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You’ve spent your entire life staring at the stars; until one day, one of them falls to earth and you realise they aren’t stars at all.
The old astronomy building, a relic passed down from your father, stood solitary against the night. There you were, enveloped in darkness save for the dome of starlight that stretched above. Through the telescope, the heavens were a canvas.
Orion, with his belt of three aligned stars, seemed to watch over you, a guardian of the sky. You traced the outline of Cassiopeia, the boastful queen sitting on her celestial throne, and beyond her, the great bear Ursa Major loomed large and comforting.
As you methodically charted and sketched the heavens, a sudden flash tore through the the night. A shooting star blazed across the field of your telescope. It was a sight to quicken the pulse, to remind you why you loved these silent, solitary nights.
Instead of fading into the darkness like you expected, this star seemed to grow brighter, larger. Your heart raced as you tracked its descent, the telescope lens barely containing its fury. It didn't vanish but instead seemed to explode in a cacophony of light on the opposite side of town. The burst was brilliant, then gone, leaving an afterimage dancing in your vision and a burning curiosity in its wake.
This was no mere meteorite; you were sure of it. Something extraordinary had just touched down on Earth, and every instinct you had clamoured for you to find out what it was.
Despite a nagging intuition at the back of your skulll, curiosity propelled you forward. You grabbed your bag and coat in a flurry, the cold metal of the telescope still lingering on your fingertips as you rushed out of the building.
The idea of messaging your dad flitted through your mind—he would certainly want to witness this anomaly—but the urgency of the moment overrode the thought. Fingers trembling with adrenaline, you couldn't bring yourself to pause, to type out the words that would delay your discovery even by mere seconds.
You rushed to your car, the engine coming to life with a reassuring roar that cut through the silence of the night. The roads were empty, the world around you asleep. Streetlights blurred past as you drove, guided by the lingering afterimage of the fallen star's brilliance.
Finally, you arrived at a stretch of open field, the vast expanse of grass. You expected a scene of impact, a crater, some mark of the star's violent descent—but the field lay serene and undisturbed under the moon's watchful eye.
Confusion clouded your thoughts. Had you miscalculated the location? Could it have been a trick of the light, a figment of your imagination fuelled by a wishful fascination with the stars? Yet the vividness of the event, the certainty with which you had followed the celestial body's path, left little room for doubt.
You paused, the stillness of the field feeling suddenly charged, electric. A glow in the distance beckoned—an ethereal light that pulsed gently, like a heartbeat. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you took a cautious step forward, then another, drawn to the light.
As you approached, the source of the glow materialized into a form, unmistakably a person, or something like one. They stood motionless, bathed in a silvery-blue luminescence. Their nudity was obscured by the shifting, shimmering light that cloaked their form.
Their face turned towards you, revealing features both strange and mesmerising—enormous eyes that glittered like stars, a face elongated and ethereal, devoid of any malice, only calm curiosity.
For a fleeting moment, the word alien flashed through your mind, sparking a primal surge of panic.
As your heart pounded in your chest, ready to flee, the creature—no, the person—before you remained still, their gaze locked with yours. There was no aggression in their posture, no intent to harm.
Your fear ebbed, replaced by a profound sense of wonder. This was no star.
Compelled by a magnetic pull, you found yourself closing the distance. As you moved within an arm's reach, the glow from their skin illuminated the space between you. It was a radiance that bordered on overwhelming, so bright it filled your vision completely.
In the near-blinding light, you discerned the figure's form—undeniably humanoid but slender to the point of fragility, limbs delicate and willowy.
Their eyes held you captive, large and luminous, unblinking. It was as if galaxies swirled within them.
Overcome by curiosity and something else, something you couldn’t name, you raised your hand tentatively and touched theirs. The skin was unexpectedly hot, smooth and firm.
Your breath caught in your throat as the warmth spread from their hand to yours, leaving your skin tingling.
“What are you?” you asked softly.
They didn’t respond, simply threading their long fingers through yours.
Time seemed to stretch and warp around you, the field shrinking to the small patch of earth where you and the being stood. Your eyes remained locked onto theirs, and it felt as if you were peering into the very fabric of the universe.
The being leaned forward, their forehead meeting yours with what you could only describe as tenderness. The contact had warmth blooming in you, and your eyes slipped closed.
There were no words spoken, none that you could hear with your ears, at least. With your foreheads pressed together, you felt the being's curiosity, their joy of discovery, and the simple pleasure of their existence. They were here simply to experience, to explore one of hundreds of planets they had visited before.
Then, they said their name. Not with words, you had the impression they couldn’t speak in a way that you’d understand. Rather, you felt a flicker of joy, felt the glow of sunshine on your skin and smelled crisp, fresh grass.
As they stepped away you felt a sudden lightness, head spinning. Your balance faltered, a dizzy spell from the overwhelming encounter. Before you could stumble, their firm grip steadied you, their slender arms surprisingly strong, holding you upright.
They smiled then, and it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.
"Thank you," you murmured, steadying your breath.
They gave a small, understanding nod, their eyes reflecting the pale light of the moon.
"I wish I could understand your language, your real name," you said, your voice tinged with regret.
In response, they knelt gracefully on the cool grass. Their fingers, elongated and delicate, danced across the earth, tracing letters in the dirt with careful, purposeful strokes.
Nysa.
They looked up at you, their eyes shining.
"Nysa," you repeated, trying the name, feeling its shape and sound on your tongue.
Nysa's smile broadened, and they nodded once more.
As Nysa rose to their full height, a decision formed within you, swift and impulsive. Before doubt could grip you, you stepped forward and kissed Nysa.
Nysa's skin, hot to the touch like sun-warmed stone, seemed to thrum with an energy that coursed through you, igniting every nerve ending. You felt the delicate structure of their lips, the smoothness of them, small teeth scraping across your bottom lip.
Oh, it was perfect.
As you pulled away, the world around you narrowed until there was only Nysa.
A sharp sound broke the spell, a reminder of the world beyond the field. Nysa's frown, a slight crease in their brow, was the first sign of concern. They turned back to you, their gaze searching yours, as if ensuring you were unharmed.
It was then that the lightheadedness hit you, a gentle but insistent pull away from consciousness. As the edges of your vision began to blur, Nysa reached out, their forehead touching yours. It was the last sensation you felt before succumbing to the darkness.
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You awoke to the familiar confines of your room, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Confusion clouded your mind as you tried to piece together the memories of the previous night. How did you get back home?
Sitting up, you surveyed the room, everything in its usual place. Undisturbed. Your jacket and shoes were neatly positioned by the door, your bag slung over the back of the desk chair.
You needed to check the rest of the house. Make sure last night had all been real.
Yet, as you attempted to stand, a wave of lightheadedness washed over you. You fell back against the pillow, the room spinning slightly as you tried to anchor yourself to reality.
As you lay there, trying to steady your spinning head, a soft silvery light caught your eye. It wasn't the sunlight streaming through the window, but a gentle blue glow, like moonlight.
Confusion gave way to awe as you realized the source of the light was none other than yourself.
Your hands, held before your eyes in disbelief, were bathed in the same silvery-blue glow that had enveloped Nysa. The light ebbed and flowed around your skin, swirling.
With bated breath, you watched as the glow began to fade, the light slowly receding until your skin returned to its normal shade. You didn’t doubt it any more; the events of the previous night were real.
The thought sent a thrill through you, and you shivered.
You hoped that Nysa would return. Something deep inside of you said they would.
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Welcome to the Witch’s Hut - II
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Werewolf x female human
II - Hans
Lily was inside her hut, reading an old book behind the balcony. It was nearly midnight and the witch wasn't expecting any customers at this late hour. Nonetheless, the hanging bell announced a visitor when the door opened. Lily didn't acknowledge the presence of the stranger, slightly annoyed by the interruption, and kept her eyes glued on the book, wanting to at least finish the page she was reading.
The visitor stood in the middle of the room in complete silence, waiting patiently for the tiny woman with unruly purple locks of hair to finish her task. When she finally decided to question the reasons for such a late visit, she was startled to see that the person in question was a male nearly seven feet tall. She felt uncomfortable that the owner of such an imposing figure was able to erase his presence so well. Then she skimmed her eyes over the man and understood what he really was.
A wolf in sheep's clothing... a giant deadly sheep, this one.
She wasn't afraid, of course, he was the one inside a witch's territory. No matter how powerful he could be, the hut was her temple and Lily was like a goddess inside her place.
But there was no need to feel alarmed just because she was caught off guard. She couldn't feel any harmful intentions coming from the werewolf who stood in the room using his human form. As a man he was tall and muscular, his shirt had a few buttons open, showing his chest, hairy like his forearms. A stubble covered his face and his hair was short, with a chestnut color that matched his eyes.
As Lily studied his appearance, he studied her back, and the faint smirk forming on his lips showed that he liked what he was seeing. His canines were slightly sharp even in his human form.
She lifted an eyebrow and stared at him with her best expression of disdain. "Can I help you?" The fact that he waited for Lily to talk first indicated to the witch that he wasn't stupid at least.
He shuffled the hair on the back of his head, sheepishly, showing a small flush on his neck and cheeks. He gave two steps towards her. "I don't know if you can help me," He said hesitantly, looking around. "Truth be told, I don't even know how I came to find this place,"
The witch opened a smirk. For her hut to allow and invite him at such a late hour, it was meant as a gift delivered to her on a silver platter. Obviously, the werewolf wanted something very dirty.
"Just tell me what you've been thinking," She said nonchalantly as she played with a purple lock of hair.
"Oh, I- I—" He turned red as a tomato.
"You, you," She teased. "I'll ask again, what have you been thinking at such a late hour to arrive at my place?" She smirked mischievously. "I warn you that I'm a witch and I'll know if you are lying to my face,"
He averted his gaze and opened a nervous smile. "I was only thinking about having a female company tonight, if you know what I mean,"
She giggled. "Yes, and we both know this isn't all you've been thinking about," Lily said in a flirty voice as she batted her eyelashes at him.
The man let out a breath as if she punched his stomach. Then he looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. He gave a few steps towards her until only the balcony was between them. He opened a charming smirk as he leaned closer to the witch, supporting his weight on his elbows. "If you know what I want, why do you ask?" He asked in a hoarse voice.
Lily shrugged. "If you want something, you have to at least have the balls to say it aloud,"
He bit his lower lip as he leered at her with a dark gaze. "It's not about balls, dear, it's about a knot and I doubt someone your size can take it," He said in a way that indicated that he wanted to be wrong about it.
The witch laughed. "Oh I see, Mr. werewolf can be blunt,"
He never stated clearly what he was, but didn’t seem fazed by the fact that she was aware of his condition. After all, as a witch, it was her job to know and notice things that ordinary people usually didn't. He opened a smile full of teeth. "I can be many things, love. I can be a gentleman for you if you are in the mood for some adventure today,"
Lily chuckled darkly. "You can be many things, but a gentleman it's not one of them,"
"We barely met and you already know me so well," He said in a flirtatious voice.
"Not yet. It seems I need to know more about this knot you mentioned,"
"You aren't scared," He declared, clearly amused and somehow relieved. He tickled her under the chin with his index finger and opened a mischievous smirk. "Does this mean that I can be a big bad wolf to you?"
"You can try,"
"Oho! You're bold and talk big, my love, I hope you don't cower when you see how big and bad I can be..."
"I'm a witch, Mr. Werewolf... way older than I appear to be, I saw and heard many things in this life. Do you really think you can impress me?" She said in defiance.
He stared her down and looked unsure for a moment. "You know that I mean to fuck you AFTER I transform, right?"
Lily let out a giggle. "Oh, I expect nothing more! Fucking humans seems too bland for me nowadays... but receiving a werewolf's knot... that would be a first!" She winked at him. The witch had a few friends who had the experience of mating with werewolves and was always curious about how it felt. It was good that she knew a little about what to expect, though it was still a dangerous business.
The werewolf regarded her in silence for a few seconds. "I see... Do you really want to do this or do you just want something in return?"
The werewolf wasn't stupid after all. He was aware that everything had a price for a witch. She smiled. "Can't I have it both ways?"
"Oh, you can, and you will," He said in a flirty tone. "Just tell me what you want from me,"
"At this moment I just want a mean werewolf to make me his bitch and bury his knot inside my pussy,"
"You just read my mind," He said in a breathless voice and got closer to her ear. "I'm Hans, by the way. And I hope to hear you scream my name lots of times tonight," Her eyes were closed and the sound of his voice sent shivers all through her body.
"You can call me Lily,"
Hans followed Lily inside one of the rooms. The hut was way bigger inside than it appeared on the exterior. They walked through long corridors until they finally found her bed chambers.
They barely reached her bed and Hans was already taking her clothes off, unbuttoning her dress from behind.
