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[He is a fast and fixated learner. That’s always been the case, and likely always will be. He knows that whatever he’s doing with his cock is yielding a desirable and sincere result; he’s confident that it exceeds Alex’s acting skills. Even if he’s wrong, and it’s all pretense? He’s sure he can overlook it for this shimmering rush, this enthralling home stretch before he pumps all of he pent-up longing into one willing and open.
Her claws are a sharp reminder that the woman he’s gripping by the hips and driving against the wet sand is a monster. He shivers; the pain is not precisely a turn-on for him, but it’s grounding. He needs that sometimes, and knows it. He needs to remember that this flesh is his, and he’ll make her come so he can let go, himself.]
Her claws are a sharp reminder that the woman he’s gripping by the hips and driving against the wet sand is a monster. He shivers; the pain is not precisely a turn-on for him, but it’s grounding. He needs that sometimes, and knows it. He needs to remember that this flesh is his, and he’ll make her come so he can let go, himself.]
[ It takes a few more of those perfectly angled thrusts before she finally climaxes, her tail slapping hard against the water and sand as it arches to meet him, her whole body shuddering as she muffles a cry against him, filling her senses with his touch, his scent, his taste.
Her walls convulse around him, squeezing tight and milking him for everything he had to offer. Pleasure washes over her like a wave, keeping her under as she trembles beneath.
Her walls convulse around him, squeezing tight and milking him for everything he had to offer. Pleasure washes over her like a wave, keeping her under as she trembles beneath.
Did you think she wouldn't tell me or did you do it out of spite?
I thought neither.
We wanted each other; it was as simple as that.
We wanted each other; it was as simple as that.
I've tried to forgive you for our past.
Now you do this. You know we're bonded. How would you feel if I bent Kira over?
Now you do this. You know we're bonded. How would you feel if I bent Kira over?
Things are unattached here. The people you bed or Bond aren't my concern or my business.
[Nor are mine yours, L does not type, even as he feels the sting secondhand of his most truly beloved Bonded bedding others instead of him.
Not what this is about.]
[Nor are mine yours, L does not type, even as he feels the sting secondhand of his most truly beloved Bonded bedding others instead of him.
Not what this is about.]
It would be easy to tell you that it meant nothing, but that's not the case.
We've been friends and associates for awhile. Our liaisons certainly follow as naturally as yours do.
We've been friends and associates for awhile. Our liaisons certainly follow as naturally as yours do.
[L always was a cold thing, wasn't he?]
Have you seen her since?
[Maybe he's jealous; maybe he's not. The fact that he's contacted L at all should give the answer in spades.]
Have you seen her since?
[Maybe he's jealous; maybe he's not. The fact that he's contacted L at all should give the answer in spades.]
She hasn't really see anyone, since.
I don't think that's because of me.
I don't think that's because of me.
[Everything is because of you.]
If you want her, you can have her.
[Lying thing that Mello is.]
She's just a girl.
If you want her, you can have her.
[Lying thing that Mello is.]
She's just a girl.
I don't own people, and don't intend to make a habit of it.
If she was "just a girl", I don't think there'd be such a to-do over an affectionate evening spent in mutual enjoyment between consenting adults.
If she was "just a girl", I don't think there'd be such a to-do over an affectionate evening spent in mutual enjoyment between consenting adults.
[Likely, it feels longer than it is, more of a labor however sweet, because of what an effort he expends not relinquishing his hold on himself. He could, and he doesn't doubt that it would be sublime, a moment of explosive bliss to cloud his thoughts in a way that drugs or alcohol never could with their soggy prolonged stupor. Wouldn't it also be thoughtless, barbaric and inelegant, something of a faux pas?
He tries, holding back more than he wants to, his rutting thrusts gentle enough as to be almost careful. He likes the way she smells, revels in the way she feels as she slides against his cock's measured movements, and when he feels her clench around him like some satin-gloved and dextrous fist, he knows it can't be long.
He buries his face against her shoulder as his pace quickens and harshens in tempo. The inevitable emission feels like an indiscretion, something rude and disgraceful. More so because it's been so long, has massed in his loins and grown full and heavy.
When he does, he comes and comes into her tender warmth, clutching her hips with both hands, breath catching and cheeks burning against her soft neck as he spills and can't seem to stop until, panting, it relents and he feels suddenly soft and spent. He simply breathes atop her for a few moments, the last aching phantom twitches nestled and buried as he sighs.]
He tries, holding back more than he wants to, his rutting thrusts gentle enough as to be almost careful. He likes the way she smells, revels in the way she feels as she slides against his cock's measured movements, and when he feels her clench around him like some satin-gloved and dextrous fist, he knows it can't be long.
