This looks like a good doujin with Inaho on the receiving end.
Remember how someone requested Inaho/Saaz/Cruhteo/Slaine months ago? Pepperidge Farm remembers.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Inaho, slipping the gag between Slaine’s lips. His voice is steady as always, but the last few years of Inaho serving as commander of the Imperial Guard have given Slaine a sense for the slight shifts in his tone. Inaho is over-enunciating slightly to cover for the slight breathiness of his voice, and there’s a pink flush sliding up his neck. “He doesn’t give directions in bed anyway.”
Slaine glares at Inaho and tries to protest, both at the characterization and at Inaho’s calmly clinical appraisal, but it comes out wordless and incomprehensible. Over Inaho’s shoulder, Saazbaum glances sidelong at Cruhteo. “Where could he have picked that up?” he asks blandly. Cruhteo’s pale eyes narrow and his chin lifts fractionally; his regret is as hard to pick out as Inaho’s desire, but Slaine can spot it even beneath the layers of pride and stubbornness.
“Don’t heckle him,” says Inaho, unruffled, briskly unbuttoning his own heavy coat. Slaine blinks; it still catches him by surprise every time he hears Inaho casually tell Versian nobles what to do. He isn’t rude, exactly, but there’s no deference or formality to his phrasing.
Cruhteo looks as irritated at Inaho as he does at Saazbaum, but Saazbaum has never shown any sign of being bothered by Inaho’s boldness. “My apologies,” he offers, though his mouth quirks into a slight smile. “But whatever you’re planning, I’m sure you can find better help than a pair of dirty old men.”
Slaine is still bad at reading Saazbaum when his voice gets that deliberately careless; Inaho ignores the insincere lightness altogether. “Maybe,” he says, stripping methodically out of his uniform pants, “but they might talk afterward.” He raises a finger, counting. “You won’t, because it doesn’t help you to undermine him.” A second finger. “And I know you want him.” A third. “And you owe him.” Slaine and Inaho have gone over these reasons before, but it still sounds strange to hear them spoken so boldly. Saazbaum shrugs faintly; presumably he doesn’t see the point of denying it in front of Cruhteo and Slaine.
But Cruhteo’s jaw clenches for a moment as he looks at Inaho. “I have no obligation to /you/.”
Inaho nods, unbothered by Cruhteo’s haughtiness. He straddles Slaine with practiced ease, back to the counts, and slips a finger under Slaine’s chin. Slaine looks up obediently, and Inaho raises an eyebrow. Hidden from the counts’ view by Inaho’s slender shoulders, Slaine nods his own wordless affirmation. Inaho stays still for a moment, then leans forward, rubbing their stiffening cocks together. Slaine moans audibly into the gag and throws back his head as Inaho wraps a hand around them. From the corner of his eye, he can see quiet Inaho biting his lip, chest rising and falling fast as he starts to breathe heavily. Inaho pulls away to the side a minute later, giving the counts a clear view of Slaine, pink-cheeked and half-hard on the edge of the bed. “You can think of it as only doing it for him, if you want,” he says, level but over-enunciating again. “I’m just helping.”
Saazbaum is openly appraising, looking from Slaine to stubborn Inaho, and Slaine knows that they have him. Cruhteo looks less certain, but Slaine expected that. Even if Inaho weren’t here – and Slaine would never wade back into this old territory without Inaho at his side – Cruhteo would be tricky. Apologies have been made, acceptances given, but the words are all insufficient to set those years of abuse right. And it’s messier than all that, because logically Slaine shouldn’t want anything to do with Cruhteo, but he’s never hated him, and still doesn’t hate him, and lately he can’t stop fantasizing about large, familiar, relentless hands pinning him down, spreading him wide…
Being in a position of having to seduce and reassure Cruhteo is new, but will be worth it if it works.
He catches Cruhteo’s eyes for a moment, then flicks his gaze to the ornately twisted braid at Cruhteo’s lapels that marks a member of the Imperial Household; those little knots are a careful physical sign of trust and forgiveness. And Slaine spreads his legs slightly, not enough to be completely vulgar but enough to whisper as his skin tugs at the heavy bedding, because this is about invitation and wanting, too.
Cruhteo pauses a few moments longer, then sighs quietly and crosses the room, sinking to one knee between Slaine’s legs. It takes a heartbeat for Slaine to realize why the motion is familiar; by then, Cruhteo has already caught Slaine’s hand and lifted it to his lips. It would be chaste – Cruhteo’s lips barely brush against Slaine’s skin, and his grip is respectfully soft – except for the fact that Slaine is completely naked and stiffening just from imagining the possibility of those lips and hands sliding over the rest of his body. He swallows hard, and knows that he’ll never be able to think about Cruhteo’s second investiture the same way again.
The count looks up, watching Slaine’s expression carefully, and tightens his grip on Slaine’s hand. Slaine shivers as Cruhteo kisses against the pads of his fingertips, licks against the pads of his fingertips. This reverential gentleness is unsettling and just not enough. He squirms needily, because he’s been fucked enough to know that expressing desperation usually gets Cruhteo going, and is relieved to find that the trick still works years later. Cruhteo lingers on Slaine’s fingers a second more before lowering his hands to spread Slaine’s thighs wide. Slaine whimpers at the old familiar gesture, heart beating rabbit-fast. Inaho presses comfortingly against his back, resting his head on Slaine’s shoulder to peer over at Cruhteo. Slaine takes a moment to nuzzle against his cheek reassuringly, but keeps his wide eyes fixed on the count. Cruhteo pauses at Inaho’s intrusion, lips thinning, but he’s far too prideful to back down. Finally, finally, he bows his fair head, licking down the length of Slaine’s cock. Slaine gasps and clenches his fingers tight in the duvet. The tight grip on Slaine’s thighs might be the same, but this level of solicitude in bed is new – ah, but he isn’t a Terran dog anymore, and there’s all that apology and regret hanging in the air between them.
