The View

by waifu5ever

Summary:

Ash goes to deliver a commission to The Protector of Sandrock on a particularly hot day, stumbling upon quite the ‘View’.

 

( Now a series of spicy shenanigans between the builder and Pen… and also anyone unfortunate enough to be at the right place but wrong time )

Notes:

Another Shameless Pen Smut from yours truly! Thank you all my lovely peeps that helped me edit and not make a fool of myself!

Also for any of my future Pen content I will be referring to the Builder as Ash. My Builder.

Chapter 1

Ash made her way up the stairway leading towards the church, a large satchel thrown across her back. She groaned as she took another step, sweat beading across her forehead. The unforgiving Sandrock sun beat down upon her. “He would commission heavy shields in the middle of a heatwave.” She said out loud to herself.

Normally she wouldn’t have taken on any extra jobs during weather like this but after the most recent expansion to her workshop, she was in desperate need of whatever extra gols she could scrounge up. So Ash had gone looking to see if anyone had put in any express commissions. Eyes landing on the board, they honed in on the only one worth taking. Pen’s.

So here she was finally at the top. As she rounded the corner leading to the front of the church, she was stopped in her tracks by the sight that befell her. There standing in all his ridiculous glory was…Pen. Shirtless Pen.

She let out a small squeak in surprise, ducking behind the yakmel station before she could be spotted. Why was he shirtless? And why was that one of the most attractive things she’d ever seen? Her hand came up to clutch the fabric of her shirt, heart thumping loudly in her chest.

Taking a deep breath Ash turned to look back from where she was hiding, her gaze focusing on the man. Pen held a bronze sword in one hand, while his other hand was tucked behind his back. He swung the weapon in well-practiced motions, his gaze trained on the view in front of him.

Ash let her eyes wander over his broad, sun-kissed shoulders, their glistening expanse a testament to his inhuman training regimen. He stepped forward, swinging the sword smoothly downward, then bringing it back up towards him, his muscles flexing in a manner that Ash found most tantalizing.

She bit her bottom lip, slipping back behind the station. Ash had been in denial for some time now over her possible attraction to the ridiculous man. A pompous egomaniac of a creature. Yet in this moment she couldn’t deny the throbbing need between her legs. She shook her head slightly, and tried to calm herself down. Taking a deep breath, she stood from her hiding spot and made her way over towards him, legs slightly shaking.

Pen caught sight of her, turning in her direction as she trotted towards him. “There she is! I’ve been waiting for you all morning, Skinny!” He gave her an enthusiastic grin, setting the sword in his hands down against the nearby wall of the church. “I expected to see you hours ago. Is the heat too much for our overworked builder?”

“Hmm…so you acknowledge that, one, it’s ridiculously hot and crazy to request this nonsense! Two, I am very much overworked so you’re lucky I decided to even humor it. And three…” Ash averted her eyes for a moment and cleared her throat softly. “Pen… Why are you out here shirtless? Especially in front of the church of all places.”

Before she could look back towards him, a shadow suddenly blocked out the overbearing sun, giving her a cool reprieve from the heat. Though it was only temporary as she now was mere inches from the chest she had just been shamelessly ogling. Without thinking, she took a deep breath, the entirety of her senses being overwhelmed with his scent.

A rich spice mixed with his natural enchanting musk. A fresh wave of arousal sending fire through her body. She was positive her cheeks were flushing once more, hopefully the man thought it was from the unforgiving sun. “Can the Protector of Sandrock not bask in the sun? It would be a shame not to show off all my effortless glory.” She had to strain her neck upwards to meet his cocky gaze.

Her tongue slipped out to wet her bottom lip lightly. “Careful big guy… You’re making it seem like you were trying to show off for me, waiting out here for light knows how long.” She noticed his eyes lingering on her lips as she spoke. The wanton look not going unnoticed.

“What if that was my intention, Skinny? I’ve seen the way you lecherously stare when you believe I’m not paying attention. During our sparring matches, workouts, and when I’m striding away from you.” Ash felt her back collide with the wall of the church, during his little speech he had somehow managed to walk her backwards. Pen placed his sculpted arm against the wall above her head, trapping her there. “I’m just giving you the very thing you’ve been desiring to indulge in.”

