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Friendship + Angst
Putting the cup down with a delicate clink as it hit the saucer, Svetlana said, “You must be proud of yourself, then, to have helped so many people over so many years.”That, it seemed, was the wrong thing to say.Valentina sucked in a slight gasp, grip tightening on her own teacup. Her eyes searched Svetlana’s face a moment, then darted away and towards the street beyond the patio. Svetlana did not look too, but she could imagine what Valentina saw. Nameless faces that she’d never see again passing by. Each with their own life as rich and meaningful as her own.Her gentle voice cut through the reverie, saying, “Do you hate yourself?”Svetlana’s tongue felt heavy in her mouth. She said nothing.“Because sometimes I think I hate myself,” Valentina continued.Svetlana looked to the lilacs in the middle of the table. A pale purple with tiny, soft petals. She saw, then, that one of the bunches was wilting, its stem cut too short to reach the water in the vase. Its petals drooped lifelessly, threatening to come apart at the touch. She felt compelled in that moment to reach out, to touch it and see its petals fall, yet she abstained.
Angst
Every day, city streets would bustle with people going about their lives.Didn’t they know the people Danny loved most were gone? Didn’t they care?The grief was a quiet but violent thing, sitting with him now. It settled on his shoulders, heavier than any cape or cloak had a right to be. As he turned the thoughts over in his head, could he even put words to the way that grief made colors look dimmer or his presence feel smaller? It was as if a world without the others expanded and grew, a hungry monster not yet sated by blood.
Hurt/Comfort and Fluff
“Are you alright, Princess?”Miriam’s own voice was low, the words drawn out between panting breaths and brushing against Beatrice’s cheek. Their faces were close. Too close. All Miriam was aware of was how their bodies were pressed together, her arms on either side of Beatrice to support her weight.Beatrice’s face was flushed red, her lips parted slightly.Miriam watched the Princess swallow, hard.“Miriam–I…”
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we, too, fall like petals [friendship; angst]
“Do you hate yourself?” Valentina asked, her voice soft and gentle in the way one soothes cattle for slaughter.Svetlana’s tongue felt heavy in her mouth, and it wasn’t because of the cloying richness of the cake she had taken a bite of. Her gaze didn’t lift to meet Valentina’s, instead resolutely looking at the cake in front of her. A chocolate crêpe cake with whipped cream and strawberries on top. The red was garishly bright against the backdrop of white and brown. She said nothing.“Because sometimes I think I hate myself.”- - - -The weather was warm and pleasant with rays of sunlight that made Svetlana wish she could stretch herself out like Claws McPaws in front of the Tree Stump Library. She and Valentina were ahead of schedule on their journey, and Valentina insisted that they must stay a day and get afternoon tea at a delightful little shop in the city they were passing through on the border of Rahadoum and Thuvia.“My father took me there once.” Valentina had said. If the promise of cake and tea on a sunny day weren’t enough to tempt her, then the wistfulness of her friend’s expression sealed the deal.So, to Turning Pages Tea & Poetry they went.Svetlana and Valentina sat now at a small table on the patio, with the most delightful lacy place settings and an umbrella overhead providing shade. Sat in the middle of the table was an ornate glass vase with bunches of lilacs. The sweet scent lingered in the air, comforting and welcoming. Valentina ordered them a pot of white tea with floral notes, smiling at Svetlana and saying it would contrast nicely with the richness of the crêpe cake she wanted.“You once said your father was an adventurer,” Svetlana had said. An innocent inquiry asked to learn more about her friend, unknowing of the gnarled path the conversation would find itself on.Valentina smiled. Her smiles were always small, polite, pretty things, with no wrinkling of her eyes or flash of teeth. She smiled with the practiced ease of a noble keeping their cards close to their chest. Habits die hard, Svetlana supposed.“Yes, he is. Travels all around Golarion exploring the world and taking on quests. He’s seen a lot–in our letters, he taught me a lot through speaking on what he saw,” Valentina said.Svetlana considered that. “I knew of the letters, but I wasn’t aware you spent time with him in person.”“It wasn’t often. Once when I was little enough that there’s only vague shapes of the memories, but when I turned 16 he took a leave from his adventuring party and brought me to northern Garund. We traveled for a few months, just the two of us,” she explained.“That sounds lovely. Fond memories?” Svetlana asked. She looked around at the cafe and knew the answer as she asked it. Warm weather, beautiful city scenery, tea, and a poetry shop all in one. She wondered if Valentina’s love of poetry came from her father, or if he had merely indulged her with selecting this cafe all those years ago.“Very fond,” Valentina confirmed. “I think… I think that experience was what set me on the path to joining the Bellflower Network a few months later. Finally seeing the greater world outside Cheliax for myself. Seeing that there was no one correct way to live, and even if there was then Cheliax was the one doing it wrong.”“You joined the Bellflower Network at 16? So young, not even a full adult yet.”A shadow passed over her face. “I may have been young, but I would see folks younger than that as slaves. If they weren’t too young to be sold as chattel, then I wasn’t too young to do something about it.”Svetlana’s throat constricted at that, mouth suddenly dry. Ah, the crux of the matter and perhaps why they hadn’t discussed the topic in full yet—the complete and real brutality of Cheliax and the position Valentina must have been in as a noblewoman. She took a sip from the tea, but the perfumey taste was suddenly unpleasant in her mouth.