"I told you I don't want to fuck a human," Lily admonished him.
Hans grinned maliciously. "As you wish," He said and shoved Lily on the bed. Before she could even start to scold him, there was in front of her a fully transformed werewolf, almost twice her height, all covered in brown fur, with gold-yellow eyes and very sharp teeth. The witch felt her core throb in anticipation.
She asked for a big bad wolf and he gave her that. He ripped her clothes off with his claws and teeth and put her on fours. Hans didn't have the courtesy to lap her pussy a few times to get her ready for him, he mounted Lily without ceremony, sliding his red cock inside her cunt easily, as it was thin and wet at first, engorging in size and girth as he penetrated her vigorously like a wild animal.
Lily screamed his name like Hans predicted she would do, but never asked him to stop. Oh, she enjoyed the rough approach quite a lot and it excited her to find someone who had the balls to act so bold like that, especially under a witch’s roof.
Hans held Lily by the hips with his enormous paws as he rutted her mercilessly, resting his jaw over her shoulder and grunting near her ear. She teased him before that he wouldn't impress her with his size, but he actually did, and the moans she let out were a mix of pain and pleasure as he hammered his cock into her cervix.
When he was near his climax, he buried his cock even deeper inside her pussy and she screamed in pain and complained to him, but there was nothing she could do about it, as his knot got inside her as well and swelled quickly while his cum poured straight into her womb, filling her. The knot locked them together and she just couldn't release herself from him.
Lily cursed out loud, and the werewolf let out a grunt that sounded more like a laugh. His knot was as large as an orange and he continued to release his seed in her body and she knew that it would take a few more minutes until it deflated. But the excruciating pain soon was replaced by immense pleasure as his knot continued pulsating inside her pussy, sending waves of pure bliss near the nerve terminations of her clit. Lily moaned his name as she came around his cock, her inner walls all stretched by him. Hans grunted and locked his jaw as if he had a second orgasm as well.
Another wave of pleasure took over her, followed by another, as the knot was still there and pulsating. It was a mix of pure ecstasy and intense agony like she had never felt before. Her legs were trembling when Hans finally dislodged himself from her and Lily was uncertain if she should hex him or let him mount her once more.
It was easy to settle her decision when his warm tongue lapped her pussy, not only cleaning it but also teasing her so she would take him again as soon as they both recovered.
Hans took his time licking her folds, slowly but in a lascivious way. She shifted her body so she could stay on her back while looking at him pampering her. There was a thrill in watching a dangerous creature taking such good care of her and bringing her only joy and fulfillment. Lily felt her mouth water as she thought about giving Hans oral pleasure herself. She found her release again on his tongue, but before she could say anything, he put the witch on her fours to mount her once more.
Perhaps another day.
She gasped when he entered her again, knowing that it would be a long night since werewolves are well known for their endless stamina. Oh, Lily was pretty sure that she wouldn't be able to walk properly the following day. She almost laughed at the thought, now aware how good and straining it felt to be a werewolf's bitch.
In the end, Hans wouldn't have to give her anything back. He had left enough werewolf material all over her sheets, like semen, fur, drool... she only had to collect them later for studies and potions.
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YESS I GET TO BOTHER YOU AGAIN:D
Imagine the reader teaching their yautja mates/friends teenager some cool human fighting move you see in movies n shit (also have an awesome day ilyyy)
How to Fight
Pairing: Chopper (Male Reader) x Reader
Word Count: 1171
Summary: With a little luck, you were able to entertain yourself while on the mothership. Access to the internet was the best far from earth. Every night, you took it upon yourself to watch movies. Sometimes rewatching old ones or finding new releases. Until, one night, Chopper's buddies caught sight of what you were watching… It went downhill from there.
Author Note: I love when you come bother me! It's the highlight of my day. I didn't know what to with this one so I started in a random place and ran with it. The ball... well it ended up somewhere else I guess.
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All it took was one glimpse at a movie you were watching. Worst of all, it was Kung Fu Panda. The whole group was completely intrigued. Within moments, they’re sitting down next to your small frame, elbows on their knees with their chins resting on their fists. All of their eyes were zoned in on the holo screen in front of you.
With some trial and error with the earth’s internet and the Yautja’s network, you were able to figure out how to broadcast movies. As a human on a mothership full of Yautjas, there was a limit of what you could do. Safely. That part was key when it came to staying alive here.
From the rumors that have trailed across the ship, the only reason you’re alive is the fact your mate’s species sees you as his pet. Degrading as it is, you do your best to see the positives in the situation. Your mate, nicknamed Chopper, has lots of friends – you guess that’s the best word for it. They love to come over constantly.
Some of them like to tease you, especially on your size. Due to the translator that sits perfectly behind your ear, just below the skin, you are able to understand them. It’s not perfect but gets the job done well enough. In the end though, you didn’t take it to hard, coming to terms that’s how they are. In a strange, nonhuman way, its their way of showing that accept you. A positive in a situation that didn’t start out all that great. But hey, that’s a story for another time.
Currently, you were happily squished between the hard form of Chopper’s legs. His heavy torso was draped over your own, part of his weight put onto you. An arm as contently wrapped around your abdomen, keeping you secure to him. Chopper’s tresses created a curtain on either side of your head, as if narrowing you down to focus on the T.V.
After a few scenes of Po training and the others showing their skills off, Courtin – a new given to him, stood up abruptly. All eyes were on him. You had to draw the curtain of tresses out of your way to see Courtin. A brow was raised by you.
His mandibles chittered with speech. The translator was quick to start up. “These moves, I must learn them! Could aid us when we hunt, brothers,” he rallied his fellow Yautjas to stand up with him. Even, your sweet, dear Chopper took stand with him. You snorted at the declaration. “Ooman, laughs at me. Why? Think we Yautja can not learn these moves from a flick.” It took you a moment to realize what he meant by that last word. Again, not perfect.
“Courtin, it’s not that.” Now, you decide to rise to your feet and crossed yours arms. Before realizing that was a bad idea. Right, different social cues and body language, for the most part. “This movie is aimed for children, unbloodeds. It is meant to be silly and fun,” you explained to him calmly. The worst thing to do to a Yautja in their presence was to offend their pride and skill.
“You are all talented, blooded and whatnot. But these moves aren’t real. It just for the movie to be filled with action and tension.” All of their eyes were set on you.
Courtin stepped forward, enough to feel crowded within the group of eight Yautjas. Despite the fact he and any of the others were young, he still towered over you. Stupidly enough, Courtin leaned down to be level with you, hands grasping his knees. “You say these moves are useless?” he asks for you clarify.
For some reason, you feel a hair on edge. Though, they would never hurt you, per their honor code, it’s hard to forget they are predators. “In all honesty, yes. They are.” His three mandibles tapped against one another. Courtin stood up fully once more.
“Hmphf.” That made him sound so human. Maybe him and the others were learning a few human things from yourself. One could only hope. “Then, must find other media to consume. Ooman, show more.” Always demanding. You believed that was almost all of their species type.
From one rabbit hole to the next and over countless days, everyone – including yourself – believed they had learned enough. From movies. All from movies. Nothing else. Well, your mate and his friends would have a batter advantage than due to the fact they are trained predators. Yet, here you were, in a private kehrite with everyone.
The heat and humidity was killing you without much movement. Yet, when Jqal-od called upon you to step into the ring – one that reminded you of wrestling, you accepted. Though, they were more focused on the fighting parts of the movie… you focused on a different part. Those who were smaller than their enemies. Cliché, yeah. Guess what though, it works.
Not against someone two feet taller and highly trained. In theory, it works.
Jqal-od placed a heavy paw on your shoulder. You returned the gesture. Together, the two of you shook the other. Then, you two stepped a decent distance away from one another. You and him had your gaze set firmly on the other.
Silence entered the ring as everyone quieted down on their own accord. A deep breath filled your lungs with air before slowly exhaling. Jqal-od’s tongue darted out with a flick before hiding away again.
The next moment, the lean, yet clearly trained Yautja pounced like a leopard. Before you had time to react, let alone think of using a move from the movie, he had you simply pinned. Your back to the mate as he straddled your lower torso. One hand held your two high above your head. Even kicking your knees into his back, trying to hit something of importance did nothing. The Yautja barely reacted to the move.
All you could was stare blankly up at him. The Yautja in question leaned down, tresses creating a curtain. His top mandibles twitched. He was smirking in his own way. “What happened, little ooman?” he teased and snickered down at you.
He finally released you from his hold and stood up. With a hand, he held it out to you. You took it. Jqal-od easily tugged you off of the ground and onto your feet. You brushed off the invisible dust on your clothing and walked away to Chopper. Someone else took your place and challenged the Yautja.
“Well, that didn’t go to plan,” you grumbled and rested heavily on one foot, hips jutting at an angle now. Chopper snickered and placed a hand on top of your head. You turned to look up at him from underneath your brows. “What you laughing about?”
The Yautja just shook his head and patted yours with his hand. The two of you watched the scene in front of you unfold, as hilarious as it was. No one knew what they were doing.
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Bewitching Monsters - Multi-Monster Special 2
Series Rating: 18+
Chapter Contains: swearing, sexual scenes, alcohol
Pairing: variety
BeMo Masterlist ☆ Writing Masterlist
Thank you for reading this story to the end—especially those of you who have been here since early on. Since this is the last arc for this series, I decided not to go by my usual chapter length constraints, so enjoy this extra-long chapter. This series has been such a mixed bag to write; overall, I’m happy where it has ended up. At this time, I do not plan on writing any more stories for these characters.
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Notes: To be clear, a slate is equivalent to a smartphone. I haven’t talked too much of the tech-side of this world, so I wanna make sure there isn’t confusion about what exactly I’m talking about when it comes up in this chapter, since it’s an important detail. Also, selachii = shark anthromorph & cetacean = whale/dolphin anthromorph; I literally just them made up based on the scientific classifications. Inkdine = an undine of the cephalopod (aka inkfish) variety (also made up by me because I just didn’t feel like using “octomaid” or anything similar); come in a variety of anatomy layouts, so imagine whatever tentacled hottie you want.
Alt pronouns used: xe/xem/xir/xirs/xemself [in comparison to: they/them/their/theirs/themself]
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The ocean. I couldn’t believe I was going to see the ocean. So much of my life had felt like a dream since meeting Witch, and especially since moving in with her. I felt spoiled to go on this trip with them. To be treated to a beach-appropriate wardrobe by Witch’s friend, Willow.
More than a handful of times I thought to change my mind about going. It all felt too much. But that would ruin it for them, wouldn’t it? And that felt worse. Every time I felt like staying home, curled up on the couch, I’d scold myself that I moved in with Witch for a reason. I didn’t come here to stay in my usual patterns. I came here for newness. To grow. To see the world and change. As a mothfolk, one would think I’d be accustomed with change. Yet no. All of my decades of adulthood were spent in a fairly consistent cycle.
I was determined to put myself out there.
And so the three of us went to Flordora to meet up with another of Witch’s friends, a naga named Quendi. Xe met us at the train station. Negoni wasn’t far from Flordora, but it’d be easier to travel via train, what with everyone’s luggage and Quendi’s mobility aid.
As we made our way over to the second train, Quendi jumped right into a conversation that I couldn’t believe xe was having so openly in public. “So you gonna hook up with Kashga again while you’re here?” xe directed at Witch.
She shot an abashed look at xem.
“What?! She never told us about this,” Caera interjected before Witch could respond. “Who’s Kashga?”
“My cousin.”
“How the fuck…” Witch trailed off. Her comment drowning out Caera’s whispered aside thatshe really got a thing for cousins.
“One: bitch I know you. And two: the itch isn’t the only thing that runs in the family.” Xe flashed a dubious look, then cackled as realization twisted Witch’s expression into a furious glare.
“Fucker. You’ve had an amber sensitivity all this time?! Why did you never say anything?”
Xe shrugged. “Well when you first made it for me, I didn’t know you that well and it was a bit embarrassing to bring up. But then I kinda turned it in my favor and got into sex work, so… yeah.”
“So glad I could be your catalyst,” she said flatly.
“Anyways—if I heard her correctly,” xe pointed at Caera, “who’s this other cousin you fucked?”
“By the gods, I’m disowning you both!” Witch declared as she picked up her pace and started marching ahead of all us.
Caera sidled up to Quendi. “So it was her main hookup’s late-wife’s adopted cousin.”
“What the fuck?” Xe shook xir head and called up to Witch, “Trying to stretch that connection thin much?”
Witch stopped and whipped around. “It wasn’t intended! I knew Imdes well before I met Valzok, but I didn’t know their connection till after Val and I got together!”
