Thought it was a Cushion (D&D) (Patreon)

(Every character depicted in the prompts below is a consenting legal adult over the age of 18)

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Themes: Demon Sex, Rough Sex, Marathon Sex

Summary: Inspired by the YouTube video 'I Thought It Was A Cushion' by Barhound. It's been a long, productive night at the tavern and he's won the local card game. So he figures, why shouldn't be take a rest when he sees a nice, purple cushion just sitting there. Next thing he knows, he finds out that 'cushion' belonged to a beautiful 'Tiefling'. For his brazen attitude, he finds himself 'rewarded'... and by the next morning, he's multiclassing into warlock and wound up pacted to an Archdevil.

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“Hey just so you know, it really was an accident. I thought it was a cushion!”

“Mhm, sure lover boy~”

The worst part is, Harkin is telling the truth. Even as he’s dragged into an upstairs room in the tavern by the purple-skinned tiefling he may or may not have offended, he really didn’t know. At the same time, he fully acknowledges he’s brought this on himself, knowing that he deserves whatever is coming next.

It had been such a good night too. He’d come out the big winner at the tavern’s card table, easily doubling the gold he’d gotten from his latest completed quest. All in all, he’d been feeling really damn good about himself. But he also might have been a little bit fried from cards, admittedly. And the tavern’s lighting wasn’t the best either.

So what had looked like a nice, large, purple cushion just sitting there on a chair for him to sit on… well, it hadn’t been that at all. Instead, it had been the rather sizable ass of a very voluptuous, very bottom heavy purple-skinned tiefling.

In all fairness to him, she was the one wearing a leotard that rode up between her ass cheeks and left little to the imagination! Unfortunately, that meant little and less when he hadn’t even sat down at first… no, instead he’d reached out to ‘fluff’ the cushion, which is what had put him in his current predicament.

Although rather than getting his shit pushed in and his ass robbed for his trespasses, Harkin finds himself pushed back onto the tavern room’s bed, landing with a grunt on the edge. And then the tiefling immediately drops into a crouch between his legs, causing him to blink as she looks up at him with a wicked grin and glittering yellow eyes.

“Mm, let’s see if you’re worthy of this ‘cushion’, shall we?”

Harkin gulps, even as she proceeds to extract his cock from its confines. He certainly isn’t going to protest the gorgeous woman he’d inadvertently fondled fondling him in turn, but still, he can’t help but be a little caught off guard. Her hands wrap around his dick and pull it free and all he can do is stay quiet and still as she inspects his hardening, thickening shaft.

“… Not bad for a human~”

Oh thank fuck. The tension in Harkin’s shoulders and spine dissipates, even as the tiefling leans down and proceeds to take him in her mouth right then and there. His eyes widen a moment later when her tongue seems to roll all the way around his cock, making Harkin shudder in pleasure.

Were tiefling tongues usually that long? He didn’t think he’d ever heard that about them before. But maybe she just had a special trait or something. She’s certainly doing something special now, with how she’s bobbing up and down his cock while her tongue wraps around more and more of his member engulfed by her mouth.

He’s soon at full mast, his erection straining and throbbing in her gaping maw as she takes him deeper and deeper until she’s got him all the way to the base. The entire time, the tiefling looks up into his eyes as it feels like she’s half-sucking the soul out of his body. And there’s never even a hint of a gag reflex either. She’s completely suppressing it as her throat steadily and readily convulses up and down his length, massaging each and every inch of his dick.

Harkin throws his head back and groans so loudly it might just be heard down in the tavern below. His hands twitch at his sides but he just grabs onto the bedding, not nearly brave enough to reach out and grab ahold of the curved horns on either side of the tiefling’s head.

They have to be the largest, most intricate and complex horns he’s ever seen on a tiefling before, really. They curve around the sides of her skull and then up into the air like a damn crown. In fact, he’s pretty sure they weren’t nearly that big downstairs, but maybe he’s just seeing things… he was pretty focused on her massive ass instead, after all.

Still, he’s definitely not brave enough to go for them, so instead he just holds onto the blanket beneath him for dear life as she goes to town on his cock. Until eventually, Harkin can’t hold back any longer, his balls churning and his cock pulsing.

“F-Fuck! Gonna… blow!”

He’s pretty sure she hears him because instead of pulling back, she just sucks harder at his dick. And then, a moment after that, Harkin feels the tip of her suspiciously long tongue slip out and ghost across his ball sack from where her lips are suctioned around the base of his cock.

With a shuddering breath, he cums and he cums hard, his seed exploding down the tiefling’s throat. And yet, still she doesn’t gag or choke. She swallows every last drop, betraying an abundance of experience as she doesn’t spill anything while drinking and guzzling down his load.

Just when it finally seems like it’s over however, she keeps sucking, going even harder and bobbing up and down on his cock even faster. Harkin’s eyes bulge and he nearly doubles over her head… only to realize what she’s doing a moment later. She’s keeping him hard.

Indeed, the tiefling pulls back after a minute and smirks up at him as his cock remains in its throbbing, engorged state. Then, she rises to her feet and runs a hand down the front of her scandalous, skimpy leotard, letting it flicker and disappear off her body entirely.

An illusion? Or some other sort of magic? In the end, it matters little. What matters is that her voluptuous form is suddenly on full display and Harkin’s mouth goes absolutely dry as he beholds her in all her glory. When she spins about though, then he starts to drool, because her backside has to be seen to be believed.