Putting the cup down with a delicate clink as it hit the saucer, Svetlana said, “You must be proud of yourself, then, to have helped so many people over so many years.”
That, it seemed, was the wrong thing to say.Valentina sucked in a slight gasp, grip tightening on her own teacup. Her eyes searched Svetlana’s face a moment, then darted away and towards the street beyond the patio. Svetlana did not look too, but she could imagine what Valentina saw. Nameless faces that she’d never see again passing by. Each with their own life as rich and meaningful as her own.Her gentle voice cut through the reverie, saying, “Do you hate yourself?”Svetlana’s tongue felt heavy in her mouth. She said nothing.“Because sometimes I think I hate myself,” Valentina continued.Svetlana looked to the lilacs in the middle of the table. A pale purple with tiny, soft petals. She saw, then, that one of the bunches was wilting, its stem cut too short to reach the water in the vase. Its petals drooped lifelessly, threatening to come apart at the touch. She felt compelled in that moment to reach out, to touch it and see its petals fall, yet she abstained.Her silence did not deter Valentina. “I joined the Bellflower Network, yes, but in order to make myself of use and feed other tillers information, I had to blend into Chelaxian society. I was… a Thrune’s knight. His bodyguard. His lap dog.” The last word was said so viscerally, that Svetlana knew it was only being parroted by Valentina.“You… you did what you had to in order to help people,” Svetlana tried to say to soothe her friend.
She shook her head. “I’d help one slave escape and hurt three more people in some manner to keep my cover. When the sum of my life is weighed at my death, I know that the ills I’ve done far outweigh any good.”“That’s not true,” Svetlana argued.“To me it is. It’s enough to make my insides churn and my head hurt and my heart weep.”Svetlana swallowed heavily. The words stuck to the roof of her mouth, so she had to force them out. “So you… hate yourself?”“I think so,” Valentina breathed out.And what Svetlana might have said in another life was, ‘We are alike, you and I. The cosmic imbalances of our births and the sums of our lives weigh heavy on our souls. It threatens to drag us down and tear us apart. I know it. I know you. I know, I know, I know’. It was what she wanted to yell out—to finally be seen as she was by someone who was a reflection of herself in some ways and so, so different in others. She wanted so badly for her own pain to be acknowledged that her own heart ached, the hurt blossoming outwards and into her very veins.Instead, she gave a thin smile, and said, “Another pot of tea? Something that goes good with cream this time.”When Valentina turned away to speak with a waitress, Svetlana reached a hand out, one finger outstretched, and touched the wilting lilac petals. One petal shuddered underneath her touch and broke.It fell softly to the table.
Excerpt from "Voices That They Left" [Angst]
Alone and adrift in a sea of green.He landed on a small, floating island and let himself sink to his knees.Alone. Alone. Alone.The world around Danny moved at a snail’s pace, dragged to a crawl by its own weight and his thoughts circling like sharks around the word.Alone.His family, friends, and countless others were gone. Dead, an unhelpful part of his head reminded him. Gone and dead and not coming back. Danny didn't know how to live in a world without them. He didn’t know why the world continued to move on or the earth continued to rotate without them on it.Every day, city streets would bustle with people going about their lives.Didn’t they know the people Danny loved most were gone? Didn’t they care?The grief was a quiet but violent thing, sitting with him now. It settled on his shoulders, heavier than any cape or cloak had a right to be. As he turned the thoughts over in his head, could he even put words to the way that grief made colors look dimmer or his presence feel smaller? It was as if a world without the others expanded and grew, a hungry monster not yet sated by blood.There was the tiniest of urges to scream, to hit something, to throw a tantrum. Within that urge, Danny imagined himself splitting the little island apart. That urge, however, was dampened by how impossibly small Danny felt and how impossibly heavy the weight on his shoulders was. He couldn’t bear to move from his crouched position. How could he possibly throw a fit like he wanted?No, he was alone, and none of the ghosts or the Waynes or even the Bats could change that. So, Danny continued to stand, still and silent as a tree in a forest–surrounded by others and yet too far to reach out to touch them. Inside he was hollowed out by the loss. None of anyone’s efforts to fill him back up would ever succeed. Not when his very being was riddled with holes, letting any substance leak right back out.Danny lifted his head and gazed out over the expanse of ectoplasm, and his stomach twisted.The green of the Ghost Zone might have well been gray for all the nothing it made him feel.