Quendi’s face brightened with so much delight. “Blessed gods, that Imdes?” Witch’s body language said it all. Xe cackled again. “About damn time you jumped on that.”
“Can we stop talking about my sex life now?” Witch pleaded.
“That entirely depending on if you’re gonna hook up with more people on this vaca,” Caera said with a saucy little wiggle. “Us included—I’m absolutely putting that out on the table now, so bow out now if you’re not game.”
“Disowned.”
With a dramatic flair, Caera draped herself on Witch’s shoulders and pouted her lip. “But Mistress, I brought all of my attachments.”
“Extra disowned!” Witch shrugged her off and yet again started walking faster to separate herself from us.
“You have attachments?” Quendi asked, reasonably confused.
“Perks of the doll I possess: I have interchangeable genitals.”
“Oh shit? Well fuck Witch, I’m adopting you now,” xe laughed.
They all got along so well. Banter flowed easily between them.
And then there was me, silently hanging out in the back of the group, only watching, not contributing anything. I was the odd one out for multiple reasons… but I did my best to hide it. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. So I put on the usual soft smile I wore and continued to follow.
But when we settled into our private cabin on the train, I was called out. Discretely at first. Witch leaned over and whispered to me, “Everything okay? You seem tense.”
“Oh, no no no. I’m fine,” I reassured, waving my hands dismissively.
“You don’t need to hide things from me, Theo.” She placed her hand on mind. Squeezed. She was close enough to kiss and her warmth was so inviting. “This vacation is for all of us to enjoy.”
“Well, I… You see. I’ve never… I can’t…” The words weren’t coming out. I’ve never admitted this to anyone. I’ve never had anyone who I felt admitting it to. I steadied myself, then tried again. “I can’t have sex. Penetration, even just fingers, is too painful. So…”
“Shit, and we just spent this whole time talking about sex. I’m so sorry, Theo. We’ll definitely change topics. Sorry.”
“No. Please. It’s okay. I don’t mind hearing about it. I just… can’t relate to any of your stories.” And this was when I noticed the other two were absolutely listening in. Oh no. I did my best to hide in my fluff. Ugh! The vacation hadn’t officially begun yet and I’ve already embarrassed myself.
The others whispered a bit, then Quendi and Witch excused themselves from the cabin. Caera moved to sit beside me. “If you’ll permit me, there’s something I’d like to try with you.”
“Try what?”
Her doll went limp then she spoke from my other side. “To pleasure you. You see, when I move through someone...” I felt a tingly warmth in my right shoulder. Then it vanished. “They feel it. And I can make you feel it a lot.”
I was beyond overwhelmed. This was all so sudden. Did they all really think I could say yes to this so easily? I wasn’t like them. I couldn’t just hook up with a friend.
Could I…?
“I… We can try.”
Caera hummed in delight. Her warmth soon filled me in a way I was not used to. For the first time, I didn’t feel any pain. What I did feel though… It gave me the heady feeling like when I fly; the shiver of a new winter breeze; the lethargy of lying in the summer sun. With every shudder and whimper, the sensations grew more intense. Caera definitely knew what she was doing. I started to feel tingly, and the squirming need to… relieve myself. Was this normal? It was all such a mix of new sensations and emotions, I had trouble focusing on letting myself enjoy it all—were all of these feelings supposed to be enjoyed? I wanted to enjoy this. I really did. And I didn’t want my first time to end so quickly.
But this was too much at once.
“O-ooh, slow down slow down slow down,” I gasped with shuddering breaths. Caera immediately backed off, shifting back into her doll. “I… I think I need to go much more slowly. Everything just feels like… a lot right now.”
“No worries,” she reassured. “I did kinda just dive into the deep end with everything. Appologies.” Her warmth began swirling in lazy strokes up and down my inner thighs. “I do enjoy a slow, drawn-out edge. Do you want to hold off on further play until the hotel?”
“That would be preferable.” Then I thought like them. “Though, if you’re only doing this, I… I might be able to handle it.”
Caera smiled wickedly at me. Her warmth left again as she got up and went to call the other two back. She returned to her seat next to me. She took out a book, inconspicuously holding in her lap and hunching over to read it, all while she started casually teasing me again. This pace was much easier to handle. I could even hold a conversation with all of them while Caera did it.
I had a new understanding of some of the stories I’ve heard about my companions’ exploits. This discrete play was exciting.
CAERA:
“Caera, stop working. This is a vacation,” Witch said as she stretched out and tested one of the beds. “Relax.”
Her words did not stop me as I put away everyone’s clothes in the wardrobe and toiletries in the bathroom. “Providing service is relaxing for me, Mistress.”
“Fine. But no titles at least.”
I chuckled to myself. We’ll see how she feels when we surely hookup during this trip. Thinking about it, Quendi would probably be into titles. What ones did xe use though? I’d need to ask about that soon. For now, I focused on making sure everyone settled in before we got to the enjoyable parts of the vacation. And not just the sex. Now that Theo dipped her toes into our slutty pool, I couldn’t wait for her to wade in deeper—especially with how cute and sweet her reactions were. And feeling those reactions… being a ghost had its perks.
Once we were unpacked, we got ready to go to the beach. Well, just three of us; Theo wasn’t fond of prolonged sun exposure and also wanted to take a nap. I guess I wore her out a bit on the train ride. I insisted Witch and Quendi put on sunscreen before getting dressed—to properly protect their skin. I was more than happy to help both of them. Witch quickly finished, because she refused to let me rub in the sunscreen all on my own. I got to apply Quendi’s all on my own at least. Xir scales were so smooth. When I asked about if xir scales could get sunburned, xe explained that it was more so to protect xir scales from drying out and exacerbating their condition. I made sure to take extra care to rub xem with extra care. Witch offered additional assistance but I shooed her off. It was time for me to start bonding with her friend. With my newfriend. Quendi seemed to delight in the attention too.
“Should we just give you two the room for a couple hours, or what?” Witch teased as she leaned against the doorframe, giving us a look.
“I do have some self-control, you know,” I sassed back.
“Says the one who offered to ghost-fuck Theo on the train ride here.”
Well… I had no defense for that.
I finished up and we headed out. I had been to the beach a few times before with Annika. So many things were different now. Especially me. When we reached the sand, I was ready to lay out towels and put up the umbrella, but a different feeling hit me.
The large span of the roaring ocean stopped me in my tracks. It had been so long since I was this near such a mass of water. It left me feeling… I couldn’t put words to it.
Witch grabbed my arm and started pulling me back. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think,” she instantly apologized. “Let’s go to the spa instead.”
I was too frozen in the white noise of my thoughts to respond. The fog cleared by the hotel lobby. I pulled back, just enough to get Witch to stop dragging me along. The two of us quietly stood there as Quendi caught up. Xe was the one who broke the ice. “What’s going on? Why’d we bolt back inside?”
I could feel Witch’s gaze bouncing between us, unsure if she should speak up. This wasn’t a topic I was expecting to talk about during this trip. We found a quit nook off to the side. Then I told Quendi.
“I didn’t think the ocean would bother me so much. I know that it makes sense that it would but it was just… never something I thought about. I’ve never been around any substantial bodies of water since—until now. And when we decided on this vacation to the beach, I only thought about my past trips with my previous Mistress.”
“I still feel bad for not even thinking about it,” Witch said. “We can forgo all the beach-stuff and come up with something else. There’s plenty else in this city to do.”
Her concern was warming. I knew she’d do everything she could to help me—or any of us—to be at ease. To feel safe. I shook my head and answered her, “I don’t want to ruin this for everyone; I’m perfectly fine sitting out of some activities. I’ll find some other—”
“It’s not going to ruin our vacation to make accommodations for you,” she cut me off. “Especially ones I should’ve considered from the very beginning.”
“I’m going to interrupt here,” Quendi spoke up, “and feel free not to answer but—is there a specific aspect of the ocean that’s triggering you?” Xe threw a glance at Witch. “Something we could figure a workaround for?”
I closed my eyes and really thought on it. What made this different than when it rained? Than drawing a bath? Than being elbow deep in a basin of laundry?
Finally, I answered. “I think… it’s the vastness. The sheer mass of it all, with it’s roaring and coldness.” I shivered involuntarily, thinking about the river. “I guess being able to feel temperature within this doll has some drawbacks.”
Witch and Quendi exchanged another glance. They had been whispering to each other while I had been thinking too. It was the train all over again. Quendi took my hand and started leading me away, saying xe had something xe needed my help with. I glanced over my shoulder and watched Witch leave the hotel. All my questions about either of their plans were ignored. I resigned to letting Quendi drag me back up to our suite.
“Okay, tell me what’s going on already,” I demanded.
Quendi held up a finger then dug through some of xir things. Xe tossed me xir slate. And also started changing clothes. “I want you to help me with a photoshoot.”
“And while you’re distracting me with this, what is dear Witch up to?”
Xe held up a single finger to xir lips, then finished sliding xir top off over xir head. “Is that what you want to focus on right now?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “Alright, I concede. How may I serve you, Dearest?” I asked with a flourishing curtsy.
“Be a good little pervert and start taking photos.”
“Any certain type you’d prefer, Dearest?”
Xe shook xir head dismissively and crossed xir arms, squishing xir boobs together. “Whatever you feel like. It’ll be nice to see the kind of set new eyes will come up with.”
“Mmm. And does the photographer get to keep a copy of the shoot?”
Xe moved in close and ran a hand down the center of my chest, xir fingers hooking into the band of my skirt. “Not all. But I don’t mind sending some of the best ones over. And of course you’d get any that you end up in as well.”
“Oh?” I raised the slate above us as I untied the drawstring on my skirt in one, swift jerk and pulled away from xem far enough to—hopefully—get a good shot of xir breasts and my dick now sticking up out of my skirt. “And to what extent can I be in these pictures, my Dearest?”
“As long as you stop when I say stop, you’re free to experiment and find out.”
How did Witch not introduce us sooner?
I gently pushed xem back onto xir mobility aid. Xe settled in, coiled xir tail up, and waited expectantly for what I’d do next. I stepped out of my skirt—now pooled around my ankles—and moved in closer. I began poking and teasing xir boobs with my dick. Taking a few pictures as I did[EC1] . Then I slid it between, let out a little lube, and started fucking xir tits. Xe helped by squishing them together. I squirted out a bit more lube to make xir tits even slicker and shinier.
“Convenient. Can you squirt anything else?”
“The cum lube is for later, Dearest.”
Quendi leaned forward and stuck out xir tongue, flicking it across my tip as I thrusted towards her face. “How much do you have?”
I laughed. “Hopefully enough to sate your greedy ass.”
“As a naga, I technically don’t have an ass,” xe sassed.
“And here I was looking forward to spanking you.”
“Well, there are other things you can spank.”
I reached forward and ran my fingers through xir hair, cupped the back of xir head, and started guiding xem down on my dick. Xir mouth obligingly opened wide. Didn’t break eye contact. Took me down to the base. “I guess it’ll depend on how long Witch takes to see if I get to or not.”
I kept my hand on the back of xir head, but didn’t have to do any work. Xe was very good with bobbing up and down on me all on xir own. But how was xir gag reflex? Timing it with xem putting back, I elongated my cock. Then I pushed xir head down. Xir wide eyes flashed up at me, shocked by both my action and the sudden size change. But xe didn’t struggle. Beyond the initial gag as xir throat bulged and adjusted to accommodate me, xe continued to easily take me to my base.
Things got a lot more slobbery. And loud. Quendi was really getting into it and started moaning. I was enjoying the show too much to care if we woke Theo, or if Witch was back yet—and oh what a show it was. Xe really knew how to capture and direct one’s focus. Hopefully the photos I was taking were up to xir standards.
If not, then I guess we’d have to reshoot.
Speaking of shooting… I fisted my hair in xir hair, gentle tugged xir head back, then made a pretty mess all over xir pretty face. Xe posed for me. First looking still lost in a lusty daze; then smiling like a pleased cum slut. Xe caught a bit that dripped off xir face and licked it off their fingers.
“Wait—this is flavored?!”
I laughed. “Yeah. Why not?”
“How have I never thought of flavoring my cum lube before? I’m definitely doing this now. You need to tell me what you use.”
“Yeah yeah, shut up you hoes,” Witch interrupted. We both looked over at her. She was just standing up, so she had to have been here awhile—voyeur. “Whenever you’re ready, Ceara, I have a potion I want you to try. But first,” she walked up to me and opened her palm; in it were some petals, each a different color, “pick one.”
“Pink.”
She added the petal into a potion bottle, swirled it around as she said some magic words, then handed it to me. “This should help you deal with the ocean. It’s temporary, so I’ll be making more while we’re here. So don’t hesitate to let me know of any alterations it needs.”
“So this is what Quendi was distracting me from.”