Of course things wouldn’t be the same.
He tries to relax and enjoy it as Cruhteo swallows him down; the count has clearly done this to /someone/ before, even if he’s never sucked Slaine off. He does finicky little things against the underside of Slaine’s cock and pinches at the tight muscles of Slaine’s thighs, and the whole thing is so wet and tight and hot that Slaine can barely stop himself from squirming between Cruhteo and Inaho. But in this position, there are too many options – he could fist his hands in Cruhteo’s hair and push him lower, or stop fighting the urge to thrust into the count’s mouth, or reach back and draw Inaho into this somehow.
Too many options if he wanted to take control, that is. But he’s had enough of that outside this room.
He nudges Inaho slightly. It’s an almost imperceptible shift of his shoulder, but Inaho is pressed close enough to feel it. A moment later, Inaho’s hands clasp against Slaine’s wrists, clamping them tight together and pulling them over Slaine’s head. Inaho pushes him down against the bed, stretching him out long and vulnerable. Slaine luxuriates in the sudden shift, at being pinned and prone between Cruhteo’s grip on his thighs to Inaho’s grip on his wrists. The bed dips, and Saazbaum is there a beat later, nipping against the exposed skin of Slaine’s hipbones and slipping his hands underneath Slaine to skitter along the length of his spine. Inaho leans down to kiss against the crook of Slaine’s neck. He’s gloriously cocooned between the three of them, barely able to move enough to arch into Cruhteo’s mouth as the count swirls his tongue excruciatingly slowly around the tip of Slaine’s dick.
His breath comes in hoarse groans as he gets closer and closer to coming, and Inaho grips tighter, possessive, against his wrists. Slaine doesn’t struggle, only lifts his head to give Inaho better access to the soft skin of his neck. These bites and bruises will all be hidden under high, constricting collars tomorrow; tonight, he’s content to use Inaho’s tight grip as an anchor as he comes in Cruhteo’s warm mouth with a shout, his brain rushing into electric, overwhelming mindlessness.
But Inaho’s fingers slacken and unwind before Slaine’s body has fully unclenched, and the mattress and sheets shift with unexpected movement. Shaky and surprised, Slaine props himself up on his elbows to see Inaho sliding off the bed to straddle Cruhteo’s lap. Before the count can react, Inaho leans in, clasping Cruhteo’s face in his hands and leaning into kiss him. From this angle, Slaine can’t see much of Inaho’s face, but Cruhteo’s expression shifts from surprise to anger to stubborn irritation; out of the corner of his eye, Slaine sees Saazbaum’s tiny smirk of suppressed amusement. Cruhteo lifts a hand to the nape of Inaho’s neck to reassert control, and for a moment their kiss seems to deepen. But then Inaho reaches back to push Cruhteo’s hand away and turns to look at Slaine. His expression is calm and almost blank, but his face and neck are flushed pink and there’s a thin trail of Slaine’s cum dripping down his chin. He makes a show of swallowing visibly, and Slaine’s jaw almost drops. The square set of Inaho’s shoulders and the intensity of the way he’s watching Slaine remind Slaine, incongruously, of the way Inaho looks before a fight.
Or not a fight, precisely, but a challenge –
Slaine’s breath catches, and he sits upright, startled. Inaho’s chin tilts up, a tiny show of pride, before he turns back to Cruhteo. “We should give him something to watch,” he says, tugging off Cruhteo’s cravat. The over-enunciation is still there, but his voice is astoundingly steady for someone naked and stripping an imperial count, “until he’s ready to go again.”
Aaaaaand don't expect any more until tomorrow, at least. Merr/y/ Christmas.
>Slaine’s breath catches, and he sits upright, startled. Inaho’s chin tilts up, a tiny show of pride, before he turns back to Cruhteo. “We should give him something to watch,” he says, tugging off Cruhteo’s cravat. The over-enunciation is still there, but his voice is astoundingly steady for someone naked and stripping an imperial count, “until he’s ready to go again.”
>Aaaaaand don't expect any more until tomorrow, at least. Merr/y/ Christmas.
Keep it up, writer anon! this is great!
Man I am so glad this small fanbase has stuff like this. You are so good.
>it's an imageboard so it means you can't talk, you must only post images!
Retard. Also writefags have been a thing for a long time. Discussion is also possible in this board, it's not only for imagedumps.
Really hope lewd fanart starts surging with the new cour.
Keep it up! this is great!
I've never watched this show but do the non-shotas get a lot of porn? I know there are at least two older guys in this series - is there anything with just them, or are they always topping this blonde kid? >>2142729
It exists but there's not really a lot of it. He's not a shota either way, he's around 16/17.
That would be fun, you'd feel like you're floating above Earth while fucking.
I'd imagine it be the closest thing to properly fucking Earth. I'd give it a go.