even then flowers bloom [hurt/comfort and fluff]
“Are you alright, Princess?”Miriam’s own voice was low, the words drawn out between panting breaths and brushing against Beatrice’s cheek. Their faces were close. Too close. All Miriam was aware of was how their bodies were pressed together, her arms on either side of Beatrice to support her weight.Beatrice’s face was flushed red, her lips parted slightly.Miriam watched the Princess swallow, hard.“Miriam–I…”- - - - - - - -It would have been easy to let Beatrice die.The Princess was visiting the training grounds, watching the knights and palace guards spar with open delight. Miriam bet that Beatrice thought she had dressed down for the occasion, but her prim composure and fine dress still made her stick out like a sore thumb. Perhaps, Miriam told themself, it was how conspicuous Beatrice was in that moment that made them gravitate towards the Princess during their break.It had to have been that and not the quickening of her heartbeat nor the fluttering in her stomach she got whenever Beatrice walked into a room.Regardless, Miriam had been next to the Princess when it happened.The creaking of a bowstring being pulled taut was nothing to think twice about on the training grounds, but then there had been the rushing of air and—Miriam leaned against a wall in a palace hallway now, balancing a knife on the tip of her finger and contemplating those few moments. The moment they had realized Beatrice was in the stray arrow’s path, their heart had stuttered to a stop. Months of tiptoeing around the palace and planning for Beatrice’s death flashed before Miriam with the certainty that if she did nothing, that would all come to a close.Her body moved before her mind was made up.Mirima saved Beatrice’s life by pushing her to the ground out of the arrow’s path.An odd occurrence for the assassin to save their target’s life. Miriam had never so thoroughly failed an assignment before. Her life’s purpose and heart’s desire danced around each other like equally matched foes intent on their duel.What pressure would force this perfect balance toppling towards one side? Miriam mused, lips pursed in thought.The reverie of Miriam’s contemplation was interrupted with the sounds of two pairs of footsteps approaching from down the hallway. Flicking her gaze in that direction, she could see two women she vaguely recognized turning the corner. One was a laundry maid, but the other was a member of the serving staff, despite the fact that Miriam was all but certain she would be attending Beatrice at the ongoing banquet.It set her on edge.Cautious and more than a little paranoid, Miriam pocketed her knife and slipped into a nearby room. They hovered near the doorway, leaving it subtly ajar and pressing their ear against the wood to listen as the servants passed.“How did it go?” One of the women asked.“My hands were shaking the whole time. I had to get out of there as soon as I poured the Princess’ glass.” A pause, then, “Do you think it’s happened yet?”“I’ve heard the Princess is a picky eater—maybe wine isn’t even to her tastes today.”“Oh, don’t say that. I need that coin.”The two serving women giggled, their voices growing a bit distant as they passed further from the room Mirima was lurking in.“I still can’t believe you said yes to Lord Matthias.”“Lord Matthias isn’t the only one looking to get rid of the royal family from what I heard. If I didn’t do it, someone else would.”The response was too quiet, but Miriam had heard enough.The Princess’s drink had been poisoned.No—Beatrice’s drink had been poisoned. Not some faceless Princess who flitted through life with a silver spoon in her mouth. This was Beatrice. The woman who wore flowers in her hair, musing about asters for charm and magnolias for dignity. The woman whose elegance and charm crumbled around Miriam, her regular composure giving way to airy, nervous laughs and passionate ramblings. The woman who treated her dear Minou like a lapdog despite Miriam being quite sure there were ponies smaller than him.The woman who had so thoroughly captured Miriam’s heart.That heart was now thundering in her chest, a frantic staccato of noise that roared in her ears. The intensity of her heartbeat and of the budding anxiety made her gut churn unpleasantly. Despite that, Miriam didn’t have time to panic, she decided as she rocketed down the hallway in the direction of the castle’s banquet hall. The fear, the anxiety, the what-ifs were all summarily picked apart and compartmentalized without a second thought.Despair and panic would get her nowhere.Miriam’s sense of resolve filled them with a steady, easy calm. The steps in front of them were simple and direct—reach the banquet hall and prevent Beatrice from drinking her wine.Charming and radiant Beatrice whose laugh was the sweetest sound Miriam had ever heard. A sound that people in this kingdom wanted snuffed out for Beatrice’s divine sin of being born to her familyline.When the noise of the banquet hall began to drift down the hallway and overtake the sounds of Miriam’s heels against tile and stuttering heartbeat, they were relieved to hear that the feast still sounded jovial in nature. There was no panic or despair that would certainly follow the poisoning of one of the castle’s royalty, and Miriam for the first time thanked the heavens for Beatrice’s picky palate.Without a second thought, they threw open the grand wooden doorways into the hall and directly stormed to where Beatrice sat, her mouth slightly ajar in shock with goblet pressed to her lips. Miriam plucked the Princess’ goblet of wine from her hand, not bothering to pay heed to the shouts from other guards stationed in the hall.“Leitner! What is the meaning of this?” Barked out Captain Lorenz, stalking forward and looking at Miriam with a dangerous look.All around, nobles and servants alike nervously whispered to each other about Miriam’s sudden and flippant entrance. Miriam didn’t care about the gossip nor her superior officer’s tightly pinched, angered expression. All they cared about was Beatrice sitting at the table, seeming confused but otherwise hale and healthy.Had Miriam been a minute later—Her gaze didn’t meet Captain Lorenz’s but instead shot past him to level with Beatrice. She blinked, her eyes crinkling in a pleased way at the attention from Miriam.Not letting their voice shake, Miriam said, “Lord Matthias had Princess Beatrice’s wine poisoned. I overheard one of the maidservants admitting to such.”The curious whispering grew to an uproar of shocked and angry voices, all clamoring over one another in a cacophony of pointless noise. Lord Matthias shot out of his seat, his chair scraping against the stone of the banquet hall floor. “Pardon?” His voice rung clear over the din, shaking with a barely contained rage.Miriam didn’t look away from Beatrice whose eyes were round with shock and thinly veiled fear. “This maidservant accepted coin from Lord Matthias to poison the Princess’ drink.”