Pornlight Archive - Adolin the Cuc

Characters names, phrases, settings, and themes are not mine! This is a short erotic fan fiction based on the Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson. This is not written with the knowledge, permission, or endorsement of Brandon Sanderson, TOR publishing, or Dragonsteel. I am in no way writing this work with the intention to draw any money in the form of sales, ad revenue, or commission from this work or the Stormlight Archive in any way.

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Adolin fell into stone stance as the sword masters blade came at him.

He raised his own practice sword to deflect the blow, but his mind was elsewhere. On the battlefield, even a moment of distraction was enough to lose your life.

Zahels blade made contact with Adolins flesh and a brief flash of panic struck through him.

the blades are dulled, you fool

, he thought before his mind returned to events of the previous night,...

I can relate.

He had been so effective in the last battle. Swerving between blows and striking down singers and fused in the same breath. He didn't need the sudden powers EVERYONE seemed to be getting these days. He was the dueling champion of Alethkar! The Blackthorns son! The desire of every woman for storming MILES.

But then why wasn't it working?

Zahel pushed his advantage, and Adolin managed to deflect a few strikes before stumbling over himself - lost in thought - and falling to the ground.

"I yield" Adolin said, raising his fingers in the salute meant to convey the same meaning as Zahel's sword pressed against his throat.

"Where are ya, kid? Cause your mind ain't here with your opponent." The sword master coughed, sheathing his blade and extending a hand to Adolin.

He took it, and made his way to his feet.

"Just out of it I guess." Adolin said, sheathing his dull and useless sword.

"Shit, kid. You act as if I haven't seen this before. Tell me what the issue is, or the next time an opponent knocks you to the ground you won't get back up." The sword master raised an eyebrow and Adolin couldn't hold his gaze.

He knew Zahel was right. There was no use stewing in it. But... he'd felt so ashamed. Shallan put on a good front, but he knew it was beginning to gnaw at her. Adolin had been quite practiced in the bedroom. Being the most eligible bachelor in Roshar would do that to you.

He glanced towards the practice sword at his hip, the metaphor stung.

The sharpness he had brought to the bedroom. The dance of steel, the passion and excitement had been... dulled. Like a useless practice sword, he didn't penetrate like he used to. And last night he hadn't even been able to draw his 'weapon'.

Adolin sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"Don't know if you can help with this one Zahel. Been issues here and there, but last night with Shallan I wasn't able to..." He grimaced, summoning the words, "Perform."

"HA!", Zahel laughed, "That's all? It happens to the best of us kid. You're not a teenager anymore."

It felt like cremlings were wriggling in Adolins stomach. Generating a pulsing, frustrated, heat. Zahel didn't understand. Adolin went from accomplished swordsman and lover to NOTHING overnight. Over the course of a few weeks, the Radiants appeared and put his swordsmanship to shame.

His identity had been shaken to it's core. And that had some painful side effects. His world had been completely upended. No longer was he the most fearsome warrior in Alethkar. All that practice, miniscule in the shadow of the Radiants' power. That stung, of course, but the dissolving of his self-assured confidence had severe effects on his prowess in the bedroom.

And Shallan was ravenous.

Adolin had been with women who loved sex as much as he did. But Shallan was something else entirely. She had been a virgin before their wedding night, but once Adolin showed her the ropes she was like a caged axehound smelling blood in the air. Every free moment they had were spent together, experimenting. At first it was amazing, but her desperate need for more only made Adolin feel smaller and more shameful when he couldn't perform which had been happening more and more lately.

Adolin sighed, frustrated, and looked towards Zahel.

"What can I do? Swords are so much simpler. If I run into a situation I don't understand in a battle, I can train over and over until I understand it, but this? Sometimes it won't get up no matter how much I urge it!"

"Puttin' too much pressure on yourself. Just relax, maybe talk to someone about it. Someone besides me." Zahel gave a grim smile, "I ain't gonna be much help, but the bridgeboy has been pretty effective talking people out of battle shock, maybe see if he can help you"

God, that's the LAST person he wanted to talk to about it. Everything came so easy to Kaladin. Though, he seemed allergic to women, so Adolin doubted he would really be much help in this department. Still... what other options did he have?

"Thanks Zahel. I think I'm done for the day." Adolin said, removing his sword belt and placing it back on the wall with the others.