Because that book was literally sketched after episode 3, and there wasn't too many ther chatacters with that vibe about Slaine/ no other people possibly fucking Slaine at the time and the artist probably thought "eh, why not"
I got sick, sorry I’m late. Here’s part four of five (there’s an Inaho/Slaine epilogue yet to come. I hope to have it done before the new cour). It got weird toward the end. Everything I write gets weird toward the end. At least no one gets shot in the head this time.
So glad you didn't just give up on it. feel better Anon!
God damn it, I can't believe I missed based writer anon's Christmas delivery.
I hope you're feeling better, anon. You're way too good and way too nice, thank you again for such an amazing delivery! It's really difficult to read other fics after reading your stuff, I got too used to the way you write the characters. I didn't know I wanted Inaho riding Cruhteo until now, thanks for making me intrigued about another weird pairing in addition to spiking my curiosity for Saazbaum/Inaho and Saazbaum/Cruhteo even further. Not to mention
>fucking Inaho playful and rough in the privacy of Tharsis’s cockpit
This is going to fuel my imagination for months.
So there's a whole anthology for MobxSlaine planned for spark city... I know that Mob Slaine never gets old, visually, but how many ways can you write the same scenario..? I'm half tempted to get the anthology just to find out...
I stand corrected, there's gonna be MobxInaho and MobxSlaine concurrenty published anthologies...
Bless this fandom.
Twitters for announcements:
In honor of canon robot eye.
I used to laugh at the robo eye fanart but I can't believe it's fucking real now. His new outfit is pretty sexy too.
HOLY SHIT YOU'RE BACK I FUCKING LOVE YOU
BLESS THE HEAVENS
I was also suprised they actually went with it... And on the fanart-dominant eye..
But we're going to get some epic scenes when they collide again and I can't wait for porn. Too bad these two male Aldboah carriers cant have kids
I like the notion that Slaine has to do whatever Saazbaum asks or Asseylum's life can end.
What the fuck
Scanfag back, sorry about the lateness of this deliver by I finally got around to scanning 3 of my other A/Z books. A shitton just got published at the recent A/Z only event, but I dont think I'll get much of that stuff until late spring. For now though, InaSure stuff.
not much in way of story here, but it does involve a pussy. hey why not.
skipping a few, full is at http://exhentai.org/g/778680/2e2ba31c31/
3 stories: cruhteoxslaine mind break/mirror sex
part 2 is proper mobxslaine scene
part 3 is cruhteoxslaine spanking scene
while the thread's still living, http://s000.tinyupload.com/index.php?file_id=82049754517722817624
CruhteoxSlaine and then crouton tosses him into some drug scene with random oyaji.
bonus, "that escalated quickly" manips
not mine, but I'm I think Japan is getting more into Inaho ero now.
W..we can get lewd Inaho now? Is it out there? just dicks and dicks on Inaho? I mean other than >>2146905
well there's at least ONE book from that A/Z event that looks worth it, and it's up on webstore again
it sounds like the best porn plot ever, too
more Marito/Inaho book
This artist draws good lewd Inaho(more stuff on their twitter/tumblr)
Are you really? I'm doing the same, I'm hitting up HaruComi and Anime Japan, but only HaruComi will have dojin I think-- i don't know how frequent that artist reprints so I grabbed it online. If you're thinking of buying at resale shops? it may not be since such a new fandom, but seller may be at HaruComi with new/old stuff. I'm watching out for info.
You think he'd be able to tell them apart and distinguish them by some miniscule detail or observation? That'd be hot. Maybe he'd stealth record the whole session so he can fap to it privately whenever he wants.
Need Japan to ramp up on that HarklightxSlaine train
That's unfortunate, it's the best looking one. Thanks anyway, anon.
I would if I could import it or if it had a digital release.
Myself personally just that one. I have others I'll probably scan though.
Japanese reading anons might want to take a look at this short but good fic (pic related). Thanks to /a/ for bringing it up, I would have missed it otherwise.
Summary: Inaho is a demon going around corrupting devoted priests like Slaine.
I don't think there's more of it, it looks like a lone page the artist did for fun.
I don't know if this is the correct place to ask, but are there any R18 fics out there that are any good? Except the one of writer anon ofcourse.
there are 2-3 good writers on Ao3 for explicit, there were 2 here on /y/ anyway. more would be appreciated though.
>>2150524 anon here, he's finished translating the first half of the first page, do you guys just want the straight translation or if you want I can "embellish" it a bit to make it a more like an English fanfic
Straight translation-- but both if you want to be a Hero, I suppose
This is just the straight translation, I can probs post up a more embellished one in a few hours
In a certain village’s church, there was a single young priest. Although the priest was an extremely sincere and honest man, unfortunately this village was mostly filled with people who follow an indigenous cult, thus not a single person came to pray to the God whom the priest serves.
One particular year, an epidemic spread through village. People who came from elsewhere knew the disease is a common one. However in an isolated community such as the village, such knowledge is absent. Whether praying to the God they believe in everyday or asking a shaman for exorcism, the disease showed no sign of dying down. The villagers grew desperate and sought knowledge from the priest whom they had never talked to. Knowing how much shame the villagers must have felt in bowing their heads to a stranger, the young man who appeared from the church and willingly told the villagers a solution to their problems. The priest informed them of a specific medicine, and gave them the root of the plant needed for the medicine which was grown in the church. To those who have yet to contract the disease, the priest even gave prophylactic medicine along with the bulb of the flower from the flower bed needed for said medicine. The villagers were extremely grateful and took the ingredients back to the village. They believed that by giving all the villagers the medicine, they would be saved.