He buries his face against her shoulder as his pace quickens and harshens in tempo. The inevitable emission feels like an indiscretion, something rude and disgraceful. More so because it's been so long, has massed in his loins and grown full and heavy.
When he does, he comes and comes into her tender warmth, clutching her hips with both hands, breath catching and cheeks burning against her soft neck as he spills and can't seem to stop until, panting, it relents and he feels suddenly soft and spent. He simply breathes atop her for a few moments, the last aching phantom twitches nestled and buried as he sighs.]
[ His breath tickles her neck, her scales sensitive to his heat. It was almost fascinating, having been used to seeing Linden be so calm and collected, now disheveled, panting, gripping her tight as he empties himself into her. It’s a pity, that he won’t let her see his face, the kind if expression he was making in the throes of pleasure.
The merrow turns enough to nuzzle against the side of his head, pressing soft, lazy kisses to his temple, trying to let him know she was pleased. Her monstrous side could certainly keep going, but she was sated enough to not want to push him like that. ]
Are you alright, Linden…?
The merrow turns enough to nuzzle against the side of his head, pressing soft, lazy kisses to his temple, trying to let him know she was pleased. Her monstrous side could certainly keep going, but she was sated enough to not want to push him like that. ]
Are you alright, Linden…?
Mm...hm...
[His breath shudders as the sounds leave him. He tries to gauge whether or not it's a good time to withdraw, whether the continued intimacy is good, or his increasingly slackening member is humiliating.
He defaults to staying, for just a moment. Maybe a moment will present itself to disentangle that feels natural.]
Thank you, for that...
[Sincere, grateful. It's significant that he does not assume she would require money, for the displeasure of letting him press his sputtering, mucusy output into her body. Where it resides, now, substantial, sticky and warm, seeming to melt their joined flesh together.
He clears his throat. It sounds hilariously formal and professorial given the current circumstances.]
It was really good.
[His breath shudders as the sounds leave him. He tries to gauge whether or not it's a good time to withdraw, whether the continued intimacy is good, or his increasingly slackening member is humiliating.
He defaults to staying, for just a moment. Maybe a moment will present itself to disentangle that feels natural.]
Thank you, for that...
[Sincere, grateful. It's significant that he does not assume she would require money, for the displeasure of letting him press his sputtering, mucusy output into her body. Where it resides, now, substantial, sticky and warm, seeming to melt their joined flesh together.
He clears his throat. It sounds hilariously formal and professorial given the current circumstances.]
It was really good.
[ The show of gratitude was oddly…flattering? She can’t help but chuckle fondly as she keeps him close with a hug, rolling them over so she could get a proper look at his face, her hair falling around them as she looks down at him warmly. Reaching up, she brushes stray locks away from his face, gently caressing his cheek.
Their new position also keeps him snug inside of her, some of his seed dripping down around the base where they connected. ]
I thought so too. That you were really good.
[ Considering it was his first time, and with a merrow on the shore at that. What could he do in more favorable conditions, she wondered. ]
Their new position also keeps him snug inside of her, some of his seed dripping down around the base where they connected. ]
I thought so too. That you were really good.
[ Considering it was his first time, and with a merrow on the shore at that. What could he do in more favorable conditions, she wondered. ]
[The shift in position causes his overlarge eyes to widen; the curtain of wet hair is decidedly erotic. He could be hard again in a few minutes, he's sure, even if coming again makes him wince, the thought of a dry and empty chamber in a gun, pulling the trigger.]
You don't have to-
[Say that, claim that, flatter me in that way, but maybe it's true? Maybe something nice can be true for a change.]
I'd do it again...
[Neither of them are addressing the elephant in the room. Someone they both know, someone who won't like that this happened for multiple layers of reasons.
Best to speak of it when they're not steeped in each other, perhaps. He tries not to think of how he will flop like a boned fish outside of her when she raises her tail off of him.]
You don't have to-
[Say that, claim that, flatter me in that way, but maybe it's true? Maybe something nice can be true for a change.]
I'd do it again...
[Neither of them are addressing the elephant in the room. Someone they both know, someone who won't like that this happened for multiple layers of reasons.
Best to speak of it when they're not steeped in each other, perhaps. He tries not to think of how he will flop like a boned fish outside of her when she raises her tail off of him.]
[ Now? She thinks, the merrow in her quite pleased with the thought, her ears perking and her eyes twinkling with excitement, the soft muscles of her tail squeezing around him. But…it dawns on her that he might another time, elsewhere, outside of this cave.
No longer away from the subject neither of them have brought up, choosing to drown themselves in seemingly innocent passion. But someone was affected by all this, someone that Alex particularly cared for.
How selfish was it of her, to crave for both of them. ]
Can we?