Frustrated and hanging his head, Adolin left to find the bridgeboy.

------SHALLAN------

Are you sure this is a good idea?

Radiant, ever the voice of reason, protested,

We've done this quite a few times now. Surely someone will notice,

Shallan had worn a lightweaving of a non-descript courier girl as she made her way through the Windrunner camp in search of Kaladins' chambers.

She knew the way by now. The first time she found herself in front of Kaladin, offering herself up to him with all the tact of a drunken chull, she'd still felt some guilt. Thankfully, she'd found a way around that.

Come on, don't pressure her, it's not Shallan's fault she has needs,

Veil responded, and Shallan felt her heart quicken as she allowed Veil to take full control.

Don't act like you don't enjoy it too

Veil thought,

I seem to recall a certain haughty Radiant quivering like a sky-eel when Kaladin slammed into us.

I DID NOT!

Radiant said, defiant,

I just... it was cold in his room.

See that's the difference between us. I'm honest enough to admit I like being treated like a slut, you two are all guilty and ashamed. Just give in. You'll enjoy it more,

Veil thought, growing more excited.

Honest?

Shallan asked, finally speaking up,

I don't know if we should be talking about honesty given what we're going to do. Honor is dead, Veil.

Yeah, yeah, Honor is dead. And thank Kelek for that. I don't think any of us want Kal to treat us honorably

Veil said, and the heat she felt from the other women confirmed her suspicion.

Shh! We're here.

Shallan thought, and Veil raised her hand to knock on the door to Kaladin's chambers.

A moment passed, then another, then another.

Veil knocked again, louder this time. It's not like Kal was some avatar of social engagement, if he wasn't in the training yard - which he wasn't, she had checked - he would be sulking around his room. Veil's heartbeat quickened and found herself hoping he'd be frustrated and angry and just absolutely destroy her --

The door opened and Kaladin's dark and brooding face appeared in the doorway.

"What is... Um, hello?" Kaladin said looking down at her bland courier-girl lightweaving.

"Hello Captain, I bring word from the Kholins" Veil said, pushing her way into Kaladin's room. She bit her lip as she looked up his strong body towering over her but didn't let the lightweaving show it.

She leaned backwards against the table in Kaladin's barren bedroom as he stood shocked at this courier girls audacity. His piercing eyes stared right through her, like his mind was a million miles away and focused only on her simultaneously. Veil felt Shallan and Radiant shiver under that gaze.

Thought you didn't like him?,

Veil teased.

Storms. Just get on with it.

Radiant replied.

"Okay. Did they send you with a letter or...?" Kaladin asked, standing by the open door, confusion still plastered across his face. She took some glee in that look.

"Nope. All in my head" She tapped her temple, "Close the door please, Captain, it's sensitive and we require privacy."

Kaladin slowly pressed the door closed behind him, never taking his eyes off her. She felt his gaze analyze her body, looking for threats or weaknesses, probing her with his mind and assessing the situation.

Veil took slow, fluid steps towards Kaladin who stood as still as stone as he watched her.

"Prince Adolin Kholin is requesting your aid. His wife is struggling with an affliction and..." She allowed the courier lightweaving to shimmer and shift into Veil, but with slightly larger breasts and deeper curves to match Kaladin's preference as she reached him and placed a hand on his chest, "Your cock is the only cure"

Kaladin's eyes went wide for a moment as he watched her body change forms, and he reached his hand to the side in a position to summon his shardblade before her words finally clicked in his head.

A moment later, Kaladin sighed and rubbed his brow.

"Storms, Shallan I might have killed you. You need to be more careful." He said, not seeming at all phased by her invitation.

This storming man was as dense as they come. Once he was finally in the moment he could be... mind scramblingly good. But getting to that point was harder than convincing a stick to become fire.

"Careful's no fun. Obviously I'd rather not die, but you can do literally anything else you want to me." She said, letting her hand trail down his chest and press against his manhood over his trousers.

He grabbed her wrist, as fast and fluid as ever, and pulled her hand from him.

"Shallan. We've made mistakes. It's not right. It's not fair to Adolin. You're his storming wife and he's my best friend." He growled, a darkness behind his eyes indicating a furiosity that Veil desperately wanted to be taken out on her.

"Shallan is his wife." Veil said, pulling her wrist back from his grip, "But I'm just a street urchin whore desperate for some Radiant dick"

Kaladin just growled in frustration. He wasn't going to make this easy.