He also notes the demonic spade tail… but tieflings have tails, right? Well, it’s not like he has much time to contemplate it. She almost immediately backs her fat ass up into his rock hard cock, causing it to disappear between her cheeks as she slides up and down, stroking him with her crack.

“Think you can handle this ‘cushion’, human?”

Her yellow eyes glitter with promise as she looks back over her shoulder at him. Harkin, meanwhile, only sees one possible answer to this. Anything else and he’s simply betraying himself as a man. And so, right as she’s at the apex of her climb up his cock, Harkin reaches out, grabs hold of the tiefling by the hips, and proceeds to SLAM her down onto his member, impaling her right then and there.

He doesn’t get any sort of squeal or scream for his troubles. She doesn’t choke on her own spit or cry out in surprise or anything like that. What she does do is let out the most wanton moan he’s ever heard as she descends down his length, as sensual and sexual of a sound as has ever passed through Harkin’s lips.

That, combined with the extraordinary feel of her pussy, is frankly almost enough to make Harkin come undone right there. He probably doesn’t only because he’s already cum once, his first load buoying him so he can last longer this second time.

Still, the tiefling’s cunt walls are straight up out of this world as they flex and squeeze along his length. Not to mention her tail dipping down to wrap around his balls, massaging and groping them as he holds her by the hips and thrusts up into her plush, fat, purple ass from below.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Her ass cheeks clap with every downward thrust of her hips and upward thrust of his. Her big booty, mistaken for a cushion initially, bounces atop his legs again and again as they fuck right there in the private tavern room. Harkin is losing his mind with pleasure, shuddering in ecstasy as he tries to give as good as he gets.

But the truth is? For the first time in his entire life, he’s kind of outmatched. Sure, he’s had some fun rolls in the hay, but never a woman like this before. She makes him want to aspire to her level, to try and match her energy. She brings him up, even as she comes crashing down onto his cock again and again.

Harkin grits his teeth, holding out as his balls churn and threaten to overwhelm his throbbing, pulsating cock. He doesn’t want to cum too early… and in his mind, ‘too early’ has become synonymous with ‘before her’. If he cums a second time before making the tiefling cum even once, he thinks he might just lose his pride as a man.

Looking back over her shoulder at him, the tiefling blinks when she sees the concentrated expression on his face.

“Oh? Someone is trying very hard to hold back~”

“Going to… make you cum first!”

His answer, through gritted teeth, startles a laugh from the barely winded tiefling. Her eyes glitter some more as she giggles.

“Oh, well now… don’t say things like that. You’re going to make me really hungry if you talk like that.”

For a split second, Harkin gets a sense of absolute danger from the woman currently impaled on his dick. As though to say he should just give in now because if he doesn’t, if he keeps persisting, he might be in serious trouble. Everything will change.

And yet… Harkin didn’t get where he was in life by being easygoing or surrendering swiftly. He’s not a coward. In fact, he’s stubborn as a mule. So rather than taking that split second of intense sensation as a wake up call… he takes it as a challenge.

With a renewed roar, Harkin begins to fuck up into the tiefling harder than ever before, drawing the first yelp her as he takes her by surprise. She then moans even more wantonly, her breasts bouncing and her booty clapping all the harder.

Until finally, he feels it… the telltale clenching around his cock, the spasms that signal an orgasm rather than just her milking him. She’s still milking him too though, because as soon as she starts cumming, he can’t hold back any longer either. He cums with a loud groan, exploding up into her.

Before he can properly recover or process what’s going on, however, Harkin suddenly finds himself fully on his back with the tiefling abruptly looming over him, sinking back down onto his cock again but this time facing him.

Her hands planted on either side of her head, her breasts dangling in his face, she grins wickedly as her yellow eyes glow.

“Now you’ve gone and done it~”

‘It’ in this context appears to be having awakened something in her, because what follows is… a very long night for Harkin. He likes to think he has pretty good stamina. Adventurers need stamina, after all. He likes to think he’s pretty strong too, and durable, and has a good constitution in general.

… But all of that is tested to its absolute limits and a little bit beyond as the tiefling fucks him silly. And yes, that is how it is. Sure, sometimes he gets the better of her for a moment. Like when he finally does grab her horns, it’s because she’s on her hands and knees and he’s taking her from behind, pulling her head back as she eggs him on.

And yet, in the end it’s he who winds up exhausted and passing out first. Load after load until his flesh is spongy and weak, his cock spent and his balls completely emptied out. Until finally, he fully and utterly drops into a state of dark unconsciousness. Dark, satisfied unconsciousness, to be exact.

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When he wakes the next morning, Harkin finds himself alone… but he wasn’t wrong to think his life would be changed forevermore. His partner from the previous evening leaves two things behind in her departure. The first is a mark on the back of his hand that glows with purple power… and the second is a letter that explains what the mark is and what he’s just done.

Maybe he should have asked for a name at some point, though he doubts the Archdevil Glaysa would have given him the truth even if he had asked. Still, apparently he’s been marked by the Princess of Hell, Asmodeus’ own daughter… as her newest warlock.

… He should probably be more upset about this. But her letter promises future visits and further power so long as he continues to impress her. And Harkin won’t lie; he’s kind of already looking forward to it.

Heh, and to think, all of this because he thought it was a cushion…

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Google Doc Link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1bRzh1tFV8kNbaGe26ZEwChlTLH9y3UXNnTsALAVsNlQ/edit?tab=t.0