“Indulge? Is this your way of propositioning me? You can’t deny you’ve been guilty of the same shameless stares.” She had a feeling that this was not only an attempt at seduction but a challenge. He wanted to see how she'd approach the given opportunity. Ash didn’t plan to disappoint, her hands found themselves lightly tracing over his abdomen, feeling the warmth of his skin.

She couldn’t help but take pride in the small sound that escaped his throat at the touch. Pen leaned down, bringing their faces closer together. “You’ve got me there… I can’t help but venerate such a sight. Everything about you spurs me on. Particularly the way you’re always finding ways to combat me, in both combat and wit.”

She hated how he always seemed to know just what to say, especially when he was attempting to rile her up. Her hands snaked their way up his chest, moving to wrap around his neck. Ash’s seafoam green eyes connected with his deep blue once more before closing the distance between them. His firm lips meeting with hers. She groaned into the kiss, relishing in his taste. He was far better than anything she could have imagined.

Pen’s large hands came to rest upon her hips, pulling her into him. Ash’s body molding perfectly against his, seemingly like two pieces of a puzzle. Her tongue swiping against his lips, his then parting to give her access. Their tongues dancing together sensually, occasional moans slipping from her.

One of Ash’s hands moved up, tangling her fingers in his dark locks, giving a firm tug. Using the motion to break the kiss, she gave him a playful bite along his chiseled jawline. She slowly made her way down his neck, nipping teasingly. Her hands followed down the same path, running over his robust and still glistening pecs. She couldn’t help but admire the way they flexed under her touch.

Pen chuckled breathlessly at her actions, enjoying the way her expressions showed her admiration for his lustrous form. Spurred on by his gaze she kissed her way to his well defined abdomen, her tongue seeming to have a mind of its own darting out to taste his salty skin. Her hands now at the waistband of his pants, working to undo the obstructing piece of clothing.

As she finally tugged the fly open Pen’s monstrous cock sprang free, smacking with a sinful sound against her chest. Ash was slightly taken aback by the sheer size of it, She knew he would surely be packing something to justify all his egotistical boasting but this was beyond expectation. “S-Shit.”

Pen’s hand came to the back of her head, slipping through her deep red strands, loosening the bun she typically sported free. Her hair now cascaded down her shoulders and upper back. “Impressed? I knew you would be.” She had no rebuttal to his smug remark. Instead she took his length in her hand, giving his girthy base a strong squeeze, sinking down onto her knees between his legs.

Ash could sense he was enjoying the sight before him, having felt an excited jolt go through the cock in her hand. She leaned forward dragging her tongue along the underside up to his swollen tip, giving it a small peck before parting her lips to take him in. As the head of his cock slid into her eagerly awaiting mouth, his fingers twisted firmly into the hair he had just set free, a groan escaping his mouth at the heat now enveloping him.

She flattened her tongue out and steadily took him further, Once he hit the back of her throat she held him there, allowing herself to adjust. She kept one hand wrapped around him and the other slid up to rest against his hip, helping to keep her steady. Slowly and tantalizingly, her head began to bob on his cock. The hand wrapped around him squeezing in time with her movements. Pen’s eyes never left hers, both gazes dark with lust and want. The lingering eye contact sends throbs of need through her cunt.

Unfortunately for the two, their desire and eagerness clouded the two’s senses, neither remembering they were out beside the church or noticing the approaching steps.

“Pen! Are you still out here? I was wonder-“ Burgess stepped around the corner stopping dead in his tracks, eyes wide in disgust and embarrassment. “O-Oh my P-Peach!!”

Ash jolted at the sudden appearance of the pudgy water boy, face flushing a bright red. She went to move away from Pen, completely horrified at the fact they’d just been caught by the other. Before she could however, she was held in place by her half nude companion whose expression showed he was displeased at being disturbed.

