s General Traister,” I snarl under my breath. My jaw hurts, but somehow, this is worse. “Madame Traister? Fucking really Achilles?”
“I thought she was you.” I knew it.
I strike him over the heat, beating him as he continued to run with me. “She’s got bigger boobs than my head! How the hell did you think that was me?”
Achilles forces me back into the carriage just as General Traister is yelling down the hallway. We run off, speeding towards the gates and then out onto the wooded trail home.
I sit there fuming, practically spewing smoke and lava from between my ears. Achilles sits there, sighing and growing a smug smirk on his face.
“Did you have fun?”
I look at him trough the ringlet of hair dangling in front of my face. “Did I have fun?” I snarl at him. “You fucked Madame Traister, struck me, and now I am certain our name is shit in the mouths of all our friends.” I start to laugh and I shake my head. “I had a wonderful night, Achilles, absolutely wonderful.” I turn and look out the window, angrier than I have ever been.
Achilles sits back in silence. “I am sorry about striking you, I hope you can find it in your big beautiful heart to forgive me.”
I push away the hair in my face. “You don’t get to talk ever again until I say so.”
He hangs his head then moves over to sit beside me. “I am sorry, my love. I will never do it again.” He takes my hand in his. “Let me make it up to you.” He puts his hand on my hip. “Let me kiss it and make it better.”
I throw him out of the moving carriage. “You can make it better by rotting out there, you miserable-” I stop, everything stops.
The carriage comes to a stand still as an armored hoard makes itself known. Magical torches light, casting a light purple glow all around us. The massive suits of armor come from the woods and on the trail before us.
A suit of armor comes to my window. “You may continue, but the man is coming with us.”
“What?” I gasp.
The suit of armor was a much darker shade than the others, more blue than platinum. He also had broader shoulders than the others. “He is wanted in Priryn. We were on our way to the manor up the road to take him and others into our custody.”
“Wanted? For what?” I balk.
The armor rises and I can see deep dents to their chest plate and other bits of their armor. “They stole precious artwork from a Priryn royale caravan.”
My husband had come home sometime ago with gifts for me, a beautiful painting, matching vases, and the very necklace I was wearing. I thought I could not become any more enraged than I was.
“Where will you be taking him?” I ask.
“That is not for you to know. Go home and let us deal with our matters in our own way.” He takes an unconscious Achilles and drapes him over his shoulder. The rest of the armored hoard head up the path, but he continues ahead before vanishing into the thickest part of the forest.
I sit there in the carriage for the longest time. My mind is blank, but it begins to grow a storm. My thoughts are dark clouds, and my desires become bolts of lightening.
For some reason, I cannot let that slide. Achilles may be a piece of shit, but he is my piece of shit, and in my mind I felt I deserved to be the one to punish him, not the kingdom of Priryn. I step from the carriage and follow after the knight. Above, real storm clouds have begun to form and thunder rumbles in the distance.
It has been a long time, but the magic is strong inside me. Rocks from the path begin to levitate and with a flick of my wrist I throw them at the knight. It is not as precise or as strong without my wand, but it still gets the job done.
The knight turns and glares down at me. “Keep going, my lady, it would be best if you-” A large rock strikes his helmet and spins it all the way around backwards.
“He is mine,” I snarl under my breath. “Give him back to me.”
The knight unceremoniously drops Achilles from his shoulder and he takes out his sword. “My lady, I really have no wish to harm you. But my orders are my orders, and I must uphold them.”
It begins to rain as I face him down. I know I am just one woman, but he is also just one night. Maybe my magic will be enough to handle just him. Maybe I just need to vent all this frustration on somebody who can take it.
“You’re messing with the wrong woman on the wrong night. You don’t get a piece of him until I do!” I throw my arms and trees uproot, bending and snapping to reach down to grab him. He dodges, swinging his sword and chopping down branches and vines.
The rain comes down almost violently, but I am not deterred by it. I am too angry, too frustrated, to let anything go. I will fight until the end, and I don’t know if even that will stop me.