“You slander my name with such a baseless accusation.” The simpering lord whined and turned towards where the King and Queen were sat, stony-faced and silent. “Your Majesties, you must not believe their word against mine.”King Oskar considered, his cold gaze sweeping over Miriam. He seemed hardly troubled with the news of the attempt on his daughter’s life and rather annoyed with the uncomfortable disruption of the banquet. Miriam’s free hand tightened into a fist. Beatrice would oft complain of her father’s distasteful attitudes towards those he considered below him.“This wine is poisoned.” Miriam repeated, her resolve failing to crumble under the scrutiny.“If it’s poisoned, then one would fall ill upon drinking it.” King Oskar mused. “An easy enough test to clear Lord Matthias’s name.”Beatrice’s head snapped to her father’s direction. “Are you suggesting someone drink the poison?”“I won’t suffer this indignity.” The lord complained, face turning brighter and brighter shades of red.“This guard makes a grave claim,” the King muttered, “One she should put to the test.”“Father! You can’t possibly—”“Enough, Beatrice.” The King held up one hand to silence her, and Beatrice’s mouth shut with a click.Despite Beatrice’s protests, Miriam knew that there was really no contest in the choice being presented to her—refusing to drink the wine would leave Lord Matthias to slither away like the snake he was and plot anew. Their grip tightened on the goblet and, without giving themself a moment to reconsider, brought it to their lips.The wine was warm and heady, the spice strong on her tongue. Beatrice could tell there was something wrong with the wine as she drank a mouthful of it. The way it clung to her palate with a nearly medicinal taste was unpleasant and alarming.Miriam knew a lot about poisons and their various vectors. She wasn’t keen enough on the subject to identify this one by taste, but she could feel her gut clench and throat swell. It hit fast and hard without giving Miriam a chance to even finish the wine. Blood pumped in her ears, blocking out the sound of Beatrice shouting. Miriam could see the Princess’ mouth forming words, tears rolling down her cheeks in thick globs, but the sweet and melodic voice didn’t reach their hearing.Miriam committed Beatrice’s face to memory, mourning that the last image of her dear Princess would be one of despair as she struggled against guards keeping her from reaching Miriam’s side. When the black began to spot around their vision and the goblet slipped from their loosening grip, Miriam could not find it in themself to be sad.The knife had to tip towards one side eventually.Miriam could only be happy that it tipped towards Beatrice.The next thing Miriam was aware of was the scent of floral perfume and the sound of hiccuping sobs.Her eyes creaked open as she groaned, regretting the way the noise cracked apart her dry lips with the effort. Miriam was laid in a cot in the infirmary and—apparently—not dead.“Wha—” She began to attempt to voice her confusion when a mass slammed into her, wrapping arms around her and nuzzling into the crook of her neck.“M–Miriam!”Miriam mentally shook away the fogginess that pervaded their brain enough to register the warbling, teary voice as belonging to the Princess.“You’re awake.” Beatrice sobbed into their neck. “The doctors said you might not wake up. Not ever.”Oh.The memories of the banquet and the poison filtered back to Miriam, and they lifted a hand tentatively to nestle it in Beatrice’s chestnut locks. They couldn’t keep the slur out of their voice as they said, “‘M okay. Not dead.”Beatrice pulled out of the hug, her gaze locking with Miriam. Despite the tears and snot streaking her face, her expression was intense. “You could have! You were close—your heart stopped twice.”“‘S’worth it.” Miriam mumbled, flicking her eyes down to avoid Beatrice’s.“Your life is worth so much more to me than that!” Beatrice’s voice was high and tight, a touch of anger and desperation creeping in. “Do you not realize how dear you are to me? How everytime you walk into a room my hands get clammy and my heart starts beating like a drum? Your very presence is enough to send me tripping over my words like a tongue-tied schoolgirl. When I’m with you nothing can touch me—not just because you’re in the guard, but because you make me stronger. When I see you Miriam, I know that Beatrice is someone I can be happy to be because Beatrice is who I am with you.” Her voice broke on those last words. “I love who I am with you because I—Oh, Miriam, do you not realize how my heart would break in a world without you?”Miriam swallowed the lump in their throat and resisted the urge to wipe at the stinging corners of their eyes. “I knew in that moment that my greatest calling was to protect you, Beatrice.” She whispered.“You can’t protect me if you’re gone. You need to live—for you, for me—so we can—” Beatrice cut herself off with a sob, hands coming up to cover her face.Miriam wasn’t sure if allowing herself this moment of admission was for the best, but she couldn’t deny that her heart ached and yearned for Beatrice any longer. Gentle, they reached up and pried Beatrice’s hands away. Miriam thumbed over the skin on the back of the Princess’ hands and exhaled, slow and low.Beatrice was watching them with a trembling bottom lip and hopeful caramel eyes.“Beatrice.” They murmured, letting every ounce of care and dedication and love seep into the syllables of the Princess’ name.Then, Miriam pushed herself up to a sitting position and leaned forward. Their head tilted to meet Beatrice’s, capturing her lips with their own.Soft.Tender.Full of every unspoken word that hung in the air between them. There would one day be time for words. For now, Miriam leaned into the kiss and merely reveled in the blooming warmth.