And so in one week, the village was free from the disease and none were infected. At the same time, not one person was left alive.
The fact that the cause of death for all the villagers was the poisonous plants they consumed was no longer known to anyone but the priest.
Let us talk about the priest.
The name of the priest in question was Slaine Troyard. His age is 20. He was a devout follower who didn’t even know of women. At that age, he was left to minister a church and with high spirits he moved to the remote village beyond the mountains.
However as previously mentioned, that village was filled with a community who did not follow the church’s teachings. Forget being welcomed, the priest was treated as a burden and he was even rejected entry into the village itself. Even so, the priest did not give up. He believed the day will come when everyone will worship the same God, and so he continued his simple lifestyle of praying to God every day. One day, a young man paid a visit to the church. The young man who called himself Inaho always stood in front of the gate for some reason, never trying to enter the church grounds. Thinking he was restraining himself, Slaine took the young man’s hand and invited him into the church.
[Welcome, traveler. There’s not much, but please make yourself at home]
However, the moment his foot entered the church’s grounds, the young man’s expression was completely changed. He quickly and strongly pulled in the arm held by Slaine, and threw a fist into Slaine’s stomach.
Slaine, who took a blow to the defenseless stomach, slumped into the ground on his knees. A pink liquid resulting from the mixture of blood and gastric juices (wut) spread on the lawn. [Thank you for letting me in, stupid Priest-san].
While listening to the playful sounding whisper, Slaine quickly lost his conscience, without being able to even offer a prayer to the God he respected and loved.
The next time Slaine opened his eyes, the young man by the name of Inaho was standing in front of him clad in a soutane.
Looking at the surroundings, they were inside a room in the church’s basement. Usually used as a storeroom, the dark room made from stone had a small ventilated window.
[I’m borrowing these, it’s a little big for me I suppose]
Seeing the bitter smile on Inaho’s face as he pulled on the collar, Slaine realized he was stripped off his own Soutane. In addition he also noticed he was being chained. One of the chains tying down his wrists was longer and tied to the lattice of the window in order to restrict his movement. Although the chains were quite long, they were adjusted such that Slaine could barely reach the door. Slaine was lost as to why he was being held in this place. If he was a robber, escaping would be the logical thing to do, there was no need to strip Slaine off of his robe. Consequently, when Slaine asked [why], Inaho gave his shoulders a shrug for an answer.
[Right after you were tied down, a person from the nearby village came and asked for help to rid of the disease plaguing the village. So I posed as a priest, and gave them wolf’s bane and red spider lilies. With those, I’m sure that person along with all the villagers will live happily along with the God you worship.]
Wolf’s bane and Red spider lilies. Both plants were grown in this church. Although Wolf’s bane was native, red spider lilies were brought by Slaine. Although both had beautiful flowers, they were also well known for their poisonous properties. Consuming them accidentally would lead to death’s door. Inaho clearly knew and gave them with the purpose of killing them all.
[What have you done….you’re not sane, you are being possessed by a demon!]
Slaine yelled, sprung up from the bed, and tried to get close to Inaho. But Inaho easily dodged Slaine’s advance, and Slaine could only struggle with the chains holding him down. I have to hurry and tell the villagers. Even with that thought in mind, Inaho would not allow it. He pinned down the chains holding Slaine down and grabbed his neck, he sneered while pulling Slaine down and rode him.
[Too bad. I am the devil himself, Slaine Troyard]
Slaine was at a loss for words at the black wings growing out from Inaho’s back. The fact that a demon was able to enter a holy place like the church was a situation that should never have happened.
[What a nice face. Is this your first time looking at a real demon?]
[My name, how did you….?]
[I heard it from the neighboring village’s church. The priest there was weak and no good. He wasn’t even worth corrupting. That’s why I have high hopes for you, be sure to amuse me.]
The demon licked Slaine’s lips and gradually started to strangle Slaine’s neck; blocking the air duct and putting on pressure in Slaine’s chest. Before long, Slaine’s face turned red, and he started to struggle, desperate for air. With chained hands, he desperately scratched at Inaho’s hands which showed no signs of budging.
[If you don’t resist better, you’re gonna die]
Unable to muster up the strength to swallow, saliva overflowed down from Slaine’s mouth to his cheeks and on to his hair. No longer seeing the purpose of resisting, Slaine’s consciousness gradually starts to drift away.
It’s no use, I’m going to die. When Slaine was about to give up on his own life, the demon suddenly released his hands from Slaine’s neck. Just like that, the demon looked down on Slaine who was finally able to inhale air while coughing violently and said [Don’t give up so soon, I can’t play with you if you do]
An icy cold and unimpressed gaze. Slaine who was projected from the depth of the demon’s eyes was overcome by fear; his mouth stiffened and he grasped the pendant on his chest tightly.
[What is…your goal…..?]
He has never confronted a real demon before. No experience at exorcising a demon. At the young priest who stood firm while being scared at the strange enemy, the demon indifferently replied.
[Corrupting you clergymen. That is a demon’s raison d’etre]
[I will…..never disobey the teachings of God]
[Every clergyman who ever said that threw away their faith while crying in the end. As long as you are human, there is no such thing as unconditional *loyalty*]
Not just one person or two, this demon has led many churchmen to their fall. Judging by his confidence, it seems no one was able to persevere. [Let’s start with pain. I wonder how long you can endure it].