“Now Burgess… What have I told you before about interrupting me?” A hard grin spread across his face as he spoke, the look making the interloper swallow hard. Burgess’s already flushed complexion deepened as Pen began rocking his hips once again into the kneeling woman’s mouth.

Ash had no option but to go back to concentrating on the cock thrusting into her throat, her hand reaching up to feel his rippling abs once again. She would never admit it but the fact she was currently being watched as The Protector of Sandrock fucked her mouth silly, outside the church, of all places was incredibly arousing. She would worry about the aftermath at another time.

Pen’s grip on her hair tightened, as he sped up ever slightly, the obscene sounds being made echoing slightly. “Normally I wouldn’t mind an audience witnessing such a glorious and debaucherous display of my sexual prowess… But I’d rather enjoy my builder in peace.” He flicked a hand towards a random direction, indicating that Burgess was dismissed. “Run along water boy and… Keep that mouth shut otherwise we’ll be having a much needed conversation about privacy.”

Ash would have laughed at the statement if it wasn’t for her mouth already being occupied. It seemed ludicrous for Pen to be scolding the blonde church member about privacy as they were outside for the world to see. “I-I’m sorry!” Burgess squeaked and quickly turned on his heels, running off as fast as his legs could take him.

Pen let himself slip out of her with a wet pop as soon as the other was out of sight, a calloused thumb running over her swollen bottom lip. “Don’t worry Skinny, the boy knows better than to go against anything I say.” He pulled her back up onto her feet, his lips connecting with hers once again, a groan making its way into the kiss as he tasted himself. He began undoing the buttons of her blouse, exposing the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra or even an undershirt.

Pen’s large hand cupping one of her supple breasts, his thumb teasing her hardening nipple. She moaned wantonly against his lips, enjoying the sensations. His other hand went to the front of her pants, easily popping them open. He dipped his hand into her panties, gliding his fingers along her wet cunt. “It’s exhilarating knowing this is what I do to you.”

Ash gasped softly as he touched her, legs spreading slightly to give him more access. “Only you do this to me.” His eyes widened at the emission, pride and possession swelling in his chest, his cock also responding to her words. He pulled his hand from her wanton cunt, she let out a whine at the loss.

Pen spun her around, pressing her against the wall. He buried his face into the soft flesh of her neck, teeth grazing as he pulled her pants down over her full ass. He let the pieces of clothing fall down and pool around her ankles, pressing his throbbing desperation against the swell of her backside. “From this point on it will always be me… You belong to me Ash. No one else can touch you.”

At his declaration she ground her hips back against his cock, a silent but powerful agreement. He brought the head to her dripping entrance, letting it rub her teasingly. His hands gripped either side of her hips, pressing forward into her searing heat. He grunted against her neck at the enveloping tightness, stopping a few times to allow her to adjust to him. Soon his hips were flush against her, fully seated.

Ash laid her head against the wall, panting lightly at the delicious stretch.
Pen’s hand came up to her throat, squeezing ever so gently yet firm. He drew his hips back, almost fully slipping out before slamming his hips back into her. She cried out his name, her legs nearly gave out at the shear power behind the action. He set a steady yet unrelenting pace, the sounds of skin meeting bouncing off the walls.

“You feel like you were made for me… No… You were made for me!” Pen growled out the words possessively, his grip on her throat tightening. The hand that was holding her hip moved down the front of her, finding her clit, his fingers rubbing her in circular motions in time with his thrusts. Ash was a mess in his arms, cries of pleasure spilling incoherently from her still swollen lips. She could already feel her climax building quickly. “P-Pen I can’t!”

He sped up his hand’s ministrations, his mouth coming to press behind her ear. “Don’t hold it back.” Pen nuzzled his nose against her, the man pressed her closer to him. Ash couldn’t hold on any longer, her orgasam ripping through her. She had to bite down on her own hand to keep from screaming, still aware of the fact they were just outside the church.

