Mortal Engines Mushroom Fanfic

“Are those… Mushrooms?” Valentine looked uncertainly at the strangely shaped vegetables in his lover’s hand. Crome nodded slowly, an erotic gesture that made Valentine’s dick twitch in his pants. It was made even worse when the indecently arousing mayor ran his tongue over his bottom lip in a way that made Valentine want to jump on him and fuck him like they did down in the deep gut, none of this classy London “foreplay” bullshit. He wanted to make his lover scream the way he made Pandora Rae scream. (When he fucked Pandora Rae, of course, not when he brutally murdered and mutilated her and her family) “And what do you want me to do with them?” He drew the sentence out slowly, tugging on his lip with his teeth. Crome smirked and he felt the blood rush to his face. “You’re going to take these mushrooms the way you take my cock, big boy.” Valentine swore under his breath as he felt his dick harden noticeably. Crome smirked at him and he blushed even deeper upon realising his lover could see. “Take them?”
“I want you to shove those mushrooms right up your ass for me.” God, but his voice was as smooth as satin. Crome knew that his voice could make Valentine cum without even needing to get his dick out. “Take off your trousers, baby.” Valentine obediently slid his trousers down to his ankles and his underwear followed suit. He stood, throbbing cock in his hand, and Crome gestured for him to turn around. “Bend over” he purred in Valentine’s ear. Valentine shivered and his cock leaked precum. “Oh, Magnus” he breathed. “You turn me on like a Tier 1 elevator, and Valentine Junior is going up.”
“Shhhh.” He inserted the first mushroom into Valentine’s crack. In the heat of the moment, Valentine felt the need to crack a joke. “Are you sure it’ll fit? Because there’s not MUSHROOM in there.” He chuckled weakly and Crome spanked him hard. “Are you mocking me?!” he hissed. “You want more mushrooms, is that it?! Lots of mushrooms.” He began gathering them up in his hands, more and more until he was holding at least 20 chestnut mushrooms, all the while stroking and clenching Valentine’s ass. “Keep going baby. I’ll be good.” Valentine hissed through clenched teeth. The mushrooms, there were now 3 of them up there, felt cold and tingly and he shuddered with pleasure. He wondered if the heat would slow roast or broil them. Maybe he could eat them later. Valentine cried out in pleasure as the fourth, fifth, sixth mushrooms went in. It hurt more than any pain he had ever experienced before, but he took it because he was in love with the Lord Mayor of London. The beautiful, marvellous, Magnus Crome. And if his lover Crome told him to put mushrooms up his asshole, he would do anything to pleasure him. By the tenth mushroom, Valentine was sobbing, the tears making his whole body vibrate more than the vibrator he had used a previous week, when Crome was on a business trip. Crome spanked him every time he made a noise, so he cried quietly to himself as his lover began to extract the mushrooms one by one. When they were all gone, Valentine was allowed to turn around. The mushrooms were laying on a plate in front of him, partially covered in blood and feces. “Eat it,” Crome ordered. “Are you sure?” The illustrious mayor slapped him round the face. “I said eat it!” His commanding voice was enough to make Valentine cum then and there. The cum served as a dressing for the plate of 10 faeces-streaked, blood-stained mushrooms. “Eat up” whispered Crome. Valentine tentatively licked the first mushroom, then, upon realising that it tasted like what Magnus’ cock tasted like after it had been extracted from his asshole, he began greedily shoving the mushrooms down his throat. “Good boy.” purred Crome. Then, pulling down his undergarments to expose his 10-inch hairy cock, he whispered: “ready for dessert?”