Living Armor Boyfriend: Gus (complete)

Cis Female Main Character x Male Monster (techinically nonbinary but identifies as male)

Made in collaboration with @chopshoppar for an upcoming comic!

When I was a child, I showed an aptitude for magic beyond my years. I was trained by some of the masters, and my skills grew by leaps and bounds. I was considered a prodigy in the field. Unfortunately, as a female, my potential was curtailed. I was expected to give birth to a generation of powerful enchanters, not to be one myself. Despite my progress, both my parents agreed it would be best for me to ‘settle down’ and get married to an eligible bachelor who could take care of me and our future offspring.

I had nothing but sisters, and all of them had married off, started their own families, and appeared to be nothing but happy with their choices. I thought perhaps if I got married, I could continue to teach as a mentor. I was browbeaten into believing that this would be best for me, and for a while I fell for it.

I married a fancy little lord who was more prettiness than substance. During my days of adventuring and using my magic to help the kingdom, I had rescued his family. The neighboring kingdom is full of monsters, and protected by an army of knights unlike anything I have ever seen. My husband’s family had run afoul of these knights, who in their massive armor hid slimy, stretchy tendrils. They were called Consumers. The way they moved and walked was all too human, but the ghastly form inside them was something much more than monstrous.

Because I saved my husband and his family, I was gladly accepted as a match for him, and our union fit like a glove until the seams began to split. Our wedding, honeymoon, and the months after were fine, I suppose. I thought it was a good thing I was married, because I had designs on teaching, but because of my newness to my husband’s station I was expected to entertain. I was a proper hostess, and the tales of all my quests were quite a hit. My husband, on the other hand, liked to be kept entertained, and apparently I was not enough.

I was not made aware of Achilles’ dalliances  until months into our marriage. Apparently, it was common knowledge that he was a lothario. Unfortunately, this was kept from me by his family, who had hoped a proper marriage would make him behave. That would be a hard no. In fact, I think marriage made his behavior worse.

Years have passed, and my best times are behind me, I have never taught magic like I had wanted when I was bright-eyed. I simply exist as a wife who turns a blind eye, drinks, and partakes in the gossip mill. What little release I get comes only when my husband travels and I can pretend he doesn’t exist, or when we travel together to the homes of our friends and I can imagine I live a different life.

Recently, a dear friend of Achilles’ is throwing a ball to celebrate his birthday as well as his anniversary. It will be quite the event, with everyone asked to wear masks and resplendent costumes. I’m excited about the chance to truly pretend I am someone else.

“This will be fun,” Achilles assures me. “We haven’t been to such a grand event since our youth.” The fine lines around his eyes remind me more of my youth than anything else does these days. He shifts his gaze when our eyes meet. The bastard cannot even look me in the eyes when he speaks.

“I don’t want to be one of those couples who dress in the same costume. Please do not make us match, dear husband.” I want to be separate from him in every way. I want to move freely through the crowd and not have to belong to someone.

Achilles gives me a look and smiles. “That is fine with me. Perhaps we could make a game of it.”

I know immediately where he is going. “What do you mean?”

He thinks he’s being smart, and looks so giddy. “Let’s pretend we are strangers, and we can meet each other at the ball as if we have only just met. It will be a riot!” He’s going to bang the first woman he sees and claim he thought it was me. I don’t give a shit. Let him bang the boy who snuffs out the candles again, I care so little. Hell, I might do the very same thing.

“Fine, my love.”

At the ball, I’m left alone. I stand at the window, watching the stars and moon twinkle in the heavens. The gardens look so romantic, lit by ethereal light. There are couples strolling through it, kissing, hugging, and warming themselves together.

Turning back to the ball, my eyes focus on the staff that was hired for the event. Achilles’ friend brought in people from the neighboring kingdom of Priryn, so there are orcs, goblins, and hairy beasts serving food and drink, playing music, and dressed in fine white attire.