untitled [M/F First Time]
It started with a kiss–soft and chaste, but full of enough intent to light a fire in both Miya and Valentine. One kiss turned into a second and a third, deepening in intensity with every lingering second.Valentine’s head swam with the warmth against her mouth that was darting downwards through her core. She gasped against Miya’s mouth, and that was enough to spur him onward. Her partner began to urge her backwards towards the bed without his lips leaving hers until the back of her legs hit the edge of the mattress.“Valentine…” Miya groaned against her lips, and Valentine all but inhaled the words with the strength of her want. She let herself be pressed lower onto the bed, Miya’s chest flush against hers and his face nuzzled into the crook of her neck. “Perfect–you’re just so damn perfect.”The praise made her shiver, and the anticipation thrummed in her fingertips. She wouldn’t say she was impatient, but her eyes were blown wide and lips parted, waiting for the begging words to fall from her tongue. The shy apprehension kept her from voicing the want, so instead she panted, as the heat in her core made her squirm.Miya’s attention was rapt on her, eyes searching her face. “Let me show how much I love you.” He whispered, but his voice had a rasp and heat to it that made Miya shiver.Valentine couldn’t blink for fear of the image of her partner’s want vanishing like a dream forgotten in the morning. She didn’t trust her voice not to squeak on the words, so she nodded.He responded by pressing one more kiss to her lips, before he lowered his head to mouth his lips along the underside of her jaw and then her neck. The sensations of Miya’s soft lips and the ghost of his fangs nipping along her skin was sending her body into overdrive. That heat in her core pooled lower, a tingling warmth that she leaned into to drink deeply.Miya’s hands made quick but gentle work of removing her top, the sudden chill contrasting against the pleasant warmth inside her. He cupped one of her breasts, thumbing over the milky skin, and she arched into the touch. The lips against her neck moved lower, trailing kisses until they reached the other breast. Tentative, his tongue darted out to swipe over her nipple, and Valentine couldn’t stop the hiccup to her breath.Encouraged, Miya began to kiss and suck at the skin of her nipple and breast. She was trembling at the welcome sensations, her gaze watching as his mouth left blossoming red marks. He noticed the attention she was paying to the marks, speaking low and breathily, “Sorry about the hickies.”Valentine licked her lips. The sight of her skin marred by Miya’s ministrations sent a thrill of excitement through her. Here she was–marked as belonging to him. Finding the courage, she told Miya, “Do it again.”He obliged, moving his mouth to her other breast and lapping there. She sighed, melting into the touch. There had to be more–more to experience and more to see of Miya. Her hands left where they had been hooked around his neck and found the small of his back. She rolled his shirt up to give herself better access to that expanse of skin, which Miya responded to by pulling away for the briefest of moments to tug the offending garment over his head.Valentine was blessed with the sight of his broad, toned and scarred chest. Her hands brushed across his skin, and she reveled in the feeling of smooth skin under her fingertips. More, more. The hunger in her whispered.She unbuckled her partner’s belt and tossed it aside, before hooking fingers around the waistband and working them down his hips. His cocks were straining against his boxers underneath, a wet patch already forming from precum. Her mouth went dry at the sight, all rational thought leaving her mind, as she discarded his boxers as well.Miya was larger than she expected–both of them. She wanted to say something, but no words would form. All Valentine knew was that her own cunt was uncomfortably wet and bereft of attention in that moment.Her partner took her silence as hesitance and began to say, “We can wait–”“No!” She blurted out.A pause, then a deep chuckle was pulled from Miya’s throat–more than a little amused at her eagerness and panic at the potential of not continuing. He captured her lips in another kiss. His next words were sultry with a hint of a growl, “Be a good girl for me, Valentine.”The command in the words had her freeze with the intensity of her want.If Miya didn’t start touching her now, she was going to have problems.Thankfully, Miya seemed to be able to tell she was reaching a point of visceral impatience and didn’t hesitate to remove her shorts and panties in a swift motion.One hand rolled the nub of one of her nipples in between finger and thumb, while the other found the folders of her pussy. The moment those fingers brushed against her, she let a wanton moan pass her lips.There had been so much anticipation and build up to the moment that she couldn’t stop the noise for the pleasure of having her desire finally fulfilled.His forefingers slipped inside her cunt and thumb stroked along her squirming clit. The movement of his fingers and thumb on both hands was pulling gasps from her. “Ah, ah, ah!” She was so wet that there was no resistance to his fingers curling inside of her–a motion that made her see stars for a brief second.“P-please.” She whined.His motions stilled in a hellish moment where the sensations stuttered to a halt, and the wolfish grin on her partner’s face told her that it was most certainly intentional. “Hm?” He hummed, watching her face closely.“Miya!” She cried, bucking her hips to grind against his hand. “Please.”