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The Terror - Prompt Post 1
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fill: title in description FRMC/Tuunbaq (implied)+fitzier, voyeurism, anal training [1/1] probably
(Anonymous) 2023-08-30 09:39 am (UTC)(link)other tags i couldn't fit in title: size kink, mutual masturbation, porn logic, bad dirty talk (jfj) humiliation kink. this is dildo stuff rather than graduated butt plugs specifically; sorry nonny if that's not what you wanted. ':-D but nervously - auth.
Title: Your rhythmic advance, your fine abandon
Things came to a head on the spring day Erebus sighted birds. It was James' own fault— He had got so swept up in the general excitement, he had forgot decorum; forgot to signal across to Terror before coming across. Forgotten, in the main, Francis' new schedule.
In hindsight, Lieutenant Hodgson had been uncomfortable, nattering on excessively as he escorted James in along the quarterdeck. That which was "excessive" from Hodgson might have been taken for a sort of verbal mania, in another man. James had not noted it, at the time, glad to hear about the state of progress on Terror's ice wall for once rather than the rather pedantic wisdom of the ancients. But- had Irving not also seemed odd, as he met James in passing belowdecks? The poor boy had been flushed as an apple, tho' he did not seem fresh from the outdoors and it was not a particularly cold season within the walls. And was it not strange, the rather choked way he reacted to James' stating he had business with the captain? Not "urgent", James is certain; he did not say "urgent", he could not have said "urgent". It beggars belief, how the man can have misunderstood to such an extent. But he had said nothing, and so James had gone to Francis' berth, as he was directed, and he had let himself in, like a fool, and then he had stayed, like the biggest fool of all.
Francis at present was knelt up on his bunk, poised and quivering like a rabbit in view. Not normally a tentative man, neither by disposition nor physical presence, it was an arresting posture on him, conflicting with his stolid heft in an altogether pleasing manner.
The pego had been almost half-out of Francis when James unlocked the door with Jopson's key, thinking nothing of it engaged in the middle of the day. Thought nothing, truly, only known his new and tentative comrade a reclusive man, and been excited to tell him of the birds sighted East--
the men had shot at them, the marines and even the petty officers-- but the scraggly flock had survived, and flapped away, honking and hooting in distress. To sight them, to see their first living beast in so long, since the hunting on Beechey nearly (and in hindsight, the thing prowling their ground since). James had been flush with the hope of it and wanted to share the news with a good friend, that was all.
He must have knocked, he is certain he must have knocked, before he entered. But he had certainly gone in without saying a thing, happy to share a small joy, and turned to close the door behind him, calling out a greeting without looking over his shoulder. And then a high, somewhat choked noise, and James had turned to find Francis knelt up in his bunk over one of his training pegos, wide-eyed and panting.
He had been flush and pink all over in the chill air, sweaty and shivering half-in half-out of his woolen underthings. "James-" he had said, croaking, mortified- "James," he had said, and sunk fully down on the thing, as though a reflex, as though to hide it from sight in his own ripe body.
and James had not left, he had stayed,
he is staying, Francis is here knelt up before him. Nearly above him in fact, bunks being what they are, well above eye level and James is caught staring him in his shocked, beautiful blue eyes.
Unmastered by his better urges, James’ neck bends. He looks, ever so slightly, down. As he takes in Francis' thick curving cock, the near-invisible cleft beneath them where an enormous, impossible, snow bear consolateur is plunged deeply in his lovely cunt, James feels poised between mania and migraine.
"James," Francis says again, uselessly, breathless with what might be apprehension, but he sits down willingly when James guides him with a hand at his back, and parts his muscled thighs willingly enough when James presses his own clothed hips in between them. They have never touched like this, but it feels natural, a conclusion of sorts.
"You'll be ready to take him, soon," James pants in his ear. He licks at a trickle of sweat along Francis' thick neck and thrusts his prick up against Francis' thigh, and Francis shivers. The rocking motion must jostle the pego that is still inside him, the enormous thick base snug against his hole. Tears of strain are leaking from the corners of his eyes but he does not protest as James guides his back to the thin mattress and pulls Francis' hips out, his dangling legs to the ground, although Francis has to brace himself on the balls of his feet, and his shoulders up against the edge of the berth.
"God, Francis, do you know how what a marvel you are? No captain could be expected to go so far for his men, none on Earth. To martyr yourself in such a way.