It has been a few years since a peace treaty was signed with Priryn to assure trade deals and travel routes, are upheld. And still the folk of Priryn aren’t looked upon kindly. Years ago, I spent some months in Priryn, asked to investigate a militia which was the most formidable army our land had ever seen. Priryn had once been a human kingdom, but the king was not satisfied with his military, and had asked a powerful enchantress to help him create one.

There are many different legends. Some say the enchantress began turning people in the dungeons into immortal, all-powerful creatures. Others say the enchantress would lie with the king, and his own seed was used to create his military. Personally, as an enchantress myself, I just assumed the enchantress had these creatures at the ready and used the king’s request to bring them to full power.

After that the kingdom came under the control of the other folk. Monsters and magic took over Priryn and when the king died the enchantress became queen, ruling the land with her armored horde. This is where I came in. For months I traveled the kingdom in secret, moving between the small human communities that existed there. I gathered a great deal of information, but one night I discovered something that changed me.

I came upon the camp that belonged to the armored horde, but the armor was all lying in piles around the perimeter. Inside there was nothing except a thin, translucent film that felt sticky between my fingers, and smelled surprisingly like honeysuckle. As I wandered further into the camp, I came upon something that is burned into my memory. I still have lingering dreams about it, and on certain nights it stirs a deep response within me.

Humans and monsters were copulating in a massive orgy. Great masses of tendrils held humans and monsters alike as they were ravaged. My breath was stolen from me as I watched men and women be taken and genuinely enjoy it. Their bodies writhed together, begging for more. I was so enraptured I didn’t realize I had been spotted. I was invited into the throng by a beautiful suit of armor that glowed blue from within.

That night, I experienced a pleasure deeper than I ever have before. I was melted and formed into a whole new being, one who understood her body better and more intimately. I suppose that night is why I became so disappointed with my marriage bed. Achilles never liked having a dry dick, but his methods were as plain as toast. He simply moved his hips, squirted, and was on his way.

That night I learned there was more to sex than my back against the bed. My body was a world that needed to be explored, mountain peaks, low valleys, soft, lush plains, and deep warm oceans. I doubted my husband could ever pleasure me properly after that, except when he did that thing with his tongue.

My research mission into Pryrin and the armored horde only scratched the surface. Within the armor there was a strange creature that had no shape, but could take any it desired. It would look like nothing more than a pile of slime if it wasn’t moving, but inside the armor it was formidable and powerful. Inside me, it aroused and satisfied me in a way I never had been before. I was taken from all sides, filled in every orifice, and not left wanting.

The Consumers smelled like honeysuckle, and their taste was just as sweet. I remember the feeling of one pressing against my tongue as it forced its way down my throat. My eyes watered, but it felt good, and just as I was wanting more the creature gave it to me. I was held into the air, taken by the armored horde, three at once. Some wore their armor, others discarded it. For some reason, I liked looking up at the huge suits of armor towing over me, presenting their tendrils for me to suck and stroke to my heart’s content.

When they released, they coated me in a juicy and viscous fluid. It was sheer with a slight shimmer, and it clung to my skin. They filled me with it, and in the morning I watched as it dripped from between my legs. I was enthralled, but I knew I had to return home, I couldn’t stay and indulge with them. It was the last mission I would ever take, as I was returning home to get married. I was putting away my wand, my magic, and my newfound desire with it.

I’m gathering my courage to go into the crowd and pick my ‘husband’ out from the faceless masks. I’m ready to be taken, pushed down, and used until my knees no longer work. Unfortunately, my actual husband finds me.

He takes hold of my arm and yanks me aside. “Adeline,” he says urgently. “Come now.”

“Wait!” I look across the room, hopeful and yearning. My thoughts have been focused and now I am eager to partake. “I thought you said...”

He pulls me closer to him, putting his arm around my waist. “Let us go. We can have fun in the carriage on the way home.”

I glare up at him and feel a heat in my chest. “What did you do?”

He laughs suspiciously. “Nothing! I swear! I have been with you all night.”

I push him away from me. “What the fuck did you do, Achilles?”

He grabs me again and forces me to follow him. “Just do as I say, as my wife. I need you to stand beside me right now.”