“Please what?” He asked, the words rumbling in his chest like a purr.Her face flushed with the embarrassment of the words, but she had to say them for how desperately she needed Miya. Now was not the time to be shy, she decided, and forced herself to say, “Miya, love, p-please–please fuck me.”The feverish desire she felt was reflected in her partner’s gaze, Miya removing his hands to roll a condom on himself and guide his lower cock towards her entrance. The tip of it pressed against her, drawing out a gasp–giddy and excited and wanting. It took all her willpower to not wrap her legs around Miya and guide him in herself, but she bit her lip to still that impatience and let him push in slowly.It took her a moment to realize the gasping, whining moans hanging in the air was hers as Miya bottomed out in her cunt. The fullness inside her was consuming and sated that hungering fire that had been lit in her when they first started kissing. Miya groaned, low and rasping, as he tucked his head into her chest and began to mouth more kisses along the surface of her already reddened breasts. Arching her back into that touch, she squirmed and silently begged Miya to move already. Then, realized she didn’t have to silently beg.“Miya–ah–if you don’t start moving–” Her words were cut off by her partner pulling his hips back and snapping them forward in an experimental thrust. “Miya.”“Good girl, saying my name.” He purred, as he settled into a steady pace of pumping in and out of her pussy.Every thrust had Miya’s other cock dragging against her clit in conjunction with the one inside her, and it made her eyes roll back. She couldn’t focus on anything except the building pleasure–higher, higher. Valentine felt unable to stop the moans that echoed from her lips, the sound intermingling with those of Miya’s. The world outside of them didn’t exist anymore.Her clit twitched and squirmed, desperately rubbing itself against Miya’s second cock, and her back arched into the kisses and kneading of Miya’s mouth and hands on her breasts. The onslaught of sensations was sending her teetering towards the edge.What sent her over was Miya’s impassioned growl. “Fuck, Valentine, you’re so–I love you.”Her head tipped back and every muscle tightened, even her cunt clenching around Miya’s cock as the orgasm spasmed through her. If she thought she saw stars earlier, then this was seeing heaven.Miya followed soon after, his teeth biting lightly onto the place where her shoulder met her neck.Then they were still–the only sound their twin panting filling the air.Once Miya caught his breath, he smiled against the skin of her neck and pulled out of her. His arms wrapped around her, tugging her gently onto her side so that he could encompass her with his body. Valentine smiled and exhaled, soft and quiet. Melting into her lover’s touch, she let her eyes flicker close and focus on the feeling of skin against skin and Miya’s heartbeat against her back.What started with a kiss ended like this–two lovers intertwined, melting into the quiet of each other’s love.
With You In Hand [MMFF]
Content: Collar/Leash Play, Foursome (MMFF), Doms/sub, Transgender & Genderqueer bodies, Subspace, Overstimulation- - - -Visiting Absalom had certainly turned from an idle curiosity into something far more invigorating after Maeven brought Andromeda through the front entrance of the Pleasure Salon of Calistria.The building didn’t stand out too much amidst the streets of the Ascendant Court of Absalom, except for the variety of odd plants and bushes that encircled the property. Sweet fennel and varieties of yarrow were prominent amongst the eclectic selection, with wasps of all shapes and sizes buzzing around yet keeping their distance. It was enough to make Andromeda wonder for the briefest of moments if the wasp hives might be host to pacifying runes or other such magics to keep them docile and from bothering visitors.All thoughts of wasps and primal magic scattered from his mind, as Maeven brought him into the temple. What grabbed his attention then was the salacious artwork and statues that decorated the interior. They were all depictions of Calistria engaging in sexual acts with other gods and godesses. Silks of gold and yellow hung from ceilings and draped across walls, and there was a low lying smoke of incense and tobacco that filled his nostrils with a heady scent. Andromeda’s mind spun with the sensory input, eyes darting around from statue to painting and nose twitching.It wasn’t long before the pair were approached by a tall woman—an elf with vibrant red hair styled over both shoulders, cascading downward and drawing attention to her heavy breasts just barely hidden by a gauzy gold fabric. She was very pretty, especially with her height towering over him.Taking a look over both Andromeda and Maeven, the woman asked, “What delights of the Savored Sting can we help you with today?”Maeven stepped in front of Andromeda and smiled pleasantly. “I was hoping to show my partner a good time. It’s his first time in such an establishment, but he’s nothing if not an eager learner.” Her eyes drifted towards a menu posted on the wall briefly before she turned back to the elf. “I was thinking we request the services of some of your esteemed employees in one of your most diverse playrooms. The total can be tallied up later—like I said, I just want to thank him with a good day.”The woman examined Andromeda closer, her cerulean gaze raking over his form in assessment. “We have quite the selection for you both today. Any requests?”Andromeda tipped his chin up to look at her, head spinning from thinking about how easy it’d be for a woman of her height to pin him down and use him like a chew toy. It took him a moment to realize that Maeven was waiting for him to speak, and when he did, all he said was, “Big.”Maeven must have seen the spark of feral excitement in his eyes, because she laughed daintily behind one hand. “If you are not stuck on front door duty, perhaps your services would be well appreciated. Then, perhaps a male companion? Of considerable size so that my dear Andromeda can be well satiated, of course.”“I’ll be relieved of this post in a few moments, if you do not mind the wait. As for your other request, I believe I have a man in mind for your feline friend.”Andromeda was not too pleased about the mention of waiting, but Maeven shushed him lovingly before he could open his mouth to complain. “That would be lovely,” Maeven responded. “What might your name be?”