"Or maybe I'm a voluptuous bar maid" She changed the lightweaving to match her words, "or an innocent little Thaylen woman, or a Shin slave and you have my oathstone, what would you like me to be?"

She let her lightweaving fall back to the curvier version of Veil Kaladin liked so much.

"I'd like you to be faithful to your husband." Kaladin said, locking eyes with Veil as his expression turned stern. She shivered under that hard gaze, "I won't tell Adolin but this has to stop."

Veil groaned in frustration. She'd have to pull out the big moves.

"Look Kal. I need to be fucked. Adolin isn't capable of it for some reason, and honestly it doesn't matter. What matters is that I have 3 women worth of pent up sexual frustration inside of me and if I can't blow off some steam I'm going to lose my fucking mind." She said, sounding desperate even to her own ears. He was always so against it at first, but I swear the only times I see Kal smile are when he's pumping a load inside of me.

"I think you've already lost it." Kaladin replied, and she chose to ignore that comment.

"So here's the options. You can fuck me, and we'll both feel more relieved. Or I can find someone else... Did I tell you I found sketches of Evi, Dalinar's first wife? It wouldn't take much to convince him he's in a dream and have him fuck my brains out. So which would you rather?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kaladin's jaw dropped. Good.

"You... you would... --"

"Fuck my husbands father by impersonating his dead wife? Yes. In a heartbeat. There aren't many good looking men who will give me what I need and how I need it. It's not my fault the people closest to Adolin are also the most likely to fuck me into submission. Sooooo?"

Kaladin threw his head back and groaned as a small blue light flitted into the room through a tiny crack in the window..

"Kal! I've been down at the tavern and would you BELIEVE what they do in the back room there? It's absolutely incredible they --" Syl suddenly realized Kaladin wasn't alone and when she saw Veil she did a little spin.

"Oh! Is that... Veil! Are you here to have Kal, 'breed your cheating cunt' again?" Syl giggled, "I love that word! Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!"

Veil grinned, her secret weapon had finally arrived.

"I'm trying but old sulky over here won't budge. Would you think it's dishonorable for Kaladin to... 'breed my cunt' again?" Syl had a way of locking onto new words and concepts, and that phrase she'd screamed in the throes of passion was her new favorite. Veil hoped she'd keep it to herself.

"Hmmmm" Syl sat on Kaladin's shoulder and touched her chin, "I mean, Kal never explicitly promised NOT to breed your cheating cunt, so I don't see any problem with it."

"See" Veil said, taking another step towards Kal and pulling down on her top while she simultaneously altered her lightweaving to follow her actions. Her breasts popped out of her dress as she approached Kaladin, "There's nothing wrong with it. And if there is, it's my fault, so take it out on me."

Veil grabbed his wrist again as Kaladin stared, mouth agape, at her exposed breasts. She must have been his first, by the way he stared at her bare body like he was in a trance.

She raised his hand and pressed it against her breast, making sure to adjust the lightweaving to his touch.

"You work so hard Kal. Don't you deserve to blow off some steam. You don't want to bring that stress to the battlefield do you? With all those dangerous distractions? What if someone gets put into danger because you're all pent up? Take it out on me, use your little cheating wh--"

Kaladin gripped her breast, hard, and in a flash he glowed with stormlight.

Finally.

Suddenly her body felt incredibly heavy, and her legs couldn't hold her weight. Veil slammed into the ground in front of Kaladin and a moment later she felt him take Veil's dark hair in his hand and yank her head up.

"Oooooo! Yay! This is so INTERESTING, you both look so angry but you're doing something so vulnerable it's--"

"Stop talking Syl" Kaladin and Veil said in unison, as Veil struggled to raise her hands enough to free Kaladin's cock.

"I'll remove the lashing" He said, reaching for her skin to remove the gravitational pull he had applied to her.

"no" Veiled said breathlessly, "Damnation, Kal, lash me I love it."

His expression didn't change from his blankly angry look as he loosened his trousers and the fell to the floor in front of her.

Shallan, Radiant, and Veil all marveled at him despite themselves.. The SIZE of that thing. He was already rock hard, and his thick length pointed directly towards her. She felt a giddy anticipation bubble inside of her as Kaladin bundled her hair behind her and angled her mouth towards his tip.

