<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f0/ad/8a/f0ad8af17de87645b110a3368c1fdbf3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Artorius Glimmerstar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sara's Cottage<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dorn & Reign!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Of course, Artorius knew full well what was going to happen; whilst he could occasionally play the slow game, the gentle build up of tension and passion, that was not exactly Dorn's favourite way to play. He was a bit more...delightfully brutish than that, more likely to simply take what he wanted, when he wanted, like a proper barbarian and make no apologies along the way. And whilst Artorius did enjoy the foreplay and the slow escalation of intensity that came from some of the other Doms in the Guild, he couldn't deny that just being thrown down and taken savagely was a rush all its own. To be thrown down and taken by a savage, powerful male, to be completely at the mercy of somebody elses pleasure, to be held down and<em>bred</em>like a bitch in heat, being split in half with no apparent care about your own pleasure...it gave him the shivers just thinking about it, honestly, which was part of the reason he went to Dorn in the first place. Maybe not that specific time - he'd been ordered to Dorn, after all - but in general, when he wanted a nice, hard claiming, a brutal taking of pleasure by a powerful savage of a man...he went to Dorn. Or maybe Crorn, but Crorn was a bit more of a foreplayer, in general. Which was good in its own way, of course; but there were different ways of doing it, for different moods. And now...he was in a Dorn Mood.<br/><br/>He moaned hotly as he felt his lips being claimed by Dorn, his mouth caught between the masculine taste and scent of his Master, the teeth marking him delightfully, and he kissed him back hungrily, aching to wrap himself around Dorns larger form, aching to press himself against him and allow his mouth to be claimed and taken...but alas, it was not to be. Dorn pulled away after a moment, much to Artorius's dismay, but that dismay did not last overly long. He gave a soft, delight squeal of delight as he found himself heaved up and thrown over Dorns shoulder, wiggling a little to get into a more comfortable position as he was practically spun about atop the towering mountain; he was not a tall person, either in real life or in the game - in real life, he was almost aggressively average in every way including height, standing at maybe 5'6 on a good day, but in the game, he'd deliberately made himself tiny at a paltry 5'2 in heels - and being as high up as Dorns shoulder was...well, it did give him a little bit of vertigo, considering that he was the best part of seven feet up, a full two feet taller than he was used to. Everything looked<em>tiny</em>from up there, and it did serve to give him a brief dizzy spell before he got his bearings...just in time to feel Dorns hand closing around his ass, the large, meaty, callused palm easily fitting a full bubble-butt cheek into its firm embrace.<br/><br/>He shivered and let out a quiet, plaintive moan at the contact, not only the feeling of his hand on his ass sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through his spine, his back arching under the touch, and the fact that he was just so...<em>tiny</em>in comparison to the larger male. It sent delightful shudders down his spine. After that, everything kind of moved in a blur. There was movement, a door, the distant muffling of the rest of the guild speaking, and then...quiet. They stopped moving, and he felt the shift in position and the movement of hands, and then he was falling through the air, down onto the plush, soft bed. He gasped softly as he hit the mattress, but before he had a chance to properly adjust himself, he found his ankles pinned together by the strong, powerful hand of Dorn, which proceeded to push Artorius's legs up and around his ears. He gasped and groaned softly at the sudden strain placed on his spine and stomach, undeniably feeling a little uncomfortable...but it was the best kind of discomfort, the slight tinglings of pain that only served to stoke the fires of his arousal. Outside of the game, he was nowhere near this flexible. Inside the game? Well...he was. He stared up at Dorn, the large male filling his entire vision, looming over him powerfully and expansively, and felt a fresh thrill of excitement coursing through him, heat blooming in his stomach and spreading across the rest of his body. He swallowed weakly as he writhed helplessly in Dorns grasp. He opened his mouth to say something...but was cut off sharply as he felt Dorns thick, throbbing cock pressed against his ass. He gasped softly. Yes...yes, this boypussy wanted that cock, oh so badly.<strong>"Yes! Yes, Master, give it to me-eeeee~"</strong>He hadn't even needed to ask. He was cut off in his pleading by the pressure of the cock on his ass, then the pop as the head burst through his entrance.<br/><br/>He spasmed in place, moaning out loudly like a bitch in heat as he felt the turgid length beginning to split him apart, the aching strain of being stretched so suddenly spiderwebbing up his spine and out into the rest of his nerves, but it also brought with it an undeniable pleasure as he felt the heat and throbbing ecstasy from being filled up so completely radiating from his ass. He arched his back as best he could, pressing his hips further down Dorns cock, aching to feel it all inside him. He squeezed his ass down, rippling along the length in an effort to please Dorn, to get that moan from his lips, and even though he did feel a bit disappointed that he wasn't getting the taste of Dorns rugged, manly mouth like Reign was...he felt a certain satisfaction that it was<em>him</em>getting impaled first, not Reign. But that was a distant, far off thought; all he could focus on at that moment was the aching bliss, and the feeling of a hot, throbbing cock filling him up and sending pulse after pulse of naughty, dominated pleasure through his body. His moans were formless and without proper wording, but they communicated what he meant well enough; as he felt Dorn sheathe himself inside him fully, he let out a spasming moan as he rotated and urged his hips against his savage lover, rolling his hips and clenching his ass and cheeks down against Dorns shaft.<strong>"M-Master...pleeeeease...take me..."</strong>he whimpered softly. He needed it. He<em>needed</em>Dorn to fuck him.<em>Hard.</em>