Fire snaps and crackles from my fingertips and throw blue flames at him, he knocks them back and charges forward. I dodge him, leaping up into the air and flying over top of him. I manage to land a fire bolt into his back and knock him over and he splats into the fresh mud.
I wipe rain from my face and push my hair back. I race to find Achilles, but I can’t find him. I run back up along the path to see if he had gotten tossed somewhere, but as I reach the road again, I see our carriage race off with him inside.
My heart sinks, but then, the river upheaves. It churns from it’s basin, rising up and flooding the land. I’m knocked off my feet and carted with the heavy torrent. The knight grabs me, pulling me to his side. The last thing I see is him before I close my eyes.
I wake to a cold dank smell and the low distant dripping of water. I rise slowly as my body aches all over, but as my eyes open, I see the armor hovering above me. I flinch and lie there still in his lap.
“About time you woke up,” he says.
I grimace at him and push myself away. “What happened?” I reach up to fill my hair, but it has become almost completely undone.
The armor adjusted his position so that his legs stretched out. “The rain caused the river to overflow and that swept us away. I managed to get us to safety, but I am afraid it was at a cost.”
I quickly examine my body, but when I find it intact I look back up at him. “What was the cost?”
He shrugs. “I have no clue where we are.”
I scoff and flop back on the ground, sitting against the cold rock wall. “Are we in a cave or something?”
His head turns back and forth. “Or something.”
He’s aggravating, but in the back of mind I am grateful it is him and not my husband. “What sort of knight are you?”
“I am a fighter, a hammer, I am not meant to know things or look pretty.”
That explains his dingy and battered armor. “At least you’re honest. Was someone like you really needed to take in my husband?
He tilts his head down and I feel the sudden need to tuck in my legs. “Not really, but my threatening aura and size has a way of making most compliant.”
“Whatever he stole, I’ll give it back.” I take the necklace around my neck off and chuck it at him. “If we make it out of here alive, that is.” I lean back against the wall. If I focus I can still hear the water rushing outside somewhere.
“It has been a while since I have had a good fight,” the armor says. “I was very impressed with you, my lady.” He picks up the necklace, and it fits perfectly in his huge hand.
“Adeline,” I correct him. “I don’t like being called lady, or ma’am, or whatever the hell people call women.”
He lays a hand upon his chest. “Adeline, it was a pleasure to fight you.”
My frown slowly shifts into a smile. “It’s been a while,” I chuckle. “I’m surprised I still had the old stuff.” I look up him, his banged armor, his wilting cape, the massive size of him. “What’s your name?”
“I don’t have one,” he answers. “The armored hoard is happy to be just that.”
“If you’re calling me by my name, I want to call you something other than ‘it’ or ‘thing’.” I think for a moment. “I’ll call you Gus.”
“Gus?” He tilts his head to the side.
I pull my legs up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. “Yeah, when I was little, I had a big fat cat with that name. He was huge, and he was often missing fur in patches, you remind me of him.”
“Huh,” he murmurs.
I rub my arms up and down. “If I knew where we were I would light a fire, but that would probably suffocate me before it warmed me up.”
Gus pockets the necklace into one of the pouches on his belt. “I too am cold, that is why I have not attempted to escape. Not only that, I am quite hungry. The water took quite a bit out of me.”
I remember that part of the orgy I had taken part in all those years ago was part of a feeding ritual the Consumers had to take part in. They would then be able to last for months without stopping, part of what made them such a powerful force.
I pulled my legs up tighter to me. “If you touch me I’ll start a fire.”
“I don’t touch unless asked,” Gus answers.
“I’ve seen your kind feed before,” I quickly chime in. “You get messy.”
Gus tilts his head. “Only when it is a necessary frenzy.” He leans back and twiddles his thumbs.
I sit there for a while, cold, wet, and still agitated. For a long time we sat in silence, and still the sound of rushing water flowed by. I scoff and throw my head back.
I run my fingers through my hair. “I can’t believe he left me. I should have just let you take him!”
“You love him though.”
“No, I don’t. I wanted to be the one to throw him in jail, not you.” Tears begin to bubble up at the surface. I bow my head down as they start to come. “I wanted to beat the tar out of him!”