“Who was it this time, Achilles?” I slap his arm. I will not give him a moment's peace until we get home. “Lady Mora? Lady Constantine? Or how about Lord Merrick and Lord Fallow?”

He turns and slaps me, knocking off my mask and dislodging some of my hair. “Be my wife!”

I scoff, rubbing my jaw and glaring after him. “How dare you, you miserable...”

I hear shouting behind us, and look back down the hallway to see a man being wrestled by members of the party. He looks angry, disheveled, and ready to beat the absolute shit out of Achilles.

“That’s General Traister,” I snarl under my breath. My jaw hurts, but somehow, this is worse. “Madame Traister? Really, Achilles?”

“I thought she was you.”

I knew it. I strike him, beating him as he continues to run with me. “She’s got bigger boobs than my head! How the hell did you think that was me?”

Achilles forces me back into the carriage just as General Traister is yelling down the hallway. We ride off, speeding towards the gates and out onto the wooded trail home. I sit there fuming, practically spewing smoke from my ears. Achilles sits there, sighing and smirking.

“Did you have fun?”

I look at him through the ringlets of hair dangling in front of my face. “Did I have fun?” I snarl at him. “You fucked Madame Traister, struck me, and now I am certain our name is shit in the mouths of all our friends.” I start to laugh and I shake my head. “I had a wonderful night, Achilles, absolutely wonderful.” I turn and look out the window, angrier than I have ever been.

Achilles sits back in silence. “I am sorry about striking you. I hope you can find it in your big beautiful heart to forgive me.”

I push away the hair in my face. “You don’t get to talk ever again until I say so.”

He hangs his head, then moves over to sit beside me. “I am sorry, my love. I will never do it again. Let me make it up to you.” He puts his hand on my hip. “Let me kiss it and make it better.”

I throw him out of the moving carriage. “You can make it better by rotting out there, you miserable...”

I stop. The carriage comes to a halt as an armored horde makes itself known. Magical torches light, casting a light purple glow all around us. The massive suits of armor come from the woods to block the trail before us. A suit of armor comes to my window. “You may continue, but the man is coming with us.”

“What?” I gasp.

The suit of armor is a much darker shade than the others, more blue than platinum. He also has broader shoulders. “He is wanted in Priryn. We were on our way to the manor up the road to take him and others into our custody.”

“Wanted? For what?” I balk.

The suits of armor shift, and I can see deep dents to their breastplates and other parts. “They stole precious artwork from a Priryn royal caravan.”

My husband came home some time ago with gifts for me - a beautiful painting, matching vases, and the very necklace I’m wearing. I become even more enraged than before. “Where will you be taking him?” I ask.

“That is not for you to know. Go home and let us deal with our matters in our own way.” The suit of armor takes an unconscious Achilles and drapes him over his shoulder. The rest of the horde move up the path, but he continues ahead before vanishing into the thickest part of the forest.

I sit in the carriage for the longest time. My mind is blank, but it begins to storm inside me. My thoughts are dark clouds, and my desires bolts of lightning. Achilles may be a piece of shit, but he is my piece of shit, and I feel I deserve to be the one to punish him, not the kingdom of Priryn. I step from the carriage and follow after the knight. Above, real storm clouds have begun to form, and thunder rumbles in the distance.

It has been a long time, but the magic is strong inside me. Rocks from the path begin to levitate, and with a flick of my wrist I throw them at the knight. It is not as precise or as strong without my wand, but it still gets the job done.

The knight turns and glares down at me. “Keep going, my lady. It would be best if you…”

A large rock strikes his helmet and spins it all the way around backwards. “He is mine,” I snarl under my breath. “Give him back to me.”

The knight unceremoniously drops Achilles from his shoulder and takes out his sword. “My lady, I really have no wish to harm you. But my orders are my orders, and I must uphold them.”

It begins to rain as I face him down. I know I am just one woman, but he is also just one knight. Maybe my magic will be enough to handle him. Maybe I just need to vent all this frustration on somebody who can take it. “You’re messing with the wrong woman on the wrong night. You don’t get a piece of him until I do!” I throw out my arms and the trees move, bending and snapping to reach down to grab him. He dodges, swinging his sword and chopping away branches and vines.