“I go by the name Remiel.” The auburn elf said and swiped a tongue over her lips, the motion seductive and enticing as Andromeda watched it. “Our other companion, should he be able to attend to you both, is a man by the name of Cedron.”Maeven politely prattled on with Remiel as they waited for the woman’s co-worker to take her position. Andromeda leaned on his partner during the wait, nuzzling at her arm and enjoying the pat she gave in response. He inhaled her scent, trying to parse it through the smoky air. She was wearing one of her lesser worn perfumes—one of orange blossoms and peaches that Andromeda vaguely recalled telling her off-handed he liked. It sent a warmth down his spine to realize that she remembered that small comment.It felt like ages before Maeven’s voice finally prompted “Ready, dearest?”, and Andromeda looked back up to see Remiel moving to lead them to another room.He nodded and followed, still latched to the sylph’s arm and loath to let go. She pressed a kiss to his forehead between his bangs, then tugged him forward with all the gentleness in the world. Remiel indicated a room for them to wait in while she fetched Cedron.The so-called playroom that they entered was overwhelming, to say the least. Cabinets lined the walls with a dizzying variety of toys, implements, and things Andromeda would admit he had no clue the use of. Center to it all was a massive, circular bed with silk sheets and piles of furs and pillows.Detaching from Maeven, Andromeda began to skitter about the room examining every nook and cranny. He was torn between looking at the runes inscribed into the walls and the things in the cabinets. Visualizing the possible uses of them all sent his head spinning. His eyes flicked to the runes to steady his nerves.He could distantly hear Maeven saying, “Give him a moment. He’s the curious sort.”Andromeda wanted to whirl around with a sassy retort but recognition fluttered into his head and the impulse was gone, replaced by an intense curiosity. The runes seemed to be… translated formulae? More specifically, formulae similar to the ones in that book Maeven had gotten him with the light request of brewing the potions within.With that spark of recognition, his eyes scanned the wall to take in all of the runes. Magics had been woven to enhance the sexual performance of anyone within—stamina, recovery time, and intensifying highs.It was easy to realize the runes were powered by divine magic, but he wondered if the principle would work with other sorts. Ugh, he wanted to sink his teeth into whoever had done the runework in the temple and ask them a hundred questions.Andromeda turned towards Remiel, asking, “Who inscribed these runes? Can I talk to them?”The red-headed elf blinked, a bit bewildered, and frowned. “I’m not sure. They’ve been here longer than I have.”“A strange brand of curiosity,” said a tall tiefling man next to Maeven. Andromeda hadn’t noticed him come in during his investigation. He was broad-shouldered and well over six feet tall. His skin was a pale lavender and his tail long and whip-like, dragging on the ground behind him.“Too smart for his own good with an insatiable appetite for, well, most anything,” Maeven replied fondly, speaking to the tiefling but eyes trained on Andromeda.“An insatiable appetite, you say?” the tiefling asked with a crooked grin. “We’ll have to put that to the test.”“Oh, don’t challenge him. He loves proving people wrong,” Maeven laughed.“I can hear you,” Andromeda puffed out, stomping his foot.“How rude of me,” the tiefling said, “I should at least introduce myself before delving into gossip with your gorgeous partner. Cedron—although I think Remiel told you that upon check-in.”“She did, but I forgot it,” Andromeda told the man. The detail had left his head with all the excitement of the playroom. He tipped his head to the side and asked, “How do we do this?”Maeven responded, “Well, dear, we can take some time to relax and drink some wine to get comfortable before—” She cut herself off as Andromeda began to strip. “Or we can get right to it, my beautiful, impatient kitten.”No one else moved to take their clothes off, enraptured watching him divest himself of clothing. Anyone else might have heat rise to their cheeks in embarrassment at the situation but…“I’d complain about being the only one naked, but it’s kinda exciting being the only one nude in a room full of hot people that can tear me apart,” Andromeda said, heat dropping downward instead. The only thing he was wearing now was the red collar that Maeven had gotten him, having done away with even his underclothes.“Exciting, mmm?” Maeven asked, a husky quality entering her voice. She moved towards him, her heels clicking against the tile with her careful steps.With outstretched fingers, she ghosted over the pale skin of his chest. Andromeda shivered at the barely-there contact. The touch stole his breath away with anticipation, and he stood still as her fingers trailed downward. They stopped just shy of the dark curls of his crotch. He let out a whine, but Maeven hushed him by placing one finger of her other hand to his lips.“Don’t you want us to take care of you?” She murmured.Andromeda nodded.“Do you remember your safe word?”He nodded again.“Wonderful. Now remember, good kittens get rewarded.” Her painted lips curled into a smile, equal parts reassuring and seductive.With a look towards Remiel and Cedron, the two Callistrians approached him and before he could process what was happening, their hands were on him. The touch of three people over his skin sent him on high alert in the best way possible. His breath hitched in his chest, eyes widening. The touch was sensual, but strayed from getting too close to his nipples or cunt.He whined again, this time unbidden, as Cedron’s rough, calloused hands trailed along the edge of his jaw and angled his face upwards. The tiefling’s face drew closed, lips only centimeters away from his own.“I’ve heard you’re quite talented with your mouth,” Cedron purred.