While pinning down Slaine to the bed, Inaho absentmindedly gazed at his fingertips. Out of nowhere, Inaho’s hand held a stake from a fragrant wood. This is also a strange technique? Slaine gulped as he stiffened his body.
[This is a stake the second priest tried to stab me with. Even though I’m not a vampire and it has no effect on me at all, it must hurt for a human]
Laughed the demon with black wings as he licked the tip of the stake with his red tongue. He took the stake in one hand and held it up while the empty right hand held Slaine’s left wrist on the bed.
[Give me a good cry, human]
Then without hesitation, Inaho swung the stake at Slaine’s left palm.
(this is the last bit for now, bro decided to have a break. Like I said, let me know if you want an embellished version and I'll get back to you(
[U-UAAAAA] the scream filled the air and the inner walls of the stone room reverberated. Fresh blood overflowed from Slaine’s pierced left hand while the chains clattered violently.
[Hey, don’t cry. It’s the same wound as the God you love]
Inaho let out a bitter smile and wiped Slaine’s tears with his fingertips. The long fingernail cut Slaine’s skin, leaving a straight red line.
Then Inaho took Slaine’s hands and traced the open wound with his tongue.
Slaine pulled his arm due to the pain, but was no match for the demon’s grip. A second time, third, the demon gouged Slaine’s open wound as he continued to shamelessly moan.
[Hummm, what lovely blood. Only a slim trace of greed in it. Above all, this is--]
The demon put his finger inside the open wound, tore off the meat to widen the hole, exposed the bone and ate it. The fresh blood trailing from his mouth was as savage-lookingas a carnivorous animal, but still beautiful. [A flavor that gives chills. Just like a saint’s]
Translator anon here, bro had to take a break because of a project or smth he's doing. My moonrune skills aren't as great as his, but if you're cool with it, I can try translating the rest of it
S-sorry for the delay anons, first time translating and I've fallen into the old habit of embellishing as I go ._. I've tried my best, hopefully I haven't fucked up the translations too much (I also think I might change onomatopoeic sounds to brief descriptions as in the last sentence, if that bothers you, sorry friend)
Even though he spat out and criticised(?) Slaine’s blood immediately afterward, he didn’t do so because it tasted bad. To the demon, the blood was too pure(honest), still, like a wild animal he lapped up the blood all over him.
“What a strange talent. I don’t even know a woman that’s anything like you. Not even a brat that has only just begun to grow hair has such a complete lack of desire compared to you.”
“I’ll just stay silent, again, (ah)”
“But that’s convenient. That way, it’s more interesting.”
The next bite tore at the exposed nerves and Slaine seized up as the sharp pain penetrated deep into his skull. Even he could not help but scream out in pain, his face wet and streaming with tears, saliva and mucus. If it were to escape from this kind of pain, it would certainly make someone want to abandon their beliefs too. However, even though Slaine cries, he still had no intentions of giving in to the pain yet. Inaho also gave no signs of giving up just yet either. “You’ve passed for the time being. As a reward, I’ll remove this wound. It seems like you’re going to be rather entertaining.”
Slaine could only pant heavily in response.
To end the pain quickly, Inaho simply licked Slaine’s wound. As soon as he did, surprisingly, the wound disappeared without a trace instantly. There was a dull throb of pain left in his palm, but otherwise the hole in Slaine’s hand had all but disappeared. Slaine even tried opening and closing his hand two or three times experimentally, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. This was the devil’s handiwork. To a person who knew nothing, this could also be seen as a miracle, nothing short of the work of God. Having attended to Slaine, Inaho quickly stepped back from him.
“Now, what should I try next?”
The demon looked down as Slaine breathed feebly, sharpening his nails with an amused expression. At the thought of the pain that might follow after what he had just experienced, Slaine could not help but tremble, his teeth chattering in fear. A pain so unbearable, he would have no choice but to give up his faith. Hunger and thirst; the cold and the heat, right now, it was not hard to imagine that this was similar to hell. If this were the case, given the opportunity, Slaine would have liked to run away as soon as possible. But, when one’s faith in the Lord was cast aside, there would be no hope for oneself after death.
It seemed like no matter what Slaine chose to do, hell was waiting either way. That being the case, even whilst being tortured to death, he would have liked to be a righteous believer in God right up until my final moments. And so, Slaine steeled his resolve. However, a demon is more in tune to the inner workings of the human heart far more than any god. Inaho could easily see through Slaine’s resolution and he smirked.
“Did you know, Human. There’s nothing more effective than pain and fear to make someone obey you. The sins that men succumb to the quickest are laziness and lust.”
People enjoy being lazy. They also like to feel good. At first glance, it is much easier to endure than pain, however when it’s being carried out, this is what causes man to fall into depravity the most.
“There is nothing that man is able to remove through abstinence.” Inaho murmured, grasping at Slaine’s shirt and tearing at it with full force as Slaine yelped.
The buttons snapped off and flew off to the side whilst the tatters of Slaine’s shirt fluttered to the ground. Slaine’s abdomen was exposed, revealing the purpling bruise that was starting to form from where he had been hit before. As he was tracing the colour, Inaho pressed his lips to Slaine’s chest.
“I wonder how far your honesty goes.”