He was not far behind her, the walls of her cunt tightening around his aching cock. “Where?” His calculated thrusts, still strong and certain, only began to falter the closer his own fruition built. “Inside please Pen… I-I need it! Light I need you!” Her words were all he needed, suddenly biting down into the crook of her shoulder, his hips snapping into her with a fervor she had never experienced. His seed released into her, filling her cunt to the brim.

Pen ground his hips sensually against hers, riding out his finish. He released the flesh held by his teeth, giving the claim light pecks to soothe the ache he knew it felt. He stayed seated inside her for a few more moments before he pulled himself out. He leaned back taking in the sight of her, leaning against the wall, her legs spread with his cum dripping down onto the ground below. He growled deep in his throat, his spent cock already stiffened by the visage.

He pulled her pants back up her legs, not being bothered to button them, for they’d soon enough be completely discarded. Before Ash could process his actions, she was being scooped up into his arms and pressed against his bare chest. “P-Pen? What are you doing?” She had taken note that his length was once again at attention and not tucked away.

“We are moving this Soirée somewhere more comfortable and with more surfaces on which I can ravish you upon.” He turned towards the church dorms, no time being wasted. She sputtered at his words, excitement in her voice. “A-Again?”

“More than again, Skinny. You shall not be leaving my company for quite some time.” He looked down to her shoulder where a deep outline of his teeth sat. “Besides you are a canvas with only one stroke of my brush! I need to make sure if anyone dares to gaze upon you they know it was me who marked you so thoroughly!”

Ash felt her cunt throb once again, Unable to hold herself back, she buried her face in the man’s still sweat-slicked neck. She found herself thinking she was actually in fact the lucky one.

Chapter 2: Miguel’s Desk

Summary:

Pen and Ash’s escapades lead them to a certain desk belonging to certain stern pastor.

Notes:

Here we are! Part two! Thank you so much to my lovely peeps who helped edit this chapter and again keep me from looking like a fool!

And also thank ya’ll for giving me wicked ideas for my two favorite horny idiots >;)

Pen kicked open the door that led into the church dorms, keeping his hold on the trembling builder. He let out a satisfied hum as he glanced back down at his flushed prize, her unbuttoned blouse giving the man a delicious view of her bare chest. The soft skin of her breasts tantalizingly pressed against his own firm torso, a fresh jolt of excitement coursing through him.

He made his way over to the stairs, bounding up two steps at a time, clearly eager to continue the pair's earlier events. Pen reached the stop of the stairs, but instead of heading into his room he moved past the door, heading towards- Miguel’s room. “Pen, where are you going?” Ash furrowed her eyebrows, looking up at him, now observing a terribly mischievous grin spread across his face. He didn’t respond to the question, instead he answered by opening up the pastor’s door, stepping into the unfamiliar space.

Ash reached up, tugging on his ear roughly. “I seriously hope you are not intending to use his bed? Last thing I want is to smell him while I get fucked into oblivion.” Pen laughed, not bothered by her tugging, turned his head towards her hand, biting one of her fingers playfully. “Don’t worry, babe! That’s not my intended destination for our sure to be enthralling escapades.” He stopped just in front of the large desk the stern pastor normally worked at when he wasn’t in the church, using the arm that had just been supporting her back to effortlessly swipe everything off the surface.

“He’s going to be absolutely livid with you.” Pen threw his head back and laughed at her statement. “Let him. That stiff of a man won’t have the backbone to say anything. He’ll just seethe at the fact that he'll never get to experience anything as astonishing as you.” Ash was placed on top once it was finally clear of any obstacles, the man wasted no time as he tugged off her clothing, throwing everything into a pile on the floor. She was almost tempted to feel embarrassed at the sudden nudeness but the heated look her astronomically built lover gave her sent a swell of pride through her.The expression was one she only ever seen when he’s appraising himself.

She laid herself back onto the hard wood, her red hair laid out under her like a halo of dark fire. Her eyes locked onto his, her hands slipped underneath the crook of her knees, helping her bring them up closer to her chest. She had to hold back a chuckle at how his eyes darkened at the sight, seemingly bewitched by the sinful display. “Pensky got your tongue? It’s not often you are suddenly at a loss for words.”