“Very much so, because I was making it in the bathroom.”
I raised an accusatory brow at her. But I didn’t tease her this time; I was too touched by her love and kindness. Yet again she’s done so much for me. I held the bottle to my chest. “Thank you.”
“Sooo, are we not going to do anything else?” Quendi spoke up.
Witch raised both her hands, palms out, and started walking towards the door. “My job is done, so I’m going to the spa. Y’all do what you want.” And she left.
I looked at Quendi, watched a large drop of the cum lube drip off xir cheek onto xir boobs. “Yeah… I’m not done with you yet.”
Xe smiled wide. “Mmm. And what do you have planned for me next?”
Good question. I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to do with xem next. I didn’t want to bring out all the surprises on the first day here. And I didn’t want to push xem too much, since I didn’t know all xir limits yet. I went to my bag and dug out a hank of rope.
“Oh. No rope,” xe apologized. “I have silk sashes in my bags if you want to restrain me. If you need to knot them, they have to be against whatever you tie me to, not my body.”
“Very well, Dearest.” With the proper restrains in hand, I guided xir into position, then draped the ribbons over xir wrists and tail.
“You’re not gonna tie them?”
“I don’t need to tie you down to restrain you. I’m sure you’ll behave perfectly well and stay how I’ve arranged you.” Xe smiled excitingly. We’ll see how long that smiled lasted once I actually started.
I ran my fingers down over xir abdomen, the start of their scaly tail, then back up, gliding them side to side. More so trying to find xir slit than tease xem. But apparently naga could part their slits at will—or xe could at least. I slowly circled the edge of xir lips, spreading xir wetness around. Strands clung to my fingers as I pulled my hand away. I wiped them on my dick.
The look on xir face when I detached my dick was quite amusing. Though it was more fun watching xem fall into bliss as I slowly slid it inside. Pumped it in and out. Pushed it as deep as xir body would yield.
And then left it like that. For ten seconds. Thirty. A minute. Xe squirmed impatiently, being mindful to not disturb the silks. Good. If xe had shifted them, I would’ve waited longer before turning on the vibrator. I sat back on a chair across from xem and composed my expression to not give away each adjustment I made to how my dick moved inside xir dripping pussy. I doubt xe expected just how capable it was when detached from me. All the things I could make it do with just a thought, thanks to some magic Witch helped Thorald with. And so it whirred and whirred. Gentle then strong then gentle again, in no predictable pattern. Then I let it slowly intensify. Getting xem closer to xir breaking point with every panting moan they made.
If we hadn’t already woken Theo from her nap, Quendi definitely did when I finally pushed her to come.
QHENDI:
Witch was a completely different person. In the best of ways. I had noticed it to a degree when she was helping Kashga. Now that we were on vacation and everyone was relaxed, I could really see how she shined. There was more joy lighting up her eyes; less anxiety pressing her small; an all-around confidence that didn’t feel like a façade.
Of course, I also enjoyed how much more openly corrupt she was—and her friend/maid, too. Hearing about some of their escapades while Caera had some fun with Theo on the train, I made it my mission for us to have four-way by the end of this trip. Thinking of ways to make that happen though…
I definitely got distracted and needed some of my own escapades.
This time of year, Negoni was flooded with options. And because of that, I felt picky. And not just for myself. While this trip was planned together, I gave myself the job of Dalliance Coordinator—or, to be more fun, Co-whore-dinator. If I detected any subpar mates, I’d quickly chase them off.
We settled onto the beach and the hunt began. Caera, now able to handle the beach with the help of Witch’s potion, was an absolute showoff. Though I’d be too if I could wear a swimsuit like hers. It was a monokini, barely more than a few stings; but what made it extra interesting was the back part of the crotch was attached to a butt plug—we dubbed it a plugkini. She tried to get Witch to wear a matching one. But Witch refused. For now. She conceded to wear it at some point during the vacation—perhaps I could convince her to take some photos in it, too.
While Caera vamped and flirted, Witch disappeared into the sea. She was far more interested in swimming than getting to know anyone. A shame. But that didn’t stop me from following her eye line when she would surface for air. Like me, she watched Caera off and on. And an orc and elf couple down the way. A selachii surfing the waves—
Ooh, they were fine. Thick with fat and muscle. Surely, they could handle me well. I’d make such a game out of watching them struggle to do so without their rough skin hurting my sensitive scales. Though the real challenge would be them resisting their propensity towards biting. Well… maybe I could handle a little biting.
The subject of my musings started coming out of the water. They waved to someone; I turned to see who.
The only thing better than one fat hottie, was a friend group with more.
The pod was a mix of cetaceans, selachii and selkies—based on the fur peeking out of one’s bag. I could only hope that their group was remotely like ours. Doubtful. But a ho could dream. And fantasize about the gangbang we could have.
Time to break the ice at least. “Hey there!” I called and waved at them. “Care to give me a little help?”
The group exchanged looks, then slowly trickled over. “What can we do or ya?” the black and white cetacean asked.
“Would and of you mind carrying me to the water? My mobile has trouble on the sand, as it is. And I don’t wanna risk it getting damaged by the water.”
“Yeah, sure. No problem.” They picked me up with barely a struggle. Their cool skin on mine sent a shiver through me, making them smirk. I smiled back. I draped my arms around their massive shoulders. To make sure I didn’t fall of course; not because I wanted to slyly touch their arms. “Hey, Brin. Help carry their tail so it doesn’t drag.”
I didn’t bother correcting their pronoun use. Whatever might end up happening between us wouldn’t last long enough to for it to matter. And why argue when more thick arms were holding me? I couldn’t help but giggle in delight. Especially when I met Witch’s gaze and she rolled her eyes at me.
The pod ended up being quite friendly. They unquestionably added me into their little games; and Caera when she soon joined us. Some even flirted with us. Brin, one of the selkie, and Alika, the selachii surfer, invited us to join them at a local club that night. Apparently, it had the best red lounge in town—though, I’d be the judge of that. Caera had never been to one, and so I doubted Witch or Theo had either, which made it even more exciting.
With the addition of a semi-sheer overskirt, we convinced Witch to wear the plugkini to the club that night. Caera almost twinned, but ended up wearing a fishnet bodysuit instead. As expected, Theo was the most conservative of us and wore a flowy, little dress—at least she let us alter it a bit shorter.
We arrived early to pregame before our new friends arrived. Also, so I could teach them the rules of red lounges:
First, consent is key. Violators will immediately be kicked out and banned. One method many lounges—this one included—were adopting was compliance by magical means. There were some mixed feelings on this, but mostly it was praised, especially since the magical leash allowed patron to imbibe in drink and substance.
Second, all red lounge activities stay in the lounge. Often times, the lounges were apart of a larger club, where the main area was for tame enjoyment—music, dancing, intoxicants, and such. Another aspect of this was to refrain from talking about lounge activities outside the lounge. This was more so an unspoken rule of respectable practice.
Third, don’t wear or bring anything you wouldn’t be okay with potentially getting damaged, ruined, or lost. Shit happens. For the most part, this meant clothes were bound to get torn. But don’t wear an heirloom necklace. The enforcers were there to protect your person, not your personal property.
By the time Alika, Brin, and a few new friends of theirs arrived, we were all well buzzed and floaty from drinking. They laughed and asked if they should shotgun some shots too, but I had a better idea. “How about instead, we go to the lounge and you do some body shots off us?” Everyone agreed, of course.
A wristband and a heady rush of magic later, I breathed in the sweet scent of lust. The lounge was already busy. People were bent over all sorts of special furniture, groping and fucking and recovering from multiple orgasms. There was a group of illithids mindfucking whoever came over to them. A bachelorette party was whooping and hollering as they held down the bride-to-be as she got railed—with an eager line waiting for their turn with her. And—ooh, I recognized that clip model; fellow sexworker Brutus—also a selachii—was here with two petite elves, back-to-back with arms linked, currently bouncing on his dicks. By the looks of it, this club allowed filming too. Probably needed special permission, but still. I’d definitely need to come back here.
I excused myself from the group to go make introductions. Though I made no rush to interrupt. It was a free show after all. Between watching the elves fuck themselves more and more mindless, and glancing at my friends to see Alika throw Witch over his shoulder as Caera laughed and spanked her ass a bunch, then pulled aside the crotch of Witch’s plugkini and licking her exposed cunt—oh, it was just what I needed to get in the mood.
Brutus caught me staring. He smiled, grab the two elves in his giant hands, and made more of a show of them. Their moans and screams drowned out the music. His eyes closed as he focused on giving in to the rush. And then he was gushing everywhere. I wasn’t expecting the glyph on the floor that lit up as his cum overflowed out of the elves; but given how watery selachii cum tended to be, it made sense to magically control the mess.
A couple handlers helped the elves down and carried them to the recovery nook. As they left Brutus’s little VIP area, he motioned me in, smile even wider than before.
“Well, well. If it isn’t the Clip Qing xemself.”
Now it was my turn to have a smile fill my face. “Ah, so you know me too? I’m flattered.”
“Is it weird to say that I often watch your clips before filming?”
I laughed and playfully slapped his shoulder. My hand deliberately lingered. “Dude! Same! Bloody stars, we should really duo.”
“Oh yeah?” he smirked. His fingers drew lazy circles along the hand I still had on his bicep. “When were you thinking of doing it?”
“How long do you need to recover?”
His laugh shook the room. “Let me rehydrate and I should be good soon enough. Especially with some encouragement.”
He motioned to a bartender as I settled in. I angled myself so I’d have a good view of where the other settled into. Witch already had Alika’s fingers buried deep in her cunt. Caera was softly praising Theo as she got her to switch her panties for a special c-string lined with a magical kelp that would stimulate her, no penetration required. I’d need to keep an eye on her. The kelp activated with heat, so it’d be a little bit before it started kicking in. And the hotter she got, the hotter the show would get.
Brutus followed my gaze. “Found a better show than me?”
I made a dismissive gesture. “They’re my friends. I just wanna make sure they’re having a good time.”
He sidled over to lean in and whisper, “Is it their joy that you love watching, or knowing you’re corrupting them more by bringing them here?”
I gave him a knowing look. He certainly could flirt. With a well-earned, smug laugh, he sat back across from me as the bartender brought over a pitcher of water. We didn’t need to discuss what to do next. I stripped off my top, made a show of groping my body, teasing and fingering my slit. He drank it in, as he drank his water, and slowly stroked his cocks back to attention.
I could feel people watching us. Using our performance as part of their foreplay. And as tempting as it was to watch them watching us, or to see what my friends were doing now, I held Brutus’s sultry gaze. It was almost like a staring contest. But instead of a contest of who would blink first, it was who would give in and make the first move.
We caved at the same time. More-or-less. Given my mobility limitations, he of course made the physical move; we both had such needy, wanting gazes at that point that I would’ve slithered on top of him if I could.
As he lined himself up, I heard him say under his breath, “Fuck. This is such a dream.”
I laughed, dug my fingers into his hips, and pulled him into me as I thrusted upward. He shuddered and cursed again as he slid in. I gave him back control. Sliding my hands up his delicious, fat bod. He quickly found his pace. Fuck—it was so good to be so filled. No one really made bipene toys that filled me and felt the way two proper dicks did.
As much as I wanted to watch him fuck me, I let my eyes slip closed. Let myself be washed over by bliss. I slipped into the first stage of whorish mindlessness. With every pounding thrust, every grunt and moan, every desperate grope and squeeze and kiss and lick, our lust grew. His fingers entered my mouth and I instinctively started sucking them. His skin was rough on my tongue.
As my mind started to slip deeper, Brutus cursed again. “Fuck, you feel too good. I’m gonna cum.”
Well… that was a bit disappointingly fast. But I pushed the thought away to not sour the mood—he still felt fucking great. My nails dug into his shoulders as his pace grew more desperate. Right before his climax hit, he wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me close and biting my shoulder, then shuddered hard as he flooded my pussy.
We took a moment to recover. The bartender already had another ice cold pitcher of water brought over. After polishing off two glasses, he said, “Gotta say—it’s a helluva difference between fucking someone naturally inclined for bipenile penetration, and those who are not.”
I smirked. I would’ve laughed if I had the energy, but I was still in a hazy mindset. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were trying to cover your low-stamina ass.” He choked a bit on his water and looked away sheepishly. “Awwwe, are you that embarrassed that you came so, so quickly?” I teased. “Do I need to help train you to last longer?”
He shut his eyes and growled at me. He was smiling, though. and his dicks twitched from the degradation. “How long are you staying in town again?”
WITCH:
I didn’t have many solid thoughts for this vacation, and it continued to be like nothing I could’ve planned for. But it was what I needed. It had been so long since I had a real break from working. And it had been a while since I had quality friend-time with the others.