Inaho trailed a deep red tongue over his chest, curling around Slaine’s pretty pink nipple. Inaho traced his areola with the tip of his tongue before sucking at it gently. Although it tickled and was embarrassing, [Slaine] refused to let any sounds out. So far, this was nothing compared to the pain he had felt before. Just what the hell was this demon doing?! Even though Slaine didn’t understand, he laid down. He had decided that it was impossible for him to become corrupted with just this, the demon would surely fail. The fact that he couldn’t imagine the demon’s thought processes meant that they could only be truly dreadful.
“What are you planning to do?”
Slaine finally asked between shallow breaths as he looked down at him; Inaho pulled his tongue away and laughed with a grin.
“If you really want to know, I’ll show you. By using your body.”
And just like that, in the next moment, Inaho scraped his fang over Slaine’s nipple and bit down on it.
People might be afraid of getting attached to counts now.
Anybody want to translate this mini-doujin? Art that tries to resemble the original work is almost a fetish of my own, holy shit.
Thanks anon, good hunting. That artist's style is pretty hot. There's also this one if you want more bottom Inaho.
Indeed. He's just perfect for mobs.
FIRST OF ALL, LET ME APOLOGISE FOR BEING A HUGE FAGGOT AND LEAVING THIS FOR LIKE TWO WEEKS,
SECOND, HAVE SOME MORE UPDATES
gonna try and get to at least half way through the second page, thanks for be being so patient anons
Slaine let out a sharp wail at the instant pain. It was only a small, prickling sensation he could feel. He could at least tell that this would impossible for just the fang to do by itself.
From the point of Inaho’s fang, an angry heat flared up through Slaine’s entire body. At the same time, he trembled as an exquisite shiver stimulated a sweet numbness within him. Slaine had tasted this sensation for the first time in his life, and he rubbed his knees together to try and calm himself down, his fingertips scratching gently at the floorboards. “What….what did you do to my body…?”
It wasn’t painful. It wasn’t hot. However, the pleasure that rippled in waves from inside his body would not stop. Inaho only sneered at seeing Slaine in such a state and leaned forward to trail his tongue over his chest again.
The place where Inaho’s tongue touched his skin had never been touched before in such a manner, and it sent a tremor throughout his lower regions. Slaine jerked his knee on reflex. He felt embarrassed that his body responded in such a way.
“Ha, ha, now…”
Such a sensation felt foreign to Slaine. He couldn’t stop himself from trembling. However, Inaho did not stop, his tongue once again tickling Slaine’s nipple.
Each time Slaine felt Inaho’s tongue glide across his skin, he felt a numbing shudder ripple out and spread over his legs.
Welcome back!! Please, keep up the good work.
Although Slaine was confused, he unconsciously pushed his chest out towards Inaho to feel his tongue pressed against his nipple more. “Fuu, nn…ha, aah…”
His breathing became more uneven, coming out in ragged pants as he found it more difficult to keep the sounds from spilling out. Inaho began to knead his nipple between his lips, causing Slaine’s lower back to tremble nervously.
“I don’t like this, ah, something, something’s coming!”
A low heat began to gather in his groin, a feeling not unlike wanting to urinate.
“It’s no good, it’s coming, ah, aaah, it’s going to come out!”
He jerked his hips forward, his toes curling, his nails scratching against the floor, as Slaine felt something hot erupt from his cock against his underwear.
At the feeling of something wet between his legs, Slaine could not help but be overcome with shame. To be at this age and making such a mistake, the embarrassment was unbearable.
“Coming from your nipples for the first time, how does it feel?”
Slaine’s face flushed, feeling a little suspicious at the term he had never heard of before now. Inaho grabbed at Slaine’s cock through his slacks, flashing a devious smile, he whispered
“This is where your semen comes out. Although I must say, you’d know that by now, wouldn’t you?”
Unsurprisingly, to reveal what ejaculation was and trying to explain such a vulgar term proved to be an impossible task. Though he was amazed, Inaho smiled wryly as he slipped his hand into Slaine’s slacks.
“Wha—where do you think you’re touching?!”
“Now now, I’m only going to make you feel good.”
“Don’t make fun of me! That sort of place is—is dirty isn’t it?!”
“Mm, I wonder about that.”
He rebuked Slaine’s resentment by pushing his hand past the damp fabric of his underwear. Things such as being dirty and the like wouldn’t faze a demon. Instead, whilst feeling rather pleasant, Inaho traced the base of Slaine’s cock with his fingertip. “Nn…fuu…”
Using his index and middle finger, Inaho rubbed along the root as if to imitate a massage. Slaine had no idea what Inaho was planning to do, but he was certainly starting to feel his fall into depravity. And then he felt a hot ache start to gather in his groin.
“What a slutty face. So Mr Virtuous saint doesn’t even know about masturbation either, you might as well be a child, huh? It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“T-there’s no way this kind of thing could feel good!”
Slaine yelled defiantly, but make no mistake, he was certainly feeling pleasure. On the contrary, he had even started to think about wanting to touch the demon Inaho’s lower regions too.
“Hmm, what a splendid stubbornness.”
“This kind of response is natural! I’m not going to yield to demons and the like!”
“Well, you do have an erection.”
“Erection….? Please don’t just mention things I don’t know about!” Having lived a life ignorant of things like sex, it wasn’t surprising Slaine had no concept of what an erection was. Even though he had such clear evidence in front of him from remembering the pleasant sensations, he was convinced that these feelings were products of the demon. With such an abnormal purity, it was almost funny. With sufficient skill, Inaho finally extended his fingertip to Slaine’s cock.