“I don’t have a gag reflex,” Andromeda blurted out, pupils blown wide with desire.That got a low, rumbling chuckle from him. His hand moved from Andromeda’s chin to the back of his head. Andromeda leaned into the gentle touch on the nape of his neck. Then, Cedron gripped his long locks and gave one sharp tug. “Then get on your knees.”Stuck somewhere between giddy and light-headed, Andromeda instantly dropped and let his knees hit the ground so fast it almost hurt. Cedron was tugging his thin shirt off, revealing the muscles that had been underneath straining the fabric. Fuck, Andromeda thought looking at Cedron’s pecs, everyone here has massive tits but me. That seemed vaguely unfair, but that train of thought left him when a long, thin tail whipped out and grabbed his collar to yank him forward. Oh, right, tieflings could have prehensile tails.Andromeda reached up and began to unbutton Cedron’s pants, absolutely delighted to see the man had no underclothes of his own. The sight of his cock had Andromeda drooling with no sense of shame to be found. He pulled the cock free from its confines, and he marveled at the small bony spikes it had. Different anatomy aside, already hard, it was large enough that Andromeda wondered how it might fit inside him.Andromeda was not a quitter, though.He brought his mouth to the cock and tongue darted out to lick at the bead of arousal on the tip. The salty taste was cut through with a vague hint of brimstone and smoke, and, if this was what a tiefling tasted like, then maybe full outsiders would have cum of entirely different flavors… definitely something to be tested at a later date.Wrapping his lips around the head of Cedron’s cock, he began his work on tending to the tiefling’s arousal. He was careful of his fangs and mindful of the slightly rough texture of his tongue. Maeven might enjoy it, but he wasn’t certain of this man’s opinion on the matter.Andromeda started slow, licking up the length of the shaft with a certain languidness that he knew must be driving Cedron mad. His love of egging people on did not disappear in the bedroom. The lazy attitude as he took the tip in his mouth got him rewarded with another tug on his collar, pulling him harshly down the length and had the head of Cedron’s dick hitting the back of his throat.He moaned unbidden at the rough handling and began his ministrations in earnest. The steady bobbing of his head taking the dick further in and out of his mouth was interrupted by a hand being placed on the curve of his ass. He wasn’t sure whether it was Maeven or Remiel until Remiel dropped to her knees beside him, now fully nude as well.Trying to keep his focus on sucking this dick like his life depended on it was difficult with Remiel’s and Maeven’s hands finding him again. This time, their hands ventured to the erogenous zones they had earlier been avoiding.Remiel rubbed thumbs over his nipples, and Maeven was stroking the folds of his cunt. The assault of sensations was overwhelming, and he whimpered around Cedron’s cock as it hit the back of his throat again.“I can’t wait to stuff you full of cum,” Maeven said low and slow, thumb pressed over his clit.“Are you going to be a good kitty and take Maeven’s and Cedron’s cum?” Remiel whispered into his ear.Andromeda groaned, the sound muffled by how full his mouth was, and then Maeven’s fingers were replaced by the hard head of her own cock. That sent a thrill through his spine with the consideration that it was his potions that had gifted her with the extra body part. He was going to be fucked by his own creation, and wasn’t that an idea. Maybe he should experiment with his magic more. Shadow tentacles, maybe?Maeven, positioned on her knees behind him, pushed her hips forward and entered him. The feeling of being so full on both ends was intoxicating, and his head was swimming in the sea of sensation. Remiel pressed kisses to his neck, hands kneading the small tits he currently had. It was a relief from the unrelenting pace of Cedron and the painful stretch of Maeven. Then, her teeth nipped at where his neck met his shoulder in a warning before her teeth sunk in.Crying out in what could either be pain or ecstasy, his mouth left Cedron’s dick. He panted for air, eyes watering.“Too much, kitten?” Cedron asked him, hand caressing one of his fuzzy ears. “We could always lighten up if you can’t handle it.”There was a teasing lilt to his voice that set Andromeda’s competitive nature on edge. He huffed and squeaked out a quiet, “No” before wrapping both hands around the base of the tiefling’s cock and kissing the tip again.The three lovers gave him a moment to recover, but the moment didn’t stretch on long. Cedron’s hand moved to the back of Andromeda’s head and pressed him forward, his nose brushing against the mess of hair at the base. The same moment, Maeven’s hips snapped and drove her cock deep inside before dragging it out, repeating the motion at an intense pace.Maeven traced a line up his spine, pausing before reaching the red of his leather collar and then slipped her fingers underneath it. “We should really leash you,” she said with a moan. “Can you imagine that, Andromeda? The collar telling everyone who owns you and the leash telling them who controls you.”His tail quivered at that and wrapped around Maeven’s waist in a vain attempt to pull her closer. He needed to press into her, to feel swaths of her skin against his. Andromeda was so very hot now, the heat pooling in the pit of his stomach and radiating outwards. Pleasure coiled inside him, intertwining with the pressure and pain in a way that was all but rapture.Barely aware of his surroundings, he didn’t notice Remiel had briefly left his side until Maeven cooed, “Do you see that, kitten? Remiel brought us what we wanted.”Tears were hanging in the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision, but he still cast a glance towards Remiel and saw she was carrying a thick, black leather leash in both hands. Gentle, almost, she reached under his chin and clipped it to his collar. The elven woman handed the loop of it to Maeven, who thanked her with a kiss.Andromeda could feel his rapid heartbeat quicken even more, like a hummingbird furiously beating its wings in his chest. There was rhythmic push and pull of Cedron’s cock in his mouth and Maeven’s in his cunt. Both were theoretically far too large for sex this intense, but that was the thrill of it all, wasn’t it? To know he was being so thoroughly used and abused—taken apart piece by piece—yet know Maeven would be there to kiss it all better after?He didn’t know when everything started feeling all floaty, but he was aware of it now. His head was fuzzy as if he was intoxicated. The thrill turned into eupho