The rain comes down almost violently, but I am not deterred by it. I am too angry, too frustrated to let anything go. I will fight until the end, and I don’t know if even that will stop me.

Fire snaps and crackles from my fingertips, and I throw blue flames at him. He repels them and charges forward. I leap up into the air and fly over him. I manage to land a firebolt into his back and knock him over, and he splats into the fresh mud.

I wipe rain from my face and push my hair back. I race to find Achilles, but he’s gone. I run back up along the path to see if he had gotten tossed somewhere, but as I reach the road again, I see our carriage race off with him inside.

My heart sinks as the river rises. It churns from its basin, flooding the banks, and I’m knocked off my feet and carried by the torrent. The knight grabs me, pulling me to his side. The last thing I see is him before I close my eyes.

I wake to a cold, dank smell and the distant dripping of water. I rise slowly, and my body aches all over, but as my eyes open I see the armor hovering above me. I flinch and lie still in his lap. “About time you woke up,” he says.

I grimace at him and push myself away. “What happened?” I reach up to feel my hair, but it has become almost completely undone.

The armor adjusts his position so his legs stretch out. “The rain caused the river to overflow, and that swept us away. I managed to get us to safety, but I am afraid it was at a cost.”

I examine my body, but when I find it intact I look back up at him. “What was the cost?”

He shrugs. “I have no clue where we are.”

I scoff and flop back to the ground, sitting against the cold rock wall. “Are we in a cave or something?”

His head turns back and forth. “Or something.”

He’s aggravating, but in the back of mind I am grateful it is him and not my husband. “What sort of knight are you?”

“I am a fighter. I am not meant to know things or look pretty.”

That explains his dingy and battered exterior. “At least you’re honest. Was someone like you really necessary to apprehend my husband?

He tilts his head down, and I feel the sudden need to tuck in my legs. “Not really. But my threatening aura and size has a way of making others compliant.”

“Whatever he stole, I’ll give it back.” I take the necklace from around my neck and chuck it at him. “If we make it out of here alive, that is.” I lean back against the wall. If I focus, I can still hear the water rushing outside somewhere.

“It has been a while since I have had a good fight,” the suit of armor says. “I was very impressed with you, my lady.” He picks up the necklace, and it fits perfectly in his huge hand.

“Adeline,” I correct him. “I don’t like being called lady, or ma’am, or whatever the hell people call women.”

He lays a hand on his chest. “Adeline, it was a pleasure to fight you.”

My frown slowly shifts into a smile. “It’s been a while,” I chuckle. “I’m surprised I still had the old stuff.” I look up at him, his dented armor, his wilting cape, his massive size. “What’s your name?”

“I don’t have one,” he answers. “The armored horde is happy to be just that.”

“If you’re calling me by my name, I want to call you something other than ‘it’ or ‘thing’.” I think for a moment. “I’ll call you Gus.”

“Gus?” He tilts his head to the side.

I pull my legs up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. “Yes, when I was little, I had a cat with that name. He was huge, and he was often missing fur in patches. You remind me of him.”

“Huh,” he murmurs.

I rub my arms. “If I knew where we were, I would light a fire. But that would probably suffocate me before it warmed me up.”

Gus places the necklace into one of the pouches at his belt. “I too am cold, and that is why I have not attempted to escape. Not only that, I am quite hungry. The water took quite a bit out of me.”

I remember that the orgy I had taken part in all those years ago was part of a feeding ritual the Consumers had to take part in. It enabled them to last for months without stopping, part of what made them such a powerful force.

I pull my legs in tighter. “If you touch me, I’ll start a fire.”

“I don’t touch unless asked,” Gus answers.

“I’ve seen your kind feed before,” I venture. “You get messy.”

Gus tilts his head. “Only when it is a necessary frenzy.” He leans back and twiddles his thumbs.

