GENERAL’S CUR. (NSFW CONTENT) / SHAO X SOLDIER! READER.
a/n: nothing but savage thoughts have been in my mind since i locked eyes with shao and as a result, here is the result of that. enjoy ! ❣️
- Everyone knows the General has his favorites. Just as one might favor a weapon, the boy he adopted from the Kafallah War, or just as one might favor a pet— you. The soldier who just slightly too weak to overwhelm him, the soldier who barks in his ear to get his attention. Any other General would have disposed of you; make good on their word of your insolence. But not General Shao, not you. No— he had a much better use for you and that mouth of your’s.
- Under the guise of conversation, Shao invites you to his war quarters. Postured on his large, throne-like chair. Not so much as standing up as he barked for you to enter as you pounded on his door. Backlit in the warm, golden light of the torches that illuminated parchments of siege maps and private missives. Draped in his combat attire. The very essence of a war god; the taste of your own saliva coating and filling your throat.
“Sit.” There’s wine in Shao’s tongue, some aged finery he’s earned in Sindel’s favor amongst her court. You can hear it in the deep rumbles off his chest as he breathes in and out; watching your every step as you walk towards one of the chairs parallel to the general. A hawk to his prey. Crimson slits dilating— and contracting as you bend your knees to sit. “No. Not there.” All it takes is one finger, thick and clawed, pointed downwards. “You know where.”
- There’s no argument. Shao is your general, and you, his loyal devoted soldier— you both know that denial isn’t something you’d planned on anyways. Bark and yelp you might, but deny yourself? Shao wouldn’t allow a good soldier of his to think of restraint. Kneeled before him, between his legs, the sight of his cock strained against the fabric of his pants. Twitching at the warmth of your breath. He’s spent every moment since you’ve entered the room staring at you, and right now, Shao can’t look away. You’d lost all thought of resistance the second you’d taken to your knees.
“Who was it that taught you discipline, soldier?” He agonizes you with control. Slipping himself in and out your mouth, just enough to coat himself in your tongue, but not enough to suppress your whining to take him whole. You can take it, Shao knows. He's trained the shape of his cock into your throat; spent his hours warming himself in your insolent mouth. And you craved it, of course you did-- because every time he calls, you return. Lapping up the taste of his precum as he drags himself out from your throat, coated in your saliva. "Your general, wasn't it?" He gives you only a moment to breathe. Watching as you hungrily pant air back into your system. But not so desperate as to pull away. No- you stay there despite it. Gazing up at your General and his saliva-drenched cock, every part of you aching for him to return. "I taught you so well." You take him so well every time. Swallowing every drop, not so much as shedding a tear as Shao ruts into your mouth to clean himself off on your tongue. He'll reward you, you're certain. Not today-- no. But eventually you'll earn it; a seat right on his lap for hours on end. For now, you can remain sat there till Shao's done training each part of you to be his own.
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Full, Fuller, Fullest
Part 3: Fullest
The ride back to Andy's house seemed to take forever. In the passenger seat, Sammie was laying back, engorged tummy bulging into the air. Even though her shorts were unbuttoned, Andy could see they were still tight around her massive belly. Every bump they hit caused her to moan then, belch.
The bottle of wine sloshing about in her tummy had been absorbed by all the food, so she wasn't as drunk and hiccupy as she had been.
Though, that made the few hiccups that popped out of her mouth even hotter because Andy knew it was her full belly that was causing them.
At long last, they reached Andy's apartment. He hurried around to the passenger side and opened the door. When he pulled Sammie into an upright seated position, it compressed her belly and she burped loudly.
"Oof—URRRRRP—oh Andy...oh my belly...oohhhuuuuuurp...I'm so full..." she groaned as Andy pulled her to her feet.
Her wrapped one arm around her waist and began to lead her into the building. "Let's play a game," he whispered. "Every person who asks if your pregnant means more tummy rubs for you."
"Huuurp...how will they know to—URP—ask?" Sammie grunted.
"Easy," Andy replied, "You're going to play it up. You're not full, you're heavily pregnant. I'll be your doting husband." He patted her tummy then stepped aside. Sammie staggered but quickly took up her part. She put one hand on her tummy and the other on her back. She waddled—though she wasn't playing up the waddle at all—into his apartment building.