[ once they leave this place? Again the debate of what was harmless and what wasn’t starts to creep into her mind. ]
No longer away from the subject neither of them have brought up, choosing to drown themselves in seemingly innocent passion. But someone was affected by all this, someone that Alex particularly cared for.
How selfish was it of her, to crave for both of them. ]
Can we?
[ once they leave this place? Again the debate of what was harmless and what wasn’t starts to creep into her mind. ]
You know we're bonded.
I won't go any further than that except to assume that you're still out to fuck with me.
I admired you, once. Now I know you're just an asshole, yea. She can do what she wants. I don't own anyone, either.
I won't go any further than that except to assume that you're still out to fuck with me.
I admired you, once. Now I know you're just an asshole, yea. She can do what she wants. I don't own anyone, either.
I know how Bonds work. I have three of them, and sex isn’t an element in any.
[Yet; this is a technicality.]
You’re welcome to any of them that would have you. It would have killed me a long time ago if I couldn’t weather what they did with others. It’ll kill you, if you don’t start at home and make your expectations clear to Alex.
[Yet; this is a technicality.]
You’re welcome to any of them that would have you. It would have killed me a long time ago if I couldn’t weather what they did with others. It’ll kill you, if you don’t start at home and make your expectations clear to Alex.
Edited 2021-07-18 13:14 (UTC)
[Maiuril had been an eventful month, to say the least--for Aefenglom and the Mirrorbound generally, and for Myr in particular. With Everett and Vandelin both among the influx of unbound visitors, the Faun had found his days (and nights) full and passing all-too-quickly for the beloved company. To say nothing of all that had come of the Diasteran contingent that had descended upon the city, with their tales of far-off lands, strange Monsters and stranger magic, and all that those things betokened. Combined, they'd been reason enough for Myr to set aside many of the cares that chased him in Aefenglom and give in to the lighter side of a Faun's nature (ignoring the heavier things remaining between him and his cousin) to frankly sinful excess.
He hadn't quite neglected L in all of that--had, in fact, invited his Witch along as often as not to whatever new thing had caught his attention--but he also hadn't been by his Bonded's side as often as was his wont. It's because of that there was an air of exhausted guilt about him as he crept home on the night crux between Maiuril and Iuneril, heavy with farewells said (Everett, Vandelin) and missed (Viren), and crept into the bed he shared with L to seek a potion-drugged sleep.
It should have been undisturbed, heavy, dreamless; he should have lain like the dead until well after dawn, when the prospect of wakefulness and every duty he had to resume on the other side of it wouldn't be quite so horrible.
But as has ever been the world's way with Myr, the palliative he's seeking isn't the one he gets.
Sometime around the third hour of morning he slips out of bed without waking up and heads for the door of the cottage. He doesn't take his staff; he doesn't call Crookytail to him, though she follows of her own accord when the click of hooves on the wooden floor wakes her. His pace is unhurried and unerring as he heads for the Coven, as he's done so many days throughout his life in Aefenglom, on some piece of business or another.
Though there's really only one reason Mirrorbound sleepwalk to the Coven--or a certain enchanted structure on its grounds.]
He hadn't quite neglected L in all of that--had, in fact, invited his Witch along as often as not to whatever new thing had caught his attention--but he also hadn't been by his Bonded's side as often as was his wont. It's because of that there was an air of exhausted guilt about him as he crept home on the night crux between Maiuril and Iuneril, heavy with farewells said (Everett, Vandelin) and missed (Viren), and crept into the bed he shared with L to seek a potion-drugged sleep.
It should have been undisturbed, heavy, dreamless; he should have lain like the dead until well after dawn, when the prospect of wakefulness and every duty he had to resume on the other side of it wouldn't be quite so horrible.
But as has ever been the world's way with Myr, the palliative he's seeking isn't the one he gets.
Sometime around the third hour of morning he slips out of bed without waking up and heads for the door of the cottage. He doesn't take his staff; he doesn't call Crookytail to him, though she follows of her own accord when the click of hooves on the wooden floor wakes her. His pace is unhurried and unerring as he heads for the Coven, as he's done so many days throughout his life in Aefenglom, on some piece of business or another.
Though there's really only one reason Mirrorbound sleepwalk to the Coven--or a certain enchanted structure on its grounds.]
[Time passes swiftly for humans when they're happy, and that holds true even for L with his odd definitions and standards for the state. Living with Light certainly keeps him something like satisfied, his studies busy his mind, his work is fulfilling in that minor way. Firecrackers, to the earth-rocking explosions of his past career, but at least he's doing what he likes, with someone who he's found it impossible to be bored by.