I sit for a while, cold, wet, and still agitated. For a long time we sit in silence, and still the sound of rushing water flows by. I scoff and tilt my head back, running my fingers through my hair. “I can’t believe he left me. I should have just let you take him!”

“You love him, though.”

“No, I don’t. I wanted to be the one to throw him in jail, not you.” Tears begin to fill my eyes, and I bow my head as they start to come. “I wanted to beat the tar out of him!”

“Oh. Well...” Gus hesitates. “I really don’t know what to say.”

“Just be quiet, then!” I blubber, rubbing my eyes. “I don’t need you saying shit!” I can’t stop the tears. All my frustration is coming out. Something soft and slippery touches my cheek. Gus has removed a glove, and his form is touching me directly. He drinks up my tears while giving me a gentle touch that makes me shiver.

I place my hand around his wrist. “I thought you didn’t touch.”

“I’m drinking.” Gus moves his other hand onto my face, wiping up tears as they flow freely. “It helps.”

He smells like honeysuckle. My heart hammers and quickens pace while my nipples become stiff peaks.

“You remind me of someone too,” Gus murmurs.

I sniffle and he drinks more tears. “A dog?”

“No, a girl.” He tilts his head forward. “She was cute and soft, and she joined in feeding me and others in the armored horde. She tasted so good that I stayed with her all night. I didn’t want to try anyone else. This was before I made a weapon of myself.”

My heart skips a beat. It’s not possible. “You like women?” I ask.

“I love women,” he says breathlessly. “But she remains special to me.”

I flick my tongue out, licking the tendrils that touch my cheek. “Who knew you brutes had a soft spot?”

Gus pressed against my tongue, then quickly recoils. “Some of us have gotten in trouble before.”

I can see parts of his body squirming, as if becoming too big in certain places. “From feeding too much?”

“That, and well...” His voice hitches. “Not focusing on our duties.”

I sit back, wondering if I should calm down. I need to preserve my strength, though right now Gus’ strength could be of better use than my own. He could get us out of here, hopefully easily. I have to weigh my options. “You feel pleasure when you feed?”

Gus nods. “We were made to surpass mortals, but in our creation, we still have some of their drives.”

“So...” I click my tongue. “What would you need in order to get us out of here? I know that when you feed, some of my strength will fade, so I will be dependent on you. I don’t want to be completely depleted, so what would be the bare minimum?”

“You could just lick me some,” Gus sounds nervous.

I lick my lips. “That’s all?”

Gus fidgets. “Yes.” His armor splits at the groin, and a mass of tendrils stretches out and forms a long, thick phallus. It drips and the sweet, honeyed smell of it fills the enclosed space. “I’m sorry!” he yelps. “I’m excited and so hungry!” He tries to tuck it back, but my eyes have become focused upon it.

“So big,” I whisper. I clear my throat to cover myself. “If a few licks is all you need, I can sacrifice a little saliva.” I inch closer to him, placing myself between his legs. I’m so excited I’m almost shaking. I have been dreaming of this since the morning I had to abandon the orgy. I dip down, licking the end and going all the way to the base. Some of the tendrils shiver and shake, and others come loose and stick to my cheek. I’m drooling as I remember the way one of these was forced down my throat. I lift my head and slather my tongue over the tip.

“Th-that’ll be fine...” Gus’ voice sounds deeper.

I consider pulling back and letting this be it. Then I think of my husband with Madame Treister and her huge tits, and I devour him. I take Gus into my mouth, stretching my jaw as much as possible and taking his mass into my throat.

“Adeline!” he yelps.

I moan against him, slurping, gulping, truly letting go of myself. I pull up, panting, drool connecting my lips to his thick shaft. I grin greedily, wanting more. “Next time, push my head down.” I grab his hand and make him fist my hair. “Just to make sure you get enough.”

“Really?” His voice echoes.

I lick my lips and undo the top of my dress, letting my breasts hang out. “Really.” I take him again, and when I think I can take no more he pushes my head down. I feel him slither and writhe in my throat, just like all those years ago. I moan and press closer, letting my breasts press against his armor.

“Adeline,” he whimpers. That viscous fluid begins to leak from his armor.