“Oh. Well-” Gus hesitates. “I really don’t know what to say.”
“Just be quiet then!” I blubber, rubbing my eyes. “I don’t need you saying shit!” I can’t stop the tears. All my frustration is coming out this way now rather than my rage.
Something soft and slippery touches my cheek. Gus has removed a glove and his form is touching me directly. He drinks up my tears while also giving me a gentle touch that made my back shiver.
I place my hand around his wrist. “I thought you didn’t touch.”
“I’m drinking.” Gus moves his other hand onto my face, wiping up tears as they flow freely. “It helps.”
He smells like honeysuckle and it draws me back to that night. My heart hammers and quickens pace while my nipples become stiff peaks.
“You remind me of someone too,” Gus murmurs.
I sniffle and he drinks more tears. “A dog?”
“No, a girl.” He tilts his head forward. “She was so cute and soft, she joined in feeding me and others in the armored hoard. She tasted so good that I stayed with her all night. I didn’t want to try anyone else. This was before I became a hammer.”
My heart skips a beat, there’s no possible way. “You like women?” I ask.
“I love women,” he says breathlessly. “But she remains special to me.”
I flick my tongue out, licking the tendrils that touch my cheek. “Who knew you brutes had a soft spot.”
Gus pressed against my tongue then quickly recoiled. “Some of us have gotten in trouble before.”
I can see parts of his body squirming, as if becoming too big in certain places. “From feeding too much?”
“That, and well-” His voice hitches. “Not focusing on our duties.”
I sit back, wondering if I should calm down. I need to preserve my strength, right now though Gus’ strength could be of better use than my own. If he was at full strength, he could get us out of here, hopefully easily.
I have to weigh all options though. “You feel pleasure when you feed?”
Gus nods. “We were made to surpass mortals, but in our creation, we still have some of the baser instincts of them as well.”
“So-” I click my tongue. “What would you need in order to get us out of here? I know that when you feed, some of my strength will fade, so I will have to be dependent on you. I don’t want to be completely depleted, so what would be the bare minimum?”
“You could just lick me some,” Gus sounds nervous.
I lick my lips. “That’s all?”
Gus fidgets. “Yeah uhm-” His armor splits at the groin and a mass of tendrils stretches out and forms a long, thick phallus. It drips from each tip and the sweet, honeyed smell of it fills the enclosed space.
“I’m sorry!” He yelps. “I’m excited and so hungry!” He tries to tuck it back, but my eyes have become focused upon it.
“So big,” I whisper. I clear my throat to cover myself. “If a few licks is all you need, I can sacrifice a little saliva.” I inch closer to him, placing myself between his legs. I’m so excited I’m almost shaking, I have been dreaming of this since the morning I had to abandon the orgy. I dip down, licking the top and going all the way down. Some of the tendrils shiver and shake, others come loose and stick to my cheek.
I’m drooling as I remember the way one of these felt forced down my throat. I lift my head and lathe my tongue over the tip.
“Th-that’ll be fine-” Gus’ voice sounds deeper.
I consider pulling back and letting this be it. I then think of my husband with Madame Treister and her huge tits, and I devour him. I take Gus into my mouth, stretching my jaw as much as possible and taking his mass to my throat.
“Adeline!” He yelps.
I moan against him, slurping, gulping, truly letting go of myself. I pull up panting, drool connecting my lips to his thick shaft. I grin greedily, wanting more. “Next time, push my head down.” I grab his hand and making his fist my hair. “Just to make sure you get enough.”
“Really?” His voice echoes.
I lick my lips and undo the top of my dress, letting my breasts hang out. “Really.” I take him again and when I think I can take no more he pushes my head down. I feel him slither and writhe in my throat, just like all those years ago. I moan and press closer, letting my breasts lay against his armor.
“Adeline,” he whimpers. That viscous fluid begins to leak from his armor.
I pull up, my throat sore, my lips plump, and I’m still drooling. I lick down his shaft and up again, unable to get enough of that sweetness that seeps from him.