Plus, the casual hookups were a fun change. Most of my sex had become either work related, or came from a handful of close acquaintances. I didn’t mind all that. But it was nice to just have some mutual fun and not think about having to ever interact with the person again afterwards.
But even through all the fun, there was something that kept tugging at me. Beckoning me to return home. I had never really felt homesick before, so it was strange to now. Though I guess that spoke to how much I had come to cherish Arvos and my little pocket in it. I finally felt comfortable setting root.
Our last proper day in Negoni was languid. Our most restful day, by far. After a breakfast of pastries and mimosas, we all did our own thing. I spent most of my time in the ocean. Swimming had become a new love of mine, though it wasn’t something I got much to do in Arvos. The public pool was too chaotic for me. And visiting Aero and Willow to use their communal pool was a journey I didn’t always want to make—it also felt weird to visit them just to use the pool. Perhaps I’d have a private pool built.
Thinking of construction made me think of Val. And thinking of him put me in a mood I couldn’t put a name to for weeks now. I brought it up in therapy when I first noticed it, but we didn’t dive too much into it—I wanted to try to reflect and figure it out as much as I could on my own first.
So far it felt like I had done anything but. Though—some progress—I now noticed that homesick feeling creeping in when I thought about him.
I dove down, touched the sand, then surfaced. And repeated five more times. As a warm buzz tingled through my muscles, I focused on sorting my emotions.
I really liked Valzok. Perhaps I was even ready to call it love. Which was a major step for me. Another major step was how I was thinking of handling it.
A shiver jolted through me as some extra slimy seaweed touched my leg. I freaked out, broke my tread and started to choke on water as I slipped under the surface. The ocean latched onto me as much as this arrant patch of seaweed did. Shit. I was panicking. I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs, nor the water fully out. My chest and throat burned.
More seaweed gripped around me. No—not seaweed. Seaweed couldn’t squeeze like this. And I couldn’t see clearly with all the waves splashing in my eyes. Well whatever it was, I was hating it more than the seaweed because it was making it impossible to move.
Then the water stopped splashing my face so much. Stopped choking my lungs. My adrenaline started ebbing. I was finally able to process that the something that was squeezing me was a someone. An inkdine. I was having a quick one-eighty about the tentacles squeezing me now.
“Ya’ right?” they asked. I nodded, not trusting my throat could handle talking yet. They smiled crookedly. “Good. Hate ta fail my job first day. Got a bit too south there; the clingas really get ya’ here this time’a year.”
Ah. They were a lifeguard. A lifeguard with a cute accent and a cute young face fresh from secondary. I could hear Caera and Quendi’s voices whispering in my ear to corrupt them. Given that I was already tightly tangled in their tentacles—it was tempting. I could just wiggle a certain way, try to get their grip to slip a little to less respectable spots. Could I get my swimsuit to slip too? Hmm… this daydream was getting dangerous. I didn’t even know their name, pronouns, or if they were accepting of advances. “Thank you,” I croaked.
Their smile was one of the most genuine, joyous things. “Glad your good. Let’s get ya’ back ta shore. Mind ya’ breathin’ with the waves.”
There were other things I would like to mind. But not drowning was more important than being acutely aware of their tentacles still wrapped around me.
And the giant wave growing behind us, carrying a bunch more of that clingy seaweed, about to crash down on us.
I cursed. They looked back and also cursed. We both took a deep breath right before it hit us. And while the wave helped push us closer to the shore, we were now covered in seaweed.
After a brief moment of both of us trying and failing to rid ourselves of the seaweed while also staying above the water, we agreed they would focus of keeping us afloat while I handled the clingy pest.
The first few were the trickiest. We were too stuck together for me to reach most of them, so my first focus was gaining more mobility. I wiggled a bunch, stretching and reaching as much as I could. Definitely didn’t need to squirm around as much as I did; but fuck—the hitches in their breathing, and the little gasps they tried to hold back as I move certain ways… it was cute how much they tried to not get flustered.
Such a wicked witch, I was.
Gradually, I got most of them off our torsos, but there were a few that were more stubborn than all the rest. Including the ones stuck to my bikini top. “Are you gonna be comfortable if I take my top off?”
“W-what?”
Yeah, I probably should’ve offered more context before asking that question—though the pulse of tightness in their grip was worth the confusion. “Trying to get these things off my suit is impossible. They’re like glued to the fabric. It’s gonna be easier to just sacrifice this suit and take it off.”
“I-I… if you’re ‘kay with it, by all means. Do what ya’ gotta.” They turned their head, adamantly giving me what privacy they could. Aside from the lingering glance out the corner of their eye as I started adjusting and slipping off my top. I pretended not to notice. But I did brush and press my chest against them needlessly more than before.
I began working on de-weeding our lower halves. It took some coordination of them helping me back to the surface when I needed air. But I quickly grew concerned with how much they flinched as I removed the seaweed now.
“Are you okay?” I asked. They still kept their head turned so it was hard to read them. “Does it hurt when I remove them?”
They cleared their throat as they searched for words. “Well, uh… no. It doesn’t hurt. It uh… honestly, it actually…”
I connected the dots. Oh, to be so innocently shy again. “Turns you on?” I suggested coyly.
Their tentacles squeezed me again. I leaned over to view their face, noticed them biting their lower lip. They nodded.
“Would it be easier if I was more intentional with turning you on?” They snapped their gaze to mine and started stammering, failing to form an answer. I quickly explained myself, “It’s perfectly okay to say no. Especially since you are technically on the job right now. I just thought that since this is stimulating regardless, perhaps we don’t fight it?”
“Well…” They notably swallowed, looked at the shore then at me. “I just can’t be caught, a‘right? We’re gon’ have ta keep more in the depths here ta not be noticed. The waves’ll tousle us ‘bout more, but…” they trailed off.
“Then I guess you better keep good hold of me.” I smirked then submerged again.
Now as I pried the pest off, I took the time to let my hands grope around their body, tease their tentacles, and rub my body against theirs. Their shivers were no longer restrained. It made the primary task more difficult as they twitched and shuddered about. But of course, it was worth it. Every time I resurfaced for air, their eyes fluttered more helplessly shut; their breaths grew faster and quaked with pleasure; and their grip on me grew tighter as other tentacles reciprocated.
But then their grip grew tight enough to break bone—at least it felt that intense. As air was forced out of my lungs, a plume of black ink darkened the water around us. Their hold on me went lax, and I had to cling my arms around them.
“Fuck,” they panted. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
I scoffed. “Sorry for coming? Why?”
“Well, uh… ya’ skin is gonna be stained for ‘while.”
Oh. “Noted. Guess I should find you again the next time I want a temporary tattoo.”
They did not enjoy my joke as much as I did… I liked them better when they were all shy and restrained.
Relieved of the last pesky seaweed clump, and close to shore now, they finally released me from their tentacled grip. And oh boy was I covered in sucker marks. It surprised us both. Growing flustered again, they instantly started apologizing. They swiftly made their way to the beach to get me a towel to cover up the marks and my bare chest and ink-stained skin. I couldn’t help but laugh about it.
We wrapped up our vacation at Quendi’s family home. Quendi, of course, teased Kashga whenever we were all in the same room. He’d promptly leave each time. He was no match for his cousin’s humiliation, especially when Caera caught on and made things worse by getting handsy with me. I felt bad for him; but it was delightful to see him flustered.
Tete was pleased to have more life in the riad. Most of the time. Before she went to bed, she warned us not to get too loud while she slept. The first night we managed to keep things down. But the second…
“I’m gonna ask Valzok out,” I said into the dark room a beat after we all settled into our beds.
“Wait. I thought you were already fucking him?” Quendi questioned.
I rolled my eyes. “I mean ask him to be official. To be… my partner. Not just a fuckbuddy I’m too scared to give a title to.”
The three of them started cheering, both happily and suggestively. “Oh my! Our little Witch is all grown up,” Quendi teased. “Getting herself a partner.”
Caera dramatically added, “Before you know it, she’ll be kicking us out so she can be all alone with her new partner.”
“By the stars—shut the fuck up,” I said, trying not the laugh. “He hasn’t even said yes yet.”
“Bitch you know he will!”
“Oh definitely,” Theo agreed.
“I was gonna add that I wouldn’t kick y’all out, but if you’re ganging up on me too, Theo, then maybe I will.”
She absolutely glomped me, smothering me into her chest fluff. So soft, so warm, so suffocating. Her laughter shook me. “Oooh, it’s so cute when you threaten us. As if you could actually send me away and never get to snuggle me like this again.”
“You’re lucky I love you,” I mumbled, not that I could be understood. Caera joined in on the smothering. Though she was nothing compared to Quendi wrapping around and squeezing us—only for a couple of seconds, but it was enough to really force the air out of me. Xe groaned as xe climbed back into xir bed, dismissing the assured repercussions of the action.
Not much sleep was had that night. Probably less than any other night of our vacation. Tete yelled at us to keep quiet. Which, of course, made us fight back giggles, like school children. When we snuck out of our room for some late-night swimming, we ran into Kashga. He wordlessly turned around and went back to his room. Not without giving me a look first. Too bad for him that I’d be leaving the following day, and the only dick I was desiring was the orc’s with whom I wanted to take a step forward in our relationship.
I couldn’t wait for everything that I’d be returning to.
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#monster love#exophilia#monster love fiction#exophilia fiction#monster fucker#monster x human#Bewitching Monsters#my writing
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curtain call
Word count: 545
Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40114101
You were dreading this day. The betrothal to the arrogant heir of the neighboring kingdom. Everyone in your chambers were tutting about how it was the most ideal union, one to bring security and even more heirs. You hid your shudders at their insinuations and kept the forced smiled plastered on your face.
You didn’t even feel in control of your body as you walked past the nobles to stand before the official and haughty ruler of the neighboring kingdom.
“Can we get on with this? The sooner, the better and the quicker we can get to MY coronation over the lands.” That jarring, sneering voice made you clench your fists and your tongue as well.
You grimaced through your smile as the official tied the silken rope between your and his hands. The words were nothing but a buzz in your ear until you heard a lowly chuckle. As it grew louder, the audience and families in attendance gasped in horror as the cackling grew louder.
A cloud of smoke apparated before you and the now cowering prince, heart beating in anticipation. Before the crowds stood he, notorious mage and warlock of the Southern Mountains, Israfel. A pillar that towered over the rest, intricate markings covering him from head to toe, and the regal robes that he was fond of.
“Seems as if I came at the right moment! All this for a party and I was never invited? Such rudeness!!”
Despite the soldiers’ desperate charges, Israfel made quick work of them and the excuse of a fiancée. Grabbing you into his broad arms, you shrieked out, seeing if anyone would make an attempt to save you.
You barely had time to see your family’s faces of horror before disappearing between the clouds. When you came to in the castle Israfel made his abode, you slowly took in the sight of him before breaking out into a fit of laughter.
“Really?? Was such a ceremony such cause for dramatics?”
You could feel the rumble in his chest as his laughs echoed throughout the castle chambers. “Well, I had to play it up since last time. Couldn’t exactly break character, my love.”
You held onto your sides as you leaned into his broad shouldered form, looking up at him with those rosied cheeks. One of his hands lazily traced the side of your face as he brushed aside a lone strand of hair. Looking up at him, you could lose yourself in the forest that was his eyes. Beckoning you to a life of freedom that you always craved away from the ivory tower.
“There they are. Striking as ever with that smile.”
Leaning down, your lips joined his as he worshipped you for the time that was afforded. You could feel him smile into the kiss as you weaved your fingers through the locks of his hair.
“Well, while we’re both stuck here for some time, what’s on your mind?” The suggestive piqued eyebrow from him left butterflies in your stomach.
“I could think of quite a few things. Only if you intend to drag this out as long as you want.”
You turned to face him, wrapping both arms around his neck with a mischievous grin. “Where else would I be? A wedding?”
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The Dragon’s Keeper
“I…” her face felt hot against clammy palms. “I’m sorry. I’ve never said that out loud before. I never wanted to hurt his feelings.”
“Sounds as if you guarded his feelings more than he guarded yours.” Oran nabbed a cookie. “That kind of relationship only lasts if one person is willing to let themselves be trampled upon and I don’t take you for a doormat, Annaliese.”
“You barely know me,” she whispered.
“I know that everyone else Helena brought to me nearly pissed their pants when I told them no. None stood up and argued for a position here. None showed passion.” Oran leaned across the table, golden eyes capturing hers. “And the books have only ever reacted to you. Trust me, they’re even pickier than I am somedays.”
#WIP Wednesday#The Dragon's Keeper#monster romance#romance#monster boyfriend#dragon boyfriend#original work#original fiction#exophilia fiction
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"No one would be able to take a dick that big and not get hurt—"
Honey, you're dealing with monster porn about demons and tentacles and shit; are you really drawing the realism line there? Sorry about you but me and my fantasized body are built different.