All said, when he's glanced up, and noticed that the passage of time is whirling through weeks at a time unnoticed, he's recognized that there's a significant absence at his side, one he wishes for most in the silent moments when most of the world is sleeping, but he's wide awake.
That's not the case, tonight. L's on the edge of a dream when Myr joins him in bed, limbs heavier than usual. He moves closer, sleeping on his side in a slightly curled position to fit himself against his Bonded in the way that always soothes.
He wakes with a start, though, when the bed is unexpectedly empty in the wee hours. He rubs the slumber from his eyes, hearing the latch, setting bare and bony feet on the wood floor and hurrying to the door of his room in time to perceive the wobbling shape of Crookytail following Myr outside.
There's a cold, clenched stone in the pit of his stomach. The light cotton undershirt and shorts he wore to bed expose most of his thin limbs, but it doesn't occur to him to bother with clothes, a jacket, or even a pair of shoes to protect his feet. He just knows that he has to move, quickly, and make an effort to catch up and stop whatever they've all come to view as bleakly inevitable, once it's started.
He's awake for it. That, alone, might bode well. Please, let it bode well.]
Hey...
[He draws even to Myr, slightly breathless. He nudges the faun's bare shoulder with the heel of his hand; best to try to wake him, first.]
All said, when he's glanced up, and noticed that the passage of time is whirling through weeks at a time unnoticed, he's recognized that there's a significant absence at his side, one he wishes for most in the silent moments when most of the world is sleeping, but he's wide awake.
That's not the case, tonight. L's on the edge of a dream when Myr joins him in bed, limbs heavier than usual. He moves closer, sleeping on his side in a slightly curled position to fit himself against his Bonded in the way that always soothes.
He wakes with a start, though, when the bed is unexpectedly empty in the wee hours. He rubs the slumber from his eyes, hearing the latch, setting bare and bony feet on the wood floor and hurrying to the door of his room in time to perceive the wobbling shape of Crookytail following Myr outside.
There's a cold, clenched stone in the pit of his stomach. The light cotton undershirt and shorts he wore to bed expose most of his thin limbs, but it doesn't occur to him to bother with clothes, a jacket, or even a pair of shoes to protect his feet. He just knows that he has to move, quickly, and make an effort to catch up and stop whatever they've all come to view as bleakly inevitable, once it's started.
He's awake for it. That, alone, might bode well. Please, let it bode well.]
Hey...
[He draws even to Myr, slightly breathless. He nudges the faun's bare shoulder with the heel of his hand; best to try to wake him, first.]
Edited 2021-07-20 01:42 (UTC)
We can... I'm not with anyone else, not officially.
[Nothing wrong with it. No sin, no deception. He wouldn't lie to Light about this, or Myr. Or Near, although he thinks that the latter would care the least of all his Bonded.
There's another successor, though. One who might care, just as much as Near wouldn't.]
Another time. I would.
[Open-ended. No pressure.]
[Nothing wrong with it. No sin, no deception. He wouldn't lie to Light about this, or Myr. Or Near, although he thinks that the latter would care the least of all his Bonded.
There's another successor, though. One who might care, just as much as Near wouldn't.]
Another time. I would.
[Open-ended. No pressure.]
Neither am I.
[ Which was true, really. But…it’s more of who Linden was that made it complicated. Because of the nature of their relationship, Alex was certain he wouldn’t ‘not’ care about this.
Her gaze lowers a moment, crossing her hands over his chest to lean down, her mind wandering to how to approach her Bonded about this. ]
M said it didn’t matter to him who I’m with, but…
[ Meeting his eyes again, she knows Linden is smart enough to know why she’s concerned. ]
You’re different.
[ No one could shake M like Linden could. ]
[ Which was true, really. But…it’s more of who Linden was that made it complicated. Because of the nature of their relationship, Alex was certain he wouldn’t ‘not’ care about this.
Her gaze lowers a moment, crossing her hands over his chest to lean down, her mind wandering to how to approach her Bonded about this. ]
M said it didn’t matter to him who I’m with, but…
[ Meeting his eyes again, she knows Linden is smart enough to know why she’s concerned. ]
You’re different.
[ No one could shake M like Linden could. ]
[The conversation is an awkward one when his softening body is still buried in hers, his seed dripping down onto his stomach. He swallows, reaches for a nearby seashell to center himself. His thumbs stroke it as the color remains high and bright in his cheeks.]
Why should I be different?
[Soft, still defiant. In spite of knowing, L should be allowed to be like any other lover Alex might take, blithely wreathing himself in her scent of sea spray.
Why should I be different?
[Soft, still defiant. In spite of knowing, L should be allowed to be like any other lover Alex might take, blithely wreathing himself in her scent of sea spray.
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