“Well then, I’ll try and make this easy to understand. From now on, I’m going to touch your impure parts. Although, if you can touch a devil and make it feel good too, it’s said that you won’t become corrupted by me.”
“I’m not going to become corrupted!”
“Then prove it with your body. If you can even do it.”
Provoking and sneering at him, the demon pressed his finger against Slaine’s erection. “Uh…fuaah…”
At barely the slightest touch, a pleasant feeling ran through Slaine’s body like an electric shock from the point he had made contact. Slaine sat up on his knees slightly to try and endure it, pulling his waist away to try and escape from the sensation.
“You feel good, don’t you?”
“Is that so? Then, don’t run away this time --!”
Inaho then tugged Slaine’s slacks down with his hand, exposing his cock to the cool air. Having been exposed, it shook and swayed obscenely, already slick with a lewd wetness.
“Hn? I don’t have any reason to stop.”
Smirking at him, Inaho swiftly wrapped both of his hands around the shaft. Already leaking precome from the tip, Inaho gently peeled his foreskin back.
“Hyaa, ah…unbelievable…such a thing is, haa, it’s no good, aah” Slaine immediately tried shutting his legs to no avail as Inaho pressed his elbows between his thighs and forced them open again. With his body locked into place, Slaine could do nothing but exhale sharply.
“Nn…ah, aah t-there’s no way…this doesn’t feel good at all…hii, aaah~”
part 19/? HOLY FUCK PAGE 1 IS DONE (I just noticed some translation errors but it doesn't deviate from the main story too much so if that's cool with you, I'll sort them out later)
Inaho smoothed his thumb over the tip, spreading the glossy precome over the glans causing Slaine to yelp and kick against the floor. Inaho lapped up the droplets that rolled down the underside of his cock and Slaine’s hips shook obscenely.
“Nn, nn~aah, fuu…ha…aaah~”
“Admit it. You feel good, don’t you?”
“You’re wrong! Y-you’re wrong, this feels disgusting, this feeling is…haa, doesn’t feel good at…all, nn…”
“If you really are this pure, I suppose I’ll have to use my own body fluids to corrupt you. Whilst you struggle, you’re going to be attacked by pleasure relentlessly. I’ll make you admit it feels good. And when you do, you’ll become easy.”
“There’s no way in hell! D- nn haa~ d-don’t touch me! Don’t touch me—aah!” Inaho expertly took the priest’s resistant cock into his hand to stroke it playfully. He let his saliva act like an aphrodisiac and dripped it over his entire length.
“Fuuaah! Aahn~ ah s-something’s coming, nn, aah~ aah, aaaah~!”
Slaine jerked his hips up as he reached his climax and came for the second time. His seed spattered hot over his chest and his skin was tinged with a slight red flush.
“Does it still feel bad, hn?”
“Y…yes…this feeling is…disgusting”
A sweet wariness bathed over Slaine’s body, the pleasure momentarily dull the thoughts in his brain. Even though Slaine had yet to give in, Inaho could easily see the enjoyment on his face.
“Well. This is good too.”
He said with a joyful expression as he flicked a deep red tongue over his lips. “The fun has yet to begin.”
The rape was only just beginning.
I know A/Z gets called fujoshit, but it's made the worst damn decisions re: fujoshit. The cute MCs have only met each other once, wrecking the rival (or rivals-who-start-working-together) ship. Cruhteo died, wrecking the abusive ship. Marito is shit, so there's no viable mentor ship.
In terms of fujo pandering, Harklight is the only smart decision A/Z has made.
Inaho constantly thinking about Slaine is a bit smart too.
The Cruhteo dying didnt wreck anything, his change of heart before his death opened that wierd Papateo angle in addition to the outright abusive ship, and he still gets books and art and there were backstory appearances that also fueled fujos. SaazxSlaine was also introduced and personally that was an improvement.
The Rivals ship is still strong, at least from Inaho's point of view, but I'll agree with you on Marito not being a mentor ship when he really could have been, and Harklight being the stronger, successful bait.
It's better than nothing, but it's no Athrun/Kira or Lelouch/Suzaku or later Char/Amuro or Asem/Zeheart (I can't believe I'm comparing Age favorably to anything) where there's a pre-existing relationship giving a personal flavor to their rivalry, or a Haruto/L-Elf where they start out as strangers/rivals but then work together and develop a personal relationship. I'm amazed that Inaho/Slaine gets as much art as it does, considering how little they've actually interacted. There would probably be even more if they interacted face to face more though.
Saaz/Slaine never caught on, though -- the fanart output is tiny compared to Cruhteo/Slaine. I just feel like if Cruhteo were alive, there would be more porn. I know "more porn" is not a metric of a show's success, but it is important to me, because I am on /y/.
Non-abusive Cruhteo/Slaine is boring as shit btw.
That it does.
one of the scanfags here, got 2 InahoxSlaine books.
just check sad panda for this one, super short. I'm not 100% sure but I think it's Inaho wanking to alternate ending scenario
also this book is on sad panda. Slaine and Inaho are kinda of in established relationship and Inaho gets sick.. Slaine takes care of him, boners and stuff to do with boners. It's hot because Inaho's inner narrative though.
A few others were scanned and on there, but not by me. There is one that is a gallery collection and is missing pages (Since they're just doujin previews, not entire books) so yeah that one is weird.