#text#spicy#terato#exophilia#like i get not being into over-sized dicks in art/fiction but don't rain on MY parade pal
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fairy(she/her) x orc(he/him)
cw: size kink, mutual marsturbation, bit of degredation
mutual masturbation, the fairy sitting against the headboard, fucking herself with a dildo that’s just a liiiittle too big and the orc on his knees hovering in front of her, jerking off at the sight of her struggling to take the dildo
the orc is taunting her, “awe pretty baby, is it too much? how are you ever gonna be able to take me? can’t even take this fake cock, look at the mess you’re creating,”
and the fairy is soooo filled up, tummy bulging, and brain empty. can’t even answer him except for a couple of moans and whimpers at his words
it’s all too much for the fairy so the orc has to take over, fucking the dildo into her at a punishing pace as she’s bent over his knee, she’s so wet and messy, juices running down her legs and creating wet spots on the sheets,
he’s making her come AT LEAST 3 times before using her wetness to finish himself off, cumming all over her stomach and chest
after he’s covered her in his come he takes the dildo again, coats it in his cum and starts fucking her with it again, “gotta get this in your sweet cunt where it belongs, don’t you think darling?”
#exobunny.#bunnydreams.#fairy x orc#fairy x orc smut#monster smut#monster writing#monster fiction#exophilia#terato
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Male Drider/Female Reader
SFW
Wordcount: 3,430
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You're invited to a masquerade ball, hosted by the mysterious Lord Iskinder. A mysterious drider catches your eye, and it turns out that these two may have more in common than you think.
You stood at the edge of the ballroom hosted by the mysterious Lord Iskinder, the grandeur of the space unfolding before you like a scene from a storybook. Opulent chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, their light cascading over the guests and illuminating the room with a warm, golden glow. The walls, adorned with golden tapestries and gilded mirrors, echoed the laughter and music that filled the air.
Around you, the guests danced, the epitome of elegance and grace, their masks glinting in the light from the tall windows. Feathers, jewels, and intricate patterns disguised familiar faces, adding an air of mystery and intrigue to the evening.
Your own mask, a delicate creation of lace and pearls, felt like a second skin, its design both concealing and revealing. It was a perfect blend of mystery and allure, designed to intrigue yet allow you to blend seamlessly into the crowd.
Iskinder lingered in your mind as you navigated through the throngs of dancing couples and clusters of chatting nobles. The ball was a rare occasion where the norms of society could be bent, where one could indulge in the freedom of anonymity.
Amidst the swirl of gowns and the soft rustle of silk, your attention was caught by a figure unlike any other. The mystery man was a drider of remarkable presence, standing on the fringes of the dance floor. His upper body was that of a man, his skin a rich, dusky hue that complemented his flowing black hair; but from the waist down, he was a creature of legend, his eight, elegant legs belonging to that of a pinktoe tarantula.
His mask, a masterful creation of silver and obsidian, framed piercing eyes that seemed to see through the frivolous facade of the ball.
The sight of him, so regal and otherworldly, sent a shiver of excitement down your spine. The ballroom, with its gilded opulence and the sea of masked faces, suddenly seemed to fade into the background. The air around you thickened with anticipation, the moment poised on the edge of something transformative.
The concept of a drider, those beings of legend and whispers, had always seemed like a fanciful tale to you, stories meant to entertain and intrigue. Yet, there he stood, living proof of their existence.
His presence in the heart of high society was as breathtaking as it was unprecedented, drawing curious glances and hushed tones from the surrounding guests. Despite their stares, none dared voice their wonder or disdain aloud; the drider's demeanor, poised and unyielding, commanded respect and held a challenge in its stead, as if daring anyone to question his right to be among them.
As your gaze met his from across the room, the world seemed to tilt slightly on its axis. His eyes, bright as molten gold, burned with an intensity that pierced through the sea of masks and whispered conversations. In that brief exchange, something sparked to life, fleeting yet undeniable.
A flush of warmth crept up your cheeks, and you found yourself looking away, overwhelmed by the sudden depth of emotion that single glance had evoked. Your heart fluttered like a caged bird. It was an unfamiliar sensation, this desire to know more.
When you dared to glance back, hoping for another glimpse of the drider who had so captivated your thoughts, you found only the swirling mass of guests. He had vanished, blending into the crowd with a grace and speed you hadn’t expected.
Seeking respite from the press of the crowd, you drifted towards the refreshments table, the drider man still rattling about in your mind. The clink of glass and the murmur of conversation was a welcome distraction.
As you reached for a glass, the animated voices of two women nearby caught your attention, their topic of discussion sending a shiver of curiosity down your spine.
"... and they say Lord Iskinder, the host of tonight's ball, hasn't been seen by anyone this evening. It's all so mysterious," one woman whispered, her voice pitched with curiosity. "In fact, few have ever seen him at all. Those who have are sworn to such secrecy that no one knows what he truly looks like."
The other woman leaned in closer, her interest piqued. "A reclusive lord hosting a grand masquerade? It's the perfect setting for him to wander amongst us unnoticed. The anonymity of the masks, the mingling of guests... it's all by design, surely."
Your curiosity, already kindled by the encounter with the strange drider, flared into a blaze. With a polite interjection, you joined their conversation. "Excuse me, did I hear you correctly? Lord Iskinder has orchestrated this evening's affair yet remains unseen? How peculiar for a host."
The first woman nodded, her eyes alight with the thrill of gossip. "Indeed, it's the talk of the evening. A lord who is more shadow than substance, his presence felt but not seen. This masquerade could very well be his way of hiding in plain sight, observing his guests from behind the veil of anonymity."
The second woman added with a conspiratorial smile, "Some even speculate that the masquerade is a test of sorts, a way for Lord Iskinder to seek out those with a keen eye or perhaps a kindred spirit, without the constraints of societal expectations."
The idea that the elusive lord might be among the guests, shrouded by the anonymity of his own masquerade, sent a thrill through you. The possibility that the ball was not just a social event but a personal quest for the host, a search for connection amidst the pageantry, gave the night an air of unpredictability.
It was all so romantic, wasn’t it?
With a glass of champagne in hand, you retreated to a quieter corner of the ballroom, the golden liquid sparkling under the chandelier's light as you gently swirled the glass. The conversation with the two women lingered in your mind. The idea that Lord Iskinder might have been mingling among his guests incognito, perhaps even observing you at this very moment, lent an exhilarating edge to the night.
Your mind wandered back to the drider, whose presence had so captivated you earlier. If the women's musings held any truth, and Lord Iskinder was indeed among his guests incognito, then the appearance of such a rare and remarkable creature at the ball was no mere coincidence. Perhaps the drider was one of the lord's exclusive guests, a confidant or even a friend, invited to the ball for reasons known only to them.
With each sip of champagne, the possibilities seemed to expand, the boundaries of the ordinary stretching to encompass the magical and the unknown.
Your contemplation was abruptly shattered by a voice, soft like silk and honey. The unexpectedness of it sent a flutter through your heart, a sensation akin to the gentle touch of a butterfly's wing against your skin.
Lifting your gaze, you found yourself once again locked in the captivating stare of the drider from before. His molten gold eyes, gleaming with an inner warmth beneath the intricate mask, held yours in a gaze that was somehow both soft and so intense, it made your toes curl. The mask, an exquisite piece of craftsmanship, could not conceal the expressiveness of his eyes, nor the gentle curve of his lips that hinted at a smile.
"Would you care to dance?" he asked, his voice weaving through the din of the ballroom to reach you, clear and resonant.
The invitation, unexpected yet undeniably thrilling, sparked a mixture of excitement and apprehension within you. The thought of dancing with someone so fundamentally different, whose very form defied the conventions of the dances you knew, had your heart quickening in intrigue.
"I would be delighted," you replied, the words slipping out almost of their own accord, driven by the allure of the unknown. "Though, I must admit, I'm not entirely sure how to dance with... someone as unique as yourself."
His chuckle, a rich sound that seemed to resonate from deep within, was both reassuring and infectious. "Fear not," he assured you, a playful glint in his eyes. "When one possesses eight legs, one learns to make quite a few adjustments. I shall lead, and all you need to do is follow."
With swift grace, he offered you his hand, his movements as fluid and assured as they were gentle. As you placed your hand in his, the contrast between his strength and the careful tenderness of his touch was striking.
Together, you moved towards the dance floor, the thrum of anticipation building with each step. The crowd seemed to part for us, their curiosity mingled with an unspoken respect for the majesty of his presence.
As you reached the center of the dance floor, the music swelled, a lilting melody that seemed to wrap around you, inviting you to lose yourself in the rhythm. With a grace that took your breath away, he began to move, leading you into the dance with an ease that made your earlier apprehensions seem distant memories.
The world around you faded, the grandeur of the ballroom, the whispering guests, even the constraints of your own body seemed to dissolve in the magic of the moment. Iskinder's movements were a marvel, lithe legs strangely delicate. He was beautiful.
As the dance reached its crescendo, he executed a twirl, his movements orchestrating yours with such skill that you found yourself spinning, the room whirling around you in a blur of lights and colours. In that moment, suspended in the dance, you felt a joyous abandon that had your heart in your throat.
As the momentum of the twirl gently subsided, you found yourself momentarily unsteady, the world still spinning slightly around you. In an instant, one of the drider’ss slender spider legs moved to steady you against his chest. The unexpectedness of the gesture, the feel of his leg against you, might have startled you under different circumstances, but in that moment, it was nothing short of a saving grace.
"I do apologise," he murmured, his voice a soft rumble that resonated through the close space between you. "I sometimes forget how... unconventional my form can be."
You shook your head, a small smile playing at your lips, your heart still racing from the dance and the near fall. "No, I should be thanking you. Without your quick reflexes, I'd have been the evening's spectacle, tumbling across the dance floor."
The thought alone was enough to bring a flush of embarrassment to your cheeks, the imagined titters and whispers of the assembled guests a mortifying prospect. Yet, his next gesture swept away any lingering discomfort.
With a tenderness that took you by surprise, he reached up to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. The contact, brief though it was, sent a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
"You are quite a spectacle, though for entirely different reasons," he said, his voice low, imbued with a sincerity that made you lift your gaze to meet his. In the gold of his eyes, you saw a warmth, an admiration that held you captive, and for a fleeting moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you.
The air between you charged. There was a pull as undeniable as it was unexpected. You found yourself leaning in, drawn by a force you couldn't quite name, the distance between you diminishing with each passing second. The possibility of a kiss, the mingling of breath and the meeting of lips, hovered in the space between you, tantalizing and terrifying in equal measure.
As the reality of the moment, of the public setting and the eyes that might very well be upon you, crashed back in, you took a step back, breaking the spell. The loss of proximity felt like a cold draft, a reminder of the boundaries that society, and your own caution, imposed.
Sensing the shift, Iskinder's expression softened, a note of concern creeping into his voice. "Perhaps you need some fresh air," he suggested, his gaze searching yours for signs of distress.
You shook your head, the rapid beat of your heart beginning to steady once more. "No, truly, I'm fine," you insisted, though the lingering warmth of his touch and the nearness of what might have been left you feeling anything but settled.
Seeing the hesitation in your eyes, he proposed once more, his voice gentle yet insistent. "Perhaps a moment of fresh air would do you good," he suggested, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that made it difficult to look away. "And, should you wish for company, I could join you outside in a few moments. It might afford us the opportunity to converse away from the crowd."
The idea of retreating to the relative solitude of the gardens, especially in the company of such an intriguing figure, sparked a flicker of excitement within you. Yet, the impropriety of the suggestion, the departure from the strictures of decorum that such a meeting would entail, gave you pause.
Sensing your reluctance, he added, "At events such as these, draped in masks and shadows, propriety often takes a back seat to intrigue. We are all here to escape the mundane, if only for a night."
His words, spoken with a confidence that bordered on persuasion, tipped the scales. The allure of stolen moments under the cover of night, away from the prying eyes and whispered judgments of the ballroom, proved too tempting to resist.
Resolved to take a chance on the unexpected, you agreed to meet him outside. Yet, before you could part ways, a sudden thought struck you. "I realise I don't even know your name," you said, a blush colouring your cheeks at the oversight.
With a smile that was both enigmatic and disarmingly genuine, he replied, "My name is Lord Iskinder." The revelation, delivered with a flash of sharp, predatory teeth that glinted in the ballroom's light, sent a jolt of surprise through you.
Lord Iskinder. The enigmatic host of the ball, the subject of whispered speculation and rumour, stood before you, not just a figure of myth but a living, breathing presence.