And to take such a monster of a cock. The sheer physical feat of it, to work it inside of you, oh, fuck, fuck," He is gibbering, talking nonsense, just to say anything at all, in exactly the way he knows Francis hates- He ought to stop- He cannot make himself stop-
"You're so lovely like this, stuffing yourself for it, for him. For all of us.
Your beautiful, tight arse is going to save us from destruction. I still can't believe it, Christ. You've seen the thing, but still, you've worked for it. Every day, you've taken it all so bravely. And when we are rescued, we may swear our men to secrecy all we like, but every one of them will know the sight of it. You trussed up like a Roman and set upon by a ravening creature. To a man, we'll all know what you look like with a bear's cock in your quim, stretching around it. The sounds you make. How many of the men will abuse themselves, do you think? Thinking of you, afterwards? Wishing they could have you. All fresh and innocent again, or perhaps used and still trickling with it. We've been so long at sea... we haven't used any Disciplinary Measures in so long. No really unchaste ones, at any rate.
"I think the men will be slathering over themselves, to watch it mount you. Wishing it were them instead of it, ravaging their handsome commander." He bites at Francis' ear. "But it could never be them, could it, it never could. None of them could satisfy you. I doubt that I could satisfy you, but with my hand. You're trained up too well. You're too used to the stress, the strain of it. Filling you up... we'll never satisfy you again, after that. No man could. God, Fuck Francis, he groans, rocking up against him, still in his uniform trousers, even, god's wounds. And James is spending, in great shuddering treacle thick waves of heat roiling through his body, his prick jerking and sensitive against unforgiving cotton.
When he returns to himself he finds Francis panting unhappy little "ah- ah- ah"s, thrusting up against the crease of James' hip as best he can from his position. The pego has slipped from him. It's one of the larger from the collection of five, James recalls, thick and blunt, nearly a man's forearm in length and width.
As he pulls away Francis grunts in complaint.
"Hush," James soothes, shifting his weight away to the bunk. "I'll see to you." He wraps a handkerchief carefully around the pego, which is mercifully clean but still not the sort of thing to leave lying around for one's valet. He strips nearly to his waist, and shucks his trousers and boots. As he approaches the bunk again, he rucks his undershirt up past his elbows playfully. "Would you like my prick, or something larger? Be honest, captain."
The end! <3 sorry, a cliffhanger feels tacky but i got bored. for now. peace yall!
[a/n: did officers' berths on 18th cent. naval vessels have locks with keys? or just bolts? i want to know this and i'm shit at history naval research. sadly.
a/n 2: this is part of a larger Porn Logic au (not a fucknavy au but like. adjacent to it) that i probably will not expand on but might later)
a/n: this is stoned and unbeta'd i think i wrote it in the weirdest possible tense combination?? uh sorry.]
Re: fill: title in description FRMC/Tuunbaq (implied)+fitzier, voyeurism, anal training [1/1] proba
(Anonymous) 2023-09-18 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)(How was it decided that the captain has to take the tuuncoq? Did they bring a full set of dildos with them, fully expecting this turn of events, or did mr. Honey make them after taking careful measurements? Are the flock of birds a sign that Tuunbaq is pleased with the captain's progress so far? And will James be allowed the sloppy seconds afterwards? Questions that will give me no rest until there is a sequel...)
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(Anonymous) 2023-12-14 12:05 am (UTC)(link)this increases their weird bond and silna is like. REALLY not thrilled abt it but also kind of ok since its not her responsibility anymore and she doesn’t have to become a shaman immediately unless she wants to
psychic monsterfucking soulbond. . . which would mean that even if he tames it with the frussy and no more men die… it will still follow them all the way down king williams island, oh dear… 👀
the captains had better pitch their sturdy “observation tent” pretty far from the rest of the men! 🥵
Re: fill: title in description FRMC/Tuunbaq (implied)+fitzier, voyeurism, anal training [1/1] proba
(Anonymous) 2023-10-17 08:26 am (UTC)(link)Re: fill: title in description FRMC/Tuunbaq (implied)+fitzier, voyeurism, anal training [1/1] proba
(Anonymous) 2023-12-13 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)I love show!fitzjames but I do very much want him to get cuckolded by a monster bear with a bad dragon style penis. for extremely weird specific horny reasons
Re: fill: title in description FRMC/Tuunbaq (implied)+fitzier, voyeurism, anal training [1/1] proba
(Anonymous) 2024-02-20 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)I hope Tuunbaq enjoys as much as I have <3