"Adolin deserves better than a desperate fucking slut like you" Kaladin said, pushing her head down on his length.

Veil sputtered and coughed as his cock pressed down on her tongue and crashed against the back of her throat. Finally, he was letting it take over. The monster inside of him she so deeply needed right now. That's right Kal, that's all we are is a fucking desperate slut.

Shallan and Radiant grew excited despite the shame nestled somewhere in the corner of her mind. But Veil was 4 steps ahead.

Veil pulled her head back off his cock, and saw she'd only taken roughly half his length judging by the gleaming wetness she'd left on it. Before she had a chance to bury it in her throat again, Kaladin touched her lips with his fingertips.

"You want to act like an unfaithful whore, I'll treat you like one." He said and a moment later she felt her head get PULLED down onto his length with a force no man was capable of.

Her throat expanded around Kaladin's shaft as he lashed her mouth down towards his base and her body rocked and jumped as Kaladin fucked her face. Forwards, backwards, forwards, he lashed her head relentlessly with a speed that would be impossible without the use of stormlight.

She raised her hand against the strength of his lashing towards the ground and cupped her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between her fingers as a wet heat grew between her legs.

When Kaladin got going, he was an unstoppable machine of aggressive pleasure. It was exactly what she needed. Even when Adolin performed at his best, it paled in comparison to the way Kal treated her.

Not for the first time, Veil thought they'd chosen the wrong man.

No, Adolin is so sweet and kind, he's a great husband,

Shallan thought in response to Veil's desire.

Yeah that's the problem. He's too sweet. Can you imagine getting THIS every day? Sure, Kaladin's a bummer sometimes but storms is he good at this,

Veil thought back. Radiant remained uncharacteristically quiet. As if chiming in would betray the way she's feeling right now.

Kaladin lashed her head backwards and she took the moment to catch her breath. Strings of saliva still connected her mouth to his bobbing cock as she looked up to him, chest heaving with each breath.

"Bigger" He commanded, and she knew what he wanted.

In a flash, her breasts increased in size by a full cup size and he reached down to grab a handful. They wouldn't feel any bigger to him, but she had dedicated a portion of her concentration to altering the lightweaving to his touch so it would correspond with her movements. He found her nipple and pinched it hard before touching her lips again.

"One more." He said and a moment later Veil's head was pulled down onto his cock again.

She had just exhaled when he lashed her mouth down on him again and she coughed against his length. Her hands slammed into his thighs, strong and sturdy, as she tried to push her head backwards off of him to no avail.

Panic flashed threw her for a moment as Kaladin groaned above her.

"You're stuck. I used adhesion and lashed your lips to my base. Are you going to be good?" He asked and her heart pounded in her chest, desperate for air.

"Mhmmmm" She moaned, garbled noises from her mouth.

"Good"

He removed the lashing and she fell backwards away from him. Suddenly feeling afraid of him, and that fear left her SOAKED.

Before she could catch her breath he lashed her upwards, her body briefly hovering before being lashed sideways into the table. She doubled over it and felt her nipples rub against the smooth soulcast wood.

Kaladin was behind her in a flash, lashing her wrists to the table, shackling her in place as he lined up behind her.

"I need it Kal I need that cock inside me. Pound your bestfriends wife and breed my desperate little -- EEK!" The words fell from her mouth in a bumbling stream of desire, but when he entered her her mind went blank.

"Picked the wrong guy Shallan" Kaladin said flatly as his cock slid into her, pressing hard against the walls of her insides, "Wouldn't have to sneak around like this if you were mine."

His cock bottomed put inside of her, setting off fireworks in her brain.

"I'm sorry! I know! I gave him my heart but my body is yours!" Veil screamed, echoing Shallan's own secret desires.

Kaladin released the lashing and flipped her onto her back before reapplying it so she couldn't squirm.

He pressed all the way inside of her, and grinded his hips against her clitoris as his length was buried in her. It was coming, she was going to completely lose control.

"I want it all." Kal said, a hint of longing and sadness beneath the pent up sexual desire flashed in his eyes.

Veiled leaned up towards him as much as she could with her wrists lashed firmly to the table, and bit her lip before speaking.

"Then storming take it, Kal."

He reached up and wrapped both arms behind her head, gripping two fistfuls of her hair and slammed into her.