As the significance of the revelation settled over you, Iskinder offered a nod of acknowledgment, as if he understood the weight of what he had just disclosed. Then, turning delicately, he turned and vanished into the crowd.
As you stepped out into the crisp embrace of the evening air a minute later, the gardens unfolded before you like a scene from a dream. The lawns were bordered by beds of fragrant flowers, their sweet scent mingling with the earthy aroma of the night. Lanterns hung from the boughs of ancient trees, casting a soft, dappled light that danced on the pathways, guiding your steps and painting the scene with an ethereal glow.
Ahead, a gazebo, draped in climbing ivy and delicate blooms, stood as a focal point within the garden's design. It was there, under its latticed roof, that you noticed two orcish women, their forms silhouetted by the lanterns' gentle luminescence. They were locked in an embrace, sharing a kiss as the shorter woman titled her head back.
The sight, tender and unabashed, stirred a curious longing within you, a whisper of wonder about the sensation of Iskinder's kiss, the press of his lips.
Lost in thought, you scarcely noticed the approach of a presence until it was nearly upon you. The air seemed to shift, charged with an anticipation that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Turning, you found yourself once again in the company of Iskinder, his smile ravishing.
Under the moonlight, he appeared transformed. The soft silver light lent an ethereal quality to his features, highlighting the angularity of his face and the deep pools of his molten gold eyes. His hair, a cascading waterfall of black, shimmered with a lustrous sheen. The spider half of his form, though shadowed, moved with a silent grace that was utterly mesmerising.
His voice, when he spoke, was a soft murmur that seemed to caress the night air, a contrast to the visual ferocity of his form. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," he said, his words tinged with warmth.
The sight of him, so formidable yet so gentle, made you squirm. The flash of sharp teeth as he spoke, far from deterring you, only served to heighten the allure. Gods, you wanted to kiss him.
As if attuned to your thoughts, Iskinder leaned in, his proximity erasing the remnants of the evening's chill. The scent of roses, a natural, earthy fragrance that seemed to emanate from his very being, mingled with notes of champagne. His hair brushed against your skin, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine.
The air between you was charged with anticipation, every breath you took laced with the promise of what might come. His eyes, glowing softly in the moonlit garden, held yours with an intensity that seemed to pierce through to your very soul. You found yourself caught in the gravity of the moment, the world around you narrowing to the space where you and Iskinder stood, teetering on the brink of a kiss.
Yet, just as the distance between you dwindled to nothing, as you braced for the contact you both sought and feared, Iskinder pulled back. The sudden absence of his warmth left you momentarily adrift, a silent plea on your lips. He didn't move far; instead, his hand found yours, his grip firm and reassuring as he led you deeper into the garden.
The path wound through the garden, each step taking you further from the ballroom's echoes and closer to a solitude you hadn't realized you craved. When you arrived at a secluded flower garden, embraced by latticed walls that seemed to hold the night at bay, Iskinder stopped. Here, surrounded by the gentle fragrance of blooms and the soft rustle of leaves, he turned to face you once more.
This time, there was no hesitation. Iskinder pulled you into his embrace, his arms encircling you with a strength that was both protective and inviting.
Then, he kissed you.
The kiss was everything and nothing like you'd imagined. His lips were softer than you'd expected, their touch igniting a fire that raced through your veins, leaving you breathless and wanting. The taste of him, masculine and sharp, was tempered by the sweetness of champagne on his tongue.
As Iskinder deepened the kiss, the world around you seemed to dissolve, leaving only the sensation of his mouth on yours, the gentle yet insistent press of his lips, and the intermingling of your breaths. The sharpness of his teeth grazed your lip in a fleeting caress, a thrill of danger that made you sigh almost wistfully.
Finally, necessity compelled you to break the kiss, the need for air pulling you back to the present. You were left breathless, your cheeks flushed with a rosy hue - you knew by how hot you felt, burning up.
Iskinder, ever attentive, placed a lingering kiss at the corner of your lips. His arm remained securely around your waist, sharp nails just grazing your hips.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, the words a tender echo in the secluded garden. The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell.
In a moment of boldness, fueled by the magic of the night and the undeniable bond you felt, you replied, "So are you, Lord Iskinder. Beautiful."
For a moment, Iskinder seemed taken aback, a bashful light touching his eyes. "People rarely call me beautiful," he admitted, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "Yet, coming from you, I believe it."
You reached up to flutter a hand across his cheek, where the cool mask met his skin.
As the night air began to cool, Iskinder pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Shall we go back? I find myself eager to dance with you again, under the watchful eyes of my guests."
The prospect of rejoining the throng of guests, of stepping back into the public eye where the magic of your secluded encounter might fade, filled you with a quiet disappointment.
“Can’t we just stay out here forever?”
Sensing your reluctance, Iskinder offered a compromise, his voice low and inviting. "If you would grant me the honor of your company tomorrow evening, you could return to my home. There, away from prying eyes, we could spend the night… just the two of us."
The invitation sparked a flame of anticipation within you. The promise of more time with Iskinder was an offer too compelling to refuse.
With a grin, you nodded - and stood on your toes to pull him in for one last, lingering kiss.
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Bewitching Monsters - Sleep Paralysis Demon P1
Series Rating: 18+
Chapter Contains: alcohol mention
Pairing: f/?
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“You really didn’t need to do so much for me,” Theo sheepishly said. She was moving in today. While she insisted she’d quickly find her own place, I had no problem with her staying much longer. I already reorganized the first floor, clearing out the area below my loft and hanging a heavy, privacy curtain, as well as the strands of firefly lights I had ordered for her some time ago.
“‘So much’ would’ve been building your own room. Though I do plan on building an addition at some point. So if you’re still here by then, it’s absolutely yours.”
“Witch—”
“Ah buh buh,” I interrupted her, holding up my hand in a stopping gesture. “No arguing.”
“You never offered me my own room,” Caera playfully pouted.
“You would never stay in your own room if you had one! You’d just keep your clothes in there and come sleep in my bed every night like you already do.”
“Look!” she started. I looked at her expectantly but, to no surprise, she did not continue. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs and looked away.
“That’s what I thought.”
Theo’s suppressed laughter finally broke free and filled the room. She was going to be a delight to have around. We continued unpacking her things, drinking some wine, and dancing to music. I needed more days like this. Unwinding with good friends.
Unfortunately, our revelry was cut short. There was a knock at the door—so much for Closed signs. I turned down the music and answered it. “Hello?”
A nervous looking lagomorph greeted me. There were bags under their eyes; I assumed they were looking for a magical sleep aid of some kind. “Sorry to interrupt. I saw the sign, but with Vael still recovering from his morph ritual…” they trailed off. At least they acknowledged their overstep. “Sorry. I should just come back tomorrow.”
Good thing for them I had had just enough wine where I decided to take pity on them. “It’s fine.” I closed the door behind me and motioned to the garden table and chairs. When we sat down, I realized I brought my glass with me. I set it aside and got to business. “What can I do for you?”
“There’s been a sleep paralysis demon visiting me lately. I don’t necessarily want to banish it, but I want to know why it’s visiting me. Can you help?”
“I’ve never handled something like this,” I admitted. I quickly checked in with my Patron to see if I could even handle this sort of situation. Payment options were granted, though cautiously, so I continued, “But I’m willing to try. It might take me awhile to sort out, just to be upfront.”
“That’s fine,” they said with a soft, relieved sigh. “It hasn’t been malicious yet, so I’m not too worried about a quick turnaround. But it has been spiking my anxiety and making it harder for me to get any decent sleep.”
“Alright. Would it be okay for me to come by tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, sure,” they said, surprised. “That sounds good.”
We chatted for a bit longer—I wanted to get back inside, back to enjoying girl’s night, but I couldn’t bring myself to half-ass my work duties. Before Lori left, we talked over the payment. We didn’t settle on one, but since he was okay with the different options I offered, I agreed to finalizing payment later.
The next day, I visited the archive. When I entered, Lybras was lecturing someone at the front desk—a new face; a young-looking dragon with scales that made me think of a sunset. An intern? That’d be exciting. Especially given how I felt their gaze follow me as I passed by, making Lybras snap at them.
There were only a small handful of books on sleep paralysis; even fewer on sleep demons. I gathered them all, and any others that might be helpful. Perhaps Qiriol might’ve been of some help if they were still around. Were dreameaters much different than sleep paralysis demons? Couldn’t hurt to look into. For all I knew, this might not even be a sleep demon, but another kind of shadow creature.
I fell down a research rabbit hole. Lybras had to come kick me out because I lost track of so much time. Fuck—I even skipped lunch. I apologized for my mess, tidied up what I could, then quickly made my way to the Laughing Grove.
Valzok and his coworkers were all there, deep in their drinks already. They talked me into joining them—not that that was difficult. I drew the line at drinking though. I did have work to do tonight. But it was fun to take a long dinner and get a bit rowdy with them all.
I left before they did. The energy drop between leaving the revelry and walking to Lori’s place left me ready for a nap. And I seemed the only one close to sleep.
“Witch! You’re here,” Lori greeted me brightly.
“Good evening.” I followed him inside.
“Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything?”
“Glass of water.” While he went off to get it, I took a casual glance around his place. It was overall sparse, typical for such a young adult. It was also freshly cleaned. And not just dusted. Judging by the large gaps on some of the shelves, the handful of books stacked without visible spines—he’d taken the time to hide things. It made me curious, but I wouldn’t pry.
“So…” Lori started after returning. His ears twitched as he shifted his weight back and forth between each foot. “Usually I… I sleep in the nude. I can totally wear something,” he quickly added. “I usually can’t sleep as well when I do, but I can.”
“It’s fine,” I quickly stopped him. “It doesn’t bother me, so sleep however you’d like. Just let me know when you’re ready for bed.”
I prepped a little area in his bedroom to observe him. I set a protective circle. Lit some candles. Mixed a few drops of a tincture I made yesterday and freshly muddled mint into my glass of water. When Lori was ready for bed, I had him take a drink, then took a drink myself—hopefully this would help connect me to him during the paralysis.
He settled into bed. I settled into a chair. It took around an hour for him to fall asleep. A few more for him to snap awake.
“Lori?”
He didn’t respond. Couldn’t. I stood up and walked up next to him. His eyes shifted from me to then the foot of his bed multiple times. It was here—even though I couldn’t see it. “I acknowledge your presence here,” I said to the empty space I was guessing the demon occupied. “I hope you can understand my words.”
I started to ask it questions. Lori’s attention stayed locked on the demon; I used that to track any movements it made. I made what little notes I could. Hopefully later, Lori could help fill in more. I doubted it could speak with him, which would make this situation easier—payment options like Lori’s were rarely for simple contracts—but with so few ideas of my own, I really hoped that the demon was doing something that could help me.
The paralysis only lasted for about ten minutes. Lori stretched and shook out his body as he sat up in bed. I handed him the glass of water. After he nearly gulped down the entire thing, I asked, “Alright, so what happened?”
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The Dragon’s Keeper
Oran stood outside, an umbrella protecting him from the rain, his golden eyes staring into hers. He pointed at the window and she quickly rolled it down. “May I ask why you’re crying in your car, Annaliese?”
“Um,” –she drew in a shaky breath— “I’m sorry. I just…I can’t decide whether or not to go home, but I don’t have anywhere else to go.” She hated this. She hated how pathetic and wobbly her voice sounded.
"Do you like tea?" he asked.
"What?"
"Tea," he repeated.
"Y-yes." She cleared her throat. “I do like tea.”
“Good.” He gently opened her car door. “Come back to the library, Annaliese. Home will wait.”
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welp
(Disclaimer- this was just an idea I had that I wanted to whip up. And I haven't wrote a thing in years. So this is probably horrible, lol! But this is a fiction, a Y/N x orc fiction that I have had simmering in the back of my mind a while. I may add more or who knows. Depends on if anyone is wanting more ^^.)
The frosty air of mid-winter was sharp and bitter, but not as bitter as my heart. Nor as sharp or rough as the ropes that bound my hands behind my back. “Stand! Do not try anything. It would be a waste of your life.”, a gruff, gravelly voice sliced through my thoughts. I stared at the snow, sitting upon my knees without moving. “Up. Now. There will be no further warning.”, the voice said. I lifted my head, my gaze sliding upward from his boots to his face. He was tall and built like a stone wall. I'd have better chances of fighting an actual wall than this warrior. He narrowed his amber eyes, studying me just as intently. We sized each other up. As he laid his hand to causally rest upon his weapon, I finally moved. Standing up, I glared at the orc. My captor. “There is no sense in me asking where you are taking me, is there?”, I asked, my voice soft. He grunted, then stepped toward me as if to force me to start walking.