Ash’s remark snapped the gawking man out of his silence, with a deep huff his hands took over where hers held. His eager cock now being laid against her heated cunt, the woman once again in awe at the size of him. Her body shivered in anticipation, her now free hands laying over his. “Ash, you are the only one capable of leaving me in such a state… that’s a dangerous vice.”

He pulled his hips back enough for his cock’s head to align with her entrance, pushing into her deliciously slow, he watched her smaller body stretch around him. If she hadn’t already taken him before one might be worried, but she had and would again. Pen kept the slow pace, etching the view into his memory. “F-Fuck please Pen! I need you!” Her voices tone needy and impatient.

His hips finally met hers, pressed flush against her soft skin. “So greedy my girl is.” He rolled his hips in time with his words, a strained gasp coming from the lover beneath him. “Who am I to deny her? It’s an honor to be the one unraveling her so thoroughly.” He pulled back once more, slamming back into her with a devastating thrust. Ash threw her head back, a cry echoing in the room as he set an enthusiastic pace.

The desk creaked and groaned under the pressure of the two, the legs grinding against the floor. She brought her hand up to her mouth, trying to muffle the sounds, fearing her voice would draw in another unwanted spectator. Pen noticed her attempts of quieting herself, but he wouldn’t be denied her melodious cries of pleasure. He reached up to yank her hand away from her face, he then pulled one of her calves towards him, biting down on the toned flesh, hard enough to certainly leave a dark bruise.

The man intended to keep the promise he made, she would be a painting of his own making, her body etched with proof of his devotion and affections. Ash’s attempts turned feeble, the pain and pleasure mixed into an addicting concoction. She’d never again find anything this mindblowing- she’d be ruined for anyone else.

He pressed her legs forward further, pinning them both beside either side of her head, his own body molding over the curve of hers. His relentless thrusts now hitting her in just the right spot, his name echoing off the walls. Her body felt like a band ready to snap, her climax building quickly. Pen leaned down, biting and sucking the delicate skin of one of her breasts, leaving behind even more paint to the canvas he deemed his.

Ash couldn’t hold off any longer, her body clamped down around him, her finish tore through her like lightning. Her hand shot up to grab his hair as she yanked him up into a searing kiss, with a few more sputtering thrusts he followed her. His hips came to a stop, keeping them pressed against her as his seed filled her yet again.

They break the kiss after a few moments, they pressed their foreheads together as they bask in the afterglow. He pulls himself free from Ash’s embrace, slipping out from her and as he does his genetic concoction spills from her, landing on the desk’s surface. He briefly contemplates cleaning it up but forgoes it, he instead turned his attention back to Ash, the woman still laid across the desk, she panted softly and gazed up at him lazily. “We should get this cleaned up.” She sat up, taking a look around at the fruits of their debaucherous proclivities.

Pen leaned down collecting the discarded clothing scattered on the floor. “Miguel can clean up his own room, I’m not his maid.” As she went to respond to him her eyes were drawn to between her legs, where the genetics now seeped into the wood, clearly leaving a dark stain in its wake. She smacked a hand to her face and groaned in annoyance. “Fuck. He’s really not going to be happy about that.”

Suddenly she was lifted off the desk, Pen’s arm coming underneath her rear, her arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders. He carried her out of the room, needy kisses being placed along her neck. “Let’s not worry your little skinny head about any of that. We have other boisterous things to think about.”

Some time later…

Miguel let out a disgusted scoff as he stepped into his disheveled room, a hand coming up to his nose. “By the Light… What is this smell?” The Pastor looked around the space, his eyes landing on his desk. Papers and various other objects normally gracefully organized upon its surface, scattered about. He took tentative steps forward, wearily eyeing a dark spot right in the middle of the wood.

He brought a finger to the spot, swiping it through the strange substance. He pressed it between his fingers, a look of confusion turned into a look of pure horror as he realized exactly what it was he just touched.

Notes:

I may have decided to turn this into a mini series of diabolical shenanigans committed by our lovely Ash and Pen. I have many more ideas for these two!