She stopped at the elevator and stroked a gentle hand down her tummy. The woman next to her looked over and smiled. Sammie smiled back, giving her tummy another rub. The woman didn't say anything, however.
Andy grinned to himself as Sammie began to play it up even more. The next person to enter the elevator was an elderly woman. Sammie puffed her belly out and arched her back even more. Andy could see a bit of sweat on her temple and decided to help.
He patted her belly gently, and asked, "Doing okay, dear?"
Before Sammie could reply, the older woman asked, "First baby?"
Sammie nodded, her smile relieved.
Without another word, the woman stepped over and began feeling Sammie's belly. "Ooh carrying high I see." She squeezed Sammie's sides and then thumped her upper belly. "Definitely a boy." She smiled at them proudly then stepped out when the elevator reached her floor.
As soon as she was gone, Sammie let out an enormous belch, one she tried to cut off when a couple stepped onto the elevator.
They gave her a disapproving look, but when one of the men noticed her bulging belly, he smiled. "How far along are you?"
"Six months," Sammie managed.
The other man reached out a hand and patted her tummy. "Congratulations," he said, "you look wonderful."
The next stop was Andy's floor and he guided his stuffed date out of the elevator and straight to his apartment.
She collapsed, belly up on the couch, moaning and belching uncontrollably.
Andy headed straight to the kitchen and brought back a bottle of Port and two small glasses.
"A toast to a successful dinner!" He cried.
He pulled Sammie into a sitting position and put a glass in her hand. He clicked his against hers then drained it.
Sammie was just staring at the glass, one hand fruitlessly rubbing her swollen stomach.
"Just one little drink" Andy murmured. Then he brought the glass to her lips and with a push tipped her head back. She was forced to swallow or get port poured all over her.
She moaned while Andy refilled the glasses. "Good stuff huh?" He said, purposely misinterpreting her moan.
"I—HUUUOOOOORP—" Sammie began, but Andy put another glass in her hand and when her burp was done, pushed it into her mouth.
He sat next to her and began to massage her tummy, and kept handing her glass after glass of port. When she tried to refuse the alcohol, he stopped rubbing her belly.
She was enjoying this though, he could tell. The way she squirmed on the couch and the way she only pretended to resist the next glass.
He got 2/3 of the bottle into her before deciding she was full enough. He helped her to her feet and she staggered belly-first into his bedroom.
When she flopped down onto the bed, he helped her pull off her shorts. He then began to kiss his way up her turgid tummy. She moaned at each kiss, and gasped when he slipped his tongue inside her belly button.
"Feels good, huh." He whispered
"Oooh...Andy....hic don't hic stop." She panted.
He continued kissing his way up her tummy, praising her and her appetite the whole time. She moaned and belched and hiccuped, gasping with desire the whole time.
He made his way back down to her tender belly button and began kissing and licking it in earnest. "So full," he murmured between kisses. "Such a full tummy. You did so good for me, Sammie. You ate so much."
She bucked beneath him, whining between the moans and burps.
"Andy—Urrrrrp—oh please, ple—UUURP—please...hic....ohhhh."
Her belly bulged so high that while Andy was kissing his way down from her belly button, he couldn't see any of her, just her stuffed tummy rising above him like the moon.
"Flip over," he said huskily.
Sammie struggled to and finally came to her hands and knees. Her back was arched and her belly almost touched the covers of the bed.
Andy slapped it gently and shook it back and forth, mesmerized with how little it jiggled. "Oh fuck, Sammie, you're so full and tight."
Sammie just moaned, too full, and turned on for words.
"Here," Andy whispered. "Let me make you feel good. Let me fill you up even further."
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hello it's me again EGRGHDD
even though I have some minimal gripes with bones s5 (it feels. rushed. I don't like how fast it's going and how many little things are cut.) I do genuinely like it and am very very excited for the story arcs that are coming up AGAHED
mainly cause fukuchi is legitimately one of my favorites to talk about/analyze. he's AGEHEDAS he makes me go insane he's like brain food for me. gets the cogs turning yknow.
- jazz :3
WOAAHH A FELLOW FUKUCHI ENTHUSIAST… this is a pleasant surprise o: but i definitely know what you mean about him getting the cogs turning in your brain, i definitely can relate ✍️
but i do hope as the season progresses they’ll do it justice (‘: i have hope… bones don’t fail me (again..)
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