Translator anon here, just slowly working my way through the second half of that fanfic. Out of curiosity, are kink memes and fanfics just not a thing anymore? Or is A/Z just really not well known outside of Japan? It's a weird thing I've noticed over the last year or two, but kink memes and the like don't really seem to actively exist outside of ones that were already created years ago or the individual fanfics from AO3. Has anyone else noticed this or is it just me?
Magi and KLK don't have active kink memes I'm pretty sure. Tokyo Ghoul does, but that's barely got two pages which is a surprise considering its popularity. Just seems a bit weird and sad that kink memes and the like seem to be slowly fading away.
No, you're right. I think part of it is that the portion of fandom that used to be centralized on LiveJournal (and making kinkmemes) fractured after LJ stopped being popular, and is now spread across AO3, Dreamwidth, Tumblr, Facebook, and Twitter. You can post a kinkmeme on Dreamwidth, but not as many people will see it as in the days when such a big chunk of fandom was on LiveJournal. It's a shame, because a lot of the best stuff that I've read or written has come from kinkmemes. I used to run one large and one medium kinkmeme, and the medium one still occasionally gets comments that will never be filled, prayers that will never be answered, alone in the Russian spam graveyard that is LiveJournal...
Fandom size is probably part of it too, though. Maybe also fandom composition -- even if A/Z had a huge Western fanbase, but that huge fanbase was all dudebros instead of, well, us, you still wouldn't get much fanfiction. I also think Tumblr has turned people into passive shits who sit and reblog everything rather than generating new content or engaging in conversation, but that's just me.
I wish we had kinkmemes because I really want
>modern day AU where Slaine's dad goes to work for Verscorp but then dies and Slaine winds up whoring himself out to Cruhteo so he can afford to stay in the city and attend school with the chairman's daughter, Asseylum, but then Asseylum gets kidnapped or something, who the fuck cares, I really just want Cruhteo in a well-tailored suit as Slaine's abusive sugar daddy
and I'm too lazy to write it myself.
Ah, man that's depressing to think about. What a shame, kink memes are such excellent tools to practice writing too.
Also, brilliant prompt anon, 10/10 would read (and maybe write but I'm shit scared of butchering the characters). I know my friend is writing a fanfic about modern!AU SlaineCruhteo where tailored suit Cruhteo bangs him over a desk. If she ever finishes it, I'll let you know, but hell I'd be up for a writing collaboration if other anons were too. Would be nice to bring back the kink meme too, but dreams will be dreams
>both corporations make money with computers/technology
>Verscorp CEO tries to incorporate tech from UFE
>the current CEO of Verscorp stumbled across a new programming language, ALDNOAH and some never before used schematics in the current building about 15 years ago
>Building was on land that was going to become another office for UFE
>CEO of Verscorp uses new programming language and unused schematics to produce fancy new gadgets, apps and computers that the population love
>Breaks away from UFE to establish own company, Verscorp
>UFE is a trusted, long running computer company
>whilst the new ALDNOAH programming language allows programs to be written much more efficiently and with a more friendly user-interface compared to UFE's products, it's actual capabilities and the problems within it aren't understood that well
>causes things like the programs to have relatively short lifespans before they stop working or bugging out or smth idk
>ends up in a huge legal battle (Heaven's Fall lol--)
>the time and money both organisations pour into legal battle end up leaving both sides in poor financial conditions, no agreement has yet to be made because both sides are stubborn as fuck
>Slaine's father joins Verscorp, bringing Slaine along with him
>Inaho is a hacker that likes to poke holes in Verscorp brand products for shits and gigs, later hired by UFE for his hacking and programming skills, is in a private school with a fully-funded scholarship
>Asshime decides to attend Inaho’s private school for high school, much to the behest of her father because that's where UFE picks up most of its apprentices and w/e
>Slaine was initially at the same private school as hime, only had a place because of Daddy's connections
>Worried about Hime, he also applies to the same high school and gets on a partial scholarship, but otherwise has no money to fund the rest of it
>Asks sugar daddy!Cruhteo to fund his tuition for the same private school Hime goes to
>he ends up entering later in the year because sugar daddy!Cruhteo is a dick and made him earn his place after many sessions
>Shenanigans ensue as Asshime, Slaine, Inaho and friends interact whilst the overarching companies have both indirect and direct influences on their lives
help me anons if I get enough motivation and ideas to include in this I'd be happy to give it a shot. I like to think Slaine's had to wear female underwear under his uniform as one of his conditions and the thought of Inaho walking in on him when he's getting changed is hilarious to me
I would read all of these. Especially in the latter one if Slaine tries faking a normal life in front of his school friends and struggles to get schoolwork done while basically always being on call.
>ye olde hentai plot of being sent off with a vibrator up his ass and having to keep a straight face in class
>saaz internal corporate shenanigans
>asseylum oblivious to everything
Dom!Slaine is a miracle of the universe
There's some here http://archiveofourown.org/tags/Aldnoah*d*Zero%20%28Anime%29/works but not a whole lot of stuff in the kink variety. That one anon's fic with Saazbaum, Cruhteo, and Slaine from here is on there.
Inaho is caught between wanting to exploit Slaine's situation for his own dick, or help him get out from under heel. Classic.
Someone just start shit, we can Round Robin different scenes, it's been done with and without Kinkmemes.
Don't worry anon, I'm sure we will love it!!