“No need. I will follow. I highly doubt I'd get far should I attempt to run, all things considered.”, I turned away to dodge his grasp. Our eyes locked. Finally, he nodded, making a gesture with his hand for me to come along. Noting that his other hand still rested on the handle of his weapon, my steps quickened until I was walking alongside him. “You speak the Shared Tongue.”, I murmured, glancing up at him as we walked through their encampment. I hadn't expected it, but I was grateful for that fact I could talk to someone. “Silence.” I rolled my eyes at his short answer. Deciding that any attempts at conversation was going to yield little in the way of response, I shut my mouth. My eyes scanned the organized rows and formations of the thick-walled tents. There were various tasks being done around the encampment, and the stares thrown my way didn't escape my notice. I felt my skin crawl, as the further we walked the more it dawned on me that I was truly stuck. Caught, with my fate in the hands of strangers.
Wind blew past us, it's howling creating an eerie ambient in the trees that shielded the encampment. I shivered, looking down at the ground. My ears locked onto the sound of his footsteps and mine crunching softly in the snow. 'I don't know what to do. If I run, I will likely die. If I stay...I could still end up dead...' There would be a certain idiotic bravery to attempting to run. Short lived idiotic bravery. Some would call it cowardice. 'I'd call it staying alive...' There was nothing telling me that I would be killed if I stayed, and continued to obey like a trained dog, though. 'There is simply no telling. Unfortunately, even if I ran.....their damn wargs would have me in an instant. Maybe waiting to see what happens would be the best option.'
A voice carrying on the wind arrested my attention. I looked up, peering around my escort. A group of orcs and a male harpy were standing around near a tent, urgently discussing something. It was an unusual sight, several orc warriors and a tall harpy in what seemed to be a heated debate. My heart raced as the sight of white and black speckled plumage fully registered. 'It can't be...It is!' Without thinking, I rushed forward, ducking out of reach of the warrior that I'd been following. “Kili!”, I shouted. The harpy turned his head sharply toward me, surprise and confusion on his face as he finally spotted me running toward him. I continued my mad dash towards my friend, only to yelp in surprise when I was lifted off my feet. “Hey!”, I shouted, looking back at the orc I had darted away from.
Kili and the group of warriors were all watching the scene unfold. I kicked my legs in the air, protesting, as I was unceremoniously tossed over the first orc's shoulders. “HEY! Do I look like a sack of potatoes to you?! Put me down!”, I demanded. “If you run like that again-”, he began, slowly setting me back down. “Yeah, yeah – you'll feed me to a warg or whatever.”, I glared at him. At this point, Kili had joined us, leaving the conversation he'd been a part of. “Kili!”, I felt relief flood through me. Kili tilted his head, then looked up at the warrior behind me. “Hakak?”, he eyed the orc, clearly waiting for some sort of explanation. Hakak sighed heavily, as if he was already tired of dealing with the harpy and I both. “We found her chained up to the axle of a cart, toward Val'k lake. You know this..woman?”, the orc asked. Kili nodded his head slowly, “I do. But...what confuses me, is that I left her two weeks ago in--” I broke in, “Anyway, he and I know each other. He saved my life once. He knows me!” Both men narrowed their eyes at me for different reasons. “Ul kri-krisur wanavuk avo avalk lav-li.”, Hakak paused and glanced down at me, then back at Kili. I frowned, “Kili? The hell did he just say?”
Not being able to speak a lick of orcish put me at a disadvantage, to say the least. Kili made a face. “I see. Afterwards, may I talk with her?” My frown deepened. “Hey, feathers, don't ignore me.”, I hissed. 'Why is Kili acting so weird?' Kili shook his head once at me. “Y/N, it's fine. And for the love of the nine realms, don't do anything rash.” Hakak shifted his weight, seemingly impatient to get going. “We'll see.”, the orc finally said. Kili bit his lip, his talons flexing in the snow. “Very well.”, Kili said, his tone neutral. I watched in disbelief as Kili gave me a small smile and stepped aside. Hakak urged me forward, and I turned my head to stare back at the harpy. Kili quickly mouthed, gesturing with his wings, 'Just calm down.'
To keep from tripping, I was forced to look ahead again. Hakak led me past the group of warriors that Kili had been talking with and into a tent. He said something in orcish, and then another deep voice responded. Frustration boiled up inside of me, but I held my peace as I was ushered unceremoniously into the tent. Hakak stood to the side, leaving me to stand awkwardly near the center of the tent. My eyes adjusted to the dim interior of the tent and I frowned. Another orc was standing on the other side of a table, his arms folded over his broad chest. His dark hair was braided in multiple different braids, and his amber-colored eyes were boring into mine. He had a smaller, fresher nick along his chin. There were three risen scars that ran horizontally across his right cheek, and a smaller one that ran vertically over the right side of his bottom lip, just past the tusk on that side. My gaze wandered. There were a lot of scars, a lot of reminders of past battles; at certain points under his collar and armor, I could make out glimpses of what looked to be markings of ink. I tilted my head. He suddenly cleared his throat, making me jump.
“Are you finished?”, he asked, smirking. Despite my best effort to hide it, I still felt heat creep along my face. I barely dared to breathe, staring hard at the floor of the tent as if it was the most interesting thing I'd ever seen. “Hakak told me he found you. At the lake, chained up underneath a wooden cart. Yet, there were no other humans around. Care to explain?”, He prompted, absentmindedly scratching his beard. “Well...there's not much to tell. I..uh..ran a fowl of some men at a...tavern.”, I stammered. He leaned forward over the table, his large hands laying flat against the wooden surface. “Try again.”, he said in a low tone. I could feel his eyes on me. 'Crap.' It hadn't been a well thought out lie, considering the nearest human settlement was located more than two weeks away. “I fail to see how anything about me is any of your concern. Just who are you, anyway?”, I shot back with sudden bravery, drawing myself up as much as my height would allow.
He chuckled softly, but there was no humor in the sound. “I'd say it's my concern.”, he lifted his right hand and flicked his fingers toward him in a 'hurry-up, come on' sort of gesture. “You didn't tell me who you are.”, I reminded, allowing my embarrassment over being caught staring to turn into defiance. “Considering you still have your tongue, I suggest you use it wisely...before that changes.” My chest tightened, my hands balling into fists behind my back. The ropes that bound them still remained immovable. “Fine. I wasn't lying about running afoul of someone...”, I paused. “Look, I really can't....”, I tried again. My shoulders sagged as I sighed, closing my eyes. There was the sound of movement and I hurriedly looked up. He was about to walk around the table, only stopping when our eyes met. “Okay! Okay...I am Y/N, the daughter of Lord Vyn Prudvaelk. I...ran away from home a few years back. And apparently, my father is still looking to get his grubby hands on me. A few of his men caught word of where I'd been, and caught up to me in Oldroll, that settlement that's a few weeks ride away from Val'k Lake. It led to a chase and they caught up to me.”
I clamped my mouth shut, hating to admit a single word of this to anyone. “Ah, I have heard of you. You're the one Kili has mentioned to me before.”, the orc murmured as if to himself, looking lost in thought. Surprised, I stared at him again. 'Kili has mentioned me to him? Why?' I wanted to ask, but wasn't in a rush to break the silence. It provided me with an opportunity to gather my own thoughts. “Kili told me a while back about a friend of his that was on the run, and who may prove to be useful.” 'Me? Useful? To them? How?', I wondered. All of this felt too convenient, or maybe I was too suspicious toward strangers. “I am aware you must have many questions. Namely, who I am, and what is going to happen to you.”,he finally said. Now we were getting somewhere.
He leaned against one of the wooden, load-baring posts of the tent. It caused the walls to move a bit, but they held. “Yeah. For starters, anyway.”, I admitted. “I am Mokoa. Chieftain of this clan.” My jaw slackened, but if he noted my surprise he didn't say a word. 'Ah, crap. Not him!' Backing up until I hit the farthest wall of the tent, I kept my eyes pinned on him. Now it made sense. 'Kili! You dumb-ass!' “Then you know all too well who my father is.”, I hissed, my eyes narrowing in accusation. Mokoa lifted his hands, “Calm down. We can still talk this though like adults.” “Fuck that!”, I shouted, turning and bolting for the exit of the tent. With startling agility, the Chieftain vaulted over the desk, reaching the exit a fraction of a second before me. His solid frame blocking my escape. “That is the opposite of what I just suggested, Y/N.”, Mokoa said, peering down at me.
“You slaughtered his men at Revalti Pass...you and my father have been butting heads for years.”, I breathed. “There is more to it than that, don't insult either of our intellects. We both know things aren't that black and white.” My breathing amped up as I glared at him. “Did it ever occur to you that perhaps you were aware of only half the story?”, his voice held an edge to it. I opened my mouth, then promptly shut it again. I took several steps back, putting space between us. “Yes, I am aware that each story has it's sides.”, I said softly. Silence. Mokoa sighed heavily, hands on his hips. “For now, we need to discuss what to do with you.” My head jerked up, my brow furrowing as I tried to decipher what he was thinking.
“We could kill you.”, he suddenly said, tapping his chin as if considering it. My face went blank as I stared at him owlishly. Mokoa laughed, a deep, rich sound. “Gods, you are easy to mess with. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't waste my breath talking to you.” “You talk a lot.”, I muttered, “If you aren't going to kill me, then can I leave?” He grinned down at me, “What do you think?” My heart stopped in my chest, plummeting into my stomach. “You can't keep me here! On what grounds?”, I demanded, my hoarse. His grin disappeared as quickly as it appeared. “For the simple fact that your father is Lord Vyn Prudvaelk. Seeing as how you've ran away from home to begin with, though, that shouldn't bother you. However, it does provide me with some leverage.” 'Was that what he meant...what Kili meant...when they said I could prove to be useful to them?!' I ground my teeth, shaking with anger as I digested the situation.
“Your reason for wanting to keep me here is because you want to use me as a hostage?”, I seethed. “If necessary.”, he nodded his head. I tried to break free from the rope that held my hands together, grunting and huffing as all my efforts proved fruitless. Mokoa reached out, grasping my shoulder and spinning around. “Hey! What-”. My eyes widened as he unsheathed a knife from it's place on his belt. Giving me a look, he held my shoulder firmly as he sliced through the rope. Once he let go of my shoulder, I whirled around to face him. Mokoa put the knife away, lifting a brow. “Why?”, I asked. “Because watching you flop around like a fish was pathetic.”, he said dryly.
The more time I spent around him, the more I decided I hated him. “This doesn't make sense...there was no way for you to even know that I'd be in this region, let alone at that lake.”, I said, rubbing my wrists where the rope had dug into my skin. “At least, we knew you were at Oldroll. You can thank Kili for that.” “Fuck him, and fuck you.”, I said. 'I can't believe Kili would do such a thing. It doesn't sound like him. Unless, I didn't know him at all to begin with..' Was our entire friendship a lie? The Chief let out a breath, “He had his reasons. I have mine. Truth be told, we were just going to ask you and avoid going down this path.” “What, and you think that I would have just agreed to help you or be bait or something?”, my head shook in disbelief at what I was hearing.
“Go with whatever one makes you happier. There's no love lost between you and your father.”, Mokoa shrugged his shoulders. “So that magically makes it fine to use me? Is that it?”, I tossed my hands in the air and let them fall back to my sides. He ran his hand down his beard, looking as frustrated as I felt. “No. I had hoped to work with you as an ally. But it's increasingly clear that the ship has sailed on that option.” “You're damned right about that.”, I growled. Mokoa stepped to the side, allowing me access to the tent's exit. “You're not leaving the encampment. That's not happening. You try to run, and we'll hunt you down.”, he muttered, grabbing me by the upper arm as I was leaving. “Let go of me.”, I said, my voice steely. Mokoa's eyes flashed, but he slowly relinquished his grip on me. Holding open the flap of the tent, he addressed Hakak, who had been waiting nearby. “If she runs..”, Mokoa began. Hakak nodded, “Understood.”
I rolled my eyes, brushing past the Chief. I began walking away, Hakak not far behind. Kili looked up from where he had been sitting, still talking with the warriors from before. He made to move, as if he was going to get up to come talk to me. I pointed at him across the space between us, “Not now!” Kili hesitated, then wordlessly sat back down. His feathers poofed up, looking a bit ashamed and irritated. I didn't know where I was going, but anywhere would be fine as long as I could have a few minutes to think.
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(And that's where I will leave it for now! I have no clue what I'm doing, but that's part of the fun. My writings I don't ever plan to have N$FW, but that can change. This blog is 18+, however, if I ever decide to delve into adult or darker topics, I will tag them. If I do, and forget a tag, just let me know so I can add it. I want everyone safe! And because this blog is 18+, my writing is for adult audiences regardless of N$FW scenes or not. Thank you. You are responsible for your online experience beyond that.)
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