A tendril licks between my breasts then splits and coils around them, squeezing them and trapping them in a vice. I bite my lip hard as I throw my head back, his touch feels too good.
“You taste so good,” Gus grabs me, pulling me up close to him. He strips away the remainder of my dress and begins to envelope me. I sit with m y back against him and my hands on his thighs. My hands sink into his mass and he holds me there with my ass in his lap. Gus leans over my shoulder, groping my breasts, squeezing my thighs, and opening me up all at once. I feel his tendrils prodding at my slick mound as well as my ass.
“Let me inside,” Gus whispers. “I’ll have enough strength to free us and run you all the way home.”
I can’t stop my grin as I watch him touch and writhe all over me. I then lean back and look at him. “Do I really taste good?”
His helmet opens and his tongue licks across my lips. “The best.” he kisses me, slipping his tongue down my throat. My eyes nearly roll back as he slips inside, thick writhing mass in each tight orifice. I squeeze hard around him, wanting to feel everything.
“Adeline,” Gus moans. “You’re delicious.”
I moan against his tongue, gazing up at the cave like it was the sky. He filled me completely, giving me the pleasure I had been chasing ever since that night.
“It’s you, I knew it,” Gus breathes. “The pretty enchantress.”
“How can that be possible?” I whimper loudly. “How can you know?”
He thrusts deep inside and I gush around his shaft. “I never could forget this flavor, Adeline.”
I lose track of all thought, he feeds and fucks me at the same time, eager and excited he’s found his favorite meal. Time has become lost to me, I just want Gus always. I want this pleasure forever. I want my husband to vanish away from memory and the present.
I wouldn’t mind if Gus took all of me, if it felt this good, I would happily slip into oblivion knowing this divine pleasure. I let my mind leave me, so I am not sure what time passed or how many orgasms I had. I just know I was a rag doll for a while.
I wake on Gus’ back as the sun crests over the mountains. He’s carried me from the cave and he’s standing waist deep in water.
“You got us out?” I yawn.
“I did!” He announces loudly and proudly. “I promised to get you home! So home is where we are going!”
“Oh good,” I say sleepily and rest back against him. “Do you know where I live.”
Gus flinches. “I uhm-”
I sigh and sit up on his back. “Okay, well, first lets find the main road.”
We eventually get headed in the right direction. He also gets a horse along the way, so the trip is a little bit shorter than just him walking the entire way. Once we get home, there is no sign of my husband. The further I look for him the more I find missing. He has taken quite a bit from our home, his clothes, what riches he could carry, as well as our best silver.
“It isn’t right for me to leave a lady alone and unattended!” Gus says. “Adeline, I will stay with you and make sure you are safe.”
I smile, hiding it behind my hand so he won’t see it. “That may be a long time, Gus. And I am quite the handful.”
Gus stands erect and salutes. “It doesn’t matter to me, Adeline. As long as you’re alone, I will stand by your side!”
I place my hand on his chest. “I will not be guarded by someone in such horrible armor. We will have to get you something much nicer. Something that will suit a lady of my calibur.” I smile up at him. “Are you willing to leave your armored hoard?”
“I will still be part of it,” he chuckles. “I can just say I am waiting on the enemy to return.”
I pull him down and give him a kiss. “I like that.”
As time went on, Achilles abandonment of me made me a darling for all our friends and acquaintances. They came to offer me their sympathy and support, and bit by bit, I was feeling like my old self again. I played the grieving wife, taking in young enchanters to fill the void left in my life.
“I will never remarry, it would be too painful,” I lament. But me and my students all knew the truth. Remarriage would be painful, but not for the reasons everyone would assume. Besides, I had a bedmate to keep my company, one that was loyal, obedient, and eager to please.
“Adeline, I’m a bit peckish,” Gus whispers to me.
“Then let me give you a snack, my good knight.” I smile up at him. “Come with me to my chambers, and I will feed you readily.”
Gus takes hold of my hand. “Thank you, Adeline.”
I smirk as he leads me away, lacing my fingers with his. “My pleasure.”
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Jennifer Lynn Bolan
I'm so glad she got her happiness!