I pull up, my throat sore, my lips plump, and still drooling. I lick down his shaft and up again, unable to get enough of the sweetness that seeps from him.

A tendril strokes between my breasts, then splits and coils around them, squeezing them and trapping them in a vise. I bite my lip hard as I throw my head back. His touch feels too good.

“You taste so good.” Gus grabs me, pulling me up close to him. He strips away the remainder of my dress and begins to envelop me. I sit with my back against him and my hands on his thighs. My hands sink into his mass, and he holds me there with my ass in his lap. Gus leans over my shoulder, groping my breasts, squeezing my thighs, and opening me up all at once. I feel his tendrils prodding at my slick mound as well as my ass.

“Let me inside,” Gus whispers. “I’ll have enough strength to free us and run you all the way home.”

I can’t stop grinning as I watch him writhe all over me. I lean back to look at him. “Do I really taste good?”

His helmet opens and his tongue licks across my lips. “The best.” He kisses me, slipping his tongue down my throat. My eyes nearly roll back as he slips inside, a thick writhing mass in each tight orifice. I squeeze hard around him, wanting to feel everything.

“Adeline,” Gus moans. “You’re delicious.”

I moan against his tongue, gazing up at the cave like it was the sky. He fills me completely, giving me the pleasure I have been chasing ever since that night.

“It’s you. I knew it,” Gus breathes. “The pretty enchantress.”

“How can that be possible?” I whimper loudly. “How can you know?”

He thrusts deep inside, and I gush around his shaft. “I never could forget this flavor, Adeline.”

I lose all thought. He feeds and fucks me at the same time, eager and excited he’s found his favorite meal. Time has become lost to me. I want this pleasure forever. I want my husband to vanish from memory. I wouldn’t mind if Gus took all of me. If it felt this good, I would happily slip into oblivion knowing this divine pleasure. I let my mind leave me.

I wake on Gus’ back as the sun crests over the mountains. He’s carried me from the cave and he’s standing waist deep in water.

“You got us out?” I yawn.

“I did!” he announces loudly and proudly. “I promised to get you home! So home is where we are going!”

“Oh, good,” I say sleepily, and rest back against him. “Do you know where I live?”

Gus flinches. “I...”

I sigh and sit up on his back. “Well, first let's find the main road.”

We eventually get headed in the right direction. He also obtains a horse along the way, so the trip is a little bit shorter than it would be walking the entire way. Once we return to the estate, there is no sign of my husband. The further I look for him the more I find missing. He has taken quite a bit from our home - his clothes, what riches he could carry, as well as our best silver.

“It isn’t right for me to leave a lady alone and unattended!” Gus says. “Adeline, I will stay with you and make sure you are safe.”

I smile, hiding it behind my hand so he won’t see it. “That may be a long time, Gus. And I am quite the handful.”

Gus stands erect and salutes. “It doesn’t matter to me, Adeline. As long as you’re alone, I will stand by your side!”

I place my hand on his chest. “I will not be guarded by someone in such horrible armor. We will have to get you something much nicer. Something that will suit a lady of my caliber.” I smile up at him. “Are you willing to leave your armored horde?”

“I will still be part of it,” he chuckles. “I can just say I am waiting on the enemy to return.”

I pull him down and give him a kiss. “I like that.”

As time goes on, Achilles' abandonment makes me the darling of all our friends and acquaintances. They offer me their sympathy and support, and bit by bit, I begin to feel like my old self again. I take the role of the grieving wife, bringing in young enchanters to fill the void in my life.

“I will never remarry. It would be too painful,” I lament. But me and my students all know the truth. Remarriage would be painful, but not for the reasons everyone would assume. I have a bedmate to keep me company, one that is loyal, obedient, and eager to please.

“Adeline, I’m a bit peckish,” Gus whispers to me.

“Then let me give you a snack, my good knight.” I smile up at him. “Come with me to my chambers, and I will feed you readily.”

Gus takes hold of my hand. “Thank you, Adeline.”

I smirk as he leads me away, lacing my fingers with his. “My pleasure.”